Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 08:36:15 -1000 From: Chris Parker Subject: Kyle and his brothers 3 This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minors. If you are offended by such descriptions, read no further. If you are under 18 years of age, the laws of most states prohibit your reading this story. The author claims all copyrights to this story, and no duplication or publication is allowed, except by web sites to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. If you would like to comment on this story, please contact the author at the email address listed above. -------- This part got to be a little longer than I expected, so I decided to split it. What follows takes us through the rest of Sunday's events. The weekend will wrap up in Part 4. If you're enjoying this series, please let me know. I appreciate the comments I've gotten so far. -------- KYLE AND HIS BROTHERS, Part 3 Kyle came over to the bed and sat next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and asked, "are we having fun yet?" I put my hand between his legs and played with his nuts. "Hell, yeah," I answered. "You sure know how to treat a guest right." Jeff grabbed three more beers out of the fridge and put them on the table. "Another Dew, Sam?" he asked. Sam sat up and said, "yeah, but I gotta piss first." "Mind if I join you?" I asked him. "Be my guest," he answered, and we went into the bathroom. We stood next to each other in front of the toilet. I reached over and held his dick, then he took mine in his hand. As we pissed, we moved each other's dick around and made our streams swirl all over the toilet and cross through each other. Sam chuckled. He finished first, and rather than shake his dick, I stroked it, slowly at first, then faster. He did the same to me. My dick was wiped out, but I felt his start to get hard. "Damn," I said, "you really are a horny little bastard." "You know it," he replied. As we walked out of the bathroom, Sam was at half mast, a fact which did not go unnoticed by his brothers. "Looks like Sam's about ready," Jeff chuckled. "I'm always ready," Sam said, a smirk on his face. "Guess I'll have to wait for you old farts to catch up." Kyle lit up the second joint, and we passed it around. Once again, Sam didn't take much, and I didn't feel I needed much, either. Kyle and Jeff, on the other hand, sucked it up. We ate chips and drank a little more, and a thought popped into my head. "Hey Kyle," I said, "you haven't sucked me yet. Ever." "I was just thinking the same thing," he replied, "and we haven't tasted each other's cum." The taste of cum. Something Sam had said that morning stuck in my head all day: "Jonny's jizz is the sweetest." "Tell me something," I asked nobody in particular, "how sweet is Jon's cum?" The three brothers laughed. "You really do want to find out, don't you?" Kyle said. "Yup, I really do." "Well," Jeff explained, "you know how sweet precum is compared to regular cum?" "Yeah," I answered, "Sam's cum is kinda like that." "Right," Jeff continued, "well Jonny-jizz is sweeter than that." "We'll make sure you get a taste in the morning," Kyle said. "Sweet," I said, and everyone laughed at my unintended double meaning. Kyle brought the topic back to us. "Round 2 you and me eat each other's cum," he said to me, "Jeff and Sam can pair up." "One thirty eight," Sam said, laughing. "What?" I asked, not knowing where that came from. "One thirty eight is something the twins came up with," Kyle said, "it's two sixty-nines. We do it a lot." "Cooool," was all I could say. Sam had been stroking his dick slowly ever since we sat down at the table. He stood up now and proudly showed off a full-fledged boner. The rest of us just shook our heads in amazement. "You are the man, Sam," I said. "I'm a healthy, horny, red-blooded thirteen-year-old," he boasted to the rest of us, then asked, "jealous?" "Shut up," Kyle said, then added, "okay, let's go." I was a little bummed that I wouldn't be getting any of Sam this round, but had to let it go. A few days ago I barely knew him. Kyle had been the stuff of my wet dreams and jackoff sessions for years. I was going to make the most of it. Jeff stood up, and I could see his dick was beginning to grow. I looked down at Kyle's and realized he and I would have to start from scratch. Jeff went to the bed and moved the pillows out of the way, then he laid down crosswise at the head, and Sam laid down next to him, mouths to dicks. They started going at it, and I stood there and watched. "You ready?" Kyle asked me. "Hold on a sec," I said, "I think this might help get me going." The sight of the two brothers sucking each other was really turning me on. I