Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2010 18:23:38 -0400 From: Tommy B Subject: timmys-tent-6 Timmy's Tent Chapter 6 Now I knew Timmy and Bill's Dad was hung like a horse as he often came in from working in the fields and rinsed at an outdoor shower which was in the open at the back of their house. He was in his early 40's, built farm tough, with a hairy chest and legs, and the biggest dick I could ever imagine between his legs. That monster hung down at least 8 inches soft and was arched out over balls the size of lemons. Timmy would always be happy when his Dad came in from the field so he and I would talk to Mr. White while he showered. His wife insisted he be spotless so his showers lasted a while. His massive muscled chest was amazing and he had huge biceps which were always pumped up after a days work. Capping off his tight pecs were quarter sized nipples with pencil eraser tips. I could swear that when he washed he'd work those nubs over giving them a squeeze and a tug while he got a faraway look in his eyes. He wasn't shy about his nudity so I'd pretty much watch the whole show, taking in any part of his body I wanted. He'd always save his junk for last after he'd washed his massive arms and tree trunk thighs. He had a hairy bubble butt. I could see where Bill got his awesome butt. To clean between his asscheeks he'd put one foot up on a bench under the shower and run the bar of soap up and down his hairy crack. When he'd bend over I could see his tight brown hole surrounded by hair and damn if he didn't do a good job, sticking a soapy finger into the first knuckle and giving a spin to make sure he was clean inside and out. His low hanging balls were awesome, and he ran his soapy hand down his loose hairy scrotum, rolling each fat nut in the palm of his hand, then hefting both balls in his palm to rinse them. Usually Timmy would be talking about his day as Mr. White would save his big dick for last. He had at least a 2inch hang of foreskin off the end of his fat knob. He'd skin it back and run a finger around the phalange of the head. All the time, he'd also be soaping up his low hanging nuts with the other hand, still occasionally reaching under to tweak his asshole, already clean. At the start his fat dickhead was about the size of a fat plum but by the end of his cleaning it had fattened up to almost the size of a tennis ball. By the time the shower was close to finish, his dick would be arching out more than half hard while he soaped up the length, the same time pulling on those hard nubs capping his mighty pecs. Hell, he came close to jerking off right in front of us and sure wasn't shy about showing dick. I had never saw that monster full hard but it must have been a thing of beauty. After his final rinse, he'd towel off then throw the towel over his shoulder and walk in to see his wife, buck naked with a semi boner. Timmy said she always pretended to be upset by his nudity but always followed him into the bedroom and they usually didn't come out for awhile. "Do you think they fuck everyday?" I asked Timmy. "I know they fuck when he gets home. Bill, Chris and I watched them one day." "No way!" "Yep. Their blinds are too short for the window and they're always too sexed up to notice anything around them." "Wow!" There were other times when I'd be over and Mr. White would be watching sports in just wornout white briefs, loose enough in the crotch that the material could barely contain his heavy meat. Sometimes I'd see a fat hairy ball hang out when Mr. White would throw a leg over the side of the sofa and more than once the head of his beefy cock snuck out, laying on top of his hairy scrotum. I'm sure if he was anything like his sons, he'd prefer to be naked but his wife probably wouldn't put up with it. I would never think about scoping one of my buddy's dicks but I let all inhibitions fly at the White house. I'm pretty sure Mr. White was a total exhibitionist or maybe he was just always super horny when his wife wasn't around. He was definitely not into sex with kids or anything like that but I think he knew what effect his massive meat had on me and his sons. We all talked about how big it was when the topic was on dick. Once when I was staying over, Timmy was showering and Mr. White asked me to bring him a beer from the fridge and when I came back, his whole fuckin dick and nuts were hanging out the side of his briefs and plumped up like he had been strokin it a bit. I know it wasn't like that before I left the room. I handed him the beer trying not to stare at his exposed junk. He didn't even try to hide it. The Bears were on so I settled on the chair across from the sofa to wait for Timmy. His Dad covered his cock with his hand but I noticed out the corner of my eye that he was sliding his palm along the length of his rod. His fat cock started to bone up and I saw him pull back with his palm which slid