Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 00:20:46 +0900
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: My Brothers Love My Muscles

       This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story also contains scenes between a high school boy, and his two junior
high school brothers. If that offends you, please do not continue.

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		   My younger brothers loved my muscles

	Sports and exercise had been part of my life for as long as I could
remember. When your dad was a personal trainer, who could get me in the
nearby gym for free, it was hard not to take advantage of that. Even when I
was a little kid, I was taking swimming classes, and hour-long exercise
courses after school. It was fun.

	The regulars at the gym, men who had been my dad's friends for
years, called me "Atta Boy Alex," because I was always keeping busy with
some exercise. And I was always more than happy to help them count reps, or
get them Gatorade. I really liked being around them, around their masculine
energy.

	Once I started junior high, I started lifting weights and using the
machines. My favorite was the treadmill. I couldn't go very fast, and
sometimes I had to walk, but I was always determined to never stop
completely. With my earbuds lodged in my ears, it was easy to shut out the
grunting buff men around me stacking weight after weight on their barbells,
and keep the rhythm generated by my own two feet. And when I finally
reached my cool down, then stepped off my machine, I felt so
accomplished. It was that feeling that guided me to continue working out
even when my dad had to cut back on his hours at the gym to take care of
the twins.

	Austin and Sam were known as "the twins of destruction" at their
elementary school. They lived for pulling pranks, both on the teacher and
the other students. More often than not, Austin was the instigator, and Sam
followed along. They had a way of being obnoxious and loud, then flashing
their light blue eyes and looking so innocent that you couldn't stay mad at
them. Sometimes, they drove Dad crazy, and asked me to look after them,
because as wild as they could be, I could usually get them to calm down.

	The best way to handle them was to match their energy, so letting
them join my workouts allowed them to keep moving, and for me not to break
the rhythm my body had developed. I would make them do a set of ten
push-ups, before letting them sit on my back while I did a set of
twenty. The twins liked being involved. And when one of them was exhausted,
I carried him on my back. That meant the other would pout and whine until I
carried him too. At home, I would give them little massages, mostly on
their shoulders and backs. I wondered if Dad felt like I did in these
moments after his clients put in a hard day of work at the gym. I always
felt gratified after a hard couple hours, but helping my brothers push
themselves just a little bit more than last time gave me a completely
different feeling of accomplishment.





	When I became a high school freshman, I joined the wrestling
team. Austin and Sam were my two biggest fans. They were now sixth graders,
and made it a point to try and tackle me to the ground, giving me a series
of mini wrestling matches throughout the day. They tried to double-team me,
usually with Sam coming in first, then Austin jumping to his defense once I
pinned his twin to the floor. They were three years younger than me, and my
constant work in the gym had me outweighing them in muscle mass by at least
twenty pounds. They were no match for me, and they knew it. But they liked
the grappling, the challenge of trying to pin me to the ground.

	They were also a lot more physical than necessary, squeezing my
biceps or thighs. I wrote it off as curiosity, and let them grope me during
our wrestling matches. As vain as it sounded, I liked how into my muscles
they were. It wasn't like I had a perfect body, but seeing how much they
admired my body excited me.

	Apparently, I wasn't the only one that got excited during our
wrestling matches. Austin gasped the first time I accidentally dug my knee
against his crotch, pressing against the boner in his shorts.

	I understood. Hard-ons were inevitable grappling with another guy,
your body pressing against another so firmly. I got my fair share of
erections on the wrestling mat, and so did other guys. I saw them after
practice in the showers when we talked about the matches, and how worked up
we got. Nobody took it as a sign of his sexuality, but just physical
stimulation that would make any teenage boy horny.

	Sometimes, guys would get so turned on that they would jerk off
right there in the shower, in front of everyone, which I thought was
extremely bold. And after one guy started, a couple others joined him
because there was safety in numbers. It was just a bunch of guys getting
their rocks off.

	The most common instigator of the masturbation train sessions on
our JV wresting team was Roy. He and I were in the same weight class, so we
often went up against each other for practice. He was a good guy, even if
he was kind of a goofball. We shared three classes, and because we were on
the wrestling team together, we gravitated towards each other. He never did
his homework, and when teachers asked his reason, Roy gave some outlandish
excuse that made the whole class laugh, and our teachers sigh.

