Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 20:59:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Exprmntle Subject: Collin and I: Collin and I Share Bunk Beds Collin and I: Collin and I share bunk beds incest, tv, college, foot fetish, anal, mild filth by exprmntle (comments very welcome: exprmntle@yahoo.com ) My brother and I used to share bunk beds. When we were growing up, he and I shared a bedroom. We lived in three bedroom apartments and homes and my parents would reserve the third room for guests. They got us the bunk beds when we were in high school so that we could save space. That piece of furniture led to some very interesting events. Collin, my brother, and I were very close. We shared a comic collection, books, records, we even shared a few part time jobs. Collin and I didn't share clothes, because we were different sizes: he was slender and shorter than me. But, we did share porn. When we were in our teens, we got a job babysitting younger kids and we would routinely scrounge the bedroom closets and bathrooms (after the kiddies were asleep!) for their parents' porn collections. We started with Playboy and Penthouse, but, ultimately, we went for more unusual things, like the digest sized books of stories or magazines with strange fetishes, like Nugget. We would slip the magazines into your book bags and take them home with us after our job was done. We didn't discuss the contents much. We both beat off -- I know, because I found his cum rags wadded up under his bed and I'm sure he found my cum-stained tighty-whities. He used to use hand towels. Then that changed. But I'll get to that in a minute. I liked to beat off directly into my underwear. I liked falling asleep with my cum drying in my pubes. I didn't like scraping the dried stuff out later, so I came up with a solution. And I'll get to that in a minute, too. But we scarcely acknowledged one another's sexual habits, until we got those bunk beds. When we got the bunk beds, during our first year at the nearby college, things changed. We were, of course, sleeping closer together -- one right on top of another. But, because Collin, who had the top bunk, could no longer tuck his dog-eared copies of Club, Oui, Leg Show, and so forth, between his mattresses, he had to have my help. I kept a box under my lower bunk, with our porn. This made it easier to share porn, and it also made me more aware that Collin's cum rag was more than just a receptacle for his cum. I knew that because he stopped using the towels and began using a silk scarf he had stolen from a girlfriend's bedroom. I don't know how he kept them clean -- maybe he snuck them into his laundry or something, but they never became nasty with cum. After a while, he had about six different silk and nylon scarves, in different colors. I tried one when I beat off, once. Collin had gone out for a date and I was alone with the store of pornography. Collin was way more social than I was and, occasionally, he would bring a girl home. They would have sex in the guest bedroom, then the two would slip into his bunk bed to sleep. My parents were usually out on the town and slept late, so it was no trouble to straighten up the guest room and slip the girl out of the house before they were aware. Anyhow, he went out and left me alone in the house. I wallowed in it, treating myself to lipsticked lesbians and pin-up girls in bondage. I read all the sexy stories: hot little one-night stands. And I even saved one (the second) of the three cums I had that night for the story of a guy who wore panties to his neighborhood peepshow, and sucked cocks through the glory-holes that my fevered brain imagined were just waiting for a boy like me to discover. I slipped Collin's silky scarf up and down my cock, rubbing the glans and shaft, and imagining that it was me, on my knees on the sticky floor, with a strange man groping my pantied ass. In no time, I blew my load into the sexy pink kerchief. The silk felt good against my dick, but I was reminded, when the hot cum pooled at the base of my teenaged cock, that sticky cum was a mixed blessing. Before the cum dried, I determined to make a change. I mopped the cum up as best I could and went into the small bathroom adjoining our bedroom. In the medicine cabinet, I got a razor and some shaving cream, and I shaved my crotch. I was so scared, the first time! I was afraid I would cut something important. However, in just a few minutes, I had got rid of all that nasty hair and I was as slick and smooth as a baby down there between my legs. That felt nice, so I went on to shave my ass-crack, too. I felt so slick. My ass cheeks had never felt so smooth. My dick was a little razor burned, but I was turned on. I was so excited that I got hard again