Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2012 00:56:58 +0200
From: Ersatz Jenkins <ersatz345@gmail.com>
Subject: The Week Chapter 2

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The Week
Chapter 2


I woke up Thursday morning slightly groggy, my naked limbs entwined around
Kyle.  Our first, passionate coupling last night hadn't been our last.
We each shot twice more before we finally collapsed covered in sweat and
whatever of each other's boy cream we weren't able to lick up and
passed out.

We usually took turns being the big spoon, and this time it was mine.  Kyle
nestled in my arms, the firm mounds of his ass pressed against my semi-hard
cock and his body curled to fit mine.  For a second I just laid there
enjoying the warmth of my twin brother as he slept, the feel of his soft
skin against mine and that sense of rightness that I had whenever we held
each other.  The way we fit together was perfect.  His smell filled my
nostrils as well, a pleasant combination of his cologne and deodorant from
yesterday, sleep, and boy sweat sweetened with the scent of mostly-dried
teenaged cum.

I kept my eyes closed and tried to match my breathing to Kyle's.  I
thought about what we did last night, the promises we made to each other,
and the possibilities of the week ahead.  We had said things, done things,
last night that I always knew were true and right for us.  But it's one
thing to know you love somebody and quite another to tell them, let alone
hear them repeat your words back- especially when that somebody is your
twin brother. When we sealed our love with precum, ass juice, and saliva I
knew our relationship had changed forever no matter what happened this
week.

I smiled to myself in the grey early morning light.  Kyle loves me.

As much as I enjoyed reminiscing about last night and holding Kyle, I knew
it couldn't last.  Slowly, I raised my head to look over my twin and
read the alarm clock to see how much time we had.  Thursday mornings were
easy- we didn't have swim practice or anything to get up for.  We just
needed to be showered and downstairs for breakfast.  Usually on a Sunday I
would have done something about having a semi pressed against my brother's
more than welcoming fuck hole, but we didn't have much time for Fun this
morning.

I lowered my head back down and pressed my lips gently to the top of Kyle's
head.  "Wake up, sleepy head," I whispered as I freed my right arm from
around his midriff to ruffle his hair.  "Time to get up, bro."

"Mmmmm" was the sound that greeted me.

"Dude.  It's 6:50.  It's time to wake up."

"MmmHmm" once again, this time accompanied by him snuggling deeper against
my chest and pressing his ass back against my groin.  That wasn't helping
things.

"Come on, Kyle, we need to get moving.  We need to shower and get dressed
for breakfast before Dad sends James or Justin to look in on us.  Or he
decides to come himself."

"Dude, whatever," he yawned loudly, smacking his lips at the end, and once
again firmly pressed his ass against my dick.  "I like it right where I
am."

I sighed quietly to myself.  Kyle is not what you would call a morning
person, and he can be grumpy if he doesn't get pounded early in the
morning, or at least get a blowjob.  Usually it's up to me to make sure
he's up and ready for practice in the morning, just like it's his job to
make sure I stay up late if necessary.  He's the night owl and I'm the
early bird.  We compliment each other nicely.

There was nothing else for it, I suppose.  I didn't have time to fuck him,
not properly at least, and we weren't going to have time for at least
sucking cocks if he didn't get moving.  I gently removed my left arm from
under his body and reached up with both hands to grab his shoulders and
lightly massage them.

"Mmmmmm- that's what I like to wake up to," he said.  He stretched like a
cat, tilting his head up and back, arching his spine, and again pressing
his ass into me before settling back into a comfortable position.  I kept
up the light massaging and his breathing slowed and deepened.

Really.  He should have known better.

Right when I was sure he was about to pass out again, I shoved him as hard
as I could.

"FUCK DUDE!" he yelled as he tumbled out of the bed, knocking into the
nightstand on the way down, arms and legs windmilling as he tried to catch
himself before hitting the ground.

I slid over to the edge of the bed on my stomach and grinned down at him.
He looked back up at me balefully, spread-eagled on his back and rubbing
his head where it caught the nightstand on the way down.

"What the fuck was that for?" he demanded.

"You needed to get moving, dip shit.  So I thought I'd help you out."

"Uh huh.  Well let's not do that again," he replied, still rubbing his head
as he stood up and limped toward our bathroom door.

"It got you moving, didn't it?  You weren't going to get up otherwise, and
we're going to be late if we don't get moving."

I admired Kyle's naked form as he sauntered to the bathroom.  Even after
getting shoved out of bed to a rude awakening, he managed to strut, cock
sure and beautiful, the early morning light highlighting his clean, defined
limbs and muscles while the smooth skin of his back and ass glowed softly.
Like me, Kyle's almost completely hairless aside from some tufts around his
dick and light patches in his pits.

He stopped when he got to the bathroom door.

"Hey Caleb- didn't we close this last night?"

I sat up on my elbow.  My stomach fluttered slightly.  "Yeah, of course we
did.  We always do when we're going to have Fun."

He didn't look back at me.  He grabbed the door with one hand and ducked
his head around it.  "Well, are you sure you closed it?  It wasn't open
much, but it's definitely open."

"Yeah dude.  I always close it firmly.  Otherwise it tends to swing open.
You know that."

"Uh huh," was the reply I got.  For some reason he had gone down to his
knees, still holding the door in one hand, the other reaching out in front
of him on the ground as if feeling something.

There were two ways into our bedroom: the main door out to the hall that we
locked every night (even though our paranoid father repeatedly told us not
to- something about being able to reach us in case of a fire- like we
wouldn't fucking wake up for the alarm and beat feet for the nearest exit!)
and the door to the bathroom.  There was another door from the bathroom
leading to our boy cave, and one from that room to the hallway.  We always
closed the bathroom door into our room, always, and we usually locked it.

"Do you see something?" I asked.

"Ummmm maybe.  This is weird.  Come here."

Sighing once again, I tossed the sheet off my naked body and padded over to
my brother as he sat back on his heels.

"What does that look like to you?" he asked, pointing down to a spot on the
tile.

Our bathroom, like the rest of our rooms, is pretty big.  To the right when
you walk in from our room are the sinks, towel racks, cabinets, and the
like.  That whole side is a mirror above the cabinets and whatnot.  To the
left is an archway spanning the room that leads to the toilet in its own
little alcove on the left (as you face inward), the shower I jerked off in
using James' cum as lube earlier straight ahead in the corner on the left,
and a ginormous whirlpool bathtub next to it in the corner on the right.
The alcove with the toilet is nearest the archway, The walls not occupied
by the shower and toilet are tiled halfway up with pictures and giant
mirrors covering the rest of the surfaces.  The entire bathroom is tiled in
a deep blue marble that tends to show- shall we say lighter colored
substances?

I got down on my knees next to Kyle to inspect what he had found.  I
squinted slightly and tilted my head to the right before moving it back and
forth to see how the light reflected from the spot he indicated.  Huh.

"Is that-?Ó I began.

"I think it is," he finished for me.

I turned toward him and our eyes met.  He had a slight grin on his face
with his lips twitched upward like when he was thinking of something
particularly amusing or mischievous but he wasn't quite sure whether he
should share.  I know my face looked back slightly perplexed.

