Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 19:32:34 -0500 From: Justin Kase Subject: Buzz and Beyond Its been a while since I've contributed a story. I hope this meets the standards of the readers. Like it or not, I would love to hear what you think. Just email me at SBC_Tek@hotmail.com Here ya go: Buzz and Beyond There seems to be distinct events that mark the future paths of my life. Some are monumental and others just little pebbles in the road. Some of the events are large at the time and others are barely noticed at the time. This one begins with a crack of beer can opening on a hot summer day. My dad and his brother weren't working that day and they had a tub of cold beer left over from the party their boss had the day before. My dad and uncle cleaned up the place by picking up the trash, folding the tables and chairs, and by hauling off all the leftover beer and ice. They were off from work more to celebrate the abundance of beer they had inherited than for any other reason. Apparently, it was a sin to let beer go unconsumed once it was chilled. While they waited for other workers to get off and come join them, my dad and uncle began their duty of accumulating recyclable aluminum. That was something that did appeal to me and my brother, as it was the profit from the aluminum that bought our birthday and Christmas presents each year. They sat on opposite sides of the tub full of ice, making sure their lawn chairs were set just right so they could reach the beer by dropping their hand to their sides. The trees provided the shade but there wasn't much breeze unless a car or pickup drove by and kicked up some dust. My brother and I planted ourselves on the ground opposite the chairs. We sat on the ground in almost identical cutoff jean shorts and nothing else. Our bodies had turned nut brown from the summer sun. We were that brown all over except for our little white butts. The reason that the shorts were identical was not that I wanted to emulate my big brother, it was that I was wearing hand-me-downs. My brother and I were not even a year different in age. I had already caught up to him in size, if not a little bit stouter, so hand-me-downs didn't make all that much sense. I didn't know for years that my balls weren't supposed to feel like they were being crushed by my Wranglers. Sometimes, I got treated as a little bother, other times it was almost like I was my brother's twin. My brother was born the night before our parents were supposed to graduate high school. It meant that neither of them got to walk across the stage and get their diplomas. It did add quite of bit of confusion with my dad, he didn't know if he actually graduated until the next July when his diploma arrived in the mail. In other stories we heard that my brother was conceived is a party to mark the end of summer. It was where he was conceived that contributed to his middle name, Dodge. I am grateful that I got skipped on that tradition, otherwise my middle name might have been 7-11. I do hope to learn soon the meaning of my middle name, Devine, before my parents pass away. That tradition did of middle names picked up again with our younger brothers. Beach was where they were for the brother 3 years younger. July is for the 4th of July, when they did it. Our youngest brother's middle name is B.J., it was how he got started, it all started with a BJ and went from there. I was conceived the very night that my mother's doctor told her that they could have sex again after the birth of my older brother. She came up to where my dad was working on the night shift at the 7-11. My dad propped my mom up on cases of beef jerky and cherry pies and humped her until I was squirted into her. They celebrated the act with a sack of pork rinds and slushies. I was born 22 days prior to my brother turning 1 year old. That meant that for 3 weeks, we were the same age, something that he hated all through . . . well, he still hates it. We weren't allowed to drink at that age of 13 and 14, well, not while our mom was there, or not until she got drunk enough to let us drink. But there were rules to drinking that day. We couldn't touch anything brewed in Milwaukee, or St. Louis, or Golden, or anywhere in Texas. If it was made in any foreign country, we were more than welcome to remove it and get it out from sharing the ice with the good stuff. We did help ourselves but we were got more interested in my dad's and uncle's stories to drink all that much. We got to hear about their cousin, Buzz. We heard a lot of things over the years about this cousin but never met him. I know he was still alive for at least part of the time that I was a kid. He got a little too wild for most of the family and didn't come around. It was one event that earned him his nickname of Buzz as well as initiated his wildness. Cousin Buzz had been out hunting. He was sitting in a tree stand and not having that much luck. The weather turned bad, a fierce cold front was on its way. It was starting to sleet and there was even some lightning and thunder. Buzz heard the pickup coming to get him and take him back home. He decided it was a good time to piss. With the rifle slung over his shoulder, he stood up on the deer stand and unzipped and started to piss. Pissing off your tree stand is probably why he never had good luck hunting right there. As he was pissing, lightning struck. The guys in the pickup saw the lightning hit the barrel of his gun, run through his body, out of his dick and followed the piss stream all the way to the ground. They watched Buzz give a little shake, almost like a piss shiver, then lean and fall flat on the ground. When his hunting buddies got to Buzz, he was still snapping and cracking. They say he was even buzzing, hence the name. When they rolled him over, they saw