Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2009 21:48:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Chad S Subject: Born on the 4th of July, Part 2 If you read Part I, you know this story is true and that I've just changed names (and a few personal descriptions) to protect the identities of the people involved. This chapter involves an incident of incest between legally adult brothers. If that bothers you, please leave. If you're curious as to how it happened, please continue. Story is copyrighted with all the attendant legal stuff by Chad S., 2009. Born on the 4th of July, Part II: Brothers The car ride home on Sunday was extremely interesting. Troy and I were alone in my truck for the hour ride home, so we had a lot of time to cover some, well, burning questions in my mind. "So, kiddo, what happened there this morning?" I asked him. "Dude, Davis is a hot little piece of ass--of course, you know, you tapped it." He smiled wickedly at me. I popped him in the back of the head. "Hey, what the fuck was that for, asshole?" "Troy, look, what happened between me and Davis last night was, well, it was what it was, but it wasn't just some random hookup, ok?" "Ok, ok, jeez." There was a long pause for several minutes before Troy said, "So, can I ask you something?" "Sure kiddo, go ahead." "So, like, you're gay now?" "Well, I don't really think of myself in labels. I like people and I like sex, and I've had a wide range of experiences with both guys and girls. I guess that makes me bisexual, which is what I tell people when they ask, since most people kind of get what that means. But, I don't ever think of myself as twenty-six/white/bi/male like stats for some kind of stupid personal ad." Troy laughed. "Cool, that's kind of like how I am, too, I guess." "Yeah, I noticed you sort of took to Davis like a fish to water. So, mind if I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "How long have YOU been doing guys?" I ask, glancing over at him for a half second. "Oh, a long time. Why do you think Jon, Zach, and Josh stay over so much?" Troy lightly laughed as he said this. "Dude--you're dating Jon's sister, aren't you?" "Oh yeah, and they've totally been screwing around with each other for years. This one time, I was staying over with Jon, and me, him, and Hannah ended up in bed together. Bro, that was totally hot, let me tell you..." Fuck. My little brother was more like me than I ever thought. "Sounds like it. Damn, stud, how is it that we shared a bedroom all those years without knowing this about each other?" "Well, probably because, about the time I was old enough to start fuckin', you moved off to college. Then, when you came home, you either went down to the river with Derrick and Chris, or you had some chick home with you from school." "Yeah, I guess you're right. But damn, what are the odds?" "What'dya mean?" "I mean, what are the odds that both of us Sanderson boys would be hot, horny, and bi?" Troy laughed out loud at that. "Oh, I guess not too high. But, damn lucky for us, eh?" "So," I began, serious again for a minute, "What are we going to do when we get home? I mean, now that I know about you, and you know about me, and you know about me and Davis?" "Well, I'm damn sure not gonna say anything to mom and dad, if that's what you're askin'." "No. I think we should definitely not tell mom and dad. But still, we've kind of shared something, and I mean more than just Davis. It'll be hard to keep, well, this from messing up our relationship, you know?" The look on his face told me that he didn't know. Of course, he didn't; he was 20, fucking was just a leisure sport to him. I know, I've been there. "Whatever, man. Is this about Davis?" he asked. "Sort of. I mean, do you care about him at all, or was he just a hot piece of ass you jerked off and made out with one time, while your brother watched?" "Chad, I don't even know him. I came in, I saw you two in the bed together, and since it was obvious what had happened, I figured that meant he was open to it, and, clearly, you saw that he was." "Troy, I'm not sure what I saw. You kissed him, he kissed you, and you jerked each other off. As soon as you came, you got up, grabbed your shit, and got in the shower. It was just easy-breezy casual. That's not what it was like with us last night." "So, you're like, in love with him or something?" "God, I don't know--I just know that I like him, and like being around him, and I don't want him hurt. And I know that, if anyone does hurt him, I'm likely to beat the shit out of them and ask questions later." I left that last bit as sort of an implied