From: D One Subject: Brothers and Me Date: 23 Aug 1998 00:00:00 GMT I met him in a bar. Ok, that's not unusual you say? For me it is. You see, I rarely go to bars, gay or otherwise. It's just not my "thing". But when I travel, I do explore a bit..if even only to look. No matter what part of the country , continent or world you go, the men are pretty much the same. There are trends of course...especially in Europe where some countries have physical traits you can see exist in the men. But even there, the various heritages, lineages and originating cultures are starting to blend. I was in the UK on business. It was a week of sale meetings, trying to convince a hesitant group to listen to this American with my own style of rationalizing needs and products..oh never mind..you get the drift. I was near collapsing and thinking of getting an earlier flight back home. On Thursday, however, I wandered into a bar near a college in the northeast part of London. A nearby college told me that even if the bar wasn't gay, it would offer some visual delights. Indeed it did. The bar, or pub, was filled with males. Young, old, short, tall, fat, all kinds. And the clean cut near cherubic faces of the youth in UK always churn my butter. I sat at a table drinking and looking about. A guy came by and asked if he could share. I said sure thing. He looked at me and smiled. "American?" he asked and I smiled back while crossing my legs to hide the erection that had sprung up...depsite my years. We chatted a bit, I bought him drinks and he bought me one too. He even invited a couple of his mates over to meet me and the four of us talked and laughed....I laughed even though I couldn't understand everything he said. Back at my hotel room, he stared at my laptop computer. He had come to my room to do exactly that since we started talking about the web and other computer things. I went into the bathroom and when I came back into the room, he clothing were in a pile on the floor. He sat at the desk typing away on my keyboard....wearing only his shorts...jockey...my favorite. I put my hands on his bare shoulders and he kept typing. I looked over his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek..and neck. His moaning told me I was doing the right things. "Get undressed" he said to me as he continued to search the web. I was naked in an instant..my cock sticking thru the chair and rubbing against his back. He lifted a hand over his shoulder to acknowledge it..then pulled me around so he could turn his head and swallow it. He sucked like a hungry calf and I pulled his curly hair'd head into me. My fingers found his nipples and the little metal stud that was lodged in one of them. He sucked even harder when I played with it. I moved away and he stood to turn off the computer. I pulled his jockeys down his smooth buttocks and felt them...sliding a finger inbetween...he sucked in air as I fingered the hole. We could have fucked right there..except when I yanked my cock out I would have spurted all over my keyboard..and you just don't do THAT. Besides the bed was inviting us..... One think about UK hotel beds...they are lumpy and not the greatest to sleep in or on. But they are firm enough to have one hell of a good time on...and we did, sucking tongue, cock, toes, fingering buttholes and eventually fucking until our bodies had to quit. I also learned how to play with an uncircumsized cock..he told me what to do..and even though I was afraid of huring him by pulling on his foreskin, he seemed to love it. And he kept pulling one of my hands to his pierced nipple..and I obliged. We slept together...cuddling, snuggling, breating and snoring at each other. I'd wake as he was stroking my chest hair in the middle of the night..and he would wake as he lay face down.....my hands stroking the entire length of his body..neck to heel..pausing to lovingly enjoy the valley of the small of his back growing into the two perfectly matched round mounds of his buttocks. The morning had us sharing a shower...UK showers aren't like the US....very little water pressure..but we enjoed it nevertheless. He told me what he wated and I let him.....looking up at his smooth younger body as he rythmically moved his hips aginst me..his uncut dick inside me. He claimed he had never fucked an American before. As he requested I reached up and fondled his nipples..the pierced one and the other one which sent him into erotic shock. My butthole was sore all day. But that night I found him waiting for me outside my hotel..and we discarded our short discussion about dinner and went upstairs to relive our fun again. I gave him the spare key..and was glad I did. He came and left.....sharing me with his fantasies about Americans. And I bathed him, held him, kissed him, sucked him and fucked him more time then I thought I could at my age. Saturday I toured his college, met his flat mates and even had a discussion about computers with one of his teachers..or professors or whatever they are called. As I let the body sweat dry that night.....our play had been especially demanding I wondered if he was "the one". Would I be learning about immigration laws so he could be with me at home or would I be spending the rest of my years wishing I had moved to UK? I awoke early in the morning and he had gone. I wished he were there to pet, hold, kiss or even more..but I was tired....so very tired and slept. I felt his hands on my butt and back. He wasn't fucking me, he was massaging me gently..until he realized I was awake then he worked my shoulders and back muscles..I groaned and moaned and encouraged him. His bare thighs were on either side of my hips..my hands found them and slowly stroked each one as my entire muscle structure glowered in his attention. He kissed my shoulder and cheek saying "good morning" and calling me pet names that had developed. I moved my hips so my erection could move..and his hand was under me moving my cock and balls back....so I could lay flat. He massaged my butt and thighs..pressing