Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 06:02:19 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 22 _________________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! CHAPTER 22 READING TIME: 16 MINUTES _________________________________________________ Copyright (C) June 28, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. AN APPEAL TO READERS: I am doing a new mailing list. IF YOU WANT TO RECEIVE CHAPTER NOTICES in the future, send an email, marked, "NOTICES---YES." Otherwise, you won't get them. sittinhome@hotmail.com (Notices are NOT sent in a group. They're sent individually.) 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That info is now at the very END of all chapters. _________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely fictitious. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future, in whole or part. ____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ MAIN CHARACTERS, (SO FAR) _________________________ --The Brothers-- Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.) - the serious one. Tommy is the most athletic of the brothers. He is the most sensitive, also. He is in love with Billy and the two of them are on the same baseball team. In Chapter 1, Tommy makes his first sexual move, on Billy. Tommy is 5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, smooth, with dark hair, and deep, hot, brown eyes. Tommy narrates the story. Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison) - the playful one. Billy is 'all over the map.' He wants it all. He loves to tease and joke around. Tommy's daring approach of Billy in Chapter 1 awakened Billy's sexuality and he's non-stop. Billy's speed and agility make him a slightly better baseball player than Tommy. Billy is the thinnest and fairest of the three brothers. He is 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds, very tight-looking, and smooth. His blonde hair is very fine and invisible, in places. Billy has striking blue eyes. Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison) - the unsure, outspoken one. Robby is the youngest and 'Bi' brother of the three. He is an early developer and has an oversized 'endowment' for his age. He has admitted to fooling around, orally with a girl, and has started to 'play' with his brothers. NICKNAMES: Champ; Boy-genius. Robby is 5' 5" tall, 120 lbs.--almost as tall as Billy, but not as thin as Billy. Robby has medium reddish-brown hair, and green eyes. He is slender, but has a more defined look than Billy does. --A Neighbor College Boy-- Marc - Marc Denton, age 19. Marc lives across the street and is a college student, home for the summer. Marc is 6'-1" tall, 180 lbs. He's thin but athletic-looking. Marc has dark brown hair, green eyes, and is an end on his college football team. Marc has fine, aquiline facial features and is considered to be very good-looking. Marc often plays backyard sports with Tommy and Billy. Sometimes he wrestles with all three brothers, and other boys. Marc is introduced at the end of Chapter 11. --A fellow high school student who lives down the road-- Scott - Scott Miller, age 17. A younger, slightly thinner, but more striking version of Marc. Scott has that thin, tight, slight build, without being skinny. His muscles are not big, but they're extremely well defined. Scott is a blonde, blue-eyed god, as far as Tommy is concerned. He is 5'-10" tall, 160 lbs, and has well-tanned, golden skin. He is considered one of the hottest-looking guys in the school. Scott is on the swim team, and fits the ideal of the nice, 'boy-next-door' image, perfectly. He is gentle, and soft-spoken. Scott is introduced in Chapter 19. ________________________________________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER... Scott surprises Tommy and Billy by bottoming for both of them, calling it a dream come true. While Scott, Tommy and Billy are having their fun and making a lot of noise in their bedroom, Robby and Marc return to the house, and go into Robby's bedroom, quietly and on tiptoe--so as not to be detected or disturb the 'festivities' in the next room. Robby video-tapes the coupling of Tommy, Billy and Scott--using a thin camera-probe, through a hole in the wall. Marc and Robby watch the action, on Robby's computer screen. Later, with Scott, Tommy and Billy in the pool, Scott announces he needs to work out, and ends up cutting the grass--with Tommy walking alongside Scott, as he quickly mows the lawn. This leaves Billy alone in the pool, and Robby comes