started stroking my dick, and it came to life. I looked at Kyle and saw he was doing the same thing. "Okay," I said, "now I'm ready." I laid down next to Sam, and pressed my ass and back against his. Kyle went into his position, and took my hardening cock into his mouth for the first time. "Your dick tastes like Jeff's spit," he said. Jeff and Sam started laughing, which sounded a little difficult with their mouths full of cock. I grabbed Kyle's dick and realized it wasn't very hard, but I knew I could take care of that in no time. I took it all into my mouth and started sucking and tongueing like there was no tomorrow. It worked like magic. The only sounds in the room now were the sounds of dick-sucking and four teenage boys moaning. I pressed harder against Sam, and he pressed back. Our asses were rubbing against each other. He reached back and grabbed my ass cheek; I did the same to him. But I focused my attention on the incredible blowjob Kyle was giving me. He really knew his way around a dick. I matched his every move as best I could. Right nut, left nut, helmet, up and down the shaft, helmet rim, piss hole, back to the nuts, helmet again. His tongue and mouth were those of an expert. He was giving me the best head I ever got. Sam's moans were getting louder, and his fingernails dug into my ass cheek. He let out a long groan, and Jeff gagged a little. I could feel Sam was sweating pretty good, and he let out a sigh that was muffled by Jeff's dick. "Mmmmm, yummy," Jeff said. "You're doing good Sammy," he added. "I'm almost there." Sam grunted. The sound of Sam cumming, combined with Kyle's awesome blowjob skills, had me at the edge. Seconds later I heard Jeff moan and Sam grunt again. Then I felt Sam roll over towards me and tap me on the shoulder. I looked up out the corner of my eye and saw his grinning face right above mine, jizz running out the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth and let Jeff's cum dribble out onto my face. That did it. I shot my load into Kyle's mouth. Kyle had no problem taking it, but I realized I hadn't shot as much as usual. I was running low on jizz. I didn't know how much longer Kyle would last. I worked his helmet again while fondling his nuts. His moans told me he was close. Sam scooped a little of Jeff's cum off my face and rubbed it on Kyle's lips. Kyle laughed, and I felt his nuts tighten. He thrust his dick as far down my throat as I could take it, and let loose with his own eruption. I could feel four good spurts hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it so quickly I could barely taste it, but as I sucked the last few drops out of his helmet, I finally knew the taste of Kyle's cum. I liked it. My original hopes for the weekend had now been realized. Kyle and I had sucked each other off, and I only had to go through Sam and Jeff to get there. It was worth the journey. Especially with Sam, of course. Inside I was glowing. We all rolled over onto our backs and lay on the bed for a few minutes, catching our breath. Sam reached over and grabbed my nuts; I grabbed his dick and massaged his helmet with my thumb and forefinger. "How long will it take you to get hard again now, Sam?" I asked. "A little longer than last time, I think," he replied. "We should clean up before the next round," Kyle said. Jeff agreed. We got up and went into the bathroom. Kyle stood by the sink and turned on the water. He grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and washed off his dick. Jeff followed suit as Kyle went back to the bedroom. Jeff handed the washcloth to me and walked out the door. I ran the cloth under the water again and wrang it out, then wiped the rest of Jeff's cum off my face. "May I?" Sam asked. "Sure," I replied. I gave him the cloth, and he washed off my dick. I returned the favor, and we joined Kyle and Jeff at the table. As I sat down, I said, "I think 138 is my favorite number." The brothers laughed. I added 138 and 69 together in my head, a task made a little more difficult by the pot. "You ever do 207?" I asked. "Yup," Sam answered, "sometimes." Kyle said, "we'll see if we work that in next time you come over." Jeff took what was left of the two joints and broke them open. Then he grabbed a little pipe out of his backpack. Kyle looked at the clock and said, "almost midnight. I wonder when mom and dad will get home?" "Probably late," Jeff answered, "dad doesn't have to work tomorrow, and they know we'll be sleeping in." "Yeah," Kyle said, "they probably went out for drinks or something." Jeff finished loading the pipe and held it out to me. "I don't know," I said, "if I do much more of that I'll probably go blind." Sam laughed and said, "no, that's