Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:06:12 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: ROAD TRIP 2

The sound of loud boys' voices roused me from my sleep but the room was in
complete darkness except for the widening crack of light from the door as
the kids swung it open.

I flicked on the bedside lamp and Tim asked me if I was OK.  I told him
yes, that I was just getting some badly-needed deep sleep.  Peter and Joey
were right behind Tim and I thought that would be the end of the stream of
boys parading into the room.  But the other 4 kids were right behind them
and within seconds the room was overflowing with their energy.

Anthony and Kevin, Davie and Zack, and 3 other boys I had seen the kids
talking with a lot during the day filled all available chairs and bed
space.  The new boys were named Mike, Noah, and Theo.  I immediately sussed
that this Theo kid was the one Joey had mentioned in the van, the kid he
jacked off with during sleep-overs.

Theo was a tall red-head with bad skin and big, sad, blue-green eyes, a 15
year old kid who stood almost as tall as me.  He was all arms and legs, an
overgrown puppy still too large for his body and liable to knock things
over because of his clumsiness.

He seemed nice enough, with a somewhat raspy voice that cracked when he got
too loud or excited.  I imagined him and Joey comparing dicks and busting a
nut together and wondered if either ever had an itch to take things
further.

The new kids didn't stay long because their chaperones were looking for
them and trying to get all the kids into their assigned rooms.  Quick
good-nights and a few amazing insults, and the three newcomers disappeared,
leaving me with the other 4 boys who didn't want to go to their room yet.

The drama teacher was making her rounds, making sure all was well and that
everyone was where they should be.  When she got to our room she told the 4
boys that they needed to go to their room now.  I told her that I'd send
the boys next door to their room as soon as they were finished telling me
about the performance.  She asked me if she could have a word with me
outside, in private.

She told me that she wasn't too pleased with me over having left the
performance to come back to the motel to crash.  I told her I thought she
was being ridiculous and she didn't like that at all.

I knew the boys could hear pretty much everything we were saying but by
then I didn't give a shit.

Fuck her, I thought, she doesn't run my life.  She had pissed me off, and
when I got pissed off I always wanted to do something to get revenge in one
way or another.

As soon as I got back inside the room the boys all looked at me with raised
eyebrows, wanting to know exactly what had been said.  I told them to
forget it as I threw myself on my bed next to Tim.

A second later I was back on my feet and asked the boys if they wanted to
smoke out as a secret adventure.  I need hardly have asked.  Of course they
wanted to get stoned behind their teacher's back!

I knew I was being adolescent, but this felt like sweet revenge to me.
Just by breaking all the rules so brazenly, well, somehow that was enough
for me.

I told them to wait while I went to the van and to keep quiet.  I opened
the door and walked towards the van parked about 30 feet away.  I heard the
fucking teacher call out, "Can I help you, Cal?"

I got suddenly furious and yelled back, pleasantly enough, "Just have to
get something out of the fucking van!  Good-night!"

I got what I came for and casually walked back to the room.  I doubt what
I'd said even registered with the teacher, but the kids were all rolling
and nearly crying cuz they'd heard the whole thing.  They got me busting up
too, and we had a good laugh over it.

I didn't want 8 people smoking weed in one motel room because I knew
there'd be no way to cover up the smell.  So I had the 4 boys from next
door go on over and I followed about 10 minutes later, like I was checking
to make sure they were all in bed and OK, in case any school folks were
passing by.

When I walked in they were lounging on the beds, still dressed in their
t-shirts and shorts and socks and shoes.  The TV was on and the volume was
down low.

"Well, fuck you all, guys, get your asses undressed and into bed or I won't
give you your medicine!"  I was chuckling like a mad scientist.  The boys
all laughed and scrambled out of their clothes and under the sheets.

I laughed to myself over the fact that all of these boys were back to
wearing underwear under their shorts.  None of us in my room did.  Safely
tucked into bed, I sat on Anthony's and Zack's bed and lit the pipe for
them.  I filled it a couple of times and when I saw Zack's and Anthony's
eyes start to get glassy I went to sit with Kevin and Davie.

Davie choked and sputtered for a while but finally pulled it together and
got a helluv nice buzz even before I left the room.  Kevin was staring at
the TV, oblivious and nicely toasted.  In about 15 minutes I was saying,
"Well, g'night then!" in a big, cheesy voice for everyone to hear, and
closed their door behind me.

When I came into my room the kids were shirtless and had taken their socks
and shoes off.  I plopped on the bed next to Tim and filled the pipe.  I
got paranoid and thought I could smell weed smoke from next door and then
made the boys follow me into the bathroom so we could smoke under the vent
fan in the ceiling.

While they were passing our 3rd bowl I hiked down my shorts and hauled out
my dick to take a piss.  Mid-stream I realized I might as well kick them
off all the way so without stopping my stream I kicked them off.  This sent
a spray of hot piss over the toilet seat and onto the floor; the boys all
ewwww-ed and cackled, delighted to see an adult enjoy the nasty pleasure of
pissing wild as much as they did.

When we were all nicely baked we got back onto our beds.  We turned the
lights off and the TV on and watched it for a little while with the volume
down super low.

Joey actually brought up Theo as "that kid."

"Hey, Cal, so that Theo kid?  He's the one I said in the van that I jerk
off with sometimes."

"Oh yeah, right.  Awesome, bro, he looks cool."

"He is, Theo's my homie."

Timmy and Peter assented, saying that Theo was for sure a cool dude.

After a couple of minutes passed in silence I asked the kids if they'd been
able to beat off since they'd been here.

They all just shrugged and I asked them where and when they were able to do
it.  Joey said, "In the morning, in the bathroom," and they all said,
"yeah."

I told them that was good and Peter said it wasn't enough, to which they
also agreed.

"Once a day don't do it for me," Joey said, speaking for all of them.

I let a few more minutes go by as I noticed their bodies shift on the beds
and hands beginning to fiddle with crotches.  I was horny as hell myself
and planned on busting a nut anyway, so I asked them if they knew about
hot-dogging as I openly but casually played with my balls.

None of them knew the term so I explained that it's just another way of
getting off with a buddy, and it's something you can do with girls, too.
They were immediately interested.

"OK, it's simple and it feels awesome.  It might seem freaky to you at
first but it's no big deal.  All you do is stick your dick between your
buddy's butt cheeks and then slide your boner up and down 'til you nut!"

At first the boys stared at me with a look somewhere between vague horror
and intense curiosity.  The idea of putting their dicks in a buddy's hairy
butt cleft must have seemed totally queer to them, but I told them again
that they could do it to a girls' butt, too.  That seemed to clear some of
their doubt away.

"It's a cool way to enjoy the feeling of fucking without having to worry
about getting a bitch pregnant or having your dick shoved up somebody's
ass."

The boys were all eyes and nervous titters when I said this.

"Does it hurt? Joey asked, with an excited but doleful cast to his face.

"Not at all, bro, cuz there's no penetration."

As soon as I said 'penetration' the 3 cracked up and fell back laughing on
the beds.  I could tell they were jittery about trying this, so I
volunteered to be the one they tried it on first.

They knew they could trust me and the fact that it was me suggesting it
made them want to do it, if for no other reason than I was now perceived as
the leader of the opposition -- opposed to the rules and conservatism
symbolized by the drama teacher.  The guys were willing to be provocateurs
if it meant going against the grain.  Disobedience is intoxicating to boys.

I knew Tim wouldn't volunteer to go first because I was his brother and the
other 2 kids might think it was bizarre and kinky that we'd do something
overtly sexual to each other.  That left Peter or Joey, but I knew Peter
would volunteer first.

After a bit more giggling and squirmy build-up, Peter announced he'd go
first.  I praised him for having the balls to go first and asked him if he
wanted to do it standing up or lying down.  He didn't know what difference
it made, so he opted for lying down.  I flopped over onto my stomach and
casually showed off my ass to the boys.

Now, I have always had a nice ass, and numbers of people - girls and guys,
both - have told me that they love the shape and muscularity of my butt.
There's a dusting of dark hair all over the cheeks, and my crack in lined
in silky hair with a hole surrounded by even more hair.

I wiggled my butt in the air and told Peter to climb on.  We were all
giggling while this was going on.  I could hear the voices of the boys in
the next room as they conversed back and forth, punctuated with shorts
guffaws of weed-fueled hilarity.  Our room was the last in a row, so we
only had neighbors on that one side.

I glanced behind me to see what was happening and Tim and Joey sat down on
the other bed to watch as Peter got naked fast, his dick throbbing with
life as soon as it was freed from his shorts.

Peter stroked his cock a few times until it was completely hard, then knelt
on my bed right behind me.  The size of this kid's cock still surprised me.
Peter was going to be a big boy when he was through growing up.

"Go for it, bro, you'll see how awesome it is," I encouraged him.  He
looked up to my face and smiled at me as he got ready to cover me with his
gangly, sweat-stinky body.  The expression on his face clued me in to the
huge sexual rush this was giving him.  I was writhing around a little on
the bed, just to get him excited and amped for the feel of my ass.  I
didn't think he'd last long before he blew his wad.

"Spit on your dick to lube it up some, bro," I instructed him.  I heard him
hock up a wad of spit and then wet, liquid sounds filled the room as he
coated his shaft and stroked it a bit.

"OK, here goes," he whispered as he lay down on top of me.  The other 2
boys giggled as Peter covered me, positioning his stiff dick so it would
fit in my crack just like a hot dog in a bun.

He was holding himself slightly up off me, like he was afraid his full
weight would be unpleasant for me so I told him, "Dude, just lay down on
top of me and pump.  That's all you have to do.  Don't worry about me, I'll
be fine."

He relaxed his whole weight onto me and it felt amazing.  He wasn't sure
where to put his face at first so I turned my head to one side, allowing
him to lean his head and face on the other.  I knew this couldn't seem at
all gay or the boys wouldn't want to try this.

"Aw, hell yeah, this DOES feel fucking awesome, dudes!" he hissed to Tim
and Joey as he started pumping my crack.

"Mmmmmm, it does, yeah.  See?  What'd I tell you?"  I was milking the coach
role for all it was worth.

Joey asked, "It doesn't hurt at all?"  I wasn't sure whom he was talking
to, and I was just about to answer when Peter cut me off.

"No, man, nothing's getting shoved anywhere, so it's just friction, bro,
just slipping and sliding!"  I could hear the nasty, breathless excitement
in Peter's voice.

"It feels as good to me as it does to Peter," I added.

I could hear Tim and Joey humming with stoned horniness.

"How do you get off?" Tim asked me.

Every time I spoke it came out in little breathless bursts as Peter's
weight and pumping forced my voice to quaver.

"Well, if I was standing up I would jack myself off, but lying down I can
fuck the mattress or a pillow if I put one under me."  I increased the rate
I was fucking the mattress so they could clearly see what I was talking
about.

"Wow," Peter murmured into the pillow next to me.

The feel of his hairy legs rubbing against mine was amazing; the moist heat
of his sweating chest and armpits bathed me in his scent; his hot breath
beat against the back of my head and into my face when I turned towards
him.  I could tell Peter was enjoying this as much as I was.

His face brushed my shoulders and back every once in a while as he labored
away.  I could tell he was having a hard time not kissing my shoulders and
neck, a curious automatic physical reaction that seems to go with the
experience.  Peter began grunting and whining quietly, pushing himself ever
closer to shooting his cum deep in my ass crack.

When I knew he was getting close I told him to roll off me.  At first he
just ignored me and pumped faster and harder, but when I said it again he
sucked his teeth and rolled over.

I turned over and sat up.

"See?  That's all there is to it.  How'd it feel?" I asked Peter, turning
to look directly at him.

His eyebrows shot up and he grinned like a fool.

"It feels awesome, but you didn't let me finish!"  He said it like he had
just discovered a new video game.

"And girls dig it?" Joey asked.

"Not as much as getting their pussy plowed, but yeah, they dig it," I
answered.  Joey laughed and stood up, hopping around the room.

"I wanna do it now!" he said.

We all laughed and then all of a sudden everyone was moving around.