	After practice, Roy liked to hang out, so he came over to my place
a lot. The twins loved him, probably because he could be just as immature
as they were. The three of them spent hours locked in video game battles,
which I joined in after making sure Austin and Sam had something to eat. On
the nights when Dad forgot to leave money for food, I had to whip something
together, which was tough because reading the one cookbook in our house was
like trying to wade through a Chinese textbook. Luckily, Roy had a talent
for cooking. His fresh pizza tasted better than Domino's.

	Austin and Sam completely absorbed in pizza and TV, Roy went up to
my room and we tried to get through algebra together. Neither one of us was
very good at math, which made the constant erasing, flipping through pages
to find an example to model, and pencil led snapping an incredibly
frustrating process. So to relieve the stress that was building up, Roy
challenged me to a little wrestling match.

	Why he stripped down to his underwear first, I wasn't sure. And why
I followed his lead, pulling off my clothes until I was down to my black
briefs, I wasn't even more clueless. Maybe it was because Roy just liked
being naked. Even after showering at the end of practice, he would walk
around naked, chatting with the other guys. It was easy to be comfortable
around him, I guess.

	Without the mats, or Coach yelling at us to strengthen our
technique, Roy and I were a lot looser with the technical side of
wrestling. That was especially apparent when he squeezed my butt. I wasn't
really thinking, so I squeezed his back, surprised at how muscular it
was. Roy had a really nice build, one that I began to explore with my hands
while he did the same to me. At some point, we stopped trying to pin each
other down, and just felt each other up.

	My eyes widened when Roy pulled down his briefs, then did the same
to mind. Without hesitating, he reached forward and began stroking my cock,
making me whine as I rolled my hips forward. Of course I had touched myself
before, but the sensation of humping Roy's hand was way more intense than
anything I had ever felt.

	Lying on the floor of my room, we jerked each other off, hot
breaths meeting between our faces until Roy closed the distance between our
lips.

	My first kiss was electric, Roy's tongue aggressively probing my
mouth while he groped my butt with one hand and jacked me off with the
other. When he rolled on top of me and began dry-humping me, I wrapped my
legs around his back, and came hard between our abs. Roy was right there
with me in the throes of orgasm, rutting wildly against me while his balls
emptied themselves of his huge load.

	That became a semi-regular pattern, making out with Roy while we
jerked each other off in my room. Occasionally, the twins would wander back
upstairs, or call our names, and we rushed to get our clothes on before
they caught us in the act. Even though I was genuinely freaking out about
Austin or Sam catching us in the act, I think Roy liked the thrill of
possibly being caught.

	After the first time with him, it was impossible not to pop a boner
during our wrestling matches, or in the showers when I watched him jerk off
in the showers, remembering how my hand had been where his was, jacking
that five inch shaft from tip to base.

	It wasn't like I was in love with him or anything, but whenever I
looked at that mop of spiky brown hair, and that goofy smile that made him
look so much more innocent than he was, it made my heart race a little
faster.

	So when my knee pressed against Austin's bulge, I tried to ignore
it so that he wouldn't be uncomfortable. But the more we grappled one
another on the living room floor, the more insistent Austin was about
getting me to grab his crotch again. He would purposely pull me forward so
that our bodies rubbed together, humping whatever part of me he could get
his hands on. It was overwhelming, and I tried putting a stop to it, but
when Austin wanted something, he wouldn't stop until he got it.

	The whole time, Sam was watching us, his own shorts tenting in the
front. Austin rutted against my abs a little before his whole body
convulsed and he whined, his first orgasm ripping through his body. He
looked like he was about to pass out, Sam running to his side to make sure
he was okay. Austin slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

	"Best feeling ever."

	They had a couple sex-ed classes at school, and must have heard
other guys talk about jerking off, but they still asked me about the ins
and outs of masturbation. Dad had never given me "the talk," so I just told
them what I knew, even reluctantly answering the personal questions they
threw at me like about how often I jerked off, where was my favorite place
to do it, and even what I thought about. Of course, I never mentioned Roy
directly, but my vague answers were enough for them, so I was off the hook.

