Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 11:25:51 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 5 Incest: brothers (b/b/b oral anal urination) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young brothers and what they discover together. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I'm grateful for the many responses! The responses help me assess various options for a story, and I do listen to readers. I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com This story will conclude with the Chapter 6. And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 5 The three boys lay together, naked, on Jack's bed, recovering from the sex they'd all enjoyed. Legs tangled together -- two larger teen legs, one pair of pale eight-and-a-half year old legs, and one pair of dark, creamy chocolate legs -- they were quiet for a while. Jack's cock was still a bit tender, and Bruce was slowly toying with his little peter. But the other little peter -- the dark brown one -- was stiffening. Charlie was stroking his little tool and remembering all the good feelings that started there. He'd never had so much fun with his peter! His best friend and his brother had shown him so many new things, they were all swimming around in his head. He didn't want to get out of bed. But he was feeling a pressure that couldn't be denied anymore. He hadn't peed since before lunch, and he really needed to go. "I got to pee," he said quietly. Jack reached over and stroked the boy's dark hair. "Okay. Brucie, let's go with him." "I just went..." Then Bruce remembered that Jack had promised some more fun in the bathroom; maybe this was it. He grinned. "Yeah. Okay." Jack led the way, and the two little boys behind him watched his ass cheeks as he walked. Bruce reached out and slapped one, and the boys laughed. When Jack got to the bathroom, he walked by the toilet and stepped into the shower stall. Bruce was grinning from ear to ear in anticipation, and Charlie looked uncertain about what was happening. "I... I really have to go," he said. And he cupped a hand over his little peter as though trying to keep his pee in. "This is the way Bruce and I pee sometimes," Jack said, and he sat down with his back to a corner wall. He looked at Bruce. He'd let him decide if he wanted to get into the shower with Jack or stand next to his little buddy. Bruce stepped into the shower, but he reached back and pulled Charlie in beside him. "It's a pee shower," Bruce giggled. "With lots of warm water!" Charlie's face showed, first, confusion and then, finally, an understanding of what the brothers meant. But surely not... But why was Jack sitting on the floor of the shower...? "Charlie, it's just another way we have some fun, us boys," he grinned. He spread is legs, and his cock was almost back to six-and-a-half inches in anticipation. "Bruce - show him how." Bruce pointed his little peter at his big brother, stepped closer, and dribbled a few drops of his pee, and then a more powerful stream shot out and landed right on Jack's chest. Charlie's eyes got big -- peeing on Jack? But he didn't have much choice. He needed to pee really bad. He stood a little closer, too, and waited for his peter to begin. There was hardly more than a single drop before his own little stream flowed strongly from his peter. Bruce reached over and held Charlie's peter up a little bit, so his pee could reach Jack. Jack raised his chest as he received brother's gift of pee; he watched the tiny peehole of the little dick as it widened and quickly spewed out boypee, hitting the teen right on the chest. He looked at Charlie's face and saw the boy's confusion. He smiled as his brother aimed his friend's peter for him. And a second stream of warm pee came from the little dark peter, hitting him right next to where Bruce had aimed. Charlie watched in amazement as the teen's chest was quickly covered by the yellow water from the two boys. He watched it flow down Jack's chest, belly, and into the few pubes starting to grow there. Some of it -- Bruce's? his? -- continued to flow down to the teen's big dick, wetting it so much it glistened. Charlie grinned tentatively, then he smiled broadly. Doing this right after the fun they'd all had in bed only intensified the fun! He giggled as Jack moved his big dick aside so the boys could watch their pee cover his balls. Bruce moved his stream over to one of Jack's nipples, so Charlie followed his lead and aimed the the other nipple. Jack groaned in pleasure as his sensitive nipples were attacked by the warm boypee from the peters he'd just enjoyed in bed. Too soon, the pee flow lessened and stopped, only