Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 16:02:52 -1000
From: Chris Parker <lavarock69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kyle and His Brothers

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KYLE AND HIS BROTHERS

Kyle was seven months younger than me, and a year behind me in school.  We
met when I was in fifth grade.  His parents had just moved to the area, and
he started going to my school.  We hung out because my friend Mark, also a
year behind me, got to be friends with Kyle, and so we started spending a
lot of time together after school, usually the three of us, and usually at
Mark's house because he lived close to the school.  When I made the move to
middle school, and then high school, Kyle and I were kind of separated for
a year at a time, but would still get together at Mark's whenever we could.

Even though Kyle and I were friends, we had never been to each other's
house, which I guess might seem a little strange.  But he lived about ten
miles away from me, so it wouldn't have been easy getting over to his
place.  His mom would come and pick him and his brothers up after school,
usually around 4:30 or 5, so there was always time to play, but I didn't
know much about his home life.

Kyle came from a big family; he was the oldest of seven boys.  I knew some
of his brothers.  Jeff was a year younger than Kyle, then came the twins
Danny and David, then Sam, Jon, and Matty.  Kyle's mom had popped them out
one right after the other, it seemed, so there was just a year or so
between them, except for Matty, who was two years younger than Jon.  I knew
them pretty well down to the twins, but not the younger three.

I guess you could say Kyle was pretty good looking.  I didn't really pay
much attention to his looks until I hit puberty and all the horniness set
in.  I was kind of a slow bloomer; started getting fuzz at 12, but didn't
really have a respectable patch until 16, so I was always self-conscious in
the locker rooms.  I played basketball in middle school and we'd have to
take showers after practice and games.  I hated having to show off my
under-developed junk, but loved checking out the other 7th and 8th grade
dick.  The sights would fuel my frequent jagoff sessions.

Kyle didn't play basketball, so I never saw him naked.  I tried a few times
to sneak a peak at his dick when we were pissing together at the urinals,
but was never successful.  That all changed when he got to high school.

Early in the summer after my freshman year, Kyle told me he wanted to play
football.  At 5'6" he was 4 inches shorter than me and skinny as a rail, so
I told him he'd better be ready to get knocked around a bunch, but he
didn't care.  I had played football as a freshman, and now at 155 pounds I
was hoping to be able to start on the JV team as either a wide receiver or
DB, or maybe both.  But now all I could think about was that I'd finally
get to see him naked.

By the time August rolled around and practice started, Kyle had let his
brown hair grow long, and was looking really cute.  After the first
practice was over, we all headed for the locker room.  Kyle had grabbed a
locker right by mine, and we sat next to each other as we started
undressing for the shower (no pads for the first two weeks).  We both got
down to our jocks at the same time, and my heart was racing as I looked at
his respectable bulge.

I pulled my jock off first, and saw he was checking me out.  Then he took
his off and stood there facing me.  His dick was like a mirror image of
mine, about 4 inches, cut, a little more than average thickness, with a
fair patch of pubes, thicker on the sides than in the middle, just like
mine.  Even his balls looked to be the same size as mine, but having spent
the last couple of hours in a jock they weren't hanging down too far.  When
I was finally able to stop staring at his prize, I looked up and my eyes
caught his.  He knew I was checking him out, and he smiled and said, "looks
like we're practically twins down there."  I chuckled and said, "yeah, I
guess so.  But yours looks bigger on your skinny little body."  He smiled
even bigger.

We went into the showers, and he took the one next to me, facing me almost
the whole time.  He really seemed to enjoy showing off his stuff to me, and
I returned the favor.  The hot water in the shower helped our balls to drop
lower, and as he soaped up his dick for what seemed like forever, I could
feel mine start to grow.  I turned down the hot water hoping a cooler
temperature would help, but it didn't, so I decided I'd better get out of
there before I popped a full-on woody.  He left the shower right after me.
We each grabbed a towel and went back to our lockers.  I could see his dick
had gotten at least an inch longer and his helmet was noticeably bigger.
We looked each other in the eye and smiled, then got dressed.

