Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 10:46:53 -0800 (PST) From: Sven Svensson Subject: DRIVING HOME FROM GRANDMA'S Driving Home from Grandma's This is a story about an older brother and his twin younger brothers discovering each other. If that's not your cup of tea, go read something else, but always remember – fantasy can be better than real life and often is. They were driving home from grandma's house, where they had been stuffed to the gills with the huge amount of food that she produced whenever her grandsons were coming to visit. The boys privately thought that she was cooking for an entire battalion of soldiers, the way the table groaned, but grandma was old school, cooked everything from scratch, and knew that the boys would like everything that she provided. Matt, who was seventeen, was up front at the steering wheel of the family's four-by-four, with his little brothers, Jake and Jimmy, in back. The two J's, as they were known by everyone who knew them, were eleven-year-old twins, identical as peas in a pod. Where Matt was blond, the twins had red hair, because they had different daddies. Matt's dad had squirted seed to create his firstborn son when he was seventeen years old, and Matt's mom was a cheerleader. They never did get married, and when Matt was five, his mom took up with Jake and Jimmy's daddy, who was passing through town as part of a circus. He was from Ukraine, muscled beyond muscles as one of the world's best circus acrobats, and the boys' mom went crazy for him. The red-headed mountain of strength was back in Kiev by the time the twins were born, though. A couple of months after they were born, their mom called up Matt's daddy and said that enough was enough. She was moving to the coast to become an actress, and the boys were his for the taking. Matt was six, and the twins were still infants, but Mike Horner took them in. He was in law school, which took up a lot of his time, but his mother was entirely prepared to take care of and help to raise her grandchildren even if privately she did not approve of the fact that the slut, as she always called the former cheerleader, had fucked around so much. While Mike was in law school and for two years after that, when the law firm which recruited him and offered him a dizzying amount of money, six-figure signing bonus included, expected him to work 600 hours a week, grandma took good care of the boys, who grew up smart and active and strong. Matt was excited when the twins were old enough to play ball, climb trees and do all of the other things that hearty young American boys do. The three brothers were inseparable. Matt carried Jimmy home on his arms when Jimmy fell off a jungle gym and sprained his leg, Jake tailing behind scared out of his wits that his brother was hurt bad. The older brother always let the younger brothers beat him at video games until he discovered that Jake and Jimmy were developing the seven hands that were needed to push all of those buttons and move those levers and were good enough to beat him hands down without Matt needing to hold back. This evening Matt was in a foul mood. His girlfriend Amber had texted him that afternoon to tell him that she was taking up with the captain of the football team. Matt himself played on the team as a wide receiver, but apparently that was not enough for the little cunt. He knew that Chris Underwood, the quarterback, was a true god, close-cropped dark hair and brooding eyes, with a 17-year-old body honed to perfection because of the many hours that he spent at the gym. That didn't make him better than Matt, though, Matt thought. He thought he looked pretty good in the mirror, what with the floppy blond surfer hair (not that there was a beach for surfing anywhere near the Midwest town in which they lived), his big blue eyes, and what were maybe not Chris Underwood sized muscles, but weren't anything scrawny either. Oh, well. If Amber was a slut, he would find himself a new girlfriend. Matt was a senior in high school and had already been looking for universities where he could study pre-law so that he could be a lawyer like his dad. Mike Horner had used his signing bonus to buy a house for himself and his three boys, half an hour away from grandma's house, on a big lot with a back yard and a tree for a tree house, five bedrooms, three bathrooms – the works. Matt thought that he could use those kinds of big bucks, too, even though if he had completely been given his druthers, he would have pursued a degree in acting. He'd been taking part in school plays since the fifth grade, tolerating the ribbing of his fellow football players with good spirits because he enjoyed being on stage so much. Well, he thought, there was still time to think about it, and even if he went to pre-law, he could find a university that also had a theater department. Maybe as a minor. Matt's thoughts about Amber and school were interrupted by a little squeal from the back seat. He looked in the rear view mirror. He could see Jake sitting there, but he couldn't see Jimmy. He turned to look over the headrest, and what he saw almost made him lose control of the car. Jake had his jeans and underwear pushed down, and Jimmy's head was in his lap, moving up and down a little bit. Jesus on a stick! Jimmy was giving his twin brother a blowjob! "Whatcha you guys doing back there?" Jimmy's head immediately