for jacking off." Kyle said, "if jacking off made you go blind, Sam, you'd be walking around with dark glasses and a white cane by now." We all busted up, and Sam replied, "yeah, I know." "I bet Sam's shot more jizz in the last year than both of us combined," Kyle said to Jeff. "That's probably true," Sam said. "How many times did you cum today, Sam?" Jeff asked. Sam thought for a moment, then said, "umm, four I think, plus twice last night." "Twice?" I asked. "Yeah," Sam replied, "Jon was too tired for a session, but I came in here and jacked off while you guys were in the tent." "You're gonna wear that thing out," Jeff said. "Nah," Sam said, "it's in pretty good shape. It gets lot of exercise." He started stroking it again. Jeff held the pipe out to me again and asked, "one more?" "Okay," I said, "just a small one." I took a little hit and handed it back. Jeff held it out to Sam and asked, "Sam?" "Nah," he said, "I'm good." Kyle and Jeff took a few more hits each. "I gotta tell you, Kyle," I said, "you sure know how to suck a dick." "He's had lots of practice," Jeff replied, then asked Kyle, "how many times do you think we've sucked each other over the years?" "Let's see," Kyle answered, "we started almost three years ago, probably did it every night the first year, I dunno, six hundred or so?" "Holy shit," I exclaimed, my mind now blown. Kyle added, "that's just sucking Jeff; gotta add a couple hundred for my other brothers. But hey, Jeff's done it just as much." I was in the presence of greatness. "I'm just a rookie," I said dejectedly. "Rookie of the year," Sam said with a smile, then winked at me and added, "you made my dick very happy." "What's the plan for Round 3?" Jeff asked. Kyle looked at me and asked, "what do you wanna do, Chris?" "You guys are the experts," I replied, then thought about it and said, "I wanna suck all three of you, and have all three of you suck me." "Thirty-one shift," Kyle said. "What?" I asked. "We'll do the thirty-one shift. You'll see," Kyle replied. "What, do you guys have a playbook or something?" "Yup," Jeff said, then pointed to his head and added, "up here." "You're in the big league now, rookie," Sam said laughing. "What do you wanna do first," Kyle asked me, "suck or get sucked?" I thought for a couple of seconds and said, "it doesn't matter. I'd like us to all cum together, though." "Hmmmm," Kyle said, "we're gonna have to change the play at the line of scrimmage." The three of them laughed, but I had no idea what they were talking about. "How about this," Jeff said, "we all get close, then shoot our loads on the table and see who cums the most." "I'm gonna lose that contest," I said, "I think I'm running out of jizz." "I think we're all in the same boat," Kyle replied. "Are we ready?" Sam asked, stroking his meat. "Yup," I said, "let's go." "Lie down on the bed and spread your legs," Kyle instructed me. I did as I was told. "You tell us who's the best cock sucker," Jeff said with a laugh. "I sucked him last," Kyle said, "so one of you guys start." "I wanna go," Sam insisted. He laid down on the bed, his head at my crotch, and started sucking my soft cock. His brothers laid down on either side of him, and alternated rubbing the inside of my thighs, fondling my nuts, squeezing my nipples, and licking my balls. I was hard in no time. I put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and basked in the happiness of having my dick in Sam's mouth. My toes curled. Coming on the heels of Kyle's phenomenal blowjob, this was paradise. My body had never been exposed to this much pleasure. The boy I loved was giving me his all, and his brothers' hands and tongues were driving me wild. It was one of those moments I wished could last forever. Of course, it couldn't. I have no idea how long Sam kept it up. Time seemed to have stopped. But suddenly I heard Kyle say, "switch." Sam pulled his mouth slowly off my dick, and I looked down to see him make way for Jeff. "Was that the 'switch' part of 'thirty-one switch'?" I asked. "That was the first one," Kyle said. I closed my eyes again and let myself be taken away. I remembered Jeff's challenge, and realized I'd have to compare blowjobs. Jeff's technique was a little better, but the emotional part of a Sam experience was missing, and so far I had to call it a draw. "Switch," Kyle said again, and it was his turn to pleasure me. As incredible as his last blowjob was, this one was even better. Now that he wasn't in a 69 position, he could better work the area below my helmet with his tongue, and he stayed on that forever. He was totally focused on my helmet, and for the first time the term "giving head" made complete sense to me. He started working my