his long foreskin back, exposing the partially swollen head. He still was kinda covering it with his hand but it was obvious that he was enjoying a slow lazy JO with a flat palm. His eyes were glued to the game but my eyes were now glued on his thick slab of horsecock. Without taking notice of me, he gripped the fat fuckpole in a tight grip and started sliding his skin back and forth on and off the head. I felt really flush and tried not to stare but wanted to see more. At one point, he threw his other muscular arm over his head and I saw him take a deep whiff of his own pitsmell. I could swear I saw his meat swell up more then get even thicker when he reached across his hairy chest and gave his right nipple a squeeze. By now, he was holding his bigass bone straight up and I could hear some light sloshing over the sound of the TV as precum coated the head and started to fill his skin. He closed his eyes a few times and I saw his hips hump up driving his thick veiny hardon through his tightened fist. I wanted to play with my dick too but thought that would be too much of a perv thing to do. Man, his fully pumped up cock was close to a foot and bigger than any dick I had seen in one of Timmy's brothers' fuckmags. I really think he would have gone ahead and spewed a full load of spunk out had he not heard Timmy come out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He wasn't quick about it but discretely pulled his hard cock up against his abdomen and covered it with both hands. By the time Timmy came down he had worked it back into the leg of his briefs but he still had a massive boner showing through the threadbare fly of the briefs and wasn't hiding it. He kinda arched his hips up which made his hardon tent up against the thin fabric and looked over at me and said "Think I need a nap soon" with one of his big white smiles. He was handsome as hell. I'm sure he could tell I was flushed and that I had seen the whole thing. This I did not tell to Timmy or any of his brothers but I don't think it was a first time for their Dad and I wondered how many shows they had enjoyed like the one I had just witnessed. After that, I noticed Mr. White was a whole lot more open in his outdoor showers when we watched him and more times than not he got a full hard on with some definite soapy strokin going on and I saw he liked not just to clean his hairy butthole but to give himself a slow deep fingerfuck. It went way beyond just cleaning himself I loved to watch and he loved to show off but he always saved his load for his wife even though I think he came close to spraying a load a few times in the shower. One time Timmy said "My Dad's really treating you like one of his own". That made me feel good but I was also embarassed that Timmy must have noticed how sexual his Dad was around me. Other than these things which I thought were majorly cool, he was a regular Dad, taking us hunting and fishing, helping with sports and all the regular Dad stuff. My Dad worked a lot so I didn't really see him as much as Mr. White. (Not his dick, you pervs!) I stayed over at Timmy's a lot for sleepovers. He had a cool bed with a rolling mattress under it that came out so we each had a separate mattress and lots of room. Besides that bed, there were three twin beds that looked a lot like cots from an army barracks. The house was small so the boys had all been jammed in the upstairs added on bedroom. When I was hanging out with Timmy a lot, Bill and Chris and Andy were still home while Pete was at college and Ed was married. Andy didn't come home a lot because his girlfriend's mom worked nights and liked him there for her protection. The Whites were cool about it. I thought it must be amazing to get to have sex all night without worrying about making noise or waking parents. By this time, Timmy and I were 11 years old and I was already jacking off. Timmy scored skinmags from his brothers collection. He and I would sit up in his room and look at them, commenting on dicks and pussy, and rub our boners through our shorts but nothing further had happened with us alone. He loaned me my favorites since Chris and Bill had a whole footlocker full of the nasty mags that they shared and they wouldn't miss one or two. I'd sneak one or two into my room at home under my t-shirt. No one had to teach me how much fun it was to rub my young cock alone. I had learned a lot about my pleasure spots from Bill. I still remember the first time I shot a real load of boycum. My parents were gone but I still locked the bathroom door and was naked, majorly boned looking at a mag with a shaved pussy blond girl showing off her cunt through the glass for a window washer, peeling her cuntlips open to show major pink. Of course the window washer came in through the window and had one fat horsedick. When I got my first nut, I was focused in on his fat dickhead that looked way too big for her tiny shaved