Date: Tue, 25 May 2004 00:07:33 +0000 From: Brewster Hardy Subject: Ballard Boys part 9 The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is meant to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior. *Chapter 20* Jerry struggled to keep his eyes open as he listened to Chris talking to -- Carl? Charles? Squinting against the encroaching sunrise -- Christ, it must be 6:00 in the morning -- he studied his younger brother and the Latino teenager. Two perfect bodies, he thought -- beautiful -- although in the dawning light of day Chris's shimmering red g- string and black cape did look a bit silly. The boy, however -- Cal? Carlo? Yes, that's it -- Carlo -- was absolute perfection, with his bare, golden torso and skintight jeans. Sleep -- just need to sleep for a minute -- and as Jerry's eyes fluttered and closed, his body tilted and began to slip slowly down along the side of the parked car. "Ugnh...!" the gravel cut harshly into the flesh of his naked limbs as he hit the ground. "JERRY! Jesus Christ..." He felt his brother's hands against his chest, attempting to lift him up. "Please...let me help you," Carlo said quietly, and now two pairs of hands and arms surrounded his broad chest, raising him from the dirt. "I'm sorry, Carlo, but do you think you could help me get him into the house?" "Of course..." "Come on, Jerry, help us here. Put your arm across my shoulder. Good. Now, the other across Carlo's shoulder -- do you think you can walk?" "Mmm...mm-hm..." Jerry felt the two younger men's strong arms as they encircled his waist, gently propelling him forward, toward the front door. The physical movement was subtly reawakening his senses, and as they made their way slowly, step by step, he gradually became aware of the overpowering taste and texture of the semen that coated his mouth, tongue and throat. As glimpses of memories of his experience in the darkened room flew through his mind, he realized that the deeply muscled cheeks of his ass were sticking together, and then separating reluctantly with each forward stride. Oh my god -- more cum -- the fluid was seeping out through his freshly violated asshole. He shuddered and then began to moan quietly, "Nooooo..." "It's OK, Jerry, we're almost there..." Now it was all coming back to him, a flood of images, the burning, engorged cocks thrusting in and out of his mouth, his asshole, one after the other -- he was barely aware of Chris and Carlo anymore as they guided him through the doorway, down the hallway... "Which way?" Carlo was asking. "Hmmm -- the bedroom, I guess -- right here." They laid him gently down on his back on the king-sized bed, and then there was silence for a moment. Carlo spoke first. "Wow. He looks pretty rough." "No kidding." Now Jerry felt only shame and dismay, as he clenched his ass-cheeks together in a desperate attempt to stem the seeping flow of man-fluid. "You guys look a lot alike." "Yeah, I know." He couldn't imagine looking either of these men in the eye -- now or ever. Better to pretend to be asleep... "It must be pretty crazy, having two gay brothers in one family." "Hmmm...well, Carlo, believe it or not, Jerry's actually straight." "What?" "Yup -- married with two kids..." "But -- how -- I don't understand..." "It's a long story." Oh my god -- Trish. Oh my god -- what have I done? "Wow. Amazing..." "Yeah. No kidding. Listen, Carlo, as long as you're here, you may as well have your shirt back. Hold on a second." Now Jerry felt the warmth of Chris's hands as they untied the borrowed pirate shirt from around his waist. He tensed involuntarily as a sudden rush of cool air wafted across his newly exposed pelvis. "Come on, Jerry -- lift your butt -- thank you..." Now he lay completely naked on the large bed, arms and legs spread wide. He had never felt more vulnerable in his life. Leave me alone, he prayed silently, please, just go away... "Wow," it was Carlo's voice again, whispering barely audibly, "do you guys look alike between the legs too?" "Pretty much, I guess" Chris laughed, "Although I've never had the opportunity to do a direct, side-by-side analysis." "Hmmm..." Suddenly struck by the absurdity of the situation, Jerry began to laugh -- quietly at first, and then, helplessly, louder. "Ah," Chris said, "the patient lives." Still laughing, Jerry finally screwed up the courage and opened his eyes. "Hey brother," Chris smiled. "Hey brother," he managed to respond, still slurring slightly. "We need to get you into the shower. Do you think you can manage to stand up on your own -- without falling over again?" "I don't know -- I'm still pretty fucked up..." "Well, mister, I can't carry you in there by myself..." Carlo turned to Chris. "Would you like me to help?" "You don't mind?" "Well, I'm in this deep..." "OK, then -- I guess it's 'rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub'. Let's get