Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2008 14:41:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 7

     "Leave me alone, Assholes!" With me holding him down, his back pressed
against my chest, and Shane straddling his thighs, Brad could hardly move, but
that didn't stop him from trying to break free. "I'm just hard cuz my blood's
pumpin'. It happens, sometimes, to all the guys on the team when we wrestle.
It don't mean nothin'!"

     "Would you relax, Brad?" Shane had tugged on his own cock enough that he
was sporting a hard-on to rival our baby brother's. "Geez, you worry about dumb
stuff. You know that? A hard dick is nothing to be ashamed of. The most fun
I've ever had is when I've got wood. I figure, a man had oughta take every
hard-on, whatever the cause, as a chance to enjoy himself." As he spoke, he
inched forward so that his balls lay next to Brad's and his knuckles brushed up
and down the length of Brad's cock while he casually stroked his own.

     I couldn't really see what was going on from my vantage point, but I could
tell something about this conversation was getting through to Brad. He began to
struggle less and less. As it became less and less important that I be
preoccupied with holding him down, I realized that I too was getting hard, what
with the all the pressure of Shane leaning into our baby brother's thighs
pressing his wriggling ass right into my crotch. Soon Brad gave up fighting,
altogether. He lay on top of me completely still, for a bit, before he started
breathing more deeply and evenly. When I felt him move again, it felt a lot
different than his haphazard attempts to get away. He was, ever so slightly,
rolling his hips up and down rhythmically. On each up-swing, those firm, meaty
ass-cheeks of his would clench tightly together with only the one layer of
denim fabric in my jeans keeping them from squeezing around my stiff dick.

     Just then, I felt a hand on my elbow. I still had Brad's biceps hooked
under them, holding him down. It was Shane's hand. He took me by the forearm
and pulled so that I would relax my hold. As I tried to bend my neck around to
see what was going on, Shane kept pulling on my arm until my hand was resting
on Brad's chest. Then he moved his hand onto mine and leaned into it so that
both our hands were gently clutching Brad's pec through his shirt. It was there
that Brad went almost entirely limp. He let his head fall back so that his
temple was resting against my cheek and then I could see for the first time why
I suddenly had goose bumps all over. Shane was jerking Brad off! They weren't
double-jacking, either. Shane's hard-on was draped over Brad's balls while
his hand steadily worked our baby brother's giant baby-maker. I tried to catch
Shane's gaze to see what he was thinking; see how far he planned to take this,
but his eyes wouldn't leave Brad's spectacular, throbbing rod.

     I became overwhelmed with a very different feeling. Not quite like the
feeling I got playing in Dad's room, but more like the brief twinge that surged
through me when Shane moved on my idea to give Brad a spanking, only much more
intense. I had no way of knowing if Shane was just joking around, or how long
Brad would let this happen without going back to fighting us off, but I felt
sure from a place deep down inside that I wanted to ride this situation out for
all it was worth. I let my free hand glide down the distinct bulges of Brad's
torso, over his hips just inches away from where Shane's fist was firmly
stroking off our kid brother's massive cock, down to where Shane's own stiff
prick lay against Brad's ball sack. Hesitant at first, for fear of ruining a
good thing, I tentatively took my big brother's hard dick in my hand and slowly
began jerking him off, as well.

     Shane's reaction was welcoming, fortunately. He moaned softly as he raised
up onto his knees, releasing our legs from being pinned under his weight.
Without a word, he switched his hands so that he could jerk Brad off with his
right where my hand wouldn't bump into his while I jerked him off. I gently ran
my fist up and down over my big brother's hard-on, occasionally sliding my hand
down to cup and play with his heavy balls. Brad breathed deeply and raised his
hand to palm the back of my head then melted into me as every muscle in his
body relaxed. Shane pulled Brad's cock away from his stomach so that it stood
straight up in the air and the tip of Big Brother's cock would bump into the
tip of Baby Brother's as we both continued to milk away. Even though he had
been the most passive participant, until this point, I could feel Brad's silent
acquiescence as his fingers, barely moving, stroked the back of my head. Things
were shaping up so nicely, thus far, I decided to try and light a fire under my
baby brother and do something to get him as involved as Shane and I were. I
moved my free hand up to my face, hooking my arm around Brad's shoulder, and
took my middle finger into my mouth to get it nice and slick.

