Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 17:06:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: 69
Subject: Chaser Part 5

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and the result of a wild
imagination. None of the people or names is real. Enjoy!


The crack and caw of a black bird just outside the master bedroom window
jerked me away from the last stages of a wet dream. I had no memory of
the dream but as my head cleared, the evidence was trickling across my
abdomen. Riley's back was still spooned against me asleep, motionless,
and beautiful. Her head and light brown, tousled-thick hair rested on my
arm. I was hugging her, my hand still holding her large tits. My morning
hardon between her butt cheeks was comfortable but felt very damp. I had
leaked precum all over her back and maybe squirted a little cum. I gently
thrust my hips making my dick slide along her crack. She pushed her hips
against me matching my simple motion.

A slow shuffle of silky skin along my legs reminded me of our two guests.
Hollie was spooned against me; those sexy little tits pressed against me
all night; her smooth pussy crammed against my ass. She rolled over on
her back. From a glance I could see her long thin arms in the air
culminating in a shiver and stretch. She lifted herself up on an elbow
and leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek. As I turned, our eyes
connected. Her blue eyes smiled good morning to me; they were soft lovely
eyes, those found in magazines, in movies, or on some unknown face in a
painting. They were an artist's choice in color, composition, and style.

I caught a slight glimpse of Chase. He was on his side his back to us
all, still lost in a dreamy sleep. His entire body was uncovered, giving
us a full view of his wonderfully smooth back, his hips, butt cheeks, and
long relaxed legs. Hollie placed her hand on his back and affectionately
rubbed is unblemished skin. She rolled back over against me, unwilling to
part from the warmth I provided. Her hand felt cool as she placed it
lightly on my bare skin, sliding it up along my torso and down to my
pubic hair. She toyed with my dark patch of long hair entangling her
fingers in it and then feeling and teasing the fuzzy softness of my
balls. From that she wrapped her hand around my straining dick and
stroked it a few times. Her chin on my shoulder, I watched her eyes as
she gazed upon Riley's perfect body. Hollie's hand released my dick
and traced along Riley's smooth hip. It was an uncomplicated,
emotionless moment for us. "Comfort" would only begin to traverse the
voluminous descriptions of the ties we felt on many levels.

She moved her hand away from Riley, pecked me on the cheek again, and
left the bed. Her tousled head was out of place on her outrageously sexy
body, that perfect butt working its mesmerizing magic even in early hours
of morning. I heard her shut and lock the door to the potty room; the
toilet seat clanked down. Riley shifted her legs and rubbed her face and
nose. I rolled over and moved to the foot of the bed. For a moment, I
thought about the night before. "Off the hook," was a familiar, funny
expression. I searched my heart for any guilt or reason why I should not
be here. Frankly, there was no reason. It was a night that just happened,
that burned in passion and sent us all reeling down an unrelenting slope
into wildness and desire. Long will the memory of our love making carry
us through times of loneliness or boredom.

I stood and stumbled toward the bathroom and paused to look at my older
body in the yellow sunlight that washed the room. The floor-to-ceiling
mirrors were either painfully truthful or delightfully terrible liars.

"Not bad for my age," I thought. The fat was nearly gone from all the
starvation and workouts: muscles bulged out just enough to say I had
some. I pulled out a toothbrush and went to brushing my teeth and was
refreshed somewhat by the minty taste. Hollie emerged from the tiny
potty closet and sleepily glided over next to me and rinsed her hands.
Shaking the water from her fingers, she patted her delicate hands on a
white towel. As I leaned over the sink to finish my brushing, her naked
body pressed next to mine and arms encircled me. Her soft hair and head
rested on my back. In this moment, I actually felt loved. "Oh, my," I
thought, "She really is mine."

I didn't take that comment too seriously just before she made love to
me. But now I see very clearly the difficult and tangled road ahead.
Something really should be done. After I put away the toothbrush, I
gently lifted her hands and stood facing her. Her arms slipped around my
neck. I felt her small breasts and erect nipples press against my skin.

"Hollie, I really love you too," I remarked. "You were so good to me
last night."

"Was I?" Her creaking sleepy voice returned.

"Of course. You are very special." I kissed her on her forehead and
guided her arms from me. "You go back to bed and I'll wake you guys up,
and we'll go out for breakfast in an hour or so." Alrighty. Well. That
didn't come out exactly the way I intended. I needed to know if she
really wanted a relationship with me or this is just sexual. The ground I
had to tread was among all things tainted with explosive surprises. I had
to be careful. I didn't want to or need to break her heart.

