Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2003 07:08:24 -0500 From: Joe e Almore Subject: "...And Brother Makes Three" -- Gay male/Incest This is a story about 3-way sex between two partners and the brother of one; along with, what I like to think, is a HOT double-penetration scene. You know the drill: Don't read this if you aren't legally allowed to do so. And don't STEAL it! "..AND BROTHER MAKES THREE" by John E. Baker, III That summer night was like many of our Friday nights together: Jim, my partner, and I were watching the 11 o'clock news on TV. A bit late for an "old married couple" like us. Half leaning against him, half lying in his lap, lolling on the couch, his strong hand was under my shirt, absently caressing my hairy chest. The phone rang. I got up to answer. But not before kissing Jim on the forehead. "Hello?" "Jay?" The voice was familiar, but I didn't fully recognize it. "Yeah?" "Lemmee speak t'Jim." "Okay." I handed the phone to Jim and decided that the man on the other end was a) really butch, and b) a REAL "good ol' boy." Had he not said my name, I might have wondered who Jim was keeping on the side! But the caller obviously knew the two of us as a couple, so I let it pass. "Hello?" Jim said into the receiver. "Yeah!?.... Well how'r YEW doin'?...." (Jim's a 'good ol' boy, too!) "....Uh-huh. Well, sure! That ain't no problem; you'll jus' have t'sleep on th' couch 'cause we got the other bedroom set up as Jay's office. Where are you? ...Okay. Well, lemmee give you t'Jay 'cause he's a heckuva lot better at directions than I am; he'd know how t'get there 'fore daylight!" Jim handed the phone to me. "It's Carl," he said. Slapping my hand over the receiver, I asked, astonished, "Carl??? Your BROTHER!?" Jim nodded. I was amazed. Carl had kept his distance from Jim since learning that his younger brother is gay, demonstrating a nearly-but-not-quite-hostile attitude toward me. I figured that, since he had to perform the "macho straight man" stance, Carl usually did not have anything to do with Jim and me. "Hello?... Carl?" I said. Tentatively. "How'rya doin' Jay?" "Okay. What's up?" "Awww, this truck I'm drivin' ain't worth goat spit!" I had to choke back a laugh at his down-home talk! "It's done up an' put me down out here! I was wonderin' if you two'd put me up for th' nyyte." "Sure we will. Tell me where you are and we'll come pick you up." "Do you know where the truck stop is on I-40 at Rock Chimney Road?" "I think so..." Boy! DID I remember?! That was where I'd done a LOT of cruising, "P.J." which, of course, stands for "Pre-Jim"! "That's where I am." "Okay. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." I hung up the phone. "Well," Jim said, "Getcha shoes on, and we'll go git him." I noticed an amazed tone in his voice, like he was thinking the same thing I was: "Carl's gonna stay the night with his gay brother and his gay brother's lover! Will wonders never cease?" We drove in silence down the interstate through the warm, North Carolina night. Pulling onto the off ramp, Jim spoke up, "I just can't figure Carl out: A few weeks ago at Momma's birthday party, he hardly spoke to either one of us. Now he calls and asks to spend the night at our house!" "Yeah," I agreed, "he was kinda cold toward us." Trying to explain it away, I added, "Go figure." "Well, if there's one thing I do know about him," Jim offered, "it's that his attitudes sure don't get in the way of his money." He chuckled. "Carl prob'ly knew that he could stay with us for free and not have to cough up the money for a motel room!" We laughed at our joke ...at Carl's expense! By then, we were parking the pickup in front of the truck stop. After shutting off the engine and opening the door, it hit me: That aromatic, erotic blend of diesel fuel, thick, hot, rubber tires, road tar ...and sweaty trucker! What an aphrodisiac! My cock expanded and lengthened as we walked into the coffee shop. I don't think Jim noticed. Spotting Carl seated in a booth on the far side of the dining room, we walked over to the table and sat with him. Eliminating his attitudes toward gays, Carl, to me, is still a handsome man. His chiseled face and strong chin, piercing eyes and straight, dark hair with that hint of gray on the sides that made only a certain type of man distinguished. Carl was that kind of man! In his late thirties, his six foot-two frame made him a little taller than Jim, carrying about 190 pounds topped with broad shoulders and a stomach that was just beginning to show a little trucker's paunch. Although I had a definite attraction to him, it didn't take much to remind myself that Carl was straight, Jim's brother, and really seemed to dislike gays. With those three strikes, it was easier to not consider him a possible