Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2010 01:09:02 -0700
From: Cooper Effron <literarydwarf@gmail.com>
Subject: My Brother the Coach part 1

My Brother the Coach
by Cooper Effron

I'm Aaron. I'm 30 years old, 5'9", light brown hair.  I wear a beard since
it makes me look like a man not a fresh faced boy. I'm gay - I enjoy the
occasional dalliance with random strangers but I never talk about it and
the idea of a boyfriend just doesn't appeal to me.  As far as my friends
and family know, I'm just a shy straight guy who hasn't found true love
just yet.  My brother Chad, however is a completely different story.

Chad has been my hero and star of most of my sexual fantasies for most of
my life. He is the definition of the all-american older jock brother.  Chad
won everything he did.  He was an Eagle Scout at age 15, swim team captain
at 16, and at 18 he had bulked up and led the football team to an all-state
win. He did ROTC in college and was a captain in the air force for much of
his twenties. The only thing that cast a pall over his squeaky clean life
was Julie.  His manly seed was apparently too much for the condom and she
became pregnant at 16 with twins; Chad was 17. They married shortly after
graduation a year later and she held in there for a few years, but
scratched dirt at 25 before her looks were too far gone to get her another
man.

Now, Chad is 34 and works as the only coach for the local high school.
There used to be several, but with budget cuts Chad ended up the only one
to cover the swim, football, basketball, and baseball teams. He performed
his duties with harrowing diligence and several volunteer dads that act as
assistant coaches. He is to his students what he is to me; a beacon of
masculinity and simply put our hero. Any one of us would lay down in a
puddle before Chad had to muddy his feet. That's pretty much how the
family, high school, and town felt.

Being the twin sons of a god can be daunting. I wouldn't say his twin sons
were particularly gifted with a sense of responsibility or sense of any
kind for that matter. I can say they are horny.  Not a shocking revelation
for two perfectly built 17 year old boys.  My nephews Zach and Jonnah were
teen stars.  Glory and good looks smiled on them equally.  The identical
twins were blond, 6'0", a very light dusting of blond hair on their pillowy
pectoral muscles and the most puffy bushes of armpit hair. As virtually the
entire town could attest from personal experience the twins sported a pair
of sinewy thick uncut nine and a half inch fuck sticks that they employed
with surprising regularity for fun and profit.

 One late August weekend my brother had asked me to help him build a fence
for his back yard.  He had a beautiful secluded yard surrounded by 20' tall
hedges.  They here high enough that you could skinny dip in the pool
without the neighbors being able to see.  The twins got a great deal of use
out of it.  That very morning as a matter of fact they invited the mailman
to take a break from his rounds and have a dip. Jim had often noticed the
twins on his route and given the heat of the day and the ache of his feet,
he figured a five minute lay over wouldn't hurt anything.  The twins made
him extremely comfortable.  Zach got some beers out of the fridge while Jim
took off his shoes.  Jonah, dressed in his blue speedo got in the pool and
started to massage Jim's feet very lovingly.  Zach, in his red speedo
showed up with the beers.

"Care to wet your whistle?" Zach said offering Jim the beer.

"Thanks, that would be grand" Jim responded and downed the beer in one
swig.

Jonah took that opportunity to lift Jim's right foot out of the water and
lick from the heel to the ball right up the middle.

Jim let out a groan and a shudder while Zach crouched beside him and began
to rub his very sudden and extremely noticeable bulge. Jim had no idea how
the twins knew about the two most direct routes to his cock, but was so
turned on and relaxed that he simply didn't care.  The twins had them in
their custom-made man trap and were going to use their victim to slick the
lust of their rapacious teenage loins.

Jim had a dark wet spot in his blue uniform pants.  Zach decided that any
pretense was long since over and began to pull off all of Jim's clothes
right there on the edge of the pool. Zach was deliberate and careful in
removing and folding the clothes in a neat stack.  Jim was preoccupied by
Jonah's expert ministrations to his feet.

Jonah's tongue felt like an octopus' tentacles fitting between his toes but
with the speed of a mongoose. Jim was happy to spray his seed all over the
deck just from the foot bathing, but he was anxious to see what the twins
had in store... and in their speedos.

With Jim's clothes in a neat pile, Zach returned and straddled Jim with his
speedo wrapped perfect rump inches from Jim's mouth. Jim attached Zach's
ass crack like it was a big juicy apple.  He teethed the crack and as Zach
squatted more, Jim tounged his rosebud.

