Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2004 18:58:25 -0500
From: Michael Herman <michaelherman17@msn.com>
Subject: Three Bedrooms part 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION.  Any similarity between characters,
places and real people or events is merely a coincidence.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys.  If you are
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PART TWO

After I jacked off thinking of that day five years ago when my brother Mike
and I first touched each others' cocks, I got up and took a long shower.
My other brother Chris was at hockey practice and I had to pick him up soon
since my parents were at my Grandmother's house for the afternoon.

Standing in the shower, I rubbed the slimy cum into my chest.  I loved the
feel of cum on my skin; mine or other people's cum, it all felt wonderful.
Since I had been thinking of Mike, I let my mind wander again.  We don't
really hook up anymore, and we are not close as brothers or even friends,
but he never told our parents.  We messed around for about four years,
almost everyday, and tried just about everything sexual in the world.

About a year after we started jacking off, we had moved into sucking and
finally fucking.  It was then that Chris started watching us without our
knowing.  I was 13 and Mike had just turned 12.  Aside from wanting to fuck
and suck at every opportunity, we were of that age that Chris really
annoyed us.  He was only 9, and was a spoiled brat.  Being the "baby" he
got anything and everything he wanted, often at the expense of Mike or me.
So, I was none too happy when I had to start babysitting him after school.

Chris always used to go to my Mom's friend's house until she picked him up
on the way home from work, and Mike and I would ride the bus home and be
alone until our parents got home from work, about 2 hours later.  It was
during that two hours that we could fuck, suck and jack off all we wanted.
Mom and Dad never understood why our homework wasn't done by dinnertime.
Well, Mom had a falling out with her friend and decided that I was old
enough to care for Chris until they got home.

I was pissed.  That little bastard would ruin my time with Mike.  For the
first whole week of this new arrangement, Chris followed us around all
afternoon and pretty much bothered the hell out of us.  Mike and I couldn't
mess around until after Chris was in bed for the night and Mom and Dad were
downstairs.

By the next Monday, Mike and I found a way to occupy Chris so we could do
some much needed post-school fucking.  We had a PlayStation and tons of
games.  Mom thought some of the games were too violent or adult for Chris,
so I kept them in my room.  By letting Chris play those games, he was busy
playing as much as he could before he had to give them back before Mom got
home, Mike and I got our fuck time back.

So we gave some games to Chris and sent him to the family room to play, and
we immediately ran to my room and stripped.  We always made a production
out of taking off our clothes.  First, I would take off my shirt, running
my hands over my nipples and my budding abs.  Then I would turn around, my
teen ass facing Mike, and bend down to take off my shoes and socks.  I'd
turn back around, and then unbutton my pants, sliding them down but leaving
my underwear on.

Then it was Mike's turn, and he did the same.  Starting with his shirt and
playing with his nipples and rubbing his stomach, not as flat and defined
as mine, but still hot.  He turned around to show me his ass as he took off
his shoes and socks.  His ass was my favorite part of his body: soft,
supple, and smooth.  He took down his pants as he turned around to face me
again.  We always left our underwear on at first; I had my underwear fetish
even then.

We kissed, long, hard and thrusting.  We usually started out slow and soft,
but we were both so horned up about our return to afternoon fun that we
flew right into the heavy stuff.  He rubbed my back and chest as we
embraced and I massaged his glorious butt.  He bent down and started
lapping at my nipples.  My nips are very sensitive and I love any attention
paid to them.  He moved from one to the other, getting them wet and sloppy,
then he started biting lightly, knowing that I adore when he does that.

"Ummm," I moaned.  "My God, Mike, I love when you do that."

"I know, that's why I do it," he said with a mouthful of left nipple.  "And
it's why I do this to."  His mouth moved down my developing chest and
flicked lightly at my belly button causing me to shudder with pleasure.
His roaming mouth soon found my briefs.  He darted his tongue under the
waistband in front, teasing my straining cock.  Then he began mouthing my
bulge.  Stretching his mouth wide over as much cock as he could, he would
then exhale so my teen dick was engulfed in a rich warm brotherly breeze.

I could take it no longer and yanked down my briefs and shoved my cock in
his eager mouth.  He was quite used to this so he didn't choke on the
throbbing six inches as he used to.  He slurped and sucked and licked as I
fucked his hole until I was gushing down his throat.  He backed up enough
so he got some John spunk in his mouth and when I was empty I pulled him
up, then we kissed, passing my splooge back and forth.

I threw him onto my bed, yanked off his briefs and gobbled down his cock in
one move.  Mike was always rather embarrassed by the size of his dick.  He
was only about four inches to my six.  And he had only grown a half inch in
the past year, where I went from five inches to six.  Because of that, I
always made sure I paid lots of attention to my brother's dick.  And
besides, I loved it, no matter what the size.

He started lifting his ass of the bed, face-fucking me with a passion.  He
reached the edge and grabbed my head as he filled my mouth.  I pulled off
his dick and crawled up until my mouth was about a foot above his.  He
opened wide and I let most of his boy cream dribble back to its owner.  I
then sat up, grabbed him by the ankles, and pushed his legs up to his head,
exposing his chute.

Spitting the last of his spunk onto his hole, I moved it around with my
tongue, up and down his crack, in and out of his boy pussy.  "Oh God John,
shove your tongue in me," Mike moaned.

"I love your ass.  I could do this all day," I answered with lifting my
head.

"Fuck me.  Fuck me hard, big brother."

Not being stupid, I didn't need to be told twice.  I stood up and pulled
him along with me.  He dropped to his knees like the good little soldier he
was and proceeded to get my dick sopping wet with his spit.  Then he stood
up, got onto the bed on his hands and knees, and waved his ass at me.  I
climbed up behind him and spread his luscious cheeks; between my spit and
his recycled cum, we did not need lube.  I placed the head of my burning
cock at his opening and slide the whole way to my bush in one long swift
movement.

"Tear me apart, John," Mike moaned.  "I need your cock bad.  Come on,
really fuck me!"

"Ok little brother, anything you say."  I pulled the whole way out and then
slammed back in to the hilt.  He yelped in pleasure and grabbed his dick as
he shot onto the comforter.  I pulled out and threw him onto the floor.  I
picked up as much of his cum as I could and smeared it all over my dick and
then shoved my creamy fingers into his waiting hole, stretching him out.
He continued to moan and squirm, his ass trying to suck more of my fingers
inside.

On his hands and knees, he bucked his ass backward onto my fingers, until I
gave him what he wanted and thrust my dick back where it belonged.  I rode
him hard and wet for five minutes, both of us moaning and groaning with
pleasure.  Suddenly I reached my peak.  I grabbed his shoulders and pulled
him back as far as he could go as I shoved my throbbing dick into his
stomach.  Six shots of John juice pumped his little ass full.  I
immediately pulled out and whipped him around so he could suck my dick
clean.

What a cumhound!  He licked every drop off my dick until it sparkled like a
new car.  We collapsed onto the floor, sweaty, panting and spent.  We were
so involved in our post fuck kissing that neither of us noticed the door
soundlessly click shut.

For the next month or so, as soon as we all got home from school, we would
give Chris some games and send him down to the family room.  We would then
have fun fucking, sucking, and trying countless other things as we explored
each others bodies and figured out what turned us on.  I never thought for
a minute that Chris wasn't really playing PlayStation.


TO BE CONTINUED...


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