Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 19:28:26 -0500
From: Butler GayGuy <bgg_nifty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Bedrooms part 4

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places and real people or events is merely a coincidence.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys.  If you are
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PART FOUR

My thirteen year old brother Chris and I were lying on my bed.  We had just
got home from our shopping/eating trip after his hockey practice.
Saturdays were our days to do pretty much what we wanted.  Mom and Dad
would be down at our grandparents' house until after dinner, and our
brother Mike had taken to staying clear of the house.  Chris, whose sandy
blonde hair, hazel eyes, and bright, glowing face made him look like a
miniature version of me, was sitting on my flat stomach with his mouth on
mine.

It felt like hours that we kissed.  Starting very sweet and innocent, the
kiss soon took on a life of its own and became, hard, fast, and urgent.  My
tongue battled with his for control of my mouth.  My hands ran up and down
his chest and back, feeling the muscles that were his reward for hard work
in hockey.  His hands brushed my bangs out of my eyes, caressed my face,
and massaged my shoulders.  Having this angelic form sitting on me was pure
heaven.  The only time I ever believed in God was when I was with Chris.

The sex between us had always been on a higher plane than that between Mike
and me.  Even when all three of us played around, it paled in comparison to
the electric connection of my body to Chris'.  Fully clothed, having this
boy on top of me was pure torture.  Not one square inch existed on his body
that I didn't both love and lust after at the same time.

After that first night years ago, we never slept apart.  It was tricky
hiding it from Mike, but we managed.  Only after Chris started to become
jealous of my having sex with Mike did we bring him into it.  I had it all
worked out.

One afternoon Mike and I rushed upstairs right when we got home and began
to fuck around.  Chris took up his position outside Mike's door, as we were
in his room that time, and waited for my signal.  Mike jacked off onto my
dick, coating it in his cum.  He bent down and moved it around with his
mouth before taking me inside and sucking with a passion.  When I was close
I pulled out and had him lay face down on his bed with his knees on the
floor and his ass right in front of me.

Jacking my dick, my tongue ran the length of his crack, settling on his
hole.  Forcing my tongue inside brought a low moan of pleasure from deep
within Mike's throat.  Ready to shoot I moved my dick to his hole, just
touching it with the head and shot my cum all up and down his ass crack.
Mike moaned and wiggled, his head in the comforter.  I signaled Chris to
come in, and he did, naked and stroking his cock.

I backed away enough that Chris had room to take my position at Mike's ass.
Moving like a pro, he lubed his cock by rubbing it along Mike's crack.
Meanwhile, I was playing with Chris' ass and entered him as he entered
Mike.  They both groaned with joy but aroused by Chris' voice, Mike looked
back in wide-eyed amazement.  Not giving him a moment to think, I grabbed
Chris' hips and began fucking like there was no tomorrow, my every thrust
sending Chris further and further into Mike's forbidden planet.

Soon, Chris was ready to shoot.  He had just begun producing sperm, so it
would not amount to much, but the orgasm itself would feel the same.  Chris
reached down and replaced Mike's hand on his cock and jerked it furiously.
Chris yelped when my cum escaped my tube steak and filled his waiting body.
The feel of my cum pulsing through his love canal forced his own little
load into Mike.  I leaned in, grabbed Mike's chest and pulled him up
straight, so that we all three were kneeling in a row, keeping our dicks in
place.

Chris' jacking soon brought Mike over the edge and he let loose all over
the bed and carpet.  Mike collapsed with exhaustion, so I lifted Chris to
the bed, turned him around and started fucking him again, all without
pulling out.  He jacked his cock as he stared into my eyes, and my soul.  I
felt a tongue on my asshole and inwardly smiled.  That meant Mike was not
completely freaked out by what had just happened.  His finger broke through
my seal and fucked in and out as I filled our baby brother once again.
Chris erupted as soon as he felt my cum and we all collapsed onto one
another.

All three of us then began to fuck and suck each afternoon, the PlayStation
forgotten.  Mike began to get a little jealous of Chris, so I had to make
sure each of us had time alone with the other.  God, what a pain.  Two
jealous brothers!  But, Chris continued to sleep with me every night, in
either my bed or his.  We didn't fuck every time, but always slept
together.

I was awakened from my thoughts to the present when Chris broke our kiss to
sit up, still on my stomach.  "Hi," he said, as if I had just appeared out
of thin air or something.  The biggest grin in the world was on his face
causing me to grin too.

"You are too much."  He started to say something back, but I didn't give
him the chance.  I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bed as I flipped
over, covering his almost five foot frame with my six feet.  I let my mouth
revisit his luscious lips for a fleeting moment, and then it moved of its
own volition to his cheeks, ears, neck and beyond.

My hands slid down and yanked up until his young chest was exposed to my
hungry stare.  Continuing my mouth's conquest of his entire supple body, my
tongue and teeth eagerly feasted on his nipples; he loved that almost as
much as I did.  He placed his strong arms on my head and held my sucking
mouth still, nipple-fucking my mouth.

