Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 17:34:09 +1100 (EST)
From: Zac Grech <zaccooee@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Looking For Trouble

	'That kid brother of yours is really asking for it,' Nick muttered.
We were slumped back in the front seat of the car watching Jerry through
the windscreen as he sauntered across the carpark.  He'd gone off to get
our pizzas.
	'What the hell does that mean?' I asked.  We were on our way home
from the beach and the car stank of male sweat, dirty feet and suntan oil.
Nick was wearing nothing but his board shorts.  He scratched at the hair
snaking up out of his shorts.  He smelt salty.
	'As if you haven't noticed. He's asking for trouble. The little
fucker's cock-crazy, Zac. It's time somebody put him out of his misery.'
	I punched him in the arm.  He just grinned and scratched at his
balls.  But what could I say?  He was right.  That summer I'd noticed it
myself.  Every time the guys started fooling around - guys do when it gets
hot and there's nothing much to do - wrestling or larking about, Jerry was
right into it, ball-grabbing, flicking his towel at their crotches, a real
horny little monkey.  If we stripped off, he always made comments about the
other guys' dicks and wasn't too shy about giving us an eyeful of his own,
either.  Well, he was seventeen, full of spunk, curious and confused.  He
wanted it, but didn't know what 'it' was.
	'What sort of trouble?'
	Nick was still watching him making for the pizza parlour.  Long,
brown legs, wild black hair sticking up all over his head, stiff with salt.
'You know what sort of trouble.  If he's not careful, he's going to get
cock alright - some bruiser's going to jump him and fuck his brains out and
then beat the shit out of him. I've heard stories.'
	'What sort of stories?'  I looked across at him.  He had one hand
inside his shorts now, pulling slowly on his cock.  Filthy bastard.  He was
fucking turned on.
	'Just stories.  Hangs around the toilets down at the sports
grounds.  Hitchhikes in shorts - no shirt - down to the coast.  One of
these days ...'
	'Yeah, OK, I get the picture.'  I got it alright: Nick wanted to
break him in.  In a roundabout sort of way, he was asking the kid's elder
brother for permission. I appreciated the gesture. We were buddies.  He
didn't want to rock the boat.
	He yanked his shorts down under his balls and started stroking his
swelling cock.  'Shit, man, what are you doing?  We're in a fucking carpark
...'  It was a mean-looking cock, jutting up out of a thick tangle of dirty
blond curls, gleaming with spit.  We weren't fuck buddies or anything, Nick
and I, we just hung out together, part of the gang, but if either of us got
a chance to rape the other one, it was no holds barred, so I knew the
damage he could do with that prong.  I could take it, I'd had to, but I
wasn't too sure about young Jerry.
	He saw me eyeing his jizzstick and probably noticed the lump in my
own shorts spring into life.  Grabbing me by the hair, he forced my face
down into his damp groin, trying to shove his cock into my mouth.  I
struggled a bit, but the ripe smell of his crotch and the taste of salt on
his crisp pubes was blanking out all thought.  I chewed on his balls for a
moment and then fought my way back up.  'This is crazy, man - we're going
to get caught.  Save it.'  He still had me by the hair.  'OK, OK, I'll
finish you off later.  Promise.'  He let go of my hair and flashed me
another foxy grin.
	'You owe me more than a blow-job, Zac.'
	I knew what he meant, but that's not how I saw it.  I'd caught him
washing the car that morning and yeah, on the spur of the moment I'd fucked
him without asking first, but that's what we did - it wasn't a matter of
owing anyone anything, it was just a bit of horse-play and he'd ended up
plugged.  So what.
	There were only two ways to fuck Nick: you either raped him without
warning or you got your tongue into his hole somehow and made him beg for
it.  That morning when I'd come up the driveway he'd been washing his car,
stretched out, blond-haired legs wide apart, across the bonnet, the muscles
in his back taut, hose in one hand, rubbing at some spot on the paintwork
with the other.  Without a word, I'd come up behind him, glanced down at
the top of his furry crack just above his waistband, and decided to fuck
him on the spot, no questions asked.  I had to be quick.  So I yanked his
shorts down to his thighs and buried my face in his hot, hairy trench.