I couldn't wait to get home.  I headed straight for my room, stripped out
of my clothes, and laid down on my bed.  My dick was rock hard.  I stared
at the ceiling, stroking it with my right hand, playing with my balls with
my left, and thinking about Kyle.  It didn't take more than about 20
seconds and I was shooting a huge load of jizz all over my chest and belly.
As I did, I imagined Kyle doing the same.  It was one of the best orgasms
I'd ever had.

Kyle and I were becoming even better friends during the football season,
and the mutual flashing never let up.  But we still never really saw each
other on the weekends.  I think he was pretty busy with his family, and I
would hang out with my other friends.  One of them, Joel, was in my grade
and had been my sole sexual partner.  We'd started fondling and sucking
each other in 7th grade during sleepovers, and that continued off and on
until the beginning of sophomore year, when he moved on to girls.  I, on
the other hand, was only interested in Kyle.

The next August, Kyle's brother Jeff joined the football team as well.
Jeff was a couple of inches taller than Kyle and more muscular.  He was
also very good looking.  And, it turned out, he was as much of a show-off
about his body as was his brother.  His dick was about the same size as
Kyle's (and mine), but he had a pretty thick bush for a freshman.  By now
my fur had pretty well filled in, so I was happy about that.  Kyle's had
too, but Jeff still had more fur.  There were many times after practice
that I'd be sitting on the bench by my locker, and Kyle or Jeff would be
standing naked right in front of me, practically sticking their dicks in my
face.  I jacked myself raw thinking about that.

The girls were pretty crazy about Kyle and Jeff, but the brothers just
played it cool.  They'd flirt, but neither one of them ever really asked a
girl out.  Of course, neither one could drive, but it still made me happy
that they, like me, didn't seem to be interested in girls much.  Towards
the end of that year my dad bought me a car, a piece of crap Sentra that
was five years old.  It was an okay car, but nothing that would turn any
heads.  A girl asked me to the prom (yeah, girls thought I was kinda hot),
so I went, but was just going through the motions.  I'm sure she was
disappointed that I never called her again.

But I had wheels, and that was great.  Now I had a way to get to Kyle's
anytime I wanted, but he and Jeff were running track and his weekends were
still too busy for me.  That all changed at the end of May.  Kyle called me
one evening and asked if I wanted to spend Memorial Day weekend at his
place, and of course I said yes.  They were gonna set up a tent in the back
yard, and we could sleep wherever we wanted.  Since there would be no
school on Monday, I'd have three whole days to spend with Kyle.  I was
jacking as soon as I hung up the phone.  But I had no idea what I was in
for.

Friday finally came, and after school I went home, packed enough stuff to
last the weekend, and waited for Kyle to call and tell me he was done with
track practice.  I was so turned on I was afraid I'd shoot a load in my
pants.  I was gonna spend three days and nights with Kyle, but it was the
nights I was looking forward to most.

Kyle had given me directions to his house, which turned out to be really
easy to find.  It was a nice house with a big yard.  When I got there, all
seven of the boys came running out to greet me.  Kyle introduced me to all
of them again, since I hadn't seen the younger ones for a couple of years.
Then he gave me a tour of the house.  His parents had built on a huge
master bedroom on the first floor the year before.  That meant Kyle and
Jeff now had the old master bedroom on the second floor, and it was sweet.
The twins had their own room, with twin beds (go figure), and the three
younger boys shared the third bedroom.  Sam and Jon slept in bunk beds (Sam
on top), and Matty had a single bed.  There was a bathroom on the second
floor with a tub and no shower, and Kyle's room had its own bathroom with a
shower and no tub.

Like I said, Kyle's room was sweet.  There was a queen-size bed that he and
Jeff shared, a futon that folded out into a guest bed, a desk with a
computer, a table, a couple of chairs, a 25-inch tv with a dvd player and
Playstation 2, even a little refrigerator.  No wonder I never saw him on
the weekends.

