Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 09:33:37 +0000 From: Randy Dragon Subject: teaching-big-bro-a-lesson - Part 3 This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences. This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story. The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Ok as so many asked for it - the story continues :) Teaching Big Bro A Lesson (Part 3) Carol Anderson, Professor in Biology at the local College and her lover Blake Denning the College star quarterback left the dancing floor and returned to the bar. Blake's hand rested on the blonde women's sexy bubble butt, his mind was already focusing on the hours of hot fucking ahead. Carol, although 30-years-old, was a gorgeous woman. Her experience in love-making provided fascinating thrills for the 22-year-old college athlete which he never found among the cheerleaders of his age. Carol's mind and eyes were caught by a good looking hunk who was sipping his beer at the other end of the bar. The well-built stud stood 6.3 ft. tall and was apparently without company. The red brown hair, indicating his Irish heritage, was precisely cut as a flattop with a buzz crewcut at the sides. He was probably a marine from the nearby base. The broad shoulders and muscle-packed biceps encircled by tattoos barely fit into the unbuttoned sleeveless jeans jacket. He was wearing an asshugging pair of faded jeans and combat boots. "Hey check that guy out," Carol whispered to Blake. The young man glanced over to the object of Carol's attention. "So...?" he asked, obviously not very pleased. "We didn't have a threesome for quite some time," Carol replied without taking her eyes from the stranger who grinned at her showing a perfect bright white set of teeth in his suntanned face. "This old fart won't last too long," Blake answered hoping to avoid any competition for the night. "But he is cute, I want to have him. Why don't you invite him over, honey? I bet he is as much as fun as the last one." Carol insisted. Blake chuckled. He remembered the last time they had taken a marine for a three-some. The base was famous for the tough discipline and the merciless training the marines had to undergo. Only the best performing soldiers were eligible for weekend passes. As a result each weekend the barracks released a horde of well-muscled extremely horny men who were determined to release the hot steam that had built up in their groins throughout the week. The rugged built soldier had accepted the couple's invitation to join them at the table without hesitation. After a few joints and a generous amount of booze the dumb jarhead was high as a Georgia pine. He was still brawling about how tough he was and about his sexual prowess while they were walking over to the parking lot nearby. The unsuspecting marine was eagerly shedding his clothes in the back of Blake's van. Carol stuffed one of her tits was in his mouth and he was eagerly sucking while Blake drove away to a calm back alley. Then they made the unsuspecting stud pound Carol's pussy. Again and again his balls were drained by Carol's experienced cunt until he collapsed thoroughly wasted in the arms of the blonde bombshell. Blake didn't meet a lot of resistance when he mounted the sweat-covered soldier boy. Sandwiched between the hooting couple the callous macho man unceremoniously lost his cherry to the viciously humping college stud. It took until the early morning to drain a week's storage of hot cum from the marine's nuts. The couple virtually fucked his brains out until his battered body slipped into merciful unconsciousness. The local newspaper reported about a stark naked marine who had been found the next morning staggering in the campus park.... Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty relaxed his husky frame against the bar. As usual the 32-years-old marine was horny. Fuck, he needed to get laid, but there was none of his chicks around. The brawny soldier eyed the usual crowd: a mix of college students, cowboys and marines from the nearby base populated the bar. There was a couple that caught his attention. A buxom blonde, whom he estimated about his age in the company of an athletic built college kid, about 6.2 ft. tall and definitely 10 years younger than her. His choppy medium long cut hair was spikey with shades of frosty red and gold. A silver ring pierced his earlobe. His light-grey eyes with spots of green shot daring glances at the blonde. A 5 o'clock shadow shrouded his defined jaws.He was wearing worn out sneakers, tight black leather pants and a skin-tight black tank top. Hank grinned when he realized that the youth's muscular biceps was displaying a USMC tattoo. It looks the boy intends to join the Marines after finishing college, Hank thought to himself. The blonde bitch was looking appreciative back at him She was talking to her boyfriend who looked over his broad shoulder, obviously skeptically. The blonde talked now more