by Jon Hold
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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky.
Enjoy!
Jon
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Bud was my big brother. Dad worked in construction so, ever since mom left, Bud's kinda been responsible for me. Dad had to leave early for work, so Bud would get us breakfast and keep an eye on me after school. Dad always made time for us when he got home.
I imagine, looking back, that it must have been pretty hard on Bud, always having his little brother tagging along. But he never said anything to me about it. I was a naturally quiet kid and was pretty good about amusing myself when Bud and his friends were playing games too fast or too rough for me. I also got used to being roughhoused by a bunch of older boys and was a good sport about it, so I sorta got accepted as a mascot or something like that by Bud's friends.
Bud and I shared a bed up in the attic. Our bedroom was pretty cool because it was really big and had nice dormer windows with widow seats that were fun to sit in and watch the rain or snow coming down. Every night, Dad would come upstairs and tuck us in. Then we'd talk or Daddy would tell us a story, or we'd tell him one. Then he'd kiss both of us good-night and turn out all the lights except the nightlight by the stairs. In the wintertime Daddy would put a big old feather quilt on our bed. Bud and I never wore anything to bed except our undershorts, so in cold weather we'd cuddle up close to keep each other warm. Some of my happiest memories are of being warm and loved, cuddled up under that big old quilt with my brother while Daddy told us a story. It never dawned on me that my dad, who also wore just underpants to bed, must have been freezing his ass off. But he never complained or hurried a story.
I'm not sure exactly when I first noticed Bud playing with himself, but once I got interested I'd wake up just as soon as he started moving around. The first time I asked him what he was doing, he told me, "Nothing!" and to mind my own business and go back to sleep. Well, you can imagine how well that worked. NOT! It took three nights of my interrupting and interfering for Bud to give up and finally tell me what he was doing. After swearing me to secrecy on my most solemn oath, Bud told me all about getting hair and getting horny and getting a hard-on and jacking off. I thought it was cool. My little dink was fun to play with, but I soon discovered that my big brothers big dink was a LOT more fun to play with. I started off having to beg Bud to let me play with his dink, but when I started getting really good at it we both just got in the habit of me jerking my big brother off every night and on week-end mornings. Sometimes after school Bud would be horny, especially if one of the girls had been after him, and he'd drag me into the bathroom where I could whack him off into the toilet.
We took baths together in the big old cast iron tub and Bud was responsible for washing me and making sure I was clean. We pretty soon made a deal where if Bud would wash me all over and make me feel good, I'd wash his dink all over and make it feel really good. It was a deal that we both enjoyed. On Sunday mornings before church Dad would get in the tub with us and pull the shower curtain all the way around us and then turn on the shower. Dad would wash his 'wild Indians' and Bud and I would have a wonderful time playing in the shower spray and teasing Daddy while he washed our hair and slathered us up with sweet smelling soap. With our hair slicked down and our Sunday Suits on, everyone at church always complemented Daddy on his boys. I wonder what they'd have said if they knew I most of the church meeting trying to figure out if Daddy would like it if I cranked his handle for him, and how to get him to let me show him how good I was getting at taking care of man business.
I got tired of cleaning up the mess after jerking Bud off and finally hit on the brilliant idea of letting him shoot his stuff into my mouth. I'd been sneaking tastes and really liked Bud's stuff anyway, so putting his dick in my mouth wasn't any big deal to me. Bud got upset though. He said that he didn't want anyone to think I was a 'cocksucker'. I asked him what that was and he told me. I just laughed and said it didn't count because he was my brother, and, anyway, who was he going to tell?
Gregg was one of Bud's friends that I really liked. He'd always take the time to explain stuff to me and to show me stuff, like how to whittle whistles and little animals out of sticks. When he got a brand new penknife for his birthday he even (after asking Dad for permission) gave me his old penknife for my very own. Anyhow, Greg's mom and dad were having some trouble and my Daddy said that Greg could stay with us while his parents settled their problems. I was wildly excited because, to me, that meant that I'd have two big brothers that I really liked.
Bud and I made room for Greg's stuff in our closet and chest-o'-drawers and even cleaned our room spic and span. When Daddy came upstairs to inspect, he fell down on the floor, clutching his heart, yelling that he was having a heart attack, he couldn't believe how clean our bedroom (usually a disaster area) was. It scared Bud and I at first, until we realized that Daddy was pulling our legs, then, one look at each other and we both jumped him. We had a wonderful wrestling match just full of tickle attacks. My Daddy could be so much fun that a boy just couldn't hardly keep up.
