Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 01:01:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Easter quickies

Easter quickies (b/b/b, M/b/b, anal, mast, inc)

by einhard


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is linked with the two "Christmas quickies" that
appeared on Nifty in December 2000 and January 2001 (in the "Young friends"
section).


I.

What a bummer! Here I was, set for a day's shopping, and I forgot the
shopping list! I have got to get a grip. I know we intellectuals are
supposed to be absent-minded, but there are limits. Nothing for it but to
take care of the groceries and then go back and find the list of the
remaining items, only to make another trip to get them. This meant leaving
my nephews Randy and Tom unsupervised a little longer than planned, which
was risky. They're troublemakers, those two. Fortunately, their buddy Sean
was with them, a guy who seemed a bit more level-headed.

I parked the car and got out. After the groceries were deposited in the
kitchen, I located the list and started to head out again. Tom, Randy and
Sean were nowhere in sight, which meant they were probably upstairs in the
twins' room, and hopefully staying out of mischief. I decided it would be
best to check on them, just to be on the safe side.

As I climbed the stairs, I was struck by the quiet. No music. Hmm! They say
that kids are always more likely to be up to no good when they're quiet than
when they're noisy. I walked along the carpet in the corridor and stopped
outside the room the boys share. And then I heard something.

"Oh, yeah, Randy! Keep goin'! That's so good!"

Sean's voice, but what the hell was he on about? I pushed down the door
handle, very carefully, and eased the door up just a crack. It was louder
now, but they weren't saying anything, just moaning. All of them, it seemed.
I opened the door just a little bit more. Nothing to be seen, which meant
they were probably on the beds. The boys' father had built a partition wall
in the room to shield the beds from the direct view of anyone standing in
the doorway. For privacy, he'd said, so that people wouldn't burst in on
them as they were dressing or undressing. Smart. I wish my dad had thought
of that when I was their age.

I pushed the door again, and stuck my head in. Nothing to see, but plenty to
hear. More moaning and some strange slapping and squishing sounds.
Distinctly odd. A step inside, and I could see. Not directly, but
indirectly. The boys had taken the big mirror off the wall and put it on top
of the chest by the far wall, directly opposite the bunk beds. And I saw
them!

All three were naked, and all were on their knees. It took a couple of
seconds to register, but it was pretty obvious what they were doing. Tom was
in front, Sean behind him (up close) and Randy behind him again (equally
close). Tom supported himself on his elbows, while Sean had a hold of his
hips. Randy was in the same position, except his hands were on Sean's hips.

The boys were having a three-way fuck! I couldn't see any genitals, but from
the way they were moving, there could be no doubt. I was totally paralyzed,
and could do nothing but watch the action. It soon ended.

"I'm gonna cum, Sean! Real soon! I'm gonna shoot my load up your ass, man!"
This was Randy.

"Yeah, kiddo! Just do it! I'm gonna cum, too, inside your big brother." Tom
is half an hour older than Randy, but Randy has always been the leader.

With a few more thrusts, both Randy and Sean began squealing. From the
noises they were making and the crimson of their faces, it was obvious they
were both unloading inside the asses that were clenching their young dicks.
Then, with a loud yell, it seemed Tom exploded, too.

"Man, that was the best, you guys!" panted Sean, a little while later. "You
seemed like you came hard, Tom."

"Sure did", came the older twin's voice from the bottom of the heap they had
formed. "This towel is really soaked. Making sperm is such a neat thing! And
this time it was so hot, almost like I had both of you inside me. We gotta
do this again!"

"Yeah, sure", mumbled Randy, sounding a little sleepy. "I'm not sure we have
time now, though. Uncle Will should be back in an hour or so."

"That's okay", said Sean. "You can come over to Billy's house tonight. He's
home alone, and I guess he and Charlie will be putting on a show. But we'll
give them something to watch, huh?"

The twins giggled. "Yeah!" they both exclaimed.

I shook myself out of my shock, and tiptoed out again, shutting the door as
quietly as I could. Thankfully, it didn't squeak or anything. Walking down
the stairs and out to the car, my mind reeled. Tom and Randy! Having sex!
Together! Well, maybe not together in the technical sense, but that was just
a...a technicality. It was outrageous! Appalling! Hot...

