Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2007 21:05:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Cover yer Teeth Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 3 My big brother crawled backwards on his hands and knees until he was sure he couldn't be seen over the edge of the landing, then pushed his torso backwards over his feet and fell against the wall next to the hallway entrance. Brad and I weren't sure what he was up to, but we slowly backed away from the edge ourselves so that we could find out. Shane was all worked up in a frenzy and was hurriedly unfastening his jeans. When we crawled over next to him, he said, "I'm so freaking horny! If I don't blow a load, right now, I'm gonna burst!" Just then, he thrust his thumbs under his waistband and shoved his jeans all the way down around his ankles. He wasn't lying. His prick looked like it was on fire. The parts that were normally more flesh-colored than reddish-purple were now bright red and, needless to say, it was hard as steel. "You're gonna jack-off, right here?!?!?" I exclaimed, about as loud as one can while still whispering. "Are you cracked? What if someone . . . what if DAD comes up those stairs?" "Then, he'll see me yankin' my crank," Shane said frankly before spitting into his hand and lubing up his quivering rod. He sighed and sunk deeper against the wall as he began stroking in a rhythm that wasn't very fast, but was not slow either. "It's not like he's never walked-up on me jerkin' it before. Besides, one or more of us catch him doing it around here almost once a day! What makes you think he'd freak out this time?" "Cuz we're supposed to be in bed!" Brad hissed at him through gritted teeth. "Dad doesn't care when we go to bed," Shane retorted, beginning to breathe heavily with his eyes now fixed on the task in his hand. "He just didn't want us to mess up his party. We didn't." His left hand moved from where it had been holding the tail of his shirt up down to fondle and squeeze his nuts. "Now, shut up! Both of ya'. Either let me jack-off in peace, or get lost!" Those moments were few and far between, but my big brother, Shane, could really make a good point when he wanted. I would be lying if I tried to say that everything I had seen that night hadn't kept me all boned up. And although it was kind of frightening, the idea of rubbing one out while sitting just out of sight in basically the same room with a couple dozen butt-naked adults, both casually indulging in and basking in the after-glow of all sorts of hedonistic sexual escapades did make my dick twitch. For the myriad reasons I could think of not to join Shane, the most persistent opponent to them was pressing firmly against my zipper refusing to be ignored. I glanced at Brad who was looking back at me with inquisitive eyes for an inkling of how to react then turned my head to look back at Shane's hand which was now flying up and down over his stiffy. "Screw it," I said as I hastily ripped open my fly and let my hard-on jump out. I rose up onto my haunches, pushed my pants and undies over my knees and let them fall around my ankles. I lowered myself backward against the wall that met the one Shane was propped up against at a corner. My bare butt-cheeks sank into the plush carpet and I stretched my feet out until they touched his. Shane was already well on his way to developing into a hormonal teenager so his cock was a might more impressive than mine at that time. It was a bit larger but the most noticeable difference was all the hair he had sprouted on his ball-sack. Peach fuzz, notwithstanding, my unit was every bit as plumped and raring to go as his had been. I spit into the palm of my hand, rubbed it all over my throbbing length and then skipped right over the work-up into a fierce wanking rhythm that rivaled Shane's. We sat there, legs splayed, going back and forth between watching ourselves masturbate and watching each other while Brad fell into his customary role as "lookout" with his eyes watching intently for anyone who might come walking up the stairs. This was so much hotter than any of the other times we had whipped it out together. Not only could we still hear the fucky-fucky noises from the porn on the living room big screen, as well as the random sounds of the few hardcore party guests that were still going at it, but we had also just watched a few hours of real-life porn the likes of which few people will ever experience in their whole lives, let alone in their "tween" years! The room was still warm from the sexual geotherm and that ever-present smell still hung in the air. Added to it now were the aroma of sweat from our own young packages that had been ground into the carpet for over an hour and the stench of saliva rubbed into skin. His vigorous pumping actions slowed to a gentle stroking of his dick that served to prelude the fact that Shane had