sexual partner. But I could fantasize! Jim, on the other hand, is physically toward the other end of the spectrum: He had his mother's wide face and blond hair. With a body that just fit against mine when we cuddled in bed. Shorter, a bit more stocky and five-feet eight of solid man. "Hey, boyzzz!" Carl shouted across the dining room as we approached. "Yo! Tootsie!" he wagged a finger at the waitress taking an order two tables away. She furiously jotted the other guy's order on her pad and quickly trotted over to the table as we sat down. "Have y'all eaten?" Carl asked We told him that we had. "Whatcha need, fellas?" The waitress, who, according to her nametag, was indeed a "Tootsie", stood at Jim's elbow. The other trucker's order would just have to wait. "Buuulll-shiiit," Carl's Virginia mountain accent was, I believe, more of a kind of mating call for the waitress. Her heavily mascara'd eyelashes fluttered at him. "Tootsie, bring 'em whuutever they wawnt!" I looked at Jim. He shrugged, as if to say: "Hell, it's free food!" "I'll have a cheeseburger and an order of onion rings," Jim said. Tootsie scribbled. "I'll have a cheeseburger and fries with brown gravy over 'em." "Enny-thang t'drink, boyzz?" Tootsie asked us while looking at Carl. I suddenly understood what women go through on a date when the server deferred to the man! I ordered a decaf and Jim, iced tea. "An' bring 'em a tossed salad. An' yew come back later, we'll have some pie for dessert." Carl ordered a trucker's special - steak, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, grits AND hash browns! It looked like enough food to feed an emerging nation! Jim and I exchanged a glance as if the same thought occurred to us simultaneously: Carl's spending MONEY on us! After we'd finished dessert - and lots of coffee - I excused myself to go to the men's room. Pushing open the door there was yet another, nearly forgotten, aroma attacking my nostrils: "Eau de Tearoom." I inhaled the scent deeply, filling my lungs with the combined smell of disinfectant, piss, and more sweaty trucker. My dick immediately began doing the Funky Chicken in my pants! It didn't help my libido to recall that this particular men's room likely had enough of my cum on it they probably mopped the entire floor with it... Twice! Showers included. I managed to wrestle my hardening eight-plus inches of thick cock through my fly, trying to think of baseball stats so it would go soft enough for me to pee. All I saw was baseball players in those tight-butt uniforms! When the stream finally started to flow, I heard the door squeal (all truck stop men's room doors squeal) and turned to see Jim walk around the partition. He went directly to the urinal next to mine and hauled out his cock. His piss stream immediately splashed against the porcelain. "I'm surprised," he said. He didn't have to explain to me what he was talking about. He was referring to Carl, the cheapskate; Carl, the tightwad, spending money on the two of us! Buying our dinner! Carl, the "tough, straight guy" was being NICE to us! "Sometimes I think I've got him figured out and then he goes and does something totally opposite!" Jim said as he peeked over the metal divider at my crotch. "Oh! 'Jaws' is awake!" he said, using our euphemism for my dick. "It's the climate," I said. "You're just an ol' tea room queen! They never die, y'know, they just get flushed!" We laughed together, finished our business, zipped up and left to get Carl so we could go home. "This is NICE!" Carl exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen. It came out as if two men couldn't live together in a "nice" place. That was against whatever "rules" to which Carl seemed to adhere. "Thanks," I said. "We painted about a month ago and Jim found the curtains at Wal-Mart. We're just trying to make it 'home.'" I was determined to be hospitable, but I also wanted Carl to know that Jim and I shared our home together; that in itself held a certain amount of pride for us. "Want a beer, Carl?" Jim asked as he opened the refrigerator. "Sure." Frank answered, "I sho' ain't drivin' anywhere t'night... and it is Friday!" "The bathroom's right here," I said, pointing down the hallway, "I'll get some sheets for you to make up the couch whenever you're ready. Just make yourself at home." I got a pair of sheets and a spare pillow from the linen closet. I could hear Jim's and Carl's voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Walking back into the living room, the two of them were laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Nuthin', Buddy. "I's just embarrasin' Carl." I knew that Jim was capable of embarrassing people! He probably made some sexual comment that put Carl ill at ease, then laughed about it to prove that he was