Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2010 18:23:38 -0400
From: Tommy B <tommy.b1989@hotmail.com>
Subject: timmys-tent-6

Timmy's Tent

Chapter 6

Now I knew Timmy and Bill's Dad was hung like a horse as he often came in
from working in the fields and rinsed at an outdoor shower which was in the
open at the back of their house.  He was in his early 40's, built farm
tough, with a hairy chest and legs, and the biggest dick I could ever
imagine between his legs.  That monster hung down at least 8 inches soft
and was arched out over balls the size of lemons.

Timmy would always be happy when his Dad came in from the field so he and I
would talk to Mr. White while he showered.  His wife insisted he be
spotless so his showers lasted a while.  His massive muscled chest was
amazing and he had huge biceps which were always pumped up after a days
work.  Capping off his tight pecs were quarter sized nipples with pencil
eraser tips.  I could swear that when he washed he'd work those nubs over
giving them a squeeze and a tug while he got a faraway look in his eyes.
He wasn't shy about his nudity so I'd pretty much watch the whole show,
taking in any part of his body I wanted.

He'd always save his junk for last after he'd washed his massive arms and
tree trunk thighs.  He had a hairy bubble butt.  I could see where Bill got
his awesome butt.  To clean between his asscheeks he'd put one foot up on a
bench under the shower and run the bar of soap up and down his hairy
crack. When he'd bend over I could see his tight brown hole surrounded by
hair and damn if he didn't do a good job, sticking a soapy finger into the
first knuckle and giving a spin to make sure he was clean inside and out.
His low hanging balls were awesome, and he ran his soapy hand down his
loose hairy scrotum, rolling each fat nut in the palm of his hand, then
hefting both balls in his palm to rinse them.

Usually Timmy would be talking about his day as Mr. White would save his
big dick for last.  He had at least a 2inch hang of foreskin off the end of
his fat knob.  He'd skin it back and run a finger around the phalange of
the head.  All the time, he'd also be soaping up his low hanging nuts with
the other hand, still occasionally reaching under to tweak his asshole,
already clean.  At the start his fat dickhead was about the size of a fat
plum but by the end of his cleaning it had fattened up to almost the size
of a tennis ball.  By the time the shower was close to finish, his dick
would be arching out more than half hard while he soaped up the length, the
same time pulling on those hard nubs capping his mighty pecs.  Hell, he
came close to jerking off right in front of us and sure wasn't shy about
showing dick.  I had never saw that monster full hard but it must have been
a thing of beauty.  After his final rinse, he'd towel off then throw the
towel over his shoulder and walk in to see his wife, buck naked with a semi
boner.  Timmy said she always pretended to be upset by his nudity but
always followed him into the bedroom and they usually didn't come out for
awhile.

"Do you think they fuck everyday?" I asked Timmy.  "I know they fuck when
he gets home.  Bill, Chris and I watched them one day." "No way!" "Yep.
Their blinds are too short for the window and they're always too sexed up
to notice anything around them." "Wow!"

There were other times when I'd be over and Mr. White would be watching
sports in just wornout white briefs, loose enough in the crotch that the
material could barely contain his heavy meat.  Sometimes I'd see a fat
hairy ball hang out when Mr. White would throw a leg over the side of the
sofa and more than once the head of his beefy cock snuck out, laying on top
of his hairy scrotum. I'm sure if he was anything like his sons, he'd
prefer to be naked but his wife probably wouldn't put up with it.  I would
never think about scoping one of my buddy's dicks but I let all inhibitions
fly at the White house.

I'm pretty sure Mr. White was a total exhibitionist or maybe he was just
always super horny when his wife wasn't around.  He was definitely not into
sex with kids or anything like that but I think he knew what effect his
massive meat had on me and his sons.  We all talked about how big it was
when the topic was on dick. Once when I was staying over, Timmy was
showering and Mr. White asked me to bring him a beer from the fridge and
when I came back, his whole fuckin dick and nuts were hanging out the side
of his briefs and plumped up like he had been strokin it a bit.  I know it
wasn't like that before I left the room.  I handed him the beer trying not
to stare at his exposed junk.  He didn't even try to hide it. The Bears
were on so I settled on the chair across from the sofa to wait for Timmy.
His Dad covered his cock with his hand but I noticed out the corner of my
eye that he was sliding his palm along the length of his rod.  His fat cock
started to bone up and I saw him pull back with his palm which slid his
long foreskin back, exposing the partially swollen head.  He still was
kinda covering it with his hand but it was obvious that he was enjoying a
slow lazy JO with a flat palm.