twat, spreading the lips and just ready for the plunge, the girl's tight young pussylips stretched out trying to accommodate the full head of his prick. My first shot of preteen spooge took me by surprise with the force and it shot so high a big blob of cum was hanging from the light fixture. I mean I had started leaking a while earlier but this was a major money shot and I was impressed that my newly pumped up balls had made such a load of cockspew. I noticed the room was filled with the smell of rich pungent spermload and I was proud. I couldn't stop from running my finger through the cum that had landed on my flat tan stomach and tasting my first homemade boyspooge. Sweet! Of course, you all know lots about Bill from my previous stories. I was like a puppy around him but because of my age, he just was really careful about what we did despite the fact that he was an oversexed fuckhound. He definitely never tried anything sexual at his house when I stayed over other than occasionally rubbing the crotch of his jeans with a smile when no one was looking or feeling up my ass through my soccer shorts which always boned me up. His brother Chris was two years older than Chris and was the typical jock stud. He had a workout room down in the basement at the Whites and had lots of jock buddies over to lift most nights after school. From what Timmy told me, he was always fucking 2 or 3 girls at the same time and it seemed none of them minded as long as they got a piece of his big teenage dick. He looked a lot like Mr. White, tan, dark hair and an awesome smile. I had seen him naked lots of times and knew he took after his Dad in the cock department too except that he was the only one of the boys that had a cut dick. What was amazing was that he had huge lowhanging balls that looked totally smooth. Actually his whole body was smooth and I realize now that he must have shaved to show off his definition. He also had his Dad's big dark brown nipples which capped his awesome muscled pecs but the nipple tips were tight and lean not like his dad's pencil erasers. I was always a little afraid of Chris because he was so huge and because I saw how hard he was on Bill. But like his Dad, Chris had inherited a definite exhibition streak. His Mom didn't like him roaming around the house in just a jock so he had these old worn out loose black shorts with "Army" printed on the leg. The things were much shorter than usual basketball shorts but they showed off his muscled legs very well. They were the normal length of bodybuilder shorts so they were cut pretty high up on the thigh. Chris liked to sit in a loveseat in front of the TV when he was downstairs. He'd usually throw one beefy leg up over the back and hang the other one down over the edge of the seat with his foot on the floor. He never failed to position his big cock down the shorts leg which allowed it to hang over the edge of the seat. Now there was no hiding a cock as big as Chris's and my chair was in perfect position to scope him out. His teen flesh hung about 6 inches soft, smaller than his Dad's but not by much. The Army shorts did little to hide it but he absolutely didn't care. With his leg over the back it had the effect of completely opening his shortleg so that his cock and smooth hanging nutsack were in complete view. His low hangers hung down at least 2 or 3 inches past the head of his dick. After all the things that had been happening to me, I was really aware of dick, especially older huge dick. I guess you could say I really enjoyed seeing these older guys with thick long shafts. Chris would sometimes slide his hand down the front of his shorts and just rest it there on his abdomen. But from my vantage point I could see that he would be teasing the length of his crank with one finger along the side of the smooth flesh. Other times he'd hang his hand down by the leg and kinda cup his exposed balls, rubbing them sometimes, sometimes giving them a few tugs or hefts. If his mother was preoccupied with cooking and he was horny enough, he'd tug on his cock a bit until it was half boned up. It was amazing how long and thick that fucker would get before it ever got hard. Often his randy young dick would get totally boned and his hardon would lift the edges of the shorts up off his thigh giving a complete unobstructed view of his junk and even all the way up to his dark pubes. If his Dad was in the room it never stopped him, and I swear I saw his Dad check out his son's boner more than once. Even though Timmy was used to it, I know he liked to watch too. Chris never went so far as to fully jack off in the living room but he would definitely stroke that monster dick nice and slow keeping a hot edge on, never taking his eyes off the TV or acting like anything was going on. If he was really into giving us a show, he'd bring his foot up on the seat and scoot his muscled butt way down in the cushions. This