almost immediately (oh, to be a teen again!). I didn't want to use up half my brother's scarf supply in one night, especially since I didn't know how to wash them, so I went to plan B. I raided the panty drawer in the guest bedroom. One of my cousins, Lynn, used to visit frequently, especially when she was going clubbing downtown. We lived much closer to the nightlife than she did in her parents' remote suburban gated community. Lynn kept a few changes of clothes there. She was smaller than me, but I found an impossibly racy g-string that I know she could not keep at her own home, and I scampered back to my room to slip it up over my silky smooth crotch. I loved the way the string slipped between my supersmooth asscheeks, reminding me of my horny pleasure. My dick and balls hung luridly out of the leg holes, and I had no trouble beating off with the pretty pink g-string snuggled in place. Then I fell blissfully asleep. Our bedroom was like a locker-room. We routinely dressed and undressed in front of each other. But since Collin had begun dating, I had seen little of him completely naked. He went into school at a different time than I did, riding with his friends, Ron and Mark. I walked to the bus stop and went in earlier, usually, to take advantage of the quiet library time at the college. Being kind of an early riser, I figured I could slip the panties off and somehow get them back in the lingerie drawer before anyone was up. But that morning, a Saturday, I awoke to the smell of sex in our room and I assumed that lucky Collin had scored with another teen queen. Not surprisingly, I open my eyes to see a slender, hairless leg with dark, dark red polish on the toes of the foot, slip out of the upper bunk. I held perfectly still, wanting to get a free glimpse at this little sexpot. Imagine my surprise when the slender, hairless leg was attached to Collin! Collin, like me, had a fair amount of body hair, but the legs and ass that I saw drop from the upper bunk were smooth, hairless, and had the sheen of a skin conditioner, like the models in the magazines. I continued to feign sleep when Collin turned slightly and I could see his morning hard-on. Oooh... I used to fantasize about his dick. Although he was smaller than me, his dick was at least two inches bigger and I envied it... and... when I closed my eyes, I thought about holding it... and kissing it... and sucking it. I hadn't seen it fully erect since an awkward moment in our shared bathroom a year or two previously. There was a drought in our area and our parents had told us to share a shower, as we used to when we went to the beach. In the shower, we had begun horsing around, and I ended up with his hard, soapy dick in my hand, mine in his. After just a moment, we both came. Then, we rinsed off and didn't talk about it afterward. That was months if not years ago but his beautiful cock was everything I remembered and more. And, to cap it all, he, too, had shaved his pubes! I couldn't help it... I inhaled sharply as my heart began pounding. If he heard me, he didn't show it. He slipped into the bathroom and I could hear him pissing. I wished, desperately, that I could watch him do that. Or maybe hold his dick while he pissed. He came back into the room and I had time to notice that he had shaved off more than just the hair on his legs, ass, and cock -- his chest and back were silky smooth, too, and even the hair on his arms looked thin. Then, he spoke to me: "You may as well open your eyes," he said, in a neutral voice. "I heard you gasp when you saw my dick. You're such a fag." I opened my eyes and drank in his naked body. I swallowed and said, after clearing my throat, "Um, it's just that, I was dreaming about one of the models in a leg magazine. And then I opened my eyes and saw your leg, with that polish on your toes!" His cock twitched when I said polish. "Well," he said, turning around, exposing his slick bubble butt to me. "It's part of my new look. Sort of David Bowie androgyny." "You'll never believe this," I began, and he looked back over his pale shoulder at me. But I shaved my pubes last night." "What," he asked. "Let me see. I don't believe you." Before I could formulate a response, he whipped the covers off me, exposing my stolen, slutty undies. "Those are nice," he said, and his hand moved toward my crotch. "They're not mine," I stammered. "OK, well, let me see your pubes." I could see his big, dick begin to swell slightly. Full of embarrassment, I slowly slipped the g-string down my still-hairy thighs. He snorted a laugh. "It makes your dick look a little larger." "Cut it out," I said. "No, really," he said as he lowered a slender hand to the area above my crotch. "Wow... nice and smooth. Did you just shave last night?" "Yeah." "Nice," he