Turning back around, I got down on all fours and put my face near the spot.

"Um Caleb man- what are you doing?"

I sniffed at the dried puddle and then stuck my finger in my mouth to wet
it before swirling it in the puddle and bringing it back to my lips.

"Dude, what are you- a fucking cum hound?" he guffawed like he had made the
funniest joke in the fucking world.

Not even looking, my left hand shot out and punched him in the gut.  He
bent over wheezing, but continued to giggle while trying to catch his
breath.

"Oh man- dude that was- fucking perfect- you have to admit!"

I didn't even look at him.  Instead, I put the finger coated with the
substance in my mouth and sucked.  Wow.

Now I did look over at Kyle, and he had finally caught his breath, his grin
still there but turned slightly downward with his pain.  Really.  I didn't
hit him that hard.

"Well, detective? Sergeant Sperm?  Captain Cum?" he asked, "Is that what I
think it is?"

Ignoring his stupid jokes, I nodded slightly.  "Yeah bro.  It is.  But- "
and here I paused.

"What?"

"Well, I know what your cum tastes like, and I know what James' cum tastes
like" the memory alone caused my cock to twitch "and I know what my cum
tastes like.  And this isn't from us."

His smile came back, this time fully amused and fully mischievous.

"You're not surprised," I said.  It wasn't a question.

He glanced down briefly to consider the crusty spot that I had established
as a dried cum puddle before looking back at me.

"No, dude, I can't say that I'm surprised." He paused.  "What did it taste
like?"

I thought a moment before answering.

"Sweet, with slightly more cream than tang.  The lightest touch of salt to
balance it out, but mostly sweet."  I licked my lips again.  "It- was also
very slick.  Not slimy.  It didn't have much body to it.  Just viscous and
light.  It was delicious and- refreshing," I ended lamely.  Even from that
slight taste I could feel my insides vibrating.  It had energy to it,
that's for sure.

Kyle nodded again as if he had expected something of the sort, although the
depth of my description seemed to surprise him.  I was developing quite a
nose and tongue for jizz, it seemed.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised," he said again.  He settled back against the
doorframe and hugged his knees to his chest.  Resting his chin on top of
his knees, he looked over at me, head slightly tilted like mine had been
earlier.  I love when I see our shared mannerisms.

"Have you noticed anything- strange- about Justin lately?"

Caught in the middle of rearranging myself on the other side of the
doorway, I paused briefly before slowly settling into Indian style.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, anything strange about the way he's been acting.  Or the things
he's been doing.  I've caught him staring at me a couple of times when
we're all together downstairs, eating or whatnot, and when we're hanging
out on weekends in shirts and shorts and stuff.  Have you noticed anything
like that?"

I thought for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, actually, I have.  Maybe not the staring part, but I noticed he was
changing much closer to us in the locker rooms after swim practice.  He's
also been taking longer showers like we do."  All the guys showered after
practice, but usually only the older guys stayed in long because the moms
would start yelling at the younger boys soon after practice ended.  We
weren't in the same group or anything, but we did practice at the same
time.

"That's what I mean," Kyle said, and then he gave a little nod as if
deciding something.  "I think Justin has a crush on us."

I couldn't help myself. My first instinct was to laugh.

"It's not funny, bro.  Well, maybe it is a little bit, but think about it.
It fits."

He was right of course.  It did fit.  I put the pieces together in my mind,
and it did seem to make sense.  Kyle and I were horny little shits when we
were Justin's age.  Fuck that- we still are horny shits, although not quite
so little anymore.  And I remember crushing hard on James when we were
Justin's age and he was about our age now.  Fuck that (again?)- I'm still
crushing on James.  I remember having a million erections each day compared
to the 999,000 or so I have now, and how that felt.  The raging hormones
and being too young to do anything about it; or, at least anything socially
acceptable.

Unlike Justin I was lucky.  I had Kyle.  Justin doesn't have a twin brother
to have Fun with.  Oh, he probably has a couple of guy friends that he
messes around with.  I wouldn't be surprised- he's a pretty cute kid and
relatively outgoing, but he doesn't have anything like Kyle and I had.  Was
it any wonder this horned up 13-year-old sex machine fixated on his
handsome (if I do say so myself) older teenaged brothers?  Could I really
be surprised that we had apparently entered into his masturbation
fantasies?  Hadn't I done the same thing at his age?

"You see, don't you Caleb?" Kyle said.  "Little bro is boned up for us,
man!  He fucking jerked off and blew his little sperms all over our
bathroom last night!  It's not cool to spy on us, strictly speaking, and
it definitely violates the Bro Code, but it kind of turns me on to know the
little fucker wants our dicks.Ó

I smiled back at my brother, my face matching his for mischief.  "You know
what this means, don't you?  James all but fucking seduced me earlier and
we think Justin gets boned up when he thinks about us and apparently jerks
off while spying on us fucking each other.Ó

Kyle grinned at me again.  "Spell it out for me, bro.  I know you like
doing that!" he laughed.  But his cock betrayed him.  It was obvious he had
some idea considering his tool was rigid and up against his stomach.

"Dick head.  It means- " I paused.  This was exciting, and my cock was
doing more than just twitching at the thought.  It was steadily rising to
point up at my chin. "It means this week is going to be wilder than we
thought.  I know we have a chance to have some Fun with James, but now-
now, I think Justin wants to play too.  Fuck dude!"

Kyle nodded eagerly.  As much as you could say that I always had a thing
for James, Kyle had always seemed to have a thing for Justin.  Don't get me
wrong- I love both James and Justin, and I know Kyle does too, but where I
had a soft spot for James Kyle had a soft spot for Justin.  So of course he
noticed when Justin had begun staring, and I'm sure he noticed Justin had
been trying to hang around us more, especially times when we were semi or
completely naked.

He just grinned at me again and reached out to fist bump.  "Dude, this is
going to be the best fucking week ever!"

I nodded as we bumped fists and returned his smile.  The possibilities that
came to my mind when I thought of the Fun we could have with our brothers
were both insanely dirty and insanely hot.  The only problem was- I didn't
know how we would get the ball rolling.  I mean, sure James practically
shoved his cock in my face; and sure, Justin splooged on our bathroom
floor.  But how did we really know that they would be interested in messing
around?  What was our next move?

My eyes strayed to the alarm clock, though, and I knew we needed to get
going.  It was 7:00 and we needed to be downstairs by 7:20.  I stood up, my
cock waving in Kyle's face.

"Common, Kyle.  We need to get going if we're going to make it downstairs
for breakfast.  You know how Dad is."

Kyle sat up onto his knees and reached out to grab my dick.

"Yeah I know, dude, but come on.  We're both hard and we should take care
of this before we go.  Otherwise, who knows what will happen?"

I groaned slightly as Kyle's fingers moved up my cock, squeezing my shaft
and milking the precum he knew was in there.  Sure enough, a shining pearl
appeared on my slit.  He swiped it off with his finger and brought it to
his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, Caleb.  You taste so good in the morning."