After supper we all went outside.  Kyle, Jeff and I started throwing a
football around, and Sam wanted in on the action.  For a little shit, he
could throw a pretty mean spiral, better than the rest of us, and he knew
it.  The twins weren't into sports much, and they disappeared back into the
house after a little while, along with the youngest two.  It started
getting dark after about an hour, so we all went back inside and hung out
in Kyle's room.  Kyle and Jeff tried to get rid of Sam, but he wouldn't
leave.  For whatever reason, Sam really seemed to like my company, and I
thought he was pretty cool, so it didn't bother me.

Sam, Jon, and Matty had called for the tent the first night, so Sam
eventually left to join his two younger brothers out there.  Then the twins
came in and started playing Playstation.  Jeff went into the refrigerator
and pulled out three beers, and handed one each to Kyle and me.  Then he
asked me if I wanted to join them for a smoke, went into his backpack,
pulled out a bag of weed, and rolled a fat joint.  He set up a fan to blow
out the window, then fired up the joint.  Kyle asked me "what do you say?"
and I said okay.  The twins stopped playing their game, and the five of us
sat around taking hits off the joint and blowing the smoke into the fan.

Now I don't smoke that shit very often, but I do enjoy it.  I just couldn't
believe this was happening.  Kyle said "we can't get too fucked up because
we have a track meet tomorrow morning," so he, Jeff, and I didn't smoke
much.  But those twins were like full-on stoners.  I asked Kyle how he
could keep beer in his fridge, and if his parents didn't mind.  He said
they almost never come upstairs, so not to worry.

The twins were now too baked to do anything other than sleep, so they went
back to their room all red-eyed.  Jeff put the futon in its bed position
and threw some sheets and a pillow on it.  He said he'd sleep there and
Kyle and I could have the bed.  That was fine by me.  We all stripped down
to our boxers, and Kyle set the alarm for 7 am.  He asked if I wanted to
come along to the track meet, and I said I'd see in the morning.  Then it
was lights out.

So finally, there I was, in bed with Kyle, wondering what, if anything,
would happen.  But he just said "good night," rolled on his side facing
away from me, and went to sleep.  But try as I might, there was no way I
could sleep.  After a while I could hear Kyle's breathing get very slow and
deep, and I guessed he was out of it.  He tossed and turned a little bit
and ended up on his back.  I listened to his breathing a little more, then
reached over and lightly felt his crotch.  I could feel he had a boner, and
I grabbed it lightly and stroked it a little bit.  Then, fearing he might
wake up, I stopped and played with my own raging boner for a few minutes
and finally fell asleep.

I woke up once in the middle of the night and realized Kyle was spooning
me.  I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass, and my own dick
wanted to explode.  His arm was wrapped around me, and his breathing didn't
sound as deep as before.
  I wondered if he was awake.

The alarm went off at 7, and Kyle slapped it silent.  He told Jeff to take
a shower first.  I looked over at Jeff with my eyes barely open so he
couldn't tell I was watching him.  I was hoping to get a look at a tent in
his boxers.  He did much better.  He pulled off his boxers and I saw he had
a very nice boner, about the same size as mine (7 inches), sticking up at a
45 degree angle.  He went into the shower, and I asked Kyle why he was
taking a shower if he was on his way to a track meet.  Kyle said they
always take showers first thing in the morning no matter what.

A few minutes later I heard the water turn off and Jeff came back into the
room, toweling off.  Kyle got up, shed his boxers, and I was disappointed
that he wasn't fully hard.  But he was half-mast.  He asked me again if I
wanted to go to the track meet, but since I hadn't slept much that night, I
told him I'd rather stay in bed for another hour or so.  He said "no
problem," and headed for the shower.  When he came out, he told me that his
brothers would all be coming in to shower pretty soon, so I shouldn't be
surprised.  Then he and Jeff said "see ya later" and went downstairs for
breakfast.  A little while later they were in the car and their dad was
driving them to the meet.