a few drops dripping down from the boys. Jack winced a bit as he kneeled down -- the shower floor was hard! -- but he wanted to say thank you. He moved to Bruce first and leaned in to kiss his peter. Then he looked up at Charlie's grin and kissed the chocolate peter, too. Charlie realized Jack had tasted some of their pee, too, and he wondered what that would be like. "Bruce, looks to be like you need a shower, little buddy." Jack stood and traded places with his brother. Charlie watched them change places and realized that his best friend was about to get peed on by his big brother! That excited him, and he felt his peter grow a bit. His eyes were on Jack's big dick when the stream started, and Charlie was down on the floor almost before the pee hit Bruce's chest. He grinned his "okay, me too" grin up to Jack and watched the big dick move slowly until it was pointed at him. The moment the warm yellow water hit his chest, Charlie sighed deeply. So warm! He watched the water wet his dark brown chest and belly and drip off his brown peter. So warm! Jack moved his dick back to his brother, but Charlie quickly moved to sit across Bruce's legs so he could share the pee with him. Jack laughed as the two young boys played together in his piss, washing each other with it, rubbing the pee all around each other's chests and peters. The boys were giggling. Jack watched the two of them play together even after his stream had stopped. "Okay, guys," Jack laughed. "The piss party's over." He turned the shower on and let the warm water flow over him. The boys watched; Jack's body seemed to glisten with the water that covered it. Flowing over his shoulders, down his back, over the two ass cheeks, and down his legs. When he turned, the water had covered his chest and made his nipples hard. It was washing over the hairs at his groin and running off his dick. Jack smiled, knowing that he was being admired by the boys. He stepped aside, and the boys walked together into the showering water. They turned in opposite directions, moved their hands all over themselves, and played like little boys play. Jack watched the water cover them, watched their little asses, watched their tiny nipples, watched their little peters. But it was the chocolate boy who got most of this attention this time. Reflecting the light from the room, his brown little body glowed. He let the boys play and watched as they rubbed each's other back and ass, then each other's chest and dick. He finally reached over and turned the water off. "Aw..." Bruce complained. "Enough play for now. Here's some towels." The got back to the bedroom and crawled onto the bed. Charlie suddenly froze and asked, "What time is it? My mom's going to pick me up before supper!" "No, she's not," Bruce grinned. "When I went out and said 'hi' to her, I asked her if you could eat supper here. She said okay and said she'd pick you up at 8:00." "Guess you're going to have to eat with us, little guy," Jack smiled. The boys giggled. "My two favorite dishes are right here in this room," Jack continued, "one vanilla and one chocolate." He felt a sudden quivering inside him. "And, OO fuck! I'm getting hungry right now!" Maybe it was the talk about eating. Maybe it was the recollection of two little boybutts bouncing as they walked or glistening the the shower. But Jack knew exactly what he was hungry for! He couldn't explain to the boys. They might not understand, and he wasn't even sure that he did. He picked up Charlie by the waist and arranged him on all fours on the bed. Then he got behind the little boy and began to caress his small, brown asscheeks. Charlie lay his head down between his arms; he wanted to give Jack anything teen wanted. The hands on his butt were warm. He felt his two cheeks massaged in opposite directions; he remembered the good feeling he had when Jack was pressing his butthole when he was being sucked before. He felt his cheeks pulled apart gently. Jack was awed by the little brown butt, the two cheeks he manipulated carefully, but, most of all, but the sight of a very dark chocolate butthole that peeked out at him. The wrinkled skin holding it closed was almost black; the skin around it looked soft... tasty... He leaned in. He smelled a scent he'd not noticed before. Some soap from their shower. Then, under it, another deeper, more musky scent he couldn't name. But his lust for this beautiful boy overcame him. Without thought, he leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating aroma, and licked once at the dark rose. Charlie jumped and raised his head when he felt... a warm, wet sensation back there, on his... butthole. One taste of