threat. "Ok, ok, I get the point. So, from now on, Davis is all yours. It's only fair, you saw him first." I laughed. "You could almost say that HE saw ME first." "What?" Troy asked, with his 'I'm stupid and confused' look on his face. "He told me last night that he's been jacking off thinking about seeing me making out with a guy in a hot tub when I went on that big trip to Cabo right after high school grad. Apparently, he hid in the bushes and watched the whole show." I explained, laughing a little. Troy busted up, "Damn, Davis must've been an early bloomer, jackin' off to you in action starting at eight!" He laughed some more. "Still," Troy said, in a slightly odd tone, "I can't really blame him--you're a pretty hot motherfucker, after all." Which he said while grabbing my crotch through my shorts. Taken just a bit by surprise, I swerved just a tad, the truck fishtailing just a little before I righted it while yelling, "What the fuck are you doing? Trying to get us killed?" The little shit just cackled wildly. "Yeah, I guess that was pretty stupid of me. I forget you drive so bad when you're concentrating on the road, that giving you road-head probably WOULD get us both killed." Whoah. I think my brother just offered to suck my dick. Still, I laughed it off with him, and didn't think anything else about it. I guess he thought he might've overstepped his boundaries a tad, because he changed the topic of conversation to how much fun he had hanging out with all Lori's friends are the river the day before, and we talked about other stuff for the rest of the ride home. +++ Before we left the river, I had given Davis my cell number, IM screen names and email address. We had already been coming up with reasons for him needing to come up this weekend. I told him to leave it to me, I'd figure out something. I told him it was ok to call, IM, or email me whenever--and that I better hear from him because "I don't want to think you're going to be one of THOSE guys who you sleep with once and never hear from again." We both laughed about it, and he hugged me and gave a really hot kiss outside at my truck. So, I dropped Troy off at my parents' house. No one was home, I assume they were at the restaurant getting ready to open back up on Monday. My family owns a local restaurant and catering business, and I work at the restaurant to finance my compulsive schooling habit. I'm working on collecting letters after my name, the way I used to collect Star Wars action figures as a kid. We'd been closed for the 4th, but next week was going to be rough. No doubt, mom and dad decided to get an early start. No sooner had I dropped off my bro than my phone buzzed. It was a text from Davis: Davis: hey stud, wut up? Me: nthng much, just dropped off troy. u? Davis: thnkin bout ur sexy ass Me: urs is sexier. call u in a bit. I can't text and drive, and it's stupid to try. So, I pulled into my house. Yes, I own a house. My parents live in the same neighborhood that my grandparents lived in. When I graduated from college, my grandparents gave me their house, and they moved to Florida. The understanding is, Troy inherits mom and dad's house (we live in a very nice, old neighborhood), so I got theirs. This also has the advantage of me living on the opposite corner of the same block as my parents, and there's the little garden-gate that connects the back yards (this was great when I was a kid). It also means I have a big, old house that I use only about 20% of at present. I grabbed my duffle out of the back of the truck, closed the garage door, and headed inside. I dropped the bag in the laundry room, while looking for Davis' number on my contact list. It rang twice before he answered. "Hey sexy, what took you so long?" he asked, so cute. "Just building up the anticipation. How was the trip home?" I asked. "Boring as hell. Dad was still drunk, so mom drove home, and complained the whole time that he was such a lush." "No offense, dude, but you're mom's one to talk." "No shit." "Well, I'm still thinking about how to get you up here this weekend." "Oh? Have you learned how to teleport people?" He said sarcastically. His sarcasm is so cute. I laughed, "Yeah, I'm thinking of trying that 'when you wish upon a star' thing again, although, I gotta tell ya, my track record on that is not exactly promising." "Hmm," he said, "Maybe I should try it then." "Why's that, sexy? You got connections with Jiminy Cricket?" "I must," he said, "I got you, didn't I?" Now, really, what the hell are you supposed to say to something like that? I mean, that's like the nicest, sweetest, and cheese-ball-iest thing anyone has ever said to me. But, it also made me think about what happened that morning when Troy slid in bed next to him. "Yeah, you got me...that is, if it's really me you want." I said trying to be nonchalant about what was obviously my jealous streak--so rarely seen--coming out. