Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 23:02:18 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Bangin' brother bobby bi Bangin' Brother Bobby by Jon Hold jonhold@earthlink.com M/M/F I married Gale in my last year of college. My sex life up to that time had primarily been one of fantasy. Gale had no trouble breaking me out of my fantasy world and into the world of hot, raunchy sex. Her attitude towards sex was that anything worth doing was worth overdoing. We had met at school and started hanging out together. She invited me to the Callistoga Hot Baths one weekend where she first got to see me in my full glory, and I got to see tits, ass and pussy up close and naked for the first time. She seemed to really like the thick ten inches jutting from my loins. I certainly liked everything she had to offer, especially that she was willing, eager even, to be the aggressor. I was unsure of myself and letting her take charge was a sure way to get both of us wound up and involved in fantastic sex. There was very little we were not willing to try together, including getting married the day I graduated. Gale had another year to go, but my new job was right there in town so that presented no problem. We got an off-campus apartment and settled right into marital bliss. Our next-door neighbors had just gone home after an afternoon of fun-and-games in our king-sized bed when Gale started wheedling me for a favor. It was one of the games we liked to play to tease each other. She'd try anything and everything to get me to grant her wish, without me knowing what it was, and I'd keep demanding to know what she was going to do for me to make it worth my while. She finally got her wish when she said that Greg (the tall, good-looking and VERY hunky blonde stud who had just left our bed with his plump and frolicsome playmate) and I could double-fuck her in the cunt. The idea of having Greg's scimitar shaped nine-incher rubbing up against my straight-as-a-rod ten-incher inside of my wife had me so horny that I had to pound Gale's pussy hard before I could slow down enough to agree to her unrequited wish. Gale just laughed at my impulsiveness and said something about her Jonnie wanting to play with the boys. I didn't stop fucking, but I got a little upset. Embarrassed mostly. See, I'd never said anything to anyone, but a lot of my fantasy sex had been with members of my own sex. I wasn't too sure I wanted Gale to know that I had a definite Gay streak in my makeup. Over dinner Gale wanted to discuss finances, even though we usually didn't talk business at meals. She asked for dispensation "just this once", and received it. She had gotten her Masters earlier that year and had gotten a good research position with one of her professors while working on her Ph.D. Mostly she just wanted to know how secure, financially, we were. I ran through our budget and, because most of our playtime was spent in low-cost activities, like fucking all our neighbors, we were actually ahead of our plan. Once she was reassured that we were doing well, she gave me back the wish she'd just won in bed and asked a serious question. Her brother had just graduated from High School and wanted to attend the University, but had not gotten a scholarship and the family really couldn't afford him living away from home and an education at the same time. I shushed her right in the middle of her spiel and, almost angrily said that since our marriage, Hale was MY brother too and what made her and her parents think for one second that Hale wasn't welcome in our home at any time for any reason. Gale just laughed and said that's what she'd told her parents, but that they had insisted that I be asked politely and that my feelings not be taken for granted. Then my dinner got ruined when her pussy ended up in the middle of my dinner plate while I was fucking her on the dining-room table. Let me tell you that eating mashed potatoes mixed with peas and sperm off your wife's pussy totally changes the flavor of your dinner. We cleaned our junk out of the extra room and Gale's parents brought Hale up that weekend. I remembered Hale from the wedding, but not very well. I'd met a lot of people and had other things on my mind. He'd somehow ended up being my personal valet and had been a wonderful help, but I'd been so nervous that I'd hardly paid attention to him. I don't think the wedding would have happened if Hale hadn't been there to keep me from totally falling apart. Four inches shorter than my five foot ten and maybe forty pounds lighter, Hale was a solidly built and athletically agile kid with a perky, outgoing, almost boisterous, personality. He had a whole slew of buddies who had shown up to help with the wedding. Since I didn't have any family attending, Hale and his father had put together a bachelor party for me where Hale and his buddies had been very helpful in making sure that there was absolutely no beer left to go bad. I hardly recognized the kid Gale's parents showed up with. Awkward, quiet, shy, very unsure of himself. He acted as if he were afraid of me as I tried to help