Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1998 19:11:41 EDT
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: On the Hunt with Big Brother

On the Hunt with Big Brother.
By MJAC

This is a work of partial fiction. Parts of this did happen and I have never
had a problem with it. If sex between boys upsets you please do not read
beyond this warning. This story contains images of homosexual acts between
consenting parties. I hope if you do read this you enjoy it and the fantasy
that it envokes in you. I hope also that you can distinguish fantasy from
reality and always practice Safe Sex!
Nuf said. On to the story.

	I grew up in a big family, irish of course. Our ages for the 7 of us (3 boys,
4 girls) spread over a ten year gap. I was the youngest, opposite my brother
the eldest. Being ten years younger than him had many pluses and minuses. I
was always the "little brother," always getting in the way and into his
things. I also had a good benchmark with which to gauge what I'd look like in
ten years time.
	As we were such a large family, we all shared rooms with our siblings. Myself
with my brothers in one room, my sisters in two separate rooms. I slept with
my middle brother in one bed since Gerry was given a bed to himself being he
was the oldest. It wasn't the most comfortable sleeping situation as the bed I
shared was only a full size. I always envied that Gerry had a bed of his own.
I couldn't wait to have one of my own. 
	Being such a large family, we were relaxed about nudity and running in and
out of the bathroom in the buff, especially my parents. Saturday mornings I
can remember my dad sitting on the stairs talking on the phone butt naked with
his dick flopping around.  It didn't phase me to see his cock but I was amazed
by it's size compared to mine of five years old. I had no designs to see it
hard since that was beyond my keen. As I said we were relaxed and I was
routinely bathed with my older sister until at least 7 years of age.
	As my brother Gerry was a decade older when I was five, he was a fifteen year
old high school jock in the throws of full raging puberty. I had once found a
Playboy magazine in his dresser which held no real significance to me other
than fascination about the naked women that looked nothing like my mom. I put
it back without him finding out about my snooping. He would've killed me if he
knew. Typical little brother antics. I didn't realize how horney from hormones
my brother was and what it would soon mean to me. 
	One early summer afternoon, I came in to change into my swim trunks to go
into the toy pool in the back yard. As I entered the bedroom, not expecting
Gerry to be there. I stooped dead as I saw Gerry laying on his bed with
nothing but a t-shirt on. He had a girlie magazine in one hand and his other
wrapped around his hard dick. It was deep red and slick with spit and his
knuckles were white with a strong grip on it. He jumped a bit and hid the
magazine under his pillow in an instant and started to yell about the lack of
privacy this home offered. Through all this I was mesmerised by the look of
his cock which softened only slightly. It was probably only about 6 inches
hard at that time but it looked immense to me. Seeing my scared/entranced
state, Gerry calmed a bit and told me to shut the door before someone else
came upstairs. I asked shakilly why his dick looked like that being curious
about this new site. He guided me to his bed and sat me down next to him. I
couldn't take my eyes off his dick. He tried to explain carefully what he was
doing swearing me never to tell anyone about it. I agreed of course. This was
almost special, my older brother taking the time to tell me secrets that we'd
share alone. It was exciting to me. He explained about getting older and the
changes his body was going through. How he started sprouting pubic hair
earlier on and how his dick had grown bigger. I was amazed and enthralled. He
then spread his legs to give me a better view and then grabbed hold if his now
fully erect shaft to show it off to me. He started to slowly stroke it and
spit on it to lube it up again. I watched like I was faced to face with a
cobra, locked in it's gaze. That's when he asked me, "Do you want to fell it?"
He assured me it felt neat. I needed very little encouragement. I reached over
and took hold of his shaft. I was stuck by the feeling. Hotter than my hand
and pulsing with a life of it's own. It was sticky and rubbery feeling and the
viens reminded me of a grip of a hockeystick handle. Gerry spit on the head
and told he to run my hand up and down as he had been doing. My hand barely
fit around it but I did my best for my brother who seemed to like the
sensation of a hand other than his own. I continued unitl he told me to stop,
much to my disappointment.