I started the car and took off, functioning on auto-pilot. As I gradually
became fully conscious, I felt pain in the area of my crotch. Of course! My
own cock was woefully trapped. A hard-on pointing downwards inside tight
briefs is not comfortable. I tried to adjust it from the outside, but it was
no good. Sticking my hand down the jeans didn't work either, it was just too
tight. At the first traffic light, I opened the button and pulled down the
zip. That helped me get hold of the seven-inch rod and point it upwards. It
didn't subside, though. The thought of what I had watched less then ten
minutes earlier, and the sight of the outline in my briefs just made me
hotter. Almost as if of it's own volition, my right hand moved inside the
briefs, the left controlling the wheel. I grabbed hold of the balls,
squeezing hard. I love that. It doesn't really hurt, either, not as long as
you make sure the pressure is evenly distributed.

It wasn't a smart move, though, because it only excited me more. The road
was becoming a bit blurry now, my mind a bit hazy. I tugged at the shaft a
couple of times and squirmed in the seat. Fuck! I needed to get off! Right
there! It was tempting to just start stroking it at once, but I figured I
would probably mess up my clothes as well as the car, which wasn't mine.

I searched the pockets of my jacket. Yes! I usually carry condoms handy, and
I located one. Quickly, I got it out of it's wrapping and put it on the
cockhead. I couldn't roll it all the way down the way I was sitting, but
that didn't matter. It only had to cover the head and an inch or two of the
shaft.

I put the thumb on top, just where the head and shaft meet, and the first
two fingers on the underside, then made small, rapid jerking motions. Oh
yeah! I was close. My balls were creeping upwards. Still trapped in my
underwear, they felt like they were disappearing inside me. Shiittt! I came
hard, jerking around in the seat. It was a struggle to keep my left hand
steady, but I did it, and the car stayed on the road.

It took a minute to get back to normal. More or less, anyway. Stupid! This
was no better than drunk driving. It was dangerous and simply not worth it.
Not only did my mind wander too much, my libido would take control of
whatever sense was left, as well.

I looked down. The tip of the condom was full of warm semen, which was
beginning to seep down to coat the whole of the head and part of the shaft,
too. Better get it off immediately, or else there would be a mess anyway. I
gently took it off, making sure as much as possible of my bodily fluids
stayed inside. When it was off, I unrolled it to it's full length and tied a
knot in it, putting the whole thing in my pocket. There was still a small
amount glistening on my prick, and on an impulse, I wiped it off with my
fingers, which I then licked clean. Gross!

I had reached the mall where I intended to do the shopping, and as I
searched for a parking spot, I managed to get the almost limp dick back
inside the briefs, pull up the zip and straighten the jeans.

Hurrying to get out of the rain, I decided that even though the events of
today would require careful thought, it would simply have to wait. The
shopping sure took me a while, though. For some reason, I was even more
distracted than usual.


II.

The shopping trip eventually ended, and when I got home, Sean had left. Tom
and Randy put up their most angelic faces as they greeted me and helped me
put the things away. We prepared a meal together and ate it. The boys were
chattering, as usual, while I stayed pretty quiet.

"There, that's everything in the dishwasher", I said after we'd finished up.
"Will you guys be staying in tonight?"

"We kinda thought we might hang out with Billy, Charlie and Sean for a
while, over at Billy's house", Randy answered.

Indeed? I knew what they'd be doing there, and my cock twitched a little.

"Billy? I don't know him, I think. Isn't Charlie the black guy who's a lot
older than you two?"

"He's only three years older, same age as Billy. And it's not like he's
gonna beat us up or anything. We've known all of these guys a long time. And
anyway, we won't be late, and there's no school tomorrow."

"He won't beat you up, but he might beat you off", I thought to myself. But
whatever my feelings, it wouldn't be reasonable to deny permission, not
without revealing that I knew what they got up to. And I felt reluctant to
do that.