kidding. Jim and Carl were seated on opposite ends of the couch, each of them drinking a beer, the two of them mesmerized by the television. I put the bedroll on the side chair and sank into the recliner near Jim. "So, Carl," I said, "where're you headed?" "Gotta load-a 'tater chip bags headed t' Alanna." I translated the Southernese for the city's name to: "Atlanta." "Well, you're welcome to crash here as long as you like." "Thass mighty nice of you, Jay." Carl sounded genuinely touched. "Nice? Hell, you're family!" Jim insisted. "Ain't nuthin' 'nice' about it... it's what you do for family." "Exactly," I agreed. "Well, when I called m' dispatcher," the word came out "DISpatcher", " from the truck stop, he said he'd have me a tractor, but not 'fore eight or nine o'clock t'morrah mornin." Jim looked at me and smiled. "I guess, Buddy, we'll have t' show Carl how the other side lives t'NIGHT!" I glanced at Carl. He looked like he'd been caught looking at something he shouldn't have. I just chalked up their innuendo to brotherly jibes; no substance. "Well, you guys can stay up as long as you like, but I've had a long week and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." "G'night, Buuuudy!" Jim said. "G'night." Carl said. I went into the bedroom and got undressed. I turned on the radio tuned to my favorite talk station (it helps bore me to sleep), and got under the covers. I guess it was about an hour later when Jim came into the room and I watched in a half-doze as he undressed and climbed into bed, rolled over and kissed me good-night. I drifted off to sleep again. I drifted awake to the feel of Jim's hand caressing my butt. I rolled over just enough to see the clock on the dresser: Three A.M.! The boy's GOT to be horny to wake me up at this hour! I thought. I squirmed under his touch, my skin goose-fleshed wherever his fingers traced. Reaching behind me for his dick, I felt it already hard and throbbing, his erection bringing the head free from its surrounding hood.... "Huh?" I woke up a little more. Jim's cock was circumcised! "What's..." I quickly rolled over to face: "Shhhh!" came from the silhouette in front of me. In the glow filtering through the window from the streetlamp outside and my eyes adjusted to the near darkness, I discovered the silhouette belonged to Carl! "What are you DOING?" I demanded. "I just wanted to see if you's as good as Jimmy says you are!" The next thing I felt really was Jim's hand caressing my left nipple from behind; his tongue lapping at my ear. "It's okay, Buuudy," he cooed. "We'll just have us a little fun! After all," his tone of voice almost facetious, "we gotta be nice t' cump'ny!" Suddenly, I was being attacked from all sides! I found myself being tongued and kissed and lapped in places that I never knew could send me through the ceiling! Although he was a little awkward at first, Carl caught on pretty quickly for a straight guy. I could only think his limited experience to a couple of romps in the sleeper of his truck when the raging hornies got the better of him; those times when fucking a guy was better than no fucking at all. The three of us explored each others' bodies with hands, fingers and tongues. Throbbing erections followed closely behind. "Let's show Carl how it's really done!" Jim rolled over, reached into the nightstand drawer and retrieved a tube of lubricant. I took the tube from him and lubed up "Jaws" and Jim's ass. Positioning myself between my lover's legs, Jim reached out and began to gently stroke his brother's uncut meat, I aimed my pulsing cock at his twitching hole and shoved. Jim moaned as my poker strolled past his sphincter and my dick invaded his hungry chute, sighing as my meat returned to the only 'home" it had known for four years; he breathed a relieved "Ahhhhhhhh" as he grasped my thighs and pulled all of my hard meat into himself. I looked at my man underneath me. His smooth, massive chest heaved as I slowly began to fuck him. The familiar feeling of his warm hole combined with the devilish look on his face made my cock harder than it had ever been. "Oooh, Buddy!" Jim groaned, "that's just right!" The look on Carl's face was one of total fascination. "Man, Jimmy!!! How can you do that?" He seemed to have no idea that a man could take an 8-incher like mine - or of any size for that matter - up his ass and like the feeling! Carl moaned as Jim kept his hand jacking on Carl's raging cock, watching wide-eyed as I began to stroke in and out of Jim's begging hole. Jim tousled Carl's balls with is stout fingers. "C'mere, Carl," Jim said. Carl looked like he was at a loss and, I have to admit, so was I! Jim managed to show Carl that he wanted him to squat over his mouth. As Carl maneuvered himself into position, Jim gobbled the