So I was alone in Kyle's room, and stayed in bed for about another half
hour, then decided to get up and take a shower myself.  I slipped off my
boxers and sat naked on the side of the bed, playing with my dick and
thinking about what had gone on the last 12 hours.  I stood up and was
about to head for the shower when Sam came walking in, buck naked.  He
seemed surprised to see me, but not as surprised as I was to see him.  He
looked at my semi-boner and smiled.  I looked at his dick and smiled back.
It was almost as big as mine soft, and he had a little bit of light brown
hair just starting to come in.  He said he came in to take a shower, but I
should go first.  So I did, and he sat down on one of the chairs and waited
for me to get done.

Good looks certainly seemed to run in the family, and Sam was easily the
cutest of the bunch.  Seeing that gorgeous dick, just starting to hit
puberty, really turned me on, and it was all I could do to keep from
whacking off in the shower.  When I came back out, Jon was sitting naked in
the other chair.  I made no effort to hide my junk, and walked around
letting them both take it all in.  And take it in they did.  Neither one
could take his eyes off me.  What surprised me most was how big Jon's dick
was.  It looked to be almost 5 inches soft and not at all skinny, and this
on a 12 year old.  No trace of hair yet, just an incredibly big dick and
some pretty nice-sized balls.  My jaw dropped.  Sam saw my reaction and
started to laugh.  "Huge, isn't it?" he asked.  "Damn," was all I could
say.

So it was Sam's turn to hit the shower, and I just sat there and made small
talk with Jon, unable to take my eyes off his meat.  I wrapped my towel
around me and sat down on the chair by the desk, facing him.  I knew he
could look right up the towel and see my junk, and it made me start to
harden again.  I could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying the show.

Then one of the twins came in.  I couldn't tell them apart, but Jon said
"hi Danny."  Like the others, Danny was nude, and he had a patch of pubes
on him that was like a forest.  His dick was smaller than any of his
brothers that I'd seen so far, and he had so much fur it almost hid his
cock.  He also had the beginnings of a nice treasure trail, something Kyle
and Jeff did not have.

Just then Sam got out of the shower, and the other twin came walking into
the room, naked of course.  It turned out David and Danny were identical in
every respect.  Jon started to get up to take a shower, but Danny pushed
him back in the chair.  "I'm next," he said.  "But I was here first," Jon
replied.  "Tough shit, punk.  I'm older."  So Danny went into the bathroom
and turned on the shower.  "Hey, there's no more hot water."  "Serves you
right," Jon said, then added, "now your little pecker is gonna get even
smaller."

David smacked Jon on the head and said, "Shut up you bald little donkey
meat."  Jon just laughed and said, "I'm gonna get hair someday, but you
guys are always gonna have smaller dicks than me."  David smacked him again
and said "fuck you," but Jon and Sam just busted up laughing.

Danny came back in the room and said they'd have to wait a little while for
the water to heat up again.  I decided to show the twins what I had between
my legs, since they hadn't seen it yet.  I stood up and took off my towel,
and checked to see if they were looking.  They were.  I was still at
half-mast.  I went into my bag and pulled out a pair of clean boxers,
slipped them on, grabbed the tv remote and sat on the end of the bed.  Sam
sat in my chair, and I started channel surfing.  Jon wanted me to stop at a
couple of the cartoon stations, but I just kept going.

I looked over at Sam and noticed he had a full boner going, and a pretty
good size one, too.  I kept flipping through the channels, and when I
looked at Sam again I saw he was jacking off, right in front of me and his
brothers.  Then he picked up a t-shirt off the floor and laid it across his
lap.  A few seconds later I saw him shoot a load of jizz onto the shirt.  I
realized it was my shirt.

