Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2004 00:04:51 +0100
From: J Smith <jsmith381@hotmail.com>
Subject: Saturday Morning

The usual warnings: this is pornography, written specifically for the
purposes of private masturbation.  Don't read it if you are too young or
likely to be offended by descriptions of guys getting it on.

jsmith381@hotmail.com

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SATURDAY MORNING

During a regular week, after school was usually a good time.  Andy didn't
always stick to the best times, but on the whole he preferred it if he
didn't have to worry too much about being disturbed.  True, there were
always those occasions when he was so damn horny he had to take a few more
risks.  Usually he managed to get his half hour or so alone each day - vital
when you were 15 and shared a room - straight after school, but the weekends
could sometimes be a bit more tricky.  Like today.

It was Saturday morning, and he'd woken up with his usual painfully hard
throbber.  To add to Andy's frustrations, once a day had lately become
barely sufficient at keeping his horn levels low enough to function
normally, and for the previous couple of days he'd not really stolen enough
private time to keep his hormones in check.  That Saturday morning, his dick
felt like if it got any harder it could snap, or explode, or perhaps both.

His hand gripped it, super-tight, under the covers.  Marty, his 17-year old
brother, was still asleep, and Andy did not really like pulling one off
while Marty was around.   Sometimes it was unavoidable, but Andy was not
usually an exhibitionist.  Jacking was a private pleasure, and Andy had two
humiliating memories of occasions when Marty had caught him in the act.
Another complication was that Marty really did something for Andy.  That
tight chest and low-swinging packet... wow!

That was definitely a secret that needed keeping.

Despite his brother's silent and still body only feet away, Andy started a
slow wrist action in his pyjama bottoms that was not audible or visible, and
was at least a start on a full wank.  His eyes closed in relaxation and his
mind wandered back to his favourite fantasy of the moment.

The new German boy in his class was pretty much the stuff Andy's wet dreams
were made of, or rather they would be made of that kind of stuff if Andy
didn't masturbate far far too much for there to be anything spare to leak
out at night.  Jurgen was taller than most of the boys in Andy's year, and
had truly beautiful hair.  Andy could stare at it for whole lessons, and
frequently did, trying hard not to be seen doing so.  It was on the blond
side of light brown and curled round his ears and neck in a way that
definitely made him cute; it framed his strong but pretty Germanic face and
topped his tall elegant body.  Under the shirt Andy knew was a pair of large
brown nipples that sat on a clean flawless chest, the only one in the class
to have even a hint of hair on it.  The first time Andy had seen the blond
fuzz on the 15-year old body, when the whole class was showering after gym,
he had gawked at it for about ten seconds, then gone straight to a loo
cubicle, locked the door and shot a load in under a minute.  That had also
happened the first time Andy saw Jurgen's perfect tight ass, and yet again
when he had seen Jurgen drop his towel and step into a pair of black boxers.

  Jurgen's neat, plump cock had been adorned by a smartly trimmed bush of
lightest brown pubes, was noticeably fatter at his bellend where a neat
skinflap covered his helmet, and sat over a hefty pair of balls.  Andy knew
instinctively this set-up would reach eight inches.  Not that Andy would
ever himself get to sample it, as Jurgen had already had three girlfriends
in the month since he'd joined the school.  But it didn't stop Andy
imagining that one day Jurgen might get a bit desperate for some release,
come up to Andy after gym and suggest they take a long warm shower together,
at which point Andy would drop to his knees and selflessly help Jurgen to an
orgasm by chewing on his fat German rod till it spewed hot boyjuice all over
Andy's face and down his--

"Hey dickhead, leave your cock alone while I'm in the room.  Fuck, it's like
sharing with an ape.  Can't you control it even for a little while?"

Andy cringed as he realised his jacking had started rustling the covers and
had woken Marty.  Marty enjoyed teasing Andy and generally didn't mean
anything by it but Andy wasn't to know that.  Marty threw back the covers
and walked, naked, over to Andy's bed.  His own morning boner was bouncing
as he walked.  Andy wanted to stare at it then swallow it whole, but he felt
he could look for no more than a fraction of a second.  As he stood over his
little brother, Marty flicked his hand painfully over Andy's hard dick under
the covers, and Andy yelped.