low-hangers in front of him into his mouth. That left me open to lean down to give Carl's nine inches of donkey dick a few sweet licks before taking it deep into my throat! Carl gasped as I swallowed his manhood into my throat, my tongue tickling sensitive underside as Jim continued to lick his ass, sucking on that ass-to-ball space that causes my dick to bounce and gently tugging Carl's low-hanging nuts. "AHHHH!" Carl shouted, "what're you doin' to me? This is sumthin'!" Spurred on by his vocal approval, I sucked Carl and fucked Jim while they both hollered and moaned; begging me to stop and begging me to keep going: "Lick my ass, Jimmy!" Jim could only grunt with every downstroke of my hard cock into his ass, his tongue and lips occupied with Carl's scrotum and hair pucker. I had other ideas. We had all night and I certainly didn't want to rush anything with these two hot sibling men in my bed! After a few more sucks on Carl's hard rod and pokes into Jim's lovehole, I gently pulled out and away from them. Carl and Jim were too involved with each other to stop. Climbing off the bed, I went to the bathroom to wash up and bring back a few damp washcloths. Upon my return, it was most obvious I'd not been missed much! Jim and Carl had continued where the three of us had left off! As I stood in the doorway, it looked to me as if they were making up for lost time! Jim had lubed up his eight inches and was aiming his pulsing rod right for Carl's hole. Watching my partner's cock slowly disappear into his brother's ass, the look on Carl's face changed from the bewilderment of earlier, to one of pain as his neck muscles tightened and his teeth gritted, then ...sheer bliss! Jim started rocking slowly in and out of Carl's ass as while the big brother writhed and bucked under the insistent probing of the younger brother's cock. The scene was too much to just stand there and watch, so I climbed back on the bed, jacking my cock and caressing Jim's ass as he pummeled his brother's chute. Turning as much as he could from his prone position, Carl reached over and took my dick from my stroking hand, with his other hand he gently squeezed and tousled my bull nuts in their sack. Just when I thought I couldn't be surprised anymore, Carl whispered, "C'mere. Lemmee git a'hold 'a that thang!" He wanted to suck my dick! Jim gave his brother a good, slow fucking as I straddled Carl's chest, lowering my thick dick to his lips, the fur on his massive chest against my thighs as exciting as the anticipation of feeling this man's throat around my dick! As I ran the shaft of my cock over Carl's lips, he nipped and tongued the veiny underside, I softly whispered to him, "Cover your teeth." His tongue tickled the shaft then the head of my cock, it twitched, bounced and hit him on the nose. He chuckled, to himself, I suppose, as he opened his mouth and nearly inhaled my dick. I watched as his eyes rolled up toward me, the look asking, "Am I doing it right?" Jim's massive hands stroked my back. That's it, Buddy!! Feed my bro that big dick o' yours! Take it Carl! Suck my man's meat!" Jim's descriptive talk was getting me all hot 'n' bothered!! Carl sucked as much of my dick down as he could, since he was on his back and getting it up the rear from Jim. I decided to help satisfy his hunger, positioning crotch a little higher to allow more of my dick to penetrate his slurping mouth. Carl realized what I was doing and bobbed his head further and further down my prick, his nose getting closer and closer to my dark pubes. I though he was actually going to go into a deep throat when he suddenly gagged and my prick sprung from his mouth with a "Pop!" "Take it easy," I said to him. "That's something... you... have to.... work up to," Jim panted between strokes. "I just want to do it all!" Carl said. He was certainly eager! "Well, in that case," I said as I positioned my body so that we could sixty-nine, "we'll just have to show it all to you!" I turned around, kneeling over Carl doggy-style. I slowly lowered my rod toward his drooling mouth and my mouth toward his dick. While Jim continued to slowly fuck his brother's ass, I tongued and massaged the massive slab in front of me. Taking the head of Carl's meat into my mouth, I felt every vein of his cock throbbing against the soft tissues there. I back off some, keeping the head trapped by my lips. I inhaled long, deeply, preparing myself for that first plunge. I breathed like that until I felt the head of Carl's dick pressed against the back of my throat. One more long, deep breath. I leaned forward. ....AHHHH! The head of Carl's dick slid into my throat and snaked a path down nearly to my lungs! Only this snake was more like a python! I pressed my neck further down on his raging cock, constricting my