Date: Tue, 08 Sep 1998 18:20:06 PDT
From: Martin Rammsonde <martramm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Carnal Knowledge 101 (mmm inc interr oral/anal coll)

Carnal Knowledge 101 (mmm inc interr oral/anal coll)
by Martin Rammsonde

Part 1

Derek was horny. He'd been doing his workout routine at the campus 
athletic centre, and had had the good fortune to hit the showers at the 
same time as the varsity swim team. Swimmer's build is a cliche, but, 
God, were those swimmers built! He had taken cautious sideways glances 
at the smooth, sleekly muscled bodies on either side of him, watching as 
soapy hands lathered sculpted thighs and torsos, capturing the scenes 
like a hidden camera to replay later in his mind's eye. He didn't know 
how he had managed to keep his thick cock restrained to an inobvious 
size while he was so closely surrounded by those slippery bodies, soaped 
asses, and fistfuls of hot manmeat (although the bracing stream of ice-
cold water he had forced himself to stand under played its part). Now, 
walking home, he allowed his mind to wander back to the showers, and to 
rebuild the scene in a more perfect way.

There were two swimmers there that he was particularly hot for. One of 
them, Carlos, was a good looking Uruguayan boy, who had been in some of 
Derek's freshman classes two years previously. His curly black hair and 
coffee-double-cream skin were as appealing to Derek as were his well-
defined chest, and big, low hanging balls. Derek didn't know the name of 
the other swimmer, although he had heard his teammates sometimes call 
him Squid. Derek speculated to himself that Squid was so named because 
of the way he wrapped his long, tanned legs around his teammate fuck 
buddies during sweaty, post-swimming hump sessions, or maybe because of 
the squid-inking intensity with which he emptied his balls after having 
his tight ass hammered long and hard. Squid was tall and slim, blond 
haired and blue-eyed - in some ways the opposite of Carlos. His skin was 
nicely bronzed, except for tan lines, well hidden under his usual racing 
speedo, that showed he sunned in something considerably more revealing.

Carlos and Squid were two college boys with whom Derek would have no 
problem studying - hard. He had seen them together alone around town on 
occasion, so it didn't seem entirely unreasonable to imagine them 
stripped down, and practicing a different kind of stroke than the kind 
they worked on in the pool. He pictured the two swim studs naked on the 
floor of the showers, lying on their sides under a spray of warm water 
from the shower heads, fucking each other's face in animal frenzy, while 
exploring each other's fuckhole with soapy fingers. Derek transmorphed 
in his mind the fluid, serpentine motions of competitive swimmers into 
the coital thrustings of the two facefucking men. He pictured Squid 
driving his thick manmeat down Carlos' throat, his balls getting close 
to the edge with Carlos fingering his tight lovehole, until with a 
muffled scream he'd blast his load of hot jiz into Carlos' hungry mouth, 
filling it until the creamy spunk dribbled out past Carlos' lips. Now it 
would be the hot Latino's turn to empty his balls, wrapping his thighs 
around his blond buddy's head, taking long deep thrusts into his hot, 
wet throat, and then pulling out hard to impale himself deeper on 
Squid's soapy fingers, until finally his big balls would begin to pump 
their thick cum up his long cockshaft, and siphon it into his friend's 
waiting throat. And then Derek would imagine the whole sequence from the 
start again.

By the time he arrived at the steps of the townhouse he shared with his 
brother and a friend, his hot fantasy had caused his cock to swell to an 
aching, throbbing bulge that was only nominally restrained by his 
briefs. As he closed the front door behind him, a welcoming shout from 
his brother Jamie led him to the kitchen. Jamie stood at the counter 
with his back to Derek, chopping vegetables. "Care for some salad?", 
Jamie asked. Derek looked at his younger brother for a moment. He'd been 
told that they looked like twins despite the two year difference in 
their ages. The only thing that told them apart from a distance was 
Jamie's blond hair, although Derek liked to think that his own light-
brown could pass for blond in the right light. Since Derek had started 
working out in earnest, he also differentiated himself from his brother 
by the extra definition he had started to carve into his muscles. And of 
course, there was the difference that strained within Derek's shorts - 
Jamie had traded off some of his big brother's thickness for length.

"I was hoping for something more substantial", he at last replied. As he 
watched Jamie work, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and khaki shorts, 
Derek felt a sudden need to have his hand wrapped around Jamie's 
manpole, and to thrust his own aching cock deep into his brother's tight 
boypussy.

"Hungry after your big workout?", Jamie said without turning around. 
Derek moved behind Jamie, put his hands on his brother's hips, and 
pulled their bodies together, rubbing his rigid tool against his 
brother's ass, wishing it was flesh on flesh, without the layers of 
clothes that separated them. "Hungry?", he whispered in Jamie's ear, 
"That isn't the half of it."