Peter got up and told Joey he could hot-dog him if he wanted, and Joey
nodded wildly, making us all laugh again.

"What's the standing up way?" Peter asked me, like I knew all the secrets
of the universe.

"Just lean against the wall and push your butt out.  Then Joey can stand
behind you and do it."

As they scrambled into this position I told them about how fun and easy it
is for multiple guys to do this simultaneously.  They looked at me like I
was speaking Martian, so I explained it.

"See, if Peter - for example - is leaning against the wall, and Joey is
hot-dogging him, then it'd be simple for Tim to get behind Joey and do it
to him while Joey does it to Peter.  You can add as many guys as you want,
it still feels awesome no matter how many are goin' at it!"

"Whoa!" Joey said, his sneaky brown eyes gleaming with mischief.  Tim was
curious about this new activity but wasn't saying much.  I could tell from
his face that he wanted to try it, too.

Peter braced himself against the wall near the door and shoved his butt out
toward Joey.  He was pushing out so far that he was almost squatting and I
laughed at him, telling him he really didn't need to push his ass out so
far.  This was the first view I'd had of Peter's ass and it was a good one.
His butt wasn't nearly as meaty as mine and there were a few pimples on the
cheeks.  But the hair lining his crack looked moist and lush and his
asshole was pink and juicy looking.  His naked back was dotted with zits,
too, but it only made him look sexier than when he was dressed, more
youthful and inexperienced.

He blushed and the kids all giggled some more as he got into a more
natural, comfortable position.  Joey was right behind him, ready to hot-dog
as soon as Peter stopped moving around.  They reminded me of over-sexed
puppies.

"C'mon, bitch, I'm gonna do ya!"  Joey was having a blast, treating the
whole experience like he was in a porn flick, even making the sound of
cheesy 70's porn music.  He wagged his hard dick back and forth, grabbing
his balls and squeezing them 'til they bulged in his fist.  Joey's dick was
more thick than long, but it looked good on him, just right for a kid his
size.  We were all smiling and having a great time.

When Joey finally pressed into Peter he said, "Oh, fucking Jesus Christ!"
as he pumped Peter's butt, his own ass muscles working so hard it tired me
out just watching him.  Joey had a nice, athletic ass and legs, the result
of hours spent skateboarding.

As he bucked back and forth, Peter told him to spit on his dick cuz his ass
hairs were getting pulled and it stung.  Joey spat in his hand and rubbed
it up and down Peter's crack, making the hair glisten and rise into little
peaks.  It looked hot.

Tim looked at me and smiled broadly, that secret smile we shared when we
were alone.  I motioned with my head for him to get up and hot-dog Joey and
he did.

Joey had his hands on Peter's hips, pulling him and pushing him whatever
way he needed for it to feel the best.  Peter was stroking his own dick
every once in a while but mostly his hard cock just bobbed up and down from
the force of Joey's exertions.

Tim surprised Joey by touching him lightly on the shoulder.  Joey's head
half-turned to Timmy, his mouth opened in slack-jawed bliss.

"What, dude?" he asked mechanically.

"Nothing.  I'm gonna hot-dog you while you do Pete."  Tim said it like he
was the ringmaster, more an announcement than a request.  Sexy little
fucker, my brother.

Joey furrowed his brow like he wasn't so sure about this part, but I
laughed at them and told them to hurry it up.  I didn't tell them why they
needed to hurry, but it did the trick and Joey shrugged his usual 'what the
fuck?' shrug and Timmy slid his stiff dick between Joey's ass cheeks.

As soon as Tim was in place, both boys let out low groans and sighs.  Peter
started snickering and saying they sounded like two fucking fags, not in a
mean way, just as a nasty taunt.

Watching my brother pump his little buddy's crack was almost too much for
me.  I almost came without even meaning to, and I had to look away and
close my eyes for a few moments until I got myself under control.

When I opened my eyes, Timmy was clasping Joey's hips hard and really
grinding into him.  Joey was in the same rocking rhythm and Peter was
gasping open-mouthed with his eyes closed.  All three boys were moving
together, and I remember it looked like some kind of wild sex machine,
built and designed for the exclusive use of guys.  It looked fucking
amazing.

"That's it, nice and steady," I whispered as I got up and wandered over to
them.  Tim looked at me and smiled, his hair falling into his eyes before
being tossed back.  Joey was panting and breathing heavily through his
opened mouth.  Tim ran his hands up and down Joey's flanks as he continued
pumping and Joey hissed in his breath.

Peter was silent but clearly enjoying the motion of the train behind him.
I could smell all 3 boys, a heady combination of skunky pits, funky feet
and active asses.  The smell steaming up from my own pits and crotch made
me harder than ever.

Silently, I came up behind Timmy and ran my hand over his bucking ass.  He
squealed softly when my hand made contact.  I knew what I needed to do.

I stepped into him and brushed his butt crack with the head of my cock and
he shivered as he kept working on Joey.  I pressed into him and felt my
entire dick wedge firmly between Timmy's tight little butt cheeks, my pubes
scraping against the tender skin.  I squeezed his warm, pink cheeks
together to make it even snugger and Tim leaned back against me.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I ran my hands around him and
hugged him to my chest, stroking his pecs and rubbing the light glory trail
on his stomach.  My fingers flicked his hard little nipples over and over
and he was going crazy.  I could feel sweat and pre-cum dripping out of his
crack and I wondered if he knew why my body felt like it was on fire.

I bit the back of his neck and shoulders hard, alternating with licking him
all over.  Again I could feel him shiver in my arms.  My mouth was all over
him, even his head, inhaling and tasting the musty aroma of his damp hair
and scalp.  He moaned and almost fell against me, causing Joey and Peter to
turn to see what was happening.  I immediately stopped playing with Tim and
just stood there, pumping into my brother's crack.

Peter's eyes shone with the light of a million dirty thoughts and he leered
at us.  Joey just cracked up and went right back into his fantasies.

Once Peter was facing the wall again I started in on my brother once more.
This time I brushed the length of his crack with my hard, dripping dick,
then thwacked it hard a bunch of times against his ass cheeks, making wet,
slapping sounds.  The other boys didn't even bother to look around, too
enthralled by what they were feeling in their own tender bodies to even
care.

Tim sighed and picked up his pumping speed a bit, which made Joey do the
same.  I prodded Tim's tight asshole with my finger, feeling the warm, wet
heat of his little furry hole.  Emboldened and enraged with sexlust, I
pushed against it with the head of my cock and he whimpered slightly as he
stopped pumping, waiting to see if I was going to shove it in him or not.
I whispered for him not to stop pumping, my voice trembling with lust and
excitement.

He gasped and whined loudly as I pushed the head of my dick inside him,
just far enough to get most of the head inside his asshole.  I couldn't
believe it - I had part of my cock up my little brother's shitter and he
wasn't screaming bloody murder.  In fact, I could tell from the way his
body was responding that he liked it.  The other boys had no idea what we
were doing.  I bucked into him a few times but he grimaced and made more
noise than I was comfortable with, so I pulled it out and jacked off a bit
until he settled down.

Tim turned his head to look at me, eyes huge and questioning, not a sign of
a smile on his face.  Yet he looked at me with such love and devotion that
I didn't need a smile to know that he would have taken it as much as I
wanted to give it.

He started grunting loud as he continued staring at me, and I knew he was
about to nut.  Joey picked up the pace and started making his own music,
letting us know he was close to shooting.

Timmy pulled Joey into his thrashing hips, leaned over him and yelped as he
shot out a jet of cum right up Joey's crack.  I could see a couple more
spurts pool at the base of Joey's spine, then start to drip back into his
slimy cleft.

Joey shot almost at the same time as Tim, roaring through clenched teeth as
his wad overflowed the banks of Peter's crack and dribbled down the corners
of the punk's fuzzy butt.

The boys immediately disengaged from their train formation and stood back,
still milking their engorged dicks of the last drops of sperm.

Peter looked back over his shoulder and said, "Did you cum yet?" to me as I
jerked faster.

"Not yet..." I muttered.

"Well, use me, bro, I'm just about to blow anyway," he said with an urgent
tension in his voice.

The 2 boys stumbled over to their beds and sat as I hesitated a moment
about doing this.  Showing them was one thing, touching them was another.
Peter read my mind and said, "Nobody will ever know about any of this,
right guys?"  They both said, "No."

Without another word I walked over to Peter, hard cock jutting out from my
hairy thighs, dripping with pre-cum like the snout of some ravenous
monster.

Peter leaned his weight against the wall as I arrived and I wrapped my arms
around his torso so I could hug him tight to my dick.  As I pressed my cock
into his crack it make contact with something wet and slippery and I got
off on knowing I would shoot my load on top of Joey's.  I could smell the
kid's cum already, warm and bleachy, strong and pungent like everything
about these boys.

I couldn't help but mutter, "oh fuck..." as my cock slid around in Joey's
thick, warm sperm.  I knew I was gonna pop in seconds.  Peter was making
moaning sounds and they were getting faster and higher-pitched.  Just as I
roared out and sent the first volley blasting into Peter's ass crack, he
leaned backwards with his cock pointing out to the wall and spewed a big
fucking, messy load all over the wall right next to the front door!  Big,
wet, ropey clumps of it were streaming down the wallpaper and it looked so
fucking hot and nasty.  I could feel my nuts unleashing a torrent of hot
cum all over Peter's ass and lower back.  He kept mumbling and gasping as
we both finished emptying our nuts.  It felt incredible.

I reached around him and grabbed his cock, flinging a few drops of sperm
onto the carpet as I shook his big, hard dick.  Peter laughed and relaxed
his whole body, giving in to the pleasure of feeling my hands on his most
private parts.  I ran my fingers through his butt crack, feeling the light
prickliness of hair and the gooey richness of the double cum load.  With my
fingers coated and shiny with sperm, I ran them over my chest and under my
arms, taking advantage of the dim light coming from the television to mask
my moves from the boys.

The room reeked like healthy, young sperm and sweat.  I laughed when I
thought about the drama teacher and what she'd say if she'd known what had
just happened.

When it was over we just stared at each other for a few seconds and then
the tension broke as we started to laugh.  Peter got a pained expression on
his face and said, "Yecchh!" as he reached behind himself and felt his ass
crack.

Joey didn't seem to be conscious of the fact that his cummy ass was going
to leave thick, wet stains on the bedspread where he sat.  Or maybe he just
didn't care one way or the other.

Tim and I were the only ones whose butts didn't get soaked.  But our dicks
had taken a thrashing and mine felt tender and slimy.

The kids took turns taking quick showers, then scurried to bed and got
under the sheets.

Once we were all in bed, Peter said, "I can't believe we just did that.
That was the weirdest thing I've ever done."  He said it like he was
stunned and also very, very proud of himself.

"Yeah," Joey replied.  "Weird, but fun!"

"It's good to push your limits and have new experiences," I said to them.
They all agreed and then gradually drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Peter asked me if it was OK to tell the other boys in our
group about hot-dogging.  I told him sure, if he wanted, but nobody else,
for obvious reasons.  Joey and Tim thought the other boys would be curious
and want to try it out, but I told them to keep it all on the down-low and
maybe we could do it again on the way home if we didn't drive all the way
through and stopped somewhere overnight.

We were leaving the next day and I couldn't wait to get on the road.  I
wanted to see Sherry really bad and talked to her on the phone a couple of
times that day.  That made me feel better.  I told her I was going to
probably keep the kids an extra day and hike with them in the country.  She
was fine with that and told me I was setting a good example for the boys.
I had to laugh.

We saw a show that afternoon and another one that evening.  Not much else
exciting happened, and the day passed quickly.  The shows were good and the
kids enjoyed them.

As a 'last night' treat, the school paid for our group to have dinner
before the evening show and that was cool.  But I got in an argument with
three of the chaperones that were giving my boys a ribbing for smelling
sweaty.  They teased and harassed them so much that I finally told them to
shut the fuck up or I'd kick their asses.  This was in front of the
restaurant and it took the drama teacher intervening to settle things down.