'Fuck, man!  What the hell are you doing?'  But he knew full well what I
was doing - and what was coming.  Pulling his creamy cheeks apart, I
breathed in the sticky smell of moist, male arse and then jabbed at his
clenched pucker with my tongue through the hairs.  He started swearing and
banging on the car, but by then I was gouging at his fuckhole with my
tongue, forcing him to loosen up, licking roughly at the tender pink skin
inside.  His hole was getting hungry, as it always did, and, reaching
round, I found his pole already ram-rod stiff, pressed against the car.  He
was groaning.  He knew I was going to rape him, right there in the
driveway, but he couldn't fight me off, he wanted it, his hole wanted it.
'Fucking do me, Zac,' he growled, 'c'mon, man, what are you waiting for?
Give it to me. Fuck the cum out of me.'
	So, with the water from the hose still sluicing over both of us, I
stood up and rammed my stalk right in up to my balls.  Every time I punched
his buzz button, he flinched and threw his head back as if I'd whipped him.
If he was going to get it, he liked it rough, so I slam-fucked him till his
legs buckled and his soft yelps turned into a long, spasming cry. 'Aw,
fuck, mate ... yeah ... FUCK!' When his ball-juice started splattering the
bonnet, I felt my nuts tighten, churn and then send bolt after bolt of hot
cream up into his gut.  I pulled out straight away, my cock still long and
stiff.  Those were the rules.  It wasn't an act of love, it was two male
animals bonding.  I'd caught him off-guard with his hole unprotected and
fucked it, that's all.  No big deal.
	He flipped over onto his back and lay there in the streaming water,
spreadeagled on the bonnet.  He looked so fucking good, spread out like
that, beaten, panting, juddering, his fucktool still thick against his
stomach amongst the wet, straggly hair, that it was all I could do not to
turn him over and do him again.
	'See you inside, mate,' I said, zipping up and turning to go into
the house.  That's when I saw the face at the bathroom window. Zul - who
else?  He smirked at me and gave me the thumbs up. Zul was Nick's
housemate.  Lebanese.  He was no doubt making for his room at that very
moment to jerk off into a dirty sock.  Fuck him - who cared?  I think he
had a fair idea already of the games Nick and his mates played when things
got rough and dirty.
	The first time Nick and I got really rough and dirty had been in
the kitchen of this very house, after all - he'd have had to be deaf not to
hear us. A few of the guys were monkeying around as usual, and Nick and I
went from knocking each other around to grappling each other.  Then one of
the other guys, Greg, who at eighteen was just a cock and two balls on
legs, wrenched my arms up behind my back and told Nick to give it to me.
'Go on, give it to him in the nuts - the dirty little fucker bones up like
a shot when you sock him in the balls.'
	Nick smiled.  'You want it in the balls, Zac?' I struggled a bit,
but I knew it was pointless.  'You want me to smack those balls of yours?'
	'Fuck off, Nick - or take me on like a man. I can't defend myself
like this.'
	'Looks to me as if you're boning up already, mate ...'  And he
pulled my shorts down to get a better look.  Sure enough, my cock sprang
out, already almost at full length, dribbling.  'Ready for a bit of
ball-banging already, by the look of it - it's always best with a stiff
cock.'
	First he slicked my tool up with a bit of olive oil off the table
until it was rock hard.  Then, rolling my balls around in his cupped hand,
he laughed and said: 'Want these smacked around a bit, Zac?  How about I
fucking smack the cum out of them?'  Having this mate of mine handle my
nuts like that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, was
magic.  Here was this 24-year-old man with a five o'clock shadow you could
scrape paint off with, still smelling of grease from the garage he worked
at, a footballer and, it was rumoured, the father of at least two bastards,
working on his mate's balls as if he was massaging a knot in his neck for
him.