"Leave it alone, bro, it's just a spazzy little cock," laughed Marty again,
then turned his back to Andy and bent over as he stepped into some shorts
before going to the bathroom.  "When you get one like this, I give you
permission to yank it as much as you want," he said, turning again and
cupping his hard shaft through the soft cotton.  He laughed as he went out
the room, his morning glory shamelessly tenting his slinky white
boxerbriefs.

The image of Marty's hard erection and then of his ass bent over as he
looked for some boxers nearly finished Andy off.  Oh fuck.  He could never
let Marty know how hot Andy found him.  His hand gripped his bone harder,
but something stopped him throwing back the covers and finishing off in a
frenzy.

Andy knew it was Marty himself.  Andy didn't like to wank around Marty -
even though Marty didn't really care and did it himself often enough - just
in case Marty ever got suspicious that Andy was actually perving on his own
big brother.  And God, did he perv when he got the chance.  Andy's favourite
wanks were the ones when Marty was still at school on a day when his brother
hadn't been to the gym.  This invariably meant that Marty's gym gear was on
the radiator in their room, waiting to be stuffed into a bag for the next
time.  Marty went to the gym four or five times a week, so the gear was
often not available, but that did mean that when it was all sitting there,
innocently waiting for another outing, it was certainly worth closer
investigation.  Marty never, ever put his gym stuff out for laundry.  He
just took it out the bag and put it on the radiator to dry it off.  As the
term wore on, it got sweatier and sweatier, and the nightly sessions drying
on the radiator just fixed his masculinity right into the fabric,
practically cooking his clothes.  The muscle shirt was always Andy's first
pleasure.  Dark blue, but with many dried white sweat marks on the chest and
back, lifting it to his nose made Andy's bone throb with an intense desire.
Often Andy put the shirt on after sucking on the underarm hem so he could
feel the sensation of his brother's sweaty masculinity hugging his torso as
he jacked viciously, frantically imagining the filthiest things he could do
to his brother.  Andy didn't yet realise the appeal of socks so he left
those alone, but the prize was the skimpy green Jockey pouch that contained
his brother's genitals during his energetic workouts.  The first whiff of
the fabric - warm from the radiator, completely infused with the rich
personal, funky aroma of weeks and weeks of his brother's nutsac and
dickshaft hefting and rolling in that small pouch, all the sweat and drips
of piss and secretions of precum, all baked into the green cotton - just the
first whiff sent Andy's already dripping cock into erection superstardom:
the hardest, stiffest boner a boy ever had.  Subsequent deep snorts with his
nose and mouth buried in the pouch made him so heady he had once passed out.
  If Andy let himself reach orgasm snorting the Jockeys, he sometimes
started sucking at the fabric, even venturing his tongue down to the place
that rubbed against Marty's teenage boyhole, which was completely dizzying
with the smell of - Andy wasn't sure what.  The smell of ass?  Or the smell
of shit?  Or the purest, most concentrated essence of masculinity?  Or, more
personally, just the smell of the darkest, sweatiest, rankest place to be
found anywhere on his brother's out-of-this-world fucking sexy body?  Thank
God Marty never thought to put his gym gear out to laundry, and that the
moron just thought to dry them was enough to be able to wear them again.
Long may it continue, thought Andy, furiously fisting his dick under the
covers, as he stared at the green dick pouch on the radiator in their room.
  Since he last got his hands on it, Marty had been through four more
workouts.  It must smell unbelievable.  Andy tried hard to remember the
smell last time he had been frenziedly snorting the fabric as if his life
depended on it.  Yeah!  Oh my god, thought Andy.  He is so hot!  I wanna get
my tongue right under his foreskin and lick out the--

"Still at it, small boy?" crowed Marty as he came back into the room, hair
dripping wet, wearing only a towel round his waist.