     Brad had kept his eyes closed practically the whole time, but I figured I
knew a way to wake him up. I moved my hand with the wet finger down between us
so that I could squeeze Brad's left ass-cheek and position the tip of my moist
digit right in the center of my baby brother's puckered asshole. I kneaded and
toyed with the firm, fleshy cheek for a bit to ease him in, then I gently began
to prod his tight pucker with my spit-slicked finger. At first, I could feel
his body tense at the shock of the new sensation. I traced circles around the
rim of his shit chute, drilling the very tip up into his tight hole, now and
then. Each time my eager little finger squirmed its way up inside my baby
brother, I could feel a jolt run through his body as he lay on top of me. Again
and again, I pushed further and further. By the time I got it in all the way up
to the knuckle, my formerly silent brother was moaning audibly and writhing
around over my crotch, coaxing drip after drip of precum to leak from my aching
boner.

     "Mmmmm. That feels good!"

     Breathily, with my lips softly caressing Brad's ear as I mouthed each hot,
moist word, I whispered, "Yeah? You like that? How 'bout another?" I pulled out
and took my index finger into my mouth, this time, only to quickly return them
both to stretching out my baby brother's tight, muscular, virgin ass.

     "Fuck Yeah! Jesus Christ," he yelped when my two fingers invaded his hole
at the same time. In response, he turned his head toward my face and clenched
his grip on the back of my neck to pull me into him. My face was smooshed into
the side of his and, without even a thought, I began to suckle the ear lobe I
suddenly found between my pursed lips.

     When he saw that we had taken what he started and ran with it (even though
all three of us, truthfully, were guilty of having thrown fuel on the fire),
Shane shifted into overdrive. He ripped his shirt off over his head, pulled his
cock out of my stroking grasp, moved off of our legs to where he was then knelt
between my knees and practically dove, head-first, onto Brad's stupendous
bouncing stiffy. He crammed the first four or five inches of Baby Brother's
hard cock into his mouth and slowly slid off it, getting everything all nice
and wet with his tongue, before really going to town. He slurped on that dick
with a wild abandon, like a fat man at a pie eating contest.

     Even before I took notice of what Shane was up to, I knew what was going
on. I could feel it in Brad's reaction. All in the same moment, he relaxed his
grip on my head, his butthole clamped down on my two probing fingers and he
blurted out, "OH, SWEET JESUS!!!!"

     While Shane was furiously jerking himself off, swallowing Brad's hot, hard
cock and tugging on those heavy, sweaty nuts, all at once, I used my free hand
to pull Brad's shirt off while continuing to finger-fuck him with the other.
Our baby brother had never been worked over quite like this before. He felt so
many pleasurable sensations he could hardly handle them all. He was sweating
and flailing about, like an epileptic having a fit. His writhing movements
suddenly gave way to a forceful thrusting that moved his shoulders closer and
closer to my chin. For a moment, I thought he might actually be having a fit,
but I realized it was Shane pushing against Brad's ass. I was perplexed as to
what he could possibly be doing. What I did know was that this was fucking up
the moment and I was none too happy about that.

     I shifted from being irked to ecstatic, on a dime, when I felt my big
brother's hands working hurriedly to free my aching cock from my jeans. Again,
re-affirming that I should always trust that my big brother knows exactly what
he's doing when it comes to getting off. Now, Shane had Brad's cock in his left
hand and mine in his right. He pulled mine toward him, slowly, and then let go,
sending it flying back to jab Brad right in his nut-sack.

