Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 19:50:52 -0800
From: joe hikin <hikinjoe@hotmail.com>
Subject: your brother part 2

The next day was awkward between Jim and me. Neither of us said anything
about what had happened in Tom's room. I felt a bunch of different ways
about what I'd done the day before. That we'd jerked off together, I didn't
much worry about. I know guys do that -- I'd heard friends mention that
kind of thing happening on camping trips and overnights -- but the way I'd
gone for Tom's big cock, the way I'd jerked on it and then dove down,
sucking him off in front of his friends and brother, well, that concerned
me a bit. It turned me on to think about it, and I sure had jerked off that
night in bed, remembering the way it felt and tasted, the way he'd begged
me not to stop, held my head and throbbed in my mouth as the cum flooded
in. I knew that I wasn't completely gay, since I got turned on by photos of
women's tits, asses and cunts, and when I'd made out with girls and felt
their bodies, I got hard and wanted to do more. But sucking a guy off and
letting him come in my mouth - and when his still-spurting cock popped out
of my mouth, the fact that I took it back in - that seems like, well like
pretty damn gay. OK, so bi, I was bi maybe. But I couldn't be bi, or could
never admit it - too weird. I decided that possibly it was just a one-time
thing. Must have been some strong weed, got me really stoned and I was just
so freaking horny that I just went a little nuts. Maybe everybody would
just forget about it. I'd stay away from Tom, his porn and his friends for
a while and it'd be cool. I needed to find a date anyway, get with a girl
and get it on.

 "Let's go to the beach, Jim. Can we go to the club?" His family had a
membership at a beach club that had a pool and tennis courts. It wasn't
fancy, kind of old school and nice, a little rundown. "There are always
chicks there, man, lets do it."

 "Yeah, we can go to the club. You got your bathing suit?"

 "No, and I don't want to go all the way home for it. Can I wear one of
yours?"

 "OK. I left one in the bath-house last time, you can wear that," he said
as he went to his room to put his suit on.

 We walked the few blocks down to the beach. It was a hot day and when we
got to the club, Jim headed straight for the pool while I went to
change. The bath-house was a wooden building with a long U-shaped hallway
and rows of doors leading to the members' private changing rooms. I had
always liked the bath-house, the way it smelled like sun-baked wood and
sea, the slatted walls and doors that let the light and air in, the sandy
floor under bare feet. I found Jim's family's changing room and latched the
door behind me to get changed into a bathing suit. Now that I was at the
pool, I couldn't wait to get in the water. I stripped off my shirt and
jeans, socks and shorts and looked around for the suit Jim had left
there. Something about that place had always sort of turned me on -- maybe
it was because all around you there were people changing into swim wear,
getting naked in these adjoining rooms. Even the floor boards were slightly
spaced apart so the sounds of rustling clothes, quiet voices, and squeaking
doors floated through. It was like getting naked in a group, but you
couldn't see each other. I found Jim's suit, kind of stiff the way clothing
gets when you hang it up wet with salt water. I grabbed it off the hook and
shook out the sand, but now I had a half-hard dick and couldn't go out like
that. Of course, as soon as I wished my semi would go away, that only made
it harder until it was a full-on boner. Waiting it out wasn't an option,
I'd be in there forever. Just thinking about jerking off made it throb and
stiffen even more so that I had no choice. I'd just have to make it
quick. I wished I had one of Tom's magazines, I could bring myself off in
under a minute looking at that explicit porn. I started stroking my hard
cock while walking naked around the small room, looking for something,
maybe some sort of lube. There were plenty of clothes on hooks and shelves,
and rummaging around I found a couple of jocks. Jocks were another thing
that aroused something in me, I guess because they are so specifically
male. Like the way a bra is made only for breasts -- and they turned me on
too. These must have been Tom's; if Jim ever wore a jock, I would have seen
it at some point. Tom played tennis at the club, so maybe he wore them for
that, to keep himself from bouncing around too much on the courts. One
looked new and clean, but the other had clearly yet to be washed after the
last game. I could feel my brain start to lose reason in the force of the
lust that was spreading from my pulsing erection, and glancing at the door
to be sure it was latched, I stepped into the clean jock and held the other
one to my face, breathing in the sweaty scent. There was a bottle of
tropical tanning oil on the shelf and I quickly squirted some into my
hand. I reached into the jockstrap I was wearing and slid my greased hand
over my erect shaft, the red swollen head. I wasted no time in finding a
rhythm, stroking my cock while I smelled and tasted Jim's big brother's
worn jock. I felt pretty dirty and perverted, but that only got me harder
and I jerked faster. So much for staying away from guy stuff and sticking
to girls, I thought as I remembered the nice thick cock I'd sucked and was
now smelling traces of in that jockstrap. The oil felt great and the
combination of my lubed hand, the smell of coconut oil and sweaty athlete
got me there fast. My hips thrust forward and I came into the jock I
wore. My cock throbbed and throbbed, and the thick cum oozed through the
fabric, dripping onto the wood floor. I stifled my grunts of pleasure with
Tom's old jockstrap, and once I'd stopped coming, pulled off the other one
and wiped myself off with it. I put the jocks back on the shelf as my
erection faded and pulled on Jim's bathing suit. I needed to get to the
pool and cool down and not to think about the cocks that had been held by
the jock I'd just taken off and the suit I was now wearing.  Hurrying down
the hallway I nearly ran smack into Tom, who was headed for the changing
room with a tennis racket in his hand.