him move into his room. The first time we had a few minutes alone I asked him what the problem was. After the usual, "Oh, nothing's", and a bit of hemming and hawing he finally admitted that not only would this be his first time away from home for more than a short period, but that he was very uncomfortable intruding into my home and interfering with my marriage to his sister. The kid was serious, and about ready to bust into tears. I put my arm around Hale's shoulders and walked him into the living room. Confronting my wife and her parents, I said, accusingly, "I thought you guys said that I was part of the family now!" Looking back and forth between them, I went on, "But now my own brother tells me that he doesn't think he's welcome in his own house. Which this is --- if I'm actually a member of the family." Everyone, especially Hale, seemed a bit stunned by my little bombshell. Everyone except Dad that is. He just got a grin on his face and walked over to me. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he dropped his little bombshell right back on me, "Son, if you're having problems with your little brother, that's your own problem. You're both old enough that I shouldn't have to referee. He gets too impossible, put him across your knee, you're bigger than he is!" "Better than that, get him in the short-ribs. He's unbelievably ticklish." Gale suggested. "Tell him he can't have dinner!" Mom suggested. "That boy runs on his stomach!" Arm still around his shoulders, I looked down at Hale with a nasty grin on my face. "Oh, NO you don't!" Hale said wide-eyed as he twisted out from under my arm and took off up the hallway. Laughing like a banshee, I was right behind him. I was too close for him to try for the turn into his room so he went straight to the end of the hall and into the master bedroom. He tried to clear the bed to get on the other side but I snagged him in mid-air and we both slammed down into the wide expanse of the marital playground. Hale started shrieking and madly trying to escape as I tried to burrow my fingers into his sides. He finally got hold of a pillow and started whacking me with it. I got a pillow of my own and we were soon standing on the bed in our shoes engaged in an all-out pillow fight. I never saw Gale enter the fight but Hale and I were soon on our backs on the floor with a bare-footed Gale lording it over us from the top of HER bed. "You two ruffians want into my bed you'll take off your boots like proper gentlemen!" Standing in the doorway watching the whole thing, Mom was laughing and applauding her daughter's victory. Dad plaintively asked if we were ever going to eat, he was dying of starvation. Laughing, Hale and I helped each other up off the floor. Dinner was fun. Mom and Dad left for home directly from the restaurant and Hale sat between Gale and me in the front seat of my restored '55 Bel Aire. Hale and I played a game at every stoplight were I tried to de-nut him with the four-on-the-floor while he tried to protect his "precious." We were all relaxed and worn out from all the laughing on the way home. Hale excused himself and headed for bed as soon as we got in the house. Gale and I got ready for bed ourselves. Gale pulled on a soft old t-shirt of mine that she liked to sleep in and, in deference to our new house mate, I pulled on a pair of undershorts before following Gale down the hall to wish Hale a good night. Gale kissed her brother good-night and I decided to do the same. I went to kiss him on the cheek, but at the last second Hale turned his head and we met lip to lip. A little shocked, I none-the-less gave my new little brother a not-too-hurried dry-lipped kiss and touched his face when I pulled back. "Thanks for coming to live with us little brother. You've made your sister and me very happy." Hale didn't say anything. He just took my hand and kissed my palm. I took Gale off to our bed and, for the first time since we had gotten married, we just kissed, cuddled up and went to sleep. Gale was up and out before it really got light outside. She liked to get an early start at the day while I preferred a much more relaxed wake up. I was trying to get my early-morning boner to go down so I could piss when Hale stumbled sleepily into the bathroom. He had something in his white Jockey shorts that was trying to rip them apart. With a sleepy grin on his face he shambled over beside me and pulled the waistband of his Jockey's up and over the interior obstruction. As my lightweight brother-in-law continued downwards with the waistband an enormous looking phallus flopped down from his belly. I was dumbfounded. Men talk about, dream about, boast about the dick of death. I was looking at it. Stunned, without even thinking, I reached and put my hand around the middle of the massive shaft. Or tried to at any rate. My thumb and forefinger lacked a half-inch or better of meeting. The thing was so solid in my grasp! Loose velvety skin enclosing the heat of the hefty weight of prize man organ in my hand. My jaw fell open and I looked up into the amused eyes of my almost diminutive brother-in-law. "Pretty