I pulled away and stood, dragging him along with me.  My sly fingers worked
the strings on his sexy nylon running pants and soon they were easing down
his taut thighs.  Chris had stopped wearing his own underwear long ago.  He
either wore mine, nothing or his favorite hockey jock.  Today it was the
jock and cup, making his pants bulge provocatively.  He stepped out of the
runners as our lips found each other again.  My hands explored his strap
cradled ass like I had never seen it before.  He pushed me away and
proceeded to undress me, excruciatingly slowly.  His slightest touch set my
skin afire, and he seemed to enjoy torturing me with sheer bliss.

Pushed to my knees with every stitch of clothing removed, he ground his
hard cup into my face.  I licked the fragrant fabric and my tongue moved
off the edge and found the crevice between Chris' leg and crotch.  While
his body was shuddering with contentment, his cock was straining to escape
its fabric covered prison.  I finally decided he had suffered enough and
pulled the jock down with only momentary interruption to my mouth's crusade
of love.

I glanced up to see his gorgeous eyes fluttering in a swoon.  His sweaty
neck led to an even sweatier fit chest.  His nipples stood at attention,
and his flat stomach seemed to be inviting me to continue looking south.
His cock was a work of art: over six inches long and almost 3 inches thick,
it was bigger than mine was at that age, though not by much.  A halo of
blonde hair fanned out from the base, pulling anyone's gaze to the prize in
the center.

Chris sighed, responding to my kiss of the tip of his boy cock.  Ignoring
his pleads of not lasting long, I took his dick into my mouth.  I swished
my spit and my tongue around the head.  My hands massaged his hairless
balls and his jock ass, forcing him to spread his legs so my fingers could
carry on their trek.  His hands rested on my shoulders and then began
pulling my shirt off.  Without removing my mouth, I raised my arms to aid
him.  With my arms out, he bent down and was rubbing my muscular back as my
hands returned to their duty.

"Oooooo, ummmm," Chris moaned, fucking my face.  I grabbed his ass cheeks
to steady myself for the onslaught.  "Here I come, Johnny!  Take it."

He continued to piston my face as he shot load after load of juice into my
stomach.  He pulled out enough to get my shirt the rest of the way off then
I cleaned his stick from top to bottom.  He took my face in his hands and
pulled me upwards, locking his mouth on mine.  I picked him up like he was
a rag doll and carried him to our bathroom, kissing the whole way.  I set
him down and reached in to turn on the shower.  He got busy removing my
pants.  I was wearing one of his old jocks.  It was so small and so tight
to almost be unbearable, even when I wasn't horned up, which was not often,
by the way.  But, he loved seeing me stretch the fabric to its limit.

He took my full length into his mouth as we backed into the tub, the how
water spraying off his back.  He was so damn good at sucking my dick that I
was close very soon.  Sensing that, he pulled off and concentrated on my
low-hangers.  All the while, his hands were moving over my body at a
frantic pace; stopping briefly to touch his own dick and rub his ass, then
back to me.  He suddenly pulled off, stood up, and said, "Let's try our new
favorite position again."  We had a new favorite position almost every
week.

Taking the lube bottle we years ago disguised as dandruff shampoo, I
squirted some on my aching cock.  He turned and presented his ass to my
lubby hand and fingers and squealed with delight when one, and then two of
my probing digits entered his boy chute.

He turned to face me then climbed up on the edge of the tub, one foot on
each side, until his cock was at my stomach and mine was lined up with its
target.  My hands spreading his cheeks, he impaled himself.  I held on as
he put his arms around my neck and first one then the other leg wrapped
around my waist.  My lips sought his and we kissed, a hot, sloppy, sexual
kiss.  I backed up to lean my shoulders against the tile wall.

All I had to do was bounce lightly and he was in ecstasy.  This is a great
position when you want it to last.  It feels outstanding, but the friction
factor is low, so we could go on and on.  His dick was mashed against my
abs so as I bounced him up and down, his dick slid along my wet skin,
bringing him to his second body shaking orgasm.

Never did our lips part.  Even when he braced his feet on the wall behind
me, grabbed the top of the shower doors with one hand and my shoulder with
other and then began slamming his ass down on my cock as I pushed up past
his prostate, our liplock held.  This new twist sent me to a place beyond
return.  My cock twitched and began to fill his ass with my spunk.  He
crashed down, his legs returning to my waist and just sat, his ass eating
every drop I could produce.  Only then did we part lips, so he could rest
his head on my shoulder as he shot again.

I carefully separated our seizing bodies and set him on his feet.  He was
spent and had to lean on the wall as I washed every inch of him.  I turned
off to water, and dried him from head to toe before scooping him up again
and taking him to his room.  I dressed him.  He loved it when I did that,
treating him like a little boy.  I put him in my underwear, a pair of long
shorts, and one of his new A&F muscle tees.  He picked out a pair of his
underwear for me but I dressed myself.  We lay down on his bed and soon
began to drift off to sleep.

"John," he whispered.  "I don't ever want us to change."

"Me either, Christopher.  We won't if I can help it."  But I knew he was
starting to worry.  I was already halfway through my senior year of high
school.  Things would have to change.  The world was against us.  His eyes
fluttered closed and I gazed down at the love of my life purring in his
sleep as his head raised and fell with every breath I took.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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