Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 22:23:20 -0500
From: Butler GayGuy <bgg_nifty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Bedrooms part 5

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contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys.  If you are
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PART FIVE

When I awoke, the sun was just setting and the last amber rays of light
were falling on Chris's angelic face.  I got up, carefully escaping from
intertwined limbs and crept out of the room.  Downstairs, I went to the bar
in the family room, worked the lock open, and fixed myself a drink.  I'm
not an alcoholic by any means, but I felt I "needed" a drink.

Talking with my brother Chris before we fell asleep really got me thinking;
what is going to happen when I go away to college?  I knew I wanted Chris
with me always and forever, but was that self-serving and unrealistic?
Probably.  Another thing that bothered me was his age.  Was it fair to
deprive him of a normal teenaged life, since he was only 13?  Probably not.

I stood in the big windows overlooking the backyard, nursing my second
vodka and soda, when I heard Chris shuffle into the room.  He came up
beside me and snuck his head under my arm, as a cat does when it was
petted.  I looked down at his too-young face, my mind and conscience full
of regret and misgivings, but I couldn't help but brighten in his presence.
I was truly and utterly in love.

"Johnny?"  Chris purred, looking up at me.  "Why did you leave?"

"I just needed to think, Chris.  You looked so tired; I didn't want to wake
you."

"What did you think about?"

"You," I said.  "I always think about you.  And about us."  Apparently
satisfied with that response, Chris let his hand move to my crotch,
brushing my already straining dick.  Anytime that boy got near me, I was
hard instantly, be it at a family dinner or even in church.  It was beyond
my control.  Before I knew it, he had my shorts off and was caressing my
cock with his lips, wetting the fabric of the underwear I was wearing,
which were his and way too small for my growing package.  I must admit,
wearing a 13-year-old's underwear was a bit uncomfortable, but they made my
cock look huge, even bigger than the eight inches it really was.

I was moaning with pleasure as I took the last mouthful of my drink.  His
mouth was working wonders on my fabric-stretching cock while his nimble
hands were exploring my tight ass.  With an evil glint in his hazel eyes,
he yanked that ill-performing underwear down to my knees in one quick
thrust, forcing an exclamation of shock out of my lips as my cock bounced
fiercely off my abs upon release from its tiny prison.  He wasted no time
in hiding my rapidly expanding rod down his throat as his hands resumed
their play at my now fabric-free ass.

I groaned as I pumped his face, enjoying my baby brother's experienced
mouth.  When I felt myself reaching the point of no return, Chris pulled
off abruptly, causing my dick to revisit my stomach.  He turned me around
and I braced myself on the bar as he spread my cheeks and began to pleasure
my backside just as he had done to my front.  Soon his tongue was sliding
up and down my crack tickling the few light hairs I had around my hole.  I
felt his warm breath on my spit-soaked cheeks and it caused me to shudder
with anticipation.

I bucked my ass backwards and was rewarded by feeling his tongue at my
opening, licking all around before taking the plunge.  Then it entered me,
driving me crazy with lust, and causing my cock to pulse with pleasure.  It
moved in and out of my teenaged hole with a passion.  Every time Chris
moaned with pleasure, I felt shockwaves of excitement pass through his
tongue into my ass.  I could feel him stand up and slide his pants off, but
his tongue never ceased its relentless assault on my hole.

In the spilt second gap between the tongue leaving my hole empty and the
six inch cock of my beloved brother filling it up again, I did not have
time to think.  Jamming his entire length up my wanting chute, Chris panted
that he loved me.  Once he was in to the pubes, he changed into an animal.
"Take my cock, John!  Take it all!"  The I love you from a moment ago was
replaced with, "I love your ass!"

Chris was the only one I ever let fuck me: not our brother Mike, our cousin
who joined in once in a while, or the other various partners the 3 of us
had.  So, not having anything to compare Chris's fucking with, I assumed he
was great.  But, from all the porn we watched and all the live fucking I
witnessed I decided he was not only great, but also one of the best.  He
really got into it, slapping my ass, yanking my dick, shouting his
pleasure.  I could get off just by listening to him fuck someone.  Though,
he always seemed to save the best stuff for me, one on one.

He slowed down his thrusting from the rapid moves he enjoyed to the slow,
erotic assplay we loved.  He buried himself to the hilt, rubbing my
glorious prostate then slowly pulled out until only the head of his dick
remained inside me.  Back in then out, in and out, until he pulled out
completely so he could taste my ass one more time.  Plunging back in, he
resumed his attack on my insides.

I was sweating, delirious and enjoying every moment of it.  He pounded my
ass like a pro.  I didn't even have to touch my dick: it was bouncing up to
slap my abs on its own from the force of Chris's plunges.  He reached
around and squeezed my nipples, pulling me upright as his fucking became
faster, more intense.  He screamed, "I'm gonna fill you up," as I felt the
first wave of cum gush out of his cock.

Drained and panting, Chris pulled from my ass and quickly took my cock in
his mouth.  Just the feel of those silky lips set me off and I was soon
filling him up, just as he had filled me.  Leaving some of my cum in his
mouth, he kissed me, sharing his prize.  I turned around, and he took the
hint, bending down to clean my crack and suck his own cum out of my ravaged
hole, reserving some to share with me when we kissed again.  I sucked his
dick clean, making him hard again.