throat and sending Carl into an ecstasy as he'd never known! He writhed on the bed, tossing his head from side-to-side and moaning as much as my cock in his mouth allowed, while Jim long-dicked his ass. "Oooh, Buuuddy! That's it!" Jim was the only one of us who could talk! "Swallow my big brother's cock!" It was all too much for my boiling nuts! Seeing my lover's cock slamming in and out of his brother's hot ass in front of me, my dick buried inside a soft and definitely eager mouth, my face impaled on a ten-inch rod of hard manmeat that seemed custom-made for my throat! The first surges of orgasm deep at the base of my cock started to well upward. My balls pulled against my body tighter and tighter. My tongue, mouth and throat sucked and slurped on Carl's rock hard poker. The three of us created a symphony of slurps and moans and Oh God's!, we were building, gasping, moaning, gulping, sucking, fucking, speeding closer ...and closer, until.... "AURGH!" My moan of climax was muffled by the largesse of Carl's dick in my mouth, I pulled my hips back and away from Carl's mouth, but he reached around my waist with both arms and shoved my dick back into his mouth, balls deep! Spurt after spurt after spurt of my hot spunk fired into his warm mouth. He moaned as my dickcream coated his tongue. Whether it was throbbing of my dick in his mouth, or the taste of my cum, before I knew what was happening, Carl's rod became stiff as a mace, throbbed once, twice, then flooded my mouth with a load that I had to swallow three times before getting it all down. I immediately noticed his jizz wasn't sweet, like Jim's; a little more pungent. Different. But Jim's is better, I thought. The sights, sounds and smells of fresh cum was too much for Jim! His hips bucked three more times before his whole body stiffened, then uttered a low groan as he gave Carl's ass his version of the family seed! Spent and sweating, we gently separated. Me and Jim flopped on our backs on either side of Carl, our breathing deep and heavy. We lay like that for a few minutes. No one talking, only breathing. The three of us lay silently for a little longer, enjoying the afterglow. Carl spoke first: "Is it always like that?" he asked. "Pretty much," I replied nonchalantly. "Sometimes," Jim grinned wickedly, "it gets really wild!" "Whoa!" Carl exclaimed, "I might have to sit the next one out if it gets any wilder!" Carl got up from between Jim and me and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Jim and I were left alone. "You okay?" he asked. It was our first threesome in our four years together. I have a certain penchant for them. Jim doesn't. I think his question came from his concern about the incestuous dynamics of what we'd done. Or what we may have started! "I'm great!" I assured him "How are you?" "I'm okay. More okay than I thought I'd be!" He went on to explain to me that, while he and Carl watched television in the living room, the beer flowed and their conversation evolved to the topic of sex. Specifically, sex between us; between Jim and me. Jim told me that Carl insistently kept asking, "But what do you do?" Jim tried to be evasive because he didn't know how much to reveal, how much Carl knew - or how much he wanted to know - about gay sex and especially how he'd react. Carl's curiosity was piqued. He kept asking more and more questions until Jim, exasperated, said, "Why don't you just come into the bedroom and find out!" He didn't think Carl would take him up on what was more of a dare than an offer. Carl reappeared at the door, the heat of his masculine body like a blowtorch in our bedroom. His massive cock, still semi-hard, wagged from side to side as he stepped into the room. "Well," he said, "Good night, you two." He turned to go into the living room. "Wait!" Jim shouted after him, "You're not going anywhere! Get in here!" he ordered. "But I can't sleep with you," Carl protested, "that would make me...." He let the end of the sentence drop. "Queer?" I asked. "Gay?" Jim questioned. Carl nodded and lowered his head like a little boy. "Yeah" he said. Jim and I both laughed a gut-buster! Straight guys! I thought, They'll do everything in bed with you that you'll do with them... but sleeping together was out of the question! Jim stopped laughing. Shaking his head, he looked at his brother, "Get in bed, Carl. We're not finished yet!" Carl's face brightened immediately. That curious, little boy look came back to his face. I probably had the same kind of look on my face, too: What was Jim up to? We moved aside for Carl to reclaim his place between us. Jim leaned across his brother's chest. I knew well enough to realize what he wanted. Our lips met over Carl's face. Carl picked up on the idea and joined us in the triple kiss. My right