	With a glint in his eye, he asked me to try something he'd seen in one of his
magazines. He promised I'd like it and I would not get in trouble. He grabbed
hold of his dick and squeezed it starting at the base and slowly moved it up
to the head. As he got to the top, a tiny drop of liquid appeared at the piss-
slit. He dabbed his finger in it and then brought it to my mouth and told me
to taste it. After I did he asked me how it tasted. I told him it was salty
but sweet. I liked the way it tasted and told him so. He said there was more
and instructed me in the easiest way to get it was to take it right from the
tip of his dick. Nervously I bent my head into his lap as he leaned back onto
his bed. At first I lapped at his cock like a puppydog which set him into
convultions of pleasure. This was obviously as new a sensation to him as to
me. It was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying but I knew he wouldn't
want me to stop so soon. I guess instinct took over and I decided put my mouth
over the entire bulbous head. What a great feeling having his cock in my mouth
and the taste was intoxicating to me. I knew at that moment I'd found
something I'd forever enjoy. Gerry started to jerk his dick of below my lips
which sent more of that delicious fluid into my eager mouth. It seemed there
was more and more as I continued. I was enjoying every moment of this
attention that Gerry was giving me. I looked up to see a look of pure
satisfaction in his face as he beemed down at me.
At that moment, he started to moan loader and really started to pull on his
cock. It was now blood red and seemed to have gotten thicker as he pounded it
for all he was worth. He said that I was about to get a big shot of that
"candy" that I was working for. I had my mouth right on the head as he began
to spill his load. I was startled as the first shot jetted into my mouth and
hit the back of my throat and almost pulled away but he held onto the back of
my head so there was no where to go. I'm sure there really wasn't much, but it
seemed my mouth was filled with the sticky fluid which I eagerly savored and
consumed. After his orgasm passed and he calmed, I saw the sheen of sweat that
covered his body and felt closer to him than I'd ever had. I continued to
clean his cock trying to get as much of that wonderful cream as I could until
he told me to stop or he'd have a heart attack.  He mussed my hair and
reminded me not to tell anyone. I promised I wouldn't. He jumped off the bed
and said he was going to take a shower to cool off and get rid of the sweat
we'd worked up. I sat on his bed and watched him leave the room with a towel
wrapped around him as he went to the bathroom. I felt so special to be on his
bed and at having shared that moment.
	That summer Gerry treated me to more of his "candy" several more times and
told me more about his penis and sperm. It was the best summer I had known for
a long time. I felt special because he was treating me so well. It
unfortunately didn't last. At the end of that summer I'd gone up to our room
to get some of my brothers special candy. When I asked him, he coolly said no
and that I couldn't have it any more. I was crushed and wondered what I'd done
wrong. How had I upset him to that point of him breaking off our special
relationship. I left the room almost crying. He told me not to be upset and to
just forget it had happened. I tried to. I was again the pesky little brother
who he had no time for.
	As I grew and made friends, I was eager to show them the special tricks I
knew. I knew at that point I was gay even if I didn't understand it. I got
better at sucking cock as I got older and was estatic when I finally hit
puberty and could make my own "candy." I couldn't get enough and had many
suck-buddies. I turned out to be much like my brother Gerry at 15. High school
was great and I had more cock and cum than I could ever want. I was not a
"fag" since I was big (5' 10" by 9th grade) and a semi-jock. Even with all of
it, I still yearned to share that special moment with my brother again.
	At 18, now old enough to know better, I was determined to get in the sack
with Gerry again. I'd also learned about the pleasure that my ass could give
thanks to some of my jock buddies. I wanted a re-match now that I knew what I
wanted. Besides, he'd turned into one hell of a hot man! 
	My father taught Gerry to hunt deer and annually went on hunting trips before
Thanksgiving. Now that I was old enough, I was invited along finally. To my
surprise, Dad couldn't go and instructed Gerry to take me along and start
showing me how to hunt and shoot.