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he asked, sounding hurt. "We like, did it last night, remember? I meant it when I said you could fuck me whenever, Chad, I...Chad, I'm in love with you." Okay, now, before you all start thinking about what a dick I am (and believe me, during this conversation, I was really feeling like one), please remember that he and my brother had engaged in a little spit-swapping and jerking off while in the bed with me only a few hours before. While, yes, saying this to him puts me back in the running for asshole of the year, I think that its just a tiny, little bit understandable. "Davis--I like you a lot, really, I do. You're awesome, and last night was awesome, and...well...if we can figure out a way to be discreet about it, I'd like to keep things going with you. But, man, you're 16. You're too young to know that you're in love with anyone. It's the hormones, dude. At your age, I was in love with almost anyone who'd screw around with me. I don't want to just be some random hookup you had, because, really, to me, last night was special in a way that I've only had a couple of times in my life. But, I don't want to rob you of experiences you might want...and, the age thing could be a big issue for us, especially right now when, being honest, what we did last night was totally illegal. I mean, you realize, I could go to jail for this, right?" Holy shit, I just realized, I COULD go to jail for this. He was really quiet for a minute, before he said really softly, "I guess I hadn't thought of that. Look, I don't wanna get you into any trouble, and I'm sorry if I fucked things up for you." He was sniffling, I could tell. Goddammit, why am I such a jerk? "Davis, man, please, don't cry. Look, I don't care, I still want to be with you, if that's what you want, I just don't want you to think that I'm the only game in town...and, you know, there are guys closer to your age you might want, I mean, you and Troy seemed to--" "Fuck, that's what this is really about, isn't it? Chad, I didn't really want to do that, I mean, sure, I enjoyed it. Who doesn't like getting off? But it wasn't anything, and I thought that, well, if I made out with Troy and played along for what he wanted, he wouldn't tell on us. That's all. Please, please don't hate me for that. He's not going to tell, is he?" Davis was sobbing. "No, no, buddy, don't cry," I was starting to tear up, "No, he's not going to tell anyone anything. He and I talked on the way home, he's cool. I'm sorry for making you upset, I didn't mean to, well, make you think I didn't want to be with you. Fuck, Davis, I'm so sorry--I'm just a stupid jerk who fucks things up, especially with people I actually care about. Please, really, I'm sorry." He sniffled a bit before saying, "It's ok, I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to break down like that, I just--well, I--I didn't want to think that we'd never get to be together like we were last night ever again." "Hey man, where there's a will, there's a way. If you want it, I want it, and we'll just find a way to make it work--but we're going to both have to be really creative." "Ok," he said. "So what all did you and Troy talk about on the way home?" "Oh, you know, how odd it is to have two studly bi guys in one family, how cute you are, how if he ever touches you again, I'll go into a blind jealous rage and tear his throat out," I said, in wryly. Davis cracked up. It was great hearing him laugh again, really, as corny as it sounds, it was like music to my ears. Really, I'm falling for this kid. "Well, I wouldn't want to come between the two of you--not again, I mean." It was my turn to bust up. He has a wicked sense of humor. "I don't know what to make of you, Davis. I'm starting to realize you always seem to have some smartass comment on the tip of your tongue." "I guess I'm just comfortable enough with you to say them," he kind of half-heartedly laughed, "I don't say much around most people because, well, when I do, I tend to get beaten up." "What, what do you mean?" "Like, you know, at school...I mouthed off to some of the jocks one time, after they'd been making fun of me, calling me queer bait, skaterfag, you know, and they beat me up pretty bad. I'm a quick learner, so I just stopped talking to most people." "Dude, that's