     Brad squealed, "Aw, Fuck!"

     "Shut up, Bitch! You know you love it," Shane said with a positively
malevolent grin stretched across his face.

     That was the first thing he had said since things started getting sweaty.
The fact that Shane's irrepressible personality shown through caused all the
jittery, nervous energy to drain from my body. For him to smile and tease Brad,
like that, made it clear that he wasn't doing all this because he was a slave
to surging teenage hormones. This was a man with all his wits about him. He
knew exactly what he was doing and was relishing every minute of it. This was
quite the freeing revelation that came as a great relief to me, since I was
loving every minute of this, as well. Knowing that Shane was right there with
me made all the guilt and hesitation that had hampered my every move, up until
this point, just disappear.

     And then, Shane obliterated every thought in my head, altogether, when he
wrapped his warm, soft lips around my throbbing cock. Yes, that's exactly it.
The first time my big brother gave me a blow-job, it blew my fucking mind. It
isn't as though Shane was a world-class cocksucker by the age of seventeen.
There was just something in the way that he frantically slammed his hot mouth
down on my big shaft that spoke to me. It told me that, for Shane, this was
about more than just getting off together. His lips squeezed around my cockmeat
and his tongue lapped furiously at my hot rod, but not because they were
deliberate movements designed to pleasure me and not because sucking cock is an
immensely gratifying act in itself, even though that is very true. This was a
man moved by pure desire. Something that Shane had kept tucked away inside the
deepest recesses of his very soul had exploded and I could feel its refusal to
be denied any longer in the clumsy, passionate, brilliantly animalistic way
that my big brother was trying to suck the meat off my bone.

     I knew exactly what Shane was going through because I felt the same way.
When he let loose what had been pent up deep within him, that burning desire
reached out and freed the same long-denied yearning inside me. All the many
times I had gotten my cock sucked (an exceptional amount for a boy my age) I
felt incredible pleasure, but this time I could feel every thrust and every
draw throughout my entire body. The only thing keeping me from flailing wildly
about was the weight of Brad's naked, hard body holding me down. I couldn't
even maintain enough control to continue nuzzling my baby brother's neck. I had
to wrap my arms around his chest and hold him firmly against me to keep from
shaking. Occasionally, I could feel a jolt shoot through Brad which I thought,
at the time, was due to the fact that Shane was still jerking him off with his
left hand, but it was actually because Shane was diving on my dick with such
reckless abandon that his forehead would occasionally slam hard into Brad's
balls. Just when I felt like I was about to hyperventilate from all the
panting, I heard a guttural roar begin to swell from within Shane's throat.

     All at once, he spat my still-twitching cock out and growled, "I gotta get
my dick sucked before I blow my wad!"

     Shane leaped to his feet then swooped down and clamped his hand onto the
back of Brad's neck then, seemingly, yanked our baby brother forward to kneel
before him. Brad hardly had a moment to collect himself. With his other hand
squeezed tightly around the root of his aching cock, Shane practically impaled
Brad's skull with it. Trooper that he is, Brad just reached around to grip our
big brother's round ass-cheeks firmly in his hands and went to town. Shane's
face washed over with this blissful expression of relief, as though his tool
had been on fire and Brad's wet mouth was his saving grace.

     Suddenly being free from Brad's weight made all the blood rush to my head.
Light-headed, I unsteadily made my way onto my feet. The sight of my little
brother ravenously sucking off our big brother got my blood quickly flowing
back to where it needed to be. As I began to unbutton my shirt in preparation
to rejoin the fun, Shane looked up and caught my glance. My big brother's eyes
were ablaze with lust and I could feel his gaze roaming over every inch of my
bare flesh as it became exposed. I could tell he aimed to fuck and there wasn't
the slightest hint of hesitation holding him back. Once I had shucked my jeans
I casually strode toward them while giving my pud the odd tug and knelt my
naked self down in front of my incestuous, cock-sucking brothers.