That night in our rooms the kids told me that the chaperones had been
giving them shit since we got there, and that the entire group of kids now
viewed me as even more of a hero for sticking up for the boys.  I asked
them why they hadn't said anything sooner but they said it was no big deal.
They also told me only one or two of the other kids in the entire group had
given them a hard time about not using deodorant while we were there.

"It's a hard road for the natural man," was all I said, giving them a
cryptic smile.

I made sure that all the kids got to bed at a decent hour that night
because we had to check-out by 11 a.m.  I wanted to hit the road as soon as
possible and didn't want to have to struggle with the boys to get them out
of bed.  They wanted to get stoned again, but I told them they'd have to
wait until tomorrow.

In the morning I woke up to find myself spooning with Tim.  I didn't
remember getting into that position the night before, but here we were and
it felt awesome.  He was curled up tight against me and I had my arm thrown
over his shoulder.  When I woke up I just lie there, contentedly breathing
in the smell of my little brother and stroking his hair and side.  Timmy
was still fast asleep, but after a few minutes of me petting him he yawned,
groggily stretched, and rolled over to face me.  We smiled at each other
and whispered good morning, nose-to-nose, knee-to-knee, under the sheets.
I got a raging boner and Timmy did, too, but we didn't do anything about it
except stroke and fondle each other for a bit until the alarm went off and
the boys woke up.

Without much difficulty at all, we were fed and watered and on the road
home by 10:45 a.m.  As we were backing out of our space in the motel
parking lot, I had Peter fire up my weed pipe and a few of the other kids
looked when Peter leaned out the window and shouted, "Look!" as he held the
pipe aloft.  The faces on the other kids were priceless, a combination of
shock and envy.  Peter yelled a final warning about telling on us as we
pulled out of the lot and onto the main street, leaving them behind us.

On the way out of town I stopped at a liquor store and bought a few
six-packs of beer and a fifth of vodka.  I figured if we were going to have
some fun we might as well do it right, and the kids were thrilled when they
checked out the contents of the bag once I got back inside the van.

The bottle stayed sealed until after lunch, but the weed and beer were
plentiful until we stopped to eat.  I didn't want a bunch of sloppy-drunk
kids to deal with in the restaurant so I told them that and that we'd have
a good time without the vodka anyway until later.  They didn't protest at
all, though they were anxious to crack the bottle and take a few good
swigs.

I asked them if they wanted to spend the night at the motel in Shasta or if
they needed to get home that day.  All of them wanted to make it an
over-nighter, but 3 of them had to call home and explain the delay.  It
helped that Tim was popular and that the kids' folks knew Timmy was Mormon.
Being his brother gave me major Brownie points, and the parents were fine
with us getting home the next day instead.  I just fed them a line of
bullshit about being a wilderness camp counselor and all the amazing sites
we'd have to miss on the way home if we were to make the trip in one day.
Nobody complained.

Again, I took my sweet time driving, making all sorts of unexpected detours
into parts of the countryside none of us had ever seen.  There really
wasn't all that much to see, but just taking our time with a good buzz on
felt wonderfully relaxing and liberating, especially after the last 2+ days
of having to obey a bunch of stupid rules.  High school sucks.

We got into Shasta pretty early in the afternoon and spent several hours
climbing and hiking up the mountain.  It was beautiful and sort of like
being on a wilderness hike at the camp I work for.  The boys loved it.

I was sort of surprised that no one had yet brought up the hot-dogging
phenomena that I had seen Peter and Joey whispering and giggling about to
the other boys the day before.  I knew everyone knew about it, but so far
no one had said a word.

Now, as the afternoon wore on and we all got physically tired and relaxed
at the same time - with the addition of lots of pot - a few of the boys
would start engaging in horseplay, frequently with one of them pretending
like he was trying to fuck the other kid. Much laughing and scrambling
about for the dominant position, I noticed, but not too much resistance on
the part of any of them.  In a way I think they were giving me visual cues
about their curiosity without having to get uncomfortable by talking about
it.

By the time we got down from our trek we were all hungry, grimy, and
stinky.  But mostly hungry.  We piled in the van and drove to a different
place than before, a nicer restaurant where we had a really good meal.

On the way back to the motel I told the boys they could open the vodka and
each take one swig only, until we got back to our rooms.  Then we could
party as much as we wanted.  They all cheered and some of them talked about
how wasted they were going to get.  I told them this wasn't going to be a
Vomit Fest and that I would cut them off when I felt they'd had enough.
They got really quiet and when I said I meant it, they agreed to my rules.

The motel was still pretty much empty except for one or two rooms at the
other end of the complex.  I had asked for rooms where we wouldn't disturb
anyone, explaining about being on a field trip with a pack of teenage boys,
rolling my eyes and sighing like I was their unhappy warden.  The clerk
nodded in understanding and gave me exactly what I'd asked for.  When I
asked to be billed for the pay-TV channels, she told me it'd be on the
house this time, since I had paid for it on our previous stay.  I thanked
her and she told me she knew how difficult it was to keep teenagers
occupied and maybe having more channels to choose from would help me out.
I laughed and told her she had no idea, smiling as I left the tiny office.

Of course, the first thing the boys wanted to know after we checked in was
whether or not we'd get the porn channel again and I told them, "Well,
duh!" like it was a given.  The boys were thrilled.  Actually, I was
finding it really easy to keep this group happy and content.  They were all
basically good kids.

When we got back from dinner, we all crammed into the room I was crashing
in with Peter, Joey and Tim.  You could feel anticipation in the air as I
broke the seal on the vodka, chugged it, and passed it to Zack who was
sitting next to me on my bed.

He tipped it back and took a good, long pull before passing it to Davie.  I
noticed Zack's eyes were watering and I asked him if he'd had hard liquor
before.  He blushed and smiled as he glanced at the faces of the others.
He said that he hadn't.

Davie kept the bottle for too long, taking several small chugs before the
other boys commanded him to pass it to Anthony who was impatiently waiting
for his turn at it.

Around the room the bottle made it's journey as I packed a bowl in my pipe
and passed that, too.  Once it was cashed, I let Peter refill it freely
from my bag of weed.  The kids were fascinated by the bulging bag of
sticky, green buds, impressed with how casually I left my stash lying
around.  Anything that smacked of defiance was cool to them.

Within a half an hour everyone was feeling good and a helluva lot looser.
Three of the seven boys had stripped down to their ever-present stiff sweat
socks and in my semi-drunken haze I asked them how often they'd changed
their clothes since we left Berkeley.  They all sort of looked at each
other in wonderment and confusion, having to really think about their
answers to this apparently random question.  Turns out that none of them
had changed socks and only Davie had bothered to switch t-shirts since we'd
been in Ashland.

Then they started teasing me and told me they bet I hadn't changed any of
my clothes once the whole trip.  And I, laughing my ass off, told them they
were fucking right.  I had packed an extra t-shirt and a pair of jeans but
my extra t-shirt was already stinky and I never did bother wearing the
jeans.  The t-shirt I had been wearing when we started the journey had been
used as a cum rag that first day.  I always traveled super light.  Peter
guffawed and said nastily that he bet there was cum on most of our clothes.
The boys giggled and pretended to get sick, but I told Peter that I would
just borrow one of his dirty tees if mine got too rank.  His eyes looked
glassy as he smiled at me.

I don't recall all that went on, but I do know the porn channel was on the
whole night, cuz it was still on when we woke up the next morning.

We all started getting mellow and found everything hilarious, but
eventually settled in to watch the porn.  Most of the kids crammed onto the
beds and the leftovers sat in the cheesy easy chair or sat on the carpet.

By now all of us were either naked or had our shorts bunched up around our
thighs, hard and horny, some stroking gently, some just alternating their
gazes between the porn, their own dicks, and the dicks of their pals.

Zack surprised me and brought the room to a standstill when he looked at
me, laughed, and slurred, "You ever sucked a dick before, Cal?"

I answered without hesitation.  "Hell, yeah, and I'm good at it.  Ain't got
no complaints yet."  I laughed at them as they looked at me.

"I told you guys I've fucked around with a few guys before, what'd you
think we did?"

Nobody said anything but a few quiet laughs filled the space.

Then Zack said, "Why don't you suck my dick?  You can, if you want to.
Don't you want to?  Go on, suck it."

The boys were speechless and so was I for a second.  Then I burst out
laughing and told Zack he must be dreaming.  The boys, including Zack,
breathed a sigh of nervous relief and joined me in mad laughter.

Kevin told Zack that he'd let him suck his dick, followed by most of the
rest of the boys saying the same to whoever was closest to them.  They
laughed and hooted like banshees and I had to shush them.

Peter was the one to bring hot-dogging up and from the response I could
tell that the boys had just been waiting for someone to be the first to
mention it.

The boys all started jabbering about how good it felt and that girls liked
it too, a few taunts about being gay, jockeying for "top" positions first,
blah, blah, blah.

I quieted them down and asked them how they wanted to do it, all in one big
row, or in groups.  They didn't know so I suggested they start as a group
and then break off if it felt better.  I even suggested some of them try it
lying on their sides on the bed or like I had shown Peter, flat on my
stomach with him lying on top of me.

As we all scrambled around we passed the bottle and remembered the extra
beer I had picked up before dinner.  Anthony wove his way into the bathroom
where we had put it and came back out with a six-pack in each hand,
grinning like a devil, dick half-hard and jutting out from its nest of
wiry, black pubes.

None of the boys appeared to be getting shit-faced yet and I was keeping a
close eye on them.  I sure as hell didn't want to have to clean up puke in
the middle of the night.

At some point during all of this, Timmy passed me and laughed, saying that
I had the skunkiest pits of anybody he ever knew.  The boys went into imp
mode right away and they all started betting on whose pits smelled
strongest.  So we had a contest.  All the kids took tentative sniffs of
everyone's pits and me and Peter won, with Joey and Kevin close seconds.

I then bet them I or one of them could tell whose pit we were smelling
blindfolded, which they thought was brilliantly, hilariously nasty.  We
knotted 3 of their less-stiff socks together and fashioned a serviceable
blindfold.

They tied it around my head and giggled as one of them came forward to push
his stinky pit in my face.  The smell wasn't too strong so I went through a
process of elimination and guessed Davie.  I was right and the boys
exploded in excited surprise.  They wanted me to try it again, and this
time I knew immediately that it was Timmy, but I hesitated and pretended
like I was having a hard time and finally guessed Anthony.  I didn't want
them remembering this drunken game later on and thinking how bizarre it was
that I could recognize the smell of my brother's armpits blindfolded.  It
just seemed too weird.

We broke the beers open and soon the room was a writhing swarm of naked
bodies climbing all over each other as the boys wrestled around the room in
preparation for the hot-dogging session.  I just sat back on my bed and
watched them, advising them on positions and technique.

Eventually, all the boys were lined up like a choo-choo train and it looked
funny as hell.  From what I can remember, the order was something like
Kevin, Anthony, Davie, Tim, Zack, Joey, with Peter in caboose position.
All I can definitely recall is Peter at the end of the line with Joey in
front of him.

The room got completely silent as the boys found their rhythm and worked on
busting their nuts together.  Sometimes they would encourage each other on
with dirty comments or a hand touching a body part in a comradely way.
Sometimes they all broke into giggles, like a wave gathering speed and
force as it rushes towards the shore.

Timmy kept glancing over at me, smiling away and asking me if I was doing
OK.  I think he wanted me to join the line but I knew better than to take
it that far.  It was enough that I was able to teach them about this fun,
innocent activity that gave me such pleasure and delight when I was a kid.
I just smiled back at Tim and told him I was doing excellently.

At some point the boys broke into smaller groups because it was easier to
control the rhythm and pressure.  They scattered around the room, some on
the beds, some on the floor, with one group still standing and rapidly
approaching the finish line.  This group was a threesome composed of Zack,
Joey, and Peter.