	'You shave these balls of yours, do you, Zac?  And it looks to me
as if you've had a bit of a haircut down there round your cock, too.  Who's
that for? Someone we know? Do you shave your arse as well?' Greg told him I
didn't - and there was a bit of dirty talk about how Greg knew. Then he
smacked me hard across the nuts.  And again and again, smirking each time I
bucked.  'Like that, Zac?  Your cock says you like it a lot.'  Then he
really laid into them, mashing them up against the straining muscle between
my legs.  Fuck, it hurt - and my cock loved it. My knob was on fire. One
more swing with his cupped hand and the manjuice started spurting out of my
cock in thick, stinking strings across my chest.  Nick laughed.  'Wow!  You
really get off on that, don't you, mate?  You really like having the juice
smacked out of those nuts of yours.'
	I slumped to the floor. Nick wasted no time fucking me hard up the
arse, of course, while I was lying there - I didn't hold that against him,
though, I'd have done the same to him.  The others gathered round to watch
and jerk off, but they didn't try to fuck me - I was Nick's fuck-meat, not
theirs, and they didn't want any trouble. I was being blooded, made part of
the pack.
	Anyway, when Nick said that my brother needed to be put out of his
misery, I could picture very clearly what that would mean if Nick did the
honours. Not pretty. On the other hand, better Nick than some gang of hoons
in a public toilet. Or that sleazeball Greg, for that matter, who'd once
banged me so brutally I couldn't walk straight for a week. Watching Jerry
coming back towards us with the pizzas, with that crazy wild hair of his
and cocky walk, I made up my mind.
	'OK, let's take the pizzas back to your place, then,' I
said. Should I spell it out?  'But if you hurt him, mate, I'll slice your
balls off.  He IS my kid brother.'
	'Deal,' Nick said and turned round to open the door for Jerry.
Wiry like me, almost stringy at seventeen, a riot of hormones, he was about
to get treated like a man.
	When we got back to Nick's, he stuck the pizzas in the oven and
said: 'OK, let's shower.  Wanna go first, Jerry?'  Once we were alone, he
winked at me.  I could see where this was heading.  As soon as we heard
Jerry turn the water on in the shower, Nick nudged me and said: 'Think I
might go and take a piss - may as well show him what he's going to be
getting.'
	'Are you going to do him in the bathroom?'
	'I'll play it by ear.  Why?  Do you want to join us?'
	I socked him in the balls for that, but I wouldn't have minded,
actually.  I felt jealous, but I wasn't sure whether I was jealous of Nick
getting to drill my brother's tight teenaged arse (I mean, I wasn't blind -
I'd seen it plenty of times and I knew it was cock-hungry and I knew Jerry
would go off like a skyrocket) or of Jerry getting Nick's power tool rammed
up him.
	'I'll go and play with Zul until dinner, if he's in.'
	'He'll be there, jacking off over some porn site on the internet.
Knock before you go in.  And watch out for any sudden moves.  He'll be onto
you and ball-deep up that fuck-chute of yours before you can blink, if
you're not careful.  Straight, of course, but if he gets the chance, he'll
have you.'  He pushed open the bathroom door and vanished into the steam.
The thought of stiff Arab cock spewing hot jizz up my hole was quite
appealing.