     "Shove over, Scooter. Don't bogart the cock."

     Brad nearly choked on Shane's cock when he chuckled. He let Shane's stiff
seven inches slide slowly from his gullet and turned to flash me a smile. In a
family of smart-asses, like ours, tender moments are so few and far between
that I was almost taken aback by how adorable my little brother really was. I
could have leaned in and kissed him, right there, if it weren't for the fact
that he had his hand wrapped around the base of Shane's hard schlong, wagging
it just inches away from my face, which was far more enticing. I plunged my
eager mouth onto my big brother's beautiful piece, letting the tip press firmly
against the opening to my throat and sucked on it a few times before slowly
pulling back off. Shane's eyes were tightly closed as he relished every little
sensation. He reached out to grab Brad and me by the hair and pulled both of
our heads toward his cock at the same time. We opened our mouths and let
Shane's shaft slide between them, lightly brushing each other's lips as we
swabbed either side with our tongues.

     This was undeniably hot, but soon it began to bug me how clumsy and hard
to coordinate this arrangement was, so I broke free from Shane's hold and
guided Brad's head with my hand on his neck until Shane's balls were brushing
against his lips. He took my cue and inched forward on his knees so that he
could take our big brother's entire nut sack in his mouth. I moved into Brad
with my knee between his and my cock pressing up against his thigh so I could
suck on Shane's cock from straight on. Again, I took to sucking off my big
brother with delight. Almost without thinking my hands seem to find their way
to both Shane and Brad's asses. I had already loosened Brad up a little so I
just went for it. Both of them whimpered when I jammed my middle finger up my
little brother's tight hole. I guessed the shock of the new sensation made him
tug a little harder on Shane's balls than he was prepared for. He got over it
quickly when I started massaging his sweaty asshole, too, with my other hand.

     "Fuck me, this feels GOOD!" Shane panted, overwhelmed with exquisite new
sensations. "We should have done this a long time ago."

     "You took the words right outta my mouth!" I said, smiling up at him with
his hard cock pointing me right in the face like a microphone.

     "You took my dick outta your mouth, Whore," he replied. "What gives?"

     I moved over to where I was kneeling right behind Brad with my stiffy
rubbing up into the crack of his ass and I leaned into his back. I wrapped my
arm around his torso and lifted him up so he could take my place sucking
Shane's cock. "This isn't all about you, Princess. I wanna play with my kid
brother a little, if that's alright with you!"

     As Brad went back to sucking dick, I hugged him tight from behind and
began nibbling on his neck. Slowly I worked my way down the rippling sinews of
his back, kissing and licking all the way. When I got to the small of his back,
I paused to position myself where I could get a good look at my new plaything.
All those hours in the gym training for wrestling were time well spent. Brad's
ass was a thing of beauty. Firm, round and fleshy, just begging to be punished.
His cheeks were even still blushing from his spanking. What kind of big brother
would I be if I didn't kiss my baby brother's boo-boo and make it all better? I
had never done anything like this before, not even with a girl, but ever since
I was really young I found the scent of a sweaty ass to be extremely erotic.
How much dirtier could it be than any of the rest of this, right? And I was in
the mood to get dirty. So, I just dove right in, face-first, and began lapping
away at Brad's puckered asshole like I was was cleaning my plate after supper.

     "FUCKING SHIT!!!" Brad fell into Shane, propping himself up with his arms
wrapped around Shane's thighs, his hands clawing at Shane's ass. "God, yes.
Keep doing that, Cade!"

     I was more than happy to. Admittedly, I was sort of expecting to be
grossed out by the experience, but was pleasantly surprised to find it quite
titillating. The mixture of his sweat and natural essence was intoxicating, but
that paled in comparison to the feeling of his tight hole puckering around my
invading tongue and the way it made his entire body convulse. I took firm hold
of his thighs in my hands and repeatedly rammed into him, so forcefully you
would think the idea was to climb inside him, head-first. At times, I could
hardly breathe, but I didn't care. The feeling of burying my face in my
brother's ass was ecstacy and I loved every second of it.