his thumbs into the inside of my thighs. His tongue lapped my balls and hard cock making it spill out more precum. Then I felt his lips on the back of my neck almost immediately. I was confused. His hands were my neck and his lips on my cheek again. But at the same time his hands were on my the small of my back....slowly rotating. I turned my head and he was there smiling...kneeling beside me. Another pair of thighs remained on either side of my own hips. "Ever had two boys massage you?" He smiled..and I remembered his question about threesomes. He was giving me a parting gift..and I hoped it would be as wonderful as his basic gift. "Turn over" he said and I managed. But above me he was stradling me....his chest was smooth and his nipple was pierced....his hands were stroking my now available erection and cupping my balls. "Twins?" I muttered. "No, brothers" he said to me..he was kissing my ear...about to tongue it which he had learned sent me into erotic spasm. He moved behind his brother and put his hands on his brothers nipples beginning to work them. "One year apart..but you can tell the difference can't you?" I couldn't at first. They were so similar....bodies, cocks, faces smiles..nipples..then I noticed. "Left" I muttered and he smiled...his brother grimmaced as his pierced left nipple was given an extra hard tug. "Yours is on the right" I said. "Now you can tell us apart...if you want" I reached up and replaced his fingers with mine...giving his brother the same treatment I had learned to give him. The result was the same..the boy threw his head back and his entire body tightened so tight I could see his muscles..stomach, chest, neck. shoulders..... His brother dove his tongue down his throat and they were nursing on each others mouths...as I moved to reach both boys nipples..working them until the pushed my fingers away.....I thought I had overdone it. "You're gonna make us cum too fast" the new brother said...his hands finding my nipples and began to play..making my cock strain. "Look, he likes it too" he said with the enthusiasm of a kid discovering his first....orgasm. I moved to his cock and sucked as he continued to reach under me. His brother moved behind me and they were soon turning me into a shishkabob....and loving it as much as I was. I pulled back and turned around intent on resuming...that delighted them and they gladly gave me their cocks...........I reached for the nipples of the one I was now sucking and had to reach under his own arms..he had reached back to grab his brother's...... Cum has an odor. It's neither bad nor good. It's like a locker room smell of sweaty jocks..but the more there is the more erotic it is. there were six puddles of it on that bed before long.... I was laying with the new found brother seeing what other things I had learned about his brother also made him happy. He wanted to examine my dick more..I was his first cut one he muttered. "OK ready" I heard and the boy led me by my half hard cock to the bathroom where the other boy had prepared a hot bubble bath. The English usually aren't big on bathtubs..so I was surprised to find a huge one in the bathroom of my hotel. Maybe it was because they catered to foreigners. I let them lead me into it and bathe me. No words were spoken..as they seemed happy to soap my back, chest, arms and legs..occasionall stepping into the tub to do so..or stay on the side which ever was a better place to reach me. Then both got in...making the water overflow a bit..and the three of us found a way to lay there...enjoing the water while it was still warm...and each other's soapy, slippery bodies. We lay on the bed quietly afterwards.....petting, stroking..none of us trying to do anything to arouse each other...just enjoying the feeling. And we slept. I already told you about the bed..but I didn't tell you it wasn't exactly build to be shared by two..let alone three. but somehow we found a way to fit...spooning or laying in each others arms or over each other or all three. In the middle of the night..I awoke to the sounds I knew well. One brother was fucking the other. But it wasn't just horny youth fucking, they touched, kissed, fingered, and enjoyed each other as I suspect they had been doing since they were able to. I reached out and pet, stroked, pulled on one or both pierced nipples and they continued....excited even more by my helping them....their fucking got harder and harder and in the night...illuminated by a street lamp, I saw the dramatic sight of bodies tighten as their cum loads shot into each other. When one was done the other quickly moved into place and continued. The similarity of looks made it almost sureal. "Dad used to do that too" one said to me as they lay on either side of me..kissing my chest and putting their fingers in my chest hair. "You mean he played while you two...." "Yeah and more" the other one said. I was being their dad that day I knew and fucked each one of them.....going from one butt to the other..not sure when or if I shoud come at all. Then they attacked me and I soon was on my knees..feeling a cock in my ass, fingers on my nipples..mouth on my cock hand on my nuts and another finger under me...stabbing into my already stuffed butthole. They were relentless...I had nothing to say...they were attacking....my body was on it's own....and when I spilled out my streams of whatever liquid was in me...they giggled. "Just like Dad?" I asked as I lay there trying to catch my breath. "Not until you spank each one of us" they said. Nobody complained in the hotel dining room the next day as the three of us ate breakfast. I told them not to be late for class..they seemed to like that. And I hugged and kissed each one in front of the hotel as they trotted back to the college. "Nice lads you got there" another hotel guest told me. "Yep, great kids" I said..my cock growing again. I plan to return to the UK soon...maybe for the holidays......I need to see how my boys are getting along. The letters just aren't enough anymore.