	Before padding off to look for Zul, though, I put my ear to the
bathroom door.  Sure enough, Jerry was already letting fly with a few
foul-mouthed yawps - 'Fuck off, Nick - I'm having a shower ... what do you
think you're doing, you mongrel?  I don't want to watch you taking a
fucking piss' - and then he was obviously copping an eyeful of Nick's bushy
prong poking out, shorts no doubt hooked up under his balls.  'Just keep
away from me with that hairy cock of yours, you animal ...'  Nick said
something about jumping in the shower with him to save water, all boys
together, and there was another outburst from Jerry about what he'd do to
him if he tried it ... then they obviously started tussling, the usual sort
of cockfight, probably.  Loser gets fucked, of course, but Jerry still
hadn't dropped to that.  Poor kid was already as good as skewered, but he
didn't know that yet.  I left them to it - if I went in to watch, I'd have
to take Jerry's side, big brother's sworn duty.  So I headed for Zul's
bedroom door and knocked.
	'Come in!'  He was sitting at his computer, but turned to flash me
a smile.  Bit of a beanpole, to be honest, with lean, sinewy, black-haired
legs, but with the kind of wide, sexy Mick Jagger mouth I can't resist, the
kind that looks as if it's begging to have a cock rammed between its thick
lips - but if there was going to be a cock rammed between anything, it
probably wasn't going to be mine between his lips.  I was feeling too horny
to care.
	'What are you up to, Zul?'  As if I gave a rat's arse.
	'Playing a computer game.  Want to play?'  He inched over on his
chair, making a small space for me to perch beside him.  Our naked thighs
touched.  His room smelt fuggy, a real boy's room smell - dirty clothes,
sweaty sheets, dried cum.  This guy with the coal-black hair and fierce
black eyes had watched my cock slicing into his housemate's arse that
morning, watched my bare buttocks clenching to drive my pole further into
that hot, furry hole.  The thought of it was juicing me up.
	It only took a minute for him to drape one arm over my shoulder as
he punched at the keyboard, and another minute for his hand to drop down to
the elastic on my shorts.  He said nothing, he didn't even look at me, just
kept staring at the screen. Then the hand slipped into the back of my
shorts, heading for my sweaty crack.  We both pretended it wasn't
happening.  A couple of fingers scraped through the hair to brush my
twitching pucker. One finger, two ... then bullseye. He hit it.  The usual
sharp ache started rippling up into my gut. A third finger went in.  Shit,
horny Arabs didn't muck around.  He still wasn't looking at me.  He started
finger-fucking me, slow but hard.  Then suddenly he leant across and
started tonguing my neck and ear, chewing on my hair.  And then he took his
other hand off the keyboard, shoved it down the front of my shorts and
pulled out my cock.  I lifted off the chair slightly.  He grunted with
pleasure, started savaging my hole and milking my cock at the same time and
then biting on my nipple through my t-shirt.  Looking down at his crotch, I
could see one ball hanging out of his shorts, swollen and hairy, while his
cock was jutting straight up out of his flies.  'I'm going to shoot, Zul,'
I whispered, 'I can't hold off.' The ache in my fuck-chute was turning to
fire, my cockhead was burning, I shuddered and then erupted, squirting
thick juice all over the screen, the desk, his legs.  Sinking to the floor,
I began licking at the gobs of cum caught in the hairs on his leg, then
took the ball in my mouth and sucked on it.  He moaned.  Burying my face in
the hairy warmth at the top of his leg, I found his other ball and began
licking and chewing on both of them.  He grabbed his cock, threw his head
back and started pumping. Time to make an exit - he might decide to empty
those balls of his up my arse.  I got to my feet, bending over to hoist up
my shorts.  Now he spoke: 'Now you're ready to be fucked.'  He pulled my
butt-cheeks apart and looked at my gaping hole.  'Yeah, wide open.  Now
you're ready for cock.'
	Suddenly there was a loud yelp from the hallway outside.  Sounded
like someone else was ready to be fucked.  We went and peered out.  Sure
enough, Jerry was writhing naked and face-down on the carpet, legs
thrashing, with Nick's slimy fuckpole slamming in and out of his
puffy-lipped boy-cunt.  I couldn't see his face under his dangling wet
hair, but he was yelling at Nick to stop fucking him ... he'd do anything,
please, just stop fucking him.  'Take it easy, Nick, you're fucking the
kid's brains out,' I said.  But Nick was really pigging out on it, he was
pistoning in and out of that hole like a dog on heat.  'Shut the fuck up,
Jerry - you wanted cock and now you're getting it.  This is what it feels
like to get fucked.'