"She didn't say a word as she turned and glided back to the bed. Her
nude body glowed in the pale yellow of early morning. Her perfect ass
rocked and swayed with each little step. It was interesting as she sat
upright between Chase and Riley as if torn by whom she should sleep. As
expected, she opted for Riley, snuggled in, and was quickly back asleep.

I shut the double bathroom doors and started the shower, adjusting all
four showerheads to flood me with water to wash the cum and pussy smell
away from last night's juicy sex. The water warmed up enough for me to
step in and feel the heat from the spraying streams. I stood there for a
while and dreamed about Chase. What was it like to be 12 years old in
these days?

"Hell these kids know more about sex than I do right now," I commented
to myself.

Information is the difference. Whether they're supposed to have this
"sex how-to" information is hardly the question. They have it. My
sexual experiences at 12 were always with boys my age mostly fucking me;
it's what I liked, and they liked doing it to me. I felt my dick start
to stiffen again as memories started flooding back to me; the warm water
added to the turn on as it caressed my man-breasts and tricked down my
groin.

At 12, I was about the only boy on my street to have pubic hair and who
could shoot cum. I felt kind of weird being more sexually mature than my
fuck buddies, so I shaved my patch of pubic hair and keep it shaved until
they started growing their own. I don't know if they cared or even
noticed, but they stopped commenting about my equipment and got back to
blowjobs. When I was 13, I let all of them fuck me, 4 of them in all. We
were at my house, in my room, and I was taking it doggie style. I have to
say that was when I truly became an anal animal. Only one of them, Jimmy
13 too, was able to really ding my bell. His dick was 8 inches and thick
and lots of dark pubic hair for his age. He insisted on fucking me
missionary style, and I was glad of it. He was way cute and loved to suck
on my nipples. (I had more breast and nips than most boys my age and at
times had to take bad jokes like, "Dude where's your bra." I let the
comments slide because my man-breasts weren't that noticeable, but they
were SENSITIVE and gave me lots of pleasure.)

During those puberty and early teenage years my breasts started to grow
and some clear liquid would leak out, especially when I would cum.
Sometimes a few drops would soak my shirt if I were really turned on. A
few weeks after the first "leaking" episode, the liquid became white,
milky white. Fascinated, I would squeeze and massage my man-breasts. I
was able to get out a teaspoon at a time every morning, noon, and night.
I had no idea what it was other than it was sweet and kind of good and
felt great when it came out. At times my tits would hurt so badly that
the only way to stop the pain was to squeeze the liquid from them. It got
to the point during the day I had to wear band-aids over my nipples just
to keep from leaking. I was too mortified to talk to anyone about it. I
thought I was a freak.

My mom noticed the stains on my shirts and inquired about them. I worked
up the courage to show her how I could squeeze milk from my breast. She
nearly screamed and took me to the doctor who reassured me that this was
normal for boys my age. After a round of shots the leaking stopped and my
breasts stopped hurting. The nipples which were swollen to a puffy
tenderness, soon returned to normal maleness. Unfortunately there
remained a slight hint of boy-titties, the target of terrible jokes for a
teenage boy.

But Jimmy was in love with them. It took tons of lube and time, but Jimmy
finally plowed my butt so hard I came twice. (An over stimulated prostate
can do wondrous things for a new teen.) He collapsed on my chest after
blowing his huge load deep within me. I just lay there when we finished,
staring into space while holding him for about 15 minutes. His dick
stayed hard the whole time.

I was about to scream when he started to thrust his hips again. He
stopped and slipped out his dick to add some more lube. Then we switched
positions so I was on top to ride his monster cock. I let it rub against
my aching love-hole a few times but then lifted up enough and worked my
hole over the head then just settled down taking the entire length inside
my love tunnel. I felt like a bitch-whore. The other guys where saying,
"Whoa! He took it all!" All I could do was focus on Jimmy.

The other guys started jerking off at the sight and taking turns sucking
one another. I started letting his dick slip in and out of me little bit
at a time until I was bouncing up and down the entire length. He started
jacking me off, and was keeping in rhythm with our fucking. Up and down,
pounding, jacking, stretching, deep, deep, deeper, hot, fucking,
"Ohhh," I yelled. "Ohhh my god, this is huge! It's starting, oh
my...I'm going to cummmmmmm, mmmmm, OHHhhhh, fuck me, Jimm, mmmmmee, fuck
mmmmeeeee!"