the chocolate boy let Jack know he had to have more. His tongue washed over the tight hole, then around and around it, each movement, each taste more exciting than the last. He licked up over the little hole, then down, up and down. He moved his tongue as though it were a finger -- a finger that could feel the softness, the tightness, the heat; a finger that could taste the tang of a boy. Jack's cock stiffened, but he wasn't even aware of it. He grasped Charlie's hips with both hands and shoved his face into the boy's rear, eating and licking that one, last, forbidden place... Charlie couldn't help but wiggle his butt, trying to fasten it to the face feasting on it, offering everything to the teen eating and licking. "Oooooo...oooooo... ooooooo..." Over and over, the boy music filled the air as his little ass was eaten. Jack pointed his tongue and pressed at the tight hole. Why did he want in so badly? He didn't know and didn't care. The scent, the taste, the motion, the feel of boybutt against his cheeks and young asshole at his lips were all he needed to know. He pushed his tongue and felt that tiny little rosebud give just a bit. He wanted in, didn't he? Yes! He had to eat his way inside this beautiful boy... Moving his tongue again, the entrance refused to open to the attack. It seemed to draw even tighter. At first Bruce didn't understand what was happening. When he heard Charlie's loud moans of pleasure, he knew. His own peter stiffened. Jack grunted a muffled "Uh!" when he felt something at his own asshole. Of course! Little Brucie wanted inside, too. Inside his teen brother. Little Brucie was licking, moving his tongue around, exploring a place that wasn't supposed to be explored at all. Almost unconsciously, Jack pressed his ass back toward his little brother as his tongue continued to pleasure the boy in front of him. He removed his tongue from Charlie's ass, trying not to dislodge his own ass from Bruce's mouth. He licked a finger and pressed it gently against the tight brown entrance. He moved it around in little circles, each time pressing a little more insistently. "Ooooooo Jack... put it in... put it in..." Charlie didn't understand why he wanted more; he just wanted more. Jack pressed again, the the tight ring gave a little, allowing him to insert the tip of his finger. A little more pressure, and he was in to the first knuckle. He felt lightheaded. He was touching the little boy inside! He felt the deeper heat, the moisture, and tightness surrounding his finger. He pressed slowly. Charlie was moaning, but it didn't sound as if he wanted it to stop. The boy moaned louder for a moment as the finger entering him forced the second ring open. He thought of telling Jack that it hurt, but if he said that Jack would stop. And he didn't want this to stop! "Bruce," Jack said hoarsly. "Run into the bathroom and get that handlotion." Jack had discovered another use for handlotion, but he hadn't shared that with his little brother yet. He'd soon find out. Jack took the bottle of lotion from his brother and pulled his finger almost all the way out. He squeezed some lotion on his finger and around the hole, and he began to work his finger back in. Charlie's moans were quieter now, but Jack could feel that the boy was completely relaxed. He began to slowly fuck his finger in and out, in and out. His cock throbbed. Bruce watched with wide eyes as his brother entered Charlie's ass. He'd seen the pictures of men doing it -- fucking -- but he hadn't known boys could, too. He watched the finger slide in and out, in and out. He listened to Charlie's sounds, now obviously sounds of deep pleasure. Jack kept the motion of his fuckfinger slow, in and out, and the tight opening swallowing his finger mesmerized him. He looked down at his cock. He wanted, more than anything else in the world right now, to fuck this little brown beauty. Shove his hard cock into a place where nothing like it had ever been. He dribbled some lotion on his cock and spread it around with his hand while his other hand continued the fucking. Jack carefully removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at the dark hole, now completely closed. He pushed. Charlie almost screamed in pain. Jack quickly pulled his cock away, knowing that there would be too much pain for the little boy if he shoved his cock in. He was so disappointed that he sank back on his haunches for a moment, leaving Charlie's butthole free of any invaders. He couldn't, Jack knew. He sighed deeply. Then he looked into Bruce's face, so close to his friends butt, attentive to every motion. He looked disappointed, too. Jack took Bruce's hand and