what was left of his dick. It had exploded like a hot dog in the microwave. It wasn't bleeding that much, but it was a just a mess of little chunks of meat hanging together. They did take him to the nearest medical facility and Buzz survived but he wasn't going to have much of a sex life after that. Buzz got mean and weird after that. Beyond thinking he was immortal, he had to get creative to enjoy anything sexual. He had nothing to jack, no dick to grab and yank on. He found that if he worked a finger into his asshole, he could make himself cum. While it was a little messy, both his finger and the resulting explosion of cum, it met Buzz's need. Buzz fingered his butt each and every morning as well as several times during the day and had his favorite finger and technique. He built up the best video porn collection in town. When we asked how it worked, our uncle explained that what was left of his dick was still available at the other end. He told us that we could feel the other end of our own dicks. It was supposed to be a bulb that we could only get to by going in through our butt holes. By the time they got to the end of the story, my dad and uncle had enough beer in them to admit that they had tried and succeeded with Buzz's technique. I enjoyed the story but let it pass as we heard a few more stories from them. Some about their cars that they either raced or crashed or both. Some about girls they had known. According to both of them, they fucked every girl they had ever known. Late that evening, when my brother and I had gone into the house, just drunk enough to be staggering, we had planned on going to bed. My brother asked me if I wanted to get a little buzz. That usually meant getting drunk, which we already were, or smoking a little something. It took me awhile to realize what he meant, he wanted to finger butts. Now, playing with each other's butts was not really something new to us but it had been several years since either of us had a yearning to play back there. As little kids, there were all kinds of stuff that got poked into our holes, marbles, pencils, weebles; in fact, I'm not convinced that there is not still a weeble inside of me. I know I had it stuffed up there, but I never felt it come out. We also found out that more water could be run into butt holes than any other hole in the human body. And while we were both jacking at that time, it was not something that we enjoyed together. It wasn't a secret that either of us did it, either. I had walked in on him a few times as he yanked away. And he had caught me jacking many times. Usually, I would just turn around and leave. He would sometimes stay and talk to me as I held my dick in my hand, then eventually leave. Over my lifetime in my home, there was a lot of jacking going on. Five boys, no girls except for our mom, and our dad. The door to our bathroom was rarely closed, even when squatting on the toilet. There was a short period of time when all five of us were still living at home and all were old enough to jack. At least one morning, the little bathroom saw us one by one jack and shoot before we left for the day. As far as old enough to jack; my older brother and I were only about 2 months different in when we first shot. He may have waited a while to try but when I saw him starting and ending each day with rapid arm movements, I started experimenting. Finally, one Saturday morning, as the others were watching cartoons, I stayed on the toilet and yanked and yanked until I felt that feeling of great relief. My older brother and I developed about the same time too. We had about the same about of pubic hair and pit hair as we grew. My next younger brother was a little ahead of us. While I was hitting puberty not long after I hit 12, he hit it not long after he was 11 years old. When he started shooting, it seemed like there was cum all over the place, and it did smell like that in the house. This brother was the athlete of us. He was a whole lot bigger, heavier, and faster. He did have the same color hair as the rest of us but there is still some rumor that he may not be a full brother. He does look like our dad, at least a little, but then he also looks more like our uncle. Even if we don't know, it makes it good to tease him, to this day, about not being full blooded. The brother next in line, who is really my best friend of the bunch, was slow to develop. I actually think our youngest brother hit puberty before he did. He did grow a few wispy pubic hairs at about 13 but it stayed that way until he was 15. He finally grew a full patch of pubes then. The youngest of us is the crazy one. He will do about anything physically challenging. He will do just about anything sexual. He had played with both boys and girls, stuck his dick into each before he was 14. That night, my brother was so interested in the possibility of playing with the other end of his dick that he wasn't about to let up on me. While I didn't act too enthused about it, I was going to give in without too much pressure. The key to it was that I wanted him to get his finger dirty first. It wasn't that I needed to get off first, it was that I didn't want my brother to give me hell about a finger full of shit. It was when he said he would do me first, that I agreed. It didn't take long for my shorts to hit the floor, just a flick to unbutton them and they fall to the floor. And then as soon as I pulled my also hand-me-down underwear down, I had a boner. All 5 and a half inches were pointing out level with the floor. I'm cut, my older brother and youngest brother are not. It had more to do with the hospital we were born at and what could be paid for than it did with religious preference or anything parental that there was a difference in foreskin retention. My older brother's dick always