something to say. "Hey, I've got an idea. Do you wanna see what it was like for Dad?" "Huh?" I had been pounding my meat so hard I barely noticed that he had said anything. "You know, when him and that other guy both had their dicks in that lady." My big brother had a weird look on his face like he was about to dive head-first into a huge ice cream sundae. "I think I know a way we could try it out. See what it feels like. Here, get up on your knees." I was so horned up by this point that I probably would have taken a header over the railing if someone told me that it might make my cock feel good. I stopped whacking long enough to lift myself up onto my knees and wriggle forward until Shane and I were face to face. I couldn't help but look down at both of our hot rods dangling head-to-head as I asked, "Now, what?" "Like this." Shane reached down to hold his prick straight up in his right hand and set his left hand flat under the end of my dick and lifted it up until it was pressing against my belly. He scooted even closer, as if we were about to hug, then he lowered the tip of my dick against his and cupped his hands around them both. "Now you wrap your hands around them too, wherever they'll fit. Our hands will be like the pussy." Brad no longer cared about the stairs. His eyebrows were raised to the point of making his forehead disappear and his right hand had disappeared down the front of his pants. I reached below Shane's hands and tried my best to make a ring around both our shafts with my fingers. With all twenty of our little fingers pressing away, our developing members pressed into each other in all the most sensitive places. When Shane began to move his hips and thrust into our makeshift fuckhole, I instantly decided that my idiot older brother was in fact a genius. I was no different than any other horny little boy and, as I'm sure you know, horny little boys will rub their dicks against anything they can find. I had grown to be quite the masturbating champ, but I had never felt anything that even remotely compared to the thrill of this moment. The more we humped against each others pricks, the harder they got. The harder they got the harder we squeezed. To keep them out of the way, we both had our shirts gathered up under our armpits. Frotting each other felt so good that we pressed harder and harder into it so that soon our hips and tummies were rubbing together as well. I could feel Shane's hot breath in my face and he mine. We leaned our foreheads together to stop some of the awkwardness of both our heads flailing about. The feeling of our hot flesh pressing together was so intoxicating that everything else seemed to fall away. It took me a moment to snap out of it when I heard Brad's voice say, "What's it feel like? My turn. I wanna try!!!" We pulled away from each other to see Brad kneeling next to us, already de-pantsed, cock-in-hand. Shane put this hand behind Brad's shoulder and pulled him in closer saying, "Maybe the three of us can get it going at the same time." Brad stretched to try and get his woody up even with ours and we all put our cocks together. Shane reached down and wrapped his hands around as much of them as he could get before further instructing, "Now Brad, you fix your hands like mine over that bit that I can't reach and, Cade, you make the top part." With all of our hands in place, we humped and bumped and tried to make it work but our arrangement was clumsy and there were too many hands in the mix. We soon gave up. "This isn't working," Shane snarled, pulling away. "Here, this is what it's like, Brad" He positioned himself in front of our baby brother and managed to get the both of their dicks swallowed up by just his two hands. They pumped away for a few thrusts before Brad got his giggle-box turned over. "Hee! That feels funny. Hehe." "Shh! Quiet, Fartknocker," I threatened in a hushed tone before I thumped Brad square in the forehead. "Ouch! You didn't have to thump me, Butthole!" Brad seethed. "Let us do it, Brad. Cade and I know how to do it right," Shane said to avert a temper tantrum. I moved over against the wall, where I had been previously seated, so that Shane could kneel in front of me and we could really go at it without chance of being seen from the party guests below. He moved over to meet me and Brad sat on his feet where Shane had been sitting and jerking off earlier. Shane had enough screwing around. I could tell he wanted . . . needed to nutt and nutt hard. In a flash, he was pressed up against me again and he had both of our hands in place. He rest his forehead against mine and started humping away. It wasn't long at all before that unbelievable frottage sensation had a hold of both of us. The better it felt, the harder we thrust. The harder our dicks thrust between our fingers the more we squeezed. Pretty soon our hips were grinding into each other and our whole bodies