Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2017 11:59:14 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: Truth and Dare"

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*****

The whole thing had worked out pretty well. Steve's hometown was a few
hours down the interstate from mine, so it just made sense to get a ride
with him down there and then back again in January when he headed back
up. We'd gotten to be real good buds over the past couple years, so it was
fun to take a road trip with him, talking and laughing most of the four
hours it took to get to the `Burg. My parents had made up the spare room
for him so he could break up the trip, and then they'd headed out to Dad's
work Christmas party.

"You boys have a good time," he said to us as he slipped on his dinner
jacket. Then he gave me a stern look. "Do not let your little brother get
drunk, or I'll have your ass, Jordan."

"Yeah yeah, Dad," I said, blushing, hoping Steve hadn't overheard that. Him
and Mikey were in the kitchen shooting the shit. Mikey was just home from
his first semester at college, which had kind of snuck up on me - I still
tended to think of him as my bratty kid brother, not 18 and getting to be a
man in his own right. But we'd gotten along pretty well back at
Thanksgiving, and I guess it wasn't going to be too painful spending these
next couple weeks around him, until we both headed back to our campuses.

I was still a little put out despite myself, though, when Steve asked him
if he wanted to hang out with us. I don't know, me and my bud were just
gonna sink a couple beers, maybe have a liquor drink or two, possibly pass
a joint back and forth. Chill in the hot tub on the back deck, shoot the
shit, maybe play some Madden or something. Having Mikey there seemed kind
of like I might have to watch myself, even if I was legal to drink and all
that. But he stopped me as we were about to head out to the deck, where
Steve was already slipping into the hot tub in a pair of board shorts he'd
borrowed from me.

"Hey, Jordy," Mikey said, his hand on my elbow as I headed for the door to
the deck. "Don't worry, you guys can chill. I'm not gonna say anything to
Mom and Dad if you guys wanna relax. So long as you don't say anything if I
have a beer, yeah?"

I gave him a look, then I realized yeah, he was 18, and if he was anything
like me, him and his buddies had already well and truly experienced
drinking and all that stuff. If not in school, then definitely at
college. I think we'd outgrown the whole "I'm telling Mom!" phase of being
brothers. Maybe this could be cool after all. I just had to get over myself
a little bit.

Things were definitely chill, the three of us just talking like a bunch of
bros, enjoying the hot bubbling water on the cold evening. I got a little
wary, though, when Steve fished around in the front pocket of his hoodie,
lying there on the deck, and pulled out a joint.

"We're cool, right Mike?" he said, and I could see the pleased smile on my
kid brother's face, not being called `Mikey' by the big college senior. He
nodded, and they both looked to me. I thought about it a minute, but a
smoke really did sound good, here in the hot tub, a beer in my hand, even
if my kid bro - not your kid bro any more, Jords, my brain said - was right
there. I guess if I wanted him to prove he could be a trustworthy bro, not
a kid brother, I had to show a little trust in him too. So I shrugged,
nodded, and Steve grinned and sparked the J up.

I don't know how we got to it, and I guess I'd kinda forgotten how Steve
could be with a drink and a little puff under his belt - a lot of fun, a
hell of a lot of fun, to be honest, but maybe not exactly the kind of fun I
wanted my little bro to see. Steve was a big, friendly, easygoing kind of
dude, the kind of guy who can get you talking about yourself, really get
you to loosen up and get on his level. I guess the word I wanted was
magnetism - he had it in spades, for sure. Mikey was vibing to that, and
that was cool and all - he was turning out to be a pretty fun kid, with a
beer in him and a lungful of weed smoke - but when Steve suggested a round
of Truth or Dare, I felt my back go up a little bit. I'd played a few
rounds of that with Steve at parties and stuff back at school, and you know
how Truth or Dare goes - sometimes things can get a little out of hand. But
Mikey was into it, and I guess that put me in the minority. I didn't want
to be a killjoy, or look uncool in front of my bud, so I kind of sat back
and let it happen, but my guard was still up.

We'd been shooting the shit about college, and girls, Steve telling a few
of his many stories, Mikey listening raptly, so I guess I shouldn't have
been surprised when the game turned to sexual stuff. We went back and forth
on that with the Truths - have you ever been with two girls, have you ever
eaten a girl out, that kind of shit. I was actually getting into the game,
and it was kind of a kick to see the sort of awed look on Mikey's face when
I admitted some of the things I'd gotten up to at school, the past few
years. And then I guess the other shoe dropped when Mikey took the next
Truth from Steve.

"You ever kissed a dude before?" Steve said, and alarm bells started going
off in my head.

"Uh... what... I mean... uh," Mikey stammered, blushing hard.

"Nothin' wrong with it, bud," Steve said with an easy grin, looking at
me. "Your bro here has."

