Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 13:15:16 GMT
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spying On My Brothers (t/t/t)  (incest)  (oral/anal)

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself.
Everyone else welcome.  What follows is a fictionalised account of what
might have happened.....

			   SPYING ON MY BROTHERS

				  By Joel

Hi, I'm Chris Roberts and all this happened in 1990 just at the beginning
of the Summer holiday when I was just over thirteen and a half.  I have two
brothers, Daniel, who was a bit over seventeen and a half and Mark, who was
fifteen and a half at the time.  In fact, our birthdays were all bunched
within a month of each other so that probably tells you a bit about our
parents' holiday habits!

Mum and dad are both doctors.  Dad has a clinical post at the local
University and mum is a haematology consultant at the same hospital
attached to the University.  Because they are so busy we three boys have
been firm friends and buddies all our lives although my elder brothers have
had to look after me a lot.  Actually, we've all been looked after mainly
by dad's mum, a doctor's widow.  Grandad died in a car crash one snowy
night going out to visit a patient.  I was only two at the time so don't
remember anything of him but gran's super and came to live with us straight
after the funeral and stayed.

We live in a large three storey house near enough to the campus so mum and
dad don't have far to go when called out.  Dad had the top storey converted
to make rooms for us boys.  Dan and Mark share a huge room and I have a
fairly large one to myself.  The bedrooms are separated by a bathroom,
which all three of us use, with connecting doors to our rooms.  It's
standard, a washbasin, shower, bath and bog and we have worked out a rota
who uses what, when, in the mornings before school.  In fact, as we all go
to the same Grammar School morning ablutions are somewhat hurried and
rather hectic at times especially when dear Dan has to shave his emerging
facial hair and tells Mark and me to keep still while he's wielding his
razor.

We see each other every day in the nude.  As it's the top of the house and
pretty warm we rarely wear pyjamas to bed and generally sleep with nothing
on.  I've watched my brothers grow up from snail-cocks to thick and heavy
hangers with bunches of black hair above and, being doctors' children, we
have learned from the literature scattered in the study all about growing
up.  However, though I knew all there was to absorb intellectually about
what happens to one's body it was, at the time, all purely theoretical.
That state of semi-ignorance continued until I was just touching thirteen
and I noticed I had three or four black hairs emerging at the base of my
prick, just as I remembered my brothers had at the same age.  In fact I'd
pointed out to Mark just a few days ago my now slightly more abundant
moustache spreading out from my boyish dong and said I'd soon be like him.
He just said he'd noticed it as well but didn't remark on it any more
except to knee me in the side and say I was taking up too much valuable
space in front of the washbasin.  As he was near enough six foot and hefty
with it to my five foot two I shifted quickly.  He, in turn, was shifted
when Dan came through a few minutes later.  They jostled a bit at the sink
and I thought it prudent to beware the two almost equal sized
brontosauruses and said no more but went into my bedroom to put my school
uniform on.

I'd also noticed since Easter that my cock was no longer so snail-like and
was lengthening and also my balls were getting saggier.  Being an observant
child I had also compared these facts with my memories of the development
of my brothers and realised that I was going through puberty.  I'd also
seen, when we were getting changed for swimming the week before, that my
pal Kenny Price, two months older than me, had the makings of a ginger fuzz
around his now lengthening whanger but I didn't have time to ask him
anything although we'd shared all sorts of secrets since we'd been together
in Junior School.

One other thing which I noticed during the past Summer Term was that in the
mornings I generally woke up with a semi-stiff cock.  In fact, a couple of
mornings in the last week it had been pretty hard and, as I didn't want
snide remarks from my bothers, I stayed in bed until it had wilted a bit.
I couldn't remember seeing my brothers as stiff as I had been those
mornings although, thinking about it, there were mornings when one, or
both, seemed to have a bigger cock than usual.  I wondered if I should
mention that to Mark as I had read about erections being necessary to pass
spermatozoa from the male to the female egg in the copulatory act.  I
didn't know yet about actual spermatozoa although I'd heard kids at school
saying words like `hardon', `spunk' and `wank' and I'd made, in my boyish
mind, some connection between these words and the more formal scientific
language we'd had in our Biology classes.  In fact, I'd noticed `wanker'
was the ultimate put-down as an insult with the Fourth-Year boys in the
form above mine.

We broke up on the Thursday and that evening Gran did us a lovely meal.
Dad and mum were there as they were flying to the States the next day to go
to conferences and give papers and they always made a thing of the family
being all together as much as possible.  There was even a bottle of wine to
celebrate their departure but I wasn't allowed any although Mark and Dan
did get one glass each.  However, Mark kept filling my glass with orange
squash making remarks about his little drunkard brother.  I gave him a
couple of kicks under the table in revenge and he mouthed, "You wait!".