Jamie stopped working, and pushed back against Derek, wriggling his ass 
against the thick, familiar outline of his big brother's cock. He 
laughed, saying "I hope it's *not* the half of it - if it were twice 
this big I'd be in serious trouble." But his laugh morphed into a 
muffled moan as Derek reached one hand under Jamie's loose t-shirt to 
play with a nipple, and pushed his other hand down the front pocket of 
Jamie's khaki shorts to grasp the shank of his growing cock. "Stop, we 
can't -", Jamie whispered urgently. "My friend Ken - he's upstairs."

Derek paused his stroking. "What's he doing here?", he queried. Jamie 
tried to push his brother's hands away. "Research", Jamie answered. "He 
needs to use my computer to get on the `net." 

Derek wanted to ask Jamie about his relationship with Ken. Jamie and Ken 
spent a lot of time together, and in Derek's opinion, at least, Ken had 
the potential to be a pretty hot fuck. However, although the two 
brothers had a long history of sharing each other's bed, of sweaty 
nights spent fucking one another to cum-drenched exhaustion, and of 70 
mph face-fucks (to relieve boredom on the long car trip back home at 
holidays), it seemed to Derek that he would break some unspoken taboo if 
he were to ask Jamie about his non-fraternal sexual activities.

Like Jamie, Ken was a freshman at the college. His parents were both 
Japanese, though they had emigrated before Ken was born. Ken had the 
dreamy deep brown eyes, and the pouty, kissable lips that Derek found 
attractive in Asian men. A few months before, the three of them and 
Derek's roommate Philip had gone for a weekend to Philip's family 
cottage. Derek still remembered vividly the image of Ken in his black 
and white striped speedo, his smooth sepia-toned flesh separated between 
his torso and his thighs by the triangle of bright spandex. He dove into 
the water, and when he pulled himself back onto the dock, his swimwear 
peeled down enough to reveal the patch of silky black pubic hair that 
contrasted so sharply with the rest of his smooth body. Derek had later 
taken a walk by himself in the woods, and in a secluded spot had pumped 
his cock mercilessly while imagining Ken standing naked in water just 
shallow enough to reveal that first glimpse of silky hair; and then 
imagined himself wading out to Ken, and filling his hot Asian ass with 
every rock hard inch that Derek could slam into him. When Derek finally 
shot his wad at the climax of this fantasy, the sound of his jiz 
spraying the nearby brush was like a downpour.

The thought of Ken being upstairs, only feet away, therefore only 
aroused Derek more. He brushed away Jamie's protesting hands, and pulled 
him closer. Jamie's cock was like a pulsing steel rod, and Derek swept 
his hand up its length to gently massage its swollen mushroom head. 
Derek felt the nipple under the fingers of his other hand begin to 
stiffen, as Jamie's hands stopped opposing him. He slipped his tongue 
into his brother's ear, and a low moan told him that Jamie was his. "I 
want to feel your hot asshole wrapped around my cock", Derek hissed in 
his ear. "Fuck, I need to fill your boypussy with jiz", he continued, 
"pump your ass full with a quart of creamy cum, until it's running out 
your fuckhole, down over your balls and dripping down your thighs. Are 
you going to spread your legs, open your lovechute, and let your big 
brother shove his big tool deep inside you?"

"Oh, fuck, yesss..", groaned Jamie in a low voice. His older brother 
knew exactly how and where to touch him to reduce him to helplessness. 
He could feel the thick cock pressed against his ass, and he closed his 
eyes and moaned as he imagined ripping it free from his brother's 
shorts, kneeling down before him, and swallowing it deep into his 
throat. He was worried that Ken might suddenly come down from upstairs, 
but his concern receded as he felt Derek's hand, still in his front 
pocket, rolling over the head of his straining cock, drawing precum in a 
steady stream from the tip.

The danger of Ken's reappearance in some ways aroused Jamie further. He 
remembered a pool party he and Derek had attended when he first arrived 
at college. In the late evening, as twilight fell, he and Derek had 
begun to wrestle in the pool, with a closeness and intimacy that, with 
some irony, would have been regarded as abnormal had they not been 
siblings. They had allowed their horseplay to carry them to the darkest 
corner of the pool, away from the patio lanterns and the other guests. 
There, only yards from the bright lights and chatter, Derek pulled 
Jamie's speedos down over his thighs from behind. Then Jamie felt his 
brother's rigid pole graze his balls, before Derek pressed it against 
Jamie's twitching hole, and sank deep inside him. Coupled together like 
this, they moved so that Jamie faced the wall of the pool and could hang 
onto the edge, while Derek began with lazy, deep thrusts to fuck his 
brother. Derek wrapped one arm around Jamie's waist, and formed a fist 
around his brother's cock, so that with each fuckthrust into his 
brother's boypussy, Jamie's big long cock slid through Derek's fingers. 
At one point, one of the guests, a woman, had called out asking what 
they were up to, and when Derek answered in a voice husky with lust that 
he was fucking his little brother, the woman had shrieked with laughter, 
and left to freshen her drink. When Jamie finally came with Derek 
driving deep inside him from behind, with his ears filled with the 
nearby hum of conversation from people Jamie could clearly see if he 
twisted around, it was the most intense ball-blasting experience he 
could remember. Ken's presence reawakened part of the thrill of that 
night.