"Dude, fuck," I started to say, as Mikey stared at me. Shit.

"Ah c'mon, we're all bros here, Jords," Steve said easily, then looked back
to Mikey. "He's pretty good at it, if you wanna know the truth."

"Fuck, Steve, c'mon man..." I protested. I mean, on one level, sure, that
was kind of a compliment. Steve was a damn good kisser himself. We'd done
it on a dare at some dumb party last year, trying to put the make on a
couple of girls, and it had been better than OK. Good enough that when we
headed back to the dorms - without the girls - and he nodded his head at
his dorm room door, inviting me to come hang with that easy, buzzed grin of
his, I hadn't declined. Didn't decline the joint he offered me, didn't
decline his lips on mine, didn't decline his tongue sliding inside my mouth
as we sat on his single bed. Welcomed them, in fact, like I welcomed him
tugging at my sweatshirt, getting it off me. Like I welcomed the sight, and
the feel, of his big, chunky muscles as we stretched out on his crowded
little bed and feasted on each other's tongues, tugging at the buttons on
each other's jeans to unleash the hardons we were both sporting. I'd headed
back to my own room at 4am, the taste of cum thick in my mouth, and rubbed
another load out replaying in my head the previous couple hours of fooling
around.

"Holy shit," Mikey said now, that awed tone in his voice. He looked to me,
then back to Steve, then back to me again, a grin stretching on his
face. "You two...?"

"You gotta answer my question if you want me to answer yours, bro," Steve
said, that easy charm of his in full effect. Mikey blushed a little bit,
looked away from me, and muttered a soft "Yeah."

"Alright, bro," Steve grinned, putting his hand up for a high-five while my
brain tried to process the idea of my kid bro making out with one of his
buddies, and I tried to ignore the little tingle that sent along my
cock. They slapped hands, and then he said, "And to answer your question,
yeah - your bro and me have had some fun. Right, Jords?"

I blushed hard and nodded, and took a long pull on my bottle of
beer. Fucking hell.

"So you get a turn now, bro," Steve said to Mikey, who grinned real big,
and offered Steve the choice. Steve took the Dare, and I groaned inside,
wondering just where the fuck this could go.

"I dare you to..." Mikey said, thinking about it for a second, getting a
wicked grin. "Show me. How you kiss a dude."

Steve looked at me, the question on his stupid handsome face, and I held up
my hands.

"Uh-uh," I said, shaking my head. "No fuckin' way, bro."

"Well that's too bad," Steve said easily, grinning that sexy damn grin of
his, turning to Mikey. "Guess I gotta show you directly then, huh Mike?"

"Uh... jeez, I mean..." Mikey stammered, starting to blush, but Steve was
already sliding his thick arm along the side of the hot tub, behind Mikey's
neck, turning the full force of that grin of his on the kid.

"Like I said, we're all bros here, Mike," Steve said, and before me or my
little brother could say anything more, Steve was leaning in, tucking his
fingers under the kid's chin to tilt it up, and pressing his lips to his.

It wasn't a real long kiss, but it was more than just a peck, and I
remembered real well how intense that sustained lip contact with Steve
could be. Mikey was blushing even harder when Steve pulled back, smiled at
him, and ruffled his damp hair.

"That what you had in mind, bro?" Steve said to him.

"Yeah... sorta, I guess," Mikey said.

"Oh, just `sorta'?" Steve grinned. "Maybe it's you who should be doing the
showing, bro. How you kiss a dude."

Mikey looked at me, then Steve, then me again, still blushing. My throat
was suddenly dry as fuck. Partly the smoke, but also more than that. I took
a sip on my beer, wondered if I should step in and put a stop to this. But
Mikey decided for me, sliding in close to my big grinning bud, then leaning
in to kiss him. This one started slow, like the one Steve had just given
him, but then my little bro took it deeper, his lips parting, the pink wet
slip of his tongue showing as it teased inside Steve's mouth. Steve grunted
with something like surprise, then touched his fingers to the kid's chin
and started to kiss him back, and they were off to the races. Even over the
sound of the water bubbling, I could hear the wet smacking, Steve's
satisfied grunts, and something I'd never really heard from Mikey - manly
sounds of pleasure. All of a sudden, my cock was hard as fuck in my shorts,
and I took another nervous sip of beer, suddenly wishing I hadn't hit that
joint Steve had passed around.

Steve was cupping the back of Mikey's head as they traded tongues back and
forth, Mikey giving back as good as he got. This was starting to turn into
A Thing now - maybe it was time to intervene, before things got too carried
away.

"Okay, I'm getting uncomfortable now," I said with a nervous chuckle that I
hated as soon as it left my mouth. Steve and Mikey separated, Steve giving
him that big, interested grin I knew pretty well at this point, Mikey
giving him one right back. I wondered if they were as hard in their shorts
as I was. I wondered what the fuck was wrong with me.