As youngest I always got sent to bed first.  Now I was over thirteen I was
allowed to stay up until half past nine and, glory be, with no homework, I
could do as I liked in my room that evening.  However, I scuttled off as
soon as supper was finished and got on with my major project of the moment,
building a rather complicated model ship.  I heard Mark come up soon after
and knew he would be on the computer.  I didn't have a computer at the time
although Dan and Mark had a rather rudimentary one on which they produced
essays for school work and played all sorts of Dungeons and Dragons games
which, honestly, bored me stiff.  As I said before both were big lads and
both liked Soccer.  Dan was in the First XI and Mark was in the Junior XI
and both were mad on cricket as well.  Me, I liked swimming and hated
cricket and spent my spare time at the University pool with my pal Kenny
whose dad was also a lecturer.

Anyway, that first night of the Summer holiday I was ready for bed by just
gone ten.  I stripped off, got under the duvet and switched the light out.
I hadn't washed and I hadn't had a pee.

I woke up quite suddenly and peered at the clock by my bed.  It said
twenty-five past eleven.  Two things had woken me.  The first was an urgent
need to have a piss and the second was a succession of strange noises
coming through the partly open door leading to the bathroom.  That was odd.
I could have sworn I'd shut the door earlier.  It was an unwritten law that
the connecting doors were kept closed.  Mainly, according to Mark, to keep
my stink from getting into their room after I'd had a shit.

Bursting for a slash I slid out of bed and padded as quietly as I could
into the bathroom.  Instead of standing and letting fly I sat on the seat
and directed my stream away from the water to be as quiet as possible.  It
was then I realised that the strange noises were coming from my brothers'
bedroom through their partly open door.  Again, peculiar, as the door was
usually tightly shut.  I shook my little dick and stood up and walked
silently to their door and peeked through.  A bedside light was still on
beside Dan's bed and I could see that Mark's bed was empty.  The reason was
that my brothers were lying diagonally head to toe facing each other on
Dan's bed..

What they were doing was a mystery but from the sucking and slurping noises
I realised that they had each other's cocks in their mouths.  Soon there
were even louder noises as first Dan began to moan.  Mark's cock must have
been released from his mouth because Dan began to make strange baying
noises getting louder and ending with "Unnnnh...  unnnnh... unnnnh...  I'm
cumming..., I'm cumming..., OHHHHHH!" There were a few moments silence and
then the noises started again, this time from Mark.  He was lying more on
his back now and I could see Dan's head going up and down as Mark began to
moan and almost sing out a series of full-throated "AAAAAAAH's".  Then
there were three short, sharp "Oh fucks" in quick succession followed by a
long drawn out, higher-pitched "AAAAAAAH" again.  Then there was silence.
I crept back to my room, confused.... "What the hell was happening?" I
thought to myself.  As I crawled under the duvet I realised my cock was at
full stretch, hard as iron and I had a funny feeling in my balls.
Confused, I dropped off to sleep thinking all sorts of perplexing thoughts.
Were my brothers hurting each other?  Why were they both on Dan's bed?  Why
were they calling out like that?  What did Dan mean when he shouted out
"I'm cumming"?  My mind was in a whirl.

However, I must have fallen asleep fairly quickly and I slept like a log.
I was woken up by Mark pulling off the duvet and poking me in the side
saying it was almost breakfast time.  I noticed my cock was still fairly
stiff and I thought I saw Mark having a good look at it.  But, I didn't
dare ask what had been going on the night before.

The day passed quickly enough.  I'd arranged to go round to Kenny's and we
fooled around in his garden and when it got too hot we went up to his room
and played with his model army.  His dad was a military historian and had
the biggest collection of toy soldiers anyone had ever seen.  His one claim
to fame, as far as Kenny was concerned, was that he'd been on telly
demonstrating some battle or other using about a couple of hundred of his
meticulously painted models.  Kenny was following in father's footsteps and
what he didn't know about battles was nobody's business.  His favourite
game was replaying the battle of Waterloo so we killed off loads of
Froggies that afternoon.  I wanted to tell Kenny about what I'd witnessed
the night before but he'd got three older sisters and no brothers so I
wasn't sure he would know what I was talking about.

That night I deliberately left my connecting door open and, sure enough, at
about the same time I heard the moans and groans again.  I scuttled out of
bed and was soon peeping through into their room again just like the night
before.  This time they were both on Mark's bed, in the same position but
with Dan's head nearer to me.  I could see much more clearly and watched
wide-eyed as they sucked noisily on each other's hugely swollen cocks.  As
Mark's shaft slid in and of Dan's mouth I had never seen anything so big!
It was thick and long and when it popped out of Dan's mouth, when he began
the sequence of baying sounds like the night before, I could see a big,
round, dark red knob free of the foreskin which usually hid it.  Before
anything else happened I turned and rushed back to my room and hid under
the duvet.  I thought they were murdering each other at least because Dan
began to roar and then Mark was calling out as well.  I was so frightened I
never noticed if there was any change in my prick that time.  I huddled
down and shivered a bit and, at last, dropped off.