So, around 7 p.m. they left, promising to be back by 10. Me, I just walked
around restlessly, feeling all hot and bothered. I sure hadn't expected any
of this when my sister asked me to look after her kids during Easter. I used
to worship the ground my big sister walked on. She's 18 years older, and she
always looked out for me. She didn't leave home to go to college, but chose
to take her education in our hometown. That way, she stayed with my parents
and me, and she could baby-sit a lot. She stayed at the same university
until she had her PhD, by which time I was seven. Then, she married and had
kids, but still stayed in the same neighborhood, allowing me to have contact
with her almost daily until I was ten years old. Randy and Tom were almost
two when she finally moved to take up a position at a university far away.
Boy, did I feel lonely. Now, she had recently become a tenured professor of
psychology, the same subject I was studying. And in the days just before
Easter, she was going to attend a conference, which she and her husband had
decided to combine with a short vacation. Just the two of them, a long way
away from the two menaces who were now my responsibility. And who were
probably getting their asses fucked off over at Billy's house.

The phone rang, startling me.

"Hello?"

"Hiya, squirt. This is your ever-lovin' big sister, speaking from the
gorgeous snowy hills of Alberta."

"Good evening, Professor Parker."

"What have you done now? Not that I don't love hearing my title, but you
only talk like that when you've messed up."

"I haven't, honestly. It's just that...Ah, never mind."

"What is it, Will?"

Damn, she knew me much too well.

"I guess it's probably nothing, but I allowed the boys to go over to that
Billy's house. And you know, he's a lot older. And this other older boy,
Charlie, he's there, and I worry that they'll do something they shouldn't."

Like getting their asses stuffed with big fifteen year old cocks.

"Is that all? Don't worry, I know Billy and Charlie. They're both good boys,
with a lot more sense than Randy and Tom. And anyway, I approve of them
being friends with bigger boys. It's protection."

Yeah? And how to they pay for that protection?

"Protection?"

"Sure. Life for kids their age these days is not Sunday school. So if they
hang around with bigger boys, there's extra safety in that. And believe me,
not many boys mess with Charlie. He's big, that one."

Big, huh? All over?

"But don't you worry that they'll do, you know, stuff?"

"Stuff? What kind of stuff?"

"You know, sexual stuff."

A loud guffaw came over the line.

"Is that what you worry about? They're doing it, and I'm not going to stop
them. At least they're doing it with each other."

"They are?"

Innocent me, pretending I didn't know. My right hand was doing it's own
thing again, rubbing the growing bulge in my pants.

"I hear them through the walls, you know. As far as I can tell, it's only
masturbation. It's perfectly natural. They've just hit puberty, and they're
close. Being twins, they grew up together, remember?"

Close. Sure. I knew that. I'd seen it. My zip was down by now, right hand
moving around inside my underwear.

"And if they're doing stuff with their older friends, it's not hurting them.
I read the signs, and those two are about as mentally stable and harmonious
as children their age can be. So don't you worry your pretty little head
about them. Anyway, I seem to remember you were pretty heavily into sexual
stuff when you were twelve."

"What?!" I practically yelled at her.

"Sure. I had eyes and ears in my head back then, too. Reading the signs.
It's what I do, after all. It's what psychologists have to do. You should
know that."

Yeah, sure.

"Okay, then, sister mine, I won't worry. Now tell me more about the
conference and stuff."

We spent another half hour chatting pleasantly about this and that, me
playing pleasantly with my dick all the while. As I hung up, I noticed the
time was 9:30. Not long before the boys were coming home. I imagined them
all in a heap, basking in the satisfaction of orgasm and the pleasant
feeling you get in your ass when a big cock just vacated it. I yearned for
that feeling again. Oh, for the hunks at campus! Or for one hunk in
particular, anyway.

I walked into the boys' room and sat down on the bed where I'd witnessed the
triple fuck the same morning. I leaned back so that I was almost lying on my
back. I stroked my cock slowly, thinking back to my last encounter with
Shaun, the guy I was having sex with most frequently. In fact, we were more
or less what you might call fuck buddies now, and most weekends we'd wind up
in bed. My slutty days seemed to be drifting towards their end. I even had a
feeling Shaun and I might find ourselves in love before long.