His eyes were glued to the game but my eyes were now glued on his thick
slab of horsecock.  Without taking notice of me, he gripped the fat
fuckpole in a tight grip and started sliding his skin back and forth on and
off the head.  I felt really flush and tried not to stare but wanted to see
more.  At one point, he threw his other muscular arm over his head and I
saw him take a deep whiff of his own pitsmell.  I could swear I saw his
meat swell up more then get even thicker when he reached across his hairy
chest and gave his right nipple a squeeze. By now, he was holding his
bigass bone straight up and I could hear some light sloshing over the sound
of the TV as precum coated the head and started to fill his skin.  He
closed his eyes a few times and I saw his hips hump up driving his thick
veiny hardon through his tightened fist.  I wanted to play with my dick too
but thought that would be too much of a perv thing to do.

Man, his fully pumped up cock was close to a foot and bigger than any dick
I had seen in one of Timmy's brothers' fuckmags.  I really think he would
have gone ahead and spewed a full load of spunk out had he not heard Timmy
come out of the bathroom and down the stairs.  He wasn't quick about it but
discretely pulled his hard cock up against his abdomen and covered it with
both hands.  By the time Timmy came down he had worked it back into the leg
of his briefs but he still had a massive boner showing through the
threadbare fly of the briefs and wasn't hiding it.  He kinda arched his
hips up which made his hardon tent up against the thin fabric and looked
over at me and said "Think I need a nap soon" with one of his big white
smiles.  He was handsome as hell.  I'm sure he could tell I was flushed and
that I had seen the whole thing.  This I did not tell to Timmy or any of
his brothers but I don't think it was a first time for their Dad and I
wondered how many shows they had enjoyed like the one I had just witnessed.

After that, I noticed Mr. White was a whole lot more open in his outdoor
showers when we watched him and more times than not he got a full hard on
with some definite soapy strokin going on and I saw he liked not just to
clean his hairy butthole but to give himself a slow deep fingerfuck.  It
went way beyond just cleaning himself I loved to watch and he loved to show
off but he always saved his load for his wife even though I think he came
close to spraying a load a few times in the shower.  One time Timmy said
"My Dad's really treating you like one of his own".  That made me feel good
but I was also embarassed that Timmy must have noticed how sexual his Dad
was around me.  Other than these things which I thought were majorly cool,
he was a regular Dad, taking us hunting and fishing, helping with sports
and all the regular Dad stuff.  My Dad worked a lot so I didn't really see
him as much as Mr. White. (Not his dick, you pervs!)

I stayed over at Timmy's a lot for sleepovers.  He had a cool bed with a
rolling mattress under it that came out so we each had a separate mattress
and lots of room.  Besides that bed, there were three twin beds that looked
a lot like cots from an army barracks.  The house was small so the boys had
all been jammed in the upstairs added on bedroom.  When I was hanging out
with Timmy a lot, Bill and Chris and Andy were still home while Pete was at
college and Ed was married.  Andy didn't come home a lot because his
girlfriend's mom worked nights and liked him there for her protection.  The
Whites were cool about it.  I thought it must be amazing to get to have sex
all night without worrying about making noise or waking parents.  By this
time, Timmy and I were 11 years old and I was already jacking off.  Timmy
scored skinmags from his brothers collection.  He and I would sit up in his
room and look at them, commenting on dicks and pussy, and rub our boners
through our shorts but nothing further had happened with us alone.  He
loaned me my favorites since Chris and Bill had a whole footlocker full of
the nasty mags that they shared and they wouldn't miss one or two. I'd
sneak one or two into my room at home under my t-shirt.  No one had to
teach me how much fun it was to rub my young cock alone.  I had learned a
lot about my pleasure spots from Bill.  I still remember the first time I
shot a real load of boycum.  My parents were gone but I still locked the
bathroom door and was naked, majorly boned looking at a mag with a shaved
pussy blond girl showing off her cunt through the glass for a window
washer, peeling her cuntlips open to show major pink.  Of course the window
washer came in through the window and had one fat horsedick.  When I got my
first nut, I was focused in on his fat dickhead that looked way too big for
her tiny shaved twat, spreading the lips and just ready for the plunge, the
girl's tight young pussylips stretched out trying to accommodate the full
head of his prick.  My first shot of preteen spooge took me by surprise
with the force and it shot so high a big blob of cum was hanging from the
light fixture.  I mean I had started leaking a while earlier but this was a
major money shot and I was impressed that my newly pumped up balls had made
such a load of cockspew.  I noticed the room was filled with the smell of
rich pungent spermload and I was proud.  I couldn't stop from running my
finger through the cum that had landed on my flat tan stomach and tasting
my first homemade boyspooge.  Sweet!