     Brad was practically having a fit and Shane was so enthralled by the sight
that he didn't even seem to care that he was left with his hard-on unattended.
"What's that like?"

     "THE BEST!!!!!!!!" Brad's voice almost cracked as though he were about to
cry. He let go of Shane and buried his head in his hands on the ground as he
writhed in pleasure.

     "Cade?"

     I was enjoying myself so much that I was hesitant to stop to answer him.
"That goes for both of us."

     It was nice being able to make my little brother feel good, but I didn't
even fully realize just how good until Shane dragged his warm, wet tongue over
my quivering butthole. I lurched forward, moaning loudly right into Brad's ass,
nearly knocking him onto his stomach. Shane seemed to take as much of a liking
to rimming as I did and soon, just like Brad, I was so delirious I could barely
concentrate on much other than how good it felt to be eaten out. Eventually, I
grew more accustomed to the sensation and, feeling bad that Brad was being left
out, I coaxed him to roll over onto his back so I could take his heavy, swollen
balls into my mouth. It was difficult to focus 100% on what I was doing, but
when I dragged my tongue in a nice, long path from Brad's butthole, over his
nuts, all the way up to the tip of his dick before taking as much of it into my
mouth as I could fit, Brad didn't seem to mind.

     To make up for my lackluster, split-focus cock sucking, I squeezed Brad's
balls in my left hand and began to finger-fuck his still slobber-slicked ass
with two fingers on the other. Of the three, it seemed getting fingered was the
part he liked the most.

     "Yeah, Cade. Yeah! Faster. Harder. Shove your fingers up my ass!"

     That got Shane's attention. All of a sudden, he pulled away from rimming
me and was on top of Brad in a flash, pulling him up off his back. He wrestled
Brad onto all fours then knelt down behind him. "You like things up your ass,
Son? Well, I'd be happy to oblige!"

     "Wait. Wait. Wait," Brad stammered out. "Don't it hurt to get fucked in
the ass?"

     "You didn't seem to mind getting finger-fucked," I contributed, trying to
reassure him. I will admit, I had ulterior motives. I wanted to see the show.

     "Well, Shane's cock is a lot bigger than your two fingers!"

     "A little while ago you were giving me shit about having the small cock,"
Shane interjected pointedly. "It's too late to change your story now! Besides,
we'll grease the wheels a bit and maybe that'll help. Cade, c'mere and slick
this dick up."

     As I took a few steps toward him, I had an idea. I got down on the ground
to lay under Brad and propped myself up on my elbows. I threw my head back so
that my chin was just under Brad's nut sack and let Shane feed me his cock.
Once it was nice and wet, I laid myself down with my head between Brad's knees
to watch Shane stick his dick into our baby brother.

     Shane bent down and spit right onto Brad's puckered asshole, to which Brad
fired back strict instructions. "Go slow, Fucker!"

     "I'll plow your ass until you can't sit down and you'll like it, Bitch.
Now, shut the Hell up!"

     It was incredible. Shane's cock slowly slid further and further into Brad
as he moaned and beat the ground with his fists. They didn't have an easy go of
it, at first, but Shane began to slowly rock back and forth getting it in a
little further each time until it was at last all the way in. As long as I live
I will never forget the sight of it.

     "Just let it sit there for a second. God, it's fucking huge!" Brad begged.

     "Payback's a Bitch, Muthafucker!" Shane exclaimed before bucking forward
in a quick stabbing thrust that made Brad wince loudly in pain. "That's what
you get for all those small cock jokes!"

     "Easy, man. This feels crazy weird."

     Shane gently pulled back, sliding his dick almost all the way out with
Brad going, "oh, oh, oh . . ." the whole way. When he pushed it in again, it
slid in much easier this time.