"Damn, you're good, bro," Steve said, playfully mussing my brother's
hair. "Good as your bro, maybe."

Mikey beamed at that, still blushing a little, and I felt a dumb spike
of... jealousy, maybe? Even as my rational, adult brain was telling me that
was just dumb old big-brother shit, I couldn't deny feeling challenged.

"I dunno, maybe I need to compare," Steve said, turning that grin on me,
and before I could do more than open my mouth to ward him off, he was
sliding across the seat to me, slipping his arm along the edge of the hot
tub behind my shoulder, and leaning into me. Just like he'd done to Mikey,
who I could see sipping his beer and watching with a whole lot of interest,
from the corner of my eye.

"Bro..." I said weakly, feeling Steve's big hand rub up the inside of my
thigh under the water as his handsome face loomed closer.

"Let's just chill and have fun, yeah bro?" he said, and when I opened my
mouth to argue with him, he covered it with his own and fed me his tongue.

Shit - I knew all too well how hard it was to resist that tongue, all thick
and warm and wet, engaging with mine, drawing it out, slow and expert and
magical as fuck, honestly. Steve's hand squeezed the back of my neck
encouragingly, and my jaw opened up a little more to let him in properly,
his grunt of encouragement vibrating all the way down my throat as his big
hand roamed up and down the muscles of my thigh. I started to kiss him
back, losing myself in it a little, forgetting about my little brother
watching for the moment as I went with the kiss, let Steve take me down
deep with him and his experienced, talented tongue.

I was so fucking hard, and Steve found out just how hard I was when that
roaming hand worked its way up to my crotch and found the hard tent in my
board shorts. He squeezed it, chuckled into the kiss, and then slowly broke
the tonguework off. Just like with Mikey, he mussed my hair and gave me
that grin, all deep eyes and white teeth, giving my cockbulge a slow,
rhythmic squeeze.

"There you go, bro," he said, his voice deep and low and sexy as
fuck. "Damn, Jords, maybe you do have the edge over your little bro after
all."

I cut eyes at Jordan, noticing his hand under the water, where he was
clearly groping himself at the display. His eyes were hooded and high, but
he smiled slowly at me as we locked eyes, both blushing. But somehow, we
were cool.

"Truth or Dare, Jords?" Steve said, still slowly handling my cockbulge
under the water, still giving me that sexy fucking look of his.

"I dunno man, I don't think..." I started to say.

"Dare, then," Steve said, nodding. "I dare you to lose the shorts."

I felt my face flush even harder, saw Mikey's grin widen, along with
Steve's. Damn, he'd backed me into a fucking corner. I didn't want to look
like a little bitch or anything. But I really wasn't sure I wanted my kid
bro to see how fucking hard I was, either. Me and Steve alone? Sure. Throw
Mikey into the mix, and this was weird new territory.

"Here, let me back you up on it, bro," Steve said, standing up slowly,
water streaming down his thick-muscled bod, his cock tenting my borrowed
shorts proudly. Steve had a big dick, seven thick cut inches, and it was
showing very well in the soaked white nylon of the shorts - even more as he
grinned at me and my little bro and undid the drawstring. The top of his
bush, all thick and wet, was already showing above the waistband, even more
as the drawstring came undone. The sound of the velcro fly separating
seemed loud as fuck, but it was hard to pay attention to that when his
thick piece freed itself from the shorts, as he slid them down his muscled
thighs.

Steve looked over at Mikey, who was staring at him, mouth hanging open a
little, still groping himself under the water.

"How `bout you, bro?" Steve said to him, and with barely a look in my
direction, my tight-bodied kid bro was standing up and doing the same
thing. And yeah, he was tenting hard too, I saw, and that made me feel a
little better about sporting wood in this very weird, intense, and totally
hot situation.

Mikey looked a little bit shy all of a sudden, as he stood there boning his
shorts for me and Steve to see, but then with a little nod from my bud, he
was undoing his shorts, pushing them down his firm-muscled teen thighs, all
hard and defined from years of baseball and soccer. He was like a
smaller-scale version of me, right down to his cock, which was a very
respectable sixer - nicely proportioned, cleanly cut, a neatly trimmed dark
bush crowning it. That petty part of my brain noted that I was bigger than
him, bigger by an inch and thicker too, and all of a sudden with the two of
them standing naked and hard in front of me, I was all out of excuses.

"Oh for fuck's sake," I muttered, then stood up, nervous as hell inside but
not wanting to show it. I set my beer down and undid my shorts too, tugging
them open and then down, letting my big, hard cock free, standing proud and
upright in the humid updraft from the hot tub water.

"There you go, bro," Steve grinned, raising his beer bottle in a toast,
Mikey joined him, and after a moment, I did the same.

