Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 19:50:52 -0800 From: joe hikin Subject: your brother part 2 The next day was awkward between Jim and me. Neither of us said anything about what had happened in Tom's room. I felt a bunch of different ways about what I'd done the day before. That we'd jerked off together, I didn't much worry about. I know guys do that -- I'd heard friends mention that kind of thing happening on camping trips and overnights -- but the way I'd gone for Tom's big cock, the way I'd jerked on it and then dove down, sucking him off in front of his friends and brother, well, that concerned me a bit. It turned me on to think about it, and I sure had jerked off that night in bed, remembering the way it felt and tasted, the way he'd begged me not to stop, held my head and throbbed in my mouth as the cum flooded in. I knew that I wasn't completely gay, since I got turned on by photos of women's tits, asses and cunts, and when I'd made out with girls and felt their bodies, I got hard and wanted to do more. But sucking a guy off and letting him come in my mouth - and when his still-spurting cock popped out of my mouth, the fact that I took it back in - that seems like, well like pretty damn gay. OK, so bi, I was bi maybe. But I couldn't be bi, or could never admit it - too weird. I decided that possibly it was just a one-time thing. Must have been some strong weed, got me really stoned and I was just so freaking horny that I just went a little nuts. Maybe everybody would just forget about it. I'd stay away from Tom, his porn and his friends for a while and it'd be cool. I needed to find a date anyway, get with a girl and get it on. "Let's go to the beach, Jim. Can we go to the club?" His family had a membership at a beach club that had a pool and tennis courts. It wasn't fancy, kind of old school and nice, a little rundown. "There are always chicks there, man, lets do it." "Yeah, we can go to the club. You got your bathing suit?" "No, and I don't want to go all the way home for it. Can I wear one of yours?" "OK. I left one in the bath-house last time, you can wear that," he said as he went to his room to put his suit on. We walked the few blocks down to the beach. It was a hot day and when we got to the club, Jim headed straight for the pool while I went to change. The bath-house was a wooden building with a long U-shaped hallway and rows of doors leading to the members' private changing rooms. I had always liked the bath-house, the way it smelled like sun-baked wood and sea, the slatted walls and doors that let the light and air in, the sandy floor under bare feet. I found Jim's family's changing room and latched the door behind me to get changed into a bathing suit. Now that I was at the pool, I couldn't wait to get in the water. I stripped off my shirt and jeans, socks and shorts and looked around for the suit Jim had left there. Something about that place had always sort of turned me on -- maybe it was because all around you there were people changing into swim wear, getting naked in these adjoining rooms. Even the floor boards were slightly spaced apart so the sounds of rustling clothes, quiet voices, and squeaking doors floated through. It was like getting naked in a group, but you couldn't see each other. I found Jim's suit, kind of stiff the way clothing gets when you hang it up wet with salt water. I grabbed it off the hook and shook out the sand, but now I had a half-hard dick and couldn't go out like that. Of course, as soon as I wished my semi would go away, that only made it harder until it was a full-on boner. Waiting it out wasn't an option, I'd be in there forever. Just thinking about jerking off made it throb and stiffen even more so that I had no choice. I'd just have to make it quick. I wished I had one of Tom's magazines, I could bring myself off in under a minute looking at that explicit porn. I started stroking my hard cock while walking naked around the small room, looking for something, maybe some sort of lube. There were plenty of clothes on hooks and shelves, and rummaging around I found a couple of jocks. Jocks were another thing that aroused something in me, I guess because they are so specifically male. Like the way a bra is made only for breasts -- and they turned me on too. These must have been Tom's; if Jim ever wore a jock, I would have seen it at some point. Tom played tennis at the club, so maybe he wore them for that, to keep himself from bouncing around too much on the courts. One looked new and clean, but the other had clearly yet to be washed after the last game. I could feel my brain start to lose reason in the force of the lust that was spreading from my pulsing erection, and glancing at the door to be sure it was