"Yea you like that cherry ass, don't you faggot," Zach purred at Jim.
Jonnah almost swallowed Jim's big toe, knowing full well that Zach's ass
was far from cherry.

Jim was overcome with lust.  He bit a small hole into the speedo then
worked his fingers into it, ripping the hole large enough to access Zach's
hole without further impediment.

"Hey tiger, don't you fret, we will both make sure you are completely
satisfied before you have to get back to your appointed rounds," Zach
reassured Jim.  With that Jonah dropped the foot worship and slipped out of
his impossibly blue suit. His proud 9.5" cock sprang from its blue lycra
prison ready for action.

Zach saw his brother's condition and slid his ass down Jim's tongue as he
repositioned himself to impale his jock ass on Jim's 8.5" mailman
cock. Jonah got out of the pool and straddled Jim so he could face-fuck the
civil servant and show him how the next generation will spread its seed.

Jim was in heaven.  His feet didn't ache, the beer went down well and now
he had a face full of teen meat and another lean jock about to squat on his
pole. A the moment of penetration Jim's moan was muffled by Jonah's monster
and was dwarfed by the cry of Zach who just accepted Jim's cock head into
his warm man hole. Zach didn't just fall onto Jim's cock; he was far to
experienced and caring for some uncoordinated flop.  He deliberately and in
the most controlled way Jim had ever felt would slide down an inch or so
and pull up half an inch.  He repeated this frog-in-a-well method until he
had encased the mail man's entire penis in his warm and damp love
sleeve. As he bottomed out, Jim screamed out

"Oh yea, fuck my hole and teach me how to be a good little bottom. "

Jim then spun around so the brothers were now back to back and Jim started
to jerk off Jim by rhythmically moving his jock ass up and down the shaft.

Jonah was loving what his brother was doing to Jim because every time Zach
took Jims whole cock, Jim let out an appreciative moan.  With Jonah's cock
in his mouth, it produced a very nice vibrating sensation. Jonah gave Zach
encouragement.

"Fuck that cock, Zach!  Show him how much you appreciate him bringing you
those packages of lube and dildos.  Work that cock so he KNOWS who needs a
special delivery."

Zach was surprised suddenly as Jim started swallowing over and over and
worked Jonah's cock into his throat.  It was an incredible sensation that,
being so big, he had never had anyone perform on him. Jonah unexpectedly
unloaded his teen seed down Jim's throat in great volume.

Taking Jonah's incredible load down his throat while Zach continued to work
his cock sent Jim over the edge.  Jim shot so much cum into Zach's bowels
that Zach could feel it slushing around on top of Jim's dick. Jonah took
his monster out of Jim's stretched mouth and stood aside so Zach could do
his special move. Zach had a very developed sphincter.  He managed to pull
off of Jim without releasing one drop of his cum. He moved to straddle
Jim's face and said.

"Open your fucking mouth, and don't make a sound" Jim obeyed.

Zach raised his arms and looked to the sky as he squatted and released all
of Jim's cum into Jim's waiting mouth.  Jim gagged on the load and coughed,
sending sperm out of his mouth and landing on his goatee.  Zach, displaying
irritation his silence rule was not obeyed ordered

"I see you don't like to listen. Or is it that you are incapable of
following simple instructions? There is only one punishment my family has
for that kind of disrespect"

With that, Zach stood over Jim and put his arm on Zach's shoulder and
winked at his brother.  They looked down at the helpless civil servant and
simultaneously unleashed twin torrents of piss onto Jim's face. The golden
streams entertained and glistened in the sun just before making contact
with Jim's skin.

Jim felt completely in the control of the twins and absolutely loyal to
their every future desire.  Jim had become the property of two 17 year old
sex gods.

The twins finished and helped Jim clean up. He got dressed, grabbed his
mail bag and rather sheepishly began to leave.

"Oh don't go through the house, that's for family- go around the side."
Zach told Jim, just to see if their little indoctrination worked.

Of course it did, and Jim left through the garden at the side of the house.
The same side where my brother Chad and I were busy building a fence.  Chad
greeted Jim as we walked past us and made a quizzical face at me with a
glance toward the pool.

"Lets take a little break" Chad said and went in the direction that Jim had
come from.



To be continued.