The slow, pleasant phase soon ended, and I only just had time to pull my
shirt up before the eruption splattered all over my chest and belly. I
allowed myself a little while to catch my breath, then hot-footed it into
the bathroom to wipe down before the boys returned.

As they came in the door, they looked like a couple of cats that had just
found a sure way of getting to the cream whenever they wanted it. Which I
guess they had.

III.

My consciousness was just returning to me. And what a nice way to wake up,
too.

"Mmmh, Shaun! That's good", I muttered. He was stroking my cock. Slowly,
just the way I liked it. Now he was putting it against his hole. Pushing
back. There. The head was inside, and I carefully pushed, entering deeper.
Oh yeah! I put my hand on his ass. Lovely. Smooth as a baby's. Smooth?

My eyes flew open.

"What the fuck?!" I meant to shout, but it came out more like a cross
between a croak and a whisper.

"Shh!" whispered Tom, pushing his ass against me.

"Be quiet, or Randy will hear us. He's in the shower."

"What do you think you're doing?" I whispered back.

"What do you think? I'm fucking myself on your big cock. You wanna help me
or what?"

"No way!" I whispered.

He reached between his own legs and grabbed my balls, pulling them until I
squealed just a little.

"I got a good grip here, and I'm not letting go. Now fuck me, or I'll really
hurt you, Uncle Will."

My mind reeled. Again. My cock, though, had a mind of it's own. It twitched,
causing Tom to respond with a slight clenching of his sphincter.

"Well, what's it gonna be?" He pulled some more. This really didn't feel
good. I like having them squeezed, but pulling is a different matter. As he
relaxed his grip just a little, I pulled out some, then pushed back in
again.

"Oh, yeah! That's so good, Uncle Will. You're bigger than any of the guys.
Fuck me more!"

The reeling mind seemed to disconnect entirely, leaving all control to the
other mind, the one that ruled between my legs. I planted one heel on the
mattress to gain some leverage and started a rhythm, fucking my young
nephew's ass the best I could. He was moaning and even squealing a little,
but no longer articulate. He let go of my balls and grabbed his own
four-incher with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.

I increased the tempo and strength, plugging him hard. My climax was
approaching.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Uncle Will. Are you close, too?"

I groaned out an affirmative.

"Oh, good! I bet you put out a lot. I want it all inside me. Uh! Oh! Yeah!"

I was beyond all reason now, just pumping my cock in and out of his
impossibly tight ass, wanting only release.

"Yeah! I'm cumming, Uncle Will. Shoot your load inside me. Do it! Now! Now!
Aaaaah!"

I shoved it deep inside him one last time, then just lay there as the
convulsions seized me, my sperm unloading deep within my nephew's bowels.

As I regained my breath, my eyes opened, and there was Randy! He was
standing stark naked in the door, a towel in one hand, water dripping down
his body.

"Wow! That was so hot!" He shook himself, and pointed an accusing finger at
Tom.

"You! You went for him on your own. I thought we agreed to do it together.
You are so dead, Tom!"

"But I wanted him so bad!" Tom pleaded. I was totally lost, and could only
stare from one to the other.

Randy took three paces forward, bent down and picked up the jar of lube that
was lying on the floor, obviously where Tom had left it. He scooped out a
liberal supply and smeared it all over his own cock, which by this time was
rock hard.

"Well", he said. "I haven't fucked anything for almost twelve hours. If
Uncle Will lets me inside him, I won't beat you up, Tom."

He walked round the bed and got into it from the other side.

"Think you can take my big one, huh, Uncle Will?" He shoved his short, thin
cock inside my ass in one hard shove. It would have been brutal if he'd been
bigger, as it was, it did hurt a bit, but not much.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, man. Just lay back and enjoy the ride, because I
think I can keep it up for quite a while this morning."

I don't know how they got me into this situation, but it sure promised to be
a different kind of Easter.


This story is copyrighted by me, Einhard, (c) April 2001. All rights
reserved.

Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com