appeared in the rear view mirror. "Nothing." That was the twins' answer to every question of that type. Poking around in the cookie jar? Nothing. Wrestling around to the point of knocking over furniture? Nothing. Reading comic books instead of doing their homework? Nothing. Matt could hear some rustling from the back seat and guessed that Jake was pulling his tighty-whities and jeans back up. "Didn't look like nothing to me," he said, realizing two things at that very moment: First, he was speeding, so he slowed down. Second, his dick was swelling. Fuck! Matt was totally into tits and pussy, but all at once the image of his little brother's dick being boned up ... well, what was that all about? Jake and Jimmy getting horny with each other? Matt suddenly had an image of the both of them naked in bed. Naked and with boners. Naked and doing things with each other. He shook his head to clear the sudden cobwebs and felt his heart thumping in his chest. "Looked to me like you were having some fun," he said. The twins giggled. "What do you think we were doing?" That was Jimmy, who was seventeen minutes older than his brother and took the lead on everything. If medals were awarded for being a smartass, Jimmy would have a closetful of them. "Looked to me like you were sniffing your brother," Matt said and was rewarded by another round of giggles. "He wasn't sniffing, he was ..." There was the sound of a thunk in the ribs and then an oof, followed by a hiss: "Why'd you do that?" "It's OK," Matt said, realizing that yeah, it was actually OK that his brothers knew what to do with their dicks. Matt hadn't figured out how to use his five fingers on his turgid shaft to rub out an orgasm until he was nearly thirteen. He'd been whaling away at himself ever since, particularly on those evenings when prissy girls let him touch their tits through their blouses, but never went any further than that. Matt sometimes ruefully thought that if balls became blue under such circumstances, his were dark, dark blue. There was some furious whispering in the back seat, and then Jimmy said, "We were just messing around, that's all." Matt felt himself dripping sweat, and he could hardly control the vehicle. His cock was trying to stretch out to its maximum seven inches of nail-pounding bone, but the tight jockstrap that he was wearing was saying no, take me off first and then you get to the prize. "You guys think the car is the right place to mess around?" "Why not?" Jimmy wanted to know. "It's boring just sitting here." And then Jake's voice: "I like it." "Well, maybe that's the kind of thing you oughta be doing in private," Matt said. "You don't want others looking at you when you do it, right?" "It would be OK if you looked," Jimmy said. "But you probably don't wanna." Matt realized that he did wanna. He wannaed more than he had wannaed anything before. "Well, why don't you guys wait until we get home at least," he said. "If you want, I'll watch you then." This elicited another round of giggles, and then, from Jimmy: "You could mess around with us, Matt!" "We'll see," Matt said, thinking to himself that he was turning into a faggot right then and there, his rocks boiling volcanically at the thought of his two little brothers putting their dicks in each other's mouths. Matt had seen snippets of gay porn on the Internet, never meaning to and never looking, but he had at least seen what it looked like for one dude to suck another dude. He had never thought about doing it himself, but now... Matt looked in the rear view mirror again, and once again there was Jake, his head thrown back on the seat, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open, with no Jimmy to be seen. "Dammit, guys! I told you this wasn't the place!" But Jimmy moaned, "But it feels so good, Matt!" It was almost a whine of the "But I don't wanna go to bed yet!", but this time it was different, the little red-headed boy's voice a little bit ragged. Matt could hear soft slurping sounds. Oh, fuck! "Do I have to stop the car?" He realized that he was sounding like his dad when Mike got irritated at the horseplay in the back of the car. He bet that the two little imps back there had never tried to play with each other's dicks when dad was driving up front, so why were they doing it now that he was at the steering wheel? A gas station was up ahead, closed down for the night, but still well lit. Matt pulled in and killed the ignition. He unclipped his seat belt and turned all the way around in his seat. "Come on, you guys ..." But then there they were. Jake naked from the waist down once again, his smooth little legs visible, and Jimmy busy in his lap. Jimmy was still dressed, but he had one hand inside his jeans, and it was moving more or less rhythmically. Then Jimmy raised his head to look at his older brother, some spit dripping down one corner of his mouth, and there was Jake's little boner, sticking straight up. Jimmy smiled an angelic smile, a gap where his last baby tooth had fallen out, and said, "Can I try it on you?" Jake's eyes flew open. "I wanna, too!" Matt felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, and his brain was almost frying with the thoughts that were racing through it. Jake's got a boner! Jimmy was sucking him! Jimmy wants to suck me! What would it be like to do it to them? Would it be gross? What would happen if they cummed? Though