I moaned and felt my knees go weak.  I looked down at my twin brother
sucking my precum off his finger while his left hand massaged my nuts in
their hairless sack, then looked at the alarm clock on the night stand.
7:01.  I looked back at my brother.  His eyes were focused on my cock head
and his fingers were reaching back for more precum.  I gasped as he gave me
three dick head swirls, wrapping his fingers around my helmet and rubbing
his rough palm over my dripping slit.  Shit.  There had to be a way to do
both.

"Dude we have to-ugh-we have to shower, Kyle.  Come on.  We'll finish in
there.  Two-ugh-two birds with one stone."

Kyle just grunted up at me, both hands now working my 7+ inch cock for all
they were worth, every other stroke culminating in a swirl.  It drives me
insane when he does that, and he knows it!

I started walking toward the shower and Kyle hand no choice but to follow
me or let go of my dick.  Not much of a choice, really.  He shuffled along
on his knees, gamely trying to keep up some kind of rhythm and making me
half stumble every time he swirled around the tip of my cock.  His giggles
came deeper, scratchy with his morning voice and thick with lust.  I
staggered to the shower door and reached through to turn the hot water on.
Immediately a steamy rush began flowing out of the dual shower heads.

I mentioned before when I jerked off with James' cum after he used our
shower, but it bears repeating.  We have an awesome fucking shower.  Pun
intended.  Since it takes up the whole corner, the shower is shaped like a
pentagon. Two walls are the corner of the bathroom, there's a glass wall
facing the archway into the area with the sinks, a section facing the
middle of the room (with the door) and another section facing the whirlpool
tub. It's all glass.  The dual shower heads are directly opposite the door.
They have multiple settings (everything from tropical rainstorm to Korean
massage) and they're on extremely flexible necks so that you can angle them
almost anywhere.  Finally, there's a granite shelf all around the shower
except for the door that's deep enough to use for a seat or to lie down on
if you really want to get steamy.  It's amazing to go in there solo, but
it's more fun with two.

"Kyle you're-ugh-you're going to have to stand-ugh-stand up so we can get
in the-FUCK-the shower."  Damn that boy!  He just kept on jerking my dick,
every once in a while bringing first one hand and then the other to his
mouth to lick off my precum.  We were definitely going to be late if I
didn't do something.

I reached down and slapped his hands away from cock, then reached further
and grabbed him by his fuck tool, the twin of my own.  Grasping lightly, I
used it to tug him to his feet and pulled him into the shower after me.  He
followed willingly enough, but I don't know what else he would do with me
leading him by the dick.  Once we got in the shower, though, he pressed
into me so that I had no choice but to keep backing up.  I felt my back hit
the cool tile wall between the controls.

Kyle slid his hands up from my hips where he had used them to steer me to
begin rubbing my pecks and tweaking my erect nipples. He moved so that our
dicks were touching.  Side by side in the steamy light their sameness was
stunning.  Both were the same length, rose at the same beautiful angle, and
both had slightly flaring, perfectly proportioned mushroom heads.

I opened the hand I still had around Kyle's dick just enough so that I
could grab my own too, slowly jerking both our cocks up and down.  I
brought my other hand up behind my twin brother's head and twined my
fingers in his short blonde hair as he pressed his lips to mine and kissed
me deeply.  Not much water was getting on us, but the steam was causing us
both to break out in a sweat.  Our bodies glistened.

"Fuck, Caleb, you're so fucking hot bro," he moaned into my mouth.  "I want
you to fuck me right now.  You know how I get in the morning if you don't
pound my ass.  I need your cream up my hole for the rest of the day or it
just isn't going to go well.  Please dude?  Please?"

By now both our dicks were leaking streams of precum and my fist was flying
over our knobs.  I had abandoned any sort of strategy and was wanking for
all I was worth.  Before I could reply, Kyle pushed open my mouth and drove
his tongue deep while his fingers tweaked my nipples.  I groaned against my
twin brother, loving his attention and wanting this to last as long as
possible, but I knew we had to move fast.  I wanted to fuck him as much as
he wanted me to, but we didn't really have time to do it right.

I broke our kiss and pushed him away slightly and into the streams of water
from the shower.  My fingers stroked his six pack while I slowed down the
hand masturbating our dicks.  He just stood there, making puppy eyes at me
while the water cascaded over his toned, smooth, hairless teen body.  Fuck
he was hot.

"Dude we have like 5 minutes to finish this shower, get ready, and go
downstairs.  There's not enough time."

"Yeah there is, Caleb.  You don't have to make it a marathon session.  I
need your cock.  I need it.  I need you to breed me before school!  Come
on, bro, I need your dick up my ass!  FUCK ME!"

I couldn't take it anymore.  I wanted him so badly.  I needed to fuck him
hard and I made up my mind.

Growling low in my throat, I pushed him away from me and spun him around so
his back was to me.

"Dude, wha-" was all he had time to get out.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle! Bend over, put your hands on the FUCKING door, and
hold on."

He did as he was told, reaching up to grab the top of the door and resting
his cheek on the cool glass as he turned his head to look back at me
imploringly.  He pushed his ass out toward me so that his dick didn't rub
against the door.  I wasted no time.

I was plenty wet enough, what with precum from both our cocks sliming my
pole, but I didn't want to hurt him too badly.  Holding onto his ass with
my left hand, I reached around with my right to gather more of Kyle's boy
juice.  I gave him a couple of dick head swirls to get him going and
watched his ass twitch, his boy hole winking at me as it opened and closed
with his desire.  Once I felt his lube coating my fingers nice and thick, I
brought them under his taint and rubbed them over his rosebud.  I started
with one, then two, and finally three fingers working his own precum deep
into his ass and opening him up for my dick.

He was as ready as he was going to be.  I took my fingers out and moved to
grab his hairless, smooth ass with that hand too.  I took aim.

"You ready baby?" I whispered into his ear.

"Just fuck me already!" he yelled back.

I leaned forward to bite his earlobe as I drove 7 inches of throbbing twin
teenage meat into his ass in one hard thrust.

"FUCK CALEB!" He rose up on his tiptoes, forehead pressed against the
glass, hands white knuckled as they gripped the top.  I could see the door
vibrating from his hold.  "HOLY SHIT!"

I didn't give him another chance to adjust.  Fuck he was tight, and he was
clamping down on my dick fiercely.  Continuing to nibble his earlobe, I
just held on to his hips and began to plow his tunnel. I had a job of work
to do and not much time to do it. I was going to fuck him hard, fast, and
deep.

Kyle was ragged, delirious under the assault of my twin tool up his fuck
chute.  I just kept hammering him over and over, concentrating on flaring
my dick head as it ran over the hardness of his prostate every thrust- and
I could tell I was doing a good job.  A clear river of precum was running
down the shower door from where it was pulsing out of his slit in time to
my thrusts.  Each time I thrust forward a spurt of his boy juice would leap
out of his dick to join the channel down the door. His chin was almost
buried in his chest and his moans degenerated into wordless grunts and
pants.  I began to alternate biting his earlobe with sticking my tongue
into his ear.  Every time I did that he would squeal, his voice would
crack, and then he would shiver almost uncontrollably.

