Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 13:54:45 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Travis, chapter 6

Author's note: Please be aware that this story differs from most of my
other work, in that it is primarily, a story of sex.  If that's what you're
searching for, you've come to the right place.  If you'd rather read a
story of romance, which includes some sex, please read my other work:
Phalen, Wesley, Chris, or Owen.


Travis

Chapter six

by Roy Reinikainen


	Kent sprawled on his brother's bed, propping himself up on his
elbows.  "I tell you, Glenn, the coach was just aching to have my dick
shoved up his butt hole."  Kent stood and shucked his clothes, dropping
them by the side of the bed then lay back, bending his knees so his feet
could rest on the edge of the bed.  He knew his brother was watching his
every move.  He'd always been more daring than Glenn, and since their foray
into online self-porn, he'd become even more so.  Glenn leaned against his
dresser and watched his naked brother stimulate his nipples, then cock and
balls, and finally, his smooth perineum and pucker.

	"He freaking loved it when I slid a finger up his hole and started
rubbing his prostate."  Kent reached between his legs and pressed the tip
of a finger into his own hole.  "Y'know," he added, raising his head to
look at his brother, "it'd be way cool if you fingered my hole while I tell
you about the coach.  I'll stick whatever you want up your hole after I
pop."  He pulled his knees back to his shoulders, lewdly exposing his
hairless pucker to his brother, alternately tightening and relaxing it a
couple times as a possible extra incentive.  "C'mon Glenn," he urged, "stop
playing with yourself.  Strip down and let's get this show on the road.
I'm in bad need.  Being with the coach was so hot."

	"You like fooling around with older guys, don't you?" Glenn asked,
as he knelt at the bed's side and cupped his brother's full sac with one
hand while running the tip of a forefinger over and around his brother's
hole.  "You like the taste of an older guy's sperm, don't you little
brother, or his sweat . . . or butt?"  Kent groaned as Glenn slowly eased
his finger into the sweat-wet hole while Kent continued to hold his knees
tightly to his chest.

	"Fuck yeah, man," Kent groaned.  "The coach's dick is way-thick
with a friggin' big head on it . . . just like I like," he shuddered as
Glenn began to rub back and forth over his swollen prostate.

	"I can't wait to slide into his hole.  Fuck, his sphincter was,
like trying to keep my finger inside."  Kent groaned loudly as his brother
wrapped a hand around his cock and began to slowly masturbate him.  Kent
liked everything done slowly, from being fucked to being sucked off or
masturbated.

	"His prostate is way-big, and when I touched it for the first time,
his knees 'bout buckled and he groaned so loud I thought the guys in the
locker room would hear him."  Kent hissed an indrawn breath as Glenn began
pressing hard against the hard nut of his prostate.  "Yeah, just like that,
Glenn.  You always make me shoot such a fuckin' big load when you finger me
like that."

	"So," Glenn asked, wishing someone would be tending to his erection
or butt hole.  "So'd the coach unload in your mouth or what?"

	"Fuck yeah.  He wanted to see his cock spray into my mouth, so I
. . ."  That's it Glenn . . . a little faster . . . yeah.  "So, I opened my
mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.  The guy was so freaking turned on it
didn't take him but a couple strokes and shit, he 'bout drowned me he shot
so much.  It was so cool.  He laid that big dick head on my tongue just
before he shot.  I could friggin' feel it pulse out its load an instant
before his stuff hit the back of my throat."

	Kent released his knees and reached for his brother.  "C'mon,
Glenn, push into me.  I know you're aching to drop a load.  Shoot it up my
asshole, while we suck on each other's tongues."

	Glenn scrambled to his feet, quickly stripped off his clothes, and
moved to a position between his brother's muscular lets, touching Kent's
hole with the blunt tip of his dick.  "Y'gonna milk me dry, little
brother?" he asked.  "Y'gonna imagine it's the coach shooting his load up
your butt instead of me?"  Kent rolled his head from side to side.

	"Naw, when I'm with you, you're the only guy I want.  C'mon, man,
push it in."  He gasped, his mouth and eyes wide, as Glenn forced the wide
head of his cock past the muscular anal ring.  He always loved watching as
Kent's smooth sphincter slowly relaxed, and the head of his dick
disappeared into the hot, moist, hole.  When Kent's sphincter finally
snapped tightly around the shaft of his cock, capturing the head, Glenn
always had to pause to prevent himself from shooting before taking a single
stroke.