I got off the bed and made room for the boys who flopped into various
positions until they found the ones that worked best for them.  Tim and
Anthony were doing it on the other bed, my brother on his knees and leaning
forward onto his arms while Anthony pressed down on Timmy's back, bucking
into him with nice, full strokes.  Tim was moaning quietly and Anthony was
laughing breathlessly every once in a while.

Davie and Kevin were on the floor at first until I offered my bed to them.
They scrambled onto the bed and thanked me as they writhed around,
ultimately ending up with Kevin behind Davie, lying on their sides.

Zack moved to the foot of the other bed and grasped the footboard for
support as he leaned forward to better spread his legs and widen the cleft
between his cheeks for Joey's comfort and pleasure.  I thought it was
awesome to see how accommodating the boys were with each other.  Everyone
wanted to get off good, and the comradeship between these kids was obvious
as they helped each other out.

Peter was going at it like a pro, flinging the beading sweat off his
forehead as he alternated his speed between super fast and super slow.

I moved around the room offering the boys hits on the pipe and/or swigs
from the vodka bottle as they continued hot-dogging. The room vibrated with
the sounds of their horniness and excitement, breathy cursing and short,
sharp bursts of enfeebled laughter.  It sounded really sexy to me.

The smell of Peter's ass kept bringing me back to the threesome.  He
smelled like a roomful of boys, unwashed and untamed.  The way he bucked
and pumped showed his small, tight, pimply butt off to advantage, too.  I
was jacking my dick this whole time, but finally I couldn't stand it any
longer and just had to get a whiff of it.  I made sure that the other kids
were immersed in their own scenes before I made a move on Peter.

He looked at me as I approached him, locking eyes with me in a sort of
adolescent challenge for dominance.  I blatantly eyed his pumping butt,
then looked at his face again, inhaling deeply and nearly licking my lips.
Peter was still staring, but that nasty leer of his acted as a sort of
invitation.

I stood right behind him and placed my hands on his bony hips.  He sighed
and gasped a little as I let my hands roam all over his gangly body, making
sure to shove my fingers in his swampy pits a few times, but always coming
back to his sweet ass.  I wanted to smell and taste it.  I needed his ass
bad.

I knelt down and spread his fuzzy ass cheeks so I could see the little
pinkish-brown bud of his asshole as it puckered in and out with his every
thrust.  Silky hair lined his crack and surrounded the hole like a prickly
moat protecting the entry to the castle.  I breathed my hot breath directly
on his hole and Peter squirmed and squealed like a puppy.

That was all I needed to hear to push me over the edge.  I stuck my nose in
his crack and inhaled the sweet, earthy miasma of his shitter.  He smelled
funky, rich and ripe and rebellious, the incomparable smell of teenage boy
ass.

He was writhing under my hands as I spread his cheeks even farther.  His
hips were slamming Joey's ass good and hard and the more I played with
Peter's hole, the harder he bucked.

When I began flicking my tongue over the surface of his greasy, little hole
a tremor coursed through his sweat-soaked body and I could even feel the
slight convulsion through my tongue.  The sensation made me want more, so I
probed his shithole with the tip of my tongue, then pushed harder and began
lapping wildly all over and around his hole.  I was being a fucking pig,
but Peter was in heaven, rasping and groaning, whining and whimpering like
he was being tortured.

I took a break and sat up on my haunches, scanning the room quickly to see
if any of the boys were watching what I was doing to Peter.  None of them
were; they were all totally involved in their own scenes and from the
sounds I could tell they would all finish soon, and fairly nearly together.

When I leaned back, Peter hissed out, "Don't stop, don't stop...," over and
over until I plunged back in for more.

When I did that, Peter gasped loud and I went wild on his ass.  I fucked
him with my tongue, plunging it in and out as deep as I could get it.  I
stroked his crack with my fingers and then reached under him to feel his
big, heavy, swinging balls.  I cradled them, I squeezed and jiggled and
fondled them until I could tell he was close to spurting.

All I could smell was Peter's ass, the sweet, funky aroma of it all over my
face.  I knew I'd go to sleep with his smell lodged deep in my sinuses.  I
knelt down even further and tongued the hairy patch between his balls and
his asshole.  Fragrant, like a poisonous flower.  Peter trembled again when
I sucked his hairy balls into my mouth one at a time, savoring the sharp,
acrid sweat and the musky heat of his nuts mingling on my tongue.

I got up and stood at his side as he continued pumping into Joey's dark,
tight crack.

He looked at me and laughed, his eyes crazy and glassy.

"God damn, dude, you know some fuckin' nasty tricks!  Awesome..."  He could
barely talk from the combination of what I'd been doing to him and the
booze and weed.

I laughed quietly with him, still rubbing and pressing under his balls and
lightly stroking the hair in his crack.  I leaned in close to him and he
rested his forehead on my shoulder as I nuzzled his neck, licking his
sweaty throat and the studded leather collar he always wore around it.  I
could smell the tang of stagnant sweat under the collar and it made my cock
leap and throb.

He brought his face up to mine and we stayed that way, noses nearly
touching, as he panted into my face, fast approaching blast-off.

"Can you smell my face, bro?  That's the smell of your ass, that's the
smell of your fucking ass on my face, dude.  So fucking hot..."  I was
saying crazy shit and I didn't really care.  All I cared about at that
moment was making Peter bust a good nut and getting myself off.

He started whining and pumping faster and I could tell he was going to
shoot.  It took only the slightest adjustment to bite his lower lip and
then shove my tongue deep in his mouth.  At first he wasn't sure how to
respond, but then his body went on automatic and he kissed me back, deep
and violent and strong.

His mouth was hovering a fraction of an inch away from mine as he started
shooting, almost singing into my opened mouth.  Wave after wave of
whimpers, high-pitched and electric, vibrated over my face as we resumed
frenching while he shot his load.

I wasn't even touching my prick but I could feel my orgasm rushing up to
explode all over us.  I reached down and squeezed the tip of my dick head
to force the ejaculation back down.  I didn't want to blow yet.

Peter huffed and moaned repeatedly as he shot his sperm all over Joey's ass
and back.  I saw big, long ropes go hurtling up and out before they slammed
hot and wet over the smaller boy.  Joey stood up and scooped the fresh cum
out of his crack and flicked it off his fingertips like he was sprinkling
holy water around the room.  It rained down all around the bed and for
another moment I thought I was going to bust.

Like clockwork, Joey announced that he was about to cum and Peter took a
step backwards so Joey could blow in comfort.  Zack was so drunk he was
almost falling over, but Joey steadied him and bellowed as his balls
churned out a big fucking cum load all over Zack's little ass.  Clumps of
the pungent stuff plopped heavily onto the carpet, making a sound like rain
pattering on a roof.  The heat of Joey's semen seemed to revive Zack who
stood up straight and weaved back and forth a few times as Joey finished
draining his balls.  For the third time, I had to force my cum back down.

Zack came to the rescue, so to speak, by roughly and wordlessly forcing
Peter down on his side onto the bed.  He lay down behind Peter and after
positioning his stiff dick scooted tight into him and hot-dogged his butt
like a fiend.  I collapsed on the bed next to Peter, flogging my dick and
watching his face as Zack pumped him.  Peter's eyes were closed most of the
time, a look of fucked-up bliss playing around his mouth, his mohawk ruined
and plastered with sweat to his scalp and forehead.

In my heat I had almost forgotten the kids on the bed next to us.  I
glanced over to see Tim laying flat on top of Anthony, one leg bent for
better pistoning power, sliding his cock up and down Anthony's muscular ass
crack.  They both had their faces turned away from me, so I wasn't able to
see my little brother's expressions like I wanted to.  I re-focused my eyes
and saw Davie and Kevin passed out or at least drowsing, greasy and slimy
looking from the wads they must have blown without my noticing.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back when I felt the next need for
release sweep over me.  I moaned and Peter's eyes flew open, his gaze glued
to my fist as it raced up and down my thick, veiny shaft.  I looked at
Peter the moment before I spewed and he half-grinned at nothing in
particular.  But the expression on his face made me crazy and with no other
warning I jacked my cock a few more times and aimed it slightly to my left.

My dick head looked like it swelled up for an instant before I sprayed out
one of my messier loads, coating Peter and part of Zack, dotting the entire
bed and the wall behind us with sperm as it flew everywhere.  The boys said
nothing, just let my cum fall on them without any reaction other than
Peter's eyes blazing for an instant before he closed them again, exhausted
and out of his mind with over-stimulated hormones.

I closed my eyes, too, feeling the blood drain out of my cock, leaving me
weak and tired.  I sensed movement close-by but I was too spent to bother
opening my eyes to see what was happening.

Instead, I got a good dousing of cum as Tim and Anthony both shot their
loads on me, laughing and giggling like this was the best prank they had
ever pulled.  I opened my eyes just in time to see Anthony's uncut cock
send out a final jet of his jizz onto my stomach and Tim milking his cock
of its last drops onto my legs.

The next thing I clearly remember is Tim shaking me and telling me I ought
to take a shower.  I woke up fast, fairly clear-headed, and let him lead me
into the bathroom.  The other boys were stretched out, naked and
boggy-smelling, and I had to step over a couple of them where they'd
collapsed from exhaustion after they got off.

Once I was in the bathroom I told Tim to get the boys cleaned up and to
open a beer for me.  Tim asked me how he was supposed to clean them up and
I told him to use my t-shirt.  I'd wear one of Peter's tomorrow on the
drive home.

I heard the laughter of the guys over the pounding rush of the shower as it
cleansed me.  God only knew what they were doing while I was showering but
I figured it couldn't be too bad.

When I got out and dried off I shuffled back into the room and saw the kids
had their shorts back on, watching more porn on the TV.

I laughed at them and told them they were the horninest little fuckers I
had ever encountered.  This made them all laugh and smile, proud of their
strong libidos like all teen boys should be.

After one more round of weed I shooed the kids from next door back to their
room, promising them that I would be over in 40 minutes to make sure they
were OK if not asleep.

The boys didn't seem to want to break up the 'party' yet, so I allowed them
a little more time together before seriously telling the kids to go to bed.

Finally, around 1 a.m., we all started getting ready to sleep.  The room
next door was quiet and when I went to check on them they appeared to be
soundly sleeping.

The boys in my room wanted to talk for awhile longer, but I was drained,
literally and figuratively.  I climbed into bed and told them to talk for a
while if they wanted but to turn the TV and the lights off when they got
tired.

I immediately sank into a deep sleep. The sound of their voices filtered
into my dreams and there was a curious carnival-like atmosphere to my
dreams.

I woke up enough to realize that Tim was crawling into bed slowly and
gently so as not to disturb me.  I rolled over and watched him get under
the sheets.  He looked at me when he realized I was awake and smiled
broadly at me.  I turned my head to look around the room, saw that it was
empty and that the other 2 boys were snoring softly in their bed.

I snapped off the little bedside lamp and plunged the room into darkness.
Tim settled and yawned, big and loud.  After a few moments he slid over to
me and curled into my side.  I whispered for him to rest his head on my
shoulder so I could wrap my arm around him.

Feeling his naked body heat radiate against me, my dick started coming to
life again but I ignored it for the present.

"I think Peter has a crush on you, Cal," he whispered softly into my face.

"Oh, I know he does, bro," I replied quietly.

"Does it freak you out?" he asked.

"Nah, it's harmless.  Just a kid with a crush on a teacher, same thing."

Tim paused before he snickered evilly.

"Well, not quite the same, I'd say."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well, most teachers don't jerk off with their students, Cal, come on..."

I giggled at this idea.

"Well, no, I guess not."  A pause.  Silence.

"Does it bother you, Timmy?" I asked him, actually concerned now that Tim
was feeling strange about the whole situation.

He didn't speak for a bit. Then he softly cleared his throat and said,
"Well, I have to admit I've been feeling sort of jealous the last couple of
days.  It was like you guys just wanted to hang out by yourselves a lot.
But it's none of my business, really."

I smiled in the dark, so in love with my little bro and he didn't even
realize it.

"Tim, goofing around with Peter is fun and simple, he's a cool kid and we
like a lot of the same stuff.  But...  Well, you know I love you more than
anything, dude, right?  I'd never intentionally do anything to make you
feel bad or jealous or hurt, Tim, you know that, don't you?"