Ken was having a similar but different influence on Derek's frame of 
mind. He imagined himself and Jamie in the living room, Jamie's knees on 
the floor with his chest supported on the sofa, and his ass in the air; 
Derek kneeling behind him, his thick tool buried in his brother's tight 
ass, ploughing it hard. Behind them and unseen, Ken comes down the 
stairs, attracted by the gutteral moans and gasps of Jamie as his 
lovehole gets plowed. Ken stands on the stairs, wide-eyed; before him, 
his best friend (lover? Derek wonders again) is being reamed by his 
older, but nearly look-alike brother. Ken watches motionless for a 
while, and then pushes a hand into his shorts to grasp his rapidly 
swelling cock. He strokes it, pumping it slowly, smearing precum like 
lube over the slippery head. He drops his shorts to the floor, and 
advances down the stairs, towards the incestuously coupled brother-
lovers, who don't yet hear his approach. He kneels behind Derek, 
watching the powerful thrusts of his hips as he buries himself deep 
inside Jamie's ass. Ken drops down to the floor, to look between Derek's 
legs, and to watch Derek's rock hard meat emerge from Jamie's tight hot 
love-channel, before pistoning into him once more. Ken fucks his fist as 
he watches, keeping pace with Jamie's brother's rhythm, slipping his 
slick cock through his clenched hand with each slap of Derek's balls 
against Jamie's ass. Finally, unable to control his lust anymore, he 
positions himself behind the older brother, and slides his slippery 
cockhead down the boy's sweat-lubed crack. Derek glances around without 
breaking his rhythm, and seeing his brother's hot Asian friend preparing 
to ram his hot manmeat up his exposed fuckchute, he smiles and offers 
his boypussy to Ken, almost pulling out of Jamie to push back against 
Ken's rigid fuckpole. And then Ken enters him, sandwiching him between 
the familiar warmth of his brother, and the unfamiliar, smooth Japanese 
flesh of this hot man whose cock is skewering him.

Derek moaned as he imagined this, squirming against his brother, letting 
the pressure between their bodies knead his stiff tool, while his hand 
did the same for  Jamie's raging boner. Jamie twisted around so he could 
face his brother, and bringing his parted lips next to Derek's, kissed 
him, sliding his tongue into Derek's mouth. Derek liked to kiss, and 
Jamie knew that a few minutes of dueling tongues with his big brother 
would turn Derek's briefs into a wet pool of precum around the swollen 
mushroom head. He dropped his hands to Derek's waist, and unbuckled his 
shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He let one hand glide over 
Derek's silky bikini briefs, following the smooth curve of his confined 
balls, up to the beginning of the hard outline of his straining cock, 
then along the shaft, which lay parallel to the waistband of the briefs, 
pressed against his abdomen by the tight bikinis. Derek sucked in his 
breath, and let out a moan muffled by Jamie's lips locked against his, 
as his brother's fingers gently pressed against the ridge outlining his 
cockhead. As Jamie had anticipated, Derek's sexy briefs were soaked with 
precum. The stickiness against his fingers reminded him of how much he 
liked to taste his brother's salty precum-smeared dick, and how much he 
liked to feel that hard manmeat slide down his throat.

Jamie broke from his brother's embrace, and dropped to his knees before 
Derek, lustfully taking in the sight of Derek's tightly packed bikini 
briefs, before enveloping the meaty head of his brother's fuckstick with 
his hungry mouth. Derek threw his head up in ecstacy as he felt Jamie 
suck his swollen cock through his precum drenched briefs. He dropped his 
hands down to snare in his brother's long blond hair, holding Jamie's 
head in his hands as Jamie slipped his tongue under the edge of Derek's 
briefs to swab the salty cockhead that was barely contained within. 
Jamie slid a hand into the bulging bikinis, just behind Derek's balls, 
teasingly sliding a finger between his balls and his twitching asshole, 
almost but not quite running to the tight hole itself.