Saturday morning I was woken up again by Mark who repeated the actions of
the morning before.  I had a fully-blown hardon so I grabbed the duvet back
to cover it.  Mark rolled me over and slapped my backside through the duvet
and told me to get up otherwise gran would be displeased as she'd already
shouted up that breakfast was ready.  Dan had already gone to his Saturday
morning job on one of the tills in the local Sainsbury's.  Mum and dad
insisted we earned something towards our pocket money so Mark would be off
to stack boxes in a shoe shop for the morning a bit later.  My chores were
around the house clearing up after grandma and then clearing up the piles
of grass left by Dan the day before when he had mowed the lawn.  I was then
free to have some lunch and spend the afternoon at the University pool with
Kenny.

As the students had gone down on vacation and the pool was officially
closed for maintenance only older, unsupervised kids were allowed to go and
they had to be University staff children.  When Kenny and I got to the pool
there were only us two and two older teenagers who I recognised as being in
our Fifth Year with Mark.  The pool-keeper was a bad-tempered old sod and
had managed to keep out everyone else but us four on the pretext that the
pool needed cleaning for a swimming match that evening which we, and he,
knew wasn't true.  That meant we had to keep out of his way.

Kenny and I set off swimming our lengths.  We were both about equal having
been going to the pool since we were Juniors so we'd had plenty of
practice.  The two older lads were also doing lengths and were in lanes on
the opposite side of the pool.  We finished first and were sitting on the
steps leading into the pool when they stopped swimming and started horsing
around.  It looked as if they were grabbing at each other's dicks and
shouting out at the same time.  This brought the pool-keeper out of his
cubby-hole and he ordered us all out of the pool and pointed to the
dressing rooms.  Kenny stuck two fingers up at him when he turned and went
back into his den and the other two were not too pleased either as both did
a V-sign as well.  The one who had shouted out was then chased by the other
into the back end of the large dressing room.  I and Kenny stripped off our
trunks and went under the showers.  These were automatic wonders and
sprayed you for exactly forty-five seconds - just long enough, if you were
quick, to rinse off the chlorine-smelling water.

While we under the shower the two older lads reappeared, both nude, swiping
at each other with their wet swimming trunks.  They took no notice of us
younger kids as we stood and watched when our water turned off.  I was
watching avidly as both were well-matched in all ways.  They were both
quite a bit shorter than Mark but both had good-sized bushes of hair about
flapping cocks and swaying balls as they swatted each other round the head,
back, legs, etc. with the trunks.  In the end, by mutual consent, looking
rather exhausted and puffing they stopped, looked at us, stared rather
pointedly at our minuscule dicks compared with theirs, one said something
sotto voce to the other, they both laughed and then disappeared again
towards the back of the room.  Kenny wrinkled his nose, said nothing and we
went to get dressed.  While dressing we heard the flow of water from the
showers and then silence reigned.  "Bet they're having a wank," said Kenny.

I was too flabbergasted to ask what he meant, anyway, I didn't want to show
my ignorance.  I said goodbye to Kenny at the pool entrance and cycled back
home.  Neither of my brothers was home so I mooched around talking to gran
until supper was ready and they had reappeared.

That night I wanted to see if Mark and Dan were going to continue their
game or fight.  I wasn't sure which it was.  It could hardly be a fight as
both were even more affable than usual over supper and kept playing up to
gran and teasing her.  She loved it and gave them extra helpings.  It
wasn't until I held my plate out and Mark said, "Look at Oliver Twist
here!" did I get my fair share.  Both complained they were tired out from
working, looking at me as if spending an afternoon swimming thirty-five
lengths of an Olympic-sized pool was easy, and said they were going up to
bed as soon as the film on telly was over.

I was in bed long before I heard them have a piss and go into their room.
When all was quiet I opened my door a touch and saw that their door was
also ajar.  I crept back to bed and waited expectantly for strange noises
and I wasn't disappointed.  This time there were snatches of conversation
that I couldn't quite catch.  So, to find out more, I went through and took
up my station near their door again.

Tonight they were both on Mark's bed again.  But tonight Dan was lying
almost on top of Mark and Mark had his knees on either side of Dan's torso
with one of Dan's hands between his legs.

"Watch it, Dan," I heard Mark whisper, "Do it slowly and I'll tell you to
stop if it hurts."

"Never hurt you before," I heard my other brother growl, "You love it more
and more each time."

I heard Mark grunt assent and then he produced a low moan which was cut off
as Dan moved forward and planted his mouth over Mark's.  I saw Dan bring
his hand up and push himself towards Mark.  Mark lifted his legs and, with
Dan's help, placed them over Dan's shoulders.  I could see now exactly what
was happening.  The end of Dan's unsheathed cock was pressed against Mark's
arsehole.  Both Dan's shaft and the area around Mark's pucker were
glistening.  I knelt on the floor because from that position I could see
Dan's rigid dick and his large ballsack hanging beneath him as he inched
forward and then, with a grunt from both of them, his knob end disappeared
into Mark.

"Oh God, that hurt a bit but it's good," I heard Mark say.