Matt had squirted a load straight into his face the first time that he had jacked off at the age of 13, he knew that younger boys didn't have any cum. Did they have orgasms anyway? And so Matt Horner, who had never once in his seventeen years come anywhere close to touching another guy's dick, opened the door, got out, opened the back door, and got back in, sitting down next to Jimmy, with Jake on the other side of the car. Jake was still sitting there with his pants down around his ankles, but his little dick was soft now, though still glistening with what Matt assumed was Jimmy's spit. To Matt, it was the most perfect little dick he could imagine, and he suddenly wanted Jimmy to be blowing his twin brother again, make him squirm with sexy happiness. But Jimmy had other ideas. "Can we see yours?", he said. "See my what?" Matt was still not sure that he wanted to yank it out, even though his dick felt like it was going to break in half if he didn't. "You know," Jimmy said. "Your wiener!" Matt almost cracked up at that. He hadn't referred to his appendage as a wiener ... well, he couldn't remember the last time that he had done so. But he unzipped his jeans, fished around inside, and came out with his cock, which was throbbing in thanks for finally being released from its mesh prison. "Wow," he heard his little brother gasp beside him. "That's really big!" Jack leaned over his brother's body to get a better look, and Matt saw his three-inch penis go from zero to sixty all by itself without Jake even touching it. Jake was fagging on him! "Can I touch it?" That was Jimmy, and he was looking like a boy who has just seen Santa Claus. He didn't even wait for an answer, and a small hand enclosed around the pulsating shaft of Matt's tool. A thumb touched the swollen cockhead. "What's this?" Jimmy was referring to the liquid that was on his thumb. "Are you peeing?" Matt had to grin. "Nope," he said. "It's called cum. Well, precum actually." "What's that?" This from Jake. "Well," Matt said, "it's what ..." oh, how was he going to explain this? "It's this stuff that older boys have. You guys are too young to have it." Jimmy licked his finger. "It's sort of salty," he reported. Immediately Jake reached over to get some of the oozing precum for himself. "Yeah," he agreed after giving it a taste. He had his little boner between two fingers and was rubbing it rhythmically, his eyes locked on his big brother's erection. Jimmy's hand disappeared from Matt's pecker. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and one quick movement later, he was just as waist-down naked as his twin was, and his little boner slapped up against his hairless stomach when it was released from the tighty-whities. Matt didn't dare touch his own cock. He had never been as horny as he was right then and there, even though he had whacked out a load in the shower that morning, thinking about Amber but not yet realizing that she was about to dump his ass. "Show me what you guys were doing." On the one hand, seeing the two perfectly identical boys sitting next to each other, pants down, boners out, was something Matt realized he could happily look at for a good long while, but on the other hand ... Jimmy bent at the waist and put his head back in Jake's lap. A suckling sound could be heard, and Jake sighed happily. His eyes were closed again, but he was smiling. Matt didn't even think about it. He also bent at the waist, and then Jimmy's little boner was an inch away from his nose. He smelled soap, but also something of the muskiness of a boy in heat. Matt opened his mouth, and then Jimmy's dong was on his tongue. It didn't taste of anything, but Matt thought that it got a little bit bigger. Maybe that was just his imagination, but as he closed his lips around the little pinky finger sized object in his mouth, he was rewarded by a gasp from the boy whose dick was the first one that he had ever had in his mouth. It was a happy gasp. Matt could feel precum streaming out of his swollen cockhead and onto his muscular thigh. He knew that a blowjob involved moving your head up and down, but Jimmy's erection was so small that there was no point in that. Instead he began to gently suck on the throbbing little member in his mouth, and immediately Jimmy's breath began to get more ragged as he continued to slurp on his twin's equally erect and horny little boy penis. Matt took Jimmy's balls in the palm of his hand. It was like two small marbles in a silken bag. For a couple of minutes nothing happened other than Matt blowing Jimmy and Jimmy blowing Jake, but then Jake began to breathe more and more heavily, and a few little squeaks escaped his mouth. "It's happening," the eleven-year-old breathed. "It's happening, Jimmy!" Matt peeked up to see his little brother's whole body tense up for the blast that was obviously streaming through his sexy little frame. Jimmy was still slurping away to beat the band as his twin's balls desperately tried to find something to ejaculate into his mouth, but couldn't. A few seconds later, Jimmy raised his head, looked over his shoulder at Matt and moaned, "Me, too!" The little boner inside Matt's mouth swelled up and began to bounce around like a Mexican jumping bean. Matt could hear his little brother gasping happily as his body blasted into pieces, or so it seemed. When Jimmy could breathe again, he looked at Matt with his