Andy's eyes closed in a mixture of humiliation and frustration.  He stayed
quiet.

"I think you might have some kind of problem," carried on Marty,
semi-sarcastically, as he unhooked his towel and began rubbing it over his
chest and thighs, his soft heavy meat swinging with the action of the towel.

  Obviously Marty had dealt with his own morning boner in the shower.  "I
mean," he continued as if Andy were actually interested, "I know at your age
it's difficult to stop wanking for long enough to eat, but really Andy, you
can't even stop yourself for long enough to hold a regular conversation with
me..."  He laughed aloud.  "In fact, you're still doing it now, aren't you,
even as I'm trying to talk to you...?"

"Fuck off."  It was true of course; Andy's hand was still gripping his
painful erection.

At that point Marty started towelling his hair vigorously, and with his head
under the towel, it was safe for Andy to drink in the real glory of his
brother's body.  Andy stroked fast and hard for the few seconds during which
he could stare unchallenged at Marty's chest and dick.  He swore he could
see a pearl of cum seeping from Marty's dickhead, and Andy imagined himself
lovingly tasting such a precious susbstance.

Then Andy turned over and faced away as Marty got dressed and pottered about
the room.  He recalled vividly the one chance he'd had to taste Marty's cum
for real.  Marty wasn't exactly public about his masturbation; he didn't
hide the fact that he did it, but he certainly didn't do it in front of Andy
either.  But one Sunday morning about six months before, he had had a very
noisy and energetic wank in bed while Andy listened, electrified.  And when
he got close, he'd thrown the covers back and shot up his chest.  Andy had
watched, unable to hide his amazement at seeing his brother's dick splurge
his spunk over his hot tight bod.  Andy suspected Marty had been mighty
horny the night before and not got anywhere with whichever girl he'd been
hunting, because this wank was a long way out of the ordinary for Marty, who
generally just took a couple of minutes of quiet grunting and shuffling.
And when he'd got his breath back, he'd propped himself up on his elbows,
looked over at Andy and said, "chuck us that t-shirt, will you, bro?"

And Andy, mesmerised, had done as Marty asked, and then watched as the whole
sloppy load of boy cream was mopped up as Marty hastily pushed it round his
chest, stomach and bush.  Then Marty had thrown the t shirt in the laundry
basket, pulled on some clothes and gone clattering downstairs.  Before Marty
had been out of the room even two seconds, Andy was retrieving the t shirt
from the laundry.  He ate all his brother's nut juice just by licking the t
shirt clean, while fisting himself to an unbelievable climax.  The taste of
it had been fantastically, terrifyingly sexy, and Andy had trembled with an
overdose of wicked excitement as he had gorged himself on the fruit of his
brother's loins.  Unfortunately Marty had never done anything like that
again, even though Andy had kept hoping.  Licking the pouch of his brother's
green gym Jockeys was as close as he'd got since.

Andy's erection pounded with blood as he remembered this.  Marty eventually
finished dressing and left the room, saying, "Andy, really, leave it alone,
or it'll never grow into a real one."  Andy could hear Marty laughing as he
went down the stairs.

Bugger Marty, he thought.  He could be back at any time, and Andy seriously
wanted some private time to see this orgasm through.  He decided to carry on
in the shower, where at least he could lock the door, even if Marty knew
what he was up to.  He got out of bed, his nipples pointing in the sudden
chill, and his pyjama trousers looking silly as they tried to contain his
good sized dick.  Andy flipped the waist band under his balls and looked at
his erection in the mirror, holding it tightly at the base so it throbbed
thickly.  It was a good size for a 15-year old, Andy thought, whatever Marty
said.  Besides, Marty hadn't seen it hard for a while, and Andy thought he
might be surprised to learn that his kid brother now sported a fat seven
inch rod, which was just about what Marty had himself, Andy knew.  Then with
his dick still pulsing, he walked over to the radiator and quickly swooped
the warm Jockeys up to his nose.

