Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 20:55:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hairy Guy <gayandhrny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Family Fun 3 & 4

Family Fun, Parts 3 & 4
By: gayandhrny (gayandhrny@yahoo.com)

Thanks for clicking on my story!  This is a continuation of a story I began
a couple of weeks ago.  It's about 14-year-old Brian, his 17-year-old
brother Mark, and some other folks, including Mark's girlfriend Rebecca
and Brian's friend Neil.  This story contains mild gay incest, a little
straight sex, and a lot of masturbation.  If this ain't your cup of tea,
don't read on.

If stories like this are your cup of tea, please consider a donation to the
Nifty Archive.  It provides a creative outlet to a lot of people, and has
probably contributed to more than one orgasm for you :).

If you enjoy the story, please write and let me know!  You can find my
other stories here on nifty, as well:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/camp-youngwood/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/chronicles-of-ryan/chronicles-of-ryan-1-2.html
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/after-school-special.html
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/best-friends-get-closer/

One thing I didn't mention before or in the first part: this story is set
in the early 1990s, before internet had become commonplace (and thusly
before a lot of sexual information was available at the click of a mouse
for curious kids and adults).  Alright, back to the story....


Part 3:  Fun at School

Like the ad for a certain brand of potato chips claims, once you pop, you
can't stop!  That was certainly true of me after I experienced my first
orgasm shortly after returning from my family vacation.  After that first
time I became a regular jacker, finding time at least twice a day to do the
deed.  I was amazed how it felt each time.  While none was quite as strong
as my very first, I loved how it felt as my sperm would squirt out of my
turgid dick.

My most frequent location for my self-pleasure was in my bed each night
before falling asleep.  I had the time and privacy to really enjoy it.  I
would experiment with different grips, pace, and worked to try to make each
session better than the time before.  I learned that if you stop right
before cumming, and let it subside, it would feel awesome when I finally
let myself pop.  I managed to sneak some hand lotion into my dresser, and
started using that to lube my rigid penis during my nightly sessions.

During the day, however, I had to find other places to satisfy my
horniness.  The boners I would get during class now seemed more demanding;
before I had rubbed off for the first time, I would just try to ignore them
until they went away.  Now that I had a better understanding of what they
were for, they were harder to ignore.  One day, in English class, it was
throbbing so much in my pants, with the tip rubbing inside my underwear and
against the denim of my jeans, that I was worried I would cum right there
in class.  I tried to focus on the essay I was writing, and thankfully, it
didn't happen.

But there were times during the school day that I would sneak away for 5
minutes alone.  Often, I would slip away from my group of friends near the
end of the lunch break, and duck into the boy's room for a quick
tug'n'squirt.

On one such occasion, partway through my 8th grade year, I was just getting
into it when someone came in and sat in the stall next to me.  I could see
their shoes underneath the stall as they pulled down their shorts and sat
down.  I stopped my stroking, my steel hard 4 inches firmly in my grip, and
tried to control my breathing.  I thought about leaving, but my balls were
aching a bit, and I knew I had to finish or I would be horny the rest of
the day at school.  I decided to wait them out and finish after they left.

Oddly, I did not hear any of the tell-tale signs of the other boy doing a
#2.  I sat quietly, trying not to stroke, my cock demanding that I do, for
what seemed like an eternity.  What was this boy doing?

As I listened, I realized I could hear something faintly, a sound I was by
now well familiar with.  It was the sound of flesh on flesh.  It was very
quiet, and had I not been so curious what was up, I doubt I would have
noticed.  As I strained my ears, however, there was no mistaking what was
going onÑthe other boy was jacking off, too!  I wondered who this other
horny boy wasÑI almost certainly knew him, as our middle school wasn't
very big.

This did nothing to help my boner, which lurched in my hand.  Figuring I
had nothing to lose, since the other boy was doing it too, I resumed my
stroking.