along. Robby announces that Marc is napping (in Robby's room), and also tells Billy he has set him up for sex with Marc. Billy has Robby pull off his bikini swim suit and goes underwater to give Robby a little blow job, just as Tommy returns to the pool. Tommy gets a surprise when he realizes Billy is 'down under' giving Robby a little oral satisfaction. Tommy teases Billy about what he has just done. "Where's Billy?" I said. Then it hit me. Robby's red face, the blur next to Robby, underwater. Just then, Billy surfaced. "Hi Billy," I said, sounding real friendly. "Oh," Billy said, blushing, "Tommy... it's you." "Yeah, me, your brother, remember? I see you've been busy." Tommy announces that Scott is busy cleaning out the lawn mower, and will soon shower, in the upstairs bathroom. Billy gets out of the pool to go to Marc, which leaves Tommy and Robby alone, in the pool. Robby, afraid he has done the wrong thing, expresses his concern to Tommy that he might be angry that Billy was sucking him. Tommy reassures Robby that he approves. "Tommy," Robby said, with his head lowered, "You ain't mad, that me and Billy were--" "Haha, no Robby! Not at all! I thought it was pretty cool." Meanwhile, as Tommy and Robby decide to see what Billy and Marc might be up to, Billy walks into Robby's room, to find Marc's hand a blur. Marc is jacking himself off. Billy says, "Looks like I got here just in time." __________________________________________ REMINDER: Scroll up to: 'Main Characters' for more complete descriptions. _______________________________ Chapter text: 21.3 K Reading time: 16 minutes _________________________________________________ CHAPTER 22 - OH, THE THINGS HORNY BOYS WILL DO! _________________________________________________ "Billy, oh, shit!" Marc yelled. "I'm sorry, Marc, I'm sorry! I better go!" Billy said, part nervous, part panicked, and the rest, lusting after Marc. Billy suddenly lost all his nerve. "No! Don't go, Billy. I'm the one who's sorry," Marc said, his face totally red. Marc pulled up the sheet to cover himself. "Marc, I--" Billy said, running out of the room. "No--wait, Billy, NO!" Marc called after him, but it was too late. Billy closed the door behind him. As Billy ran toward the door that led to the pool staircase, it opened, and Billy ran smack into it, falling to the floor. It was me and Robby, coming up to find Billy. I didn't want to find him like THIS! "Billy! Billy, are you ok?" I said. "What happened?" "Uhhhggghhhh!" "Robby, get some ice!" "I'm ok--I don't need ice." "Shut up, Billy--you got a red lump on your forehead." "Ah!! That shit's cold!" "Yeah, well, we're out of hot ice. Robby--hold his legs down. I got his arms. Billy--one more complaint, and I'll tickle the shit outta you!" "No, NO! Please, don't--no!" "That's better," I said. "Now tell me--what happened?" "Nothing." "Don't give me that, Billy. I saw, through the glass--you came out of Robby's room. We all know who's in there." "Yah! You better tell us, or we'll torture you." "Nothing happened, goddammit! Let me up!!" "Tickle him Robby--get him good!" "No, No! Come ON!" "Then, we're all going in there, together," I said. "OK! OK!" I opened the door to Robby's room, quietly. We all stood there, with our mouths gaped open, as we watched Marc, jacking off. "Bad boy! Very bad!" Robby said, with as deep a voice as he could manage. "Ahhh!" Marc jumped, out of fear, and half sat-up. "We caught him! We caught him jackin' off!" Robby shouted. Marc pulled the sheet up, and just lay back down, looking totally defeated and embarrassed, his arms at his sides. "So, um, Marc," I said, getting embarrassed for him, "Sorry." "No! Don't be sorry," Robby said, "He's our prisoner, now!" "Robby, no!" I said. "Yah, Marc," Robby insisted, "You gotta be our prisoner now! We caught you! We gotta punish you, for bein' bad!" "Punish me?" Marc said, half smiling, and probably glad for any distraction from the fact that he was just stroking himself, "I guess I deserve it. Robby, I'm--I'm sorry. I--" "Yah! We torture our prisoners, too!" "Ok," Marc said, laughing, obviously amused by Robby's little-boy, commanding attitude, "Torture me." "Yah!" Robby said, "We'll tie you to the bedpost, first." "No," Billy said, "I got a better idea. Tie him down to the bed, on his back." "Wait, guys," I said, "Marc may not want to play prisoner. Suppose Marc walked in on one of YOU guys, jacking off, how would YOU feel? We better just leave him al--" "No, it's ok Tommy," Marc said, smiling, "It's the least