would tilt his ass up and when he pulled the shorts to the side, I'd have a total view of his smooth ass and his slightly hairy asstrench. He'd pretend to scratch himself on one cheek and leave his hand there, pulling one asscheek to the side which fully exposed his musky brown jock butthole. Bill's ass had made me really obsessed with male butt so it was a real treat to have 17 year old Chris showing hole for the whole room to see. I could tell whenever he spread his cheeks and flashed hole that his dick boned up a whole lot harder. Sometimes, he'd let his hand slide into his asscrack and I could see his fingers scratching at his pretty butthole. I'd never seen someone so into showing off but then again, I bet he had seen plenty from his Dad through the years. All modesty was gone in the boys' room upstairs as their Mom rarely ventured up there. After work outs as soon as his buddies left and he made it upstairs Chris would always be stripped down to his jockstrap unless he was hanging out totally naked which he sometimes did. The boys had a TV and couch in their room and he'd lay back on the sofa with his sports drink, usually watching ESPN. My place as always on the fold out bed which was right across from the couch about 6 feet away. I was always there after school since my parents worked late...sometimes Timmy was around but sometimes not. Gladly Chris never teased me about all the close attention I paid to his big cock. I don't think Chris ever washed his jocks and usually the crotch was pretty threadbare from holding in such a big piece of meat and his heavy hanging balls. The crotch was always yellow with dried piss and from the smell of it, plenty of dried up jizz stains too. I know he wore his jocks when he jacked off...but we'll get to that. When he came in sweating from lifting, the whole room took on a very masculine aroma of ripe musky crotch and sweet ass smells with a hint of that pungent dick smell from leaking out his horny fuckjuices all the time. He'd usually be on his cell to one of his buddies or girlfriends and he invariably leaned back on the cushions with his beefy thighs spread, fully exposing his crotch and the straining jock which barely held his junk. He'd sometimes seem to make sure I was checking him out then lift a foot up to look at his feet which totally exposed his tight brown hole framed by the nasty white straps of his filthy jock. I had gotten so into smells that when he did that the room would fill with the sweaty smell of jockass which always made me catch my breath and definitely boned me up good. He'd scratch below his balls, pulling the jockstrap out a bit until the skin of his scrotum would be visible on one side. Usually he'd move his fingers down and rub the tips in his crack across his lightly haired asshole. I could swear he loved teasing his tight puckered asshole and getting it to open slightly just to create more aroma. I'd watch as he pretended to scratch his nose but I know he was diggin on his own buttsmell as he left the finger in place awhile. Now one thing I had been told is you never mess with Chris when he's into self pleasure. Bill had learned the hard way, teasing Chris about his boner and suffering the consequences. He had never made that mistake again. I loved to watch the Chris JO show from my little bed and he was never shy, in fact, I think he liked an audience as much as Bill did at the river. Sometimes he'd grab one of the straps right under his muscled glut and give it a tug back which tightened it and made the strap saw back and force against his pungent butt hole. I could tell he got off on the feeling and he'd slightly hump his crotch against the confining dirty jock material. He always had his big cock tucked down in the jock and I'd be amazed as it grew and grew until the whole elastic mound would be arching out from his crotch at an amazingly huge angle. I could never understand how the thin elastic pouch didn't split open under the strain of his hardened boner. Sometimes as he drug the strap harder across his tender butthole, the entire fat pink cockhead would slip out and be trapped between where the two straps met. He had this down to an art and he'd usually grab both straps and tighten them further which allowed them both to rub his horny hole and to tighten around the thick phalange of his throbbing cockhead. His dick was so fucking long that if he pulled hard enough, it'd slide all the way down until it was his fat oozing dickhead rubbing against his little jock fuckhole. Usually if he got this far along in his JO session, his egg sized low hangers would be popping out both sides of the jock with his cock between them. The tight material of the pouch tightened the skin over his bull nuts and it was easy to see exactly how big the fuckers were. If he really was into total jackoff mode, he'd be so horny that he'd look straight over at me or Timmy with lust