The front doorbell rang and Bud and I pelted off down the stairs, leaving Daddy sweaty and panting on the wooden floor. By the time Daddy got downstairs, Bud and I, on our best company manners, had invited Mr. and Mrs. Anderson and Gregg into the living room and offered them hospitality. Dad came in combing his hair straight with his fingers and welcomed Gregg and his parents with a big smile. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were pretty embarrassed but Daddy just told them that everyone needed a little private time sometimes. Mr. Anderson said he hoped that Greg wouldn't be any trouble and Daddy said he wouldn't be... or that he'd beat his ass just like he did ours. That got him raspberries from both Bud and me, threats of retribution and comments like, "If you can catch us old man!" Dad made a lunge for us and Gregg, Bud and I ran outside screaming and laughing like crazy, dragging Gregg between us while taunting Dad to try and catch us. Dad and the Anderson's talked a little bit and then the Anderson's took off.
Bud and I laughed at Gregg when he started to put pajama's on before getting into bed. Gregg got all flustered and wanted to know what we were laughing about and we started teasing him about being a wuss, still wearing pajamas to bed. Blushing, Gregg immediately took his pajamas off and then, looking us over, pushed his jockey shorts down and kicked them off. "Yeah? Well let's see who's a wuss now!"
Gregg had a big ol' pecker. Even bigger than Bud's, And he had really neat thick black hair around his cock that really made it look even bigger. Bud dropped his shorts readily enough, but I didn't want Gregg to see how small and undeveloped my dink was and laugh at me.
"Come on, Jon. You too! Or are you a wuss?" said Gregg in his most irritating voice.
"Go on, Shrimp." Bud said, sort of puzzled about my reluctance.
I just shook my head 'No', and acted shy.
"Let's pants him!"
I could have killed Gregg for that, at least until my big brother said, "YEAH!"
I squealed in terror when they started for me --- and the chase was on. They were both bigger than me, but I was quick, agile, and determined to keep my little superman underpants. The Attic was really big and there were a lot of old trunks and other stored stuff to get behind and jump over and get in the way of my pursuers. I was laughing and screaming and squealing and they were yelling and shouting instructions at each other and we were pounding around all over the place. In other words, we were having a great time. At least until my foot slipped and Bud snagged me around my chest. I squealed and begged for mercy but Gregg had the waistband of my undershorts and was pulling them down in a flash. I thrashed my legs and screamed for mercy all to no avail. Bud was still holding me and Gregg was pointing between my legs and laughing when we all heard the trump of doom;
"What are you boys doing up here? And why aren't you in bed yet?"
Gregg was closest to the bed. He took off, Bud tucked me under one arm and was right behind him. Gregg skittered to a stop and jerked the covers up, Bud dove in, still carrying me, and Gregg was right behind him. I ended up in the middle of two big boys, trying to control their panting. With a totally sweet and innocent look on my face I quietly said, "Whatever do you mean, Father dearest? We've just been waiting for you to turn out the lights and tell us our story."
Daddy `Humphed!' at that line, but dutifully turned the lights out and sat on the side of the bed. First he asked all three of us what our plans for the weekend were and made sure that Gregg knew how welcome he was to our home. Then he told us a story about three princes who turned into wisenheimers and got their butts tanned for their trouble. I told Daddy that was a pretty thinly disguised morality play, and he suggested that he could reshape my butt a lot thinner if I'd prefer that and I just giggled. Then Dad kissed all three of us good-night and went back downstairs. He never said anything about us being in bed naked together.
Daddy was hardly down the stairs than, with ferocious, barely contained whispers, both older boys started socking me in the shoulders. I started to wail that they were hurting me and Dad's voice arrowed up the stairs, promising some warm behinds if he had to come back up there. We froze, holding our breaths until the sounds of him walking rattled away to his side of the house. Then Gregg and Bud started in on me again. Seems that they weren't happy about me holding onto their pubes and pulling on their hair while Daddy was telling his story. They had to bury my head under a pillow to muffle my laughter.
"I know! Let's torture him!" Gregg suggested with unseemly glee.
"Nah! I've got a better idea!" my big brother said in an evil tone of voice. By then, they had me out from under the pillows and were kneeling on the old bed, each of them with one of my arms. "Let's make him jack us off!"
"Huh?" Gregg said.
"The little shrimp likes to yank my pecker for me every night. Let's make him do both of us in payment for his evil ways!"
"Uh..."
"Come on Gregg. I know you whack off. Everybody does. And the shrimp's pretty good at it, and don't make you beg for it like the girls do."
"I don't know. Ain't that queer or something?"
"It ain't queer, dude. He's my brother!"
"Yeah, but..."
"Yeah but my ass. Do you jack off every night or not?"
"Well... Yeah, I guess so... but..."
"OK. You can just lay there and watch then. Or jerk yourself off. I don't care. Jon makes my pecker stand up and scream at the moon. If you wanna just play with yourself, go ahead!"