	Kent was such a sexy guy.  He was almost totally smooth, which was
a huge turn-on for Glenn.  Unlike his brother, who liked beefy, hairy,
older guys, he liked smooth guys.

	"So," Glenn asked, as his pubic hair pressed against his brother's
perineum.  "So, once the coach shot his load, what'd he do?"

	"It was so cool," Kent answered, in a rough voice.  "He stuck his
friggin' finger in my mouth and played with his own sperm."

	"Fuuuuck," Glenn murmured, as he began to thrust harder.

	"Then," Kent continued, "he ordered me to swallow his load.  He
took his slimy finger and smeared a trail of his stuff over my cheek, then
leaned forward, grabbing my head between both of his hands and gave me one
of the hottest kisses I've ever had.  The guy 'bout raped my mouth with his
tongue, trying to slurp up any of his own jiz which I hadn't swallowed."

	Glenn was on the threshold of his climax.  He leaned forward,
holding his brother's legs back with his shoulders, and attacked Kent's
waiting mouth.  Kent wrapped his arms around Glenn's shoulders and bucked
his hips, tightening his sphincter, and, after only a couple more strokes,
he felt Glenn's cock began to throb, shooting its load deep into his guts.
Knowing that his brother's sperm was filling his hole caused Kent's own
cock to thicken and shoot out its own thick juice between his and his
brother's bodies.

	"Oh fuck," he murmured, as Glenn ended their kiss and pulled far
enough away to smile at his sweating brother.  "You are so good at that,"
Kent croaked.  "Not even Uncle Nick can get me as worked up as you can."
He pulled his brother's face to him for another kiss.

	"I wonder what the coach would say to having both me and you
working on him.  Kent smiled.  "Would you like that?  I could have his
butt, and you his dick, then he could pound each of our butts."

	Glenn laughed.  "Now that would be a video everyone on the Web
would like to see . . . two boys taking care of an older guy, then each of
'em being raw fucked.  The only thing better would be to have a video of
Dad shooting a load up each of our holes."  He paused a moment, imagining
his father pushing his dick into him.  "Y'think we might be able to get the
coach over to the house and film the whole thing without him knowing it?
Geez," Glenn felt his cock pulse from where it was still in his brother's
hole.  "That'd be so fuckin' cool."


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	Travis felt so . . . nasty . . . backing his bare ass up to one of
the twin glory holes in the entry doors to his brother's bedroom.  'Fuck,'
he thought, 'anyone could be on the other side of that hole.  I could be
exposing myself to anyone!'  That thought, plus the possibility that
someday . . . soon, he would be exposing his butt hole to lots of waiting
young guys, made his already-hard dick throb, aching for release.  He
reached back and pried his butt cheeks as wide as possible, forcing his
pink hole against the sticky opening of the gloryhole.  'How many guys'
sperm did it take to make that hole so sticky?' he wondered, vowing to
kneel before each of the two holes and lick them clean, the moment Nick had
unloaded.  'Or,' he thought, as he felt his brother's tongue begin to lap
at his asshole.  'Or, maybe I'll wait to lick them clean until after I
shoot a load up Nick's sexy hole.

	Ever since Travis was married, it was one of his primary
masturbation fantasies to recall how Nick loved to kneel astride him,
squirming on the cock which he'd lowered himself onto.  He didn't fuck
himself by sliding up and down, but by rocking his hips and
. . . squirming, all the while, his straight erection drooling out a steady
stream of pre-cum onto his brother's belly.  Travis loved scooping up the
sticky liquid and licking his fingers clean, the musky taste, a promise of
the full load of sperm which he would be able to suck out of Nick's dick
. . . later.

	"C'mon, man," Travis urged, in a voice rough with emotion.  "Plug
my hole, Nick.  Fill me with your junk."  He held his breath in
anticipation as Nick stopped rimming him and, a moment later, replaced his
tongue with the head of his monster dick.  'Ah shit,' Travis thought, as
Nick forced the head past the sphincter.  'I'd forgotten how fuckin' huge
he is.'  Travis bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as Nick slid in
until he was tickling Travis with his wiry pubes.

	"Damn," he murmured, "I should have had someone a little smaller
break me in.  It's been so long since I've done this, I'm not going to be
able to sit down for a couple days.'