intently and finally the college hunk shrugged. Grinning he walked over to the big marine. "Hi, I am Blake," he introduced himself," you'd like to join us?" "Sure," Hank replied and followed the kid back to the smiling blonde. "The name is O'Dowerty, my friends call me Hank," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Hank, my name is Carol," she gave him a winning smile. Definitely a good lay, Hank thought. Just have to get rid of the boy. The guy his hot Carol thought. The half-open jeans vest was short and offered a clear view to the sexy bellybutton. A narrow line of reddish hair ascended across the chiseled six pack abs. The heavy muscled pectorals, as well covered with red-brown fur, were peeking from the unbuttoned jacket. The tight jeans covered an impressive bulge at the crotch. Carol registered the hefty dick extending alongside the fly almost up to the waistband of the jeans. No underwear and the fucker is fucking horny, she thought. His baby-maker is at least 11 inches maybe 12... mhhh. "A good looking man like you, does certainly know what he wants," Carol was openly flirting, causing Blake's apparent resentment. "A good looking woman like you does certainly know what I need." Hank grinned back. Shit, he thought, this bride definitely wants it. His dick hardened. Carol seemingly "accidentally" dropped her purse. When Hank bent down to pick it up, she looked interested at the appearing cleavage at the top of the buttocks when his jeans scooted down. Likewise the vest traveled up the marine's back revealing an extensive set of Celtic tattoos. Carol anticipated in her imagination, how she would goad him to buck his muscle-packed body into exhaustion. She could almost smell the strong animal-like scent of his sweat. The sweat that would cover his tattooed back, his flexing buttocks and his flushed face. She felt her hands resting on his powerful biceps sensing the first signs of treacherous trembling. She saw his eyes losing focus in that moment of delicious weakness that preceded the male's climax. She imagined his desperate struggling to hold back as long as possible and finally his unconditional surrender, while her pussy was milking his male essence and his macho pride from his shrinking nuts. Despite his moans she would not allow him to withdraw his by then supersensitive cock from her pussy. It would be the moment to force him on his back to ride him until he would beg her to stop, unable to produce even a tiny dribble of his man's juice... Let's see how cool you are, macho, Carol thought. Hank felt her warm hand on his bare back. When he rose up and put the purse on the table the hand slipped casually inside his pants resting on his muscle-butt. He froze. His eyes met hers. "Blake and I were about to leave to have some fun, I dig it that you'd like to join in ..." Carol talked as if nothing special was happening.The marine felt a finger digging between his damp butt cheeks and a sharp fingernail probed softly his asshole. Hank gulped and felt his balls tingle. Fuck, he thought, this horny bitch is finger-fucking me right here in public. His pulse quickened and he looked at Blake. The college jock reached inside Hank's jeans jacket and squeezed playfully the muscular pecs. "Well old man, if you've got what it takes..." Blake smirked while his thumbs circled around the hardening man tits. "Let's go," Hank croaked hoarsely. They left the bar and ended in Carol's apartment. While Blake took a shower, Hank followed Carol straight into her bedroom. Both were naked when Blake entered, a towel around his narrow waist. He frowned seeing the crewcut head buried between Carol's thighs. Huge tattoos covered the marine's back stretching even down to the dimpled melon-shaped muscle butt. "Hey soldier, time to hit the shower!" he said. Hank turned around and glowered coldly at the college athlete. Blake saw the boner throbbing between the brawny thighs, the mushroom head already glistening with pre-cum. "Boy, a woman likes a true man's smell, why don't you get your nice clean baby body outta here," the marine said in a drawling voice. "Fuck you," Blake shouted enraged,"she is my girl and she doesn't get off from your stink, you get outta here now, wha.... hey oouuuw!" He was cut off when Hank charged at him with lightning speed. Carol watched amused as the big marine snatched the towel away from the surprised college student exposing a quite impressive set of balls. "Not too bad for a nerd," commented Hank while he wrestled the jock down to the floor. Although the quarterback was well-built the marine had no trouble in subduing the younger man. Within seconds he had Blake on his back and forced one hairy armpit over the coughing youth's nose. "Here that's the smell of a true stallion," the Marine teased. He made the prone college boy feel the full weight of his 200 lbs. beefy body. Still holding the violently squirming victim down, he started to nibble at Blake's ear. His