When I started to slow down and long dick him he roused from his sexual
haze to urge me on. "Fuck Caleb-UNGH-pound me bro-UNGH-I need you to breed
me-UNGH-fuck me hard-UNGH-HARDER!Ó

I abandoned the long dicking and went back to brutal, animal thrusts;
watching as my penis disappeared up his ass. He put his face back against
the glass and abandoned himself to the pleasure tearing through him.

At one point I looked up and caught site of our reflections in the mirror
on the wall.  I could make out Kyle's face pressed against the glass of the
door with his eyes closed and his mouth open in bliss. The pink circles of
his nipple stood out pressed against the door, and the tip of his cock
would smash into the door every time I pounded him.

I could see myself behind him, fucking him for all I was worth.  I looked
like Kyle's mirror image, slightly darker and shadowy because of the steam,
looming behind him and plowing him deep.  I let go of his hips briefly to
wipe away some of the condensation and Kyle again stirred from the fog of
his ecstasy.  He lifted his head and our matching green eyes met in the
mirror and locked onto each other.

His face was covered in sweat and condensed steam, and the muscles in his
jaw clenched and relaxed as he accepted my pounding rod.  His forehead was
creased in concentration and the tip of his tongue was hanging out.  When
we made eye contact in the mirror, even with all 7 inches of my dick buried
up his ass, I could see his love for me reflected in his gaze and he smiled
with boyish charm.

His grunts and moans coupled with his sexy smile as I fucked him as hard as
I could pushed me over the edge.  It was too much.

"Oh fuck Kyle-fuck dude-I'm cumming in your ass!  I'm fucking breeding you
bro!  TAKE MY TWIN JIZZ!"  I drove home with one last thrust and plunged my
dick as deep as I could.  Kyle arched his back and pressed back against me,
clenching his ass around my cock and milking me.  I felt my seed race up my
dick and explode out into my twin brother, pulsing rapidly.  That triggered
another eruption.

"Caleb-fuck me-fuck me-FUCK ME-OH SHIT!" With a high pitched groan I felt
Kyle's ass begin to twitch as his own orgasm shook him, brought on by the
strength of my cum blasting his prostate and coating his insides.  His
matching load shot out all over the glass door and turned the whole lower
half of it milky white.

I continued thrusting into Kyle with quick rabbit fucks and worked my
pelvic muscles to try and force as much of my cream as deep into him as I
could.  Once I felt his ass start to relax again after his orgasm slowed, I
drew my dick out and turned him around.  He looked back at me, his face
flushed and green eyes sparkling, blonde hair wet and dripping, but with
the biggest smile on his face.

I watched him as he reached behind to his ass and gathered some of my load
dripping out, then to his own cock as he milked the last drops of his own
jizz into his hand. He swirled the two together, blending our identical
genetic building blocks before bringing the mixture to his mouth and
sucking it onto his tongue. I could tell he didn't swallow, but instead
closed his eyes and leaned forward.

I met his lips with mine and opened my mouth as his tongue thrust our sperm
into me. I gently sucked it in from him.  We stood there under the water,
arms wrapped around each other and eyes closed as we passed the mixture
back and forth- each swallowing a little here and there until it was all
gone. Finally, we opened our eyes and Kyle smiled at me.

"Thanks dude," he said.  "That was just what I needed, but now we need to
get going!"

I couldn't agree more.  We quickly finished the rest of our shower,
shampooing and soaping each other up (we almost never actually washed our
own bodies except in public) while paying particular attention to genitals
and Kyle's anal region.  He tried to hold as much of my jizz in his hole as
he could for as long as he could, but eventually it started to dribble out.
It went down the drain like everything else.  Just as we were about to turn
the shower off we heard knocking on the door to our bathroom from the boy
cave.  Oh shit.

I turned the water off and yelled "What?" into the silence.

"You guys better hurry up in there," Justin's scratchy adolescent voice
called back.  "It's 7:25.  We need to leave in about 25 minutes and Dad is
pissed that you're late.  If I were you, I'd stop messing around and get
your butts downstairs." He paused. "Are you both in the shower at the same
time?"

Shit. Thinking quickly, I responded as best I could. "Dude we're not
together. I'm in the shower and Kyle is in the whirlpool- get your mind out
of the gutter. But um yeah.  Thanks Justin.  We're almost ready!" Messing
around?  Had he been listening as I was pounding Kyle? After his peeping
last night I wouldn't put it past him.  Kyle and I exchanged glances and he
shrugged. Nothing to do about it right now.

We quickly got out of the shower, toweled off, and went back to our room to
change.  James, Kyle, and I go to the same all boys private prep school. It
serves K-12 and it has a uniform, so deciding what to wear was easy.  We
both put on khaki pants, white button-down shirts, our red and blue striped
ties, and picked up our blazers before brushing our teeth in the bathroom.

"Fuck man," Kyle said, "I still need to do my hair."

"No time for that, fool."  Sudden inspiration gripped me and I grinned.
"Wait a sec.  Stay there!"

I spun away from the mirror and darted back to the shower.  I looked at the
shower door and smiled again as I bent down to scoop up some of my
brother's load from earlier.  It was still warm.

I ran it back to him.  "Here, dude.  I dare you to put your cum in your
hair as gel!"

He looked at my palm for second and then nodded quickly before turning
around to face the mirror.  "Just rub it in my hair and I'll do the rest!"

I obliged him, and we giggled to each other as he mussed up his hair and
styled it with his cum.  Fuck that was hot! I leaned toward him and could
smell the musk of his jizz mixed with our shampoo.  It was a pungent
reminder of what we'd just done in the shower, and I felt my cock twitch in
response.  I couldn't help myself.  I stuck one finger with some of his cum
still on it in my mouth and sucked it as I watched Kyle finish doing his
hair. Damn he was cute.

Eventually he dropped both hands to his side and tilted his head. His eyes
sought mine out in the mirror, and a half grin appeared on his face. "What
do you think, bro?"

"You look hot, dude.  Now lets go."  We shut off the lights and walked
downstairs for breakfast.

When we got downstairs both my dad and James were there. James looked up as
we walked in and smiled at me in an all too knowing manner before shaking
his head and going back to reading the cartoon section of the newspaper. He
had a plate with a couple of fried eggs and toast in front of him, and Dad
was behind the center island with the burners going and another skillet
full of eggs and hash browns ready to go.

"Took you boys long enough to get ready this morning. You guys want eggs?
I'm doing over-medium right now. If you want some toast it's about to come
out of the toaster."

Kyle and I made our way toward the table and took our seats. I just shook
my head in response to my father's question, but Kyle said he wanted three
eggs.  "Need to keep my strength up!" he said, and flashed me a smile as we
made eye contact.  I giggled and stood up to get myself some cereal.

James looked up from his comics and laughed when Kyle ordered his
eggs. "Need to keep your strength up, huh? Been working out a lot? I
thought that might be the case."

I paused halfway out of my seat and quickly exchanged looks with Kyle. What
did that mean?

"Yeah man. Coach has been working us hard the last couple of days at
practice. We've been doing lots of aerobic endurance sets in the water
followed by lots of explosive power in dryland- not really my thing!" Kyle
replied.