said. "Is this the only part you shaved? Your pubes?" "No," I replied softly. "I shaved my asscrack, too." "Let me see." I rolled over, and, after a moment, he placed his hands on my furry asscheeks. "I don't see any difference," he said, gently parting my crack. "Oh, now I see." I could feel his cool hand slide between my slick buttocks, grazing my anus. I shuddered when he did that and I could hear him chuckle very softly. Without turning over, I murmured, "Can I look at you again?" I felt the hand pull back and I silently hoped he was not ending this encounter. "Why not," he said. "It will sure make keeping myself hairless easier if I don't have to sneak around behind your back." I turned over and looked at his body. He was leaning against the upper bunk with his forearms and I could see some things that I had not noticed before. His pits were shaved and I could still smell his sweat and the club he had been too the night before. And, he seemed to have the residue of makeup on his face. His pink nipples looked stiff and erect and his cock was half hard and had a tiny drop of some liquid, either piss or pre-cum at the slit. I whimpered and took his dick in my hand. He sighed, but he didn't pull away. I begged him, "Can I... can I please hold your dick for a second?" "Oh, yeah," he said, as I began to stroke it. "That bitch I was out with last night wouldn't give it up. I beat off last night, when I got in, but I was afraid I was going to have to do it again this morning." "Your legs really did remind me of this girl in that Leg Show we got a week ago," I said, pumping his swelling prick moving my lips closer and closer to his dewy, magnificent cockhead. "Oh," he said, his breath coming quicker now. "Yeah?" "Yes," I said, looking into his blue eyes and placing my lips breathing distance away from his lovely rod. "I wanted to suck her... toes... sooooo bad." I leaned in and planted a big, wet kiss on his cockhead. It tasted of piss, and cum and... something else. I swabbed his cock up and down like a popsicle, then gently pulled his foreskin back and slipped my tongue in, just like in the story I had read the night before. I could taste his sexy skin, his musk, and a bitter taste that rang my bells. Then I felt his slender hand pushing my thigh out of the way and I felt it caressing my balls. He circled his fingers around then for a moment, then slipped two fingers between my buttcheeks. He straightened up, then, as his orgasm neared, and, holding onto the edge of the upper bunk, blew his load in my mouth. I didn't mind the taste -- I'd been licking up my own cum from my hand for years -- but the volume surprised me and it leaked out of my mouth. Collin quickly leaned down and licked the cum from my chin and lips. He returned his fingers to my ass, stroking my asshole as he admired my shave. "Mmmmm," he said. "This looks stupid, with all your leg hair. We need to shave your legs and ass, too. Come with me." He turned and went to the bathroom. I couldn't help notice that his ass swayed, like a girl's, as he went. I would rather have beat off, at that point, as my cock was straining at its limits. I noticed that, fully erect, my dick was the same size as Collin's post-climax cock. I could still see the drippy head bobbing between his sleek thighs as he walked away. I scrambled out of bed to follow his small, girlish butt. The shower was running when I got there. "Here," he said, passing the razor and shaving cream. I got into the shower and began lathering up. To my surprise, he slipped in behind me and took the can of shaving cream from my hand. "Rinse off," he said. I did so, and he slipped past me, his belly stroking past my butt. He put the stopper in the drain and turned off the water. He began to fill his hand with soap and spread it onto my right foot. I leaned back against the cold tile and my penis began to get hard again. Methodically, Collin shaved each of my legs, working in segments -- right foot, right calf, left foot, left calf, right thigh, left thigh. He rinsed the blade in the standing water in the tub. My eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Then, I felt his graceful hands on my hips, as he turned be around. "Do you want me to do your back," he asked. His hand lingered on my left hip, slowly caressing my butt. "What do you think," I squeaked, trying to control my voice. "I think it would look good if you were smooth, like me," he said. "Go ahead." His hand left my ass, and he went back to shaving my body. He worked quickly, in a business-like fashion, until he got to my armpit. He had just finished the detail work around my nipples, and he told me to raise my arms. I was a little embarrassed because I hadn't soaped my pits when I got into the