"Oh man..." sighed Andy, as he sniffed deeply and an extraordinary high
surged through him.  They were stupendously filthy and masculine.  The cock
pouch gave off a strong odour of unwashed bollocks, of cock, of sweaty bush
and yes, a faint hint of spunk too, and then, moving his nose and mouth to
the ass gusset, he slobbered hungrily at the patch of ass smells - fruity,
dank, fetid.  Andy nearly keeled over with the sensation.  Then he took a
deep breath and put the Jockeys back on the radiator.  It was far too risky
to carry on with Marty actually in the house.  He picked up his brother's
damp towel from earlier, and held it in front of his bulging boyhood as he
went to the bathroom.

Andy generally didn't like wanking in the shower.  He didn't like doing it
standing up, and he didn't like doing it with a wet hand and dick, even with
soap.  True, the massage of the water on his shoulders was sensual, but that
didn't make up for what he disliked.  So he set the shower running to cover
any noise, then stepped out of his PJ bottoms and sat down on the loo,
naked, legs widely spread.  He liked this position because it was far easier
to play with his boyhole than when he was lying in bed.  His ass had been
the latest discovery in his sexual self.  When Andy had first started
wanking and filling his head with all sorts of images and fantasies of other
boys' bodies, he had mainly been concerned with dick.  Big dicks had been
favourite, and he had scoured the net on his laptop for pics of young lads
with big boners.  Andy liked to imagine sucking one of them, or indeed
actually owning such a 9 or 10 inch monster, and then having someone he knew
(and had the hots for) suck it expertly, swallowing fully, naturally.  But
this had only really been the beginning.

After that he had been obsessed with cumshots; first of all huge, copious,
unreal loads, then actually seeing the moment when the spunk shot forth.
And then he'd quickly switched his attention to watching the guy's faces at
the very moment they unloaded their cream.  Andy realised that when he found
a pic that got his juices flowing in this respect, it was the cuteness of
the guy's orgasmic face that did it for him, and not the size of the dick.
That was his first adult realisation.  After that, he could jack off
explosively even just to a pic of a guy taking his shirt off and revealing a
pair of tight pecs and a sexy smile.  At no point in his first couple of
years of wanking did anal sex ever get even a tiny feature in his fantasies.
  Andy knew that guys did it, but felt that it wouldn't ever be for him.

Then Andy had started reading erotic stories on the net.  One of them
described in astonishing detail the first time a young lad, his age, had
taken a dick up his ass.  The story was so compellingly sexy that Andy had
sat back and wondered properly and objectively what the whole deal with
assholes could be.  The next time he wanked, he started playing with his
hole, with astounding results.  His cock got so hard, his orgasm was so
intense, his cum shot so thick and powerful.  It left him weak, shattered,
in a muzzy haze of spunk and desire.  Within weeks Andy was poking his hole
with fingers, slim vegetables, candles, and anything else that he thought he
could safely use.  And when the day came that, wanking furiously on his bed
with a greased and warmed courgette up his ass, he had suddenly thought to
couple the strong physical buzz with the mental image of one of the rugby
studs at school firmly sliding his large fat schlong in and out of Andy's
own boyhole, well... he had hit the ceiling.

Andy knew that day he'd found his ultimate turn-on.  Looking at a pic of a
guy with a hardon, and imagining its suitability for filling his own ass up.
  And it had been the same cock, which in his fantasies belonged to a guy at
school called Ivan, who was a tall, extraordinarily sexy guy, muscly,
attractive and masculine, and a member of the school's successful rugby
team, which he kept coming back to in his wank dreams as the perfect guy to
lose his virginity to.  Although, if Andy actually counted up the number of
wanks he'd had when he'd imagined Ivan relentlessly drilling his little
hole, then it could scarcely be called virgin.  That morning sitting on the
loo, with the shower hissing unused on the other side of the bathroom, Andy
saw in his head Ivan picking him up from school in his flash car, kissing
him deeply and saying, hey kid, lets go fuck.  As Andy's mind ran through
this familiar yet scorching scenario, one hand slowly fisted his solid,
aching boner, and the other probed his tight little twat.  He reached for
some shower gel, slicked his fingers, then slid two inside, spreading his
legs like an eager whore.