	Dad's late hours at the gym were suddenly a blessing in disguise,
because my talk with Austin and Sam had unleashed a rush of hormones that
overcame decency. I walked in on them jerking each other off in every room
in the house, including on the kitchen counter, in the bathroom when they
didn't lock the door, and even in my room. That was when I knew they were
doing this on purpose, trying to get me to watch them. And even though my
mind was pounding with insistence that it was wrong, and inappropriate, my
body responded against my will, and my cock jutted forward when I watched
my twin younger brothers jack off together.

	Lying in my bed, I couldn't help but pump my cock as images of the
three of our bodies pressed together filled my mind, making my balls throb
as thick spurts of cum splattered across my abs. I knew I was in deep.





	Yesterday was the first time I experienced just how deep I really
was.

	Sitting on the couch, I was trying to watch TV – some reality
show about a bunch of college students picked to live together and give a
bunch of drama. But it was impossible to focus with Austin on my left and
Sam on my right. I was wearing a tank-top, and they started rubbing my
arms, their touch growing firmer with every passing minute. My dick was
starting to get hard.

       "Your biceps are so big. I'm jealous," Austin said.

	"Alex, do you think we'll get arms like you someday?" Sam asked,
gently squeezing my right bicep.

	"If you keep working out, then yeah, no problem." It was hard to
think straight with the two of them touching me like this. I should have
swatted their hands away, and put a stop to this, but it felt so good. My
mind was buzzing with vivid illicit images of my brothers.

	"And you have the best abs, Alex." As if he needed to prove his
statement, Austin lifted the hem of my shirt, allowing Sam to press his
hand against my abs.

	Because I had to maintain a certain weight to stay in my class, I
had to be careful with how much I worked out and what I ate. When I went to
the gym and lifted weights, it wasn't to build muscle, but to keep what I
already had toned and firm.

	So I did a lot of chest work in order to maintain my big pecs and
hard abs, suddenly more grateful than ever for every time I pushed myself
just a little harder in the gym. If it gave me the kind of body that my
twin brothers couldn't keep their hands off of, then I had done something
right.

	Sam helped Austin pull my shirt up, and I pulled the offending
fabric off, wanting them to feel me up more without anything to constrict
us. Apparently, my assistance signaled to them that I was willing to do
anything I wanted. And at that point, I probably was.

	I let Austin lift my left arm up and bury his face in my pit, while
Sam leaned down to suck on my chest. With their two eager tongues exploring
my body, they had me right where they wanted me. My cock was throbbing
wildly, pushing uncomfortably against my black briefs.

	Austin wasted no time in bathing my armpit with his tongue, even
sniffing the hairless crevice as he lapped up every drop of sweat. There
had to be a musk there that he was drawn to, which only turned me on more
to know that he was so into worshipping my hard, sweaty body. He trailed
wet open-mouthed kisses up to my neck, where he bit down so hard that I
gasped.

	"Sorry, I was trying to give you a hickey..."

	There it was: that natural innocence that shown through my
brother's easily excitable personality. The last thing I should have been
doing was encouraging anything that would leave proof of messing around
with Austin and Sam, but I conceded and let him try again, guiding him to
bite down with just enough pressure along my collarbone. He was a fast
learner, tugging my skin beneath my teeth and pulling low husky moans from
my mouth.

	Meanwhile, Sam was groping and licking my chest as if the flood
gates of his apprehension had been broken. Normally, he followed Austin's
lead, but everything that he was doing right now was of his own will. The
way he sucked so aggressively on my nipples, even biting on them, caused me
to arch my back and cry out his name. That made him happy, sending his
mouth into an even more energetic trail across my chest.

	But my praise for Sam had set off jealousy in Austin, and in a
swift move to outdo his twin, he smashed his lips on mine.

	I had been just as surprised as the time Roy had kissed me
first. We had both been so inexperienced, but even though Roy didn't know
what he was doing, there was a confidence in his kisses that had me feel
like I would melt into a puddle on the floor. Austin was just in the sixth
grade. How did he know how to kiss so well?