"Did you just spunk on my shirt?" I asked him.  "Is this yours?" he asked.
"Sorry."  I went over to him and stuck my finger in the pool of cum, then
lifted it to my nose and sniffed.  "Yup," I said, "that's spunk."  Sam
looked at me with a big smile on his face and asked, "do you like it?"  I
didn't say anything, but I was tempted to taste it.  Sam's jizz wasn't
white yet, just the kinda clear stuff, but he had shot a lot of it.  I knew
my jizz would be joining his on that shirt before I put it in the laundry
at home.

A little while later the water heater had done its work, and Danny and
David were able to take their showers.  Matty came into the room as David
was finishing up.  At ten, Matty's dick and balls hadn't started growing
yet, and he was the only one of the boys who hadn't seen me naked.  David
said there wasn't a lot of hot water left, so Jon and Matty got in the
shower together.  The twins went back to their room, and Sam stayed behind.
He just sat on the chair playing with his dick, and smiling at me.

When Jon and Matty were finished with their shower we all got dressed and
went down to breakfast.  Sam asked if I wanted to throw the football around
some more, so we did.  "You sure can throw a mean football," I told Sam.
"Thanks," he said, "that's not all I'm good at."  I had no idea what he
meant by that, but didn't want to ask.

A little after noon Kyle and Jeff came back from their track meet.  After
lunch, Kyle asked me if I wanted to go swimming, and I said sure, I could
drive to the pool.  Sam wanted to go too, so Kyle, Jeff, Sam, and I headed
off to the pool.  We kept ourselves occupied the rest of the day, but I
kept thinking about Sam jacking off onto my shirt.

That night it was Kyle and Jeff's turn to sleep in the tent, and of course
wherever Kyle slept, that's where I would be.  Around dusk we headed for
the tent.  We sat around outside it for a little while first, and Jeff
pulled out another joint that he had rolled earlier.  Their parents had
gone to a party, so we didn't have to worry about them.  This time Kyle and
Jeff didn't have to worry about how stoned they got.  I smoked enough to
get really relaxed, but that was all.

We got into the tent and they told me all about the track meet.  I wasn't
real interested, but listened politely.  We crawled into our sleeping bags,
but I couldn't get comfortable.  In our little cocoons there would be no
grabbing Kyle's dick, so I was bummed.  Plus I don't really like sleeping
on the hard ground.  Kyle could tell I was tossing around and asked if
anything was wrong.  I told him I'd rather be sleeping in a bed, and asked
if it was okay if I went back inside.  He said, "no problem," but he and
Jeff would stay out there if I didn't mind.  I said okay and went up to his
room.

As I passed the twins' room, the door was shut, but I caught a whiff of the
unmistakable smell of pot burning.  I decided I'd like another hit before
going to sleep, so I knocked on the door and went inside.  I asked if I
could join them for a little while.  They both said "sure."  So I took a
few more hits, thanked them, and headed to Kyle's room.

I was surprised to find Sam in there watching some horror movie on tv, and
I think he was surprised to see me.  "Why aren't you in the tent?" he
asked.  I explained, and told him I would be sleeping in here, but he could
keep watching tv if he wanted.  Then he asked if he could sleep in here,
too.  I said, "I suppose so, but I gotta tell you I'll be sleeping naked."
(That's how I prefer to sleep, whenever I have the chance.)  He just said
"cool."

He watched as I stripped down and got under the sheets in Kyle's bed.  I
was expecting him to sleep on the futon bed, but he turned off the tv, took
off all his clothes, and climbed in with me.  He asked if I was mad at him
for jacking off on my shirt, and I told him no, just don't do it to any
more of my clothes.  He laughed, then kind of cuddled up next to me.

I wasn't sure what to do.  Here was this naked kid, my good friend's little
brother, almost 4 years younger than me, pressed up against my own naked
body, and it just felt so great.  Sure I was obsessed with Kyle, but Sam
was so damn cute, and I really liked him.  I rolled over so we were facing
each other, and put my arm around him.  He moaned softly, and I could tell
he was enjoying it.  Our hands moved around each other, and I decided to
make my move.  I grabbed his dick and found it was hard, like mine.  He did
the same to me, and we fondled each others' dicks and balls.  He seemed
really into my pubes, and I played with his little starter patch.