naked." Jerry watched silently as the two men undressed before him. For the second time in twelve hours, he saw his younger brother's prodigious manhood -- a twin of his own impressive, uncircumcised cock. Carlo's endowment was also undeniably extraordinary, Jerry thought -- and he caught his breath as he acknowledged the reality that the beautiful teenager's shaft had been buried deep inside him only a short while earlier, driving him to an astonishing orgasm. He had barely begun to process that thought when he became aware of the fact that his own cock was stirring again -- swiftly, steadily lurching back to full hard-on status. "Well, well," Carlo smirked, as he and Chris began to help Jerry to his feet, "it looks like the straight man is still feeling a little bent..." Jerry grimaced slightly as his feet hit the floor, noting that the two younger men were also suddenly sporting partial erections. As the three rounded the foot of the bed, he caught a glimpse of their reflection in the large mirror. "Jesus Christ..." first there was the heart-stopping image of a trio of physically stunning, sexually aroused men, and then there was the reflection of his own bruised, scraped and cum-crusted face and body. "Fuck..." "Come on, Jerry," Chris -- with Carlo's assistance -- half-carried, half dragged his brother to the bathroom. When they reached the entry of the large shower stall, Jerry allowed himself to lean back into Carlo's strong embrace while Chris adjusted the water temperature. He felt the handsome teenager's warm hands where they embraced his flesh, supporting him at his taut abdomen and muscular pectorals. He felt the boy's hot shaft as it pulsed -- almost imperceptibly thrusting -- against the cum-coated crevice of his quivering butt. With his own heavy manhood throbbing against the back of the boy's right hand, Jerry instinctively arched his pelvis back against the probing flesh. "Yes," he whispered, allowing his eyes to close again, as Carlo's strong fingers began a subtle massage-dance against his sensitive skin. "Hey -- what's going on?" Chris turned from the shower just as Carlo's mouth began to taste the sweat-drenched base of Jerry's neck. "Oh, man..." Jerry's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his brother's voice. Chris was looking past him, obviously making eye contact with Carlo. Then his gaze shifted to Jerry, and then back to Carlo, half-squinting, slightly frowning. "He wants more, Chris," Carlo's deep voice resonated against Jerry's ear. "I think, maybe, you want him too -- just a little bit..." The three men stood together outside the shower stall -- Jerry leaning back heavily into Carlo's supporting embrace, Chris standing alone mere inches away. ********************************************************* The only audible sound was the hiss of steaming-hot water beating against ceramic tile. Chris looked into his brother's eyes once more, and then stepped forward so that their bodies were almost touching. Jerry felt electric as Chris's fingertips grazed his distended nipples. Carlo's fingers circled lightly, as Chris stroked. "Oh, god..." Jerry moaned. "Kiss him," Carlo whispered, and Chris moved in closer still until his mouth was touching the warmth of Jerry's waiting flesh. Jerry moaned again as he parted his swollen lips, tentatively accepting his brother's tongue, savoring the saliva, feeling the gentle force of teeth and muscle against his flesh. Now entangled in a fervent, slowly moving, three-man clinch, Jerry was aware of every rock-solid, burning inch of his brother's cock as it thrust against his own heated, cum-coated organ -- of Carlo's massive cock slipping and sliding against the bruised, tender skin between his ass-cheeks. He looked deeply into Chris's eyes as the kiss deepened, beginning to enjoy the unusual sensation of making love with his near-mirror image. Those beautiful eyes -- he thought -- they're mine. These lips, that satin skin, this perfectly sculpted torso -- slowly, his hands began to explore his brother's body, caressing the firm butt, allowing his fingers to slip down into the ass-crack... "Oh, yes, Jerry," Chris gasped, "yes," as Jerry's index finger began a rhythmic massage of his clutching asshole. Now Chris's hands gripped Jerry's ass-cheeks, roughly separating them, further exposing his older brother's semen-drenched, intimate flesh. Leaning across Jerry's shoulder, Chris whispered into Carlo's ear, "Fuck him. Fuck him now." Jerry could only whimper at the thought, his body was so exhausted, yet still hungry, craving the newly discovered sensations. He was vaguely aware of Chris's hand grasping Carlo's unwieldy shaft, guiding it into position. As the blood-engorged head of the youth's instrument entered him for the second time in a few short hours, he shuddered with pleasure and dread. Chris slipped down onto his knees, and