 "Hey kid," he said with a smile, "thanks again for yesterday. That was so
cool."

 He said it so natural, so nice, it was like he was thanking me for helping
him fix his car or something.

 "Yeah, okay," I managed to get out, the tingle of the climax I'd just had
still with me. I was also shocked that he would talk about what we'd done
so publicly, so matter-of-fact. I was glad though that he obviously didn't
feel weird about it, but as I left the bath-house into the bright sunlight
I remembered the spot of fresh semen that I hadn't wiped up on the floor of
their changing room, and the cum-soaked jock I'd put back on the shelf. Tom
was headed for the courts - he had his racket with him - and when he went
to put on his clean jock and found the pouch all sticky with my
stuff... busted again. Nothing I could do now though. Get in the pool!

 I dove into the cool blue water and stayed under for as long as I could,
calming myself down. Jim and I swam around for a while, jumping and diving,
looking at the girls and hoping they were looking at us. The pool, I
realized, was a good place to check out chicks, but maybe not the best for
meeting and actually talking to them. Too much self consciousness about how
your bodies look in not very much clothes. Plus, for guys there's the
ever-present fear of getting hard and showing tented shorts. We did end up
meeting a couple of girls we knew, and they asked if we wanted to go down
to the beach to swim. It was nice walking down there with them, talking
about movies and stuff, sneaking looks at their tanned bodies. There was
some surf, so we all ran into the waves, pushing each other and
laughing. Jim and I dove under and grabbed at their legs to scare them a
bit. They yelled to stop, but you could tell they liked the attention, and
we ended up in a sort of wrestling pile at the edge of the water, covered
in sand. I couldn't really tell who's body was on top or under me with the
waves breaking on us, and I didn't really care either -- it was just fun to
be with friends in the sun and surf. After a while though, my horny brain
started to send messages to my dick and I had to run back into deeper water
to hide my erection. We swam a little longer, but the girls had to go, so
we walked back to the club with them and made plans to maybe meet up later.

 Jim and I needed to rinse the sand and salt off before changing and
heading home for dinner, so we hit the men's shower room. We stripped off
our wet suits and waited for the spray to get warm. While we showered, Jim
talked about the girls, how hot they were, how we might get together later
and maybe get some action.

 "Yeah, I can tell you liked them," I said, looking over to see his
thickening dick start to rise, "but they're not here now so you better calm
that thing down, buddy. Someone comes in here and they might get the wrong
idea."

 "Fuck 'em if they do. Nothing wrong with a guy expressing himself. Anyway,
I see guys in here all the time with hard-ons. In fact, I see one right
now," he nodded towards my cock, which was also definitely growing. I had
gotten hard in shower rooms before, and had always grabbed my towel and
made a quick exit, trying to cover myself. But Jim didn't seem to feel a
need to hide his boner, and it did feel pretty cool to follow his lead and
just let my boner wave free as I soaped up my body and stood under the hot
spray. I felt kind of proud of it actually -- I had a good sized cock and
so did my buddy and we didn't care who saw them at their best. Of course,
there wasn't actually anyone else there to see them, but still, I felt
good, healthy, and...horny again, damn it.