tongue traveled alongside the throat. "Nooooo - get off me you fuckin' faggot," Blake gasped. He struggled vehemently but to no avail. The marine covered the muscular shoulders with kisses and chuckled when an involuntary moan escaped from Blake's mouth. "Nnnnnoooooo ... nnghhh, uuuhhhhh," Blake felt a series of soft bites in his neck, his shoulders and in his pecs. "Mmmmmmh ... you smell sooo good," he heard Hank's mockery while being drenched in a tongue bath. Sharp teeth were teasing his sensitive nipples. Against his will Blake sensed a tingle of arousal rippling through his brawny body. He offered only meek resistance when Hank's powerful hands finally flipped him over on his belly. "Uuuuuuhhh yeahhhhhh," he groaned as Hank's tongue dove between his ass cheeks expertly rimming his rosy sphincter. When Hank felt that Blake's resistance was weakening he grabbed Blake's ankles and forced the heels up until they were pressed into the melon shaped butt cheeks rendering him totally defenseless. Returning Carol's daring glance his big hand pulled Blake's head back into his neck brutally pulling Blake's hair. Humiliatingly secured on the carpet the college stud was forced to look up to his girl who was watching the unequal fight from the bed. "Mmmpffff...", Blake was writhing, desperately struggling to escape from the marine's merciless grip. Blake felt utter embarrassment for being exposed in such a humiliating way in front of his girl. His dick was trapped between his defined abs and the structured fabric of the carpet. The marine was now leaning on him with the full weight of his body, forcing his heels deep inside the dimpled buttocks. "What the fuck...?" Blake groaned when Hank started to rock his body in rhythmical motions. Then he realized that his dick was responding to the stimulations. The sensitive glans was slowly rubbing over the rough surface of the carpet. By pushing and releasing his weight Hank simulated a bucking rhythm. The marine wanted him to shoot a fuckin' load on the carpet! "Oh no ... you can't do this to me, let me goooo!" Blake winced. The college hunk realized in horror that he was about to be made cum watched by his girlfriend. He tried desperately to distract himself, to avoid any further arousal. Then a finger slipped between his quivering butt cheeks and penetrated his rear defenses. "Uuuuurgh ... noooo ... please stop!" Blake was begging. He was losing the battle. Hank continued to grin devilishly at Carol while he probed the ass of the feebly writhing muscle boy. When the sweaty body convulsed he knew that he had found the spot. Blake's whole body was flushed with a rosy pink. "Shit please no, oh you make me ... aw fuuuuck!" Blake moaned in despair. Carol chuckled when Blake's expression told her that her boyfriend was close to climax. "Aaaarrghh ... n-nnooo ... unngg...", Blake's body jerked in uncontrolled spasms. His cock pulsed wildly and than he felt the embarrassing release of a sequence of jet streams of his hot white jism forming a sticky pool on the carpet. Hank released the exhausted quarterback only after the sculpted six-pack abs up to the huge heaving pectorals where thoroughly coated by a mixture of sweat and cum from a gooey pool that had been accumulated under the college athlete's jerking body. Blake's legs slumped with a thud to the ground. "Drained so quickly," Hank smirked at the whimpering sweaty body. But he was not yet through with the hapless muscle boy. Blake was grabbed by the shoulders and forced on his knees. The marine put the sweat and cum soaked body on display to Carol. With a powerful thrust from his pelvis he drove his steel hard rod up to the hilt inside Blake's shit chute. "Aaaaarghhhh ... fuckkkk!" the young man gasped. Carol saw as Blake's dick rose again to a half hard state. "Jerk your juicer, boy, don't let me do all the work for ya' ", Blake heard Hank's hoarse voice panting in his ear while the soldier's pile was thrusting inside his burning ass. Mechanically he started to pump his own dick to another swollen erection. "Yeah man, give it to me, uh yesss .... Fuck that feels ssssoooo hottt," Blake moaned. He felt the marine's dick swell even more and then a wad of hot jizz was coating him from the inside. At the same moment a gooey stream of cum was painfully squeezed from his own tortured dick. "Huh, huh ... huuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!", he croaked while he collapsed exhausted in the marine's arms. "You made quite a mess here, boy. Clean it up!" Hank forced the unresisting college stud face down on the carpet making him lick his own man's juice. Again Blake was forced on his knees. He was sobbing in utter humiliation but a merciless Hank made sure that Carol got a good view of her friend's cum smeared face. Only then he released the younger man from his iron grip. Neglecting the softly sobbing college jock Hank turned to Carol: "Time for you to meet a real man, babe ..." he