looked like it was going to explode out of his foreskin, even when he was just relaxing. Our youngest brother's dick had a long foreskin. We always figured it was because he was always pulling on it. He definitely had a nozzle on him, and it was pretty effective at making a spray of piss. As my brother was pulling his shorts and underwear off, I was brushing my dick against his butt. That was like the ultimate gross out for us. Even if he was about to stick his finger in my butt and expected me to do the same, touching my dick to his butt was enough to make him jump to avoid it and cuss me, even in a good natured sort of way. Intentionally touching my dick to his butt and getting that type of reaction was incongruent with what happened on a normal day to day operation at the house. The shower in our bathroom never worked. Even after we got the double-wide and it worked then, but we still took baths. My brother and I took baths together from almost the day I was born. When the next brother came along, he usually got his own bath while we still stayed together. It eventually got where I would take a bath with my next to the youngest brother, my older brother with the youngest brother, and the middle brother all to himself. I'm not sure why it worked that way but it was also the way we were close to each other. It also was not all that unusual for all of us to be in the tub at that same time. When that happened, there were body parts rubbing all over the place. There would be dicks rubbing on butts, thighs, bellies, backs, and toes. And fingers roaming all over too. I would always have a boner when we all got in the tub. That situation wasn't so bad at home, I could just jack afterwards and the others never gave me too hard a time about it. It was when we would take a bath somewhere else that trouble happened. My grandma always thought I was having wicked thoughts when we took our bath at her place. When my parents went on "vacation", at least that is what they called it, we stayed at a neighbor's. This was even before the youngest two were born. We shared a tub with the neighbor boy, at least we did the first night. After that, I got to take my own bath. That night after we heard about Cousin Buzz, we didn't really know about lube. That would have been a much nicer night. It would be a few weeks later when we enjoyed a bath that soap became the first lube. It was like we found a sex secret. My brother told me to get on my back and lift my legs. I did feel funny as well as vulnerable in that position and it took several attempts by my brother before I quit letting go of my legs and squirming out. It did burn a little as his finger made its way into my hole. Once he had his entire finger in my hole, the burning quit and a unique feeling started to take over. He moved his finger all over inside of me. It felt good but also a little uncomfortable. It sure wasn't good enough to make me shoot. In fact, we saw that my boner had gone down and I was pretty floppy. I told my brother that he wasn't anywhere close to the inside end of my dick and to move around to it. He twisted his finger around and sure enough he hit the right spot. Oh, there was no doubt about it. He felt it too, he felt the big lump that felt so different than anything else. It took about 3 beats of my heart and my boner returned. A little more finger wiggling and my boner was as hard as it had ever been. My laughing was mixed with my moaning. I couldn't even stay still on the bed. I kept dropping my legs and kicking my brother. We had to change positions. I thought I was going to shoot just as my brother pulled his finger out of my hole. It felt so empty but still burning and yearning. I rolled over and got on my knees. I pointed my butt to the sky and I could feel my hole opening and closing just waiting for it to get filled. I don't think my brother was intentionally teasing me, I think he actually enjoyed having a close up view of my hole and seeing the condition it was in. He finally slipped his finger back in, no problem getting it in with one smooth motion. It took him a little bit to find the right spot. I don't know what took him so long to find it, he never did go to it right away. I never thought it was that complicated back there. When he did find the spot, I almost collapsed right then. My brother giggled at my pleasure and went to work. It was really feeling good. You could have made me do anything in the world right then. I was moving my butt around and it got my balls moving and hitting my legs and the rest of my brother's hand. At one point, my brother stopped and said that I was leaking. It sure wasn't piss and it wasn't cum either. It was the first time I had ever seen precum, and it was good. When my brother started moving his finger again, he slid in another finger. Now both fingers were working. My heart was pounding, I was breathing hard, I was slobbering and my mouth was dry at the same time. It got to feel like I was shooting over and over and over. It got so intense that I got begging my brother to stop for a second. I couldn't let him stop, it was like I had the worst case of blue balls I could imagine. I asked my brother to keep going and it didn't take long before I was begging for another time out. When my brother started up again, he had no intention of stopping again. I asked, I begged, I pleaded, and then just let go and got caught up in it all. I had never yelled, maybe a few grunts and groans when I shot before but I was in the middle of primeval screams when I felt my dick start to shoot out cum, rope after rope. I had never felt anything that intense. I was sure that I squirted out every bit of cum in my body that night. I collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath and unable to move. My brother uncharacteristically