Bud laid down on his back and spread his legs. I had this signal down pat. I hopped over between my big brother's legs and, grinning right at Gregg, picked up his loose ball sack and started playing with his big balls. When Bud groaned and stretched and then wiggled himself down comfortably into the warmth of the bed, I grinned in satisfaction and leaned down and kissed Bud right on the head of his half-swollen dick. I heard Gregg gasp in surprise, a gasp that had more than a little nervous hysteria in it. Grinning and looking right at Gregg I pulled down on Bud's big low-hangers which caused his dick to lift up off of his belly and swing up into the air. I caught the flying head in my mouth just like a piece of tossed popcorn and sucked in about half of my big brothers honking lap lizard. Taking a deep breath and a cut-off gurgling, swallowing sound, I buried my face in Bud's billowing pubes, his cock completely engulfed and down my throat. Still looking right into Gregg's eyes and grinning, even if Greggy boy couldn't see my grin through the thick pubes my nose was buried in, I pulled slowly up, letting Bud's now fully erect pussy packer slowly, slowly escape, the spit-shiny shaft glittering across the now dilated blue roadmap of distended veins as my lips sensuously, reluctantly let the fabulous boytool escape it's narrow confines.
Gregg was frozen into immobility. On his knees. One hand holding desperately to an erection now so swollen that I was afraid Gregg might rupture something. Gregg's other hand was still pointing at my brothers groin and my head. Gregg's eyes were wide in shocked amazement, his mouth hanging open. He wasn't moving. At all. Even to breathe.
I loudly slurped my way off the bloated end of Bud's visibly throbbing cock, making a great production of holding the fat staff upright and slurping up the strands of throat-spit and pre-cum that swooped between Bud's thickness and my lower lip. Making impassioned cow-eyes at Bud's lovely organ, I took another deep breath and smacked my lips before sighing in contented pleasure as I took him once again through my berry-stained love-puffy lips and gently swallowed him without pause until my face was once again buried in my brothers soft pubes were I could root my nose around in his lush pleasure thicket.
With a wavering cry torn from his chest, Gregg started falling backwards as a long, silver-white stream exploded from the end of his cock to fly across the bed and land in a burning coil against my back.
"He's cumming, Jon! Don't let him make a mess on the bed!"
Reacting instantly to my brothers order, and my own deepest desire, I immediately disgorged Bud's throat thumper and scuttled over his leg and across the bed where I just barely got my mouth over Gregg's grossly swollen and empurpled cock-knob when his second stream erupted massively against the back of my throat. Gulping, I slid my lips down and got a firm suction lock on Gregg's erupting sword.
Gregg screamed at the heat and suction that enveloped his massively sensitive cockhead. He'd never felt anything on his cock except his own hand but wasn't about to lose what his body knew it wanted, and demanded. Grabbing my head between powerful clawed hands, Gregg's untried youthful loins snapped demandingly forward, slamming his fat cock all the way down my throat. I wasn't really in position to swallow a big cock all the way down. My feet scrabbled and my hands pulled at the sheets until I managed to throw my body up against Gregg's, giving his cock a straight shot right down my throat.
Out of his mind with passion and still holding onto my head with both hands, Gregg's lizard brain took over and started fucking my throat as hard and fast as his muscles could contract and relax while his lips and teeth attacked my belly and sides. Biting, pulling, sucking, demanding, teasing, imploring, and demanding again. Gregg's sperm quit flowing and he fucked on. Striving without pause for the magical second nut. The peak of sexual power where, riding the sensual high of an orgasm a person strives and through supreme physical and mental determination seeks to find another orgasm at an even higher plane.
It was all I could do to just hang on and try to catch a breath of air from time to time. Bud was running his hands all over Gregg and me, his cock dripping slime all over me and the bed in a steady stream. Bud's eyes were wide in horny adoration of the act Gregg and I were involved in before him. I could tell that Bud wanted back into my throat really bad, but wasn't about to fuck up his buddies first experience. Bud felt his buddy up good, ass and balls and as much cock as he could find outside of my mouth, which wasn't very damn much. Bud laid down behind me with the back of my head in his crotch. The lustful vapor of two teens crotches flooded the area and swamped my sensorium. I saw Bud join Gregg in chewing on the inside of my thighs only he extended his chewing all over my butt instead of down my thigh. I saw Bud and Gregg hungrily kissing each other between chewing, kissing and sucking sessions on my thighs.
Bud was fucking alongside my neck and down my chest while Gregg was heartily deep-fucking my throat. I had my arms wrapped around Gregg's butt, hanging on for dear life and sucking him as hard as I could. I was starting to feel really odd from the hornies and lack of oxygen when Bud slid one of his long fingers into my ass and started finger-fucking me, something we'd only talked about until right then. I reached between Gregg's legs and grabbed his balls, pulling them back between his legs. Gregg squealed and entered a nirvana of exquisite pleasure as his second orgasm built right on top of his still lingering first orgasm, his tortured nerves flashing in ecstasy. Bud jammed his finger all the way up inside me when I started hunching and squirting my clear juice all over between Gregg and me. Bud hunched hard against the back of my head and started plastering me and Gregg together with about a gallon of clotted teen cum. All three of us blasting off harder than we ever had in our lives before. The room stunk of sweat, overheated boy flesh, steamy teen flesh, sperm, butt juice and lust. I don't know what happened next. I passed out! With acsmile on my face and knowing that now I had two big brothers, not just one.