Oh yeah!

Andy felt like a true adult gay man when in such a position.  True, beyond a
couple of wank sessions with his friend Paul and sometimes a couple of
others, Andy was a virgin; but simply knowing about the power of an anal
orgasm felt like it might give Andy an adult view on sexuality.  One day, he
knew, he would meet a guy who he liked, and they would fuck.  Andy hoped it
wasn't going to be too far off, but until it happened, the closest he could
get was a couple of his own fingers and a mental image of Ivan.

Ivan, in fact, even only in imagination, was a superb substitute for the
real thing.  As Andy fisted and frigged himself on the loo that Saturday
morning, he smiled as he saw Ivan pull his car into a sunny but secluded
woodland spot.  Andy had been bone hard since Ivan had picked him up from
school right in front of all the other boys (who were of course all secretly
jealous).  Ivan turned the engine off and turned to Andy, smiling his
outrageously sexy smile.  As Ivan unbuttoned his shirt, he said, "Andy,
baby, you are the hottest boy in school.  Now get your clothes off quick
as."  Andy giggled as he lifted his jersey over his head, and had to ask for
Ivan's help to wriggle out of his trousers in such a confined space.  Ivan
loved Andy's body.  He kissed and licked him delicately, his nipples and his
stomach, his neck and his ears, then, after lots of lovely naked snuggling
and tonguing, Ivan started to suck his young lover's cock and balls.  Andy
moved up a level in arousal, and his hole started to itch.  Ivan always knew
when Andy's little pucker started to feel sexy.  He sucked harder on Andy's
dick, while he pushed his hand between his legs and let a couple of
saliva-slicked fingers rub over the tight muscle.  Andy opened his legs and
groaned in appreciation.  Ivan was such a talented, sensitive lover.  He
gently opened up Andy with one then two fingers, and began to synchronise
his fingers with his sucking.  Andy was in heaven.  Then, as always, there
came a moment when Ivan switched from attentive and caring to masculine and
demanding.  Within seconds, Ivan had stopped his attentions to Andy and
urged him through to the back seat of the car.  Andy scrabbled through,
excited and naked, and got in the position Ivan liked him best: on his back
with his legs up round his ears, pulling his boycheeks apart and letting his
little ring pulse in expectation.  Ivan winked and said, "that's my boy" as
he shucked his boxers and let his long hard meat swing into play.  Ivan
edged through the seats and knelt at Andy's rear end, letting his heavy man
dick bounce along Andy's hairless crack.  He let a great gob of spit land
plum on his bellend then slicked it down to his bush.  Then, without any
more ceremony, he slid it slowly but strongly into Andy's gut.  Unngghhh!
Andy panted at the invasion, but loved it.  It took him a few seconds to get
used to it, but then he gave Ivan their usual sign, and Ivan began to shag.
Once they got to this point, Andy let himself revel in the sheer fantastic
wonder of being gay.  He encouraged Ivan to take him as forcefully as he
wanted, wrapping his arms and legs around Ivan's torso, squeezing and
contracting his fresh, young anal walls, energetically trying to hold Ivan's
solid, pumping fuck rod inside his teen hole.  But Ivan could always fuck
harder than Andy could squeeze, even though they often sniggered at the
competition.  Ivan got to the stage when his balls slapped noisily against
Andy's cheeks, and then they moved in for a snog.  This kissing was the
ultimate for Andy: he loved Ivan's dick, but he also loved Ivan himself a
bit as well, and to feel Ivan's tongue fluttering round his mouth as his
oversized sportscock stretched and strained his eager young hole, it sent
Andy's heartrate--

"Andrew!  What on earth are you doing in there?" shouted his mum from the
other side of the bathroom door.  "Hurry up and finish, your sister wants
the loo!"