"Aerobic endurance and explosive power. Is that done with a partner? Sounds
exactly like what you need!" James replied. He smiled at Kyle before taking
a bite of eggs and returning to the comics.

I shrugged at Kyle again and went to the pantry to get the Corn Pops. I
returned to the table just as Dad brought Kyle his eggs, hashbrowns, and
some toast.  After putting the plate in front of him, he grabbed a cup of
coffee and made a plate for himself before taking his seat.

He forked some eggs on his toast, then looked up and said, "I know we
talked about this last night, and I feel comfortable with you boys being
here alone. Are you still up for it? It's not too late for me to call your
Aunt."

"Yeah, Dad." James said.  "We're definitely up for it- no worries!"

"Good," he nodded, and took a bite of eggs and toast. After chewing a bit
he continued. "I put a list of emergency contact numbers over by the phone
in case you need to reach me and a list of chores that need to get
done. There's also an envelope with some cash, and James you have a copy of
my ATM card if you need more, and a copy of my credit card. I expect you
boys to be responsible in how you use the money. I'll be looking very
closely at the bills, and anything I think looks unnecessary will be coming
out of your next allowance. Do we understand each other?"

He paused as all three of us nodded our understanding.

"Good. Then there shouldn't be any problems.  Are you boys all set for the
afternoon? Have all the rides and everything figured out?"

"I think so," I said. "Kyle and Justin and I just have swim practice this
afternoon, but it's not until 5:30, so as long as we can get a ride home
with James right after school we should be good. He can pick us up after
his soccer practice and take us."

Dad nodded. "Does that work, James?"

"Yup. That's what I was thinking. I also planned out Friday and the weekend
too, so we're good to go. I'll check with Johnny today at school to make
sure we're covered just in case. We texted last night and I think we have
everything worked out, but I'll double check."

I rolled my eyes. I knew James would have it all planned out.

"Super.  I'll be heading in to the office to pick up some paperwork and
take care of a few things before my flight leaves around 11:30 or so. Right
now I'm scheduled to return late Tuesday night. The Firm will send a car so
we don't need to worry about that, but I'll keep you boys informed of any
changes. Now, where's your brother?  He was supposed to be back down here
before we left."

"He never came back down after you asked him to check on the twins," James
responded. "Do you want me to go get him?"

"No- you're still eating and it's getting cold." My dad looked over at
me. "You're almost done and you're eating cereal anyway. Go check on your
brother, would you? Tell him you need to leave in about 15 minutes."

I looked down at my bowl and shrugged. Almost done anyway.  I finished the
rest of my bowl, washed it in the sink and put it in the dishwasher before
heading upstairs.

I was lost in my own thoughts as I made my way towards Justin's room. Had
he heard us this morning in the shower? Was that really his spunk that I
licked off our bathroom floor earlier? Does that mean he was watching Kyle
and me last night? If so, was it the first time he had spied on us, or was
it something he did frequently? And what about James? Was there a double
meaning in his words to Kyle this morning? Had he really given me something
of an invitation last week, or was I just letting my lust and hormones get
the better of me? And Kyle. It felt so good to know that he loves me as
much as I love him- maybe more. But most importantly, what the fuck were we
going to do with a whole week with no parent? How much Fun could we have?
The possibilities had my head spinning.

All of which is to say I suppose it's understandable why I didn't give much
thought to knocking when I finally reached Justin's closed door; and it
helps to explain why I didn't take the time to put a name to the sounds
that I could hear faintly emanating from within. If I had been more alert,
I would have realized that I was hearing the sounds of a teenage boy
pleasuring himself, I probably would have at least knocked, and things
might have turned out differently.

But I wasn't paying attention, and I didn't knock.  Instead, I turned the
handle, pushed the door open, and started to step into the room.

"Hey little bro, Dad wanted me to-" I managed to get out before my eyes
found Justin and I processed what I was seeing. "Oh shit!"

"Jesus Christ, Caleb!" Justin practically screamed. "When the hell did you
forget how to knock?"

I didn't reply right away: I was too caught up staring at the sight before
me.

My thirteen-year-old brother was lying on his back on his bed with his head
propped up on some pillows. His legs were spread about shoulder width apart
and bent at about a 30 degree angle with his socked feet pressed to the
comforter.

He was wearing our prep school uniform, but his white briefs and khakis
were pushed down around his ankles, the top two buttons of his white dress
shirt were undone with the shirt itself pulled up to bare his midriff, and
the knot of his tie (casual to begin with) was loosened slightly around his
neck with the excess thrown over his left shoulder.

He was holding what looked like a yellowed old t-shirt in his left hand so
that it covered his groin.  Even from where I was standing I could see his
obvious erection poorly hidden beneath it.  His short brown hair was mussed
into something like his usual faux hawk, and his cheeks were flushed
crimson like they do when he's embarrassed or exhilarated. His grey eyes
were locked on me and widened with fear.

Holy shit. I just walked in on my little brother jerking himself off, and I
had caught him almost literally red-handed. Even though I had just fucked
Kyle, I felt my dick lurch in my pants and a spurt of residual precum from
our earlier session oozed out.

I did my best to keep my face impassive and, without breaking eye contact,
I reached behind me and closed the door. Still without looking, I felt for
the button on the handle that engaged the lock. I pressed it firmly and
heard the "click," then leaned back against the door and crossed my arms
over my chest.

Justin kept his eyes on mine, but his expression moved from outrage,
through embarrassment, to confusion as he saw me close and lock the door.

"Well, Caleb?  What the heck do you want? What's so important that you
barged in here without knocking, and now you're just standing there staring
at me?"

I still didn't say anything or make any facial expressions.  I was trying
to decide how to proceed. What does one do in a situation like this?

Justin hadn't moved since I closed the door or made any other attempts to
cover himself or disguise what he had been doing, but he seemed to grow
increasingly nervous with my silence.

I took the opportunity to study him, letting my gaze wander up and down his
body. Eventually my eyes came to rest on the t-shirt he still held over his
now deflated dick.  It looked vaguely familiar.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat before trying again to get me to
speak.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's really not what it looks like."

I didn't bother responding. Did he think I was stupid?

"Okay, well maybe it is. But I mean, come on. We're both guys here and it's
really not that bad.  I mean, in health class they say that, like, all boys
do it. All boys try it at least once, and some boys do it a lot. Like even
other boys in my class!" A tremble had entered his voice, and it broke at
the end when he mentioned other boys.

I smiled at his earnestness. God I remembered how awkward I could be at
thirteen, with a voice (and penis) that I couldn't control. I would have
been mortified if James or my dad had walked in on me jerking off, let
alone if they had witnessed anything Kyle and did for Fun.

All things considered, I grudgingly gave Justin credit for keeping his
composure. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity as payback for
spying on us, but I wasn't sure. What to do?

He licked his lips again.

"Besides," he said. "I know you and Kyle do it too."

This was the opening I had been waiting for. I thought for a second before
responding.

"Is that so?" I asked softly. "How?"

He gulped.  "What do you mean?"

"You said you know that me and Kyle do it too.  How do you know that?"

He looked away, but I decided to press him. I wasn't going to let him get
away now, especially when this was such a perfect opportunity to get some
answers.