His hand was pounding my dick furiously. His face was red from straining.
My legs were cramping, back aching, my insides were on fire, then my ass
drew up so tightly, gripping his monster cock, I was lifting Jimmy off
the bed as I bounced. He reached up and started massaging my man-breasts.
Something was different, not just the good feeling of having my nipples
tweaked. My breasts felt hot, sticky, and really good. His body started
to tremble as I shot, more like sprayed load after load of cum all over
his chest and face. He arched up on his heels and shoulders. I thought my
ass hole tore when his dick engorged and sent burning streams of cum deep
inside me. The heat made the last two surges of my orgasm intense
scratching the deepest itch of my sexuality. We stopped and I fell
forward, Jimmy hugging me. I felt his lips on my nipples, starting to
suck and nibble. He loved to make me jerk with aftershocks after I came.
That he could do very well.

"Dude what the hell is this?" Jimmy asked. I rose up. And looked at my
nipples. There were drops of liquid almost white dripping down my chest.

The slam of the bathroom double doors snapped me out of my dream, dick
hard, jacking off, about to cum. I opened a weary eye toward the glass
door of the shower. There stood Chase, dick pointed skyward as usual,
staring directly at my dick. He didn't say a word and stepped into the
shower with me.

I kept stroking. Chase adjusted the showerhead until streams of warm
water flowed over his blonde mop, down his tanned face, around his full
pouting lips. His perfect, tanned body contrasted sharply with the white
tile. The streams kept flowing, dripping, running down his muscular
boy-arms, tracing his ripped abdomen, dropping and drizzling through his
flatten pubic bush, and rushing over his tight, large boy-balls. The
pressure was building.

"Mmmmm," I moaned.

Chase, his head down, looked over at me. A sly grin transformed him from
cute, sleepy adolescent to sexy little devil. He stroked his cock in
rhythm with me, his balls jiggling around. They were beautiful, as was
his dick, his pubic mound, his hips and his bubble-butt of an ass. His
nipples were puffy, slightly protruding, a sign of adolescence and
full-bore puberty. In a surprise move, he collected his precum and
brushed it across his lips, turned and leaned into me, his arms around my
waist, chest to chest. His parted lips met my tongue. From all around his
boy-lips I licked his juice, then we embraced for another long hot kiss;
the essence of his blooming manhood coating my tongue.

Chase broke our locked lips and kissed his way down to my nipples taking
extra care. It seemed to be his fascination to suck tits and chew
nipples, whether male or female. Easy to get between his teeth and tug,
he pulled at my quarter-inch long red nipples sending waves of electric
surges down my groin. I couldn't control myself; my eyes-rolled back in
my head; and I fell against the cool tile, Chase still clinging to me
sucking my man-breasts. He released my nipple and started tweaking it
between his fingers. He moved his mouth to my other nipple and treated it
just as roughly, biting, chewing, suck, suck, sucking.

"Oh my god...I'm going to cum...suck me hard, Chase, suck hard!" I
moaned, through gritted teeth, grabbed his head and held it firmly
against my chest. It was just impossible to cum without touching my dick,
or so I thought. Never had I felt so many waves of electric surge careen
through my man-tits. They grew warm, hot, and I swear to this day they
felt heavy. They ached but felt wonderful at all the same time. The
pressure in my abdomen changed to cramps; my head swimming, unable to
breathe, must breathe, must.... "Suck mmmmeeeee," I said in a gasp.

The first stream of cum from my throbbing dick shot up my abdomen, then
the next on Chase's. The next few were less intense and my knees gave
way. Chase jerked away from my nipple in shock, surprise. A few drops of
white liquid were on his lips. "My god," he remarked. "What the hell
is this? It's sweet."

"It's what you think it is." I told him, coming down from one of the
weirdest sexual experiences of my life.

"Milk?" He inquired.

"Milk," I said, expressing more drops from both by pressing man-tits.
At first Chase looked ill, but something went off in his head, and he
started sucking my breasts, I felt a painful release in my chest. Chase
released my nipple and there was a small pool of milk on his tongue, some
running down his chin. I was shocked, amazed, terrified. "What the
hell," I said. He closed his mouth and gulped it down. "I thought this
would never happen again."