As it turned out, Gerry now 28, and his friends had taken on the tradition of
the hunting weekend. It resembled more of a party. What time wasn't spent
traipsing through the woods was spent drinking and laughing in the cabin. For
me it was an acceptance into the big boys club. It was a passage into
adulthood that I was eager to make.
	Gerry took me out into the woods and showed me the good trails that they used
to hunt on. What to look for and rudimentary tracking skills. Later, he had me
try shooting the rifle to get the feel for it and said he'd work me up to the
shotgun by the weekends end. I was getting that feeling again of being close
with my brother and sharing eachothers time. I had a warm glow going through
me that was creating renewed fantasies about Gerry and I. When we finally got
back to the cabin, the next phase of the initiation took place. The drinking.
There was about 6 of us in the cabin and my brothers friends had brought beer
and brandy along. They all took a swig and passed the bottle on to the next
person. Finally it came to me and they routed me on as I took a belt. To say
it burned is putting it mildly. Beer was the strongest drink I'd had up til
then and I went into a coughing fit that had the others howling with laughter.
The all cheered me later when I'd gotten over it. It was a great night and
would be getting better.
	After dinner was done and we all had a good buzz on, it was time to turn in.
Gerry and I took the main bedroom. The others divided up the spare room and
the living area as bedrooms. The room wasn't very large and had only one bed.
This excited me and made me nervous at the same time. Gerry casually said we'd
share the bed since the cabin was chilly and drafty. The bed had a big down
comforter on it that looked like it been there for years. It seemed the worse
for wear but Gerry asured that what it lacked in looks, it made up for in
warmth. I was more than willing to find that out for myself. All this
excitement started to make my dick get hard and I had a hard fought time
calming down or blow the plans that were running through my mind. 
	He reminded me we had to get up early so we should hit the sack. He peeled
out of his clothes and down to the themal union suit beneath. The buttons were
opened down to his waist and gave me a great look at his hairy chest. It was
matted down but thick and covered all the way down till it disappeared where
it seemed to get even thicker. The thought that I'd have the same pelt in a
few years made me smile. His crotch was hidden but it was making quite a
visible package and strained the final button of the union suit. I could only
see a hint the pink wrinkled flesh of his shaft that was coiled below tangled
with his dark bush of pubic hair. I quickly followed in undressing down to
nothing but my flannel boxer shorts. They're feel great and are pretty warm.
The fly in them gives easy access to get to my cock but doesn't do the best
job keeping it in. It was even less effective with the extra blood slowly
filling it. I was flustered and quickly jumped under the comforter hoping he
didn't notice. He crawled in and turned off the light and said good night. He
turned away from me and curled up and went to sleep. 
	At first I decided It would be better to do the same and turned my back to
his. This was probably for the best as my dick was now almost fully hard. For
all I wanted to just grab hold of him I decided that it wasn't a good idea.
Before long he was snoring away while I just couldn't seem to relax enough. I
don't know when but I did finally fall asleep but it wasn't very restful. I
had some really intensly erotic dreams which got the better of me and I was
startled awake by the impending orgasms that was ready to let loose. Sure
enough, my pecker had found it's way through the boxer's fly. I quickly
grabbed it to stop the flow of jism burning down the tube. I stooped it just
in time but the head had drooled out some pre-cum already on the boxers. It
was then, with my fingers gripping my hard dick holding back a load and trying
not to wake Gerry, that I noticed that he and I were face to face. I could
just make out the outlines of his rugged face in the dark. I felt his hot
breath hit my face as he exhaled. Needless to say this was not helping
matters. I laid there stock still figuring out what to do. My body was
electrified and my senses were in overdrive. It was then that I noticed
something I hadn't before. After tramping through the woods all day wrapped in
outdoor gear and not having taken a shower before bed, Gerry smelled. He
smelled fucking hot! His musky sweat scent assailed my nose and made me dizzy.
I breathed deep to take in as much of his essence as I could handle. I got
such a rush off his stink that thoughts off calming down my erection were
dropped like a cockwhore to his knees.