During the pause, I had leaked a bit of precum, and this now slicked my
stroking a bit.  It felt amazing, but also gave me away; there was no
hiding the sound my hand made sliding up and down my slick shaft.  I
quickly got close to blowing my load.  I continued to listen for the other
boy, even pausing my own stroking once or twice to better hear the sounds
of his solo pleasure.

During one break, I thought I heard his stroking speed up, and he let out a
quiet moan, and then a gasp like you would make if you'd been holding your
breath underwater and broke the surface.  I realized my neighbor was
cumming, and that was the final straw.

My boner gave another lurch in my hand, and the first volley of semen
pumped out of my dickhead.  By this point I was shooting larger and thicker
loads, and the cum shot out with more force than I was used to.  I cupped
my left hand in front of my dick to catch the cum as it fired off so it
wouldn't drip onto my pants.  Two, three, four, five...six spurts of cum
splattered my palm and fingers.  It was a big load, apparently the result
of the audio voyeurism I had just experienced.

As I slowed my stroking, and milked out the last of my semen, the class
bell rang.  I also realized my neighbor was silent.  Now that I had cum, I
was feeling pretty awkward, as I was pretty sure he knew that I had been
doing the same thing he was.  With no other choice, and with class about to
begin, I grabbed some toilet paper and began wiping the cum off my hand and
crotch.  I could hear the other boy doing the same.

I finished cleaning up, and pulled up my pants.  I flushed away the
physical evidence of my boy play, unlatched my stall, and stepped out to
wash my hands.  I wondered if the other boy would reveal himself, or if he
would wait until I had left.

I heard him pull up his shorts and unlock his stall.  Apparently he too was
worried about making it to class.  I glanced up in the mirror, and was
shocked when I saw the lanky red-head who emerged.  It was my friend Neil!

I had known Neil for about 5 years at this point, and he was one of my best
friends.  Despite this, we had never really discussed masturbation.  Sure
we had talked about girls, and shared our expanding knowledge of sex during
our occasional sleepoversÑand I had even told him about catching Mark on
my family camping tripÑbut we had never discussed if we both did the
planet's most common sex act.

"Hey Brian."  Neil gave me a sheepish grin as he greeted me.

"Um, hey Neil."

He stepped up to the sink next to me and began washing his hands.  It felt
very awkward in the moment.  As I dried my hands off, I glanced at him, and
he gave me a smirk.

"Hope the rest of your classes today aren't too, um, Ôhard.'"

It was the funniest thing I'd ever hear him say, and it dissolved the
tension immediately.  I chuckled, and he broke into a big grin and started
to laugh as well.

"Yeah, you too."  With those parting words, I left the bathroom and made a
beeline for my next class.


Part 4: Mark and Rebecca

It was during this past summer that I got a closer look at "real" sex.  I
mean, I had heard mom & dad going at it that one time, and had seen the
occasional Playboy that my friend Jackson stole from his dad.  But beyond
that, I had no real first-hand knowledge of the act itself beyond what I
had learned in health classes.

This summer, I was selected for the baseball all-star team for our area.  I
was honored, but it meant a lot of time spent at practices and playing
games out of state.  Often I would catch a ride to/from practice with one
of the coaches or friends on the team, as both my parents were working.

One day in early August, we were mid-practice when a thunderstorm rolled
in.  The storm soaked our field, and even though it passed quickly, the
coaches decided to call off practice earlyÑabout 2 hour early.

Coach Roderick dropped my off at my house, and I let myself in with my key.
I figured my brother would be home, probably playing a video game on the
Sega Genesis he'd gotten for his birthday.

As I kicked off my cleats by the front door, I noticed a pair of pink
flip-flops near the rest of our shoes.  I wondered who they might beÑI'd
never seen mom wear sandals.  As I was considering it, I heard noise from
upstairs, where the bedrooms were.  It sounded like a bed making a
squeaking noise.  Suddenly it dawned on me: the flip-flops were Rebecca's!

Mark had starting dating Rebecca halfway through their sophomore year of
high school.  She was prettyÑabout 5'5", 130 lbs.  She had a great body.
Her breasts looked firm, and suited her body.  They weren't overly large or
small.  They were just right.  She had blonde hair, and a pretty face.  I
liked her a lot, and she had been the subject of more than a couple of my
jack off fantasies.