I had read some articles a few days before about men who breast-feed and
that male-mammary glands can produce milk with the right stimulation and
positive thinking, though the production of male milk hardly compares to
that from a female. One male started producing milk a few weeks after his
wife died. He had willed himself to do it while letting his infant son
suckle. Basically it boiled down to a breast is a breast. A traumatic
event and constant stimulation can cause the male mammary glands to
become active. I wouldn't have called the events of last night
traumatic, but considering the fact that my parental instincts are very
strong at times, this might have been the reaction. Who knows? Whatever
the case, I was lactating.

Still feeling weak I sat on the shower seat and Chase plopped down beside
me. He was still hard and started stroking his cock. "Gosh. I should
take care of that," I thought to myself.

"Man your tits are cool!" Chase said and started at sucking for more.

That's all I needed for this to get out. People would talk. But what the
hell, it felt good for now.

Before I could get Chase off my nipple and start sucking his cute cock, I
heard the click of the door latch. Hollie slipped through the door again
this time with much more elegance. She stood there, hands on her nude,
perfect hips and gave a good long look at her brother and her "new
boyfriend." A big smile on her face, Hollie shut the double doors and
entered the shower. She knelt down between us. With her left hand she
grasped Chaser's cock, with her right, mine. She stroked both our cocks,
slowly in unison.

I loved her small, hot hand slipping up and down on my thick shaft. Chase
was in heaven, eyes closed, his balls jerking as his sister brought him
close to ejaculation. She carried on this way for one or two minutes
more, licking the precum from our dicks.

Hollie released our dicks and moved to her hands and knees, crawled up to
my crotch and began to lick my balls. She hand-motioned something to
Chaser causing him to move behind her and begin to fuck her. As his slim
hips slapped against her ass, her body jiggled slightly. She let out a
forceful moan, her warm breath heating my balls. One last lick of my
tight testicles and she planted her mouth on my spongy dick head. The
most amazing trait about Hollie was her surprise "bag of tricks." As
her mouth engulfed my dick, she did one thing expertly; my new "girl
friend" flattened out her tongue against the supersensitive underside of
my dick. As she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, her tonguing
technique caused my already sore dick to engorge. Hollie recognized my
predicament and pulled down my balls.

Chase starting moaning, his eyes closed, hips slapping against Hollie's
ass. She stopped sucking just long enough to groan out, "Ohhh. Chase,
fuck me! Ohhhh God. Cummm. Cum. Cummmmming. MMMMmm. Yes. Yes. I'm
cuming. Don't stop. MM. MM. MMMMmm." It was obvious that Chase was
close. He was fucking the absolute hell out of this sister.

Hollie's first orgasm passed, and Chase laid his head on her back and
reached around her torso to caress her sexy little tits and nipples and
didn't let up thrusting his hips, the sound of skin on skin echoing in
the bathroom. As soon as his hands disappeared, Hollie started again. At
that point, her mouth was on my dick. I could tell by the quivering
muscle contractions in her back that she was cuming again. Her head was
motionless, but her tongue was alive. I felt myself inching toward
another orgasm, intense, painful, wonderful, and super sexy. Chase looked
up at me and smiled. From his look I knew that white droplets were
forming on my nipples again. I could feel it.

She reacted to my dick head swelling and started working it for all it
could bring me. I was shaking all over. Her efforts were heavenly, her
mouth delightful. The pressure, the itch, the tightness grew more than I
could withstand. Hollie let out a moan as I squirted a few streams of cum
down her throat and then fell limp. Chase was still banging the hell out
of her. She swallowed.

"Mmmmm," Hollie moaned, more nearly a closed-lip squeal. "Cum Chase.
Come on baby, you can cum. Blow your sweet load deep in me. Cum Chase!
Cum NOW! Oh, God. I'm cuming again; fuck me Chase, fuck me!"

Chase's expression changed from a smile to intense pleasure and pain. He
suddenly started pounding her very hard, then sporadically as he shot his
boy-sweet cum in his gorgeous sister's perfect pussy. He collapsed on
her back, her face in my lap. We stayed there for a few more seconds,
until Chase pulled out of her and just sat on the shower floor in the
warm spray of water. Hollie stood and sat on my lap. The warm water felt
awesome as she and I made out, two lovers, together in passion, but
separated by years. "What the fuck am I going to do?" I thought.

The bathroom door clicked open and in walked Riley, tall, large full
breasts, beautiful. She glanced toward us, smiled a little smile, and
then disappeared into the potty room.

To be continued...

"What should happen next?"