	His tongue was everywhere, and when it rolled along my own, my eyes
rolled to the back of my head. My brother, three years younger than me, was
leaving me breathless with these kisses. Austin was animalistic, taking
fistfuls of my hair and snaking his tongue just a little deeper into my
mouth. By the time he pulled away, a mixture of our saliva connecting our
hot lips, I was panting for breath.

	"Austin, you're a really good kisser."

	"Really?" His face lit up like I had just given him the world's
best compliment. Of course, now it was Sam's turn to pout. Sam had a habit
of looking even younger than his twin when he was upset, like a temper
tantrum could come brewing at any minute. But he was cute enough for me to
let things like that slide. Between the twins, I definitely spoiled Sam
more.

	Kissing Sam was entirely different than kissing Austin. Sam was
gentle with his kiss, allowing me to lead, and slip my tongue into his
mouth. He held onto my shoulder to steady himself , sitting on my knee
while our tongues worked around one another. There was a certain mutuality
that made the kiss hotter. Even with my eyes closed, I knew that Austin was
glaring at us. He wasn't going to take this attention shift lying down.

	I pulled away from the kiss with Sam to see that Austin had taken
his shirt off.

	"Touch me?"

	All it took were those two words to have my dick feeling like it
would start shooting a thick load of cum right in my shorts at any second.

	Once I started touching Austin, Sam pulled off his shirt and took
my other hand so I could feel both of my younger brothers up. Everything
was moving so quickly that I didn't have time to wrap my head around it,
which was probably for the best. My body was in full control now.

	Now that I was giving them the same attention, they had stopped
giving each other dirty looks. I was rubbing both of their chests, taking
in the differences I had never really noticed or given much attention to
before.

	They were still the same height, standing at about 4'8'', but
Austin had put on more weight. When the twins joined me at the gym, Austin
was the one who insisted on taking heavier weights or running in the
treadmill for an extra two minutes. The added effort was really starting to
show on his body, especially in his chest. He was developing some really
nice definition.

	Sam, on the other hand, had an amazing lower half. His long
hairless legs had begun invading my dreams, and even more probing was his
bubble butt.

	Austin's butt was more muscular, while Sam's was bigger. It was the
kind of butt that was begging to be groped and squeezed. I had begun
spending an unusually long amount of time analyzing my brother's butts.

	Sam shivered when my index finger brushed over his nipple, his blue
eyes sparkling with desire. The tent in his shorts was impossible to miss,
just like the one in Austin's thin black running shorts.

	I had let things get this far. Was there any doubt in any of our
minds where this was going?

	The twins' circumcised four inch cocks stood proudly between their
legs before I took them both into my mouth. They both gasped and shoved
their dicks deeper, which made it really hard to breathe, but I slowly
built a pace where I could comfortably bob my head between their legs.

	Unable to resist the urge, and get his hands on more bare flesh, I
grabbed both of their butts. My squeezing made their thrusting even more
erratic, their dicks rubbing together when one twin went forward as the
other twin pulled back. My mouth was stretched fully, but I was more than
happy to take in their cocks.

	Roy and I had never blown each other, though I would have been
willing to try if he talked me into it. I slid my hands from their butts to
their balls, squeezing and tugging on them as I worked them to climax. I
was eager to feel both of their loads in my mouth.

	Austin screamed at the top of his lungs while Sam whimpered when
orgasm took them, a couple shots of cum from both dicks filling my mouth. I
swallowed their seed, easing off their dicks just in time for the last
couple spurts to shoot across my face.

	"That was incredible," Sam said. His cheeks were red. This was a
level of cuteness on its own level.

	"Let's do it to Alex."

	They were pulling my shorts and briefs down before I could react. I
gripped the couch cushions around me, toes curling when their tongues
flicked the tip of my five and a half inch dick. I couldn't decide whether
I had liked sucking them off, or feeling them blow me more. Both sensations
were pretty incredible.

	Austin began sucking harshly on the head, and Sam took my balls
into his mouth, sucking on each one individually before taking them both. I
really wanted to last longer, to hold onto this pleasure for as long as
possible, but when they both went back to my flared cockhead, practically
making out around my dick, I couldn't stop. I grabbed my dick and they
pulled away so I could bust my nut all over their faces and in their
mouths. I had never come so hard before, and slumped against the couch so I
could catch my breath. But when I opened my eyes and saw Austin and Sam
kissing, sharing my cum between their mouths, my dick pulsed as a little
more of my seed oozed from the tip. Even after an orgasm that had my thighs
trembling, I was still rock-hard. And a quick look down revealed that the
twins were just as turned on.