"Just bros bein' bros," Steve said. "That's what it's all about."

Of course it was Steve who kept the ball rolling. His charisma was a
powerful thing, and I guess the tone had already been set, so I wasn't too
surprised when we sat back down and he pulled Mikey back to him and into
another deep, long, easy tongue-swapping kiss. I was a little more
surprised when Mikey half-straddled Steve's lap and started to take the
lead more, Steve leaning back like the fucking king of the world as the hot
kid - yeah, I could admit it, with a couple beers and a joint and years of
idle thoughts in me - cupped his handsome face in his hands and showed him
how competitive a little bro could be. Wanting to prove himself to my hot
best bud.

When Mikey pulled back and let out a moan, Steve looking up at him with
that grin, the big muscles of his right arm bunching as his forearm moved
underwater, I knew exactly what was up. My best bud was jacking my kid
brother's cock, and I wasn't doing a damn thing to stop it. In fact, I was
stroking my own bone, watching Steve manhandle Mikey, watching Mikey love
it, just like I had when Steve had done it to me, straddling him in his
dorm room bed.

Steve looked past Mikey's tight-muscled form, over at me, not stopping what
he was doing. I wasn't sure if it was a question, a challenge, or an offer
in his eyes. But I found myself standing up anyway, my cock looking bigger
than it ever had as it came up out of the water, wading across the hot tub
to him, eyes locked on his. I wanted him to know... shit, I had no idea. I
was just following my instincts, here. Following my big, hard dick as it
led the way to him, and my little brother.

I brushed past Mikey, my arm grazing his as I leaned over Steve, planting a
hand either side of his shoulders on the edge of the hot tub. For all his
charisma and his beefy muscles, I was bigger than him, taller and broader
through the shoulders and lats, and the way his eyes moved over my body as
I leaned over him and stared down at him, I knew he liked the view just
fine. I stared at him for a long moment, and then bent in to kiss him,
taking the lead on it, letting him respond to me, for a change. We grunted
as our tongues found that hot groove together, a wet, deep, smacking kiss
like only two men can share. Then I felt a hand squeeze my hip - Mikey's
hand. I came up off Steve's lips, and Mikey leaned in and took my
place. Steve kissed both of us with equal masculine passion, and we went
back and forth like that for a coupe rounds - me and my brother not
competing, exactly, but then again, not *not* competing, either.

Maybe it was the third round of those kisses, me and my best bud's tongues
solidly engaged with each other, Steve's big hand caressing the hard curve
of my ass, when I felt the other hand on the other half of my ass. Mikey's
hand, smaller than Steve's, but I knew it had to be his no matter
what. That hand was a little tentative, but quickly growing more sure of
itself, as he stroked it over the wet thickness of my glute, up and down,
exploring my body intimately for the first time. I let him do it for a
minute or two, then extracted myself from the kiss and looked at him. Mikey
blushed, but didn't look away. Even gave my ass a tentative little
squeeze. I saw the kid he'd always been in his handsome face now, but I saw
the man in him too. The little kid always looking to play with me, always
looking up to his big bro. Looking at me very differently now, though. Just
like I was looking at him. Two men, now, with a chance to get a whole lot
closer.

I took that chance. I leaned into him, his lips already parting as he
leaned up to meet me, and when our lips touched, it was fucking electric.

"Fuck yeah, dudes," Steve said, as Mikey let out a soft almost-whimper into
my mouth, his lips parting with mine, allowing my tongue to first gently,
tentatively flick the warm flesh of his lips. Then I grunted and fed it to
him, Mikey meeting my husky, manly grunt with one of his own, his hand
coming up to clutch the back of my head as I did the same to him, and we
plunged on into each other.

Me and my kid bro kissed like that for a good couple minutes. He came up
off Steve's lap, and I was thankful for the privacy fence around the back
yard, so the neighbors couldn't see us, two brothers standing naked in the
hot tub, French-kissing, our cocks hard as my hot, beefy college bud
watched us, stroking his own fat cock. Mikey was a damn fine little kisser,
and I found myself taking hold of his trim freshman's hips, squeezing the
firm, tight-muscled flesh of the hot little dude and pulling him
close. When our hardons touched, it was like a jolt of pure energy, and we
kissed even harder and hungrier. Kissed like guys do, when they drop the
bullshit and just fucking go for it, hungry and hard and deeply into the
vibe between bros. Literal bros, in our case, and right now, that was
taking this even further over the top for me.

Steve's big hands slid up and down the muscles of our thighs, up over the
hard curves of our glutes, rubbing us encouragingly. I felt the press of
his lips to my hip, then the sound of him kissing Mikey's too, neither of
us breaking our kissing stride. My hand found the back of Steve's head,
tangled in his thick, wet hair, and rubbed, loving the low grunt of
pleasure he let out.