Then, as Dan pushed on and further in, Mark kept up a commentary of, "Slow,
that hurt, Ohh..., go on, further, slower, no..., no...., go on, that's it,
I want it all in, go on, go on!"

He then let out a series of low moans as Dan set up a slow rhythm of
pushing in and then withdrawing slightly.  I could see on the down stroke
that the whole of his lengthy cock disappeared into Mark.

Mark then began to whisper, "More, Dan, I want more!"

"It's all fucking in you silly cunt," growled Dan, "I'm not ten inches like
those fuckers in the mags!  You've got all mine in there so be satisfied."

I heard a throaty giggle from Mark who shut up as Dan again locked his
mouth over his and began to quicken up his thrusts.  Mark also moved
forwards and back slightly, matching Dan with counterthrusts.

Dan came up for air and I could hear his breathing getting heavier and
heavier until he burst out "There it is! uuuunh..., uuuunh...., uuunh!"
Nothing happened for a few moments then Dan sat back still with his prick
inside Mark and panting loudly.

I think he must have grabbed at Mark's dick which seemed to be ever so long
and hard and then he rubbed up and down until Mark started to scream out,
"I'm cumming..., owwwww...!!"

That "ow" went on for ages.  He was still "owing" when I went off back to
my room and my bed and my very excited thoughts.  Was Dan passing
spermatozoa to Mark?  If so, why?  Why were they doing it like that?  Why
did Dan finish up by rubbing Mark's cock like that?  I was suffering from
brain fatigue and hardly realised I had my hand on my own hard little cock.
I dropped off to sleep gripping it tightly.

Sunday morning it was Dan's turn to wake me.  "Bloody stinks in here," he
said, as he rolled me completely out of bed, hardon and all.  He was nude
as usual as well and his dangling cock was inches away from my face as he
hoisted me back off the floor onto the bed with me making frantic efforts
to cover my embarrassment.  He apparently took no notice, just as if it was
an everyday occurrence and continued, "It's pissing with rain out there, so
much for summer and this holiday.  Gran was going to make us up a picnic to
take out this afternoon while she's playing Bridge.  We'll have to have it
indoors, Squirt."

I'd been called Little Squirt as a result of a pissing contest we three had
had when I was about six.  We were staying in a bungalow on the coast and,
as usual, left to our own devices.  After lunch one day we three had been
sent off to explore the locality and ended up in a grove of trees.  Dan, at
ten the cockiest, decided he wanted a piss so said to Mark he could beat
him in pissing the highest up the trunk of a tree.  They drew their cocks
out of the legs of their shorts and commenced to piss.  Of course, Dan
being taller was squirting miles higher up the tree trunk.  Not to be
outdone I yanked my little tiddler out and let fly.  What I produced and
the height it went surprised both.  I hit the trunk not much below Dan's
highest and was christened Little Squirt from that day.  Little did my
parents know the reason!

I grabbed the duvet and pulled it over my midriff and asked if it was
raining couldn't we all go to the swimming pool?  Dan said no because,
dumbcluck, it was closed until Tuesday as I well knew.  He put his hands
either side of my head and rubbed my ears back and forth which was a
favourite game of his when we were having a friendly wrestle.  "Come on,
Squirt, up, up!" he commanded, "Get your unclean body out of that pit!"

I must say I never disobeyed Dan, even when he was at his most annoying, I
loved and respected him so much.  He was in the Sixth Form and a Prefect
and was planning to be a medical student, so, I think, quite a few of us
young'uns looked up to him.  At least he was fair and never exceeded his
authority like a couple of the uglier natured Prefects I and my pals had
had dealings with.  Mark was also a great guy and he'd always been my best
ally when I wanted homework done.  He was an ardent Scout and was forever
testing out his badge skills on me.  The latest was First Aid and I'd been
trussed up in bandages and splints, much to my dad's amusement as he was
the examiner for that badge.

Mark was already up and eating breakfast when I appeared, looking rather
dishevelled as usual.  Gran was chuntering as she wanted to get to church
and Mark and Dan were instructed, with much moaning from both, to prepare
the potatoes and veggies by the time she came back.  As soon as she went
the two lads grabbed me and said I was going to do the potatoes and carrots
on pain of sudden death, or fifty pence, whichever I preferred.  I said
sudden death but I would have the fifty pence first.  They paid up and
disappeared leaving me in the kitchen with all the breakfast things to
clear up as well.

I was hatching dire plans for their destruction but was wrenched back to
reality as the memories of what I had seen the previous night flooded back.
No way could I ask them, they'd gone off and wouldn't be back until one
o'clock Sunday lunch time.  As the fifty pence was in my pocket I dutifully
scraped enough potatoes to feed an army, skinned and sliced enough carrots
to stuff the entire population of Papua New Guinea ( I only thought of them
as I had seen an illustration of a rather well-endowed young man in a
magazine article) and put a large cabbage into soak and escaped to my room
to await gran's return and the aromas of lunch cooking.