I can do, and Robby seems to--" "Yah! That's better!" Robby said, imitating me. "Cool!" Billy said, enthusiastically. Marc's embarrassment seemed to subside, but when Robby and Billy pulled back the sheet and started tying Marc to the bed, the nineteen-year-old football player blushed, badly. "Knots tight?" Billy asked. "Yah! Tight! Now, I get to torture him!" Before either me or Billy could say anything, Robby was up on the bed, straddling Marc's thighs, and holding the base of his dick. "Now, you get the tongue of FIRE," Robby said, as he licked, starting at the base of Marc's half-hard cock, and slowly worked his way up to the head. It didn't stay half-hard, for long." Billy and I couldn't just stand and watch. We didn't want to interfere with what Robby was doing, yet, so we had our hands in each other's Speedo's and things were starting to feel really good. Soon, Robby was giving Marc a slow, tongue job--licking every inch of his big boner. After less than a minute, Robby had half of it in his mouth, pumping it, very slowly. "Oh, shit! Robby... please... faster, man!" Marc moaned. "Captain," Billy said to me, "I think--" "NO! I'M the Captain!" Robby said, taking Marc's cock out of his mouth, for a moment. I could see thick strands of precum, making little ropes, from Robby's mouth, to Marc's dick. Billy looked at me, and I nodded, as if to say, ok. "Captain," Billy said to Robby, "I think the prisoner should have the tongue of fire on his balls, while you torture him." "Yah, ok!" Now, it was an audience of one, as I watched my two little brothers work Marc over. Robby went back to his slow, torturous blow job, and Billy licked and poked at a very tight set of hot-looking nuts. "Ah, fuck! Ah, fuck!" Marc said, as the two of them licked, sucked, and teased, then stopped to watch Marc's dick throb--as if it were biologically begging for more. I was throbbing, myself. "Uh, oh!" Robby said, staring at Marc's hard, wet penis, "I think he's out of control. We better tie it!" "Ok, Captain," Billy said, playing along, but probably wondering, same as I was, what Robby was going to do. Apparently, Billy, the errand boy, was sent out for something. He returned with several different lengths of rope. "Yah, cool," Robby said. 'This, I gotta see,' I thought. Billy and Robby worked together well--and I had to admit, what they did made me precum so bad, I thought I'd blow my load in my wet Speedo's. They put a rope around Marc's hardon, near the base, pulled it slightly, and tied it to one of the bedposts, making Marc's boner stick straight up. Then the two of them started licking it, like a Popsicle. "Ah, fuck! Ah, FUCK!" Marc, said, obviously responding to this 'severe torture' in the way Robby had in mind. "Yah, cool," Robby said, "Prisoner wanna cum now?" "Oh, God, yes!" Marc said, gasping, "Do you have to ask? Fuck, I'm dying! Come on, Robby! Do it!" "Prisoner must wait!" It was hot to watch, but I felt we were getting a little out of our league. Besides, I was scared--Marc could probably break loose, so if he got mad at us, we'd all be in deep shit. "Captain," I said to Robby, "I think we need a meeting, at headquarters." I expected an argument, but Robby and Billy got right off the bed and we went across the hall to my room. Once inside, I closed the door. I remembered dad did that, when it was something really serious. Now, I hoped it would put a scare into Robby and Billy, so they would pay more attention to me. "Hey!" I said, "You guys don't know what you're doing!" "Yah, we do!" Robby said defensively, looking to Billy for support. "Tommy, don't be so serious all the time," Billy whined. "Yeah, well, what if he gets mad and gets loose?" "Fuck, Tommy!" Billy said, "He sure didn't look mad, to me! He knows we're not going to hurt him so--shit! Marc's not gonna get mad at us." "Marc's nineteen," I said. "We embarrassed him. We don't know what he's feeling, now. We need to have a serious talk about this, before anyone's going back in there." I tried to sound as authoritative as possible. So far, it seemed to be working. "Tommy, pleeeeease." Robby used his best, pathetic-sounding baby-brother voice. _____ After his shower, Scott wrapped the towel around himself. Of course, he couldn't quite hide the half-erection underneath, and gave it a little squeeze, as he looked out the bathroom window, to see who was in the pool. Seeing no one there, he headed for the open door, at the end of the hall. And what a sight greeted him--Marc, tied to the bed, with his