fucking amazing! Huh!" he said proudly. "God Damn!" Was about all I could get out. Hale laughed and moved closer to me, putting his arm around my waist. He reached over my arm and caressed the absolute rigidity of my pulsing cock. "Ain't no way we're going to be able to piss through these things." Hale said. "Let's get in the shower. We can piss in there once they go down a little." I suddenly realized that I was standing in the bathroom my wife and I usually shared. I was standing there with an arm around the shoulders of my new brother-in-law and with his arm around my waist, his hand on my ass. And we were holding onto each others dicks with our other hands. "Jeez!" I said as I dropped Hale's dick and tried to back away. Hale just laughed so lightheartedly that I couldn't possibly take offense. He gave my ten inches a good squeeze and tilted his head. "Come on big brother. Let's get wet," I could have no more said 'No' to him than I could have kicked a puppy. Hale was happy. Playful. Full of energy and trusting. He guided me into the big glass-enclosed shower and let go of me just long enough to get the water running and properly adjusted. He splashed us both wet and then grabbed the bar of soap and started washing my body. Hale seemed to take it for granted that I was just as open and trusting as he was. I wasn't. For sure I wasn't. I was scared, Afraid of my own feelings for another man. Afraid of what my wife might think. Afraid of my own natural inclinations and what THAT might mean. And there was a bigger fear. A fear of letting my fear hurt this wonderful, trusting person. Gulping a sob down, I bit my lip and forced myself to lean face-first against the cold tile wall while Hale blithely scrubbed my back. His hands felt so good that it was all I could do to keep from sliding down the wall to the wet floor. Hale giggled when I started moaning and his strong fingers dug even deeper into the thick muscles on my back. While Hale had the hard, flat musculature of a gymnast, my body was bulkier, with thick paddings of muscle and adipose more consistent with the long hard days I had put in on the farm growing up. Hale seemed fascinated by my bulky muscles. Washing, feeling, massaging and stroking my back, shoulders, arms and hands. Gently exploring the tenderness in my armpits and down my sides. Hale ran his hands forward under my arms to tweak and play with my titties until he had me squirming and giggling as much as he was. I guess he wanted to make sure I knew I was supposed to be enjoying myself. And, Oh God, I was!. The feeling of his thick shaft against the crack of my butt as he hugged me and played with my tits was mind-boggling. I think he had me feeling more relaxed, hornier, contented, unwilling to move or to stop the wonderful sensations of having another person take care of me than I had ever felt before. I wanted him to never stop. I felt Hale slide down my body and heard him land on his knees. He pulled first one and then my other foot back into his lap and carefully laved each toe, between each toe and all over each foot without once making it tickle so much that I had to pull my foot away. He rode the edge of tickle though. So much so that my whole body was on edge, twitching with his touch. My cock so swollen that it felt congested. I'm normally not much of a leaker, but a steady stream of silvery tackiness was hanging from the end of my bulbous glans. Hale put my feet down and his hands started on my legs. Washing, kneading, massaging, stroking. I was in a nirvana of pleasurable feeling, a daze of excess sensation. It just felt better when his fingers began a deep massage of my butt. A man's hands on my ass, playing with my ass, feeling my ass. And it was okay. It felt great. Even when Hale ran his soapy hands through my crotch so he could wash my balls, I just spread my knees and squatted a little to give both his hands access. The feelings of another man's arm reaching between my legs so his hand could work on my balls was astounding. Mind-boggling. I started to wake up and get embarrassed again when I noticed that not only was he diligently scrubbing my asshole with his fingers, but that I'd pushed my butt back and arched my back to give his fingers complete entry. Before the young stud could get any deeper into my butt or really get started on my front, I wiggled out of his grasp and got under the shower spray. Laughing at my obvious evasion, Hale immediately started helping me rinse off. One thing and another and I found a slippery young man in my arms and a bar of soap in my hands. I did the most obvious thing and started returning the favor. Totally trustingly, Hale turned and put his back up against my front and surrendered himself altogether into my care. It was an amazing thing to be trusted so completely. It was even more amazing to me how much pleasure I got from being able to freely touch another male's body. Hale had, without reservation, offered the masculine perfection of his body to me and I was constitutionally unable to refuse his offer. His skin had a wonderful, somehow masculine