filled eyes, puckering his lips and letting out an "oooooo". I'd lock eyes with him to let him know I was totally with him on the show. I'm sure my boysih mouth would be hanging open and I'd usually have a paw in my own crotch rubbin my own little hard dick. The smells would be incredible as Chris was a big time leaker. As he rubbed his drooling prickhead against his virgin brownhole, I could see thick wads of precum slithering out of the head and rolling down his asstrench. I was amazed and thought to myself, "Jesus, he could probably fuck his own asshole if he wanted." If he decided to go all the way and get his nut, he'd play with himself a little while longer then slip the jock off to the side, freeing his enormous 9 inch cock and heavy sportboy nuts. I was always really happy when that moment came. He'd leave one hand in his asscrack and he'd work a cumwet finger over his cute wrinkled hole until he'd sink just the tip of his long finger in and start slowly rubbing it around the tight edges of the hole, loosening the tissue for a good fingerfuck. His other hand would be smearing wet juices down the length of his throbbing boner. Then as he sunk his finger deeper into his loosened hole, he'd begin to really deepfuck his fist lubricated by his horny fucklube and he began to let out little moans of pleasure. I so wanted to help out working his jockhole with my hand or better yet my tongue but I was content to listen to the slapping sounds of his hefty nuts against his sweaty thighs and watch his messy cock spurt small blobs of fucklube which slithered down the hard shaft. I had seen what happened when Bill interfered. He usually shot off the same way most evenings. He'd add a second finger in his bare asshole and really start to grind his awesome gluts down on the fingers, eager to get some feeling he knew was there. He'd be arching his hips up off the couch and the head of his dick would be bright red from the pressure of his fist. I'd see that even with his big hands, that thick veiny teen fuckstick would have about 5 inches showing when he brought his fist all the way down to his pubes. He'd always look over my way when he was finally ready, giving me a completely empty with lust look as he opened his mouth wide and let out a near silent "Ahhhhh". He'd take his hand completely away and give one final hands free arch in the air, tightening his ass and thrusting the heavy juiced up meat up as hot teen sexjuice flew hands free up in the air and strings of slimey spooge landed on his chest, belly and sometimes even on his face. I was always amazed that with all his jacking off and sex he could still spew so much spooge in one jackoff session. As he came down from his high and his thick ooozing cock softened and drooped on his thigh, he'd pull his fingers out of his ass and rub them on the pouch of the jock. If I had been around for his JO show, he'd look over at me and smile and nod his head up and down like "Yeah..that's the way you do it, kid". God I wanted to live in the White house. I had become such a horny little fuck being around all these horny hung teenagers. Chris would usually use his hand to smooth the cum down his rippled abs and onto the nasty fuckpouch of his workout jock. No wondered he'd smell like total testosterone when he worked out. I always wondered if he had ever fucked around with boys when he was younger but I doubted it. Sometimes I'd fantasize about what might go on down in his workout room in the basement but it was off limits to us kids. My jerkoff fantasy sometimes was picturing Chris squatting naked over his friend Rick's face and grinding away with Rick's tongue up his horny jockchute but I am pretty sure nothing like that happened. Chris was always teasing Bill a lot. I remember one time when we were playing cards on Timmy's bed and Chris was getting ready to go out. He came in naked out of the shower, smelling real good with cologne and grabbed Bill who was getting dressed and just in his briefs. "C'mon baby! Just give my dick one little kiss to get me ready to go out, you know you want it." He planted a big wet sloppy kiss on Bill's cheek then his beefy hand was on Bill's neck, trying to force him down toward his crotch where his big teenboy cock was up to about half mast. Bill fought him off even though Chris had him way outsized. They ended up on the ground wrestling. I could see the cords in Bill's neck as he strained to get out from under his brother. It ended up with Chris' naked cock which was more than half hard right over Bill's face. Bill thrashed his head from side to side as Chris reached down and smeared his fat prickhead against Bill's tight lips. I'm not sure if this was just a game or if he would really facefuck Bill if he had opened his mouth. He continued to hold Bill down as he sat up and planted his naked jockass right over Bill's nose and ground his muscled asscheeks over his