were pressed together. Having our foreheads together kept us too far apart so we let them slide past to where our shoulders met. Our necks became entwined and, as our hands were occupied, we pressed the back of our heads together for leverage to pull into one another. Our hearts raced and our skin was on fire. Each thrust sent a tingling sensation that danced over my dick and sent a shock through the rest of my body. At times I thought I might pass out. It became harder to breathe and, the more we got into it, I began to miss inhalations entirely causing me to gasp for air. I didn't know how much longer I could keep it up, but I didn't have to wait to find out. Something suddenly went through Shane like a lightening bolt. He rared back and pushed me up against the wall. I rolled back over my feet so that my toes were pointed into the floor and the soles were flat against the baseboard. I sort of sat on my heels with my back against the wall as Shane took giant strides, still on his knees, to squeeze up in close to me and straddle my left thigh. Our cocks were so stiff, if they had been balloons they would surely have popped. He laid his against mine again and wrapped both of his fists around them, one on top of the other. His head fell back as he started pounding away like crazy. I was done. My toes curled and my fingers snaked into the hair on my head as a dry orgasm electrified my whole body. Shane was far too caught up in his own pleasure to notice. It was right then that his payoff came as well. He started snorting and huffing as his grip on our dicks clamped down like a bear trap. In the throws of orgasm, my cock was super sensitive and how I kept from squealing from that twinge, I'll never know. He was too consumed by now to even manage complete strokes. Shane just held his fists in place, squeezed and pumped downward on the two fleshy sausages in his hand. I snapped back to reality when his hands stopped moving. My dick was pressed into his so hard I could feel his load course up through his prick before it came spurting out the tip to hit our bellies. Either it was all the over-stimulation that we had shared that night or Shane was really growing up fast, but spurt after little spurt leaped forth and coated both of our cocks and his hands in goo. We sat there like that for a moment covered in my big brother's sticky cum, trying to catch our breath before either of us dared move. He was the first. Tired and spent, Shane released his iron grip on our softening cocks so he could lean back and sit on his heels. "Oh, man! That was trippy. No wonder Dad likes that. I'd bet it's ten times better when they're deep inside a warm, wet hole and you don't have to use your hands." Then he realized that his hands were covered in jizz so he raised the right one to his lips and began to lick his own cum off of his fingers. "Ew, Sick!" Brad had long since gotten off and now he was sitting on the carpet with his soft wiener in his hand and a disgusted look on his face. "That's boner juice. Are you really eating that?!?!?" "Yeah," Shane said between lapping at his cum-covered fingers. "I don't always have something handy to clean up with afterwards so I just got in the habit of doing it this way." I was sitting there in a sort of delirious haze, completely relying on the wall to hold me up. As I slowly regained control of my senses, I saw what Shane was doing and then noticed the glob of his cum splashed all over the softening prick that was dangling between my knees. Curious to see what it was like, I reached down and wrapped the thumb and forefinger on my right hand around the base of my waning stiffy and slid my hand up the shaft, scooping up that whole juicy mess. I raised my hand to my mouth and sucked it all down. I didn't like the smell of it. It tasted warm and salty going down. I didn't much care for the taste either, but at least now I knew. "See, it's not so bad," Shane fired his retort at Brad while pointing at me with one freshly clean hand and holding the other, still sticky, one to his mouth. "Cade ate it and it wasn't even his own cum!" "You guys are gross." That had put the final point on it as far as Brad was concerned. He yanked his pants up, fastened them and then crawled back over to the edge of the landing to see if the party was still going on. Having almost fully come down from my horny haze, I figured Brad had the right idea about something at least. As I did up my jeans, I said to Shane, "That was cool." "Yeah, it was," he replied. "I wouldn't have thought that you could make jacking-off any better, but I'd have to say we sure did. You're gonna have to hurry and grow up, Small Fry, so we can both blow big loads that way!" A shit-eating grin stretched across his face as he balled up his still semi-moist right hand into a fist and playfully punched my shoulder, slightly knocking me against the wall. "I know. I