latched, I stepped into the clean jock and held the other one to my face, breathing in the sweaty scent. There was a bottle of tropical tanning oil on the shelf and I quickly squirted some into my hand. I reached into the jockstrap I was wearing and slid my greased hand over my erect shaft, the red swollen head. I wasted no time in finding a rhythm, stroking my cock while I smelled and tasted Jim's big brother's worn jock. I felt pretty dirty and perverted, but that only got me harder and I jerked faster. So much for staying away from guy stuff and sticking to girls, I thought as I remembered the nice thick cock I'd sucked and was now smelling traces of in that jockstrap. The oil felt great and the combination of my lubed hand, the smell of coconut oil and sweaty athlete got me there fast. My hips thrust forward and I came into the jock I wore. My cock throbbed and throbbed, and the thick cum oozed through the fabric, dripping onto the wood floor. I stifled my grunts of pleasure with Tom's old jockstrap, and once I'd stopped coming, pulled off the other one and wiped myself off with it. I put the jocks back on the shelf as my erection faded and pulled on Jim's bathing suit. I needed to get to the pool and cool down and not to think about the cocks that had been held by the jock I'd just taken off and the suit I was now wearing. Hurrying down the hallway I nearly ran smack into Tom, who was headed for the changing room with a tennis racket in his hand. "Hey kid," he said with a smile, "thanks again for yesterday. That was so cool." He said it so natural, so nice, it was like he was thanking me for helping him fix his car or something. "Yeah, okay," I managed to get out, the tingle of the climax I'd just had still with me. I was also shocked that he would talk about what we'd done so publicly, so matter-of-fact. I was glad though that he obviously didn't feel weird about it, but as I left the bath-house into the bright sunlight I remembered the spot of fresh semen that I hadn't wiped up on the floor of their changing room, and the cum-soaked jock I'd put back on the shelf. Tom was headed for the courts - he had his racket with him - and when he went to put on his clean jock and found the pouch all sticky with my stuff... busted again. Nothing I could do now though. Get in the pool! I dove into the cool blue water and stayed under for as long as I could, calming myself down. Jim and I swam around for a while, jumping and diving, looking at the girls and hoping they were looking at us. The pool, I realized, was a good place to check out chicks, but maybe not the best for meeting and actually talking to them. Too much self consciousness about how your bodies look in not very much clothes. Plus, for guys there's the ever-present fear of getting hard and showing tented shorts. We did end up meeting a couple of girls we knew, and they asked if we wanted to go down to the beach to swim. It was nice walking down there with them, talking about movies and stuff, sneaking looks at their tanned bodies. There was some surf, so we all ran into the waves, pushing each other and laughing. Jim and I dove under and grabbed at their legs to scare them a bit. They yelled to stop, but you could tell they liked the attention, and we ended up in a sort of wrestling pile at the edge of the water, covered in sand. I couldn't really tell who's body was on top or under me with the waves breaking on us, and I didn't really care either -- it was just fun to be with friends in the sun and surf. After a while though, my horny brain started to send messages to my dick and I had to run back into deeper water to hide my erection. We swam a little longer, but the girls had to go, so we walked back to the club with them and made plans to maybe meet up later. Jim and I needed to rinse the sand and salt off before changing and heading home for dinner, so we hit the men's shower room. We stripped off our wet suits and waited for the spray to get warm. While we showered, Jim talked about the girls, how hot they were, how we might get together later and maybe get some action. "Yeah, I can tell you liked them," I said, looking over to see his thickening dick start to rise, "but they're not here now so you better calm that thing down, buddy. Someone comes in here and they might get the wrong idea." "Fuck 'em if they do. Nothing wrong with a guy expressing himself. Anyway, I see guys in here all the time with hard-ons. In fact, I see one right now," he nodded towards my cock, which was also definitely growing. I had gotten hard in shower rooms before, and had always grabbed my towel and made a quick exit, trying to cover myself. But Jim didn't seem to feel a need to hide his boner, and it did feel pretty cool to follow his lead