Andy despaired and nearly cried in frustration.  A massive orgasm had been
boiling in his guts somewhere.  Now the sound of his mother's voice made it
sink without trace.  He tried to carry on blindly, desperately, but the
image of Ivan was gone and his fingers were just hurting his ass.  Cursing
furiously, he jumped quickly into the shower, which had run cold by now.
Two minutes later, he stood shivering in a towel back in his bedroom, hair
dripping, nipples painfully erect due to the cold water.  His cock still
felt hot though, and he could not leave this orgasm where it was.  It had to
be brought to fruition, or his day would be intolerable.  But he had run out
of options now, and could hardly ask his family to leave him alone for a few
minutes while he dealt with the business of being a teenager.  Marty, for
the moment, was out of the room, and he would have to take his chance.  It
was risky, but he absolutely couldn't leave things the way they were.

Andy shed the towel and sat down naked on his bed.  He liked this bed, as in
it he had his first ever wank age about 11, and about 98% of all the others
since.  The other reason he liked this bed was that, completely unknown to
Marty, Andy's first sexual experience had taken place on it the previous
year.  Paul had always been a good friend to Andy, and even though Andy had
never told him he was gay, he thought Paul sensed this somehow, and didn't
care much.  Scotty and Chaz were more friends of Paul's than Andy's, but
they'd been there that day too, and all in all it was a highly erotic
memory.  Paul and Andy had never spoken much about wanking, beyond a couple
of regular boyish jokes.  So when the four of them were all lounging round
Andy's room one afternoon after school, Andy was really surprised when out
of the blue, Paul said, "Fuck I'm so horny; I usually have a long wank
straight after school - looks like I'm going to have to wait till tonight to
deal with this baby" and Andy looked, and saw Paul shaping his trousers
around a hardon clearly visible in his crotch.  Scotty then smiled and said,
"not necessarily Paulie mate, not if we are all agreeable to some
semi-public jackage."  And even before Andy or Chaz had said anything,
Scotty had stood up and started unbuckling.  "What you reckon, guys?" he
asked seriously, pushing his trousers down.  "No problems, yeah?  Andy, got
any porn?"  Andy didn't have any porn with girls in, and his gay porn was
securely hidden on his laptop, but he knew where Marty kept his, so he
delved into his brother's secret mag stash and tossed a couple of nasty
straight wank mags onto his bed.  By this time the other three had all
decided this group wank could go ahead; Scotty was already shirtless and
pawing at his full boxerbulge, and Chaz was untying his shoes while trying
to flick through the mags.  Andy was both incredibly nervous and amazingly
horny.  "You ok with this, Andy?" asked Paul, quietly, smiling supportively.
  And as Paul asked the question, he dropped his school trousers and
revealed a pair of skimpy whites with one bollock hanging out the left leg.
Andy was still fully dressed, when Scotty said, "underwear on or off guys?
What do you reckon?" and Andy did not want to look like a total prude, so he
started undressing swiftly.  "Might as well be undies off if we actually
wanna proper wank," said Andy, surprising himself, and he was the first to
shed his boxers, standing in front of them all wearing only his socks,
proudly showing his own (at that time) 6 inch, bone-hard dick.  "Hey Andy,
congrats, mate, very decent dick there," said Chaz matter-of-factly as he
revealed a much smaller cock than Andy's.  Scotty had a nice plump one, and
Paul had one similar to Chaz, and suddenly Andy realised that he himself had
a big dick.  They settled naturally into two pairs: Scotty and Chaz jacked
while they looked through a tit mag on Marty's bed, and Paul and Andy looked
through some Euro hardcore on Andy's own bed.  In fact Andy wasn't looking
at the porn at all, as the other dicks in his room were far more interesting
to him.  With it being a public arena, Andy guessed it was ok to have a look
or two, especially as he was hiding nothing himself.  He and Paul giggled a
bit as they watched each other, and then when Andy looked back over to
Scotty and Chaz, his heart nearly stopped.  They were wanking each other,
still looking through the mag, but definitely fisting each other's dicks!
Paul smiled and said, "they do it all the time.  Wanna try?"  Fucking hell,
of course Andy wanted to try! - especially if it meant he could get some
dick without having to reveal he was a raging homo.  Within seconds he and
Paul held each other's dicks, and Paul was wittering on about how fat and
big it felt.  Andy knew he was rubbish at wanking Paul off, but it was just
so damn hot he didn't care.   Pretty soon he realised that none of the four
of them were looking at any porn, but were all staring at each other's
dicks, and something in Andy clicked at this sensation: he took his hand
back from Paul's cock and began to jack himself again, this time sitting on
the bed with his legs spread wide, his left hand teasing his balls and
nipples, even slightly toying with his secret boy muscle.  He wanted the
others to see what a great wanker he was, and how well he understood his own
body and his large dick.  Scotty and Chaz were transfixed, and they both
took charge of their own cocks again, staring at Andy's firm young body and
beautiful penis.  Andy loved the attention.  Paul looked over proudly: Andy
was his friend, and he'd been sure Andy would go all the way when Scotty and
Chaz had suggested getting Andy involved in their group fun, but Paul had no
idea that Andy was such a hung little hottie under his school uniform.  Andy
groaned and pulled faster, knowing he was going to shoot soon, but not
wanting to pop off first.  He needn't have worried: just as he was thinking
that, Chaz gave a huge groan and cried "oh man, I'm gonna shoot..." and Andy
stared as a hot little load splashed onto his stomach while he was yanking
away at high speed.  This did something for Scotty, who threw his head back
and cried out as he produced a much larger load that released itself in 5 or
6 chunky boyspurts over his chest.  That was enough for Andy.  Scotty's
cumshot was as hot as anything he'd seen on the net, and Andy moved his arm
up a gear and let his orgasm trip over the line.  He swore and panted, on
fire with the imminence of a powerful climax, pulling his balls at the
precise moment.  A large volley of spunk slashed Andy across his own face,
some landing on his lips.  He greedily licked it up while his body pumped
about a gallon more over his chest and stomach, finally dribbling out the
last into his tidy bush.  The others were staring, astonished.  Andy let
their eyes wander over his body, loving the feeling of showing off.  "Andy,
man, fucking hell..." groaned Paul, who let go his own load over Andy's leg
at that point.  "Look at how much he shoots!" cried Scotty, getting up and
coming over from the other bed for a closer look.  And then they each three
took it in turns to hold his still hard, spunky dick, while Andy grinned,
still tingling from the his orgasm until he closed his eyes and let them all
explore his body, until, magically, he felt three eager mouths and tongues
scarfing up the chestload of jizz he'd produced for them...