grinned. "You bloody horny bastard!", the blonde mocked in faked disgust. Her true feelings became obvious when she spread her legs invitingly. Hank spat in his palm and lubricated his boner with his own saliva. The pulsing shaft penetrated effortless the cunt lips. Hank felt Carol's boobs pressing against his own pecs. He hugged the blonde head and darted with his tongue deep into the woman's throat. Sharp fingernails were digging into his back while Carol's pussy closed around Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty's dick like a steel vise. It was a bruised but satisfied marine who gathered his scattered clothes in the next morning. He smirked down at the limp body of Professor Carol Anderson. She was thoroughly exhausted. Her glassy eyes had trouble to focus. Carol's ass and pussy were sore from Blake's pounding. Her breasts were coated by marine cum. Hank's man's juice was even drooling from the corner of her mouth. "Thanks for the work-out baby," Hank said when he left," whenever you need it, you know were to find me ..." There was nothing romantic about Hank's sex. Love-making was just satisfying his sexual urges. Hank had the reputation to take what he wanted whenever he needed it. He was definitely into threesomes and nobody dared to call him a faggot when he fucked the boyfriend together with the girlfriend. It was during a tough outdoor training session when Kyle and Hank were standing side by side the camo pants down around their knees releasing two gushing streams of piss when Kyle asked the burly Sergeant for help. He told him about his predicament and the dominating effect his younger brother Taylor had on him. "This brat drugged me and had his way with me," Kyle blushed when he told the embarrassing story. "I tried to get even with him, but he tricked me again and now he threatens to tell my folks all about it, pretending that I was so horny that I raped him! My old man would kill me. He'd never believe my teen bro is taking me down." Hank could hardly believe this story but as a marine brother's honor was at stake he agreed to help. Kyle was relieved and the two marines developed a plan whereby Hank would show up unexpectedly at one of the evenings Kyle was forced to spend with Taylor's gang. Then they would team up and teach the faggots a lesson they would never forget. "Don't worry mate," Hank laughed, "I'll fuck these brats' brains out in no time." It was again a hot Friday afternoon in August and Kyle was once again mowing the lawn in his parents' garden. The athletic-built, dark tanned marine was clad only in his dog tags and a pair of skimpy navy-blue bikini briefs. It had actually been his teen brother Taylor's turn to do the mowing, but Taylor had made it clear that he was not going to do the lawn because of the burning heat outside. Kyle knew better than to object, when his brother ordered him to do the job. Kyle was frustrated. His parents always took the side of his younger brother. And the brat played his cards too well. Their parents didn't know that he was gay. They had no idea that he was hanging around with a gang of street trash, dealing drugs, stealing cars and extorting money from smaller high school teens. But Taylor kept this second identity well hidden. He was bright and produced continuously A-grades. Their parents were proud of the "little one", who would make it through college and graduate as a genius, may be a future lawyer or an MD. Kyle had disappointed his parents by quitting college. He had always despised studying and preferred sports and the outdoors. It had been only little consolation to his old man that he did well in the military academy and his mother had never understood nor accepted his decision at all. When his brother was younger he had handled their parents' obvious preference for Taylor with ease. He didn't care too much about his old folks opinion. His former college friends envied him when he rode on his bike clad in full uniform scoring well with the girls because the training of the corps provided him with a gorgeous body. Keeping his room at home saved him a lot of money to spend for leisure, booze and chicks. All that had changed since Taylor had taken charge. He had never expected what had happened and still had to come to terms with the situation that muscle and sexual prowess could not succeed his "little" brother's plot. Finally his job was done. He pushed the mower into the garage and went to the kitchen, red faced, soaked in sweat and bloody thirsty. Taylor was reading a comics book and from the living room he heard his mother and Aunt Margie laughing. Friday was the traditional coffee/gossiping time for the two women. Having learned his lesson, however, Kyle suspiciously rejected the opened beer can Taylor was offering him. "Nah relax, it's not spiked Bro," Taylor smirked while his hand wiped across his brother's sweaty abs. Kyle writhed back to avoid his brother's touch. "Better safe than sorry," he