and just let my boner wave free as I soaped up my body and stood under the hot spray. I felt kind of proud of it actually -- I had a good sized cock and so did my buddy and we didn't care who saw them at their best. Of course, there wasn't actually anyone else there to see them, but still, I felt good, healthy, and...horny again, damn it. "Sword-fight!" Jim shouted as he turned towards me, slapping his thick cock against mine with a wet smack. I swiveled my hips and cock-slapped him back, both of our erections swelling and reddening from the contact. We played around like that a bit longer, hard young cock battering hard young cock, but eventually someone else came into the showers and we turned to face the wall, trying to hide our excitement and will our boners away. Turning the water temperature colder helped, and we finished showering and toweled off. "I bet my brother and his friends are getting high out by the tennis courts," Jim speculated, "Wanna catch a buzz?" I wanted to stay away from Tom and company for a day or two actually, so I tried begging off. "Naw, I feel kinda burnt, man." "Bullshit. You're coming," Jim said and grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the courts. "We're on vacation, and what are you so burnt out from? Just come on, if I show up alone, they'll tell me to get lost." As we got near the tennis courts we smelled weed, so Jim must have guessed right. The courts were empty when we got there, but Jim knew where they went out behind the equipment shed to get stoned between games. There was a little trail into the woods there and sure enough, when we were only a few yards in we heard them and smelled the pot even stronger. But when we came into a small clearing in the trees, Tom, Steve and Bill weren't passing the joint anymore. All three of them had their cocks out and were slowly stroking themselves to stiffness. Bill's dick stuck out from his fly, but both Tom and Steve had lowered their shorts to halfway down their thighs. Around Tom's thighs was also the jock I'd cum into, and his growing cock was shiny and wet-looking. They hadn't seen us coming yet and as we approached I heard a little of their conversation. "Yeah, so he was coming out as I was going in to change and when I put this jock on, it was all full of cum. At first I was kinda freaked out, but then I realized that it felt really good, especially when I moved around. Running around on the court was getting me super worked up, like I was fucking my own wet jock! I had such a boner, I just thought why not hit the woods for weed and wank, right?" The guys clearly agreed, since they were in fact standing there jerking off with him, hard as poles. "Had to be that friend of Jim's, jerking off in our changing room. Not that I've never jerked in there before. That place always gets me horny for some reason. Wonder why he had to use my jock for clean up though? Hey, speak of the little devil," he caught sight of us, "C'mere, kid, I wanna ask you something." "We wanted to get some of that joint, is all," Jim said, though the bulge in his shorts, and mine, said that getting high wasn't the only thing we might be interested in doing out here. "Yeah," I added lamely. "Well, we just finished it," Bill told us, then turned to Tom and Steve, "But now that they are here, let's do a circle jerk. Let's do the cum-slick one!" "Oh yeah. Damn that's the best, especially with five guys," Steve said, all the while pulling on his big cock and holding his balls in his other hand. Jim and I were the only ones not masturbating at this point, but we quickly pulled our shorts down and began stroking or hard-ons with the guys. "OK," Tom said, "you guys know how to play cum-slick?" We had moved in together close, five guys shoulder to shoulder in a circle with boners pointing to the middle. I could feel the movement of the arms on either side of me, smell the sweat and sex of these guys, see their hard, throbbing cocks, but I couldn't speak, my mouth was so dry and my mind was abuzz with arousal. Jim must have been in the same state, because he didn't say anything either, just stood there next to me. For the second day in a row we were jerking off together. Why was this happening now, I thought, and why hadn't we been doing this all along? I was suddenly so turned on that if there hadn't been a guy on either side of me holding me up, I think I would have fallen over. "I'll take that as a no," Tom said to our silence, "Cum-slick starts like a regular circle jerk. Right or left, guys?" he asked his buddies. "Left." they said together, then stoned-giggled. "OK, left it is. Everyone grab the guy to your left," Tom instructed as he reached for mine, replacing my right hand with his left. I reached for Jim's