	My dick got ridged again and the pressure of the trapped load of jism was
getting painful. I then decided I wasn't going to waste this load that Gerry
had inspired. With my other free hand I cupped my palm under the head of my
cock. I slowly relaxed my grip on the head with the other. The juice trapped
within started to slowly ooze out into my waiting hand. I stopped the flow
again so I wouldn't spill any of my precious juice. I brought my hand up to my
face and, while looking at Gerry's handsome face, lapped the seed out of my
hand. I savored that sweat cream and swirled it around. With Gerry's funk
filling my nose and my sweet jism now rolling around in my mouth, I was in
such a hot state that I decided to get adventurous. I again reached down to my
throbbing cock and  dribbled a thick wad of cum on my fingertips. Carefully
and slowly, I brought my hand out from under the comforter and over Gerry's
parted lips. I tilted my fingers down so the pearl of cum would drip off. My
hand was shaking from the adrenalin high I was caught in. I made sure not to
get to close and kept the dip clear of his dark mustasche. I was mesmerised as
the drop slowly eased off from my fingers and bungeed down toward his mouth. I
gasped silently as it made contact with his lower lip while still connected to
my hand. There was a tingle in my hand that I probably imagined. It continued
to flow down the strand between he and I until there wasa a good drop of it on
his lip.
	Suddenly he stirred! SHIT! I pulled my hand quickly away and back under the
covers. I squinted my eyes closed in case he opened his. He took a big breath
in and then , to my extreme joy, LICKED his lips! SCORE! His tounge ran over
his lips reflexively and comlpetely cleaned off my jism. He smacked his lips
as he swallowed down the mix of saliva and sperm. My sperm. If I wasn't
holding my cockhead, he'd have been shot with the rest of the salvo waiting in
my piss tube which now was in dire need of release. I had an evil grin from
ear to ear. I started to divy up the rest of the load. A palmful for me, a
drop or two for Gerry. I continued until it was completely consumed by the two
of us. The entire time my hardon raged and didn't subside even when emptied of
its load. I laid there and relaxed, breathing in Gerry's marvelous musk. I
dropped off to sleep satisfied and warm next to my big brother knowing I'd
shared some of myself with him. 
	I was awoke what seemed like moments after I'd passed out by a sharp wrap in
the head. It was Gerry. He'd already gotten out of bed and was stretching
himself awake. Trying to focus in the dim pre-dawn light coming in the small
window, I looked toward Gerry rubbing my head. "Hurry up kid or all the deers
will be gone," Gerry stated sarcastically. My eyes cleared and focused as
Gerry began scratching  and rubbing his exposed chest. I tried not to stare to
blatantly. My vision cleared and I was treated to an outrageous sight that is
forever etched in my mind. Gerry's morning piss hardon had snaked down his leg
and was trying to rear up away from his leg trapped against the fabric of the
union suit. My mouth went dry. It was like a Tom of Finland drawing comew to
life. It looked to be a good 8 or 9 inches long and thick. I could make out
the outline of the head clearly, about the size of a peach. I blanked. I
couldn't say or do anything except look at that piece of trapped steel. I
finally pulled it together and shifterd my gaze. He left the room and headed
for the bathroom withhalf closed eyes. I could hear the stream of heavy piss
splashing in the bowl and picture the scene in my head. My morning hardon
raged! I gripped and revelled in its turgid firmness. I rubbed the head with a
spit coated finger and sent waves of pleasure through to my balls. I was
dissappointed as the torrent of piss Gerry was ridding himself of stopped. I
knew he'd be back in a moment and jumped out of bed. I stuffed my still hard
pecker into my boxers and cursed myself. The boxers tented immediately and I
went manic figuring out how to dodge the bullet that I saw coming. I decided
that I'd better try and pass him in the hall quickly and duck into the
bathroom before he noticed. It worked with a " It's about time you got out of
there Gunga Dinn," as we passed. I shut the door and set the hook to keep the
door shut. I pulled down my boxers and went to town of my cock. I pumped it
furiously and was quickly spewwing my cum up onto my chest. I collected as
much as I could and treated myself to a breakfast appetizer of my jism. It
tasted even saltier with the bit of piss that was mixed with it. I then set to
taking that piss that was waiting. It took a sec to change the plumbing but I
was soon repeating Gerry's torrent. 