fucking terrible! Why didn't you tell someone?" "Who was I going to tell?" "The principle, your teacher, your parents--anyone?" "Oh, like they'd believe me. It would've been my fault, just like everything always has been. I mean, it's not like Jeff would ever admit to him and his friends beating up on me." I was seeing red. "You mean, Jeff, your brother, was part of the group that beat you up?" "And the group that was making fun of me, yeah. I mean, he's been doing it pretty much my whole life, why would doing it at school with other people to help him be any different?" "Because, goddammit, that's not what brothers do! Fuck, Davis, he should've been been PROTECTING you from people picking on you or beating you up, not ringleading it!" I was so mad...I'm still pretty sure that if I ever see Jeff, he's likely to get the knuckle-to-jaw greeting. "Well, it doesn't matter. He graduated last year, and most of the rest of his friends will graduate this year, so, maybe I'll get one year of high school after that without the shadow of my asshole older brother hanging over me. Or, maybe not. After that, I can go to college far away from here, and never look back." He said, in a tone that made it clear that this kind of day-dreaming is what kept him going, day to day. I felt so bad, I didn't know what to do. I guess I really do love this kid; the thought of him being in pain like this just...infuriates me. "Well, maybe you won't go THAT far away. I mean, I hope you plan to look back enough to see me here." "Oh, Chad, sorry, I didn't mean--" "It's ok, you've had that dream longer than you've had me, I understand. But I'm still fuckin' pissed at your brother. That shit is not cool--brothers are not supposed to act like that to each other." "Yeah, I'm so jealous of you and Troy, you can tell you guys have a really awesome relationship." "Well, we have our problems from time to time," like, me being jealous over you, I thought to myself, "but yeah, we really do. He's a great brother, and a pretty good friend." "Soooo," he kind of drew it out, "Can I ask you something?" I laughed and said, "You can ask me anything you want, I think we're to the point where we don't have many secrets left." "True," he giggled. "Well, I just wanna know--have you ever done anything, you know, sexual, with Troy?" "Umm, no, not exaclty." "What does that mean?" "Well, no, we've never done anything together, but, today, on the way home, he made some comment about wanting to give me head--" "Whoah, awesome? You didn't let him?" "I was driving! Besides, he was probably joking anyway, you know, just squeezing my cock to get me to freak out or something." "Whoah! He grabbed your cock?!" "Yeah, you know, it was just playful, I think." "I think you ought to see if he'd really do it." "What? You wouldn't be upset that someone else was sucking my cock?" "No, Chad, not all of us are jealous, enraged lovers." He was laughing at me, but it was ok, I joined in. "And, besides, your brother IS hot, and, well, the idea of you two fuckin' is really hot." "Well," I said, slightly uncomfortable, "I'm not going to push it. If he makes another move, I'll play along--if you're sure you're ok with that." I said, not wanting to fuck up with Davis again tonight. More laughter. "Chad, go for it. But I DO wanna hear all about it." "IF it happens," I said. "When it happens." he replied. +++ I promised Davis I'd call him in the morning. We'd been on the phone for like four hours Sunday night, and I had to get in to work early Monday morning to prep some stuff for the big catering job we had on Friday. I also promised him I'd think of a way to get him up here this weekend. I got up at 6:30, showered, brushed teeth, pretended to shave. My stubbly sort-of beard drives my mother insane, but not as insane as when I let it grow out for a whole year in college, and looked like a red-headed mountain man. After that, she decided she'd settle for a little stubble and not bitch about it. I like it, it kind of suits me. On the way out the door, I texted Davis and told him I'd call him later, when I knew he'd be up. I got to work and mom was already there, mixing cake icing. Some insane bridezilla is getting married on Thursday, and this cake she's ordered has five main tiers, with six smallers satellite cakes cascading around on either side. And, she wants the whole thing to be Italian crème. That damn cake is going to end up costing more than some people's whole weddings. "Hey honey, good morning!" Mom said, as I waked in and grabbed an apron. "Hey mom. How's the icing coming?" "Oh, great. Just ten more gallons, and I'll be