began eagerly sucking Jerry's cock -- gripping the shaft with his left hand, while with his right hand he was reaching between Jerry's thighs, fingering the molten, outstretched ass-flesh, now wrapping his fingers around the girth of Carlo's cock, feeling the heat and power of the teenager's plundering assault. "Ohhhhhh..." Jerry cried, as the boy-cock plunged deeper still. Chris was licking up and down the full length of Jerry's shaft, now tasting the heavy testicles, now his tongue traveled further, deeper between Jerry's spread legs, tracing a path to the expanded and battered asshole, licking and sucking up the copious man-fluids of the strangers who had fucked his brother in the night. He sucked greedily at the thick base of Carlo's cock, savoring the scent and taste of this flesh-weapon as it pillaged his brother's weakened body -- almost completely disappearing, and then gradually pulling out -- steel-hard and merciless, dripping with the hot, pungent juices of Jerry's insides and the ejaculate of who-knew-how-many other men. Chris became almost dizzy with a desire he had never been able to fully express or suppress, as he instinctively slipped a finger alongside Carlo's shaft -- deep into Jerry's already straining asshole. He continued sucking hot, dripping man-flesh -- now Carlo's balls, now Jerry's butt -- as he felt the throbbing teen cock thrust against the back of his finger, while with his finger pad he explored the liquid satin inside of his brother's fuck-hole. He could vaguely hear the gasping cries coming from Jerry's throat -- though the sound seemed to be coming from far away in the distance. Now he adjusted his position in order to swallow the head of Jerry's cock again, slipping another finger into the straining asshole at the same time. Never in his life had he felt so completely consumed by a sexual moment. "I'M CUMMING -- F-U-U-U-U-CK!" Carlo was almost screaming as the tempo, the urgency of his attack increased yet again, his heavy dick -- over-stimulated by the combined sensations of Jerry's molten insides, and Chris's invading fingers -- repeatedly violating the tortured flesh. Chris, his throat full of Jerry's huge cock, instinctively increased the force and speed of his thrusting fingers in counterpoint, the tips repeatedly abusing his brother's prostate, the knuckles digging hard against Carlo's hammering, ejaculating shaft. "AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH..." Jerry howled in primal response to the assault. His head had fallen back against Carlo's broad shoulder, where it tossed back and forth helplessly as his cry intensified. Carlo was pulling hard on his left nipple with one hand, while scraping harshly at the flesh of his flat belly with the nails of the other. Jerry's own hands reached down and gripped tightly around the back of Chris's head, as he drove his pelvis forward -- shoving every inch of his manhood deep into his brother's gluttonous throat -- and then back -- his pulsing, liquid butt-hole helplessly receiving the double, beating offensive of Chris's rapid-fire fingers and Carlo's convulsively ejaculating cock. "F-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-CK..." Carlo's voice resounded in Jerry's ear as the teen's orgasm blasted man-seed repeatedly against his clutching, velvety insides, already awash with the copious semen of anonymous strangers. The boy continued driving his weapon hard and deep against the ravaged sweetness and the probing fingers, pounding and hammering until he knew he had ridden the crest of every pleasure wave, until he could thrust no more. Jerry continued fucking Chris's hungering mouth and throat, while Carlo -- still supporting the handsome man with one arm -- slowly, carefully inched his cock out of the throbbing, overheated hole. He felt and saw that Chris's fingers were still probing and massaging the flesh. The two brothers were clearly not yet done. The picture of the near- identical siblings locked in their sexual frenzy was at once unnerving and breathtakingly erotic. Carlo reached behind him, pulling a large, white towel from the shelf. Wordlessly, he spread it out on the tiled floor -- and then maneuvered Jerry so that he was on his back, spread-eagled on terrycloth. As Chris continued obsessively nursing on his big brother's massive dick -- chewing, sucking the iron shaft, the generous foreskin -- Carlo pulled Jerry's thighs up and back, so that his knees were now resting against his broad shoulders. "Huh?" Jerry was momentarily disoriented -- staring at the ceiling, legs forced into the new, slightly uncomfortable position -- and then Carlo was straddling his chest, the boy's still partially-erect cock, thickly coated and dripping with a cocktail of cum and Jerry's own ass juices, swaying heavily over his face, teasing his parted lips. Mouth open, Jerry strained upward until the