"You two are fucking hot," he said, all low and husky, as he stood,
slipping his chunky arms around our waists. We came up out of our
incestuous kiss, staring hard at each other for a minute, Mikey's face as
flushed as mine was, both breathing hard from the intensity of all this.

"You OK, kiddo?" I said, suddenly realizing just how deep this had all
gotten. But we still had a chance to stop right here, and let all this be
one fun, sexy, buzzed moment between us.

"Yeah, Jordy," Mikey said almost dreamily, smiling as he ran his hand up my
flank. He looked down at my body, eyes roaming over my big wet naked
muscles, down to the hard upward curve of my cock. "You're so big, bro..."

The slightly awed way he said it put a hot thrill in my guts, a feeling of
warmth for my kid brother, mixed in with a sensual rush. I stroked my hands
down over the fine-honed muscles of his smaller body, 18 and fine as fuck,
tight and smooth and coming into his man's growth in earnest now. I'd
always thought he was a good-looking kid, objectively speaking, but right
now he was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I wrapped one arm
around his trim little waist, slid the other up to cup the back of his
neck, and fed him another kiss, slower and deeper. Fuck it. We'd already
crossed the bridge, might as well keep on going.

I tried not to think about it too much, as Steve took both our hands and
led us inside the house, our cocks pointing the way. Mikey kept looking at
me, and the first couple times I blushed and looked away. But then I
started looking right back, taking in the sight of him, all handsome and
wet and hard. That echo of the worshipful little bro in his face again,
making me all hot and tingly inside. I grinned at him, and his smile back
was huge, and that made me feel alright about what we were getting into.

I took the lead as we hit the stairs up to the bedrooms, Steve following me
inside my room and flopping down on the queen bed on his side, that
sexy-ass grin of his aimed at us as his hand fell to the stiffness of his
cock. When Mikey followed him in, I reached for his hand and pulled him
close, into my bigger body, his head already tilting up to meet me in
another kiss as I folded both arms around him and fed him the thickness of
my tongue. His cock throbbed hard against my damp skin, like mine was doing
to his, and while his hands were a little tentative at first as they
reached my ass, they soon found their way, fingers digging deep into the
flesh as we feasted on each other's tongues.

"You guys look so fuckin' good together," Steve said, slow-fisting his big
dick as he watched our brotherly makeout session. "This is cool. I'm glad
we can chill like this."

"Me too," Mikey said as he crawled up on my bed, me right behind him,
watching the rounded, tight muscles of his tail flex and shift.

Steve slipped his beefy arm around the kid and drew him into a wet,
smacking kiss, leaving me free to run my hand up the back of my little
brother's firm, muscular thigh, over the tight curve of that ass, trailing
up his spine. He shivered and pressed back, making me stroke my superhard
cock more intently as I watched him respond to me. This was all so fuckin'
crazy, being close and naked and intimate like this. So insanely hot. I
looked up to Steve, saw his eyes open in his kiss, looking at me. He gave
me the slightest nod of his head, and I don't know why him giving me
permission like that made this all so OK, but whatever, I found myself
sprawling out alongside Mikey, up the length of his back, my lips pressing
to the moist, warm skin between his shoulder blades, working up and down
the back of his neck as my hand slid up his side. We were way deep into
this now, and for all my earlier misgivings, there was no way in hell I
wanted to stop. None of us did.

"We trust each other, bro?" Steve said to me when him and Mikey finally
unlocked lips. I looked at my best bud, the dude I'd had a lot of new
adventures with these past few years up at school, and nodded. This was
deep shit, stuff I never would've gotten into if it wasn't for him.

"And are you cool, bro?" he said down to Mikey, who was laying on his back
between us, gazing up at him with something like awe. Mikey nodded back,
then looked to me. We nodded to each other, brother to brother, and that
set the stage for everything else.

Mikey and me were kissing deep and wet again when Steve bent over him, took
hold of his hard freshman's cock, ran his talented tongue round the sticky
head of it, then sucked his way down my kid brother's shaft. I felt Mikey
squirm in my arms, kissing me even harder as he moaned down my throat, my
cock throbbing hard as it pressed against his hip, my hand strumming across
his firm, flat, square teen pecs, the stiff little buds of his nips. Doing
all the stuff Steve had encouraged me to do to him, my first real time with
another dude, our sophomore year.

"Your little bro's so fuckin' sweet, dude," Steve said all huskily when he
came up off the kid's cock, reaching for the back of my head to pull me
into a kiss before I could do anything to stop him. My best bud fed me the
taste of my kid brother's cock and precum on his thick tongue, and after a
frozen moment of hesitation on my part, I swallowed it eagerly, kissing him
back hungrily.

"See?" Steve said, grinning at me when our lips parted, reaching to ruffle
my hair. "You wanna taste it for yourself, bro?"