Dead on one I descended the stairs to find my two smug brothers seated at
the dining room table with the whole roast dinner arrayed on the table.
They, of course, were getting the praise for preparing everything so nicely
and I was seething within as Mark shut me up with one of his looks.  I was
determined to get my own back sometime.  I must say the lunch was superb
and three very replete young lads helped their marvellous gran clear up and
wash up and then trooped up to their respective rooms leaving gran to
depart for her Bridge afternoon

I was so hot and full-up I stripped off and put on just a pair of old
running shorts and settled down to continue with my model.  It was still
pissing down outside but it was pretty hot and very humid.  I'd worked away
for about half an hour when I was aware that Mark had come through and was
standing behind me watching me glue down a strut on the forecastle.

"What you doing, Squirt?" he asked very amiably.

I was still a bit pissed off because of grandma's praise he and Dan had
received over my efforts and I told him so.

"Always the same, Squirt," he said, "You get paid to do the work and we'd
take the blame if it wasn't done properly, eh?"

I had to agree and put a dab of glue on the final strut.  I leaned back to
survey my handiwork.

"I'm talking to you, Squirt," said Mark, "Come on, admit it."

"OK," I said, "But you've got to tell her sometimes it's me who does the
work."

"I always did it for Dan," he said, "It's your turn now."

I looked at him and realised he was dressed identically to me.  Just a pair
of running shorts with the outline of his dick running down his leg.

I leaned back a bit further, which I realised from past experience with
that particular chair was a bit dangerous.  As I did so Mark ran his thumb
up my spine which caused me to over- balance.  The chair tipped back and I
almost landed on the floor.  Mark caught me as I fell and this was the
signal for him to do what I dreaded, but loved, most.  He started to tickle
me.  I was so ticklish.  It was almost a ritual with my brothers.  One way
to subdue me was to hold me down and tickle me.  Of course I squawked and
wriggled as he knelt over me and began a relentless gentle fingering of my
over-sensitive ribs.  Next thing I knew was that Dan had come through to my
room as well.

"What's all this noise, eh?" he demanded, "I was just having a nice
post-prandial nap and the little bastard starts yelling."

"If I'm a little bastard you're a big one," I retorted between my squirms
and laughter.

"Cheeky with it, too," he said kneeling with my head held between his
knees.
  His fingers began a relentless tattoo on my upper half while Mark
concentrated lower down.

I bucked my hips to try to free myself but I was trapped.

"Pull the little bastard's shorts off," said Dan and as my hips bucked
again my shorts were down my legs and pulled completely off.

"Christ, look at the size of the little bastard's tool," said Mark.

The tickling had somehow roused my young dick and it was rigid along my
belly.

"He's bigger than you were, Marky boy, at his age," said Dan "Get a ruler
to it."

I wasn't left alone because Mark just reached up to my desk and picked up
my ruler.  With deft fingers he then picked up my stiff length and laid the
ruler by the side of it.

"Little bugger's twelve centimetres," he said, "That's two centimetres
longer than I was at thirteen and a half!  What will he be like at our
age?"

"I wonder if he's got any juice in those neat little balls of his?"
enquired Dan.

"We'd better see," said Mark, gripping my tool between two fingers and
thumb and tugging down.  "He's still a bit tight", he said as the end of my
knob peeped through my partially drawn-down foreskin.

The feelings were indescribable.  I squirmed even more.

"Give him the works," instructed Dan and Mark began the relentless up and
down movement I'd seen Dan giving him the previous night.

I was almost delirious with the feelings coursing through my nether
regions.
  It wasn't pain, but then it was, it was wonderful pain, a subterranean
pain, a thumping, throbbing, pounding, pain.  The pain turned to exquisite
feelings and I found I was panting and my buttocks were trembling and
clenching and the feelings in my balls were.... and then, whoosh, I shot.
My first cum!  Dollops of white fluid erupted from my piss-slit and
gathered on my chest.

"Christ Almighty!" murmured Dan, "The little bastard's a real squirter!"

I'd had my eyes closed tight while the feelings were building up so I
missed the spurting but when I opened them I saw the droplets on my chest.

"What's that?" I gasped, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed.

"Is that your first time?" asked Dan, letting my head go from between his
knees

"Um", I said indistinctly and nodded.  I was still almost speechless with
the feelings.

"Bloody hell," said Mark unbelievingly, "You must have been wanking for
ages to produce that amount.  I certainly didn't make that much my first
time, eh Dan?"

"Nor did I," said Dan, "Are you telling us the truth?"

I was almost in tears, my brothers didn't believe me.

I sobbed.  "I haven't, honest, I didn't know anything like that 'til you
just did it to me."

Mark leant over me and kissed me on the lips, something he'd never done
before.  A peck on the cheek when tucking me in bed when I was younger,
perhaps, but this was a full face smacker.

"I believe you, Chris, " he said with feeling, " I'm glad I did it to you
first.  Now it's your turn to do it to us."

Both of them stood up, lifted me to my feet and then both whipped off their
shorts to reveal the biggest hardons imaginable, at least to my eyes.  I
looked from one to the other.  Dan was perhaps a centimetre or so longer
than Mark and was definitely thicker but Mark seemed to have more of a
bush.