can't wait!" I couldn't wait to see what had happened to Dad's party either. Once my fly was zipped, I scurried across the floor to rejoin Brad in surveillance of the living room. The crowd had dwindled down to about ten people plus Dad. Some of the partiers were still naked and laying around on our couches, talking and occasionally making out. One woman and three other guys had their clothes back on and it looked like they were saying their goodbyes. Dad was milling about, shaking guys' hands as they all thanked him for the good time. As he walked around the room the remaining ladies would reach out and give that big, swinging floppy dick flapping around almost between his knees a tug. One even grabbed him by the cock and pulled until he nearly fell into her and the guy she had been making out with. He leaned in for a kiss while that other guy just sat there and watched, all three of them naked as the day they were born. Soon everyone was on their way out. Dad made a quick lap around the living room picking up all the used rubbers and throwing them in a waste basket. He wasn't making a grand effort to clean up. Presumably he just wanted to take care of the few things that would have been utterly disgusting to have to wake up to in the morning. The last of the stragglers ran back in to offer their thanks as well and the last girl out kissed him deeply stroking his cock back to a complete hard-on, nearly. Now that the show was over and he no longer had backed-up jizz clouding his judgment, Shane regained some sense of practicality. "You know, we'd probably ought to get cleaned up and ready for bed. That is, really, the one thing Dad asked us to do and that was hours ago." None of us wanted to run the risk of perturbing Dad after he'd had such an awesome night so the three of us made our way down the hall, stripped in our respective rooms and headed into Dad's bathroom to use his shower. It was big enough to fit four men Dad's size at a time so the three of us could take one shower together and save time. Not long after we got the water temperature adjusted and began to lather up, Dad came wandering in still in his birthday suit and semi-erect from that last lady's goodnight kiss. He sat down on the can and took a big swig from his freshly opened bottle of beer. "I thought I sent you boys to bed a long time ago," he calmly stated after making that gasp of refreshment that follows when ice cold beer slides down your throat just the way it should. "We got busy teaching ourselves a new game!" Shane proudly proclaimed with a smile as he rubbed a handful of soap suds around in the crack of his ass. "Is that so?" Dad grinned as though his mind was filling with all sorts of crazy scenarios that could explain Shane's cryptic account of how we had spent the past few hours. "Well, I hope it was a fun game at least." Shane was such a smart-ass. He delighted in the idea that he might be getting away with something. "Oh, it was." I looked over at him to see him grinning from ear to ear. It was also hard to miss the fact that his prick was standing at attention, waving at his chin and all the rest of us. I couldn't help but replay in my mind what it had felt like to thrust our pieces together until we both had those tremendously satisfying orgasms. Pretty soon I was hard as rock, too. Brad finished up first and bounded out of Dad's shower to dry off, followed by Shane. I cut the water off and was behind them soon enough. "G'night, Dad." Brad said sweetly as he leaned in to give our father one last hug of the day. "Good night, boys," he replied, petting the back of Brad's head. "No more games. Go crawl in bed, now." Brad took off, headed for his room. Shane said, "Okay. G'night, Dad." He leaned in for his hug, too, and as his arms wrapped around Dad's neck his stiff little prick head bumped into Dad's massive semi and pushed it off to one side. I think I saw Dad's schlong twitch. By the time I was done drying off, Shane was out the door, as well, and Dad took another swig from his beer. I asked, "You gonna shower, too, Dad?" "Nah, Cade. I'm awful tired. I think I'll leave my shower for the morning." "Alright. G'night, Dad." When I went to lean in for my goodnight hug, I could smell that familiar smell. The one that I remember thinking would gross me out if it had been any stronger. On Dad, it WAS strong! My father positively reeked of sweat, scrotum, saliva, cock, cunt, cum and ass. And even though the smell was pretty overwhelming, for some reason I didn't find it as objectionable as I would have thought. I wrapped my arms around my Daddy's thick neck and gave him a huge hug. Unavoidably my stiff prick also bumped into Dad's seemingly bigger-than-before semi and slipped underneath it so that the massive weight of his not-totally-hard fuck-stick was pressing down on my peter. This time, I know Dad's schlong twitched. I felt it. Twice.