full hardon an angry red color, and sticking straight up! "Marc! What the fuck?" Scott said. "Oh, no!" Marc moaned, totally mortified. "I didn't know you were... here," Scott said. "Well... oh FUCK!" Marc said, feeling defeated beyond belief, and wondering how he could explain this--and how Scott was going to react. "Hey, Marc--looking good, dude!" "What?" "Hey--I been playing with these guys, too," Scott said. "Looks like they've been playing some really weird shit, with you, but it's cool." "No, way, Scott... you mean--YOU? Fuck! So, all this time, I could have had--shit! I wanted it, too." Marc said, not believing these words were actually coming out of his mouth--and being spoken to his best 'straight' buddy, Scott. "Oh, you did huh?" Scott said, half whispering, and standing at the edge of the bed. "Well, it looks like now's the right time to do something about it." Scott had a confidence about him. "Yeah, well...," Marc said, still not quite sure if Scott was really into this. "Scott, get me out of these ropes, will ya?" "Out?" Scott said. "Yeah, please." Scott ran his index finger along Marc's cock, making it jerk. "I don't know, Marc," Scott said, fascinated, now that he knew Marc and he shared a mutual interest, and entranced by the red, hungry look of the thick penis in front of him, "I kinda like you this way. I think I like whatever you guys were doing, in here, and uh--well, shit, as long as it's ok with you, and it looks like it is, I think I'll just--" "Oh, FUCK!" Billy said, as we reentered the room and saw Scott, standing there. "Hi, guys," Scott said, as he turned and looked at us, smiling, calmly. "Look what I found." "He's our PRISONER! You can't touch him!" "Shut up, Robby!" Billy said. "Prisoner, huh?" Scott said, with a big grin. "Hi Scott," I said, trying to ignore my embarrassment, and focus on Scott. "Yah, Scott! Marc's our prisoner and you touched him, so now YOU'RE our prisoner too!" Scott gave a huge smile, put his hands up, like he was being arrested--and his towel fell to the floor. "I surrender, sheriff!" Scott said, playfully. I drooled over his body, and his boner, which stood straight up, at this point--but, I was a little embarrassed, for him, seeing his towel just fall off. I guess I pictured myself in Scott's place. I knew I'd be blushing like hell, if my towel fell off, with four other guys in the room. "All right, Robby," I said, quietly, "That's enough. Scott's our friend." "Yah, what about MARC? HE'S our friend, TOO!" "Ok, we're all friends," I said. "Tommy," Billy said, nodding toward the hall, for another conference. Out in the hall, Billy began to plead his case. "Look, Billy," I said sternly, "this is too weird." "Tommy--Champ already talked to Marc about me," Billy said. "He says it's ok for me to have sex with Marc. I won't let him fuck me, but--are you ok with that?" I knew this was coming and I had thought about it, for a long time. That, plus what Robby and I had going--I knew what my answer was. "As long as it happens like this, Billy--with me knowing about it, yeah. Plus, I'll ream your ass when he gets done with you," I said, firmly. "Oh--we're still lovers, right?" "You asshole!" Billy whispered, as he kissed me. "Just checking," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "Well that part's cool, but this other shit is too weird." "Come on, Tommy. I know the prisoner shit was a pain in the ass, last time, but this time I think Robby's got the right idea. We caught Marc in the act--he's not gonna complain, and Scott's going along with everything like he already knows this game, so, what the fuck? We got these two guys where we want them! We can do anything we want. Let's get naked and see what happens." "I don't know, Billy." "Tommy! You know I'm right! Robby's got them wrapped around his finger, and I saw how Scott was looking at you. You could make Scott do any--" "Ok! But I can call this off at any time." "Ok, ok." Billy and I got rid of our Speedo's and went back into the room, bareassed. It was funny to see Robby's eyes get so big, and practically bug out, when he saw we were naked. Everyone was hard now. It was no problem to spot little Champ's boner, which showed through his bikini, like no other show I'd ever seen. I wondered how it would be, to walk along the beach with Robby in that condition, and see whose heads turned. As good as Robby's boner looked--as if he had nothing on--my eyes went to Scott and his awesome face and chest. Of course, my gaze was drawn downward, and I was