I looked down Mikey's athletic body, to where Steve was holding his
good-looking young cock in his fist, like he was offering it to me. I
looked up at Mikey, because up to this point, it had all just been some
making out, a little touchy-feely shit - not that big of a deal. This was
another step, a big one, and yeah, that old part of my brain was a bit
uptight about letting my kid brother see me suck cock, let alone his.

"You can, bro," Mikey said finally, smiling at me. "And if you want... I
can taste you too..."

I kissed him, hard, deep, because I didn't know what to say to that. Kissed
him, then looked down to my best bud, offering me my little bro's hard cock
with a grin and a nod, and I took him up on it.

Fuck. Mikey tasted good, all salty and tangy, musky like a man, not a kid
anymore. He had a smaller cock than Steve's thick bastard of a dick, so I
knew I could handle my brother, and I did, slurping my way down his
hardness until my nose almost nestled into his damp, dark bush. I worked my
tongue on him, loving the sounds of his moans and the feel of Steve's
encouraging hand rubbing the back of my head, then started to suck him up
and down.

Mikey's cock, I thought to myself with a kind of lusty awe. You're sucking
your little brother's cock, dude. I was, and I was into it, real into
it. Then a tongue lapped at the head of mine, and I looked sideways down
Mikey's squirming legs to see Steve sprawling across them, lapping at the
leaking head of my hardon, giving me a wink as he opened wide and slowly
worked his way down my thickness.

"Aw shit... fucking... ah, Jesus... goddamn, Jordy..." Mikey moaned, his
fingers tangling in my hair as I blew him. I looked up his torso, saw his
other hand clapped to his forehead like he couldn't believe any of
this. Well shit, join the club, kid, I thought, then set to work on him. If
I was gonna do this, do him, I was gonna do it right.

Mikey's balls were tight, and I noticed how he'd trimmed the hair down on
them, making them look bigger, big like mine. I palmed them carefully as I
sucked his precum out of him, making him moan and try to hump my face with
teenaged eagerness. I thought I was getting pretty good at this, but I
wasn't that good, not yet, so I pressed my palm down on the flexing muscles
of his stomach to hold him in place, and showed him what I could do

My little bro's cum came on without warning, just a sudden trembling
through his body and a series of choked gasps and moans, and then the taste
and sensation of hot, thick spurts of cum battering my tongue and the roof
of my mouth. I hung in there as he unloaded, and when I finally came up off
his cock, all hard and saturated with spit and the trails of his cum, Steve
was right there, pulling my face in close to kiss me, tasting the salty
tang of my kid bro's cumshots as we kissed, hard and hungry and sloppy. A
serious bro-kiss, and when he slid up Mikey's body to share one with him
too, I pushed him back and took those honors for myself, kissing my brother
like me and Steve did, his eager tongue hungrily raking my mouth for the
taste of his own load.

I don't know how much experience the kid had, but he was working to please
me, as he took my big dick in hand, staring at it with that boyish look of
awe, before meeting my eyes with his as he licked it. I grunted and tingled
all over, rubbing the back of his head, letting him know whatever he could
do would be A-OK with me.

"Don't take it too fast, bro," Steve was murmuring in his ear, sprawled up
alongside him, rubbing his back as he coached my little bro through
it. "Take your time, and watch your teeth. Just get comfortable with
it. You can always keep practicing this."

Fuck. The idea of me and Mikey practicing sucking cock on each
other... Jesus fucking Christ. He was unskilled but willing, working
sloppily up and down the few inches he could take without gagging, and I
was down with every last bit of what he had to offer.

"Don't make him cum, bro," Steve murmured to him. "Not yet. There's more we
can all do, if you're up for it."

"Yeah?" I grunted at him, because that was something we'd only messed with
a little, him and me, and I'd liked what I'd tried so far.

"Yeah, bro," Steve said to me. "You game for that, Jords? You and me and
Mike, trying shit out?"

Mikey's eyes were on mine as he slobbered on my cock. We looked at each
other, trying to ask the question silently between us, until he nodded as
best he could with half my cock in his mouth.

"Yeah, that's my dudes," Steve grinned, coming up to kiss me slow and wet,
before guiding Mikey's head up off my piece, bringing him up to join
us. I'd never had a three-way kiss, and it was awkward but fun trying to
work it out, chuckling and panting and trading tongues and spit back and
forth as we clutched each other tight on my bed.