shower. He looked at my pits, looked me in the eye, half-smiled, then leaned in and nuzzled my armpit. "Sorry," he said. "I just love that smell. It's one of my favorite body smells." What were the others, I wondered? He shaved my pits, then went back to my ass. I felt his hand slide back down my now hairless torso and I heard the razor drop to the bottom of the tub. Then, I felt him place both his hands on my asscheeks. I felt him gently part my cheeks and heard him take a big sniff of my slick, wet asshole. "This is my second favorite," he said. And then he did something that astounded me. I felt his soft, wet tongue swirling around my asshole. I gasped and reached up for the built-in towel rack, staggered by this feeling. My cock bumped into the cold tile as my knees buckled. Collin chuckled again, as I fell away from his lovely tongue. "I'm getting to be a gourmet," he said. "It's better when it's a little sweaty, not all squeaky clean like you are. You'll see." He shaved my ass, then unplugged the drain and turned the water back on, rinsing our hairless bodies. We dried off. Collin reached into medicine cabinet and brought out some lotion. He pumped some into his hand, then put the bottle down and warmed it by rubbing his hands together. Then, he began to rub his lubed palms over my body, starting with my shoulders, my back, running his hands under my pits, to my chest, my nipples, my belly, my hips and ass, all the way down to my feet. "Go ahead," he said, gently pushing me back to my room. If he noticed my straining dick, he said nothing. "I'll be right there. Get out that magazine you mentioned, the leg fetish one." I stumbled back to our room and got in my bed, rolling over to get into the box of porn. I could hear Collin moving around in the other room. I got in bed. I loved the way my sheets felt against my newly smooth body. I pulled out the issue and flipped to the photo spread I had thought off when I saw Collin's leg that morning. In it, a girl in stockings languished on a couch, pointing her toes temptingly toward the camera. Her pussy and asshole were visible in many of the shots. Like my brother, the model had pouty lips and sandy blonde hair. His hair was not quite as long as the models, but there was a resemblance. My cock twitched against my hairless thigh. I reached down to stroke it but Collin stepped into the room. My heart skipped a beat. He was wearing dark stockings, just like the slut in the pictures. He walked over to the edge of the bed, swinging his hips in a very feminine way. He stepped to the edge of the bunk, and climbed the ladder to his bed. His sexy legs and feet dangled over the edge. "Give me the magazine," he said. I passed it to him, reaching up between his legs. "Ok, get out of bed." I was on my feet in seconds. He raised one of his feet toward my face. I didn't need instruction. I took it in my hands and began kissing and licking his stockinged toes, as he flipped through the magazine. He murmured and purred as I licked his feet. Collin reached between his legs and began stroking the object of my obsession. Then he reached between his legs, and slipped a finger into his asshole. "Here," he said, pulling his finger from his asshole. "Try this." I needed no encouragement. He must have known of my anal obsession. I kept a round-handled hairbrush in the porn box. It was about the diameter of my fingers, but longer, and I routinely used it to fill my ass when I jacked off. I loved that feeling -- it made me cum, but my dick didn't always get hard when it was in. It was a very different feeling than stroking my stiff boy-cock. After I fucked my ass, I would often lick the handle clean while I worked toward a second orgasm. Collin's long, slim finger had some filth on it, but I sucked it in, trying to lick it like I had licked his cock before. I hummed and whimpered as he held the magazine up, seemingly ignoring me. "Oh, I can see why you like her," he said. "I love her look. So much like me, don't you think?" I mumbled something around his finger and he pulled his hand from my mouth. He looked up from the magazine and smiled. "Lie back down," he said, getting down from the top bunk. "Take out some lesbian porn." I followed his instructions, happily. When I rolled back over from my porn stash, he had climbed into my bed, at the opposite end. He propped a pillow against the foot of the bed, and pushed me back with one of his silky feet, running his foot down my chest and surrounding my cock with his stockinged feet. "Oh, that's nice," he said. "You have a pretty dick." Stroke... stroke... "It's just a little small," he said. I flinched. "Oh, don't be concerned," he said, raising one of his hands. And continuing to stroke my cock with his feet. "It's perfect. Just