 "Sword-fight!" Jim shouted as he turned towards me, slapping his thick
cock against mine with a wet smack. I swiveled my hips and cock-slapped him
back, both of our erections swelling and reddening from the contact. We
played around like that a bit longer, hard young cock battering hard young
cock, but eventually someone else came into the showers and we turned to
face the wall, trying to hide our excitement and will our boners
away. Turning the water temperature colder helped, and we finished
showering and toweled off.

 "I bet my brother and his friends are getting high out by the tennis
courts," Jim speculated, "Wanna catch a buzz?"

 I wanted to stay away from Tom and company for a day or two actually, so I
tried begging off.

 "Naw, I feel kinda burnt, man."

 "Bullshit. You're coming," Jim said and grabbed my arm, dragging me
towards the courts. "We're on vacation, and what are you so burnt out from?
Just come on, if I show up alone, they'll tell me to get lost."

 As we got near the tennis courts we smelled weed, so Jim must have guessed
right. The courts were empty when we got there, but Jim knew where they
went out behind the equipment shed to get stoned between games. There was a
little trail into the woods there and sure enough, when we were only a few
yards in we heard them and smelled the pot even stronger. But when we came
into a small clearing in the trees, Tom, Steve and Bill weren't passing the
joint anymore. All three of them had their cocks out and were slowly
stroking themselves to stiffness. Bill's dick stuck out from his fly, but
both Tom and Steve had lowered their shorts to halfway down their
thighs. Around Tom's thighs was also the jock I'd cum into, and his growing
cock was shiny and wet-looking. They hadn't seen us coming yet and as we
approached I heard a little of their conversation.

 "Yeah, so he was coming out as I was going in to change and when I put
this jock on, it was all full of cum. At first I was kinda freaked out, but
then I realized that it felt really good, especially when I moved
around. Running around on the court was getting me super worked up, like I
was fucking my own wet jock! I had such a boner, I just thought why not hit
the woods for weed and wank, right?" The guys clearly agreed, since they
were in fact standing there jerking off with him, hard as poles.

 "Had to be that friend of Jim's, jerking off in our changing room. Not
that I've never jerked in there before. That place always gets me horny for
some reason. Wonder why he had to use my jock for clean up though? Hey,
speak of the little devil," he caught sight of us, "C'mere, kid, I wanna
ask you something."

 "We wanted to get some of that joint, is all," Jim said, though the bulge
in his shorts, and mine, said that getting high wasn't the only thing we
might be interested in doing out here.

 "Yeah," I added lamely.

 "Well, we just finished it," Bill told us, then turned to Tom and Steve,
"But now that they are here, let's do a circle jerk. Let's do the cum-slick
one!"

 "Oh yeah. Damn that's the best, especially with five guys," Steve said,
all the while pulling on his big cock and holding his balls in his other
hand.

 Jim and I were the only ones not masturbating at this point, but we
quickly pulled our shorts down and began stroking or hard-ons with the
guys.

 "OK," Tom said, "you guys know how to play cum-slick?"

 We had moved in together close, five guys shoulder to shoulder in a circle
with boners pointing to the middle. I could feel the movement of the arms
on either side of me, smell the sweat and sex of these guys, see their
hard, throbbing cocks, but I couldn't speak, my mouth was so dry and my
mind was abuzz with arousal. Jim must have been in the same state, because
he didn't say anything either, just stood there next to me. For the second
day in a row we were jerking off together. Why was this happening now, I
thought, and why hadn't we been doing this all along? I was suddenly so
turned on that if there hadn't been a guy on either side of me holding me
up, I think I would have fallen over.

 "I'll take that as a no," Tom said to our silence, "Cum-slick starts like
a regular circle jerk. Right or left, guys?" he asked his buddies.

 "Left." they said together, then stoned-giggled.