big, green eyes and said, "Can I try it on you?" Jake began bouncing up and down on the seat. "Me, too," he exclaimed. "Me, too!" Matt saw the boy's penis bouncing up and down with the rest of his body and suddenly wanted nothing more than to get his big teen dick fellated by these two little rapscallions. "Get in the middle," Jimmy ordered, and there was a little bit of a scramble, not made easier by the fact that the three brothers all had their pants down around their ankles. Matt didn't even remember pulling his down, but there it was. When they were settled, two little hands immediately began to explore the area between Matt's legs. He had his brothers' fingers on his low-hanging balls, there were fingers tracing through his blond pubic hair, and there were hands all over his cock, which felt better than it had ever felt before. And then he felt it. A warm mouth enclosed over his swollen cockhead, and a tongue began to lap at it. Matt almost lost it right there, it felt so good. He had never been naked (well, semi-naked) and with a boner in anybody else's presence before. Amber would never allow it, saying that she wanted to be married first, and so he suffered boner-in-jockstrap more often than he cared to remember. Back in the day he'd played strip poker with some of his buddies up in the tree house in the yard, but nobody got a boner there. That would not have been cool. But if Matt was going to get his first blowjob, he was glad that it was in the family. Jimmy did his best with the big tool that was in his mouth. Needless to say, no more than a couple of inches fit into his slurping orifice, but to Matt it was just as good as if his little brother's nose had been in his pubes and his cock had been jammed down the kid's throat. He could feel saliva from Jimmy's mouth dripping down the sides of his erection. On his other side, Jake was watching eagerly. He had a boner again and was two-finger masturbating it as he had before. "Lemme try!" Jimmy raised his head to look at his brother. "Let's take turns, OK?" It was as if they were talking about a video game. "I wanna do it now!" Jimmy sat back up, and Matt could feel a cool breeze on the cock that had just been sheathed in his little brother's mouth. Just for a second, though, because one moment later there it was again – a hot tongue, a pair of hot lips, a lot of spit. Now it was Jimmy who was spanking the monkey and Jake who was doing the sucking. Not for long, though. Suddenly he bent over again, and Matt felt a tongue snake onto his balls and begin flicking lightly over them. It was like butterfly wings, and Matt could hardly contain himself, he felt so sexy and totally on fire. For the next five minutes, the two little ginger twins took turns suckling on Matt's big cockhead and licking his engorged balls. Matt could see that the two little horndogs had their hands between their legs the whole time, manipulating fiercely erect boners to make themselves feel like the sexiest little horndogs in the world. It was Jake who was on cocksucking duty when Matt knew that he couldn't hold out any longer. He had to have an orgasm, and it was going to rock his world like nothing had ever rocked it before. He gently raised Jake's head from his lap and said, "I'm gonna cum now, dudes. You wanna see how it happens?" The two twins nodded eagerly and locked their eyes on Matt's dong, which seemed huge to them. It didn't take more than about thirty seconds for Matt's body to catch fire as he massaged his fat cock in one fist and hefted his weighty balls in the other. And then there it was. The orgasm began somewhere down in his gym shoes, but it raced up to his cock and balls faster than Michael Schumacher on the Formula One track, and then he was gasping, he was groaning, his fist was moving at piston hammer speed, and then Matt Horner gave a roar and let go what seemed to be about four quarts of cum. The first couple of splats slathered his face (he couldn't remember the last time that had happened when he'd been jacking off in bed), and he got his T-shirt into a huge mess. He could tell by the whimpering alongside him that his little brothers were masturbating themselves to their second dry orgasms of the past twenty minutes. Matt thought that his heart was going to explode straight out of his chest, and he never wanted the orgasm to end. Just another hour or two or three. But of course it ended. And then he heard Jimmy on his right say, "Can I taste it?" and Jake on his left say "Me, too," as Jake always did when Jimmy wanted to do something that Jake wanted to do, too. A finger stroked across his dripping chin and was licked. A finger stroked across his scuzzy T-shirt and was licked. A few minutes later, Matt's T-shirt was damp, but with no telltale spooge spots on it, and his face was completely clean. When that was done, Matt put a muscular arm around Jimmy's shoulders and a muscular arm around Jake's shoulders, and drew them in close. "I never knew you guys knew how to do that," he said. "I hope we can do it again sometime." And they did. A couple of hours later, after the twins were long since supposed to be in bed and asleep, they crept into Matt's bedroom, and it all started over again. Only this time the ejaculation went straight into two open and eager mouths as their owners masturbated themselves to the orgasms which only young boys in the know can have.