Mikey's former-jock tail was even finer up close, as me and Steve licked
and kissed at the flesh of it, up and down the cleft. His hole was tight
and brown and clustered with dark fur, driving home more than ever that my
kid brother wasn't a kid any more, not by a long shot. Steve pulled back,
cupped the back of my head, and guided my face in closer. I could smell the
tang of Mikey's sweat and the deep, musky scent of him, overlaid with a
little chlorine from the hot tub, a little soap, but all Mikey underneath
that. All man. That thought did it for me, and I growled and pushed in,
licking and sucking on his cleft, my tongue seeking the knot of his little
ring, the most intimate space on my kid brother's body. Mikey moaned and
bucked and writhed against my face, his hands beating a tattoo on the
covers. Steve's lips and tongue worked the side of my neck, his big hand
stroking my back, squeezing the back of my neck, urging me on deeper into
my brother's secret place.

"Where's your lube?" Steve murmured in my ear after several minutes of
that.

"Bedside table, in the drawer," I panted, not even questioning why he
wanted it, because I wasn't a fucking idiot. I returned to the job at hand,
getting Mikey's tight little pucker dripping with my spit, clutching my
tongue as I tried my best to fuck him with it. I grunted at the cool, wet
sensation of Steve's lubed fist wrapping round my cock, sliding a coat of
the stuff all up and down my length, and then his lips were nuzzling the
rim of my ear, his breath hot and insistent.

"You ready to go deep with him, bro?" he murmured, his words hot and
intense and searing into my brain. "Show him how bros can do?"

"Fuck... yeah..." I panted, watching him slide up to Mikey and look him in
the eyes.

"Can we show you, bro?" Steve said to him, and he didn't need to spell it
out. Mikey looked a little scared, but the brave kid in him came through,
as he lifted his chin almost defiantly and nodded.

"Yeah," he said, his voice resolute. "Yeah, I want to. Want to try it all."

Steve was right there with him, big hands caressing Mikey's taut muscles,
kneeling beside him as my brother straddled my hips, looking a little
unsure as he reached behind him to feel the slicked hardness of my
dick. Seven hard, thick, throbbing inches of big brother dick, eager to be
inside him. Something I never imagined would happen, and if you'd told me
even an hour ago this would be happening, I would have called you crazy and
a pervert and pushed you away from me.

Not anymore, though. Not with Steve taking my cock in his experienced hand
and lining it up, murmuring his coach's words to my little brother, helping
guide him down, until I felt the tight, lubed head of Mikey's hole kissing
the tip of my cock. It took all I had not to just thrust up and impale him,
but I didn't want to hurt him. Wanted this to be good, if we were gonna do
it. Wanted to make sure he'd want to do it again, maybe.

Even with all the ass-eating, the steady action of Steve's thick, lubed
fingers working me open, it wasn't an easy ride for the kid. His thighs
strained, and so did his face, as his hot tightness enveloped the head of
my dick and slowly, hesitantly moved down. I bit my lip and tried to hold
on, tried to be patient, tried to ride out the primal urge to just
fuck. This was way more than that, and I stroked Mikey's hard young thighs
reassuringly, murmuring up to him along with Steve, telling him what a
great bro he was, how good he was doing, how good we were gonna make him
feel.

That seemed to do the trick, to help him push through it, and soon my kid
brother was full of his big brother's cock. he looked surprised to discover
it, stunned by the sensation of a hard, thick dick buried inside of you,
throbbing and ready to work. I knew that feeling. Steve had talked me
through it, bro to bro, just like he'd done for Mikey, back in his dorm
room bed two semesters ago. The feeling of fullness helped you get past the
discomfort, and down the road to that place where it started to feel good,
real good, a little bit like the best thing in the world.

"You're fucking me, Jordy," Mikey gasped, looking down at my face with a
complicated mix of awe and effort. His hardon had flagged a lot while I got
up inside of him, but it was starting to rise again, helped by Steve's big
hand strumming his tits, then down his stomach, taking him in hand and
stroking on him as he kissed his neck.

"Nah bro," Steve grinned. "He's just inside you, kiddo. The fucking part's
up to you now."

Mikey looked at him with a slow-spreading grin, and then he started to sort
of experimentally lift up my length, then slip slowly back down it.

"Fuck, yeah, like that, Mikey," I grunted, my hands sliding up his quads to
his hips, encouraging him on as he started to work on me. He grinned at
that, his face starting to get all dewy with sweat as he gazed down at me
and began to fuck himself on my cock.

"Yeah, you got this," Steve grinned at him a little bit later. "Feeling
good, bro?"

"Uh-huh," Mikey panted, moving faster, smoother, more self-assured. "God,
you feel so fuckin' big in me, bro..."

All I could do was moan at that. Moan, and start to fuck up into him,
working with him, up inside his incredible slicked-up tightness, pushing
more and more of my big-brother cock up inside of him.

"Time to let your big do some of the driving, if you're ready," Steve
murmured to him, reaching down to slip one strong hand under my back,
encouraging me upright. Together, we worked our coupled bodies upright,
Mikey clutching onto my shoulders tightly, and then got him over on his
back. My cock slipped out at the last shift of our bodies, but as my kid
bro sprawled on his back and grinned up at me, I slid right back up inside
of him in one smooth, firm thrust. His eyes rolled up a little as he let
out a long, low, manly moan, and I knew I couldn't really call him my kid
bro anymore. He was a man now, for sure.