"Come on Squirt," said Mark, "If Dan doesn't mind I can't wait much longer
or I'll shoot on automatic pilot."

Dan grunted and reached out and drew back Mark's foreskin fully.  "Come on,
True Squirt, do unto him that which hath been done unto you."

I went onto automatic pilot myself then, standing in front of Mark.  It
must be inborn because I gripped Mark's tool with my right hand and began
to wank him as if I'd been doing it for ages.  In less than a minute as he
leaned back, eyes tightly shut, mouth open, he sprayed an enormous amount
of warm, sticky spunk all over my chest and neck which joined the droplets
I had produced.  He grabbed my hand to stop my strokes and stood panting.

"Oh, God," he murmured, "He's even better than you, Dan!"

I turned to my elder brother and gripped his hefty tool and gave him the
same treatment.  Soon, another stream of come joined the others and the
three lots mingled and coalesced.  The two lads put out fingers and stirred
the three lots even more.  Two fingers were placed on my lips and I licked
the warm cream onto my tongue.  They each scooped up more off my chest and
put their fingers to each other's lips and we all tasted the three lots of
combined come.  My taller brothers put their arms round me and we stood in
a little huddle and Dan said "We are truly brothers now!"

Of course, after washing me down in the bathroom, they then told me they
knew I'd been spying on them.  In fact, they'd set it up so I would and I'd
missed the first instalment on Wednesday evening when they'd just wanked
each other off to the accompaniment of much moaning and groaning.  They'd
come through to my room after they'd shot their loads and found me dead
asleep so it was Dan's idea that Mark should fill me with liquid the next
night.  I wanted to know what they were doing the next and following nights
and they said they intended to initiate me gradually.  Oh God, by that time
I was rigid again and so were they, so it was Dan's turn to toss me off.
Not so much this time and then I wanked both of them again.

I had so many questions to ask and so much to find out but they just told
me to hold my horses and all would be revealed to me in all good time.
Anyway, that night I said I was going to sleep in their room and got in
with Mark as soon as they came up to bed.  Early for them!  Within five
minutes they had initiated me into three-way cocksucking which blew my
mind.  Three times on my first day; two wanks and then getting sucked by
Dan.  I managed to get most of Mark's cock in my mouth and copied
everything Dan did to me.  It was the best night of my short life so far.


I woke up in the morning with the biggest hardon I'd ever experienced and,
with Dan watching and wanking himself, Mark and I sucked each other off
being liberally sprayed with Dan's spunk soon after we'd both climaxed.  I
wanted Dan and Mark all day Monday and as it was still raining and grandma
wanted to go on one of her shopping sprees we were left alone all day.  I
and my brothers came five times each between waking and six o'clock and
even gran at supper wanted to know why we were so silent and tired looking.
Dan made some lame excuse that I'd been obstreperous and had kept
disturbing them all day so I made him come a sixth time that night - in
fact, both Mark and I did as well to keep him company.


Tuesday the weather was better and Dan had to go off to work to cover for
someone on holiday.  I spent the day with Mark and in between kicking a
football around the garden and lying sunbathing in just our shorts he
answered all my teeming questions, like, How long was his cock?  (Sixteen
centimetres and still growing), How big was Dan's (Seventeen and a half
centimetres), How many times a day did he and Dan do it?  (Generally two or
three), Always together?  (No), But sometimes together?  (Yes, several
times a week), Had they done it with anyone else?  (Yes, lots!), Who?
(Tell you sometime!), Do all boys do it?  (As far as he knew), What were
they doing Saturday night?  (We'll show you tonight!), Was that wanking
using our hands at lunch-time?  (Yes!), Was that spermatozoa or spunk we
produced?  (Both, it's the same), Could we do it again at tea-time?  (No,
wait until tonight).
   And so on and so on.  I think he was jolly glad when Dan came home and
started moaning about the Sainsbury's supervisor and her whining and
whingeing.  Gran was glad I was out and about and not stuck in my room so I
was allowed to choose a pudding from the freezer!

Feeling plump and more knowledgeable than ever before I went willingly up
the stairs at the appointed time.  I even had a shower and cleaned my teeth
very carefully feeling on top of the world.  I slipped under my duvet and
read until I heard Dan and Mark come up the stairs arguing about some finer
point of the movie they'd been watching on telly.  As soon as they were out
of the bathroom I went through to their room and this time got in with Dan.

"You're going to show me what you were doing Saturday night," I said
decisively, showing off my hardon which mysteriously, but inevitably, had
developed while I was waiting for them to appear..

Dan grinned at me and hugged me tight.  "OK, we'll show you, but you've got
to join in when you're told.."

With that he rolled on top of me and pressed his lips against mine.  My
dick went hard within seconds and rested alongside his mighty tool which
was very, very hard.  Mark came across and slid into the bed alongside us.

"It's my turn first," said Mark, "We'll show you and then it'll be your
turn."