texture, slick and strong and tactile. Gale's titties were some of the finest I'd ever seen or felt. Firm globes. More than a double handful each of superfine pleasure. Hale's were every bit as magnificent, in a totally different way. His nipples got pointy hard between my fingertips and his pectorals flexed and quivered as I washed him, massaged him and, yes, fondled him. Hale just moaned in pleasure, pushed back into my encircling control, lifted his chest into my hands and smiled. I moaned in pleasure myself and kissed the side of his neck. Hale let me, urged me to completely investigate his heavy balls, which I did. With great pleasure. On my knees in front of Hale I carefully washed his feet, and then lifted him completely off the floor washing both his legs at the same time. Hale laughed joyously, holding onto my head and shoulders for balance. He spread his knees wide when I reached between them to wash and play with his superfine butt. A handy handful, Hale totally enjoyed the way I was grabbing at his butt. Uproarious laughter rang in the shower when I held Hale up off the floor with a buttcheek in each hand and blew bubbles up against his smooth belly as if he were a small child. Hale loved it. And so did I! Things got more serious. No less joyful, but less giggly, when I began to investigate more directly the monumental share of mankind's masculinity that Hale had received. Hale was well aware of the impressiveness of his inheritance and was nothing loathe to share his gift. He turned his toes outward and jutted his hips forward to give me complete access. And, totally bemused, I accepted his offer. Not only was this bigger than anything I'd ever seen that wasn't attached to a horse, the foreskin was totally incredible. I'd never seen a foreskin up close before or had a chance to play with one. Hale just put his hands on his hips and smiled at my simple satisfaction --- and fascination. The weight of the thing was astounding. The heft of thick, sluggish fluid engorged porous flesh was amazing, a truly heavy honker. Pulses of blood pumped through his youthful flesh to create the living heat of a mans life-force. I dropped my cheek to the baby-soft flesh and felt the hardened ridges of swollen veins sliding under the loose skin. I felt an inner heat as if from a furnace. I kissed the shaft as a lover kisses his beloved and, totally unashamed, watched the slick grip of pellucid thinness as the inner layer of foreskin rolled mobelius fashion to become the outside protection for the marble grated swoop of bared glans. I could see the perfectly formed slit leaking it's withheld treasure of crystal clear slickness as the hood smoothly rolled back across the blunt alabaster nose that had been embarrassed into a rose flush of pristine suffusion. I gently kissed the pouting lips, previously unknown flavor of manhood bursting into my mouth as I Frenched the tiny lips. Eyes crossing to watch the gentle roll of swaddling as it uncovered its prize. My hands firmly pulled back loose skin more solidly as fingertips on my temples guided my mouth over the boys savory bulb of tactile pleasures. Hale's hand gently touched my face. Thanking me. Softly urging me to take all I wanted. To take my time. To explore. To feel his trust. Smell, then taste filled my sensorium. My brain, my inhibitions pushed into the background, put on hold. Tears leaked from my eyes as the thick smell of man swelled the linings of my nose with lust. Man flesh filled my mouth. Stretching my lips. Filling my cheeks. Snorting, sobbing, I drove my head down the thick shaft, trying to impale myself on Hale's masculinity. Tears flowed more freely, partly from my physical reaction to having my glottis filled with a solid mass and partly from the frustration of wanting to be shafted by the utmost manshaft I'd ever seen. Hale's hands and voice soothed me. Approving of my efforts and urging calm, relaxation, gentle acceptance and joyful pleasure. As my throat finally relaxed, barely admitting Hale's male fullness I felt him swell and erupt. Gagging as hot masses of sticky clotted teenage cream choked me, I fought to keep the vastly bloated cockhead in my mouth. The hugely flared corona helped, wedging behind my teeth, giving my gums and tongue something to grip as I sucked like a starving babe, trying to keep the head within me and to handle the masses of male seed that were erupting into my mouth and throat. Hale folded over the top of my head, kissing my back and shoulders as he fondled my head and fucked my mouth with tiny uncontrollable movements. I was enveloped, surrounded by his warmth and his caring, loving concern. Trying to be gentle, he fucked only within my buccal cavity, trying to not hit the entrance of my throat with his flesh. That simply allowed gout after gout of his cum to string themselves across my tonsils and leak glutinously down my throat , choking me so that I snorted cum out through my nose. I refused surcease. Demanded impregnation. Received loving care and virile caress. I was sucking cock for real for the first time. Not imagination. A real cock. In my