placed one of the fingers at Charlie's entrance and gently pushed. Bruce gasped at the sensation when his finger silde in almost completely. Jack held Bruce's hand in place and slowly pushed and pulled his brother's fuckfinger in and out of the dark asshole. "Charlie" Jack said quietly; "This is Brucie fingering your hole now. And he wants to stick his peter in." Charlie forgot the momentary pain and was immediately excited that his best friend might do it -- put it in. "Yea..." he groaned. Bruce's face was both confusion and excitement. Was Jack going to let him... help him...? Every part of him, including the finger already inside Charlie, trembled at the prospect. Yes, he wanted that! To fuck his best friend? To stick his peter into him? Yes! Bruce traded places with Jack, then returned Bruce's finger to the hole, now eagerly awaiting it. Charlie sighed deeply when he felt it return. Bruce watched as Jack dribbled some lotion on his little three-inch peter and stroked it. He drew his breath in deeply. The combination of seeing his own finger fucking his friend and seeing his big brother lube up his peter made his insides quiver. Without saying a word, Jack pulled the hard little peter with one hand and pressed his brother's ass with the other, getting him positioned just right. He carefully placed the tip of Bruce's little dick right on its target. Bruce trembled at the touch. "Just do what I tell you, Brucie," Jack whispered. "Push your dick in a little bit, right at the hole." Bruce wasn't sure he had even that much control! He let Jack hold his peter in place with two fingers as he moved his hips inward. Did Charlie's butthold give just a little? There was a new warm sensation at the end of his peter. At Jack's encouragement, Bruce pressed a little more. He wished he could see his peter at work! Now there was more of that new sensation but, at the same time, a new tightness around his dickhead. He wasn't in, then. At least, not all the way. "Charlie, when Bruce presses in, you press out -- like you're taking a dump." Charlie heard the words through a fog, but he understood what he was to do. His hole felt stretched so wide already! He waited for some sign to begin. He felt the little cockhead at his hole move just a fraction. He grunted with the effort of pressing his insides down. And then he cried out. "O O O O O It hurts hurts hurts!" "Freeze!" Jack ordered Bruce, who immediately stopped all pressure. "But stay in place," Jack said. Jack moved forward to lay his head down at Charlie's head. The boy had his eyes tightly closed; his face was tight. "Just hang in there, Charlie. It hurts, I know, but the pain will go away, and pretty soon it will feel fantastic." He brushed his fingers across Charlie's soft cheek. "If you want, Bruce can pull out now." Charlie opened his eyes. "Noooo... don't stop..." "Whenever you tell us, we'll stop. Understand?" Charlie nodded his head. Jack moved back to kneel at Charlie's ass. He couldn't see Bruce's peter at all. But that didn't mean he was all the way in. "Slow," he instructed his brother; at the same time he reached under Charlie and found his peter. It was limp. He began to stroke and massage it. The determination on Bruce's face showed that he was moving, at least a little bit. And the stiffening of the little brown peter in Jack's hand meant that Charlie was getting into it. Jack stroked, making his fingers brush across Charlie's little balls. Charlie began to moan again. But Jack was right. The pain was going away. In its place was... in its place... something altogether new for the boy, something for which he had no words. The peter... Bruce's peter inside him... making him feel so full... Knowing that Bruce was fully in now, Jack motioned for him to slowly begin a fucking movement, pulling out a little bit and then pushing in again. Bruce was breathing deepy, almost all of his attention focused on the three-and-a-half inches connecting him and his buddy. But he began to move. Slowly. He felt his peter slide back along the slick tunnel of Charlie's ass, and he couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of it. The head of his peter pressed the tunnel open again when he pushed back in, a very different but immense pleasure surrounded this dickhead as it slid down the silky tunnel. Charlie found himself moving with Bruce. There was so much indescribable pleasure centering on his ass right now! At first his movements were awkward, and once Bruce's peter almost slipped out. But he soon developed a natural rhythm, the ageless rhythm of fucking. He pushed back when Bruce pushed forward. He pulled back when Bruce pulled outward. Back