I slowly walked across his room, deftly avoiding various discarded pairs of
briefs, socks, and other dirty clothing. Kyle and I tend to keep our room
relatively neat, but Justin wasn't nearly so pristine. In addition to the
dirty clothes on the floor I could see there were more in his attached
bathroom, books were out on his desk, his box of video games was spilled
over the bookshelf near his TV, and I nearly stepped on his iPod Touch and
headphones. There was a tangy smell in the air that I immediately described
to myself as "horny teenage boy," and my dick continued to swell.

Eventually I came to where he was lying down on the bed and stopped
directly over him. We locked eyes again, and I heard some of my anger and
frustration enter my voice as I made the accusation.

"Is that because you spy on us?"

I could see right away that it was true, of course. It had been him. He
opened his mouth to deny it, but then closed it without saying
anything. Now he was the one who had gone silent.

"Is that because you were listening to us in the shower this morning? Is
that because you were kneeling on our bathroom floor last night, watching
us? What were you doing there? Were you doing the same thing then that you
were doing when I walked in?"

While my voice had started soft to begin, I was practically shouting by the
end. I felt I had caught the sneaky little fucker at his own game and was
going to make him pay a price.

He swallowed and then seemed to make a decision.

"Yeah- except I wasn't spying," he mumbled. He could't quite make his eyes
meet mine before continuing. "Well, not exactly.  I mean, I guess I
was. But I- I was just- I just wanted to see what it's like when you guys
do it because my teacher said all guys do it, and I wasn't sure if I was
doing it right or wrong, or if there was something else I should be doing,"
he finally raised his eyes to mine, "and I had already seen James and Dad
doing it, and-"

I reached out and grabbed the knee closet to me when he said he had seen
James and Dad masturbating. His skin was incredibly smooth and hot, and he
jumped when I touched him.

"You WHAT?"

He grey eyes focused on my hand on his knee as he replied.

"Yeah. I- like with you and Kyle. I wanted to see if they did it too and,
if they did, how they did it." He kept looking at my hand on his
knee. Glancing down, I could see the t-shirt over his dick start to rise as
he got over his earlier nervousness and blood again rushed to fill his
boyhood. Talking about dudes and jerking off, and having me touch him,
seemed to have an effect.

He cleared his throat. "I've seen James do it a lot. Not as much as you
two, but a lot. Dad too. Not as much as us, and he can be kind of sneaky,
but I've seen him too."

He brought his eyes back up to mine and his mouth broke into a boyish
grin. "But I like watching you and Kyle best. Watching you guys
together. It's one thing to watch James or Dad, but it's only them. You two
almost always do stuff together. I get the weirdest feeling when I watch
boys do-" he paused. "What do you call it? Mastercrate?"

I laughed softly and immediately made up my mind about how to
proceed. After hearing him talk, and thinking back to how I felt at his
age, it was pretty obvious that he was just curious and confused, and
didn't know how to proceed.

You see, Justin is like that. He's insatiably curious, and if he doesn't
know something he'll do whatever it takes to figure it out. Perhaps this
was a situation where he didn't feel comfortable asking somebody, or if he
did he either didn't like or didn't understand the answers he got, and so
he did the only thing he could think of: he spied on the four other males
in his house. It made a kind of sense, I suppose.

What he needed right now wasn't somebody to yell at him for being an idiot
and sneaking around when he should have just asked, or to laugh at him for
the way he was feeling and the things he was thinking. What he needed was
an older brother to answer whatever questions he might have, assure him
there was nothing wrong with what he was feeling or doing, and maybe (I
prayed to myself) show him the ropes.

I smiled down at him.

"No man, masturbate," I corrected. "It's called masturbating.  There are
lots of words for it though. Jack off, jerk off, beat off, whack off. You
get the idea."

He nodded and grinned at me again.

"Yeah okay. Masturbate. I think that's the word my teacher used. Anyway, I
get this feeling in my stomach, and my penis gets really hard, and I can't
help myself. I feel like I have to masturbate too." He paused again before
continuing, and I saw his eyes flick down to my hand on his knee and then
to his crotch, and finally to the obvious bulge in my own pants before
coming back to my face.

"Even talking about it makes me stiff, and thinking about you and Kyle, and
this morning, and- I had to- jack off?- right away. After I talked to you
about getting ready I ran to my room and started." He let out a nervous
giggle. "I guess I was in such a hurry that I forgot to lock the door."

As Justin was telling me this I sat down next to him on the bed and leaned
slightly against his right leg as I turned to face him. I slid my hand
gently down from his knee along the smooth, soft skin of his lower leg,
over his bunched trousers and briefs, and let it rest on his socked foot. I
looked down at the t-shirt covering his crotch and saw a clear tenting in
the fabric where his little dick was standing hard at attention. I felt a
wave of desire rush through me and my own cock was responding.

Then I looked harder at the shirt itself and realized it was indeed
familiar. It was one of Kyle's old white logo T's. I think the last time he
had worn it was when we were doing yard work. Dad had asked us to weed the
vegetable garden and then help spread the mulch he ordered in the flower
beds. Justin had shoveled the mulch while James, my dad, Kyle and I wheeled
it around the yard and spread it where needed.

It had been a brutally hot day, and we were all sweating like pigs. Kyle
and I had been wearing matching t-shirts that we got at a swim meet a
couple years previously. They were about two sizes too small by that point
and skin tight. Within around two hours the shirts soaked clear though with
our perspiration and we stripped them off to continue bare chested. I had
put mine in the garage, but Kyle had simply thrown his down near the mulch
pile.

We couldn't find it when we finished, and now I knew why. It had already
looked a little rough that day in the sun, and Kyle's sweat had permeated
the whole thing, but now it was yellow and crusty all over. There looked to
be a couple of damp areas where recent loads were soaked up. Apparently
this was Justin's cum rag.

My cock was already hard, but added to hearing about him spying on James
and Dad while they masturbated and realizing he was at the least turned on
by watching other boys jack off and probably gay, discovering my little bro
used my twin's sweat-soaked dirty t-shirt as a cum rag had me aching. A wet
spot was forming in my school pants.

There was no way this thing was going to fix itself, and I couldn't go to
school like this. From the looks of it, Justin was in a similar
situation. I glanced at the clock on his nightstand. We had 10
minutes. Plenty of time, and if it worked, Kyle and I would have another
partner in Fun this week.

I cleared my throat before continuing.

"Listen, buddy. It's perfectly natural to jerk off. It's true that a lot of
dudes do it, and it's also perfectly normal to like watching other guys
jerk off. That feeling you get is called being horny, and it happens all
the time. Sometimes it happens when you're not even watching someone else
or thinking about anything!  All of a sudden you'll just spring wood!  So
don't worry if you look at a boy, or a girl for that matter, feel horny,
and want to jack off. I get horny constantly, and so does Kyle, and you're
right. We masturbate A LOT."

I paused and looked down at his lap again. God his little dick was so
hard. I could see the t-shirt twitch each time his boystick throbbed.

"But there are other things you can do when you're horny and hard instead
of jerk off."