Of course, you all know lots about Bill from my previous stories.  I was
like a puppy around him but because of my age, he just was really careful
about what we did despite the fact that he was an oversexed fuckhound.  He
definitely never tried anything sexual at his house when I stayed over
other than occasionally rubbing the crotch of his jeans with a smile when
no one was looking or feeling up my ass through my soccer shorts which
always boned me up.  His brother Chris was two years older than Chris and
was the typical jock stud.  He had a workout room down in the basement at
the Whites and had lots of jock buddies over to lift most nights after
school.  From what Timmy told me, he was always fucking 2 or 3 girls at the
same time and it seemed none of them minded as long as they got a piece of
his big teenage dick.  He looked a lot like Mr. White, tan, dark hair and
an awesome smile.  I had seen him naked lots of times and knew he took
after his Dad in the cock department too except that he was the only one of
the boys that had a cut dick.  What was amazing was that he had huge
lowhanging balls that looked totally smooth.  Actually his whole body was
smooth and I realize now that he must have shaved to show off his
definition.  He also had his Dad's big dark brown nipples which capped his
awesome muscled pecs but the nipple tips were tight and lean not like his
dad's pencil erasers.  I was always a little afraid of Chris because he was
so huge and because I saw how hard he was on Bill.

But like his Dad, Chris had inherited a definite exhibition streak.  His
Mom didn't like him roaming around the house in just a jock so he had these
old worn out loose black shorts with "Army" printed on the leg.  The things
were much shorter than usual basketball shorts but they showed off his
muscled legs very well.  They were the normal length of bodybuilder shorts
so they were cut pretty high up on the thigh.  Chris liked to sit in a
loveseat in front of the TV when he was downstairs.  He'd usually throw one
beefy leg up over the back and hang the other one down over the edge of the
seat with his foot on the floor.  He never failed to position his big cock
down the shorts leg which allowed it to hang over the edge of the seat.
Now there was no hiding a cock as big as Chris's and my chair was in
perfect position to scope him out.  His teen flesh hung about 6 inches
soft, smaller than his Dad's but not by much.  The Army shorts did little
to hide it but he absolutely didn't care.  With his leg over the back it
had the effect of completely opening his shortleg so that his cock and
smooth hanging nutsack were in complete view.  His low hangers hung down at
least 2 or 3 inches past the head of his dick.  After all the things that
had been happening to me, I was really aware of dick, especially older huge
dick.  I guess you could say I really enjoyed seeing these older guys with
thick long shafts.  Chris would sometimes slide his hand down the front of
his shorts and just rest it there on his abdomen.  But from my vantage
point I could see that he would be teasing the length of his crank with one
finger along the side of the smooth flesh.  Other times he'd hang his hand
down by the leg and kinda cup his exposed balls, rubbing them sometimes,
sometimes giving them a few tugs or hefts.

If his mother was preoccupied with cooking and he was horny enough, he'd
tug on his cock a bit until it was half boned up.  It was amazing how long
and thick that fucker would get before it ever got hard. Often his randy
young dick would get totally boned and his hardon would lift the edges of
the shorts up off his thigh giving a complete unobstructed view of his junk
and even all the way up to his dark pubes.  If his Dad was in the room it
never stopped him, and I swear I saw his Dad check out his son's boner more
than once.  Even though Timmy was used to it, I know he liked to watch too.
Chris never went so far as to fully jack off in the living room but he
would definitely stroke that monster dick nice and slow keeping a hot edge
on, never taking his eyes off the TV or acting like anything was going on.
If he was really into giving us a show, he'd bring his foot up on the seat
and scoot his muscled butt way down in the cushions.  This would tilt his
ass up and when he pulled the shorts to the side, I'd have a total view of
his smooth ass and his slightly hairy asstrench.  He'd pretend to scratch
himself on one cheek and leave his hand there, pulling one asscheek to the
side which fully exposed his musky brown jock butthole.  Bill's ass had
made me really obsessed with male butt so it was a real treat to have 17
year old Chris showing hole for the whole room to see.  I could tell
whenever he spread his cheeks and flashed hole that his dick boned up a
whole lot harder.  Sometimes, he'd let his hand slide into his asscrack and
I could see his fingers scratching at his pretty butthole. I'd never seen
someone so into showing off but then again, I bet he had seen plenty from
his Dad through the years.