nice dick with my left, he took Steve's in hand, Steve did Bill and Bill wrapped his fist around Tom's big dick. We all started stroking the next guy's hard-on. I'd never touched Jim's before and it felt smooth and hard in my hand, and looked cool the way the foreskin slid up and over the red head. Tom's firm grip felt just right on my pulsing boner and we all began jerking each other slowly off. "So how this is different from a regular circle jerk is that you try to get the guy on your left, the guy whose cock you are now jerking, to come before you do. Reason is that when he does, you get to aim his jizz onto your dick and the guy jerking you can then use it to lube your cock and keep jerking you all slippery with the best lube ever. It's so good, right kid?" he said, looking right at me and stroking my cock faster. "It's the best jerk-off cause everyone really tries to do their guy as good as they can so they can get some of that slippery stuff on their own cock." "Nothing makes ya come like cum!" I surprised myself by blurting out. They all looked at me and the hands stopped moving for a few beats. I felt really stupid, but then they all cracked up and we started working our assigned cocks again, jerking our buddies just as good as we knew how. It was instantly my favorite game. I liked the feel of the shoulder moving rhythmically on either side of mine, the sight of hands pumping smooth skin over stiff shafts and the expressions of purpose on the face of every guy. I was turned on by the sound of skin slapping softly on skin, the manly smell we were making, and of course, by the way Tom was expertly jerking my hard cock. "Using two hands is allowed," he said as he cupped my swaying balls in his right hand, turning towards me slightly and asking, "Why did you use my jock to catch you cum in? I don't really mind, it felt good when I put the thing on, but there was plenty of other stuff in there to use. Why this?" He snapped the waist band of the jock I'd worn while jerking off earlier, which was now tight around his thighs. "Um, sorry. I don't know, I must have, like, just grabbed it. It felt good?" I asked. "Yeah, like you said, kid, nothing makes ya come like cum." He turned his focus to his work, stroking fully up and down the shaft of my boner. "I'm gonna get some more out of this dick soon, too." I think the thing I liked best was how natural and friendly it all seemed. It wasn't awkward and scary like the limited sex I'd had with girls had been. We didn't have to worry that we weren't doing it right. We all knew this stuff, knew just how it felt best. Hell, at jerking off, I think it is safe to say, we were experts. There was also sort of sweetness to our game, a spirit of helping a buddy out with something he really needed. It was a competition in only the friendliest sense -- there would be no winners or losers really, we were all going to get off and every guy was showing signs now of getting close. Our breathing was heavier and hips were starting to move as we thrust into the hands that held us in their grips. "Damn, Tom, your brother knows how to handle a cock." Steve moaned. "I'm almost there! Keep going Jim, don't stop. Oh shit...Yeah Jim, a little more. Aww yeah.... I'm gonna...." As his hips thrust forward, Jim aimed Steve's dick toward his own and pulled a few final times. Steve grunted and we all watched fascinated his cock was the first to come. Thick gobs spurted from his pulsing cock-head onto Jim's dick and my pumping hand. The warm semen was slippery and my hand slid sloppily over Jim's erection so that he gasped and bucked. My buddy's cock throbbed in my fist and I thought I was about to get the same treatment he'd just gotten from Steve, but it was Bill who signaled his climax next with grunt and curse. "Uungggghhhh....fuck!," Bill spit out as his boner strained and shot off. Since Steve had already come, instead of shooting Bill's cum onto his own dick, he skipped himself and aimed Bill at Jim. Now my hand was covererd in the loads of two guys and Jim's cock was coated in even more of the gooey stuff. A blast or two had missed Jim and was now dripping down my thigh. Tom was the only one of the three remaining players who didn't have his buddy's cum on him and he was looking to change that. Though he was doing me just right, giving my hard cock nice long strokes and gently squeezing my balls, I had a ways to go yet, probably because I'd come already that afternoon in the bath-house. He must have guessed at the situation since he did find the evidence in his jock. "After you come, you gotta step out of the circle," he said to Steve and Bill. "You got a lot of cum on you there, little brother. How about sharing some over here? Your buddy already came today, I