Tim sighed, like he'd been wanting to hear this from me.

"Yeah, I know that, Cal," he murmured as he pressed closer to me.  "It's
OK, really it is.  I'm fine.  And also, I'm happy that you two hit it off.
I figured you would.  Peter's pretty fucking wild, just like you!"

I tickled Tim's ribs and he squealed with barely controlled laughter.

After a few minutes of silence I softly said, "Yeah.  He's for sure a cool
kid.  But you know who my best buddy is, always will be."

He didn't answer and I thought maybe he had drifted off to sleep.

By now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I turned to look at his
face so close to mine.  His eyes were closed and he was breathing through
full, parted lips.  I could smell the alcohol and weed on his breath.  My
parents would have killed me if they'd known I was allowing - in fact,
encouraging - Tim to smoke and drink and swear.

I kissed the top of his head lightly, thinking Tim had fallen asleep.  I
was surprised when he raised his head a little and looked at me, grinning.
Our faces were so close together that I could feel his breath lightly blow
in my face with every exhalation.

There was a moment when I didn't know what to do, and I could tell that my
brother didn't know either.  I knew all it would take would be a minute
adjustment of our faces and then our lips would be touching.

Up to this second, we had never kissed, never done anything with each other
except jack off.  Even with the games I had taught all the boys, we still
didn't take it any further than that - except for the moment that night
when I kind of lost control and played with Timmy's butt.  But I figured
that was an aberration and not somewhere we'd go again in a hurry.

But now I knew we both hovered on the edge of a precipice we had been
approaching for years.  I didn't care, I didn't worry or wonder or anything
else.  All I knew was that I loved my little brother and wanted him in
every way it's possible to want another person.

I brushed my lips against his and felt him breathe into my mouth.  I pulled
my face back a fraction of an inch and again we just looked at each other's
face.  No words.  No noise.  Just the regular rhythm of excited
respiration.

Timmy brought his face close to mine again.  This time it was Tim who
brushed his moist lips against mine.  I let them hover there, thrilled and
so fucking tense that I couldn't believe it.  Why was I acting like this?
Why was I feeling like a nervous little girl about to experience her first
kiss?

I pressed my lips so lightly against Tim's that it felt like we never even
moved.  But he licked his lower lip just as our lips were barely touching,
moistening my lip as well as his own.  We giggled so softly that it felt
more like a vibration in my mouth than a real laugh.  My breath was getting
short and raspy.

For the third time our faces came together again, our lips glancing across
the surface of each other's mouth.  I felt like I was falling, falling into
my brother.  I increased the pressure of my arm around him and drew him
infinitesimally closer to me.  I paused for a moment.  Then I kissed him
full on the mouth.

It was like time stopped.  Tim froze in my arms for an instant and then
kissed me back with a depth and passion that floored me.  I parted his lips
with my tongue as he opened up his mouth so I could enter him.  My tongue
made contact with his and instantly we were kissing so deep and hungrily
that our saliva was trickling down our chins.  It was as if we were
starving for something only we could feed each other.

We rose up onto our knees like we were one body with one mind, still locked
in our kiss, arms wrapped firmly around each other.  Both of us were rock
hard as soon as we started kissing and now we pressed our bodies so tightly
together that our dicks were side-by-side, pressed tight against our
stomachs.

Peter and Joey were both softly snoring away but we still unconsciously
kept silent and tried to move slowly and smoothly so the bed and the
rustling of sheets wouldn't make much noise.

I ran my hands all over his body, from his face to his torso.  I couldn't
stop touching him and I wanted to feel and taste and smell every inch of
him.  Timmy was glued to my mouth and just held me tight in his arms as I
let my hands roam freely over his strong, young body.

I moved my mouth away from Timmy's and he gasped as I began licking his
throat and shoulders, rubbing my buzzed head all over him.  I raised his
arms over his head and leaned down to inhale his sweat smell, burrowing my
face in his pits as I inhaled deeply, then lapping the length of them with
my flat, wet tongue.  Timmy shivered and giggled at first but was soon
humming and whimpering as he stroked the back of my head.

Timmy was breathing heavily through his mouth and the regular huffs of hot
breath on my body were like touches from soft hands, each caress enflaming
my mind and flesh even more.

When he put his arms down I kissed his chest, stopping to bite his red
nipples, making him gasp and twitch.  My hands were all over him still and
Tim had now begun to run his hands all over me as I kept working lower on
his body.  I started prodding his belly button with the tip of my tongue
and he leaned back, supporting his weight on his hands.

When I reached his crotch I stopped for two reasons: first, I knew this was
a defining moment and I wanted to be sure we were doing the right thing for
us, and second, just to increase our tension and excitement.  I came back
up and kissed him again and whispered into his mouth, "Just lie back," to
which he tremblingly panted back into mine, "OK, OK, OK..."

He lay back down and I lay beside him propped up on an elbow with my face
staring at the profile of his hard cock nestled in its little forest of
hair.  His dick was throbbing and solid as oak and I stroked his chest and
stomach while I ran my face lightly over his curly pubes.

The heat of Tim's crotch made his fragrance steam out and envelop my senses
like a drug.  If humans react to pheromones in the same way animals do,
then we had become animals.  The smell of my little brother's genitalia was
potent and strong, healthy, active and masculine.  No mistaking his scent
for a girl's.

Tim was clutching the sheets in his fists, his whole body rigid and tensed
up from the expectation of what we both knew was coming.  I sniffed his
pubes and ran the tip of my tongue through the silky, prickly forest of
hair, lapping hard at the root of his cock and the corners of his thighs.
I couldn't believe how much his smell was maddening me, making me forget
that we were brothers and that this act was one of the strongest taboos of
our culture.  It only made it more intense, more forbidden, more thrilling.

I took my brother's hard prick in my fist and tenderly jacked it while I
nosed up under his heavy balls.  The weight of the furry twin orbs rested
on the bridge of my nose and I worked my tongue deep behind them, savoring
the salty, tangy flavor of the most hidden part on a guy's body.  The
perineum has always been one of my favorite parts of the male body.  It's
the most fragrant and powerful nexus in the world.

Timmy started making a quiet grunting noise, like he wanted to do something
very physical but couldn't because his body wouldn't respond properly.  I
kept pushing my tongue farther back behind his nuts until I could just feel
the moist fleshy heat of his asshole.  The second my tongue touched it we
both spasmed like a jolt of electric current had been shot through us
simultaneously.  I made an involuntary rumbling growl deep in my throat as
I nosed even further in and under him, giving quick, powerful licks to his
quivering hole and the hair all around it.  I continued breathing heavily
on purpose, just so I could get his rich, complex smell deep in my
nostrils.  Timmy was writhing luxuriously on the bed.

More than anything at that moment I wanted to stick my tongue in my
brother's asshole, but I knew Tim'd squeal from the sensation, so I forced
myself to wait until we got home and could make as much noise as we wanted
in private.  It was a damned remarkable example of discipline, let me tell
you!

I brought my face back up from the depths of my brother's crotch and
crawled up the length of his body in one, fluid move, covering his mouth
with mine.  Our tongues were sliding in and out of each other's mouths and
I got a special thrill knowing that Tim was tasting and smelling his own
body on my breath for the very first time.

Without a word I went back down to his hips and rubbed my buzzed head all
over Tim's stomach and crotch.  The prickliness of my buzz cut stung, I
guess, because Tim started hissing in his breath and whimpering a bit.  As
his noise got louder I got more frantic to have him, and I flicked the head
of his dick with my tongue.  An immediate slippery saltiness coated my
tongue as it coaxed Timmy's precum to flow like nectar from a flower.  He
gasped again as my mouth finally took him inside, swallowing his cock until
I gagged on it.  The moment I buried my nose in his pubes, his cock head
banging against the back of my ravenous throat, I hummed in bliss and Tim
started chanting so quietly I could barely hear him over the blood pounding
in my ears.

"Oh, God...oh, God...oh, God..."

Using all the cocksucking skills I knew, I gave my 15 year-old brother his
first blow job.  His dick fit perfectly in my mouth, like they had
originally been designed to be together, a fact we were just now
discovering.  I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, tasting this most
exquisite delicacy for the first time, savoring and sampling its flavor and
texture like a starving man seated before his first real meal after years
of imprisonment on a diet of bread and water.  This was what I'd been
craving.

I milked his cock with my throat muscles, squeezing and coaxing him towards
filling my mouth with his sperm.  My head was filled with the sounds of my
feeding, wet and sloppy and ferocious.  I couldn't get enough of the taste
of my brother's balls and would alternate between sucking his dick and
sucking his nuts.  Both seemed to be almost more than Timmy could take.

Once more I climbed back to his face and filled his mouth with the tongue
I'd just been swirling 'round his cock head.  Timmy was reacting like he
understood why this was so hot to my nasty imagination, cuz he was as into
it as I was, hungrily sucking my tongue and smelling all around my face and
head.  I wondered for a split second if the same things turned us on.

I whispered to him, "I love you, bro, I fucking love you so much..."

He gasped back, "I love you, I want you, Cal..."

"I want you, too, my beautiful little brother...suck me off, Tim," I
murmured.

Timmy slid down the bed and crouched next to my hips as he jerked my dick a
few times, looking at it like he was in awe of it.  I brushed his hair out
of his eyes and stroked his fuzzy cheek before I put my hand on the back of
his head and nudged him forward.

Tim lowered his head slowly, working the tip of my dripping prick with his
lips like he was sucking milk out of our mother's tit.  I pump a lot of
prenut, so I knew he was getting a good taste.  I felt his velvety, young
lips open and expand, then his mouth engulf my cock and swallow as much as
he could before he gagged and backed off quick.  I ran my hand through the
back of his hair and whispered soothing sounds to him while he got his
breath and went back down.

This time he ran his tongue up and down the shaft repeatedly and licked my
smelly balls while he ran his fist in little circular motions over the head
of my dick, just the way he knew I liked it.

"Come here," I said, motioning him up to me.  He laid his feverish body on
top of mine and we made out some more.  We wrestled around that fucking bed
like tigers, all very quiet and in what seemed like slow-motion.  I felt
like I was dreaming the whole thing.

I laid on my side and offered my ass to him.  He froze, so I told him I
wanted him to fuck me.  I could hear his breath get raspier and I asked him
if he wanted to.

"Hell, yeah...but I want you to do it to me, too."

"For sure, bro, that's what I want, too, but not here.  You're gonna make
noise and it's too risky to do it now.  When we get home, tonight I want
you to sleep with me in my room, OK?"

I could see Tim, still stunned as much as I was, smiling at me and agreeing
with me on plans I was making to fuck him.  I couldn't imagine what
religious conflict he must be feeling, but I knew it must be considerable.
Like I already said, Tim was a good Mormon boy at heart.  I was stunned,
too, but in a different way.  Mine was disbelief that this was actually
happening, and happening so easily and naturally.

I rolled him off me and climbed on top.  I forced his hairy legs apart with
my knees and started pumping my cock over his crotch.  As we made out some
more my dick kept slipping off him and ending up between his legs, poking
his asshole like a battering ram.

"You're going to fuck me, bro, but I wanna smell you some more first."  I
had to snicker when I said this, cuz Tim looked at me like I was nuts.

"I love the way your body smells, bro, all of it, everything to do with
your body is a fucking turn-on to me."

Tim just smiled wide and giggled as he shrugged.

I turned myself around so my head was facing his feet, moving as quietly as
I could.  I glanced over at the other bed, making sure that Peter and Joey
were still passed out.  Peter had been stirring in his sleep and I didn't
want him waking up and disturbing us until we were finished spewing, which
I could tell wouldn't be long.  Joey was out like a light.

Like the other kids, Tim usually kept his socks on even after all his other
clothes came off.  Tonight was no exception and I was glad.  It gave me a
nasty thrill thinking about my brother's smelly feet inside those rank,
stiff socks.  I knew Tim hadn't changed them in 3 days; I doubt any of them
had.  I could already smell the cheesy, sour stink of the boys' combined
dirty socks in the air.  Now, as I crept down to the end of the bed, the
odor of Timmy's socks overpowered the smell of the other boys' sweat socks
scattered around the room or still covering their stinky feet.