All modesty was gone in the boys' room upstairs as their Mom rarely
ventured up there.  After work outs as soon as his buddies left and he made
it upstairs Chris would always be stripped down to his jockstrap unless he
was hanging out totally naked which he sometimes did.  The boys had a TV
and couch in their room and he'd lay back on the sofa with his sports
drink, usually watching ESPN.  My place as always on the fold out bed which
was right across from the couch about 6 feet away.  I was always there
after school since my parents worked late...sometimes Timmy was around but
sometimes not.  Gladly Chris never teased me about all the close attention
I paid to his big cock.  I don't think Chris ever washed his jocks and
usually the crotch was pretty threadbare from holding in such a big piece
of meat and his heavy hanging balls.  The crotch was always yellow with
dried piss and from the smell of it, plenty of dried up jizz stains too.  I
know he wore his jocks when he jacked off...but we'll get to that.  When he
came in sweating from lifting, the whole room took on a very masculine
aroma of ripe musky crotch and sweet ass smells with a hint of that pungent
dick smell from leaking out his horny fuckjuices all the time.  He'd
usually be on his cell to one of his buddies or girlfriends and he
invariably leaned back on the cushions with his beefy thighs spread, fully
exposing his crotch and the straining jock which barely held his junk.
He'd sometimes seem to make sure I was checking him out then lift a foot up
to look at his feet which totally exposed his tight brown hole framed by
the nasty white straps of his filthy jock.  I had gotten so into smells
that when he did that the room would fill with the sweaty smell of jockass
which always made me catch my breath and definitely boned me up good.  He'd
scratch below his balls, pulling the jockstrap out a bit until the skin of
his scrotum would be visible on one side.  Usually he'd move his fingers
down and rub the tips in his crack across his lightly haired asshole.  I
could swear he loved teasing his tight puckered asshole and getting it to
open slightly just to create more aroma.  I'd watch as he pretended to
scratch his nose but I know he was diggin on his own buttsmell as he left
the finger in place awhile.

Now one thing I had been told is you never mess with Chris when he's into
self pleasure.  Bill had learned the hard way, teasing Chris about his
boner and suffering the consequences. He had never made that mistake
again. I loved to watch the Chris JO show from my little bed and he was
never shy, in fact, I think he liked an audience as much as Bill did at the
river.  Sometimes he'd grab one of the straps right under his muscled glut
and give it a tug back which tightened it and made the strap saw back and
force against his pungent butt hole.  I could tell he got off on the
feeling and he'd slightly hump his crotch against the confining dirty jock
material.  He always had his big cock tucked down in the jock and I'd be
amazed as it grew and grew until the whole elastic mound would be arching
out from his crotch at an amazingly huge angle.  I could never understand
how the thin elastic pouch didn't split open under the strain of his
hardened boner.  Sometimes as he drug the strap harder across his tender
butthole, the entire fat pink cockhead would slip out and be trapped
between where the two straps met.  He had this down to an art and he'd
usually grab both straps and tighten them further which allowed them both
to rub his horny hole and to tighten around the thick phalange of his
throbbing cockhead.  His dick was so fucking long that if he pulled hard
enough, it'd slide all the way down until it was his fat oozing dickhead
rubbing against his little jock fuckhole.  Usually if he got this far along
in his JO session, his egg sized low hangers would be popping out both
sides of the jock with his cock between them.  The tight material of the
pouch tightened the skin over his bull nuts and it was easy to see exactly
how big the fuckers were.