His face had turned serious while I was talking about horniness and
erections, and I could tell that he was soaking up my every word, but here
he nodded impatiently as if trying to move me along past things he thought
he already knew.

"You mean things like you and Kyle do. Last night it looked like he put his
penis up your butt and you put yours in his mouth!" he said proudly.

I winced slightly at the description, but nodded just the same.

"Yeah. Those are called fucking and sucking. You can do them when you're
with other people, and they're horny too. They feel really good when you're
doing them- much better than just jacking off- and they feel even better
when you orgasm and cum. That's when the white stuff comes out of your dick
at the end."

I paused again. The next part would be tricky.

"Kyle and I do them to help each other out when we're both hard and
horny. Doing them together is a special way to prove that you really like
the other person and they like you. We call them having Fun."

Justin looked down at my pants and saw the giant wet spot forming above the
outline of my erect fifteen-year-old dick straining against the fabric. I
could tell he was turning over everything I had said.

He kept his eyes on my cock as he asked me softly:

"Do you- do you like me, Caleb?"

I smiled. He was mine.

"Yeah, bro. Of course I like you. I more than like you.  I love you,
Justin.  You're my little brother, and I'll always love you no matter
what. I want you to know that you're never alone, and you can always ask me
anything you want. I'll always be here for you, and I know Kyle and James
are too.  We're brothers: it's what we do."

Justin's eyes lit up and he smiled the biggest smile I'd ever seen. Before
I knew what was happening, he kicked off his pants and briefs, sat up,
climbed into my lap, and threw his arms and legs around me in a giant hug.

"Ooph! Justin, you're not 8 any more dude!"

He put his head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. He had tossed his
cum rag on the bed when he climbed into my lap, and I could feel his hard
dick pressing into my shirt

"Thanks, Caleb," he whispered. "I love you too."

I sighed and hugged him back. The feeling of his body against mine was
amazing. I hadn't held him like this in a long time, and I was enjoying the
sensation of his tight, hard muscles under my hands. He was obviously
smaller than me, and we fit together in a different way than when I hugged
Kyle. While he wasn't really that small, the size difference made me feel
bigger, older somehow. It made me feel protective of my little brother.

The smell of his shampoo and deodorant filled my nose, mixed with a touch
of clean perspiration and something I could only describe as the essence of
boy. It was intoxicating, and my cock jumped in response.

Justin turned his head toward my face and giggled.

"Jeez Caleb! Was that your penis I just felt against my butt?"

"Yeah bro- sorry about that, but I'm really horny right now."

He smiled up at me shyly, and then quietly asked the question I'd been
hoping for.

"Do you think-maybe, since we both like each other, and we're both hard and
horny-we could have some Fun?"

I brought my left hand up and fingered his earlobe before sliding it down
his smooth cheek and placing it over his lips. I could feel his breath, hot
and moist, as he parted his lips slightly.

"Sure, little dude. But we don't have much time. Here, lay back for me."

I turned slightly as Justin unwrapped himself from around me and gently let
him fall back against the bed. His shirt was now covering his chest and
abs, but without his cum rag and pants I could see his entire lower body. I
drank in the sight of his smooth, hairless legs glowing in the lights, and
my eyes traced the line of his muscles leading up to his boy cock.

There it was, standing up hard and tight against his belly. The head was
wet with Justin's pubescent ball snot, and some had dripped down the shaft
and pooled in his nut sack, which was tight against the base of his
dick. It looked to be about 5 inches and cut, a respectable size for his
age I thought, and absolutely beautiful. I looked for signs of pubic hair
of any kind, but there were none. He was totally smooth- not a strand to be
seen anywhere.

He looked up at me with hunger and lust on his cute little face, but there
was also a hint of uncertainty. He was almost naked in front of me, and
probably feeling a little self-conscious.

I smiled at him reassuringly.

"Damn little dude, you are one hot kid. Just relax and let me do this for
you."

I reached down to where his shirt rested against his belly and started
undoing the buttons. I worked my way quickly up his shirt until it was
entirely open.

"Sit up for a sec and take it off."

He started to take his tie off first, but I stopped him.

"No, leave the tie on. We don't have much time and it will take you forever
to tie it again. Just slide your shirt off."

He did, and just let it fall behind him on the bed before lying back down
with his arms up and behind his head. The pose highlighted his defined
upper arms and shoulders, and I could see that his armpits were also
completely devoid of body hair. I resisted the urge to lick them.

While Justin was slipping out of his shirt I took the chance to quickly
loosen my own tie and threw it over my shoulder so it wouldn't get in the
way. I then unbuckled my pants and kicked them off. After our hot shower
incident this morning, Kyle and I had both decided to freeball (which
partially explained the size of the wet spot on my pants), and as soon as
my khakis dropped low enough my cock sprang out and thwacked against my
stomach. I saw that Justin couldn't keep his eyes off it.

"Jeez, Caleb. You have a huge penis!"

I chuckled.

"Thanks little dude, but I think one day yours will be bigger- it's looking
pretty big right now!"

He beamed another high wattage smile at me.

Justin was completely nude except for his dress socks and our school tie,
which was still loosely knotted, but now the excess fell straight down the
middle of his chest with the tip just above his dick. He looked hot as
fuck, and I couldn't resist any longer. I had to touch him.

I reached up and caressed his pecks. He had the smoothest skin I had ever
felt- it was like silk or velvet, and so warm to the touch.  I slid my
hands down over the hard little nuggets of his now exposed abdominal
muscles and felt them ripple as I passed, flexing as his body instinctively
clenched in response to my touch.

"Fuck Justin. You are so fucking hot bro."

He squirmed nervously under my fingers.

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course dude! You're going to be fighting the chicks off here soon, if
you aren't already."

He made a face.

"Girls are okay, but I think I like boys better."

I just smiled at that and checked the clock again. 7 minutes. We needed to
get going.

"We'll see. Put your tie over your shoulder like mine, then try to relax
and enjoy this."

I bent down and pressed my mouth against his right nipple. It was hard
against my lips, and I flicked it with my tongue before sucking it into my
mouth.

Justin gasped and moaned, and his hips thrust up involuntarily.

I continued to suck his nipple while I reached up with my hand and tweaked
his other one. When they were both good and hard, I kept playing with his
left nipple while I ran the underside of my tongue down his chest and over
his abs until I arrived at the expanse of skin just above his dick. I
paused to look up at Justin's face just in time to see him open his eyes
and look down at me.

"What are you going to do, Caleb?"

"Shhhh baby. Like I said, just relax and enjoy this."

I brought my left hand to my mouth and slopped as much spit as I could onto
my index finger. Then I dipped it down near Justin's dick and tried to
collect some of his precum.

"Spread your legs a bit more little dude.  It might feel a little weird at
first, but trust me. You're going to love this."

I could tell Justin was still a little apprehensive, but he just nodded and
flashed me a brave smile.

"Okay Caleb."

"Good boy."

I dipped my head again and this time my hand followed. I slipped it under
his ball sack and skirted his taint, deftly navigating to where I thought
his boy pussy would be. I had to probe a little farther back and to the
right, but I quickly found the opening to his boy chute. I positioned my
finger just outside the entrance of his hole and put my mouth barely above
his cock. I opened my mouth and breathed on his dick head.