hand traced down Carl's chest and belly to his crotch as I started to stroke his butt-buster of a cock already beginning to stiffen, the head reaching just beyond his navel. Carl broke from his point of our triangular kiss and stared at us. "What?" Jim asked. Carl looked down at his hardening rod as I fondled and caressed it, "It's not gotten hard so soon after cumming in a long time!" "That's because you've never been in bed with a couple-a hot guys like US!" Jim said. The answer seemed to satisfy him when Jim leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I know what you want, Buddy... Let's do it!" Jim leaned down and took Carl's dick down his throat. I kissed Carl hard, urgently, as if the pressure of my kiss was in direct proportion to how hard his erection would be. Carl's arms wrapped around my shoulders, tracing his fingers downward, sending shudders down my back. I don't know if Carl heard Jim's whispered promise of things to come. I suppose he'd finally decided that we knew what we were doing and was more than eager to see where this ride would take him! While I deep-kissed Carl, I felt Jim move off the bed. I took the opportunity to straddle the well-built, hairy man. I gasped when I felt the wetness of lubricant on my twitching anus. Jim's experience included the knowledge of exactly how I like to be lubed up. Placing another glob on the end of two fingers, he pressed it into my hungry ass, forcing the mass into my love hole, past the second knuckle. My pucker relaxed, opening to his probes. Carl moaned when I broke from our kiss and I traced my mouth and tongue down his neck to his broad chest. I started to nip and tweak his nipples with my mouth on one, my thumb and forefinger on the other. Carl gasped. I recognized the sound: It was the sound of a man feeling cold lube on his dick when he wasn't expecting it! I straightened my back, lifting high enough on my knees to clear that monster cock before lowering myself onto it. Carl's eyes widened as I increased the pressure on his second erection of the night, trying to telegraph to me that he really didn't think his shaft would hold up to my sitting on it. The head popped in. Carl gasped - again. So did I! The shock of that cock, its girth twice as that of Jim's, had stretched my rosy hole to a new limit! Pausing for a second, I slid Carl's pool cue-sized dick deeper and deeper into my ass. My famished hole gobbling up inch after fulfilling inch. Carl sighed, moaning as his monster cock disappeared into my chute. Jim massaged my asscheeks while my tunnel enveloped Carl's humongous pole, whispering his encouragement: "That's it, Baby. Take it all. Take that dick. You like that, huh?" his hands gently caressing my back and buttocks. I reached down and tweaked Carl's nipples. Carl's hands - one pressing against my chest, the other on my thigh - urged my ass down further, further, my sphincter did a tap-dance along the never-ending shaft of his prick. "Oh... OH!.... AHHHHHHHHH!" Carl's vocabulary had become severely limited! The look on his face was priceless! It told me that no pussy had ever felt that good! Carl's pubic hair scratched my asscheeks. It was done. It was in. But it was not over! I slowly leaned back to insure that Carl's dick was fully entrenched in my canal. Then I slowly leaned forward, just enough for an inch or so to emerge, and settled back down. I was ready to swear that the head of his throbbing meat was peeking inside my stomach!! Leaning forward, I kissed Carl passionately. His tongue probed my mouth, I tried to suck it down almost as deep as his dick was in my ass. The bed jostled, as Jim got into position. I broke from the kiss and looked at Carl, "Are you okay?" I asked. "I got feelings shootin' through m'dick I ain't never felt before!" he exclaimed. Then he asked, "...But shouldn't I be askin' you that?" I smiled at him. "Hang on!" I warned, "It's going to get even more interesting!" With perfect timing, Jim's heavily lubed rod knocked at the door of my already- occupied hole. Carl gasped --again!-- trying to crane his neck to look over my shoulder at what Jim was doing. "NAW!" Carl shouted. "You can't do it!" "Shhhhh!" I stroked his hair, "Yes... I can." I lifted my ass to withdraw a little of Carl's cock to give Jim's raging rod room to enter and share my tunnel with his brother's monster cock. The ass-ripping pressure was nearly too much for me. I gulped. I clawed Carl's shoulders and chest. My breathing became deep, staccato gasps. Jim eased up. "You want me to stop, Buddy?" he asked. "NO!" I shouted, panting. "Gimme it! NOW!" Jim resumed his probing. Both of us had participated in this kind of coupling before, but not with each other. Our prior experience had consisted of me on the receiving end, Jim on the