If he really was into total jackoff mode, he'd be so horny that he'd look
straight over at me or Timmy with lust filled eyes, puckering his lips and
letting out an "oooooo".  I'd lock eyes with him to let him know I was
totally with him on the show.  I'm sure my boysih mouth would be hanging
open and I'd usually have a paw in my own crotch rubbin my own little hard
dick.  The smells would be incredible as Chris was a big time leaker.  As
he rubbed his drooling prickhead against his virgin brownhole, I could see
thick wads of precum slithering out of the head and rolling down his
asstrench.  I was amazed and thought to myself, "Jesus, he could probably
fuck his own asshole if he wanted." If he decided to go all the way and get
his nut, he'd play with himself a little while longer then slip the jock
off to the side, freeing his enormous 9 inch cock and heavy sportboy nuts.
I was always really happy when that moment came.  He'd leave one hand in
his asscrack and he'd work a cumwet finger over his cute wrinkled hole
until he'd sink just the tip of his long finger in and start slowly rubbing
it around the tight edges of the hole, loosening the tissue for a good
fingerfuck.  His other hand would be smearing wet juices down the length of
his throbbing boner.  Then as he sunk his finger deeper into his loosened
hole, he'd begin to really deepfuck his fist lubricated by his horny
fucklube and he began to let out little moans of pleasure.  I so wanted to
help out working his jockhole with my hand or better yet my tongue but I
was content to listen to the slapping sounds of his hefty nuts against his
sweaty thighs and watch his messy cock spurt small blobs of fucklube which
slithered down the hard shaft.  I had seen what happened when Bill
interfered.

He usually shot off the same way most evenings.  He'd add a second finger
in his bare asshole and really start to grind his awesome gluts down on the
fingers, eager to get some feeling he knew was there.  He'd be arching his
hips up off the couch and the head of his dick would be bright red from the
pressure of his fist.  I'd see that even with his big hands, that thick
veiny teen fuckstick would have about 5 inches showing when he brought his
fist all the way down to his pubes.  He'd always look over my way when he
was finally ready, giving me a completely empty with lust look as he opened
his mouth wide and let out a near silent "Ahhhhh".  He'd take his hand
completely away and give one final hands free arch in the air, tightening
his ass and thrusting the heavy juiced up meat up as hot teen sexjuice flew
hands free up in the air and strings of slimey spooge landed on his chest,
belly and sometimes even on his face.  I was always amazed that with all
his jacking off and sex he could still spew so much spooge in one jackoff
session.  As he came down from his high and his thick ooozing cock softened
and drooped on his thigh, he'd pull his fingers out of his ass and rub them
on the pouch of the jock.  If I had been around for his JO show, he'd look
over at me and smile and nod his head up and down like "Yeah..that's the
way you do it, kid".  God I wanted to live in the White house.  I had
become such a horny little fuck being around all these horny hung
teenagers.

Chris would usually use his hand to smooth the cum down his rippled abs and
onto the nasty fuckpouch of his workout jock.  No wondered he'd smell like
total testosterone when he worked out.  I always wondered if he had ever
fucked around with boys when he was younger but I doubted it.  Sometimes
I'd fantasize about what might go on down in his workout room in the
basement but it was off limits to us kids.  My jerkoff fantasy sometimes
was picturing Chris squatting naked over his friend Rick's face and
grinding away with Rick's tongue up his horny jockchute but I am pretty
sure nothing like that happened.

Chris was always teasing Bill a lot.  I remember one time when we were
playing cards on Timmy's bed and Chris was getting ready to go out.  He
came in naked out of the shower, smelling real good with cologne and
grabbed Bill who was getting dressed and just in his briefs. "C'mon baby!
Just give my dick one little kiss to get me ready to go out, you know you
want it." He planted a big wet sloppy kiss on Bill's cheek then his beefy
hand was on Bill's neck, trying to force him down toward his crotch where
his big teenboy cock was up to about half mast.  Bill fought him off even
though Chris had him way outsized.  They ended up on the ground wrestling.
I could see the cords in Bill's neck as he strained to get out from under
his brother. It ended up with Chris' naked cock which was more than half
hard right over Bill's face.  Bill thrashed his head from side to side as
Chris reached down and smeared his fat prickhead against Bill's tight lips.
I'm not sure if this was just a game or if he would really facefuck Bill if
he had opened his mouth. He continued to hold Bill down as he sat up and
planted his naked jockass right over Bill's nose and ground his muscled
asscheeks over his brother's face.  I saw him put both of Bills wrists in
one hand and reach back to spread his smooth mounds and squirming further
down I could see that his freshly showered jockhole was right over Bill's
nose.  Bill was thrashing around but I could see by then that a huge boner
had tented up the front of his briefs.  Timmy bent over and whispered,
"Nasty!".