"Oh God Caleb!" he whispered. "That feels so good!"

Just as I had hoped, his hips instinctively drove his boy stick toward what
it had registered as a warm, moist orifice, and I pushed my tongue out as
his dick head entered my mouth.  Simultaneously, I circled his cherry with
my finger and spread as much of my spit and his precum as I could.

"Ugh Caleb. Crap bro- my dick is in your mouth! Suck me dude! Ughhhhh" his
adolescent voice sounded like it was on a roller coaster- breaking and
reforming before shattering again, moving from high to deep and back.

Once again, I paused with the head of his dick in my moth as my circling
finger came to rest on his rosebud. He felt ready, but I needed more
lube. I reached down to my own throbbing cock and collected some of the
fluid that was dripping out of my slit. I brought it back to Justin's ass
and prepared myself.

In one motion, I deep throated Justin's 5 inch teen cock and pushed my
finger inside his virgin hole.

The reaction was instantaneous. Justin literally screamed in ecstasy, and
threw his head back. His eyes clamped shut and his toes curled. I felt his
balls churn and release his load to be carried up his dick out into my
throat.

The first blast exploded down my trachea before I backed his cock up so
that the head was resting just on the other side of my teeth on the soft
pad of my tongue. The next 6 pulses all hit the roof of my mouth and let me
savor the flavor of my thirteen-year-old brother's sperm as it coursed into
my hungry mouth.

It was everything I remembered from the sample earlier in the day: it was
incredibly light and viscous, with little mass behind it. It was the
embodiment of adolescence: young, vibrant, new, innocent, brash, and, above
all, sweet.  In fact, the sweetness and energy hinted at in the cold semen
on the floor of our bathroom were no match for the perfect, hot blend of
boy blasting into my mouth in those seconds. It was like drinking the
nectar of the gods: delicious beyond anything I had ever tasted and
invigorating in a way I hadn't experienced since drinking Kyle's cum when
we were Justin's age. I was hooked.

When his dick finally stopped pulsing I swirled my tongue around the head
before letting it escape from my lips with a plop. I slowly withdrew my
finger from Justin's hairless ass and brought it to my mouth.

Justin opened his eyes and watched me as I put the finger coated in our
precum and his ass juice in my mouth and sucked it dry. He was still coming
down off his orgasm and needed to take a couple of deep breaths.

While he was still watching me with sex-glazed eyes, I reached over his lap
and retrieved Kyle's shirt. I spread it out on Justin's abdomen, then stood
up and grabbed hold of my dick.

Justin's eyes held mine as I furiously beat off over his naked body. It
wasn't going to take very long, and I think he could sense it. As I felt my
orgasm approaching I leaned onto the bed and put my dick right over
Justin's stomach on top of his cumrag. I let my chin drop to my chest and
started to moan.

What Justin did next shocked the hell out of me. I felt my little brother
reach up and start to play with my balls with his right hand while he
picked up the t-shirt and put it off to the side again.

"I want you to cum on me, Caleb," he whispered.

"Oh fuck Justin! Play with my balls bro. You want my jizz? Here it is!"

Even with fucking Kyle that morning the load I shot out all over my little
brother did me credit. The first rope hit his chin, the second and third
his pecs, before the rest coated his stomach. Finally, my fist slowed down
and I squeezed the final drops out and let them fall on Justin's mostly
soft dick head. Then I bent down and licked them off.

He must have still been really sensitive, because immediately I heard a
sharp intake of breath and his hand curled in my hair. I finished licking
and then looked up at his face. He smiled down at me.

"Jeez Caleb," he said. "That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life!"

I returned his smile with one of my own.

"Thanks, bro. It certainly sounded and tasted like you enjoyed it! That's
what Fun is all about."

He nodded, then hesitantly asked, "When I watched you and Kyle-fuck?- last
night you guys kissed all the time. Would you- would you mind- kissing me?
I've never done it before though. What do I do?"

I grinned at him.

"Here. Just close your eyes and do what comes naturally. I'm going to put
my lips on yours. Try to follow my lead."

Without another word I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips
to Justin's.

I could taste the peppermint of his toothpaste and feel the incredible
texture of his lips as our mouths connected. Justin moaned against my
mouth, and I took the opportunity to probe his lips with my tongue. He did
the same, and when I pressed forward toward the opening between our lips
the tip of my tongue ran into his. Immediately Justin shoved his tongue
forward and into my mouth, and I sucked on it hungrily. I decided to see
how much he was into this and pushed a little bit of his load that I had
kept into his mouth. It took him a second to realize what I was doing, but
he caught on quickly and, instead of pressing his tongue into my mouth,
reversed direction and waited for me to push mine, and the remnants of his
teenage jizz, into his waiting mouth.

Eventually he broke our kiss and opened his eyes to look up at me. I knew
what he wanted.

I started at his cock and worked my way up, sucking all of my cum that
coated his body into my mouth and then transferring it to his. Each time I
had enough, I would put my lips over Justin's and his tongue would dart in,
probing and scooping aggressively. We continued this way until I had
cleaned most of my jizz up off his body. Finally, I reached over for Kyle's
t-shirt and used it clean up the rest.

I looked over at the clock. 2 minutes left- we needed to move.

I lightly kissed Justin one more time, the whispered, "Little Dude we need
to get going. Get your clothes back on and let's go downstairs."

Justin smiled and nodded, and started putting his things back on. We each
dressed hurriedly, straightened our ties and blazers as best we could, and
raked our fingers through our hair. I started to follow Justin out of his
room, but he paused with his hand on the door knob and turned back to look
at me.

"Thanks for teaching me about Fun, Caleb. It was really great! And thanks
for being a great older brother."

I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair one more time.

"No worries, bro. We'll talk more about it later and, if you want, maybe
Kyle can play too."

"Sweet!"

As we were coming down the staircase we almost ran into James and all three
of us stopped abruptly. He gave us both sharp looks.

"Dad sent me up to get you two but I guess you're finally on the way down."
He paused, and his eyes passed back and forth between the two of
us. Justin's cheeks were still red, and I felt my own blush rising as James
continued to inspect us.

"Justin, go get your backpack and head out to the car. I need to talk to
Caleb for a sec."

Justin exchanged glances with me, shrugged, then flashed a smile at James
and went on his way.

James and I both watched him leave, and I could have sworn I saw him wiggle
his ass as he made his way down the stairs toward the kitchen.

Finally James looked back at me. He fingered the corner of his lips with
his right hand and grinned at me.

"You have something right there."

Shit! I still had some cum on my lips, and James saw it!

I started to reach up to wipe it on the back of my hand, but James reached
out and stopped me. Slowly, he brought his own finger up and swiped it
against the corner of my mouth. Then he brought it to my lips.

"Here you go, Caleb.  Go on- suck on it."

I parted me lips, and we locked eyes as James slowly inserted his finger
into my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. The mixed flavors of Justin's sperm
and my jizz from earlier combined with the taste of James' finger was
amazing.

Finally, James pulled his finger out and wiped it on my pants right over my
cock.

"We need to talk, dude," he said.




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