a little small. I like it. And I can tell you like what I'm doing for you." There was no denying this. My precum was joining the spit soaking his stockings. "And I will make you cum," he said. I looked from the magazine of lesbians sucking toes, to his big, soft-skinned cock, to his sexy feet. One of his slim feet stroked my shaft while the other caressed the underside of my balls. The silk rubbed my hairless nutsack... then I felt him stretch his foot farther between my legs. After a moment, I felt his painted toe pushing at my anus. My breathing quickened and I looked up, quickly. He licked his lips and ran his hands over his own hairless chest and swollen nipples. He looked me in the eye. If I hadn't cum so many times the night before, I would have blown my load long ago. "But you have to do something for me." I was running my hands over my chest, feeling my smooth skin and stiff nipples. I looked him in the eye. "You have to lick my asshole," he began. He took his silky feet from my cock and ass and turned so that he was on all fours over me. He put his hands on my chest and stroked my nipples with his fingers. The tip of his hot, hard dick, bopped the head of my own smaller one. " And then he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I was so confused, but incredibly hot. I really wanted to fuck him, but I was blushing about his small-dick comments. I had measured it the week before -- six inches. Average, but smaller than his hard, but silky cock. So big. So sexy. So verile, yet... between his hairless legs, so feminine. My own dick felt incredibly swollen right now. His dick seared mine when they rubbed together. "Lie back," he said. "I need you to suck my shitter for a while." I lay back and he turned again, so he was facing my cock. Over my face was his pretty pink asshole, slightly flecked with the shit he had stirred up with his finger a moment ago. His hands continued to caress my nipples. "Do it," he said. And I did, sticking my tongue deep into his asshole. He caressed my nipples and occasionally stroked my cock to keep me interested. He needn't have bothered. Asslicking has always been a big fetish of mine. When I see a puffy pink asshole, flecked with filth, between two perfectly round, smooth buttocks, my dick swells to full size. I often look at my leg magazines, lusting over every asshole, fingering my own shitter while I do it. Sometimes, I cum on my belly before I ever get to stroking my cock. I slurped his shitter for all I was worth. I licked it and sucked it and felt his anus swell and puff around my tongue. His ass rolled forward and back as his pelvis moved, sometimes smothering me with his funky smell. I licked and probed, pushing my tongue in to lick and taste his filthy treat. After several minutes of swabbing his hot little ass, he climbed off and got on the bedroom floor, facing away from me. He looked back over his shoulder, his lips parted, panting. I had never seen such a lusty look on a boy's face before. I got behind him and spit on my cock. He reached between his legs and grabbed my dick, slick with spit, body lotion, precum and sweat. He guided it to his anus and I began to push. It took forever for me to get my cockhead into his anus. I was afraid I would lose my erection, but the whole time, he kept talking dirty to me. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "Take that baby dick and put it in my faggot ass. Push it in. I want to feel every inch of it. Or is it already in? It's awful small. Let me know so I can tell when you're fucking me. Then I'll pretend to like it. Slide it in, baby dick. Push it in, baby boy. Fuck my tight ass. Fuck it. Don't the stockings turn you on, you sissy? Oooohhh." Finally I was in and the trash talking stopped. I gripped his hip and rocked my pelvis back and forth, stroking his asshole for all it was worth. He moaned and pushed back and I could feel my dick rubbing his hot shitter. After several minutes of stroking his asshole, I blew my load into his girly ass, and then he did something that I will remember with lust forever. He pulled away from me and quickly pushed me onto my back. Then, the darling boy queened me, letting me lick my cum and a little of his shit from his asshole. "Hmm," he said, as I happily tongued his asshole. "I didn't think you'd go for that. You've surprised me, baby bro! And I'm not easy to surprise. Maybe I should really introduce you to Mark and Ron..." I didn't know what he meant... just then. There was no making my cock hard again. He left me on the floor with unsatisfied lust and a filthy dick. He got up and grabbed an armful of his regular clothes and went into the bathroom. He showered, dressed, and blew me a kiss before he left for the day. "See you later," he winked.