I kissed and smelled my brother's legs as I worked my way to his feet, his
toes curling and flexing under the soiled fabric as I neared them.  I
cradled his left foot in my hands and rubbed my face all over the sour,
damp bottom, then mouthed the toes as I inhaled the rank aroma, something
like soggy corn ships, canned peaches, and limburger cheese all mixed
together.  I told Timmy this and it made him laugh for a second, but then
he went right back to watching me suck and sniff on his sock, a serious,
perversely fascinated expression on his innocent face.

He ran his other socked foot over my face, whispering, "Don't forget this
one!  Maybe it stinks even worse."  He grinned nastily at me.

I growled in my lust and straddled him, my head between his legs, my face
and mouth all over both socks now.  My ass was facing him and I got off on
knowing Timmy couldn't help but look at it.  I felt like I was trapped
inside a dirty laundry hamper and my cock throbbed painfully, like it was
going to explode.

It took a bit of effort, but I finally got one sock peeled off Tim's sweaty
foot.  The sock was nearly glued to the bottom of his foot and it felt hot
and wet and stiff in my hands as I rolled it off his flesh.  Once I had it
off I tossed it aside and ran my face and head all over both sides of Tim's
bare foot.  He giggled and softly said it tickled.

He moaned when I started licking and sucking on his foot, shoving my tongue
between each dirty toe and tasting the foot funk I had previously only been
able to smell.  Now I could enjoy the heady taste as well as smell it.  The
bottom of his foot was even better, foul and sour with filth, sweet and
ambrosia-like to my fetishized imagination.  When I was through with his
left foot I went to work on the right.  Tim was quietly gasping again.  I
got excited when I realized how much I was making Tim gasp.  I was hitting
all my little brother's pleasure buttons automatically.

My asshole was literally distending and opening a tiny bit in anticipation
of having Tim's hard dick shoved up it.  I turned around and came back to
lie down on my side, first stopping at his crotch so I could spread his
legs and get a few good, deep sniffs of his ass.  Now I really wanted to
get fucked.  Bad.

I hocked up a wad of spit and smeared it all around my asshole and even
pushed some inside.  I told Timmy to do the same thing to his dick and he
did it.  Then, right before he started shoving into me, we turned our faces
to look at each other at the same time.  It was weird.  I touched his arm
and we leaned in for another deep, powerful kiss.

Then I just said, "Fuck me, bro.  I love you."

I pushed back into Tim as he aimed his rock-hard cock at my shithole.  As
soon as he made contact I started consciously willing myself to relax and
push out like I was taking a shit.  Within seconds I had him inside me and
then Tim started very quietly crying.  I was stunned and full of raging
lust at the same time.  I asked him what was wrong and he just shook his
head and said this all felt so safe and perfect and he couldn't believe he
was actually fucking me.  I laughed gently and told him I knew what he
meant but now he needed to show me what he felt by how he fucked me.  He
nodded like he understood that, then smiled and laughed with me.

I expected him to start slow and pick up confidence with time, but Tim
really fucked me good.  What he felt was expressed perfectly in how he
fucked my ass.  He was all over me, half-climbing on top of me, covering my
back and face with wet, sloppy kisses, licking and biting my neck and face.
Tim's interior animal knew it was safe to come out and play with me, I
guess.  I knew he'd never be this wild and animalistic with anyone else,
that this would be something he showed only to me.  I just knew it.  It
made it all even better.

Having been fucked a few times, I knew what to expect and how to control
the momentary pain, quickly turning it into something indescribably
pleasurable.  Tim would buck into me good and hard for a while, then ease
up some and rotate his hips, sending amazing sensations through my body as
his prick moved inside me.

He forced my leg up at one point, automatically understanding how bodies
work, enabling him to slam my ass deeper, more powerfully, more brutally.
Tim was fucking great at this already; I couldn't imagine how good he'd be
in just a few years time.

I jerked off while he fucked me; I figured later on I would teach him about
jacking your buddy off while you tap his ass, but for now I just wanted Tim
to enjoy what he was experiencing without taking into consideration what I
was feeling.

It only took a minute or so of relentless, merciless ass-fucking - the way
most teenage guys do it - before Tim was building up to his orgasm.  Again,
I could tell when he was close because he started moaning and working
faster.  I turned my head towards him and he leaned over me, still fucking
my ass like a killer, and plunged his tongue into my mouth.  Our teeth hit
together; any other time it would have hurt but we didn't even notice it.
He bit my lips and my cheek; that hurt, too, but I liked it.  My goatee and
five-o'clock-shadow were burning his face - he told me so - but he kept
rubbing against them all the more, intoxicated even by the pain because it
was coming from me.  I knew he'd look like he had a rash or some sort of
abrasion by morning, but it would be easy to play it off to the other boys
if they asked about it.

I stopped touching my dick as Timmy began groaning into my mouth.  I wanted
to make sure that my whole body was attuned to his rhythm and the load he'd
be shooting up my guts in just moments.

He heaved into me and sang his tormented release into my mouth as the first
cum rocket flew up my ass.  Each thrust brought a new spurt and in seconds
his bucking hips were adding sloppy, wet, squishing sounds to the already
crazed music of our sexplay.

Tim was trembling from the force of his orgasm, digging his fingers into my
chest, the leg he'd flung over me twitching uncontrollably as he emptied
his nuts in my ass.  I felt like a woman, I imagine, crammed full of her
lover, happy and fulfilled in knowing her man deems her worthy of receiving
his seed.  For an insane second I even wished I was capable of creating a
new life form with Tim, that he could somehow impregnate me.  Yeah, I
thought, that would be fucking hot, to have my little brother get me
knocked up with his baby.  I started laughing at this crazy image.

When he was done his whole body relaxed.  He left his prick in my ass as he
kissed me again.  His body was wet and cooling off fast, but I still needed
to bust my nut, so I told him I wanted to cum.

He got all serious on me.  "Look, now you've got my cum inside you.  So I
want you to cum in my mouth, Cal," he whispered in my face.  "It's
symbolic."

"Dude, you know how much I shoot, you're gonna gag," I whispered back.

"I don't care, fucking cum in my mouth..."  And down he went on my dick.

I could feel some of Tim's wet cum under me; he must have shot a major load
cuz it was leaking out of my hole.  That got me amped even more.  Tim was
doing the best he could at sucking me off but there was a lot for me to
teach him.  He kept gagging every time my cock rammed the back of his
virgin throat.  The sound just made me hornier and rougher.  My little
brother's inexperience sent a nasty-minded thrill up and down my spine and
my whole body started shivering.  I knew I was going to spew in seconds.

"I'm gonna nut, babe, watch out, I'm gonna cum..."

I knew he'd gag on my cum load and I was afraid he might rouse the boys in
the next bed, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth with a wet pop and tried
to aim it away from his face.  But the mere touch of my hand on my shaft
sent the message to my over-worked brain that now was the time to spew.

The first volley shot out and slammed right between Tim's eyes, followed by
2 more squirts that plastered his forehead and ran over his nose and down
to his mouth.  The second my first blast hit him Tim opened his mouth and
let the cum rain down onto his outstretched tongue.  He grabbed my cock out
of my fist and plunged down on it again, swallowing the next round of sperm
in hungry gulps.  I watched his throat work greedily, sucking out all the
cum he could manage to milk out of my balls.  Tim was humming with bliss
while I thrashed and bucked hard enough to make the bed rock once or twice
before I stopped shooting.

When I was finished, Tim licked up the inevitable pearls of nut that
dripped out and got caught in my pubes.  I pulled him back up to lie beside
me, pushing his bangs off his damp forehead and sliding my face all over
his cum-coated cheek and brow.  I could smell the reek of fresh sperm and
when I licked some off his face Tim kissed me hard, letting me feed him my
cum off my tongue.

The room was silent now, nothing to hear but the pounding of our hearts
slowing down as we recovered from our labors.  Drenched in potent sweat and
smelling like sex and cum, we fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each
other.

The alarm went off about 15 minutes later; at least, that's what it felt
like.  I couldn't believe that it was already time to wake up.  I rolled
over and punched the clock's snooze button, then turned back to the warmth
of my brother's body.  My mind was already awakening and I wondered for a
split second if I had dreamt everything from the night before.  But when I
looked at Tim, crusty cum patches all over his face, I knew the truth and
felt happier than ever.

I woke him up and we joked quietly until the alarm went off again.  He got
out of bed and went to take a quick shower, giggling at how he looked in
the big mirror over the vanity in our room.

I climbed out of bed and laughed out loud -- I felt like I had gotten beat
up the night before.  The boys woke up a bit hung-over and sullen, but I
was used to it.  The kids next door were in a similar condition.  I barely
even glanced at all those naked teenage boy bodies.  I could only think
about how awesome Timmy had looked naked and erect, proud and strong,
offering up his body and soul to me.

I was in a furious hurry to get home, so the kids didn't get any more
adventures or detours on the way.  We did stop for breakfast and lunch and
we did smoke several bowls on the drive home, but there was no sexplay or
drinking or anything else that was going to stall us further.  I had a
girlfriend to get home to and a brother to get it on with that evening.  I
wanted to be home NOW.

The kids were mostly quiet until after we'd had breakfast.  They got more
sociable after that, but a few of them spent most of the trip asleep.  I
guess the partying and what they'd done afterward tuckered them out and
they needed sleep to recuperate.  The boys who were conscious didn't
mention what we'd all done the night before except to say that it had been
fun and they wanted to try doing it some more.  They teased each other
mercilessly about which of them wanted to get their butt fucked after
experiencing hot-dogging, but for the most part they seemed unconcerned
about it all.

We began dropping the various boys off at their homes around 2 p.m.  I made
sure to drop Peter off last, so it was just me and Tim and Peter left in
the van when we pulled up at his house.

He'd asked me earlier on the trip if I knew a place called 924 Gilman, the
address of an all-ages punk rock club that featured new and established
bands alike.  He had recently joined a band and their first show was coming
up in less than a month.  I had been to Gilman a million times and liked it
a lot.  The average age was 15, and most of the kids were wasted on one
drug or another.  Most nights, there were one or two bands that kicked ass.

Now, as he got out of the van he asked me if I'd come hear his band's show.
I told him hell yes I would and I'd bring friends along, too.  Timmy wasn't
into punk at all but I figured it'd be a good experience for him so I asked
him right in front of Peter if he wanted to come, too.  He grinned and said
he wasn't really into punk but he'd like to see Peter play and check out
the club, too.  Gilman was legendary in the punk world.  Still is.  And
it's still going strong, thank god.

Peter said he'd had a blast as he got out and I told him I'd get his number
from Tim and call him soon.  Maybe we could chill or listen to music or
whatever.  Peter looked ecstatic.

When we got the van dropped off and drove back home in my truck I asked Tim
what he was going to do that afternoon.  He said he'd probably go play
basketball at the park with some local buddies.  I told him I was going to
spend what was left of the day with Sherry, but that I'd be back around 10
p.m.

He yawned and said he'd be waiting.  I smiled and tickled his ribs and told
him not to shower after the game.  He looked at me and rolled his eyes but
laughed and said "no problem."

By 3:30 p.m. I was over at Sherry's apartment.  It was fucking awesome to
see her.  We went out and had lunch and then came back to her place and had
sex for a few hours.  Then back out for dinner, back to her place for some
making out and more quick sex, then back home by 9 p.m.  I was tired and
exhilarated at the same time and I had felt pretty distracted all day.  I
was thinking about the night before with Tim some and looking forward to
hooking up with him tonight, but it wasn't like I was obsessing or
anything.  I was just tired.

My parents and Tim had a church service that evening and they were still
gone when I got home.  I figured there must have been some social thing
going on afterwards cuz they were usually back by now.