brother's face. I saw him put both of Bills wrists in one hand and reach back to spread his smooth mounds and squirming further down I could see that his freshly showered jockhole was right over Bill's nose. Bill was thrashing around but I could see by then that a huge boner had tented up the front of his briefs. Timmy bent over and whispered, "Nasty!". Bill finally got one hand free and reached around grabbed his brother's bare nuts in his fist, tugging the fat fuckers down hard. Chris let out a groan "OK" and rolled off his brother. He stood there like a conqueror but hefted his balls for relief. His cock was arched out from his muscled belly, fully hard. "Cindy will be glad you didn't get my load, pussyboy. More sweet jockcream for her." Bill snarled at him and I think he was embarassed that I saw him so thoroughly dominated by his older brother. Funny, Timmy was immune to all this and it's like all his older brothers treated him really good, always protecting him and never teasing him since he was so much younger than the rest. I was treated the same way by default other than the fact that Bill had fucked my cherry ass in his aunt's barn that time but I definitely wanted that. Later that same night Timmy and I were already asleep when I heard Bill come in around 10 o'clock. I was a light sleeper but Timmy was always out like a light when he went to bed and it took an army to wake him. Bill sounded awfully clumsy getting undressed and I could smell alcohol so I knew he had been out drinking with his buddies. I saw him walk naked to the bathroom and heard the sounds of a nice long piss. The he stumbled back through the room and collapsed down on his bed with that incredible naked smooth teen ass in the air, one leg drawn up slightly exposing his tight pink hole framed by his perfectly muscled bubblebutt cheeks. I heard Bill start to breath deeply and knew he had gone right to sleep, passed out. Now Timmy was a deep sleeper but I was still to shy to go over and take a nice whiff of Bill's beautiful pucker and maybe get to lick the sweat from his cute hairless asstrench like the day in the barn. I fucked my hard boycock against the mattress as I fantasized about tonguing between his legs and lapping at his tasty butthole. Eventually I fell asleep hoping for one of the fuckin incredible wet dreams I sometimes had. Around midnight, I heard Chris come up the stairs and stop in the hall bathroom. The light in the room was kinda dim but it was easy to see everything between the streetlight coming through the blinds and a nightlight Mrs. White kept in the hallway so the boys wouldn't trip going to the bathroom. I saw Chris come out in just his white briefs and head over to his bed where he stripped down. Now where Bill had a smooth perfectly round boy's butt, Chris's ass was equally awesome in a manly way. He had tanlines from board shorts and his pale white butt jutted out perfectly from all the squats and presses he did in the gym. His legs were perfectly muscled with great calves and huge thighs. Amazing that his big muscled buubblebutt looked kinda small since his shoulders were so wide and his back tapered down to a thin waist before jutting out like a shelf with those perfectly round gluts. As he bent over to slide his briefs off his legs were spread wide enough that his swinging nutsack with his two beefy balls hung down almost but not quite covering his wide cockhead. Nice view from my low bed. Chris laid down on the covers and I heard him toss and turn a few times. After a while I saw him lying on his side and one hand came up over his chest, rubbing his tight brown nipples while his other hand slowly tugged on the end of his cock which laid along one tan thigh but extended to where about 3 inches of the shaft laid out on the bed beside him. It didn't take long for his hot fuckpole to plump up and I watched as he pressed the half hard shaft down against his soft smooth scrotuim, rolling the thick piece of teenflesh in the divet between his egg sized low hangers. His massive dick sprang up to a full boner and I watched as he started a slow stroke and brought his other arm up over his head. He bent his head down until his nose was buried in his hairy pit then started licking his tight gun, his pink wet tongue circling the heavy duty bicep. I could smell a combination of his cologne, his masculine clean underarm aroma, and that distinct Chris smell of freshly made semen and musky butthole. I couldn't get enough. I saw Chris suddenly sit up and his big boner smacked up against his rippled abs hard as a rock and dripping jockjizz. Standing with his rigid fuckpole leading I saw him go over to Bill's bed and sit on the edge. He was still jerking his spermlubed cock with one hand as I saw him place his other hand on Bill's back just above his smooth asscheeks. He began to rub his hand softly up and down Bill's spine, occasionally letting it drift