drooling over his cock, again. Billy was staring at Marc's dick, that was obvious--and looking like a sad puppy that Robby was licking it, and he wasn't. "Would Captain like me to tie up the other prisoner?," I said to Robby, but smiling at Scott. "Yah, Sergeant, you better hurry. Tie his hands behind his back, Sergeant." "Yes, sir," I said, and walked toward Scott, who was beaming at me, with this huge grin. I was beginning to think, 'What is he so happy about?' Then I realized we were all naked, together, except for Robby, so I guess Scott figured this would be fun. I was determined to make sure it would be fun, for Scott, no matter what Robby wanted. I was still facing Scott, and I looked right into his eyes--I should say they pulled me in, and then it hit me-- Scott wanted me, the same as I wanted him. I finally got behind Scott, and checked out his fine ass, as I tied his hands together. I would stop, occasionally, and rub his hard cheeks, while my dick bounced up and down on them, saying, 'Yes, yes,' and left little precum trails on Scott's butt. It wasn't until I had Scott's hands all tied, that I realized that Billy and Robby had untied Marc from the bed, and tied Marc's hands behind his back, too. "Tie his feet together," Robby said. "I'll do Marc's," Billy volunteered. I turned Scott's back to everyone and got on my knees, to tie his feet together. This put Scott's dick right at my face, and I couldn't help myself. I never tied anyone's feet, with their dick in my mouth, before, but I can say it was awesome! "Mmmmmm.... urrrrr... mmmmmm," Scott purred. "Ok, Billy," Robby said, "help Tommy put Scott on the bed, next to Marc." Billy smiled as he saw my mouth slip off Scott's hardon, and we picked Scott up and put him on the bed. They were both on their sides, facing each other, now. "No! The other way," Robby said. "What other way?" "They gotta go so they can suck each other," Robby said, matter-of-factly, like he had done this every day. "Suck EACH OTHER?" I asked. "Well, not really... don't put 'em THAT close together." "I remember!" Billy said, "The story about the guy with the wooden arm!" "Yah!" Robby yelled. "Wooden arm?" I said, "I don't remember a wooden arm." "Tommy," Billy said, "You read too fast when you jerk off." "Billy, shut UP!" "Ok, Champ," Billy said, proudly, "I think we got 'em just the right amount apart." "Yah, you guys," Robby said to the two bigger boys on the bed, "Now stick--" "Robby--no, WAIT!" Billy said, "The FEATHERS!" "Ohhhhhhh, yah, right!" Robby said. "Feathers?" I was afraid to find out. Billy produced two long, colorful feathers. "Where'd you guys get those?" I said, thinking we were gonna be in trouble, when mom got home. "Grandma's old hats," Billy said, as he handed a feather to Robby. I had to admit, Robby and Billy seemed very organized about this. Billy sat on Marc's ankles, and Robby on Scott's. "Ready? GO!" Robby said, and the feathers slid rapidly over the feet of the two bigger boys, doing a crazy dance over their soles. "NO! Oh, GOD! SHIT! FUCK! STOP THAT!" "Ahhhhh! OOOO!! Cut it out! OH!! Nooooooo!!!" Marc and Scott convulsed, as Robby and Billy tickled them. I thought they were bucking so hard, they would bounce off the bed, taking my brothers with them. "Stick out your tongues and lick each other!" Robby ordered. The way Marc and Scott were positioned, there was only one thing they could lick. No one moved. Scott and Marc remained motionless. "More torture!" Robby commanded. This time the feathers also made the journey up the guys' ribs and into their armpits. Soon, Marc's and Scott's tongues were busy licking at their hard cocks, and the tickling stopped. "Move them closer together," I said, "at least let 'em suck each other." "Yah!" Robby stood at Marc's hips, and Billy at Scott's. They repositioned them. All of us watched their cute mouths, as their huge dicks disappeared and reappeared, rhythmically. "Aw, FUCK! Geeezzz," Marc moaned. "Oh God, please... I'm so close... shit, no!" Scott said-- trembling, now. "PULL!" Robby yelled, and their hips were pulled back--too far for them to even lick each other. "FUCK!" Marc screamed, "Come on! Shit, I'm so close!" "Let me check his dick," Billy said, as his lips sunk down over Marc's swollen head. "Tickle it, with your tongue," Robby said. "Oh, Fuck! Oh FUCK," Marc yelled. "It's vibrating but I don't think it's ready yet!" "Fuck! Fuck! It's READY! Goddamm!" "I'll test Scott's," I said, with more eagerness than command, in my voice. "We'll take