About 9:45 p.m. they got home, all of them dressed up for church.  Tim
looked cute as hell in his conservative navy blue suit, white shirt and
tie.  Such a perfect little Mormon!  I wondered what the Elders would say
if they knew Timmy had fucked his older brother up the ass the previous
night.

Everything was very casual and relaxed between Tim and I, but I could tell
he was feeling the same electric charge that I was.  He went to his room to
change out of his suit while I chatted with my folks and helped get some
food together for a late snack.  Tim came back into the kitchen wearing a
pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.  I could smell a faint whiff of his
sweat when he passed me and my dick started growing.

About an hour later my parents announced they were going to go to bed and
Tim and I cleaned up the kitchen.  We worked together quietly and
efficiently, getting everything squared away and back on the shelves pretty
fast.  As we were finishing up we heard my dad call out from the bedroom
door, "Goodnight, boys!"  He had just come out of the bathroom, and after
he said it we heard the door to their bedroom close.

Tim looked at me for a second and I looked back at him.  Then he smiled at
me and we hugged in the middle of the kitchen.  I held him close to me and
I could feel his dick bulging and pressing against my semi-boner through
his sweatpants and through my shorts.  Then we stood there and made out for
a minute or so.

I let go of him and we broke the embrace.  "Well...ready for bed, squirt?"
I asked him softly.  He nodded and walked ahead of me down the hall to his
room as I went to mine.

"See you in a minute," he whispered as he stopped at his bedroom door.  I
smiled and went into my room.

I stripped and climbed onto my bed as I switched the TV on, mostly cuz I
knew it'd muffle some of the noise later on.  I was wondering what Tim
would be wearing just when he came in.  It looked liked all he had done was
to take his sweatpants off.  But he looked good as he sneaked in and softly
closed the door before he even really turned to look at me.  His pale skin
and brown body hair looked awesome against the white of his t-shirt and
tighty-whities.  As always, he also had on a pair of lightly-soiled white
sweat- socks.

He grinned at me a little nervously as he climbed onto my bed and settled
in against the headboard, like me.

"How ya doing, bro?" I asked him, flinging my arm around him in a brotherly
way.

"Great!" was all he grunted as he settled against me.

I could smell his b.o. faintly through his t-shirt and I laughed and asked
him how he'd gotten past Mom going to church.  He told me that he'd worked
up a powerful sweat playing a few games of basketball earlier that day and
then had avoided getting too close to her until they were already on the
way to church.  She'd finally noticed and told him he smelled like his
brother and why hadn't he showered or at least put on some deodorant before
coming.  He'd told her that he just forgot and my Mom rolled her eyes and
shook her head, he said.  We both laughed and I lifted his arm and inhaled
the scent from the sleeve of his t-shirt.

"Well, you smell fucking great to me, bro, just like you!"

I tackled him and tickled him until he was squealing with barely restrained
laughter.  Tim was a pretty strong and scrappy kid and he pushed me off him
with his big feet.  We took a break and leaned back again.

"So did you do it with Sherry all day?" he leered at me.

"Yeah, hell yeah, most of the day.  We did it like, oh, probably 4 times
through the afternoon and evening.  Twice after lunch and twice after
dinner, I think.  I was kind of distracted, a little bit."  I cackled and
stroked his socked foot with my bare foot.  He giggled and stroked back.

"She's fiiiiine, Cal," he said, smiling but with a serious light in his
eyes.

"Dude, don't I know that?  She's amazing."

"What do you do when you have sex with her?  I mean, what do you like to
do?"

"I love eating out her pussy, getting my goatee all wet with her smell, I
love fingering it and getting her all wet and worked up so we can fuck like
crazy when we get home; then I love fucking her good and hard and making
out and shit, you know."  I was watching him as I talked and I could see a
wave of horniness wash over his cute face.

"Damn, Cal, she's fine..." he repeated with a nasty edge.  He laughed and
said, "Too bad I didn't meet her first!"

"Timmy, my boy, she's a grown woman and you're just a fuckin' little kid,
what would she want with your scrawny ass?"

We wrestled around some more and fell off the bed.  When we got back on, I
said, "You know I know you want to fuck her, just admit it."

Timmy didn't say anything at first, just looked at me like he was ready for
a punchline, eyes sparkling and smile ready to break into a laugh.

When I didn't say anything, just looked at him with the same expression of
humorous expectancy, he broke first and laughed out loud.

"Hell yes, I'd do it to her anytime.  She's fucking hot!"  He laughed
quietly.  "You know what?  When I first met her I used to jerk off thinking
about her.  I still do, sometimes."  His got a half-fearful look of
hesitation on his face, looking at me to see if I was going to be mad.

I just smiled and sighed and leaned further down onto my pillow.

"Mmmmmmmmm...  What if we both did it to her at the same time, that'd be
hot, huh?  I'd let you fuck her pussy and I'd fuck her ass; or you could
fuck her and I'd fuck you while you did it, or vice versa."

Tim was showing major wood through his briefs and I reached over and ran
the back of my hand over it.  He snickered at first but then just sighed
shallowly as he pressed up under my hand.  A few wet dots seeped into the
fabric and began to slowly spread out a tiny bit.  I laughed and leaned
down to sniff the underside of his briefs.  He smelled good, sweet and a
little nasty.

Tim giggled from the feel of my face snuffling the warm cotton of his
underpants.

"When'd you first start doing that, anyway?" he asked me, laughing softly.

"Liking the smell of a hot guy's butt?  Dude, years ago.  First, just my
own.  I started getting off on the smell of my underpants when I was about
8 or 9.  Then, remember when we put up those two young missionaries a long
time ago?" I asked him.

"Vaguely," Tim answered, "I was really young then."

"Yeah, you must have been, cuz I was only like 16.  No wonder you don't
remember them very well, you were like 7.  Anyway, do you remember what
they looked like?"

"Nah, not really.  I think one of them was Chinese," Tim said.

"He was Japanese, actually; but the other one was this tall, blond kid
named Seth.  Remember?"

Tim just shrugged like he didn't really recall the guy very well.

"Well, I thought he was fucking handsome as hell.  He was 19 or 20 and he
looked like a Nazi, a strong, blond, blue-eyed Aryan.  So, one day I cut
school and came home early, about 1 in the afternoon, cuz I knew Dad was at
work and it was a day when Mom was doing work at the church.  The guys were
supposed to be out doing missionary work but when I walked in the Japanese
dude was sitting on the couch in his suit, reading or filling out paperwork
or something.  I asked him where Seth was and he told me he was taking a
shower cuz they'd been out riding their bikes all morning in the sun."

Tim was listening to every word I said like this was a great bedtime story.

"You probably don't remember this either, but the blond had to share my bed
with me for those 2 weeks until they found them more permanent housing.
Anyway, I walked into my bedroom and his clothes were in a heap on the
floor.  His briefs were on top and I picked them up and looked at them.  I
guess the bike seat had wedged his underpants into his crack, cuz there
were a few skids in them.  For some reason I thought that was totally sexy,
that this fucking handsome Mormon Nazi's dirty underpants were in my hands,
and I just started sniffing them."

Tim laughed with me about this.

"So, wouldn't you know it, I've got my face buried in his briefs and he
walks in fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.  I
almost died, and I threw his briefs on the floor and pretended like I
hadn't been sniffing them.  He saw me clearly though and he asked me what I
was doing.  I told him I wasn't doing anything, and he smiled and said he'd
seen what I was doing.  I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but all he
did was get dressed and smile at me when he was done.  Then he just said,
"You're not supposed to do that."

I was laughing at the memory and paused for a second.

Tim said, "He didn't tell on you or anything, then?"

"Nah.  But that night after we went to bed and I fell asleep, I woke up
with his hand over my mouth and his dick poking at my butt.  I knew right
away what he was doing and since I wanted it too, I just lay there and let
him fuck me.  It was awesome.  He did it to me every night for the rest of
the time they were here; but he'd never say a word about it.  Not before,
during, or afterwards.  I figured out fast that I had to pretend like
nothing was going on if I wanted him to keep doing it to me.  Which I did.
So I just played dumb and enjoyed the free rides."  I sighed and laughed at
the memory again.

"Wow," Tim whispered, gazing at me hard.

He readjusted his body, his feet now aimed towards the headboard.  He
peeled his tighty-whities down his hips and tossed them onto the floor.
Then he lay back.  He threw his arms behind his head, exposing his brown
thatches of pit hair, then bent and wagged his legs back and forth a few
times until he got comfortable.  I could see his tight, brown hole nestled
safely between twin ridges of dark, curly hair.

I sat up and leaned forward just enough to let me stroke his inner thighs
and squeeze his balls a bit.  Tim giggled and moved around some, trying to
control his reactions to the sensation of having my fist wrapped around his
lightly-haired nuts.  I got up on my knees and then crouched down so I
could force his legs apart and hoist them up a bit.

Tim acted like he knew what I wanted and hiked his narrow hips up off the
mattress, forcing his asshole to open a tiny bit.  It looked moist and
juicy, just right for my tastes.  I slithered between his legs and hovered
over his crotch inhaling the rich smorgasbord of teenage boy smells wafting
up from it.

"Can you smell my butt?" he said, giggling like a dirty little boy.

I inhaled and nodded, closing my eyes and smiling, like it was some awesome
perfume I was smelling.

"Sniff it," he hissed nastily, raising his head from the bed and looking
into my eyes, his own blue eyes bright and on fire with a crazy gleam.

I buried my face in his ass and pinched his tits while I lapped all around
the tiny hole.  Tim groaned involuntarily, and that made me want him even
more.  I flicked my tongue in and out of his hole fast and strong.  It made
him squeal and shiver.

I rolled him over and told him to get up on his knees so I could eat his
ass better.  He moved fast, like he couldn't wait to feel my face all over
his tender, virgin hole.  I plunged back in and held his cheeks apart with
my hands, strong fingers pressing into the meaty flesh.  My brother's ass
smelled good, probably the best I've ever sniffed.

I started really fucking his shithole nice and deep with my tongue, getting
him wet and relaxed, forcing his sphincter to begin loosening up enough for
me to shove my cock up his ass without hurting him more than necessary.

Tim was panting and whining and kept turning his head around to watch me
eat his ass.  His face was red and wild-looking, an expression I had never
really seen on my little brother's face before.

"You really like my ass, don't you?" he said happily.

"Timmy, I fucking LOVE your ass, bro, it's the fucking BEST."

He smiled and closed his eyes.  "Mmmmmmmmm... You like it better than that
Mormon dude's?"

"Way better, bro.  Wanna see what mine's like?" I asked him a little
breathlessly.  Getting my ass sniffed and rimmed has always been one of my
favorite things.  Honestly, I like it even more than blow jobs, which
aren't always as good as you've hoped for.

"Yeah, let me try it," he said, grinning and giggling like a pervert.

He spun his body around and we switched positions.

When I felt his hot breath beat against my butt I pushed backwards and felt
his face make contact with my hairy crack.  I had taken a quick shower at
Sherry's before I came home, but I knew how ripe my ass usually smelled,
probably because all that hair holds scents so well.

"Jesus..." I heard him whisper under his breath after he inhaled his first
chestful of my ass funk.  "You smell like an animal, Cal."

"Yeah, I do...lick it, bro," I said, pushing back and wriggling my butt all
over his young face.  I felt his tongue skim the surface hairs surrounding
my hole before he worked up the courage to try it.

"Go on, go deep, it tastes even better than it smells," I said.

He plunged in and mauled my ass like a teen hero.  I was grinding my ass
all over him, forcing him to get a good face-full of my scent.

"Well?" I whispered as he grunted and gasped behind me.

"It's good, it's cool, I like it...it's totally you," he muttered before
going back for seconds.

"Told you," I snickered back at him.

I let him sample my ass a bit longer and then turned back around so I could
kneel close to him, facing each other.  We grabbed each other's dicks and
stated jerking each other off while we made out.  That kiss was amazing cuz
we were swapping each other's flavors with our tongues.

"Lay on your stomach, squirt," I said, and he did it.  I straddled his
torso and rubbed his back and shoulders.  My hands could feel all the
tension and excitement just beneath his skin.  He felt hot and moist under
my hands.