Bill finally got one hand free and reached around grabbed his brother's
bare nuts in his fist, tugging the fat fuckers down hard.  Chris let out a
groan "OK" and rolled off his brother.  He stood there like a conqueror but
hefted his balls for relief.  His cock was arched out from his muscled
belly, fully hard.  "Cindy will be glad you didn't get my load, pussyboy.
More sweet jockcream for her." Bill snarled at him and I think he was
embarassed that I saw him so thoroughly dominated by his older brother.
Funny, Timmy was immune to all this and it's like all his older brothers
treated him really good, always protecting him and never teasing him since
he was so much younger than the rest.  I was treated the same way by
default other than the fact that Bill had fucked my cherry ass in his
aunt's barn that time but I definitely wanted that.

Later that same night Timmy and I were already asleep when I heard Bill
come in around 10 o'clock.  I was a light sleeper but Timmy was always out
like a light when he went to bed and it took an army to wake him.  Bill
sounded awfully clumsy getting undressed and I could smell alcohol so I
knew he had been out drinking with his buddies.  I saw him walk naked to
the bathroom and heard the sounds of a nice long piss.  The he stumbled
back through the room and collapsed down on his bed with that incredible
naked smooth teen ass in the air, one leg drawn up slightly exposing his
tight pink hole framed by his perfectly muscled bubblebutt cheeks.  I heard
Bill start to breath deeply and knew he had gone right to sleep, passed
out.  Now Timmy was a deep sleeper but I was still to shy to go over and
take a nice whiff of Bill's beautiful pucker and maybe get to lick the
sweat from his cute hairless asstrench like the day in the barn.  I fucked
my hard boycock against the mattress as I fantasized about tonguing between
his legs and lapping at his tasty butthole.  Eventually I fell asleep
hoping for one of the fuckin incredible wet dreams I sometimes had.

Around midnight, I heard Chris come up the stairs and stop in the hall
bathroom.  The light in the room was kinda dim but it was easy to see
everything between the streetlight coming through the blinds and a
nightlight Mrs. White kept in the hallway so the boys wouldn't trip going
to the bathroom.  I saw Chris come out in just his white briefs and head
over to his bed where he stripped down.  Now where Bill had a smooth
perfectly round boy's butt, Chris's ass was equally awesome in a manly way.
He had tanlines from board shorts and his pale white butt jutted out
perfectly from all the squats and presses he did in the gym.  His legs were
perfectly muscled with great calves and huge thighs.  Amazing that his big
muscled buubblebutt looked kinda small since his shoulders were so wide and
his back tapered down to a thin waist before jutting out like a shelf with
those perfectly round gluts.  As he bent over to slide his briefs off his
legs were spread wide enough that his swinging nutsack with his two beefy
balls hung down almost but not quite covering his wide cockhead.  Nice view
from my low bed.

Chris laid down on the covers and I heard him toss and turn a few times.
After a while I saw him lying on his side and one hand came up over his
chest, rubbing his tight brown nipples while his other hand slowly tugged
on the end of his cock which laid along one tan thigh but extended to where
about 3 inches of the shaft laid out on the bed beside him.  It didn't take
long for his hot fuckpole to plump up and I watched as he pressed the half
hard shaft down against his soft smooth scrotuim, rolling the thick piece
of teenflesh in the divet between his egg sized low hangers.  His massive
dick sprang up to a full boner and I watched as he started a slow stroke
and brought his other arm up over his head.  He bent his head down until
his nose was buried in his hairy pit then started licking his tight gun,
his pink wet tongue circling the heavy duty bicep.  I could smell a
combination of his cologne, his masculine clean underarm aroma, and that
distinct Chris smell of freshly made semen and musky butthole.  I couldn't
get enough.

I saw Chris suddenly sit up and his big boner smacked up against his
rippled abs hard as a rock and dripping jockjizz.  Standing with his rigid
fuckpole leading I saw him go over to Bill's bed and sit on the edge.  He
was still jerking his spermlubed cock with one hand as I saw him place his
other hand on Bill's back just above his smooth asscheeks.  He began to rub
his hand softly up and down Bill's spine, occasionally letting it drift
over a jutting assmound before moving back up.  Eventually I saw his hand
rubbing Bill's shoulders and Bill started to move around and wake up a bit.
I saw Chris lean in toward Bill's ear and say drunkenly "Hey little bro,
I'm sorry I was so rough on you earlier, You know I love ya man." He
nuzzled his lips on the back of Bill's neck and moved one hand down to
Bill's perfect ass, starting to slowly rub his hand back and forth from
cheek to cheek.  Now I'm sure Bill was still pretty drunk, but I heard him
give a little moan and saw him move his ass from side to side just a
little.  It looked like he liked the attention of his older brother.  I was
amazed at how cool Chris was as he started licking the side of Bill's neck
and behind his ear as he slid his hand into the smooth crevice between his
brother's melon globes.