I wondered what he meant but things started to happen rapidly.  Dan rolled
off me and I was placed on the edge of the bed.  Dan then lay on his back
and Mark knelt between his thighs.  He leaned over Dan and they kissed and
I could see that their tongues were darting in and out of each other's
mouths.  Mark then licked down Dan's chin and into the side of his neck.
Dan was moaning slightly and I could see his chest moving up and down
slightly faster as his breathing rate changed.  Mark licked down his chest
and started to ring Dan's left nipple with his tongue.  Dan began to squirm
as I had done while they were tickling me, but this was a different type of
squirm.  Mark's tongue moved further down and after flicking into his belly
button he began to lick the tip of Dan's knob which was just showing
through the end of his foreskin.  He stopped that very soon and the
procedure was reversed.  He gradually licked back up, but this time
concentrated on Dan's right nipple.  After another mutual tonguing with
mouths wide open Mark leaned back up.  His prick was solid.  He reached
under the pillow at the top of the bed and brought out a blue tube and gave
it to me.

"Undo it, Squirt," he said, "And put some on my tool and then I want some
on my fingers."

I did as I was told.  In the subdued light I saw it was labelled K-Y Jelly.
I knew where they'd got it.  From mum's cabinet in the study where she
sometimes saw patients.  I knew it was very slippery as I'd investigated it
before so I knew that putting some on my hand and rubbing it up and down
Mark's shaft would make it super slick.

Mark whispered "Not too much," as I fisted his rod.  I then squeezed a
dollop onto his outstretched fingers.  He put his fingers down and rubbed
the jelly round Dan's pucker.  Dan gave out more low moans and his dick
twitched as he clenched the muscles of his buttocks a bit.  Mark pressed
the finger with the jelly on it into Dan's hole and then, quickly, a second
finger joined it and I saw him work his fingers in and out for a few
moments.  Seeing the shiny jelly I now knew what the glistening was on
Saturday night.

By now Dan was moaning even louder and then whispered throatily, "I want
it!"

Mark lifted up Dan's muscly legs and put them over his shoulders.  He
whispered to me "Watch!"and positioned himself so the tip of his cock was
right on Dan's hole.  He pushed hard and his knob end disappeared into Dan
and his foreskin was rolled back in one go.  Dan grunted and then Mark
pushed twice more and the whole of his cock disappeared into Dan who let
out even more grunts, I assumed of delight.

"Get in between his legs and suck his cock," Mark ordered me.

I insinuated myself between Dan's muscular thighs and Mark's torso and
managed to get the first couple of inches of Dan's thick cock in my mouth.
Then I felt Mark's hand on my bum and instinctively clenched my buttocks.

"Move your knees apart," I was commanded.

I did so and Mark's sticky fingers began to explore my rosebud.  I felt
relaxed and this must have been what Mark was waiting for.  A finger went
in and I felt him exploring me.  Just as with Dan a second finger was
inserted and I was finger-fucked at the same time as Mark pressed back and
forth in and almost out of Dan and while I sucked Dan's cock.

Mark was leaning right over me so I was sandwiched and had to keep
breathing deep to concentrate on sucking and keep from calling out with joy
as those probing fingers did things to me I never knew could happen.

Mark was now pounding in and out of Dan at quite a rate and on every inward
stroke Dan would give a low moan which gradually got louder.  I was almost
crushed by the legs and body pressing on me but also kept up my relentless
sucking.  Then there was an even louder "Ohhhhhh" from Dan and spurts of
hot cum hit the roof of my mouth and I could do nothing but swallow
hastily.  I felt Dan's cream slide down my throat and tasted that strange
salty, sweetness again, but now in greater concentration.  There was a loud
bellow from Mark who flopped on top of me crushing me even more as he
obviously shot his load deep inside Dan who was still moaning and writhing
beneath us.

Slowly we disentangled ourselves and my two brothers hugged and kissed me.
Their tongues pressed into my mouth and tasted the remnants of Dan's spunk.
Mark, by then, had removed his fingers from my hole but I felt I wanted to
experience what Dan had just received.

As we hugged Dan said, "It's Chris's turn now."

Dan then moved off the bed and gave Mark a bunch of tissues which he used
to wipe down his cock.  Mark then disappeared off to the bathroom and
returned a few moments later.  In that time Dan had squeezed some of the
K-Y jelly onto his hand and had anointed my erect cock with it.  I was
elated.  I was going to fuck Marky!  Mark got onto the bed and laid on his
back.  Dan then positioned me between Mark's knees and moved me forward so
my cock was close to his cleft.  Gently Dan lifted Mark's legs and put them
carefully over my shoulders so my cock was then directly by his pucker.  As
I watched, Dan put some jelly around Mark's hole and did what had happened
to me.  He pressed his first finger and I saw it go in immediately up to
his first knuckle.  A second finger followed and then a third.  I was
amazed at how easily Marky was opened up.

"Right then, Chris," said Dan, "Push!"