giving end. Now, we were giving, receiving ...sharing the experience with each other. I clawed Carl's furry, massive chest as I sucked his left nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, nipping it lightly with my teeth. I was about to give equal time to the other one when.... WHAM! "AH!" I shouted, my back arched like a cocked crossbow. Jim's dickhead had pierced my stretched assring! I grabbed behind me for Jim's butt with one hand, reaching for Carl's shoulder with the other and holding on for dear life! Forcing them to stay with it! My jaw locked open as the tissues of my double-filled hole stretched further and further as Jim's cock traveled up my chute, pressing and expanding the walls of my tunnel, simultaneously caressing the underside of Carl's cock. "You okay, Buddy?" Jim whispered in my ear, the concern showing in his voice. "Yeah." I panted, "Fine." I gulped and concentrated on relaxing my sphincter. It helped. My breathing becoming a little less labored. The agony subsided more and more as I relaxed, my rectum actually became accustomed to the two monster dicks living there. I was quite surprised when I felt my muscles relax even more, allowing Jim's cock, with very little exertion, to slither into my hole up to the hilt! I was in heaven! I was getting double-fucked! The brothers started an off-beat between them; Jim pushed into my ass as Carl pulled out. And vice-versa. My prostate was double stroked with every lunge from them. The pistoning, poking, podding, stroking, made my eyes roll back in my head as I rode the two hard shafts to bliss! Although it was all I could do to focus on the two superb cocks inside me, the rest of Jim and Carl were, by no means, idle. Their hands rubbed and roved over my body - and each other's - as they caressed and stroked wherever they could find skin. "Fuck him, fuck that ass, bro!" Carl urged Jim on. "Take 'em, Buddy! You love those two big dicks, don'cha? Yeah, you do!" It was all I could to keep up!! But I enjoyed the Hell out of the seventeen inches of manmeat filling my ass. Taking me to the far side of bliss! Bracing my hands on Carl's shoulders, I lunged backward and forward; meeting Jim's and Carl's thrusts. The more they fucked my ass, the more I wanted them to fuck me!! After only a few minutes I felt my orgasm gathering in the bottom of my cock. I hadn't even touched myself! Suddenly, Jim's hips began slamming and pummeling into me hard and fast. Carl's fuck pace also quickened, his movements limited by lying on his back. Their cocks swelled larger ...and larger... inside my ass, stretching me even further, the warmth inside me enveloping the two of them, cradling their cocks and joining the two brothers as they had never been joined before. As the two raging rods slid in and out of me and against each other, they carried me into a level of ecstasy and miraculous sex that defied Earth, Heaven, Mom, God, apple pie and banana splits! I became universal, at one with everything, each atom in my body joined and whirled around the core of Creation, the feeling carrying me out of our bedroom and onto another, higher plane. Three beings conjoined as one and tied together with the strands of the ribbon of my ass!. These two men - these brothers - pushed my envelope to completely new heights and depths and widths as their cocks stretched my hot lovehole. Their rapid-fire fucking brought a simultaneous howl from the two of them as they filled me with their sweet cream; the combined cum of my lover and his brother. The throbbing pressure on my prostate, along with the scratching of Carl's stomach hairs against my dickhead sent me over the edge. I fired round after round of sweet jism onto Carl's belly. Sighing contentedly enough to make a sea breeze jealous, I collapsed onto Carl's chest; Jim collapsed onto my back, each of us breathing heavily. We lay like that, joined, for what seemed like hours. I knew the weight of the two of us was a bit much, even for a big guy like Carl, so I stirred slightly as a signal to Jim that we should separate so Carl could breathe. Slowly, ever so slowly, Jim withdrew his softening dick from inside me. I slowly lifted myself off of Carl. My ass, having been so full just a few minutes before, now was vacuous, empty. And hungry again! We lay in silence on the bed, me in the middle. Jim and Carl rolled over to embrace me. I kissed them both and fell back on the bed to sleep, wrapped in the arms of my lover and his brother. Carl still visits us about once or twice a month, although his truck doesn't have to break down for him to call when he's driving through town. We've even enjoyed a couple of hot romps in the sleeper of his truck. The smell of diesel fuel and sweat still keeps my dick hard for hours on end. -30-