lovingly and gently rubbed my back and buns. In his voice was a sense of awe and pleasure. It was like he was actually happy for me. As I lay there, I would get additional twinges going through my body. I couldn't tell if I was shooting any more but it sure did feel good. I would have slept there the rest of the night without moving. My brother got off the bed and I could hear him washing his hand. I could feel a large wet puddle of cum underneath me. I was sure I made a big mess in my bed. At least it was my bed that night. The five of us shared two bedrooms. From night to night, we would move around the beds. Most of the time we stayed in our own beds but sometimes it was easier to just take the nearest empty bed, or accommodate guest. We did have some school friends or neighbors who would sleep over. And there were just some nights that we doubled up, sometimes for warmth, sometimes out of brotherly friendship, and sometimes just because it felt good. My next to the youngest brother would crawl into my bed when he was having a rough time handling the world or just needed to feel me next to him. I had intended on returning the favor to my brother, as soon as I could move. When my brother crawled back into bed with me, I asked him for a little bit of time. I didn't move. I could tell he was starting to jack off next to me. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the morning. I was sleeping on top of the bed, no sheet on top of me. My dick and pubes were stuck to the sheet underneath me and my butt was covered in the dried cum of my brother. It was when my uncle woke me up by saying that I shouldn't keep my butt up in the air like that, he might just have to come fuck my boy pussy. There was enough noise going on in the house that I knew it was time for my parents and uncle to get out to go to work. My legs were still folded underneath me. I did have my morning wood. My butt hole didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. It did feel like the opening had been scraped with some sandpaper. I was standing by the bed when I heard the door close and the adult's cars all leave out together. I was hoping that some sense would enter my head as I stood there. The sex and the beer from the night before had left a hazy cobweb in my brain and it was taking awhile for it to start churning out actual thought. I looked down at my brother sleeping. He was on his back and the sheet just covering his middle. His boner was clearly tenting out the sheet, and one hand was sunk in his underwear. He always slept like that, with one hand in his pants. He really got kidded about it when he fell asleep on a school bus. I didn't bother to put on any clothes, not even my underwear, as I went out to the kitchen. I had to have something to drink, it was like I had swallowed a bag of cotton. It wasn't all that unusual for us to run around the house naked after our parents had gone to work. We didn't take it to the extreme but when you don't really use doors on bedrooms and bathrooms, the short hall to the living room and kitchen didn't matter that much. I walked back to my room, feeling the dried cum on my butt and in my pubes. I saw my brother start to move around. He stretched out, pulled his hand out of his underwear and growled. When he saw me standing at the doorway, he motioned me over to his bed. I sat down and he smiled and said that I had wimped out on him the night before. I apologized and he was really nice about it. He said he could tell that I was gone after I shot. He said his turn was coming, there was no way I was getting out of it. All we had to do was get rid of the younger boys. Before my older brother got completely out of bed, our middle brother was up and running out of the house. He was dressed in red gym shorts and not much more. He was headed to play whatever game he and his friends could get started. We woke up the youngest two, made them put on shirts and gave them a few dollars so they could go to the 7-11 and buy breakfast sandwiches for themselves. We told them to stay at the playground at the other end of the street until we got up to get them. It was a pretty sad excuse for a playground, just some things to climb on and a couple of swings that still worked. It wasn't all that much safer to send out a couple of young boys by themselves as it is now but we all thought they were tough enough to take care of themselves. It wasn't long after we had them out of the house, the youngest still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, that we got after it. While my boner had relaxed a little after I pissed, it was back up and as hard as ever. My brother made me pull his underwear down and off. Then he grabbed me by the butt and got me on my bed. He got in front of me and bent over. It was a little shocking to me when I saw his bright red pucker of a hole staring right at me. I got thinking that in all my 13 years, I had never actually seen that hole, especially not that close up. I was just staring at it when I heard my brother tell me to go slow when I pushed in. I got thinking why it hurt so much the night before, I could barely tell where the actual hole was and I didn't think I could ever get my finger in there. Although, I also thought about the size of his turds that he was so proud of. He would make me or one of the other brothers come into the bathroom and make us look at the size, color, or quality of certain turds. It was sort of amazing but also gross, which wasn't all that bad at that age. With his hole staring right at me, he told me that he had tried to do it himself the night before and just couldn't reach, or find, the right spot. He said he finally had to just jack off. I told him thanks for that and patted my butt where his cum had dried. He laughed and said something