	At breakfast,  we all set out our plans for where we'd be going for the day.
Gerry said we'd head to the northeast up the slope a ways and see if any bucks
would show. The others headed away from us so everyone had a good range to
cover. We headed out after a huge breakfast and up. As we marched, Gerry went
further into detail about hunting and techniques. Little hints like never
wearing colonges or using scented soaps, the deers could smell that a mile
away and would avoid you. He admitted they don't shower while there hunting so
they smell more natural. He'd only brought the one shotgun and explained
proper holding and setting of the gun to avoid accidents. We reached a spot
that he said might be good and we croatched down and scanned the forest. I was
cold. He said that this was the biggest part of hunting, patience. Not to move
around, be quiet and wait. After three hours of waiting and small talk, The
cold air and the morning coffee finally kicked in. I told Gerry I needed to
take a piss. He stopped me before I got up and reached into his pack. He
pulled out a empty lidded jar and said I'd have to use this. Pissing on the
forest would spread our scent on the wind and keep bucks away. I agreed with
the logic. I turned slightly, unzipped and pulled out my dick. The cold air
blowing on it sent a chill up my back. I kneeled and nervously started to
piss. I could tell my brother was watching. I kept cool, finished pissing and
closed the bottle. It was a third full and the urine was a bright yellow. I
passed it back to Gerry who exchanged it for the shotgun. He opened the jar,
unzipped and pulled out his limp dick. He did nothing to hide it as he placed
the head into the jars openning. He let loose a steady stream of piss that
filled another third of the jar. I stole glimpses as I casually scanned the
forest. It was a beauty. Pink and chubby with a large piss slit on the tip. He
finished and closed the jar and put it back in the pack. He pulled out some
jerky and handed my a strip. I handed him back the gun and jokingly said that
the coffee had the same effect. He quickly remarked, "we seem to have the same
equipment so I guess that about right." 
	We decided we'd waited long enough and headed back to the cabin. When we got
there, he started me shooting the rifle at empty cans at 20 yards. I took to
it pretty quickly. Pleased, he then decided to have me try the shotgun. He was
a good instructor and I enjoyed him positioning my around while standing
behind me. He grabbed my waist a few time and put his arms around me to adjust
my grip and placement on the gun. He then told me to take a shot. I slowly
pulled the trigger. Besides the load blast, the recoil of the shotgun hammered
my shoulder painfully. I almost dropped the gun as I cursed and grabbed my
shoulder. Gerry chuckled a bit and said that it had been the same his first
time the big gun. He did tell me that I'd hit the target during all this. I
didn't really care with the shooting pain. He said I'd get used to it after a
couple of more times but we'd stopp for a now and get warmed up inside. 
	Once inside, he put on the kettle and told me to take the piss jar from the
pack and dump it. I found it in the bottom of the pack. I also saw as I
fumbled through it a porn mag mixed in with the shells and provisions. Hmm. I
grabbed the jar but left the mag. It was some girlie one from what I could
tell. I went into the bathroon and pour the piss in the toilet and flushed. I
decided to taste the final drop of our mixed piss. It tasted different but not
bitter as I though it might. Something for another day I decided.
	Returning to the common room, Gerry had a cup of cocoa waiting. I grabbed to
lift it and winced as the pain in my shoulder flaired. Gerry noticed and said
it would be okay in a while but I'd probably have a bruise. He jumped up and
wen't into the bathroom and returned with a tube of something. He told me to
take off my shirt so he could put some of the deep heat rub on me. I did so
and was treated to a thorough shoulder massage. The ointment felt great as it
warmed and numbed the shoulder. Gerry's strong fingers felt even better. A
moan escaped as he made sure he worked the entire area. He told me if it
bothered me tomorrow he'd do it again. My dick twitched as I made him promise
to keep his word. 