 "OK, left it is. Everyone grab the guy to your left," Tom instructed as he
reached for mine, replacing my right hand with his left. I reached for
Jim's nice dick with my left, he took Steve's in hand, Steve did Bill and
Bill wrapped his fist around Tom's big dick. We all started stroking the
next guy's hard-on. I'd never touched Jim's before and it felt smooth and
hard in my hand, and looked cool the way the foreskin slid up and over the
red head. Tom's firm grip felt just right on my pulsing boner and we all
began jerking each other slowly off.

 "So how this is different from a regular circle jerk is that you try to
get the guy on your left, the guy whose cock you are now jerking, to come
before you do. Reason is that when he does, you get to aim his jizz onto
your dick and the guy jerking you can then use it to lube your cock and
keep jerking you all slippery with the best lube ever. It's so good, right
kid?" he said, looking right at me and stroking my cock faster. "It's the
best jerk-off cause everyone really tries to do their guy as good as they
can so they can get some of that slippery stuff on their own cock."

 "Nothing makes ya come like cum!" I surprised myself by blurting out. They
all looked at me and the hands stopped moving for a few beats. I felt
really stupid, but then they all cracked up and we started working our
assigned cocks again, jerking our buddies just as good as we knew how. It
was instantly my favorite game. I liked the feel of the shoulder moving
rhythmically on either side of mine, the sight of hands pumping smooth skin
over stiff shafts and the expressions of purpose on the face of every
guy. I was turned on by the sound of skin slapping softly on skin, the
manly smell we were making, and of course, by the way Tom was expertly
jerking my hard cock.

 "Using two hands is allowed," he said as he cupped my swaying balls in his
right hand, turning towards me slightly and asking, "Why did you use my
jock to catch you cum in? I don't really mind, it felt good when I put the
thing on, but there was plenty of other stuff in there to use. Why this?"
He snapped the waist band of the jock I'd worn while jerking off earlier,
which was now tight around his thighs.

 "Um, sorry. I don't know, I must have, like, just grabbed it. It felt
good?" I asked.

 "Yeah, like you said, kid, nothing makes ya come like cum." He turned his
focus to his work, stroking fully up and down the shaft of my boner. "I'm
gonna get some more out of this dick soon, too."

 I think the thing I liked best was how natural and friendly it all
seemed. It wasn't awkward and scary like the limited sex I'd had with girls
had been. We didn't have to worry that we weren't doing it right. We all
knew this stuff, knew just how it felt best. Hell, at jerking off, I think
it is safe to say, we were experts. There was also sort of sweetness to our
game, a spirit of helping a buddy out with something he really needed. It
was a competition in only the friendliest sense -- there would be no
winners or losers really, we were all going to get off and every guy was
showing signs now of getting close. Our breathing was heavier and hips were
starting to move as we thrust into the hands that held us in their grips.

 "Damn, Tom, your brother knows how to handle a cock." Steve moaned. "I'm
almost there! Keep going Jim, don't stop. Oh shit...Yeah Jim, a little
more. Aww yeah.... I'm gonna...."

 As his hips thrust forward, Jim aimed Steve's dick toward his own and
pulled a few final times. Steve grunted and we all watched fascinated his
cock was the first to come. Thick gobs spurted from his pulsing cock-head
onto Jim's dick and my pumping hand. The warm semen was slippery and my
hand slid sloppily over Jim's erection so that he gasped and bucked. My
buddy's cock throbbed in my fist and I thought I was about to get the same
treatment he'd just gotten from Steve, but it was Bill who signaled his
climax next with grunt and curse.

 "Uungggghhhh....fuck!," Bill spit out as his boner strained and shot
off. Since Steve had already come, instead of shooting Bill's cum onto his
own dick, he skipped himself and aimed Bill at Jim. Now my hand was
covererd in the loads of two guys and Jim's cock was coated in even more of
the gooey stuff. A blast or two had missed Jim and was now dripping down my
thigh. Tom was the only one of the three remaining players who didn't have
his buddy's cum on him and he was looking to change that. Though he was
doing me just right, giving my hard cock nice long strokes and gently
squeezing my balls, I had a ways to go yet, probably because I'd come
already that afternoon in the bath-house. He must have guessed at the
situation since he did find the evidence in his jock.

 "After you come, you gotta step out of the circle," he said to Steve and
Bill. "You got a lot of cum on you there, little brother. How about sharing
some over here? Your buddy already came today, I know, I felt it in my
jock. That stuff looks so good so I need some of that."