Ignoring my brother's exquisite piece was hard, but playing in the family
room was dangerous, so I dressed him.  He loved when I treated him like a
doll, so he went limp and made me do all the work.  I then fixed us each a
drink, he got a very, very weak one, and we headed to the kitchen to start
dinner for Mom.  When she got home about half an hour later, she found two
hungry boys wanting more than dinner.

After the required "family night" bullshit, I headed to bed.  Chris came up
later and snuck in with me, curling up with his ass on my hardening cock.
I kissed his neck as he ground those delectable cheeks into my crotch.
Being wiped out from the day's exertions, we soon fell asleep, in each
other's arms, as always.

The sun was streaming in the window as I awakened.  I was lying on my back;
Chris had his head on my shoulder and a hand on my morning wood.  I brushed
his hand away as I began stroking, thinking about Mike and Chris.

After Chris and I had ambushed Mike with our surprise 3-way, we all had
been getting it on most afternoons.  I had time alone with Mike, and I had
even more time alone with Chris, but Mike and Chris hadn't been alone
together.  I pointed this out to Chris one night, as we lay naked in his
bed.

"Chris, I think you and Mike should fuck around tomorrow by yourselves," I
told him.

He looked crushed, as if I had just killed his puppy.  "Why?"

"Well, you know I want you all to myself, but I think it'd be kinda fun to
watch you guys.  Just to see how it would go.  We'll tell him I have
practice or something after school, but I'll really be hiding and
watching."

He still seemed a little skeptical, but he agreed, with the beginnings of a
devilish glint in his eye.  So after school the next day, I came home, got
my gear, and said I had to go to an unscheduled practice at the ball field
right outside our plan.  When I left, Mike and Chris were in the family
room, but Chris said they practically raced upstairs once alone.

I stashed my gear in the shed and crept upstairs as quietly as I could, to
stand outside Chris's door.  Mike and Chris stood in the center of the
room, Mike leaning down to kiss Chris full on the lips, Chris reaching
around to knead Mike's ass.  I observed that Mike was a lot more forward
with Chris than he was with me, when he reached down and unshirted Chris,
barely breaking the kiss.

Next thing I knew Chris's pants were off, he was laying on his back on the
bed and his cock was down Mike's throat.  Mike's hands massaged Chris's
balls as his lips glided up and down the hard five-inch shaft of preteen
cock in front of him.  After a good 3 or 4 minutes of moaning, Chris sat up
straight, and taking hold of the back of Mike's head, proceeded to fuck his
face with a fury.  Chris caught my eye in my position in the hall and
winked as he blew me a kiss.  I was stroking my seven and a half inches
watching my baby brother fuck my middle brother's face.

Chris was close to cumming.  "Take it all Mike.  Eat my cum!" he groaned,
and Mike started sucking faster until he was rewarded with a tasty treat.
Chris bucked his hips off the bed and slammed Mike's head on his cock as he
emptied his nuts.  Spent, he flopped back on the bed.  Mike stood up,
removed his clothes, and then mounted Chris, bringing their mouths
together, swapping cum.

Kissing, rolling, sweating, and playing occupied some time as I stood there
and watched, cock still in hand.  Chris's mouth had found Mike's dick and
was giving it an expert treatment.  Mike was on his back, Chris between his
legs.  Chris placed one hand on each of Mike's thighs and pushed them up
and apart, exposing his crack.  Mike grabbed his thighs, freeing Chris's
young hands to explore the darkness.  First one finger, then another
penetrated Mike's outer defenses causing wiggling and squirming in the
recipient.  The fingers were replaced with a mouth, as Chris tasted what he
had just felt, and the mouth was soon replaced with a cock.

Chris slammed right in, not pausing for anything, causing Mike to yelp in
pain-laced passion.  Mike's dick flopped around until Chris grabbed it and
started stroking to match his own thrusts.  In to the hilt, a slight tease
of the prostrate, then out, almost to the head.  Chris loved to fuck like
that, and gave it to Mike good and long.

Chris's grunts of pleasure were matched by Mike's groans of ecstasy.
Pulling out to the tip one last time, Chris started pounding that ass in
front of him like he was going off to war the next day.  Heaving breaths
masked the sharp sound of skin on skin.  Mike took over jerking his own
dick; his fist flying up and down so fast his cock became a blur.

Chris shuddered as he thrust his cock the whole way in to fill his older
brother with his seed.  As he was cumming, he bent down to take Mike's cock
in his mouth.  Mike was filling Chris up as he was being filled up.
Drained dry, Chris climbed on top of Mike and dribbled the cum in his mouth
back to its owner's mouth.

Standing in the hall, my hand resembled Mike's: flying up and down my
shaft.  I had just started shooting when I felt a mouth suck me inside.  My
eyes snapped open to find myself in bed with Chris, 2 years later, shooting
in his mouth.  After letting me lick my cum from his mouth Chris asked,
"What were you thinking about when you were jacking off, Johnny?"

"You, of course," I replied.  It wasn't a total lie.


TO BE CONTINUED...


Sorry for the delay in posting this part -- family issues.  Please send any
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