	The door banged open and I jumped. One of Gerry's pals was hooting and
hollaring that he'd bagged a 4 pointer and to come give him a hand dragging it
the rest of the way back. We got our coats on and helped bring the buck back.
It was a big one alright. We finished tieing it up to hang outside till we
loaded it into the truck tomorrow. Dinner that night was a real celebration.
We drank whiskey and listened to the story of how he'd landed the buck. It was
great. I felt like a part of this group of men. I was drunk from the whiskey
and the experience before long. If I'd had any more, I'd probably have tried
to take all of them on. I stumbled to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
Gerry came in stumbling slightly less so soon after and laughed at his drunken
little brother. He sat down roughly next to me smacked my butt a few times and
said I should turn in. He helped me to get my clothes off down to my boxers
and pushed me onto the bed. I was to blitzed to put up any kind of struggle.
He then strripped down to his union suit which had all the buttons open
andjust hid his cock from my sight. As he started to get under the covers, I
protested. I said that if he wore that stinking union suit I'd puke from the
stench. I probably would have too. "Fine, but I won't be responsible if you
end up with a sore asshole in the morning," he quipped. I brazenly said he was
too drunk to get his dick up let alone in my ass. "Oh yeah? Watch this you
little shit," he slurred. He got to his feet wobbling and slipped out of the
thermal suit. I had died and was going to heaven. There he stood in all his
naked glory with a crooked smile on his face and a evil glint in his eye.
"I'll show you who can't get it up."
	He grabbed his limp tube and started squeezing. It started coming to life
slowly. When it had enough blood in it, he started shaking it and smacking it
against his belly and leg. It was getting bigger by the moment and I stared
drunkenly as this miracle of flesh filled out. Gerry alternated between the
smacking and stroking his hard dick while giggling drunkenly. My jaw hung limp
and a pool of drool was forming. He seemed to be encouraged by my drunken
adoration. he really started working his mammoth prick and added a glob of
spit. It glistened as he took his hand away. "What do you have to say now
limpdick?" he sneered. He posed with his giant rod jutting out at an angle to
me and a string of pre-cum starting to decend from the tip. My drop of drool
mimiced his pre-cum from off my slack jaw. He was further emboldened by my
entranced state. 
	"And if you want stench," he said as he started to turn, "try this!" With his
fur covered ass pointed at my face, he let loose a loud fart whose blast of
noxious gas I could feel hit my face. I couldn't take it ant longer. I had to
have it. I lunged forward onto my stomach as I hooked my hands around his firm
thighs. I pulled him back and drove my face between his furry cheeks. I had my
toungue lapping and poking his shit hole be fore he knew what was happening.
He tried to pull away to steady himself but I wouldn't release him. He yelled
"What the fuck are you..." but never got to finish his though. I had sank my
toungue into his hole and past his anal ring. His tender pink flesh felt like
melting butter to my wet toungue as I probed his hot shithole. The taste of
him pushed me to drive further. He stoped pulling away and started to back
into my face as the sensation of having me in him started to register.
"Fuckin' shit, man. What are you doin' back there. I can't...cant'...." Gerry
breathlessly said then let out a loud moan. My nose was burried in his ass
crack rubbing in the sweat and grime and inhaling the heady scent. I cleaned
two days of funk off that furry chasm as he started to rock back and forth. My
face was as wet as his ass. 
	As he was no longer struggling away from me I released his right leg and
moved my hand to the middle of his back and pushed to have him bend over more
so I could go even farther. He did easily and I backed off a bit to look at
his wonderful pucker which was engorged with blood and shiny with spit. I
could also see his heavy nutsack hanging down. They were gorgeous and I
lightly grabbed and pulled at them. Gerry was in heaven and in under the
control of his passion which was burning out of control. Gerry was moaning
with every tug on his scrotum. I then began rubbing with my thumb that spot
between his balls and his butthole. This had him squirming and puishing back
harder against my thumb. I then continued my tongue worship of his asshole. He
was begging for me to keep it up and had started to jack his rod. I was so
excited I was sure I'd blow a load if I so much as looked at my pecker. 