 Jim was now being asked to scoop up a handfull of cum off his own cock and
my hand, and to then jerk his brother off with it. I wasn't sure he'd do
it, I mean it is kinda weird to jerk your own brother off, but Jim must not
have thought so. He dropped Steve's spent dick and got a good smear of
semen from the back of my hand. Tom did likewise so he could lube me up too
and we all stepped in a little to close the circle. Jim took Tom's boner
into his slippery fist and began stroking him. Tom gasped, and immediately
started thrusting, fucking Jim's hand with his swollen, throbbing cock. I
looked at Jim and saw in his eyes a look of lust so intense it bordered on
craziness. Tom had it too and I'm sure I did as well. The combination of
the hand stroking each of us with slippery cum, and the feeling of a hard
cock thrusting in and out of our hands was such a turn on.

 "Oh fuck yeah, Jim, you're making me come, bro!" Tom shouted out as his
knees gave a little and he thrust into his brother's hand. Jim aimed the
third load that day at his dick and Tom rewarded his efforts with spurts of
warm semen. Tom gasped and groaned, leaning against me for support as he
finished coming onto Jim's cock and my left hand. I couldn't take my eyes,
or hands, off Jim's cock, completely covered now in the spunk of three
guys. It was a slippery, sticky, and primally sexy thing to behold and
feel. Tom slouched back and left just Jim and I still in the game. We
turned to face each other, throwing our right arms over each other's
shoulder while left hands were still moving on cum-slick cocks.

 "Just us now, buddy," I said quietly, knowing that neither of us would
last much longer. Jim looked me in the eye and though he didn't say a word,
a question passed between us and I understood -- I'd known him long enough
that I could tell what he was asking: yesterday I watched you suck my
brother off and today, will you please do that to me? And though before
yesterday I never even thought about a cock in my mouth, other than wishing
I could suck my own sometimes, I suddenly realized that yes, I would, that
in fact I wanted to drop to my knees and take my buddy's cum covered cock
into my mouth and get him off. As his brother and buddies watched, I slid
down, his cock leaving a slime trail up my belly and chest until it slapped
my chin and came to rest just touching my lips. I opened up and took him
in, tasting the blend of semen covering his boner. I went all the way down
on him swallowing a load's worth of cum though he hadn't even ejaculated
yet. My lips were covered in cum too, and there was so much of it that it
dripped down my chin. I started to work my mouth over Jim's hard cock,
knowing that he would come soon and wanting to give him some good motion
before he got there. I was jerking on my own cock too, of course, sliding
my fist up over the slippery head, feeling very close myself. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see the guys watching and commenting on my
performance, maybe thinking they were going to get blown by me sometime
soon themselves. I must have presented quite a sight, on my knees sucking
dick with cum, their cum, smeared all over my face! Had I become the
cock-suckers for these guys, I asked myself as I bobbed on Jim's dick,
their go-to guy when they needed to get off? Probably not, but right now I
had Jim in my mouth and I liked way he was breathing hard, hips moving,
balls pulled up tight. He started to moan sway and I had to put a steadying
hand on his ass to keep him from falling. He thrust into my throat and I
gagged a little, but went right back down on him so he'd know I was going
to finish him off right, just like I had his brother. With no further
warning him cock swelled in my mouth and he came.

 "Aaaaaaw, yessssss!" he hissed as his warm seed flowed into my mouth. "Oh,
man, so good. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"

 My own cock throbbed and I spurted onto the ground as I tried to stay with
Jim's jerking dick. He slipped from my mouth and shot a volley onto my neck
and cheek before I could bring him back in. I was swallowing but there was
a lot and it ran down from my lips as Jim spent himself. My own cock was
still pulsing out cum as he softened slightly and his still-thick cock slid
from my mouth. As I knelt there and squeezed that last from my tingling
dick, Jim laid a grateful hand on my shoulder and the other guys moved in
around me, slapping my back and congratulating me on a job well done. I
felt good, among friends, and as I stood and wiped an arm across my mouth,
like I really had won the game. I'd won this round at least, and if any of
them wanted a rematch, I'd be ready.