The rivers of pleasure running from Derek's erogeneous zones were 
unbearable in their teasing promise. He wanted Jamie to strip the briefs 
from him and free him from their hot confines. He wanted Jamie's mouth 
to swallow his raging hardon. He wanted Jamie's finger to circle his 
boyhole, and then to push inside him. He wanted to be feel Jamie's tight 
fuckchute clenched around his cock, and to feel Ken's cock filling his 
boypussy, and to feel Ken riding them both, so that each savage thrust 
of Ken's rod into his ass would drive his own pole deep into Jamie.

He didn't have to wait long for the first of these. Jamie was hot to see 
his big brother's cock jutting free, the steel-hard shaft throbbing, 
with a glistening stream of clear precum welling up from the tip and 
spilling over the head and down the thick shaft. He grabbed the 
waistband of Derek's bulging briefs, and ripped them down, freeing the 
big tool which leapt out and up like it was spring-loaded. Jamie grunted 
in anticipation as he brought his lips gently to the engorged head, 
caressing the pleasure ridge with his lips, before parting them and 
drawing his brother's fuckstick into his warm wet mouth. Derek moaned 
softly and felt his legs weaken as his pulsing meat disappeared into 
Jamie's mouth. Jamie swallowed it with practiced ease until his nose was 
buried in Derek's thick pubic hair, and his chin rested against his 
brother's jiz-brimming balls. Then he began to fuck the rigid rod, 
sliding off it until his tongue could wash around the mushroom head, 
then diving down again until the entire shaft was hidden past his lips 
and down his throat. Derek looked down in a haze of indescribable 
pleasure, watched Jamie as he worked a steady rhythm, his blond head 
bobbing up and down at Derek's crotch. One hand continued to play with 
Derek's balls, and to run the length of Derek's crack, always avoiding 
his hot hole. And then on one teasing run, his fingers found the rim of 
Derek's boypussy, and started circling it. Derek wriggled his ass 
backward to meet his brother's fingers, moaning with anticipation. Jamie 
pulled his mouth from Derek's swollen pole long enough to lube his 
middle finger with saliva, and then opened his mouth to again swallow 
the glistening wet column of meat. He brought the lubed finger against 
the tight ring of hot flesh guarding his brother's fuck chasm, and 
pressed inward until the sphincter opened and his finger slid into the 
warm depths of his favourite boypussy.

Derek groaned as he became overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure 
being generated by his horny brother. With his fingers still snared in 
Jamie's blond hair, he grasped his brother's head between his hands and 
began to fuck his face. He knew if he continued for long, he'd soon blow 
his wad down Jamie's throat, even though he was still hungry to bury his 
redhot cock deep into his little brother's tight ass. However, right now 
it was his ass that was being plumbed, and Jamie's wriggling finger was 
firing off all his pleasure cells, which in concert with the facefucking 
cock massage was bringing Derek ever closer to the edge. "Stop!", he 
pleaded, "You're going to make me cum! I wanna cum in your hot little 
ass, fuck that tight brotherpussy until I spray my scalding jiz inside 
your guts!". But while he pleaded for Jamie to stop, his hips never 
slackened their rhythm as they rocked back and forth, thrusting his 
aching meat into Jamie's accepting face. His face humping pace began to 
increase, and Jamie corkscrewed his finger deep within Derek's lovehole, 
searching for the pleasure button that would give his brother the 
creamily explosive release he was now desperate for. Finally the 
pressure of so much pleasure became too much, and an orgasmic wave began 
to build between Derek's legs, finally bursting out with a torrent of 
cream that flooded down his brother's throat. His body was racked by 
convulsions, as his balls emptied a full load of thick jiz. Jamie 
swallowed the stream of boycum thirstily, his finger playing with 
Derek's prostate until the last of the orgasmic pleasure waves 
convulsing Derek's body had died away.

"Oh, fuck", was all Derek could say as he collapsed back against the 
counter. As Jamie stood up, Derek's still hard but softening cock 
glistened with saliva and threads of fresh cum. The brothers embraced 
and kissed, Jamie sharing a mouthful of creamy jiz with his older 
brother as their tongues touched.

Derek felt something hard pressing against him, and looked down to see 
Jamie's khaki shorts tented out in front of him, a wet stain of precum 
spreading out at the apex of the bulge. He reached for it saying "Now 
it's your turn, little brother."

Jamie pushed away, smiling. "Hey, you've already delayed dinner. Man 
doesn't live on cum alone, you know." He pushed his cock down, trying to 
better conceal the throbbing hardon in his shorts. He added, "I'll do 
something about this later. I promise." Derek shrugged, and turned away, 
grinning, and stepped back into his precum drenched bikini briefs and 
shorts, pulling them on. "No," he said to Jamie, "*I* promise."

As Jamie returned to his interrupted chore of chopping vegetables, and 
Derek left the kitchen, Jamie called to him: "Oh, could you go upstairs 
and ask Ken if he wants to stay for dinner?"

End of Part 1