muttered while fetching a new beer from the fridge. One hand resting on his hip he took a big sip of the ice cold drink. "No need to trick you big Bro, I can have you any time," Taylor reached playfully for his brother's crotch and squeezed the hefty bulge barely contained by the navy-blue fabric. "Fuck! Stop that shit!" Kyle jumped and brushed Taylor's hand away. But his younger brother continued to charge at him, trying to pull his briefs down. Kyle grabbed Taylor's wrists, turned him around and forced the teens arms across his chest. "Stop it!" he hissed angrily into Taylor's ears. "Why? Are you suddenly shy?" Taylor laughed while he struggled to get free. He pushed his butt backwards bumping his brother's groin until he felt the close contact with the meaty prick. He knew his brother all too well. After one week at the base the stud was horny as hell. Returning home he would straight hit the shower to wash off the sweat and to enjoy a lengthy jack off session under the streams of hot water. But on that day Kyle had started to work on the lawn first and hadn't had his jo time yet. Taylor started to grind his brother's rod and balls with his buttocks. A surprised grunt and the swelling of the bulge told him that he was achieving the desired effects. Kyle knew what his brother was up to and moved backwards, but Taylor suddenly losing interest to get free followed him promptly. Kyle wanted to tighten his grip further when he felt the fridge door in his back. He was trapped and the brat continued to wriggle his butt. Kyle's dick responded fast. "Hey leave the little one alone will you?" their mother had entered the kitchen. "He started it," Kyle protested while nervously trying to squirm his pelvis away from the bucking hips of his teen brother. "No he's bullying me again," Taylor was suddenly sobbing but did not back away from his brother. "That's not a fair, a big strong marine like you should not treat his little brother like that." "The little one is nineteen now", Kyle said with a sullen voice. "Leave him ... it's enough!" their mother's voice went stern. With a sigh of resignation Kyle released his brother. "OK now give your brother a hug," their mother commanded. Taylor turned around and faced him. Quickly and unnoticed by his mother he reached behind his brother's back and pulled the briefs down exposing Kyle's dimpled butt. He hugged Kyle digging his hands painfully into the hefty butt cheeks. His own groin was rubbing his brother's inflicting even more "damage". Kyle had just managed to pull his briefs up again when he to his utter embarrassment his dick betrayed him again and rose to an impressive erection. The cockhead pushed past the waistband when the skimpy briefs were unable to tame their content anymore. Kyle blushed and froze in shame. He was throwing a fucking boner in front of his mother! And now his brother turned back to their mother and began stepping aside exposing his predicament. Carefully but firm he stopped Taylor and kept him between himself and their mother. Embracing his brother seemingly playfully from behind he whispered into Taylor's ear: "You move ^Ö I swear you die!" "Now you two boys behave, will you?" their mother returned to the living room. "Yes Mom," the brothers replied. Their mother had hardly left when Kyle hissed enraged: "You are such a mean cowardly bastard, you know? You've got a big mouth only when Mom or Dad is around. Just be warned one day I'll get you alone and then I'll teach ya' some respect!" "Oh really?," Taylor grinned. "You are the one coming every weekend home and throwing a fuckin' boner! Why do you blame me if you can't control your dirty prick?" "You faggot you'll never understand," Kyle replied with a red face," it's the normal thing to do for healthy strong man. Normal! Not fuckin' queer..." "Hehe, and that normal strong buck seemed to like it pretty much, when I was screwing him, huh?" Taylor interrupted his brother. "That was just `cause you were lucky! If it would be a fair fight, you wouldn't last a minute," Kyle grabbed Taylor's shoulders, furiously shaking his brother. "Is that so?" Taylor pushed his brother away. "I don't think so. I am the better one because I don't wear my brain between my legs, jarhead!" "Sucker!" Kyle snorted "Oaf!" Taylor retorted. "Mama's boy!" Kyle smirked. "Well if you have the guts, why don't we decide it here and now who's the boss, huh?" Taylor challenged. "What do you mean?" Kyle frowned suspiciously. "Exactly what I said dumbo! Show me what you've got!" Taylor said. "But Mom ..." Kyle didn't get it. "The one who cries for help looses!" Taylor said. "I won't ever cry for Mom to help me!" Kyle blurted. "So, then you are in?" Taylor asked slyly. "Yeah!" Kyle replied still not too sure about into what he was putting himself now. "OK, then..." Taylor unzipped his baggy cargo pants. Kyle watched in disbelieve as his brother pulled his dick out and started to stroke. (top be continued...)