done" she said, joking. My mom and I share a sense of humor--we laugh at everything. "Your brother seemed really excited last night. Y'all must've had a good time down at Tom and Jan's." "Oh yeah, a great time," I said, the whole time thinking, If you only knew what your boys had a great time doing down there... "You didn't let him drink too much did you?" "Mom, he's legally an adult. You need to stop babying him--he was fine. I'm sure he had a few, but he didn't get out of control or anything, he didn't puke, and I brought him home safely. The end." "Chad, you need to think more about your brother, you know, we're lucky just to have him at all..." and then, she went on with what I call 'Mom Speech #5' where we go over all the trauma of his premature birth, his natal pneumonia, his esophageal surgery at 18 weeks old, and on and on. Don't get me wrong, it was seriously traumatic...and I'm sure that living day to day with your infant in a hospital, not being sure if they are going to live or die is awful and scarring...but, that was nineteen years ago, and he's a normal, healthy adult now. He has no lasting problems from any of it. But, still, she looks at Troy and sees a helpless baby. "You're right, mom, I should think more about him," I said, and, added silently, 'And see, my new, sixteen year old boyfriend and you already agree on something.' Whoah. I just thought of Davis as my boyfriend. Really, this kid has gotten a hold of me in ways I can't explain. "I'm sorry, Chad, you're a good older brother. I'm glad you boys had fun this weekend. Your dad and I really enjoyed having the house to ourselves for a bit." "Happy I could help. Well, I'm gonna go get started making those wedding cookies. A hundred dozen shouldn't take more than, what, 15 or 16 hour?" I laughed. Mom laughed too. "Hey, she's already paid half--so it'll be well worth it." I walked around the corner into the other prep area and turned on the hood fan, and then took out my phone, and walked to the edge of the room--sure that the hood would drown out any of my conversation. I called Daivs, 8:02 on the dot. It rang four times, and just as I was deciding what to say to his voicemail, he answered the phone in sleepy tones, "Hello?" "Good morning, hot stuff." "What time is it?" "Just after eight." "What the fuck are you doing up at eight o'clock?" "Well, it's the strangest thing. I enjoy having money to spend, so I have to get up early, against my will, and go to work every morning, so that I get paid on Fridays." "Ok, ok...I'm glad you called, but I'll talk to you later, when I'm awake." I laughed at him, "It's ok buddy, go back to sleep and enjoy your carefree summer. I'll talk to you later." "Great. Love you." "Love you, too." Call ended. Oh shit, I just told him I loved him. Casually, easily. That just came out. I freak out over the "L" word; I don't believe in using it unless you mean it. But, I guess I do mean it. My thoughts were all a mess while I made up dozen after dozen of wedding cookies. +++ I was kind of in a zone, I guess, when Troy came in. "Hey bro, you ok?" I didn't look up, just kept forming the cookies in my hands, placing them neatly, in rows, on the trays. "Hello, earth to Chad, come in please?" Startled, I looked up and said, "Oh, hey Troy. Sorry, I was kind of distracted." "I'll say. So, you're working tables tonight?" "Umm, no, I came in early shift to help mom with the Hartselle wedding stuff. Early shift means I don't work nights." "Well, dad called here earlier and told her to tell you he needs you to work tonight. Laci called and told him she and her husband both have the flu." "Yeah, the convenient, 'Still hung over after partying all weekend' strain, I bet." "Probably," Troy laughed. "Damn it, I do NOT want to work tonight." "Why, hot phone-sex date with your new boy?" he asked. I gave him a look that could freeze beer. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just joking." "One day, that alligator-sized mouth of yours is going to overload that ant-sized ass." "Ok, Grandpa." "Really, Troy, you can't just say shit like that. Anyone might be walking through." "Ok, ok, I get it. Sorry. Won't happen again." "Thanks. Well, I guess I'm working tables tonight. The joys of working at the family business..." "Well," Troy said in his odd tone, "we might be able to find you a good tip." He turned around and walked out to the main prep area, and then out into the restaurant. For a few minutes, I just stared at the doorway, before finishing up the trays of cookies. +++ After going home to shower and change into wait staff clothes, I got back to the restaurant