Mikey's insides felt sensational around my cock, Steve's hands trailing up
and down over my back and ass and thighs as my brother wrapped his legs
around me and invited me in deep. We hit that point where the fuck just
started to flow naturally, generations of manly instincts kicking in, that
natural urge to plunge and drive and fuck. Steve leaned in to kiss me, deep
and wet, then fed another kiss to Mikey, before sitting back and grinning
at us. His cock looked huge, curved up hard and leaking, his big hand
strumming slowly on it as he took in the sight of two brothers fucking. I
saw Mikey staring at it, and I know I wasn't the only one in the room
looking forward to feeling that fine piece filling me up.

"You guys are fucking... just fucking amazing," Steve growled as he watched
us bro-fuck. I turned my attention back to Mikey's sweating face, saw the
almost adoring way he was gazing back at me, and the kiss came easily from
that. It was full of spit and tongue and passion, making me thrust up into
him deeper, harder, longer, giving him a real fucking, knowing he could
take it now.

"Fuck me Jordy," Mikey panted between kisses. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me..."

"Yeah, little bro," I grunted, feeling the onrush of my cum, surging hard
inside of me. "Fucking you, Mikey. Fucking my lil dude..."

"Aw bro!" he gasped at that, his chute clutching rhythmically around me,
getting that spacey look in his eyes that every guy knows well.

"You gonna cum, bro?" Steve said, his hand slipping between us, finding
Mikey's straining cock and wrapping round it, starting to stroke. "Gonna
cum for your bros, dude?"

"Uh-huh," Mikey gasped. "Makin' me cummmmmm..."

"Yeah, get it, lil bro," I grunted, and then he did, hard. Hot spurts of
teen bro cum shot up against my stomach and chest, splattering back on
Mikey's writhing torso as he moaned and grunted and shot his seed between
us.

"Fuck yeah, bro," Steve grunted, then leaned in to bite my shoulder as he
stroked his hand down over the flex of my ass, down into the sweaty cleft,
seeking and finding my own hole and circling his thick forefinger against
it, inside of it, and as the tip breached me, I started to get my nut too.

All I could do was gasp and sweat and shoot, filling my little bro's guts
with my boys, ten hard, intense shots of my cum coating his insides, as
Steve sucked a hickey onto the rounded muscle of my shoulder and
fingerfucked my spot. Maybe the most powerful cum I'd ever had, leaving me
shuddering through the aftershocks of it, my cock twitching and oozing deep
inside my brother as he panted and stared up at me.

"Shit man, can't hold it," Steve grunted tightly, and we looked over at him
beside us, just in time to see his fist beating a flurry in his big cock,
right before it shot its own jets of thick, hot, pearly college-bro
cum. The jets of it hit my sides and across the mess of Mikey's load all
over his stomach, Steve grunting out guttural moans as he spooged us good,
his big sexy muscles all flexed up and glowing with sweat, his O-face in
full effect.

"Mother fucker," he gasped, palming the sweat off his forehead as he sat
back on his heels, big chest heaving as he grinned at us.

"More like brother fucker, I think, dudes," Mikey chuckled weakly as I
extracted my still-hard length from his insides.

"Either way, bros," Steve chuckled, "that was fucking intense. Jesus."

We all sprawled out on my bed, the cum cooling on us, swapping lazy kisses,
letting things just settle in for a minute. It was starting to kind of hit
me - I'd just fucked my little brother, with my best bud right beside
me. More than that, Mikey had liked it - no, more than that. The way he'd
cum, he'd fucking loved it.

"I'm thinking we all deserve another beer after that, bros," Steve said
easily, always knowing just the right thing to say and the right time to
say it. "Maybe another dip in the hot tub. See what happens."

Me and Mikey both looked at him, then each other, and my little bro's slow
grin was sexy and contagious. We'd really just scratched the surface of the
possibilities here, after all. There was a lot still to explore. And then,
Steve would be back this way after Christmas to pick me up for the ride
back to school...

I looked at my bedside clock, saw that not nearly as much time had passed
as I thought. The folks would be out for awhile longer yet.

"Maybe another round of Truth or Dare?" Mikey said, grinning.

"I like the way you think, dude," Steve chuckled, his hand smacking Mikey's
thigh, turning into a slow stroke of the hard young muscles there. "You're
a real bro, you know that?"

"You guys think so?" Mikey said, turning to look at me with that grin of
his again.

"Definitely, lil bro," I said, pulling his head to kiss him, lazy and deep,
as Steve crowded in on his other side with a smile, eager to get into the
game. "A definite bro, for sure."