mouth. Shooting sperm. I was in heaven. My shame knew no bounds ---- and I didn't care. At some point Hale got me to my feet. Sobbing in confusion. Shamed to despair, I tried to run and hide. Hale held me. Kissed me. Soothed me. Covered my essence with baby shampoo and turned in my arms, holding my arms around him and guiding me deeply into his body. I held Hale in my arms, his taste in my mouth, his odor filling my nose as I fucked him more passionately than I'd ever fucked anyone before. I lifted his body and twisted him, heels over my shoulders so that I could look directly into his beautiful eyes, savor his handsome face. He grinned and, hands locked behind my neck, began to bounce on my loins, driving my ten inches as deeply as possible inside his hot flesh. I was afraid I would hurt him ---- and fucked him as hard as I could. He laughed in total joy. I snorted more of his cum out of my nose and, panting, laid his back on the water runneled warm tile floor. Crouching above him, I fucked him as hard as I could. Face-to-face I kissed him as he licked his own cum out of my nose and mouth, off of my face and into my ears. I couldn't take his tongue in my ear and bellowed as I burst forth into his churning guts. Massive gouts of my essence that threatened to rip my balls off at the roots as they thundered forth. Hale howled in counterpoint to my bellows, grinding himself into my loins as I strained for his deepest depths to plant my seed. Never had I felt anything to match the complete release I felt with Hale in my arms. Totally unrestrained, I bucked into him and planted my seed as roughly and as deep as my most primitive mind demanded. Lovingly, we washed each other clean, refusing to let go of one another, holding each other as we finally pee'd into the drain. Musingly, we talked and dried each other. Wonderingly, we took each other to bed and practiced making love to each other. Hale demonstrated deep-throating with my ten inches of thickness. We laughed as I blubbered all over his thick staff in my attempts to emulate him. Hale had giggling fits as I got both his huge nuts in my mouth somehow and tried to suck them right out of his groin. Like a couple of little kids playing with wonderful new-found toys, we enjoyed each other until, cuddled into a tight ball, we fell into a deep blissful sleep. I was snoozing pretty good when I felt my wife's pert body slide in under the covers and then wiggle under my arm to snuggle up close to me, one of her favorite tricks to get my motor running. I responded by nuzzling into her short, soft pixie cut and by thumping the smooth curve of her tender belly with my burgeoning hard-on. She nuzzled right back. "I see you and my brother are getting along okay." A simple, softly stated phrase with no unpleasant overtones at all. Yet I was suddenly, sparklingly wide awake. Emergency Alert! I was instantly, unbelievably aware that the comfortable warmth on my back was NOT due to an electric blanket. My mind was roiling like the entire Ghost Busters team on Ex-Lax. I quickly settled on the perfect, the ultimate, the absolutely prototypical male reply to being caught naked in my wife's bed with her baby brother. "Huuuuh?" She buried her face in my chest and, if I hadn't known better, I would have though she was trying to contain almost hysterical laughter. The movement of the bed must have disturbed Hale's sleep because I felt him wiggle closer to me and then felt his hand worm its way under my arm and down to caress my chest. I felt the hand change direction when it encountered a rather more pulchritudinous and hair free chest than had been expected. I felt Hale lift his head and then rest his chin tiredly on my wide biceps. "Hi, Sis." he said sleepily. "Good day at work?" Me holding my breath and trying to wish myself to Tahiti, or the South pole or anywhere but in that bed was more than Gale could take. I was deeply offended when she broke out laughing. Over dinner Hale and Gale told me that Hale had been gay since forever. All his friends, who I had so admired at the wedding, were also gay. Their parents didn't know. Not for sure. But Gale had been there for Hale ever since his first rushed and uncomfortable experience with a teacher. I admitted, for the first time in my life, that I'd always had fantasies about having sex with men. I was pretty sure my primary orientation was heterosexual, but even there I preferred a strong woman that I could be submissive to during the sex act. Hale wanted to know what sort of fantasies I'd had when I was daydreaming about men. I tried to hem and haw and to wiggle my way out of saying anything, but Gale caught on and smelled something very kinky and therefore interesting. I finally fessed up and admitted that I could get horny beyond belief just thinking about getting fucked in the ass while I was fucking pussy. Hale and Gale immediately began a brother/sister conversation that I was barely able to keep up with that ended up with Gale getting out of bed and heading for the telephone. Hale explained to me that he was certainly too big to be popping my anal cherry and