about twenty minutes before we start serving dinner. Dad met me at the back door. "Damn it, Chad, you're late." "Sorry, dad...I mean, I'm just pulling two shifts, don't mean to inconvenience you." "Chad, look, I can't help it that you and your brother are about the only reliable employees we've got. And, I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you more for the foreseeable future, since I let Laci go this afternoon." Ok, I'm not exactly sorry to see Laci go. She's a bitch, she is chronically late, chronically absent, and, though I've never been able to prove it, I swear she steals tips. On the other hand, I do not like working dinner shift, at all. Lunch, I can handle. Prep, I can handle. Waiting dinner, though...is just hell. All those annoying kids, whose parents let them run wild around the restaurant like they own the place; whiny women who can't be bothered to cook at home, but want to make sure that we cook her kid's food just exactly how they want it... I mean, people must not understand how insulting it is to a professional chef to be told how to cook a dish they've perfected with their own recipe and style. I hate dealing with it. Still, it does have some advantages. Tips are better at dinner, and when you flirt with the whiny housewives whose husbands are staring at the Fox Sports Channel screen at the bar, they're a lot better. We were incredibly busy. Recession or no recession, when you run a reasonably-priced, home-cooking restaurant that has big TVs and a bar, you can still make money. Dad says, people are going to eat, get married, and have parties no matter what. They may not be able to afford smoked duck and caviar, but if you know what your doing and how to do it, you can still make money cooking for people. I guess he's right. Troy and I passed each other all night, in and out of the kitchen picking up trays of food, taking tickets back to the register, making change. He kept catching my eye, and giving me this weird, shit-eating grin kind of look. Frankly, I was still a little pissed at working a 16 or more hour day, so I just went about my business. When we got the last customer out of the door, Troy rushed over and locked it. He didn't say anything, just started clean-up. I started on my side of the room, and met in the middle. "Hey boys" Dad called from the back. "Yeah dad?" I answered. "I'm going to head on home." Lucky fuckin' you, I thought. "Just sweep and mop out front, I'll have do back here in the morning." Thank heaven for small favors, I guess. "Hey Troy, I'll sweep if you'll mop." "Ok, works for me." I went to the back and going the big push broom and started by the door. Troy ran off to the supply closet in the back to get the mop and the mop bucket. "Hey, Chad?" I heard him call from in back. "Yeah?" "Can you come in here a sec? I can't find the big disinfectant bottle?" "What the fuck, Troy, it's on the bottom shelf." "No, it isn't." "Yes, it is. I saw it there this morning." "Well, if you can find it, I'll suck your dick." I walked into the supply closet and the bottle was sitting out. Troy reached behind me and shut the door. "What the fuck?" "Well, you helped me find the bottle, so now, I guess I gotta suck your dick." "You're joking, right?" "Nope, now drop 'em" he said, pointing to my pants. "Troy, I think this isn't such a great--" He moved up and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and grabbing my dick through my pants. Pulling back just a minute, he said, "You think too much, sometimes." And went back to kissing me as he undid the button on my slacks. Okay, so this was definitely hot, and like I said before, I've fantasized about my brother more than once over the years. It was wrong, and dirty. And hot, and, ok, I'm only a man. Sometimes, when confronted with one of our fantasies happening, we just have to go with it. So I did. I was totally freeballing, which is what I do whenever I have to work tables. It's hot in there, and underwear is just an unnecessary layer to hold more body heat and sweat. This had the advantage of having my rapidly swelling, 6.5 inch uncut cock being much more accessible to my brother who had just dropped to his knees and unzipped the zipper of my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Troy took hold of the base of my cock and then starting licking the tip, wedging his tongue between my cockhead and foreskin. He was rewarded with a thick, stringy rope of precum running down his lower lip. "Oh, fuuuuck, Troy, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" He let go for a second and looked up at me, "Zach's is uncut too. I love