	Seeing how much he liked me playing with his ass and the expert rimming I was
giving him, I started smacking his ass and spitting at his shithole. I told
him how good his ass tasted and that I wanted it for so long. I was getting
really raunchy with him and he responded in kind. "Yeah. Clean that crack out.
Get my shit off of it that furry hole. Do it! Fucking eh!" Gerry sneared. It
pushed me on and I grabbed his nutsack and rolled his golfball nuts around in
my hand. His pumping fist would bump mine as he reached the bottom of his
pulsing shaft. My senses were in overdrive and the inhibition switch was off.
I decided to really have Gerry going. 
	I backed off his ass and smiled wickedly. There was my hot older brother bent
over with my hand wrapped around his nuts, his ass slicked by my spit, and his
friends looking at us both from the door to the room dumbfounded. I gazed
evilily at them, this was between Gerry and me, and went back to work. I
sucked on my finger till it was coated with a good slather of spit and took
target at Gerry's pulsing hole. I placed my fingertip against his pucker and
started rubbing it in circles. His sphinkter surged and my finger slipped in
easily. I pushed it in slowly still circling my finger against his ring. I
slowly brought it back out which made Gerry whimper and pleads for it again.
As I sunk my finger back in, I ran my tounge around where his anus met my it.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIT!" he yelled and pumped his dick so hard his body shook. I
started pistoning my finger as far in as I could. He gasped and I felt his
nuts start to rise. I released them and started helping him pump with my hand
behind his. His cock was rock hard and hot as iron. With my lips sucking on
his rectum and my hand smacking his ass, he cried out, "Jees... I'm blowin'
it.... I can't help..... can't hold... back....AAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
	I kept my jerking hand over the tip of his dick. The head surged as his
scalding load of fuckjuice found its way out. It erupted and oozed out between
my fingers completely coating my hand. He pumped several good sized salvo into
my waiting hand. Gerry continued until the sensitive head had his body
spasming. I could hear him whimper as he reluctantly stopped pounding his
meatpole. I pulled off his ass and scrambled to get up. I shot up with my
pecker standing straight up against my belly and dribbling pre-cum. I wrapped
my arm around his chest and squeezed myself against his back. I brought my
covered hand around the front of him. I knew what I wanted. Gerry was now
supported wobbly by me and panting heavily. I brought my jism coated fingers
to his opened mouth and forced him to take them in. He greedily slurped and
licked his "candy" off my fingers in between moans of ecstasy. I looked past
him at the door to where his friends stood. they all had their throbbing
peckers out and were pounding them to beat the band. One guy, Tim I think, was
down on his knees next to another with his arm wrapped around the guys leg and
head resting against  his thigh. He had spots of jism splattered around his
face which looked so hot.
	Gerry had cleaned my hand and was smearing it over his face to get thet last
of his spent load off if it. I sat back on the bed and turned him around. I
sucked his still hard slimy dick into my dry mouth.  I cleaned the remains of
his sweet load off his cock and out of his pisser. His cum tasted as I
remebered it and I languidly swashed it inside my mouth. I was in a numb state
of excitement but wasn't ready for it to be over. I hadn't finished yet and I
knew we both had several loads waiting inside. While I still had my mouth on
his cock, I again returned my finger to his asshole. Gerry jumped slightlyt
then started to settle down on it. He was hookled and in love with the
sensation. I got my finger back inside his hot hole which sent another glob of
his cum into my mouth. I pulled off his meat and looked up to see him smiling
in the afterglow through half closed eyes. He looked so hot and glistened from
sweat. He was running his hands over his furry chest and tweeking his erect
nipples. I laid back on the bed from my sitting position. Looking down at my
cock standing upright from my chest and beyond to Gerry, I decided I wanted to
feel myself inside him. He obviously liked his butt played with. I scooted
toward the edge of the  bed and got my legs between his bowed legs. I vibrated
my fingers that were inside his ass which made Gerry moan loadly. I began
guiding him toward the bed and my fuckstick. He jerkily followed the pull at
his asshole knowing what was to come. When he got to against the edge of the
bed with my spreading legs securing him. I grabbed his cock and jerked it to
get the last drops of his cum in my hand. I then spit into my hand and mixed
our juices. I moved it between his legs and applied it around his ready hole.