	Suddenly I felt Zul yank at my shorts and grind his bushy groin
against my buttocks, his pole hardening again as it found the wet warmth of
my crack.  Nick looked over his shoulder at us, eyes glazed.  'Yeah, Zul -
screw the little fucker, throw him down here next to us and ram your cock
up him.  Rape the cum out of him.  He deserves it.'  Zul didn't need to be
asked twice and I was too shagged to put up a fight.
	I hit the carpet on all fours next to my brother and felt Zul's
long, silky legs push mine apart.  His sticky knob pressed at my hole and
in seconds his cock was knifing up into my gut. I gasped and swore, and
Jerry looked at me through his dangling black hair.  This was blowing his
mind - the two of us getting fucked side by side, almost touching.  As the
searing pleasure built up in my hole, I wanted to get even closer, I don't
know why - wanted to make his pain mine and my orgasm his.  As Nick slammed
his meat into him, grunting filth at him - 'open that cunt wider, fucker,
come one, take my cock up there, I'm going to shoot my cream up into your
fucking throat' - I reached down between his legs and jacked his jutting
cock.  He didn't even look startled, it was as if wanted me to do it, as if
he wanted his big brother to help the flashes of pain in his arsehole melt
into cock frenzy, I could almost have leant over and kissed him, stuck my
tongue in his open mouth, and it felt natural, brotherly, when he reached
over and took my cock in his fist and started milking it, making my balls
boil.  'Dirty fuckers - look at them,' Nick laughed, 'brothers, and they're
jerking each other off. Come on, Zul, let's finish these two cunts off.'
	Jerry was the first to go over the edge.  Whimpering and gulping as
if he was drowning, he turned from a stringy boy being fucked into a molten
ball of fucked ecstasy, spewing wad after wad of boybatter into my hand as
Nick kept hammering away at his maleness, hardening it by trying to crush
it.  Then, gripped by Jerry's spasming ring, Nick's pole started pumping
him full of hot spunk, I could smell it flooding the kid's battered chute,
mixed with the stench of my own arse juices as Zul started plunging deeper,
rooting up into my greedy fork, driving the cum up into my stalk until I
bucked and cried out and shot a volley of my own stinking jizz onto the
carpet.  Then another and another. Now only Zul was left.  He hunched down
against my back, reached down to grab my balls hard, and then jacked his
cock savagely up into my gut and punched his seed into me in a dozen brutal
jabs.
	After peeling away from each other, we all lay sprawled on the
carpet for a few minutes, leaking cum and arse-slime into the pile and
fingering our matted crotches.  The smell of pizza was wafting over us.
	Surprisingly, it was Jerry who jumped up first.  'Boy, am I hungry.
Let's grab some of that pizza,' he said, zipping off towards the kitchen,
hairy legs streaked with Nick's balljuice.  Broken in he might have been,
but he wasn't whipped.  Nick flashed me a smile.  'That boy's trouble,' he
muttered.  Zul's eyes followed his lean butt up the hall.  I think he was
already making plans for it.  'That boy's spicy,' he said softly.
	'Spicy?'
	'Yeah. Chilli-hot.' Zul didn't talk much, but he was one hot dish,
believe me, just waiting to be eaten.
	'You think I raped him?' Nick said, looking back at me.  'Man, you
should've seen him in the bathroom - he was on his knees swallowing my cock
the moment I hit the shower.  By the time I got a couple of fingers up him,
he was yelling for it.  Trouble, big trouble.'
	Jerry was still sparking when we set off home a bit later, jerking
around to the music on the car-radio.  If he was still eager for trouble
when we got there, for the first time in my life I thought I might give it
to him.


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