shaft and balls, then back to my helmet. I wasn't going to last long at this rate, and a moment later I had to say, "stop. I'm almost there." Kyle pulled off and the three of them stood up, smiling down at me. Sam's dick was hard, which by now was no surprise. "Holy shit," I moaned, my dick throbbing and on the verge of eruption. "So," Kyle asked, "who's the best?" "You are, Kyle," I answered, "hands down. There's no comparison." He clenched his fists and raised them in the air in a sign of victory. "Sorry, guys," I said to the other two, "you were both great, but he really is the best." "We know," Sam said, "we're the ones he practices on." I sat up and moved to the end of the bed. "What do you want us to do now?" Jeff asked. "Move together, like before," I instructed. They lined up in front of me, like they did in what had now become Round 1. "You two get yourselves hard," I said to Kyle and Jeff, "I'm starting with Sam this time." I went to work on Sam's dick, trying to copy some of Kyle's technique. His moans were music to my ears. Kyle and Jeff stroked their dicks, and I could see they were getting hard. I continued sucking Sam's dick and balls, then stuck my tongue in his piss hole. There was no taste of precum, and I figured he must be running low, too. I was working his helmet and playing with his nuts when he said, "you better stop now." I gave the underside of his helmet one last lick, and moved on to Jeff. As I sucked Jeff, Sam started rubbing his wet helmet against my cheek. My dick, which by now had begun to soften a bit, suddenly jumped back to full throbbing bonerness. Sam kept rubbing his dick on my face until Jeff told me to stop, and I moved on to Kyle. Sam and Jeff stroked their dicks while I worked on Kyle's, and I began using one hand to jack myself while fondling Kyle's balls with the other. Just as I got to the point again where I knew I couldn't last much longer, Kyle told me to stop. We were all at the edge, and quickly moved to the table. We stood around jacking our dicks. Within seconds Kyle shot his load, followed immediately by me, then Jeff. So far Kyle's cum pool was the biggest, but none of them were very impressive. All of our cum by now was thin and runny, with barely a trace of white. We waited for Sam to finish. "Come on, Sam," Jeff said, "you can beat us." Sam grunted, and a little bit of jizz dribbled out of his dick onto the table, forming a pool about the size of a quarter. He gave his dick a few more strokes, but nothing more came out. He sat down, clearly exhausted. "That's all, guys," he said. "Sam lost?!?" Kyle and Jeff exclaimed in unison. There was no mistaking the shock in their voices. "Kyle wins again," Jeff said, as Kyle grinned. Sam groaned and said, "my nuts hurt." "That's it, Sam," Kyle said, "you're done." "I think I'm done, too," I told them. "Okay," Kyle said, "let's call it a night." Sam yawned. "You better go to bed, Sam," Kyle said. "Can I sleep with you guys?" Sam asked. "Okay," Kyle said, "we'll make room for you on the bed." Sam looked at me and smiled. Jeff made up the futon bed while Kyle and I pissed and brushed our teeth. Sam went into the other bathroom to brush his. When Kyle and I were finished, we went back and looked at the table with the four little puddles of cum. "I better clean this up," Kyle said, and went into the bathroom. Jeff followed him to brush his teeth. I looked at Sam's jizz, scooped as much up as I could with my fingers, and ate it. I wanted to go to sleep with that taste in my mouth. I hadn't seen Sam come back in the room, but he saw me eat his jizz. He came over, scooped up a little bit of mine, and ate it, then looked at me and smiled. Kyle came back with a washcloth and wiped off the table, then said, "bedtime, boys." He laid down on the far side of the bed, I laid next to him, and Sam next to me. Jeff came out of the bathroom, locked the bedroom door just to be on the safe side, and collapsed on the futon. "Night, guys," he said. "Good night," the rest of us replied. Sam turned off the light, and within minutes I could hear Kyle and Jeff softly snoring. I turned toward Sam, who was already facing me. We put our arms around each other and began to make out. I reached down and grabbed his dick, which felt softer and smaller than ever. He grabbed mine and stroked it a little, but there was no life left in it. Our kiss was broken a few times as one of us would have to yawn, followed immediately by the other. I was crashing, and I knew he was, too. Finally, I said quietly, "good night, Sammy." "Good night, Chris," he replied. As I drifted off to sleep, he kissed my lips and fondled my helmet. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.