and forth, in and out. They moved slowly at first, getting used to the movements and the sensations. Then they gradually began to increase the speed of the fucking. Jack sat back on his haunches, though keeping one hand on Charlie's stiff peter and trying to match the rhythm of the fucking in front of him. He saw that Bruce's eyes were half closed, his mouth agape. He watched his brother's belly expand and contract with his heavy breathing. Soon he heard the little slap as skin met skin. Charlie moaned loudly. So did Bruce. The boys were in an ectasy they'd never dreamed of; they were entering a higher plateau of sex that few boys get to know. They were fucking. Jack sighed at the beautiful sight. And in longing, too -- longing to feel what his little brother was feeling right now. The slapping got louder and faster. No one had to tell the boys what to do now. Their instincts took over. It was as if the fucking dick and the ass being fucked were the ones in control. In and out, faster, as deep as Bruce could manage. Charlie was now shoving his ass back on Bruce's dick, almost violently. And Bruce rammed into the ass of his buddy just as hard as he could. "AWWwwwww yeaaaa... ooooooo fuck fuck yeaaa..." "Oooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaa uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jack heard two boy soprano voices singing an unrehearsed duet of sexual ectasy, the sounds moving higher and higher as the orgasm of each boy began. Jack continued jacking on Charlie's brown peter and felt it stiffen suddenly and begin its dance in his hand. At the same time, Bruce felt Charlie's already-tight ring choke his peter and initiate his own dry come. Their movements -- one fucking for the first time and the other a virgin -- became erratic and irregular; there was simply no control over their bodies now. They jerked and bumped and bucked as their young bodies exploded and overwhelming sensations they'd never imagined overcame both of them. Their thin voices wavered and faded. Their bodies were exhausted. Their minds were almost blanked out with the force that had taken them over. Charlie collapsed onto the bed, and Bruce fell with him. Their limbs were still trembling. And Jack looked with amazement at the two eight-year-olds. In a matter of minutes, they had experienced what Jack had been fantasizing about for a long time. Both now knew what cock and ass felt like when the climax hit. Jack was left with a hard cock in his hand. So he made the best of the situation and jacked off over their prostrate bodies, creating lines of teen cum across them. After time for reveling in the afterglow, the boys headed for the shower once again. Because of both their exhaustion and the time, they rushed through the shower and dressed hurriedly. In a matter of minutes, Charlie's mother would expect to pick him up. They paused together at the front door while they waited for the car's horn. Bruce put his arms around Charlie for a big hug, and they wound up kissing with the kind of enthusiasm only young boys who have discovered boylove could. Charlie turned to the teen. "Jack," he began, "can I come over again sometime? Please?" As the horn sounded, Jack hugged the beautiful little chocolate boy and assured him, "Yes." Charlie went through the door quickly. The brothers were alone again. "Let's get something to eat, littie buddy." Jack led the way into the kitchen and popped a pizza into the microwave. Bruce helped him get the laundry out of the dryer, and then they ate. With his mouth full of pizza, Bruce asked, "You... you wanted to fuck Charlie up there, didn't you?" "Yeah, Brucie," Jack said, putting his arm around the shoulders of his brother. "I was thinking about it." They headed for the stairs and their bedroom. "Well," Bruce responded on the way up, "I'm glad you didn't." "Sure you are. So you got to fuck him," Jack grinned. Bruce turned on the stairs to face him. "That's not what I mean," he said. "I... I didn't want you to fuck him, because... because I wanted to be the first boy you fucked. Me." Jack stepped up to him and put his arms around Bruce. He was silent for a moment. "That makes me feel really good, Brucie." "Jack," Bruce said, his voice muffled with his face buried in Jack's chest. "Jack, I want you to fuck me. Please." Jack again pictured his big hard cock at the tight hole of little Charlie; Bruce's entrance would be just as tight. But he yearned for it, too, plunging his cock into the young body he was holding. They still had a good deal of the night left... "Come on upstairs, Bruce," he said. "Let's put the laundry away... and get out of these clothes."