I lay down on top of him rubbing my pre-cum dripping dick over his ass
cheeks and finally wedging myself in his crack.  As my full body weight
pinned him under me, I could hear him grunt every time I bucked my hips
forward, forcing the air out of his lungs.  His crack felt amazing, hot and
hairy, damp and masculine and very athletic.  I could smell his ass in the
air, heating up under the heat of my own body.

My face was all over his head, breathing in the sweaty, musty odor of his
hair and the sweat slicking up his pits and back.  My brother was sighing
with bliss.  We both were.

I couldn't get the smell of his ass out of my head, so I went back to the
source.  I scooted farther down the bed and burrowed my nose in his slimy
crack.  A sharp burst of poisonous sweetness blasted me in the face and I
heard Tim cackle in nasty glee.

"Hahahahaha!  I farted, Cal!"  He was cracking up in that way teenage boys
do whenever they cut a good one.  This one was extra exciting for him
though, because there was a sexual edge to it and it involved his brother.
I slapped his butt and left a red hand-print as I cackled right along with
him.

I couldn't wait to get my dick inside him but I knew I had to take things
easy and not rush it.  Every nerve ending was primed and ready to fuck and
I really had to get myself under control so I wouldn't just rape him.  I
wanted this to be different, to be good and tender and loving.

I was running the flat of my big, wet tongue in long licks up and down his
butthole and over his perineum.  He pushed his hard cock backward between
his legs and I sucked him off for a few seconds before going back to his
ass.  Timmy squealed and giggled and moaned, a remarkable combination of
sounds that made me want to get inside him even more.

He stood up on my bed and crouched down, his calves and thighs bulging with
sinewy teenage muscles.  I wasn't sure what he wanted until I was doing it.
Tim was in this position so I could lap his asshole and suck his dick
easier and deeper.  I laughed and told him he was a nasty little prick and
Timmy laughed with me.

He was in a perfect position for me to tongue his nuts now, too.  There
they were right before my face, a heavy sack dangling between his legs,
hairs curling and bristling on them.  I got under his nuts and Tim dipped
down so they'd hang in my mouth.  Then I'd envelop them and gently suckle
them like I was feeding.  Tim was gasping every time I'd suck his balls,
then run my tongue back up to his asshole.  I kept it up, over and over,
until he was going crazy, bouncing on his toes and almost screaming through
tightly-clenched teeth.  When he hissed in his breath I knew I had done
something to make him feel even better.

I pulled him back down onto the bed and I told him to suck on my finger.
He looked at me like I was nuts but then a flash of realization washed over
his face.  He blushed and smiled at me.  I stuck my finger out for him to
suck and he did it, running his tongue all around my finger until I
withdrew it, shiny with his thick, dripping spit.

Still gazing at him, I leaned forward and kissed his lips as I slid my
spit-slicked finger into his hole, slow and easy.  Tim stiffened and moaned
as it went in, then whimpered a bit as I pushed it in and out of his tight
hole.

"You OK?" I asked him quietly, watching closely all the changes his face
was going through.

All he could do was sigh and nod.  I could tell he was uncomfortable.  I
pulled my finger out and sucked on the one next to it.  When I put 2
fingers in him he gasped and flinched like it hurt and I told him to relax
and breathe slowly and evenly.  After he got calmed down I started sliding
my fingers in and out, in and out, until I could tell he was getting used
to it and liking the sensation.

"We don't have to do this, you know," I whispered in his ear,
finger-fucking him while I said it.

Timmy thrashed his head back and forth and choked out that I damn well
better not stop, that he wanted this more than I did.

I laughed and told him I didn't think that was possible.

Making out always gets me hornier and more amped up for fucking, so I
leaned in for more of my little brother's kisses.  Tim's hidden inner
animal was out now, and we kissed with a savagery I was waiting for.

When I had fucked him with 2 fingers for about 5 minutes I pulled them out
and went back down to eat out his ass some more.  Now he really smelled
awesome.  Earthy and a little bit nasty, but to me it was the smell of
heaven. His hole was much more relaxed now and I could get my tongue inside
him deeper than before.  I alternated my tongue with my fingers, and
finally ended up with 3 fingers inside him fairly comfortably.  The secret
is in going slow and letting the body get accustomed to it.

Finally, I figured he was ready.  I swung around so we could lay
side-by-side and pulled him onto me.  As we writhed around my bed, making
out and grinding our naked sweating bodies over each other, I kept pushing
fingers back up his ass.  When he was enjoying it I told him it was time.

Tim's face cleared in a second and he stared at me with such trust and fear
and desire in the same expression, I almost cried.  My little 15 year-old
brother wanted my hard cock stuffed up his ass, wanted me to fuck him so
bad; he trusted me not to hurt him and I wanted him to have the best time
of his life.

I told him I was going to lie on my back and he should straddle me so he
could control the action.  I had to explain what I meant, that he was going
to lower himself onto my hard dick and when he was ready I'd start fucking
him - but not until he was ready for it.

Tim kept nodding and smiling and he looked sort of insane, like all this
hot, transgressive sex had made him feeble-minded.  He looked totally sexy.

It took about 10 minutes for me to get all the way inside him.  When my
cock finally pushed past his sphincter he gave a great cry, one made up of
pain and relief in equal parts.  I almost spurted without even fucking,
just from the feel of Timmy's hot insides pressed so tight against the
sensitive flesh of my throbbing prick.  His cock was nodding jerkily up and
down, hard and slick with pre-cum.  I knew this was a good sign, that my
little brother never lost his boner while he impaled himself on my dick.
He was going to like getting fucked, I could tell from the strength of his
erection and the open-mouthed idiocy of the ecstasy he was in.

Tim was basically sitting on my torso and his weight only added to the
incredible sensations flowing through my body.  When he began to slowly
raise and lower himself on my prick I had to resist the urge to physically
lift him a few inches so I could buck up into his ass as hard as I wanted.

He was getting into a rhythm now as he got more accustomed to the sensation
of being full of a guy's cock.  The tentativeness of his bouncing was
disappearing as he began to let the pleasure flood his body and brain.

I was pinching his nipples and thrusting gently up to meet his ass as he
lowered it, over and over.  Tim liked me playing with his tits and kept
hissing in his breath when I'd pinch extra hard, or maybe give them a sharp
twist or dig in with my nails.  When I was through with his nipples I'd run
my hands through his pits until I could smell them on my hands.  I made Tim
smell them, too.

"See, babe, that's the fucking smell of a man!"

Tim was free of inhibitions now and ran his face all over my sweaty hands.
Then he lowered himself over me and stuck his cute face in my rank pits.
This was the first time he had ever done this, and it made me wild.  I
clasped the back of his head and fucked him a little harder, making him
wince and whine while his face was in my hairy pit.

"I fucking love being in you, Timmy, having my dick inside your hot ass,
yeah, see how fucking hot and manly my pits stink?  Taste how strong and
skunky they are, bro, yeah, oh you hot little motherfucker, yesssss, do it,
lick my pits..."

And I have to say having my brother's face panting and lapping away at my
pits was something I'll never forget.

I told him I wanted to fuck him doggy style and that I bet it'd feel better
for him, too, so we got into position.  I slid back in with only the
slightest resistance and tensing, and in no time we were doing it like 2
animals, growling and snapping and licking everything we could reach.

Tim was roaring into my pillow from how good I was making him feel.  By
now, I was able to really thunderfuck him and he was out of his mind.  His
hair was glued to his scalp and sweat was pouring off him.  Off us both,
actually.  It smelled like a dirty locker room in my bedroom, the stink of
hot assfucking, the heap of dirty laundry on my floor, and our ferociously
sweaty bodies.

Tim started making his tell-tale moans just as I started racing into the
home-stretch myself.  I grabbed him and brought him up to me so I could
wrap my arms around him and maul his head, both of us on our knees.  I was
ramming into him so hard that we were making wet, slapping noises when our
bodies collided.  I reached around Tim and batted his hand away form his
cock and started jacking him off fast.

Tim was chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." quietly under his breath
as we both let go.

The pent-up lust and desire for this explosion made our blood seethe
against the walls of our veins and bubble through our cocks and hearts like
fire.

I lurched heavily forward one last time and threw my head back in a choked
scream as my cock unloaded a mighty tidal wave of molten sperm deep in
Timmy's bowels.  Blast after blast I sent shooting deep inside him and Tim
was almost keening.

I felt him thrash and spasm against me and looking over his shoulder I saw
a white bolt of cum shoot out and slam into my pillow.  A rapid series of
white ropes soaked it even more and the whole time I was whispering into
Tim's ear, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ yes, bro, fucking drench my pillow so
I can lick your jizz off it all night!"  The dirtier I talked to him, the
more tortured his whining got.

When we were through we just toppled forward, me still on top of Tim, and
just lay there for a minute or so, spent and exhausted after what felt like
a particularly satisfying brawl.

I pulled my dick out of Timmy's firm, round boy butt and rolled off him
onto my back.  Tim rolled over, too and we just lay there regaining our
breath.  Tim started laughing slowly and quietly first, which got me going,
and soon we were both hooting with laughter.

I asked Tim if he wanted to smoke a bowl but he said he'd rather have
something to drink, if I had anything.  I got up and brought back a
half-full fifth of vodka I kept stashed in the back of my closet.

I filled and lit my pipe and Tim took a few chugs on the bottle as we
sprawled on my bed.  Tim kept touching me which made me keep kissing him.

"I hope we always want to do this," he said after a while.

"Dude, I'm up for doing this as long as you want to, bro."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I mean, even after we get
married and have families and stuff...I hope we still want to do it."

"Tim, how could we not want to?  It's totally right, dude, it just feels so
natural and easy."

He grinned at me and nodded.  "I really love you, Cal."  He was staring at
me with those big blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes.  His full red
lips were parted and I could see his white teeth behind them.

"I love you too, Timmy.  You're the best little brother a guy could fucking
have."

He sat up and stroked my rough cheek.  "In a way, I'm in love with you; I
always have been."

I looked at him quizzically but with lots of curiosity behind it.

"I used to get boners when I was around you or we were wrestling or
touching, all the time, even when I was a little kid; I mean like 6 or 7
years old!"  He laughed and blushed.

I laughed and said, "You wanna hear something wild?  After you were born,
Mom taught me how to change your diaper to help out when she needed me to.
Once after I'd cleaned and changed you and Mom was outside, I ran my tongue
all over your little baby dick to make you happy and get you to feel good."

Tim roared and rolled around as he laughed.  "Did I like it?"

"Dude, you popped your first boner in my mouth, probably!  You loved it!
Your little legs were kicking and you were waving your little fists in the
air, laughing and gurgling like crazy."

When we were through cracking up, Tim said, "Like, I mean, I don't feel all
stupid and swoony and shit, but I am in love with you, I love you in my
heart, too, not just my body."

I nodded and rubbed his leg with my foot.  "I know, bro, that's how I feel,
too."

He sighed and was silent for a bit.

"I wish we could go away together somewhere and just be with each other all
the time.  That's what I wish."

I hugged him to me and we made out all tenderly and brotherly at first but
it didn't take long before it was more like we were eating each other than
kissing.  Then we started all over again, but this time Timmy fucked me
good and hard.

The amazing thing is that all this happened about 5 years ago.  Since then,
both Tim and I got married and we both have families.  I have a 2 year-old
daughter and a 6 month-old son.  Tim got married when he was 19 to a nice
Mormon girl who is sweet and totally devoted to him.  They have a 1
year-old son.

Tim and I love our wives and kids more than anything; but our love and
thirst for each other has only strengthened and deepened over the years.

Every summer we go on a boys-only 2-week fishing trip and have the time of
our lives.  During those weeks we're as free as animals, naked and natural
and wild; 2 strong, young brothers united in spirit and flesh and heart.

There's a lot more I could say, but this is enough.  What happened with my
friendship with Peter is a whole other story.  Maybe I'll write about it if
anyone's interested in finding out how - and when - it came to a head.