Needless to say, Mark wasn't supposed to have her over when mom and dad
weren't here.  Listening carefully, I heard more noise from upstairs.  It
didn't sound like Mark and Rebecca were playing video games.

Emboldened by my rising penis, I tiptoed up the stairs.  I knew which
stairs squeaked, and tread gently on them; I didn't want them to know I was
home.

My brother's bedroom was to the left as you came to the top of the stairs.
As I ascended, the sounds of their activity became more apparent.  I could
hear Rebecca making some noiseÑit sounded like a cross between a runner
out of breath and a puppy making yipping noises.  I could also hear Mark's
heavy breathing, with some words thrown in.  I couldn't really make them
out at first.

As I got about three quarters of the way to the top, I could see my
brother's bedroom door.  It was open.  The way his room was set up, you
couldn't see the bed, but I could see the mirror on the fall wall above his
dresser.

In the reflection, I could see their coupling.

Rebecca was flat on her back, with Mark above her. Her legs were wrapped
around his thrusting hips.  I could see her shapely boobs jiggle as my
brother drove his cock into her.  I could see the muscles in his ass flex
with every thrust, and watched him rotate his hips.

My own cock was now rock-hard in my baseball pants.  I could feel it throb,
and it got slick with precum.  I didn't dare touch myself, as I'm sure I
would have come instantly.  I had never been so turned on.

Now that I was closer, I could hear better as well.  I could hear the sound
of his balls slapping against her body as he fucked her quickly.  I could
hear the squelch as his cock penetrated her wet pussy.  I could hear Mark,
too, as he talked to his girlfriend.

"Oh god baby, you're so tight."

"Yeah, you like that cock in you."

"So good, you're so fucking hot."

"You feel so good."

Rebecca would make sounds of agreement, but seemed to have a hard time
forming words.  I could see her hips slamming up to meet Mark's thrusts.  I
watched as he slowed his pace, and leaned in to kiss her deeply.  He ground
his hips against her, moving them in a circular motion.

Breaking the kiss, he bent down, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth.
Suckling on it, Rebecca finally formed a sentence.

"You're gonna make me come baby...fuck me hard."

Mark responded, instantly increasing the tempo of his fucking.  Rebecca's
breathing increased dramatically, as did her sounds of pleasure.

Her gasping and squealing was matched my Mark's own grunting, his own
orgasm apparently approaching like a runaway train.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum too."

"Yeah....nnng....oh God!  Ugh!  Ugh! Ugh!"  Rebecca's hips slammed into
Mark with every sound, and I could tell she was coming.

Mark was there, too.  He quickly pulled out, and I could see that he wasn't
wearing a condom.  His dick was shiny with her juices.  Grabbing it in his
hand, he began firing his cum onto her belly.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!  Aaaaagh!" Mark exclaimed as each jet of semen launched onto
her.  I could see the first shot land on her right tit, with the rest
creating a trail down to her pubic hair.

Watching each of them cum sent me over the edge.  Without even touching
myself, my cock began firing off in my shorts.  I was still aware of not
being caught, and choked down any noised I might have wanted to make.  Each
throb of cock sent another squirt of cum into the jockstrap I was still
wearing from practice.  It seemed like I was matching Mark spurt for spurt.
It felt like a gallon of cum shot into my pants.

As Mark collapsed on top of Rebecca, smearing the cum between them, I came
back to my senses, and tiptoed back down the stairs.  I had to figure out
what to do next.  I figured they thought they still had an hour at least
before I got home, so they may not be in any big rush to clean up.
Meanwhile, I felt uncomfortable in my cum soaked jock and pants.  I decided
to make my way quietly back to the front door.  I would open it and close
it loudly, and pretend I had just gotten home.

I wasn't sure how they would respond, but decided that it wasn't really my
problem. If I played this right, I could get Mark to owe me a big favor.

And you never know when you could use a big favor from your big brother!