turns," Robby said, as he gave Marc his impish smile, and his mouth went for Scott's long boner. "Three strokes each," I said, as I enviously watched Robby give the head of Scott's dick three, slow, shallow strokes with his lips, and watched Scott's face and sleek body tremble, in delicious frustration. When it was my turn, I looked in Scott's eyes. They were a little blurry-looking, but he seemed ok. My mouth went even slower than Robby's, as I sucked just the tip of Scott's penis, and was loving the shivers and hot juices that he was giving me. "I'm ready now," Scott said, "I'm ready." No one said, 'Stop,' but we did. All you could hear was Scott and Marc, breathing really heavy, and making desperate little squeaky sounds--like you would never expect from these two big boys. I stood, hypnotized, as Robby and Billy tied the two down, in such a way that they couldn't lick each other if they wanted to. Scott and Marc were both tied to the bed, on their sides, facing the center of the room, now--one head above the other, so both had a good, unobstructed view. I needed to cum, so bad, I wasn't sure who was being 'tortured'--me, or the two studs on the bed. And, I kinda wondered if Marc's dick was poking Scott, in the ass. "Bro," Billy whispered to me, you don't remember the story, at all?" Then Billy explained what happened next in the story, and I agreed to do it. "The prisoners will watch everything we do, or get really bad torture," Robby said, with as much authority as his little body and twelve-year-old voice could muster, and as he pulled his bikini off. His boner matched mine and Billy's--sloppy with precum. Robby had volunteered to be the bottom, and got on all fours, on the floor, in the middle of the room. Billy disappeared and came back with the Crisco, and greased Robby's ass, and my dick. I was so close to cumming, and I didn't want to yet--I sure didn't need Billy's hot hand, jerking me off with Crisco. We were re-enacting the scene from the story. I was ready to enter Robby, from the rear and his smooth back was stretched out, in front of me. "Tommy, shove your thing in, hard," Robby said. "Not YET!," Billy said, commandingly. "Oh, Yah." "Robby, you can't take my dick, if I shove it in hard!" "Yah, I can!" Billy positioned himself, kneeling at Robby's face. I watched my baby brother lift his head, and let Billy slide his cock into his mouth. 'Holy shit!' I thought, 'Robby's about to get it from both ends!' Suddenly, the story came back to me. "Now, Tommy!" I could feel the precum flow out of me, as I pushed my dick into Robby, and I slid in--nowhere near as hard as I could have--but harder than I'd ever done it. I was looking down at Robby's butthole--still amazed at how stretched it looked, being so small to start with, and huge, with my dick inside it--when I felt Billy's lips at my forehead. When I lifted my head up, our lips met, and Billy tongued me, right down to my throat. I guess my instincts took over, because the next thing I knew, I was pumping my hard cock into Robby's hot butt. Billy's instincts must have taken over too, because, he started pumping himself into Robby's mouth. Billy and I grabbed each other, behind the neck, and kissed like crazy. All I could hear was the squishing of my cock in Robby's butt, and the slurping of his mouth as he sucked Billy. My dick was ready to bust, but just the sounds were getting me close! There we were, me and Billy, bent over Robby, kissing, tonguing, pumping our dicks into our baby brother, and getting closer and closer to climax. I glanced, sideways, at the bed, and saw Marc and Scott, mouths dropped open, moaning, with their eyes staring at us--watching what the three of us were doing. I knew, now, that watching us have sex was supposed to be part of their 'torture.' "FUCK! Holy shit!! Come on, you guys--UNTIE US!" "God, YES! Please." >From those desperate-sounding comments, the two big boys were enjoying the show, I thought, as I finally got into the real spirit of this--and the three of us moaned, rocking together in a steadily increasing rhythm, getting ready for our first triple climax--my little brother's tongue making love to me, while feeding his dick to Robby, and my dick swelling, as I pumped Robby's insides. _________ To be continued? It's up to you. Please read below: --If you want more, please write to me, Danny Meyer, sittinhome@hotmail.com (Request reply, if desired) Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? 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