Now Timmy had told me he had seen his brothers rub off on top of each other
but I had never seen it.  Chris had his back to me and Bill's eyes were
closed so I had a full view.  Bill spread his legs to give his brother more
room and started small humping motions, rubbing his teen cock against the
mattress then bringing his ass up a little higher into Chris' hand.  Chris
was still jacking off with one hand and his big dick was arched out from
his body, the big fat prickhead red and freely flowing jock precum which
was trickling down the shaft.  He removed his other hand from Bill's
buttcheeks and spit on two fingers and rubbed them down into the cleft
seeking out Bill's tight wrinkled hole.  The whole time he was kissing
Bill's neck and cheek, whispering things I couldn't hear but things that
were making Bill super horny no doubt.  Bill spread his legs further and
arched his ass aginst Chris's thick fingers, giving them full access to his
horny teen wrestler fuckhole.

I can see why Chris was so popular with girls as his kisses and gentle
touch had his drunken kid brother really moaning and thrusting his hungry
hole against his brother's hand.  I could see that Bill's nice thick dick
which was close to his brother's size was tucked underneath him and the fat
dickhead was fucking in and out of his thick foreskin as he humped his ass
up and down.  Chris was slowly tracing circles around his little brother's
tight wet anus, occasionally dipping just a fingertip into the hole,
teasing it as Chris let out more and more moans and tried to fuck his
little jockhole on the thick finger.  After plenty of this teasing Chris
pulled away and I heard him say, "I gotta eat your tight little pussy,
bro."

Chris licked his way down the middle of Bill's back taking time to kiss and
lick the muscular V shape entrance to his tight ass tunnel.  As he slid
with his face right over the smooth ass, I saw his randy young cock which
was spreading hot dick lube juice all over the covers.  Taking his hands he
spead the muscled jockboy cheeks and started tonguing up and down the
hairless crack, taking time to slightly tease the tiny opening before
tracing the flat surface of his talented tongue along Bill's hot smooth
scrotum, then taking the end of Bill's teencock into his mouth and
beginning a noisy wet suck.  Bill was awake but not speaking and I saw that
he had pulled his hands under him and was pinching at his small nipples
while he tried his best to shove his hard cock further into his brother's
mouth.  Chris was in total control and pulled his mouth off, teasing the
shaft of the thick veiny teencock with his tongue before catching the
foreskin between his teeth and lightly chewing it, pulling it from side to
side.  During this cock action he had sunk one muscled finger into Bill's
hole and had started a slow finger fuck before he sunk the sportboy cock
back between his plump lips.  As Chris fingerfucked the tight moist hole,
Bill began to facefuck his brother raising his hips off the bed and
plunging his horny young boner beween his brother's hungry lips.  Chris let
him have this control but pulled his finger out of Bill's ass and tugged
his low hanging nuts while he continued to let Bill move his hard dick in
and out of his mouth.

Chris soon pulled off his brother's leaking hardon and tongued back along
Bill's hanging balls until he zoned in on the tight musky butthole.
Already loosened by his finger, in just a few circles of his tongue, Bill's
boypussy opened and Chris began to aggressively tongue fuck the sweet young
jockhole, pushing his face forward and smelling the musky aroma of his
brother's ass.  He caught Bill's cock in his hand and tugged the foreskin
back and forth, jacking it over the plump dripping cockhead.  There was a
strong smell of sperm in the air mixed with the male musk of pungent ass
aroma coming from where Chris's mouth had full contact with his brother's
sweet shithole.  As I watched, Bill got up on his hands and knees and was
almost whimpering as he bucked his muscular young butt, fucking his sweet
hole on Chris' talented tongue. Chris was an expert and I figured he had
gained a lot of experience eating tight teenage pussy.  He was putting it
all to use on his brother's asspussy.