over a jutting assmound before moving back up. Eventually I saw his hand rubbing Bill's shoulders and Bill started to move around and wake up a bit. I saw Chris lean in toward Bill's ear and say drunkenly "Hey little bro, I'm sorry I was so rough on you earlier, You know I love ya man." He nuzzled his lips on the back of Bill's neck and moved one hand down to Bill's perfect ass, starting to slowly rub his hand back and forth from cheek to cheek. Now I'm sure Bill was still pretty drunk, but I heard him give a little moan and saw him move his ass from side to side just a little. It looked like he liked the attention of his older brother. I was amazed at how cool Chris was as he started licking the side of Bill's neck and behind his ear as he slid his hand into the smooth crevice between his brother's melon globes. Now Timmy had told me he had seen his brothers rub off on top of each other but I had never seen it. Chris had his back to me and Bill's eyes were closed so I had a full view. Bill spread his legs to give his brother more room and started small humping motions, rubbing his teen cock against the mattress then bringing his ass up a little higher into Chris' hand. Chris was still jacking off with one hand and his big dick was arched out from his body, the big fat prickhead red and freely flowing jock precum which was trickling down the shaft. He removed his other hand from Bill's buttcheeks and spit on two fingers and rubbed them down into the cleft seeking out Bill's tight wrinkled hole. The whole time he was kissing Bill's neck and cheek, whispering things I couldn't hear but things that were making Bill super horny no doubt. Bill spread his legs further and arched his ass aginst Chris's thick fingers, giving them full access to his horny teen wrestler fuckhole. I can see why Chris was so popular with girls as his kisses and gentle touch had his drunken kid brother really moaning and thrusting his hungry hole against his brother's hand. I could see that Bill's nice thick dick which was close to his brother's size was tucked underneath him and the fat dickhead was fucking in and out of his thick foreskin as he humped his ass up and down. Chris was slowly tracing circles around his little brother's tight wet anus, occasionally dipping just a fingertip into the hole, teasing it as Chris let out more and more moans and tried to fuck his little jockhole on the thick finger. After plenty of this teasing Chris pulled away and I heard him say, "I gotta eat your tight little pussy, bro." Chris licked his way down the middle of Bill's back taking time to kiss and lick the muscular V shape entrance to his tight ass tunnel. As he slid with his face right over the smooth ass, I saw his randy young cock which was spreading hot dick lube juice all over the covers. Taking his hands he spead the muscled jockboy cheeks and started tonguing up and down the hairless crack, taking time to slightly tease the tiny opening before tracing the flat surface of his talented tongue along Bill's hot smooth scrotum, then taking the end of Bill's teencock into his mouth and beginning a noisy wet suck. Bill was awake but not speaking and I saw that he had pulled his hands under him and was pinching at his small nipples while he tried his best to shove his hard cock further into his brother's mouth. Chris was in total control and pulled his mouth off, teasing the shaft of the thick veiny teencock with his tongue before catching the foreskin between his teeth and lightly chewing it, pulling it from side to side. During this cock action he had sunk one muscled finger into Bill's hole and had started a slow finger fuck before he sunk the sportboy cock back between his plump lips. As Chris fingerfucked the tight moist hole, Bill began to facefuck his brother raising his hips off the bed and plunging his horny young boner beween his brother's hungry lips. Chris let him have this control but pulled his finger out of Bill's ass and tugged his low hanging nuts while he continued to let Bill move his hard dick in and out of his mouth. Chris soon pulled off his brother's leaking hardon and tongued back along Bill's hanging balls until he zoned in on the tight musky butthole. Already loosened by his finger, in just a few circles of his tongue, Bill's boypussy opened and Chris began to aggressively tongue fuck the sweet young jockhole, pushing his face forward and smelling the musky aroma of his brother's ass. He caught Bill's cock in his hand and tugged the foreskin back and forth, jacking it over the plump dripping cockhead. There was a strong smell of sperm in the air mixed with the male musk of pungent ass aroma coming from where Chris's mouth had full contact with his brother's sweet shithole. As I watched, Bill got up on his hands and knees and was almost whimpering as he bucked his muscular young butt, fucking his sweet hole on Chris' talented tongue. Chris was an