	I turned around so that my butt was high in the air. At this point,
I was deliriously horny, and the only way to satiate my frenzied hormones
was to get fucked. I was really glad I didn't have to explain what to do,
because I was already embarrassed enough being in such a vulnerable
position, the two of them grabbing my butt cheeks and spreading them apart
to reveal my tight pink pucker.

	On occasion, I pushed a finger up there when I needed the extra
push that my right hand couldn't provide.

	As the twins worked me open with spit-soaked fingers, their rivalry
came back in full force, both of my brothers trying to find my prostate
first. They were so eager to beat one another that they kept digging
against my inner walls, splitting me open with two fingers while my body
adjusted to the painful sensation. I yelled at them to pull out, which
startled them. As determined as they had been seconds ago, they looked
nervous when I turned back to them.

	"I didn't mean to freak you out. But you can't just shove your
fingers up there, especially when they're not wet enough. Come on, let me
show you something."

	I took the twins up to my room and pulled a bottle of lube from
under my bed. Roy had left it over one time, and told me to keep it because
he had a couple more full ones at home. How he managed to get so much lube,
I had no idea, but I was more than happy to accept the bottle he gave
me. The sloshing sound that echoed in my room when I jacked my cock really
turned me on.

	With my fingers coated in lube, I showed Austin and Sam how to
finger themselves, slipping in a second finger when my hole loosened up
enough. Having them watch me so intently was a huge turn on, and when they
couldn't hold back, they mimicked me, and pushed their middle fingers
between their own butts.

	I remembered how awkward it had been for me the first time, so when
discomfort spilled across their faces, I stroked their cocks to give them a
distraction.

	Much to my surprise, Sam was finding it easier than Austin, who was
gritting his teeth and holding in low moans the whole time. Of course
seeing Sam managing so well aggravated his urge to be the "stronger" twin,
and he pushed in a second finger before he was fully used to the first
one. I gently pulled his fingers out and kissed him, allowing him to get
wrapped up in a new sensation so he wouldn't swell on how hard it was to
bury his fingers to the hilt. Knowing how determined Austin was, I knew he
would be practicing later.

	I decided to let Austin fuck me first, which brought back Sam's
irresistible pouty face. But I agreed to do something to make him feel good
too, letting him sit on my face while I pushed my tongue into his stretched
hole. It was a good distraction for me, because Austin was sinking his dick
into my pucker, grabbing my thighs while he got used to the sensation. If I
hadn't sucked him off before, I think he would have been blowing his load
in my butt before he got the chance to fuck me properly.

	He slowly built a rhythm, rocking his hips forward and pushing his
cock that extra inch deeper that made my muscles tense.

	"Alex, feels so good, I can't stop!" His balls were slapping
against my butt, and he was groaning like the pleasure was too much for
him. Then his moans were muffled, and I heard the familiar lip-smacking
that alerted me to that the twins were kissing.

	Austin came in me almost immediately, squeezing my butt cheeks as
he unloaded inside me. He was panting for breath like he had just run a
marathon, and when Sam switched places with him, he lay down on the bed,
too hot to do anything but watch.

	Sam was pounding my butt doggy style, thrusting into me like a
madman, far more aggressive than I expected. His hands were also groping my
chest with his front pressed against my back, giving him the extra leverage
to really fuck me as hard as he could.

	When he started jerking me off, I whined his name and came all over
my bed, cum shooting from my pulsing dick and streaking across my
sheets. Sam's hips were moving in and out of my butt like a piston as he
came, filling my but with a second load, before collapsing on top of me.

	Austin started lazily stroking my muscles, and I lay there, trying
to reason what I had just done. What kind of workout had I gotten myself
into?


	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this!

	It's not a sprawling super-developed story with a plot, but more of
an exercise I wanted to try.

	Again, please message me at writingaloud@gmail.com with your
thoughts!