it." And he went back to work, circling my head underneath the foreskin with his tongue. The sensation was incredibly, like being licked inside and out at the same time. Three minutes or so of that, I just couldn't take it anymore, it was too intense. So, I pulled my cock away from his mouth, and lifted my balls a little. He started licking the underside of the balls, at first, just licking his tongue up and down the ridge between them, then, slowing sucking the right one into his mouth and letting it "pop" out, before doing the same to the left one. "Goddamn, Troy, that's so fucking good. Suck my cock, bro, come one, suck me!" He licked up from the base of my balls (which drives me absofuckinglutely wild) all the way up the underside of my shaft, and then, in one motion, took the whole thing down to the pubes. I felt his throat muscles relax and pull down on my foreskin-covered cockhead. The feeling was incredible, like nothing I can describe. I grabbed the back of his head and face-fucked him for a solid five or six minutes before I just couldn't take it anymore. I guess he was a pretty experienced cocksucker, and knew that I was close to cumming, because, right at the very moment of "no return", he stuck his middle finger up into my sweaty asshole, curling it forward and just brushing my prostate with the tip of his finger. That was all it took--I shot 6 enormous load of cum into my brother's mouth, so much that some was leaking out around the edges. I bent down and grabbed him under his armpits and pulled him up close to me and kissed him, sharing that big load of cum he just sucked out of my dick. I pulled off and we both swallowed and I looked at him and said "Now, your turn." Needing no more encouragement he leaned up against the door, and I unfastened his pants. He was wearing a camo C-IN2 street jock. Fucking sexy. I pulled the front of the jock over to the side to reveal my brothers enormous cock. I mean, seriously, we're talking 8.5 inches, and easily 5 inches around. He was cut (it happened in the hospital when he was a baby, and no one asked my parents, they just did it), but I didn't care. My little brother had a donkey dick, with matching low hanging balls. No wonder he's wearing a jock around all the time. I grabbed the base of his cock and started sucking on the tip, nursing it like a tit, and flicking my tongue across his piss slit. Troy was groaning from the feelings. Easing a little bit more of his huge cock into my mouth, I gently placed my left hand at his inner thigh, and let my thumb work at rubbing the spot just under his balls, while I tugged down on his big balls with my right hand. Rubbing, tugging, and going back and forth on his cock didn't take long to produce the intended effect. "Fuckin' shit, Chad, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna CUM!!!!!" And boy, did he. Jet after get of slightly bitty, salty cum shot out of those big balls and into my hungry mouth. I stood up and kissed him again, this time, sharing his load with him. Both of our cocks were starting to soften, but we were grinding them against each other as we made out in the supply closet at the restaurant. After about ten minutes, I came up for air. Both of us were panting. "Man, bro, I wish we had done that sooner," Troy said. "I'm thinking we should do it again later." "Your place?" "Not tonight. But yeah, maybe after work tomorrow?" "Just tell me when, I'll come back for that treatment anytime, day or night" he said, laughing. "Damn right," I said, as I leaned over to kiss his lips before pulling up my pants. While I was buttoning up, Troy pulled up his and opened the door. "I still gotta mop this shit. I'll see you tomorrow, bro." "Ok. Goodnight, Troy." +++ No sooner was I in my truck and had it cranked than I called Davis. "Hey sexy, how was work?" he said. "Work was unremarkable, but you will not fucking believe what just happened." "What?" he asked, sounding kind of worried. "Dad asked us to sweep and mop up before we left, and Troy went to the closet but said he couldn't find the disinfectant. I was arguing with him about where it was when he said, 'If you can find it, I'll suck your dick'...." Davis jerked off that night with me telling him all about it. +++ To all you guys who wrote after Part I, thanks so much. It's been great hearing from you. Probably won't have too much to report until after this weekend, when "Davis" is coming up to stay with me. You'll get to hear all about how I arranged this when the next chapter gets written. Thanks again for all your great comments. You guys are the best. toobadsochad AT yahoo DOT com