At last Andy's young balls pumped out their stuff.  He lay back naked on his
bed, on the wet towel he and his brother had both used, head back, fist
flying, balls churning.  He tried to muffle his own cries as a sizeable load
at last erupted from his large solid cock, and just like the load he'd
produced for his three wank buddies it made a great sexy mess of his stomach
and chest.  He lay there, panting, swimming in the wonderful feeling of
recovering from such a climax.

"Finally finished, little bro?" smiled Marty, standing by the door.

"Fuck, Marty, how long have you been there?" said Andy, terrified, standing
up and trying to wrap the towel round him, and rub the spunk away.

"Long enough, Andy, long enough to see how desperate to get off you were, so
I thought I'd let you carry on."

Andy said nothing; surprised that Marty wasn't teasing him.  He carried on,
not waiting for Andy to answer.

"You've grown up, haven't you...?  I hadn't noticed.  Next time you get that
horny, wake me up, bro.  I'm sure we can share a porno or something."  His
words were serious, intimate.  Then he laughed again as he left the room.

Andy lay back down and let the towel fall open.  He grinned.  Wow!  A wank
with his brother?  Could that really happen?  His eye caught sight of
Marty's gym gear on the radiator, and his cock twitched again at the green
Jockeys.

"Wonder if I've got time for seconds?" he thought, smiling to himself.

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