expert and I figured he had gained a lot of experience eating tight teenage pussy. He was putting it all to use on his brother's asspussy. Now Chris had totally neglected his own cock for all this time. But his cock stayed bonehard, sometimes arching out from his body a bit, but as he ate ass, it hardened more and was plastered rockhard against his muscled abs. I so wanted to go and take part but I know it would have freaked them out, especially Chris so I was content to watch from my rollout mattress, staying down so I could pretend to be asleep if they saw me, but all the time with my hand down my boxers, jacking my young preteen meat. Chris removed his face from the asstrench and slid his hands up his brother's body sliding them under his chest and lighhtly pinching his nipples. He began to kiss Chris's neck again as he ran the length of his throbbing boner up and down the divide between Chris's beautiful wrestler's mounds. Bill would arch his ass up and catch the dripping head of his brother's fat boner and Chris would give a few fuck strokes against the waiting hole before pulling out again to tease Bill. Bill turned his head back and groaned when he saw how big his brother's massive bone was. Chris caught his face and pulled him back, clamping his mouth roughly over his brother's. As he pulled back I saw that Bill had thrust his tongue into Chris's mouth and was hungrilly grunting as their tongues dueled. Chris was so turned on as they kissed that he was pounding his rockhard cockhead against Bill's tight opening not yet ready to fuck but bringing both boys into a frenzy. Suddenly Chris pulled away and said. "Dude, you got me so fuckin sexed up. I'm insane, you horny little fuck" Grabbing his brother tightly around his slim waist he slid all nine inches of steamy pumped up dick into Bill's horny tongue raped hole. Bill let out such a big inhale of air followed by a long loud grunt as he felt the huge thick rod spread the tender flesh of his hot teen ass tunnel. I was amazed that Timmy didn't wake up. Bill must have been feeling no pain since he arched his butt up in the air trying to get every inch of cock deep in him. Chris pushed Bill flat and laid his mucular body on Bill's smaller frame and I watched as he began to piston fuck his huge cock in and out of his brothers small tight hole. Bill was biting his sheets and clutching them with fists probably to keep from screaming in lust, all the while working his tight muscled ass on his brother's plunging fuckstick. I could hear Chris's big nasty balls slapping wetly against Bill's smooth flesh as he pile drived dick in and out, all the time biting Bill's neck and hugging him around his chest tightly. "I love you bro" I heard him say several times while he hardfucked his huge slab of meat into his brother's tight asspussy. Bill replied " I love you Chris. This is so fuckin good, man." "Damn straight it is, bro." Chris kept up a steady, no nonsense fuck. I could see the length of his hard wet horsedick when he would pull it all the way out, then shove it slowly back in rotating his hips, so that his big swollen cockhead inflamed the sides of his Bill's horny rectum. Keeping his hard jockpole deep in the tight wet asshole, Chris spun his brother over on his back, so that Bill's randy young uncut prick was standing straight up between them. Keeping over half of his thick shaft embedded in the warm jockhole, Chris bent over and closed his mouth over Bill's fat rod, sucking the rigid fuckstick while reaching up and pinching Bill's sensitive nipples. Bill's head was thrashing back and forth in lust as he squirmed on the big cock and tried his best to fuck the wet mouth in front of him. Soon after this Chris said, "I'm getting close, bro." He sunk his entire 9 inches deep in his brother's hot ass and began to fuck in short slow grinds. I could tell it was driving Bill wild and he pulled Chris to him and locked his mouth on his brothers as he arched his hips and fired blast after blast of hot teen boyspunk, coating both of their muscular chests with the thick white goo. Chris sat back on his knees, pulling his sport boy boner out just as jets of thick teen ballcream blasted scum all over Bill's spent cock and balls. Holding the massive hard dick down he aimed a few sprays of the hot sexjuice right at Bill's red abused jockhole. As the spurts of fuckjuice dwindled, Chris aimed the sloppy wet cock knob at the hole and with a push, sunk his still hard throbber in the cum soaked hole for a final few thrusts into his brother's warm pussy. Keeping the long shaft deep, he laid on top of Bill and kissed him one more time. "Thanks, bro, you're the best. I really needed that." Pulling his now deflating cock out with a plop, he stood at the bedside and stretched his long muscular frame. "Boys, it's bedtime." I quickly shut my eyes, not knowing if he knew I saw the whole thing but figuring he probably did.