	Travis grinned, recalling the last time his brother had fucked him,
three times actually, during one long night, and how, when he got home, he
found that Nick's sperm will still draining out of his hole.  'It was so
hot,' Travis thought, recalling how, he'd stripped out of his underwear and
sucked on the fabric, trying to capture all of his brother's jiz.  He'd
watched himself in the mirrored closet doors, as he lay on his back and
fingered his own hole, then suck the finger clean, over and over again.

	As Nick began to thrust harder, Travis imagined what it would be
like to be fucked by a group of young guys.  He imagined them all, standing
on the opposite side of the partition, playing with their erections as he
exposed his pink butt hole to them.  The first one, the most experienced,
he imagined, would kneel and rim him, getting his hole wet enough to be
penetrated.  The boy would then finger him, preparing him for his cock.

	He imagined himself urging the boy to hurry, but Nick had already
told him that neither he, nor any of the boys were supposed to talk.  Nick
had mischievously grinned.  "Some of the boys on the other side of the door
can be pretty young.  I don't want you to realize just how young they are."
He'd patted his brother's hand, amused by Travis' startled expression.
"Don't worry Travis, they're all old enough to deposit a load inside you.
But," he added, holding up a finger.  "I make no guarantee about how old
the guys are that you'll be fucking.  You'd be surprised at how well some
of 'em handle my weapon.  I've never had one not come back.  Hell, I've
about been worn out a few times, and all I had to do was lie on my back and
let the guys ride me.  Of course, I usually had my tongue up one of the
kid's butts while another one bounced on my dick."

	"How many guys are we talking about being here . . . to fuck me
. . . Travis had asked.

	"Oh, a dozen, easy.  Probably more.  All I have to do is get the
word out that a new guy wants boy-sperm in his butt hole, and you'll be so
full, you'll be draining it out for the rest of the day."  Nick grinned.
"Some of these guys are pretty good at sucking out all the jiz they and
their buddies have shot up your hole.  I had one guy, a father of one of
the boys actually, get filled up so much he didn't think he could hold any
more.  So, he squatted down and drained into the mouth of one of his own
sons."

	Travis had squirmed.  "Aw, shit, that is so hot.  I wonder if Glenn
or Kent would let me drain into their mouths."

	"The next time, my friend and all the boys came over, my friend's
youngest boy had the pleasure of sucking out all the boy-jiz from his
father's hole.  When he finished, his face was covered with slime, which
his father licked off as he tongue-raped his little boy's mouth."

	"For real?" Travis had asked.  His brother had nodded.

	"But, for a while at least, what you're here for is to be fucked by
as many anonymous guys who want a shot at your hole.  Some of 'em will be
young, some are in college, and a few are the fathers of the boys who will
have already deposited their sperm inside you.  Are you up for it?"

	"And, these guys, even the young ones, are okay with having me sink
my dick in them?"

	Nick had laughed.  "The young ones are the most voracious ones I've
ever seen.  They like showing off for their fathers, and they know that
their fathers like watching another man use their boy.  Hell, I've had Dads
bring their sons over specifically to watch me fuck them.  They don't want
to fuck the boy, they want to watch him get fucked.  It's so hot to put on
a show for a kid's father.

	"A dozen guys," Travis had murmured, imagining what it would be
like for twelve . . . or more . . . anonymous boys and men to fuck him.

	"It's not always me fucking someone though," Nick added.  "Lots of
times, the boys want to fuck me."  He grinned.  "I love that too."  He'd
leaned closer in the restaurant, where he'd been telling Travis of what he
might expect, and lowered his voice.

	"One of the hottest times, is when a police officer friend of mine
and his two boys come over for the day.  We all switch off.  The boys will
fuck us, then we'll do the boys, then the boys will watch their father and
I kiss and suck butt and fuck.  Most times, we'll play all day long.  My
friend says they'd be over at the house every weekend, if the boys had
their way.  The next time, they're bringing along another guy, and his two
sons."  Nick had smiled.  "They're planning on spending the night, and
damn, what a weekend that's gonna be."

	"Fuck," Travis had murmured, adjusting his erection, hoping no one
in the restaurant was watching.  "That'd be so hot to be part of.  It's too
bad I don't have that sort of relationship with my boys."

	"You told me you fooled around with both of 'em."

	Travis nodded.  "Yeah, but there's a difference between fooling
around and fucking, and watching as other men fuck my boys."

	Nick's pounding of his ass was becoming frantic.  'He's about ready
to pop,' Travis thought, a moment before Nick lurched one final time then
began pulsing a huge load up his brother's hole.


~ to be continued ~

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Roy Reinikainen
roynm@mac.com