     "Oh, my God! I can't believe I'm taking that whole thing," Brad panted,
his head hanging limp between his shoulders.

     My dick was bouncing against my stomach like mad, so I started casually
stroking it as I watched the show. "I can't believe you are either, man, but -
I tell you what - it's fucking HOT!"

     Shane pulled out and plunged in, yet again, even faster this time, making
Brad squeal but it didn't sound like he was in pain.

     "How's that feel?" Shane asked.

     "GOOD! Holy Shit, it feels good," Brad replied.

     Shane stopped, balls-deep in our little brother, and asked, "You ready to
loose the training wheels?"

     Brad took a deep breath and said, "Yeah. Go for it."

     He started fairly slow at first, but soon Shane was fucking Brad with a
steady rhythm. It was really something to behold. The smacking sound that came
at the end of each thrust when Shane's hips slapped into Brad's ass almost made
me cum, on its own.

     "Oh Yeah, Shane! Fuck my ass. Give me that hot cock!" Brad yelled.

     He was really getting off on this. The rougher Shane fucked him, Brad's
dick grew harder and harder. Soon it was flopping around in my face like a big
eight-inch pendulum. I couldn't stay a spectator any longer. I reached up and
grabbed Brad by the waist, lifting myself up so that I could suck on that big
cock.

     "Shit! Fuck me, Shane. Don't stop," Brad ordered before he lowered himself
onto my aching rod. We sixty-nined like that for a good long while, our sucking
and moaning muffled by the sounds of Shane grunting like an animal while he
butt-fucked Brad.

     "Ah, Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Shane bellowed before he yanked his big dong
out of our baby brother's abused shit chute and blasted hot, sticky jizz all
over Brad's back. After he milked the last few dribbles of his load out, he
dick-slapped Brad's ass to shake them off.

     Brad collapsed on top of me with my cock still in his mouth, nearly
choking me with his. Finally, he let my piece fall from his lips and spat out,
"God! Damn!"

     Shane was panting to catch his breath. "You like that shit, huh?"

     "Like I can't even tell you!" Brad's heart was racing. I could tell by the
way he paused to collect himself. "We'll be doing that, again! Often. Daily,
maybe."

     "That good, huh?" I asked.

     "See for yourself," he said rolling me over onto my stomach and pulling me
up onto my knees. Brad licked my crack a few times and then spit on my hole,
just like Shane did to him. His schlong was still wet with my spit, but it
didn't seem like it was going to be enough, at first. That giant, eight-inch
monstrosity just didn't seem like it was going to fit into my virgin ass.

     "It's not going to work," I protested. "I'm too tight."

     "Bullshit. You've just got to relax. It's worth it. Trust me. You're gonna
love it," Brad said, intent that he was going to get to fuck an ass that day.
"It makes things easier if you push against me. Push with the same muscles you
use to pitch a loaf."

     I took a deep breath and did like he said. Brad was leaning into me with
so much of his weight that, once I opened up enough to take in the tip, nearly
the whole fucking thing stabbed its way in. "FUCK!!!!! OH, MAN! Not so fast,
Shithead!"

     "My Bad," he apologized. "I didn't expect that to happen."

     "Just go easy for a second, you donkey-dicked muthafucker."

     He inched out of me slowly and then gently pushed his way back in. This
time, it didn't really hurt until he got nearly all the way in. Even at that it
was more uncomfortable than anything, but the exquisite feeling of Brad's fat
fuck-stick filling up my insides was well worth it. I could totally see why he
liked getting fucked so much. Gradually, Brad stepped up his assault on my
virgin ass until he was soon burying himself balls-deep, over and over, much to
my delight.

     "Yeah! Fuck him, Brad! God, I could get hard again watching this."

     I could hardly think clearly enough to put together a proper sentence, so
I just motioned to Shane and said, "C'mere."