"Get on your back and spread your legs," he told me.  I did as he
commanded, and he pulled down the sheet covering us, then moved down so his
head was between my legs.  I knew what was coming.  Seconds later my dick
was in his mouth, and he was stroking my shaft with one hand while fondling
my nuts with the other.  "Oh my god, Sam, that feels so good."  After
everything that had happened during the last day, I knew I had to shoot a
load soon, but I didn't want it to be too soon.

It was obvious Sam had done this before, probably lots of times before.  I
knew I wouldn't last much longer, so I made him stop.  Then, I returned the
favor.  His cock tasted wonderful as I took almost all of its respectable
size into my mouth.  I moved to his balls, then licked his fuzz, and then
back to his dick.  I did everything I could to turn him on as much as
possible, and his moans told me it was working.  Before long he said
"Chris, I'm gonna cum," which was exactly what I'd been waiting for.  His
body tensed, I could feel his cock swelling and twitching in my mouth, and
then he let go, shooting five or six jets of boy spunk out of his young
cock into my hungry mouth.  The taste was delicious.  I gagged a little,
but managed to swallow all of it.

"Holy fucking shit, Chris, that was awesome," he panted.  I felt great
about it, but now I was super horny and I told him I needed to shoot a load
right now.  He immediately went back down on me with his hot mouth, and
within seconds I fed him all my pent-up spooge, something like three days'
worth.  He pulled his mouth off my dick and swallowed what he could, but
some dribbled out and landed on my belly.  He lapped that up like a dog.

I'd never french kissed anyone before, but I was so in love with Sam right
now that it just came naturally.  I could taste my cum in his mouth, and
I'm sure he could taste his in mine.  We kissed for what must have been
half an hour, then fell asleep exhausted in each others' arms.

I slept like a rock that night, and woke up to see Kyle standing by the
side of the bed smiling down at me.  Sam and I were still naked, of course,
and uncovered.  We both had morning wood.
  I was a little worried about what Kyle must be thinking, but then he
said, "I see you and Sam are getting along pretty well."  We both laughed,
and Sam stirred a little and woke up.  He smiled at me, then at Kyle.  Then
he took me by surprise and went down on me again, sucking my cock right in
front of his brother.

"Your brother doesn't have any inhibitions, does he?" I asked Kyle.  I then
told him about the jacking off episode the previous morning.  Kyle just
laughed and said, "that's my brother."  Sam spun his body around and stuck
his boner in my face, and we 69-ed while Kyle watched.  Kyle then had the
decency to close and lock the door, and said "I wanna watch you two cum."
Sam and I kept sucking each other, and Kyle stripped off his clothes and
started jacking his rod.  This really turned me on, because I'd never seen
him fully hard before.

Sam and I were both getting close, so we stopped sucking.  Sam flipped
around again, and we jacked each other off the rest of the way.  Kyle had a
big grin on his face as he saw Sam shoot his load first, followed a few
seconds later by me.  Kyle started jacking faster, then moved over to Sam
and said, "one more breakfast sausage, Sammy."  Sam opened his mouth wide
and took Kyle's dick.  In less than 30 seconds Kyle started to moan like he
was in ecstasy.  He pulled his dick out of Sam's mouth at the last second,
and shot a huge load all over Sam's face.

Sam started laughing, then grabbed the top sheet of Kyle's bed and wiped
all the jizz on it.  Kyle laughed and said, "you little fucker, you're
supposed to eat that shit."  Kyle insisted we all three get in the shower
together.  While we were in there, Sam soaped up my dick and cleaned it off
good.  Then Kyle said, "It's the twins' night in the tent tonight.  Guess
what you, me, and Jeff are gonna do?"  Sam said "Me too."

So our last night together was a full on pot-induced four-way suckfest that
lasted a good three hours.  I spent many nights at Kyle's after that, and
sucked off every one of his brothers, except Matty.  Maybe someday...