As he said this he removed his fingers and grabbed my shaft and I pushed
and, lo and behold, my whole length went straight in.  Oh God, I couldn't
help it but I started the same in and out movement I'd seen straight away
and was soon picking up speed to the accompaniment of Marky's yelps as I
pressed on some internal bit of him.  The warmth and tightness soon got me
to the edge and then I tumbled into ecstasy.  I felt myself spurt and spurt
and spurt.  It was me this time baying at the moon!  Dan was laughing out
loud and shushed me and said I'd wake gran if I made that much noise.  As
soon as I had come I fell onto Mark's chest and he hugged me tight and
kissed me full on the lips.

"That was a marvellous fuck!" he said with feeling as our lips unlocked,
"You can do that whenever you want, Chris my lovely young brother."

I needed to rest, that climax was the most intense so far, but it wasn't to
be.  I was sent to the bathroom to wash my cock of any spunk and other
debris.  When I returned I realised it was my turn to be fucked and by none
other than my huge-cocked elder brother.  My two brothers laid me on the
bed and Dan said that if I felt I was being hurt I was to say so and
everything would stop.  I was determined to experience everything and said
so.  They started by raising me to such heights of pleasure by kissing and
licking me from head to toe so I couldn't have cared less whether I was
going to experience pain or paradise.  My legs were lifted up and Dan got
between them and started to lubricate my pucker as he showered my lips and
chin and neck with kisses and licks.  Mark was licking and sucking on my
nipples in turn and then I felt Dan's fingers inside me.  A moment later
and I thought I would be wrenched in two.  A sudden burst of pain hit me
but it quickly subsided and I knew I had my big brother's cock safely
inside me.  At least it was the fat knob end which had entered safely.  Dan
pushed again and I felt I was being almost split apart but the pain was
dulled by the exquisite feelings I was getting from Mark's ministrations to
my nipples and chest and the licks across my throat delivered by Dan.  Two
more pushes and I felt the dense bush of hair round Dan's cock tickling my
bollocks so I knew he was well in.  We set up a rhythm between us.  I
pushed up as he pushed down and I found I could squeeze his cock when it
was right in by clenching my buttock muscles.  Dan was moaning now as well
as me and then I felt Marky fisting my cock at the same time.  I think Dan
and I came together.  I felt my own spray of warm droplets right up on my
throat as Dan gave four or five almighty pushes at the same time
accompanied by almighty grunts.  I put my arms up and hugged him as he
flopped onto me.  He licked my chin and mopped up my spunk with his tongue.
We kissed for ages as his cock went limp and he took it out.  I felt empty
and I wanted more.

"Marky, fuck me now!"  I was in command.

Dan rolled off me and, miracles of miracles, Mark had, of course, an
enormous hardon.  He grabbed the jelly and slathered it over his cock and
knelt between my legs.  Dan lifted my legs and with three well-aimed
thrusts Mark was in and his hair was now tickling my balls.  I was wide
open and ready.  We set up a tremendous rhythm speeding up and up and up
until with a cry of triumph I knew Marky had shot his load inside me.  I
kept bucking my hips even after he'd finished and this set him moaning
again and I think he then shot another load, I know I did.

"Christ Almighty!" was Dan's response to all this.  "You two are the
horniest bastards I've ever met."

We three then collapsed in a heap and giggled and cuddled and nuzzled each
other until Dan and Mark went off to the bathroom to clean themselves up.
While they were in there I felt down to my hole and it was still a bit open
and there was masses of cum oozing out.  I told them this when they came
back so they lifted me up, took me to the bathroom and, as I straddled the
washbasin, they very tenderly washed me and dried me.

That night we all slept in Dan's bed, me sandwiched between my two
wonderful brothers.


Next morning after breakfast I was in my room going over the events of the
night before when Mark came in.

"Squirt," he said, very gently, "All that last night and before and what
else we might do is just between us, you know."

I nodded and said it was all ours and I wouldn't do anything or say
anything which they wouldn't want me to.

"I knew you'd say that, Squirt, I love you very much and so does Dan and we
don't want you to come to any harm.  So we wouldn't want to place any
restrictions on you but, remember, we're always here for you.  We've both
got other friends and we've done all those things with others but just be
careful who you choose or say anything to."

I nodded and he came over and ruffled my hair.  "Be good, at least until
tonight." He flashed me a grin.  "And, by the way, I don't think we can
keep up the six times a day like on Monday!"  He went.

I'd arranged to meet Kenny at the now officially open pool that afternoon
and we did our usual lengths.  We saw the two older teenagers who'd been
mucking about last time but they were much quieter as there were some mums
and younger children there as well.  After we'd showered Kenny said why
didn't I go back with him as there was no one at home and he had some new
soldiers which his dad had given him.  I assented and we cycled off to his
house.

As we got to his room and he closed the door I thought fuck this for a game
of soldiers.  I turned to him, undoing the fly of my shorts at the same
time and said, "D'you want a wank?"

His face lit up with a great cheesy grin.  "Wow, Chris, I thought you'd
never ask!"