     He moved in front of me and, as Brad continued to violate my hole, I got
Shane to lay where I could get his balls in my mouth. I sucked and tugged and
teased his sack, being thrust into him forcefully, now and then, as Brad
slammed into me, harder and harder. It appeared as though the wind was slowly
returning to Shane's sails, but I was slightly afraid that Brad might get too
wild and I didn't fancy accidentally biting my big brother's nuts off. I moved
down to explore Shane's asshole with my tongue, where the constant lurching
forward from being fucked stupid could only add to the fun. Just as my rim-job
had brought Shane up to full mast, Brad reached the finish line.

     "Holy Shit!" Brad yelled as he violently ripped his turgid cock from my
gaping asshole and let loose a geyser of cum all over my back, my hair and even
Shane's belly.

     "Damn, Son!" Shane blurted in sheer astonishment. "Backed up, much?"

     It took Brad a second to breathe before he could respond, "Something like
that. Fuck, that was sweet!"

     "What about you, Cade? Wudya think?"

     Looking up from where I had my head buried in my hands, I said, "I think
I'm gonna need to wear a diaper to keep my guts from falling out. But, it was
totally worth it."

     My two brothers burst out laughing and Brad fell on top of me to hug me
tightly from behind, paying no mind to the fact that I was covered in his own
slimy jizz.

     Brad laughed in my ear and he squeezed me as he teased, "That's okay.
We'll get you a pair of pretty, pink lace panties to cover it with 'Brad's
Bitch' printed across the ass!"

     "Fuck You!" I reached around to wrap my arm around Brad's neck, flip him
over onto the ground and give him a noogie.

     As he squirmed beneath me with my raging hard-on grinding into his now
waning one, he protested, "Fuck Shane! I've already been torn open once,
today."

     "Good idea."

     "Oh, no you don't! My ass is 'Exit Only' and I plan to keep it that way,"
Shane warned as he scrambled to get to his feet.

     Before he could make a break for it, Brad and I pounced on top of him and
he didn't stand a chance. Brad had his shoulders pinned in a flash, then turned
him so that he could kneel on top of his arm with his ass in Shane's face,
leaving our big brother's nether regions completely at my disposal. To get him
to stop struggling, I spat in my hand and began jerking off his re-animated
cock. Before long, he had not only given in, he had also pulled Brad back to
sit on his face and was eating out the very same orifice he had spread wide
with his dick, earlier. I stood up and fed Brad my cock for a bit to get it all
lubed up and then took aim between Shane's legs. One good spit on the bullseye
and I was ready to initiate our big brother to the Cumhole Club.

     Despite his questionable reluctance, Shane seemed to take my cock fairly
easily. Having my big brother's warm butthole envelop my shaft was amazing! Not
quite as mind-blowing as being stuffed to overflowing by Brad, but it was loads
better than all those smelly teenage girl cunts I had fucked that practically
took an act of Congress to get allowed into. The sensation wasn't the half of
it, though. I doubt I will ever be able to adequately describe what it felt
like to hump away into Shane's tight ass while jerking him off, all while
watching my baby brother, a few feet in front of me, beating off like mad with
our big brother's tongue wiggling voraciously around in his sloppy hole. Soon,
a little dribble of spooge seeped out of the tip of Shane's cock onto my
fingers.

     "Here it comes! Here it comes!" Brad bellowed before his second nutt came
oozing out onto Shane's chest.

     I could feel mine getting close, so I hooked my elbows under Shane's knees
and leaned forward, raising his ass to where I could really drive it home. I
slammed my fuck-stick deep into his bowels, over and over, as Brad milked the
last few drops of cum out and dickslapped them onto my face. Closer. Closer. I
could feel the eruption boiling within my loins until I couldn't hold it any
longer. I dropped Shane's legs then pulled my throbbing pole from his ass and
jerked it roughly.

     "FUCK!!!!"

     And with that, a massive spray of steamy hot jizz covered my brother's
cocks, stomachs and chests.