know, I felt it in my jock. That stuff looks so good so I need some of that." Jim was now being asked to scoop up a handfull of cum off his own cock and my hand, and to then jerk his brother off with it. I wasn't sure he'd do it, I mean it is kinda weird to jerk your own brother off, but Jim must not have thought so. He dropped Steve's spent dick and got a good smear of semen from the back of my hand. Tom did likewise so he could lube me up too and we all stepped in a little to close the circle. Jim took Tom's boner into his slippery fist and began stroking him. Tom gasped, and immediately started thrusting, fucking Jim's hand with his swollen, throbbing cock. I looked at Jim and saw in his eyes a look of lust so intense it bordered on craziness. Tom had it too and I'm sure I did as well. The combination of the hand stroking each of us with slippery cum, and the feeling of a hard cock thrusting in and out of our hands was such a turn on. "Oh fuck yeah, Jim, you're making me come, bro!" Tom shouted out as his knees gave a little and he thrust into his brother's hand. Jim aimed the third load that day at his dick and Tom rewarded his efforts with spurts of warm semen. Tom gasped and groaned, leaning against me for support as he finished coming onto Jim's cock and my left hand. I couldn't take my eyes, or hands, off Jim's cock, completely covered now in the spunk of three guys. It was a slippery, sticky, and primally sexy thing to behold and feel. Tom slouched back and left just Jim and I still in the game. We turned to face each other, throwing our right arms over each other's shoulder while left hands were still moving on cum-slick cocks. "Just us now, buddy," I said quietly, knowing that neither of us would last much longer. Jim looked me in the eye and though he didn't say a word, a question passed between us and I understood -- I'd known him long enough that I could tell what he was asking: yesterday I watched you suck my brother off and today, will you please do that to me? And though before yesterday I never even thought about a cock in my mouth, other than wishing I could suck my own sometimes, I suddenly realized that yes, I would, that in fact I wanted to drop to my knees and take my buddy's cum covered cock into my mouth and get him off. As his brother and buddies watched, I slid down, his cock leaving a slime trail up my belly and chest until it slapped my chin and came to rest just touching my lips. I opened up and took him in, tasting the blend of semen covering his boner. I went all the way down on him swallowing a load's worth of cum though he hadn't even ejaculated yet. My lips were covered in cum too, and there was so much of it that it dripped down my chin. I started to work my mouth over Jim's hard cock, knowing that he would come soon and wanting to give him some good motion before he got there. I was jerking on my own cock too, of course, sliding my fist up over the slippery head, feeling very close myself. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guys watching and commenting on my performance, maybe thinking they were going to get blown by me sometime soon themselves. I must have presented quite a sight, on my knees sucking dick with cum, their cum, smeared all over my face! Had I become the cock-suckers for these guys, I asked myself as I bobbed on Jim's dick, their go-to guy when they needed to get off? Probably not, but right now I had Jim in my mouth and I liked way he was breathing hard, hips moving, balls pulled up tight. He started to moan sway and I had to put a steadying hand on his ass to keep him from falling. He thrust into my throat and I gagged a little, but went right back down on him so he'd know I was going to finish him off right, just like I had his brother. With no further warning him cock swelled in my mouth and he came. "Aaaaaaw, yessssss!" he hissed as his warm seed flowed into my mouth. "Oh, man, so good. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" My own cock throbbed and I spurted onto the ground as I tried to stay with Jim's jerking dick. He slipped from my mouth and shot a volley onto my neck and cheek before I could bring him back in. I was swallowing but there was a lot and it ran down from my lips as Jim spent himself. My own cock was still pulsing out cum as he softened slightly and his still-thick cock slid from my mouth. As I knelt there and squeezed that last from my tingling dick, Jim laid a grateful hand on my shoulder and the other guys moved in around me, slapping my back and congratulating me on a job well done. I felt good, among friends, and as I stood and wiped an arm across my mouth, like I really had won the game. I'd won this round at least, and if any of them wanted a rematch, I'd be ready.