I lifted my legs which forced him to kneel on the bed over my stomach,
perfectly aligned for the impaling of my throbbing  moist dick I grabbed hold
of his hips and slowly pushed him back toward my drooling member. As his ass
made contact with the head of my rod, I felt how hot his pucker was and how
ready he was for it. 
	There would be no gentility in Gerry's entry. I pushed his hips back while
thrusting forward, stuffing him with my 8 inches of steel which was poking
through the opening of my boxers. Gerry screamed at the intrusion and bucked
to get it out of him. I held his hips forcing him back onto my pole. He
grabbed his fully harden cock again while adjusting to the sensation of having
me in his backdoor. He had a tear running down his cheek but a determined look
on his face that urged me on. I started thrusting upward with my hips into
him. He gave me enough room in his kneeling position to give him a good
stroking with my cock which his ass gripped tightly. I wasn't going to last
long and I knew it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on fucking Gerry for as
long as I could. It felt so hot inside his asshole. The feeling it was sending
my cock and the fulfillment of having Gerry was just too much.  I started
rapid fuck strokes which had him bouncing and gasping as I reached as far in
as I could go. He had his heads thrown back and was pummeling his fuckstick
which was a mean color of scarlet. I couldn't take it. "Here it comes Ger,
Take it! Take...AAAAAAAAGH!" was as much as I got out before I couldn't form
words any more. Each thrust into Gerry sent another blast of my cum into his
slick and burning chute. I grunted with each push and wanted to get further
into him before it ended. My cum started to ooze out of his worked hole and
down into my pubic hairs and soaking my boxers. It  started causing sloppy
sound as our bodies made contact.
	When I slowed my thrust, Gerry stepped up his bouncing on my jism slicked
cock loving the ride. I finally grabbed his hips and planted his wet ass on my
crotch to stop him. He cooed at having my dick fully in him and jerk his cock
like a madman. He wiggled his butt in my lap to feel it rub his nut inside and
started to breathe heavy.
	"Oh yeah. Yeah! YEAH!" Gerry bellowed in the tidal wave of orgasm. Then he
did something which surprized and thrilled me. Just as he w as about to bust
his second load, he sprang off my slowly softening cock and straddled my chest
and leaned over my face pumping his busting dick. Moaning from deep inside
him, he let his load go and rained his cum over my face. I opened my mouth as
wide as I could to catch as much of his juice as possible. Glob after glob
struck my face. My tounge flashed around trying to lap up what it could reach.
Sweat dripped of Gerry and mixed with his juice. Once Gerry was empty of his
spunk, he leaned closer and smeared his slimy head all over my face from pool
to pool of his cooling cum. He drag it around then back to my mouth to be
cleaned off. It must of been a sight as Gerry smiled and chuckled quietly. Now
fully exhausted, Gerry slumped next to me on the bed breathlessly. He easily
grabbed me and pulled us together. We looked into eachothers eyes and found
long lost friends within. He pulled my face close and licked and kissed it
clean of his load then dove into my mouth with his tounge and shared the taste
of eachother. 
	Finally looking at our audience at the door, we sat up cradled in eachothers
arms, me in front with my back against Gerry's damp chest. There where Tim and
the others in a hot threeway. Tim was backed to the wall sitting on the floor
with one guy roughly fucking his face. The other was behind him munching on
his asshole. Gerry reached down to my sticky crotch and started playing with
my cock and balls. He nuzzled against my neck and whispered into my ear, "When
they're done and you're ready, I get to suck down that load you still got."
	Who was I to disappoint my big brother.

-Fin-

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