about it not being the first time. That got me thinking about some things in the past. I thought I had cum one time while asleep, now I was thinking it was him. One morning I thought I found dried ice cream that had spilled and dried on my chest. And one morning when my belly button was wet. I was almost mad enough to get up and leave him hanging with his butt in the air. Then I thought about how good and wicked it felt the night before. His hole felt so strange when I put my finger on it. It was soft and warm but hard and tightly closed under the skin. Then the tip of my finger broke through, it was barely the tip when my brother was telling me to go slow. Any slower and I would have been pulling it out. I pushed my finger in and each time a knuckle would go in, he would tell me to go slow. I was finally in enough that I could wiggle my finger inside of him. I loved how warm and soft it felt, I was also pleased that I didn't stick my finger right it the middle of one of his giant turds. With my finger all the way in his hole, I let it sit still for only a little bit when I went for the good spot. I knew I hit it just from the feel but I was sure when my brother gasped and came almost completely off my bed. I was really enjoying seeing him move around. I felt like I had such power over him and it was all making him feel good. And all it took was one hand, really just one finger. My other hand was attached to my own dick, doing a little stroking. My finger and his body got into a great rhythm. I went looking and feeling for the precum that I was expecting to come out of his dick. I sure wasn't disappointed, I reached out and let the string of clear precum twist around my hand. As I was doing that, my brother begged me for a time out. I knew what he was feeling, so I stopped and pulled out of his hole. I put my head on the bed and looked between his legs to talk to him. His dick and balls and face were all in my line of sight as we discussed just how good it was feeling. When I thought he had enough time, I put my finger right back into him. It didn't take anytime to start rubbing on the spot. It just a few minutes, I felt his hole clamp down hard on my finger, then his whole body tense up, the start to shake. I heard him gasp and felt his cum flow through his dick. He shot about 5 more times before he kicked his legs out and fell on my bed. My finger was still in his hole as the lay motionless. As I tried to pull my finger out, he started to laugh and squirm. He pulled me down to him and we were laying there face to face. The beds were small, we had to get 2 or 3 into each room and still be able to get to the closet. A whole lot of our bodies were touching. I could feel wet cum on my dick. With our faces just inches apart, we seriously compared our experience and just how great it felt. We agreed that it would not be the last time either. In the next few weeks, we made it a regular exercise, mostly during the middle of the day when we could get alone in the house. At least twice during those weeks, we both got so horny that we went out to where we normally shot jack rabbits and stripped down behind some bushes and helped each other out. Before the year was out, I passed on the experience to my next to the youngest brother, and my older brother taught our youngest. While they couldn't cum, they still seemed to enjoy it. It did take three fingers from my younger brother to do me any good. We mostly kept this secret but there was a school trip that it was almost exposed to almost everyone. Our school was about as poor as we were and that meant our hotel during the trip was the other school's gym floor. All the boys slept in the boys gym. It was still early in the morning, the lights were still out. I got woken up when one of the other boys stepped on me and then my brother on his way to the bathroom. I really think he was on his way to jack off before everybody else woke up. That boy woke up a few more and they started running back and forth to the bathroom. My brother rolled over next to me. He worked his hand into my sleeping bag, really just a couple of folded old blankets. I spread my legs, pulled down my underwear, and knew where he was going. That morning I was either going to have to go jack or let him get me off, this seemed like a whole lot easier and enjoyable way. Well, he was well on his way to making me cum when the teachers thought it was time to get up. The lights in the gym slowly started to come to life. Some boys were crawling out of there bags, I could see several boners poking out the front of their underwear or jeans. Some were cool and stayed bent over so they could hide their boners but I swear that every boy in the room had a boner that morning. I really couldn't move. When they yelled at me to get up and to wake up my brother, I said I was on my way. The biggest asshole of our entire class spoke up and announced that the reason I didn't get up was that I had a boner. That got people giggling and the teacher saying that it didn't matter, that I had to get up anyway. I promised that as soon as I got my brother out, I meant up, I would get up and going. He started laughing and started really fingering my spot hard and fast. I coated the inside of sleeping bag with cum. A few seconds later, I was pulling up my underwear and getting up. Thankfully, the teachers made us all take showers before going out that morning. While it was that split second when lightning hit Cousin Buzz determined the rest of his life, it was hearing his story that set the course of my sexual being. It was little and big things like that which I can look back on and realize how they steered me to where I am, or where I'm heading. Good? Bad? Boring? Interesting? Sick? Want more? Please let me know what you think SBC_tek@hotmail.com