cock-head was resting against his tongue, and the ambrosial, viscous fluids filled his senses, and he began to suck, and suck, and swallow, and suck, and swallow. Carlo gradually turned until he was facing Chris -- and while Jerry continued sucking, the teenager bent over and began licking up the length of the older brother's thick shaft until his lips met the younger brother's at the massive purple head. The two younger men stared deep into each others' eyes as their tongues and lips slurped and slid against each other, half-kissing, half sucking at the dripping, lurching organ -- and then Carlo suddenly had full solo access to the prize, as Chris licked his way down to his brother's fully exposed, gaping asshole. Now, Carlo was fully hard again, and he was aware of a gurgling sound coming from Jerry's throat as he impaled it with his renewed erection. He gripped Jerry's flesh-column with both hands and sucked, as he watched Chris begin to lap at the pungent pool of male essence flowing from the depths of Jerry's insides. He watched as Chris reached in again with two fingers, and then three, and then four -- as if looking for something, desperate, the fingers diving in, twisting, pulling out, the young man's tongue and lips continuing their sucking, slurping, devouring of the exterior flesh. Jerry was groaning endlessly now, torso writhing in pain and pleasure. With one hand, Carlo roughly pulled Chris's head up and kissed him deeply, wanting to taste everything that Chris had tasted. He rolled his tongue deeply into Chris's mouth, bit hard into Chris's lower lip, tasting blood now, unable to quench the heightened craving for more and more of the maleness, the salty, heated quintessence of the two beautiful brothers. Even as the level of depravity intensified, Carlo knew there was one more level he needed to experience. He tore himself away from Chris's mouth. "Fuck him," he whispered hoarsely, "fuck your brother." Chris wavered slightly as he shifted position, as if in a mad trance or a dream. Carlo reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling it forward and gripping it, holding it against Jerry's shaft. Yes, the two were virtually identical. Squeezing the oversized sex-limbs tightly together, Carlo tried desperately to fit his mouth around the two full, quivering heads, but it was impossible. Frustrated, he redirected Chris's cock so that it was pointing at Jerry's hole. "Do it." As the head of Chris's cock disappeared into the tender, reddened opening, Carlo felt Jerry's body twist and reel uncontrollably. He grabbed Jerry's cock once more and sucked ravenously as he watched progress of Chris's tender attack -- amazing. Suddenly, Chris's shaft was burning relentlessly through the despoiled orifice, while Jerry's cock began driving hard against Carlo's throat. Now it was Carlo's turn to moan, the thrill of Jerry's renewed attack driving his own cock back to near-climactic status; the two men brutally fucked each other's faces, while Chris hurled himself ever harder against his brother's flesh, fucking his angel, desecrating his idol, violating his hero, brutalizing his dream-lover, raping his fantasy. Unable to stop himself now, his massive cock became a battering ram as the flood of semen exploded into his brother's core. "J-E-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-R-R-Y!" he screamed, shooting and shooting, holding onto Carlo's head for support, then falling, falling, until his head was on the floor, next to his brother's. Still in the final throes of his own orgasm, cock shuddering deep inside his brother, he stared -- mesmerized -- as Carlo's shaft pounded Jerry's throat. He saw the single tear escaping from the tightly clenched eyelids, the scraped flesh, and the flecks of dried cum -- and then the fresh flood of semen overflowing the beautiful, full lips as Carlo thunderously came and came again into Jerry's mouth. "Oh, Jerry," he whispered now, kissing his brother's bruised cheek -- and Jerry, throat full of Carlo's cock, ass bursting with Chris's shaft, began to shudder hysterically. Arms flailing, pelvis thrusting, he erupted into Carlo's eagerly awaiting mouth, even as his cries were muffled by the heft of the youngster's man-meat shoved down his own throat. He nearly overwhelmed the boy with the torrent of his potent juices, nearly drowned him with pleasure. Carlo swallowed it all -- savoring every drop. When he finally released Jerry's cock, he withdrew his own shaft from the man's mouth. As he got up and turned around, this is what he saw: two brothers, beautiful, virtually identical, embracing quietly, the elder's head against the other's chest, hands stroking hair, skin, lips touching forehead, eyes glazed, unfocused, perfect bodies intertwined, limb crossing limb. The only audible sound was the hiss of steaming-hot water beating against ceramic tile.