Now Chris had totally neglected his own cock for all this time.  But his
cock stayed bonehard, sometimes arching out from his body a bit, but as he
ate ass, it hardened more and was plastered rockhard against his muscled
abs.  I so wanted to go and take part but I know it would have freaked them
out, especially Chris so I was content to watch from my rollout mattress,
staying down so I could pretend to be asleep if they saw me, but all the
time with my hand down my boxers, jacking my young preteen meat.  Chris
removed his face from the asstrench and slid his hands up his brother's
body sliding them under his chest and lighhtly pinching his nipples.  He
began to kiss Chris's neck again as he ran the length of his throbbing
boner up and down the divide between Chris's beautiful wrestler's mounds.
Bill would arch his ass up and catch the dripping head of his brother's fat
boner and Chris would give a few fuck strokes against the waiting hole
before pulling out again to tease Bill.  Bill turned his head back and
groaned when he saw how big his brother's massive bone was.  Chris caught
his face and pulled him back, clamping his mouth roughly over his
brother's.  As he pulled back I saw that Bill had thrust his tongue into
Chris's mouth and was hungrilly grunting as their tongues dueled.  Chris
was so turned on as they kissed that he was pounding his rockhard cockhead
against Bill's tight opening not yet ready to fuck but bringing both boys
into a frenzy.

Suddenly Chris pulled away and said. "Dude, you got me so fuckin sexed
up. I'm insane, you horny little fuck" Grabbing his brother tightly around
his slim waist he slid all nine inches of steamy pumped up dick into Bill's
horny tongue raped hole.  Bill let out such a big inhale of air followed by
a long loud grunt as he felt the huge thick rod spread the tender flesh of
his hot teen ass tunnel.  I was amazed that Timmy didn't wake up.  Bill
must have been feeling no pain since he arched his butt up in the air
trying to get every inch of cock deep in him.  Chris pushed Bill flat and
laid his mucular body on Bill's smaller frame and I watched as he began to
piston fuck his huge cock in and out of his brothers small tight hole.
Bill was biting his sheets and clutching them with fists probably to keep
from screaming in lust, all the while working his tight muscled ass on his
brother's plunging fuckstick.  I could hear Chris's big nasty balls
slapping wetly against Bill's smooth flesh as he pile drived dick in and
out, all the time biting Bill's neck and hugging him around his chest
tightly.  "I love you bro" I heard him say several times while he
hardfucked his huge slab of meat into his brother's tight asspussy.  Bill
replied " I love you Chris.  This is so fuckin good, man." "Damn straight
it is, bro."

Chris kept up a steady, no nonsense fuck.  I could see the length of his
hard wet horsedick when he would pull it all the way out, then shove it
slowly back in rotating his hips, so that his big swollen cockhead inflamed
the sides of his Bill's horny rectum.  Keeping his hard jockpole deep in
the tight wet asshole, Chris spun his brother over on his back, so that
Bill's randy young uncut prick was standing straight up between them.
Keeping over half of his thick shaft embedded in the warm jockhole, Chris
bent over and closed his mouth over Bill's fat rod, sucking the rigid
fuckstick while reaching up and pinching Bill's sensitive nipples.  Bill's
head was thrashing back and forth in lust as he squirmed on the big cock
and tried his best to fuck the wet mouth in front of him.  Soon after this
Chris said, "I'm getting close, bro." He sunk his entire 9 inches deep in
his brother's hot ass and began to fuck in short slow grinds.  I could tell
it was driving Bill wild and he pulled Chris to him and locked his mouth on
his brothers as he arched his hips and fired blast after blast of hot teen
boyspunk, coating both of their muscular chests with the thick white goo.
Chris sat back on his knees, pulling his sport boy boner out just as jets
of thick teen ballcream blasted scum all over Bill's spent cock and balls.
Holding the massive hard dick down he aimed a few sprays of the hot
sexjuice right at Bill's red abused jockhole.  As the spurts of fuckjuice
dwindled, Chris aimed the sloppy wet cock knob at the hole and with a push,
sunk his still hard throbber in the cum soaked hole for a final few thrusts
into his brother's warm pussy.  Keeping the long shaft deep, he laid on top
of Bill and kissed him one more time.  "Thanks, bro, you're the best.  I
really needed that." Pulling his now deflating cock out with a plop, he
stood at the bedside and stretched his long muscular frame.  "Boys, it's
bedtime." I quickly shut my eyes, not knowing if he knew I saw the whole
thing but figuring he probably did.