that just because Hale had a monster dick didn't mean that I shouldn't have my wishes fulfilled. I was just starting to get suspicious when Gale came back into the room followed by an equally naked Greg from next door. Seems as though his chunky little roommate was at night school and he had a little free time. I was blushing horribly thinking that my straight-speaking wife had just asked our next-door neighbor to please come over and fuck me in the ass. "And who's this little cutie?" asked Greg, walking over to Hale's side of the bed and holding his hand out. "Greg, this is, Hale. Gale's little brother. He's going to be living with us while he's going to school." "That's nice." Greg said, never taking his eyes off of Hale. "Mind if I join you?" he said, ignoring Gale and I. Hale grinned and lifted the sheets, exposing himself as well as a place for Greg to lie. "Holy SHIT! Is that all yours, or do you rent out parts of it for special events?" Hale's gear was laying down across his thigh and had spilled down onto the sheets where it made an almost complete circle. "Oh, I never rent it out. But you can borrow as much as you can use anytime." Hale had a gleam in his eye and a welcoming smile that left no doubt in anyones mind that he had a serious case of the hots for big, hairy, built Greg. For his part, super-macho studly Greg dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his face in Hale's crotch. Slurping up the flaccid trouser snake and sucking in it's entire length, Greg waited while Hale's heart shifted into emergency overdrive to fill and erect his voluminous deep throat trainer. Greg's eyes crossed and he got a worried look on his face as Hale's cock not only stood up, but started swelling just like other men's much smaller organs did. Greg had never seen a large swinging dick that did much more than stay pretty much the same size as it stood up. Hale was apparently unaware of the restrictions on large cocks and went on merrily swelling up to something like twice his hanging free size. Greg just closed his eyes, hung on and prayed. Gale, who had crawled back into bed between her husband and baby brother, looked back over her shoulder, "Well, that should alleviate your concerns when you ask Greg to fuck your ass!" I watched in total amazement as Greg disgorged the entire spit-covered erect length of Hale's huge boner. I'd barely been able to handle the head of Hale's cock. I watched with great respect as Greg impaled himself on the entire length of the thing. I couldn't take my eyes off of what was happening. Gale suddenly jumped up. "OH! I forgot my hair appointment! You boys take care of each other and I'll call and see what you want for dinner before I come back." She was dressed and out the door before any of us men could react. Looking at each other in amazement, we broke out laughing. Greg, who I'd always considered pretty much the ultimate stud, rolled up on his knees between Hale's legs and started sucking dick again. I was impressed by how much cock he could get in his mouth and by how hard he was trying to force the monster down his throat. I laid there watching Greg suck cock when I realized at least part of why I enjoyed sharing my bed with other men. It was about their asses. And Greg had a truly magnificent ass. It amazed me how narrow masculine hips could have such a pulchritudinous pair of ass globes. Black hair thinly, softly covered the absolutely solid cheeks and seat of his ass and gathered into a dark, mysterious thicket in the firm crack dividing his ass in half. I got up on my knees and grabbed a double handful of damn near perfect ass, not even caring what anyone thought or said. I was lust driven and did what I most wanted, what I must do. Squeezing and rubbing and fondling Greg's magnificent ass had my boner dripping lube like a leaky faucet. Greg lifted his head, moaning. "Spank that ass, Daddy. Spank it until it's burning!" Then he went back to trying to swallow Hale's cock whole. I was dumbfounded. Just barely able to understand what Greg had said. My confused, lust clouded mind tried to comprehend and just ran in circles. Hale had already demonstrated that he was willing, at his happiest when I took charge and he could be submissive. Now Greg, a man I had always considered a true stud and master cocksman was telling me he wanted to play Daddy-Son games with me. With me as the Daddy! Something came over me. A surge of male power. My hands squeezed Greg's asscheeks hard. "You've been a bad boy, Greg." I started out testing, sort of using play slaps and trying to keep it light. Greg's body quickly informed me that he had no intention of playing silly games. Lust swelled my brain and pushed me over the edge. Greg wanted to be a bad boy? Well, let's see if can take what he has coming. I started really working Greg's ass over. Fast, hard spanks followed by irregularly spaced, really hard spanks. Soft, yummy ass groping with light, teasing spanks. Three or four well spaced hard-as-I-can spanks and then back rubbing with my heated hand and maybe a finger on his asshole. Greg was soon moaning and slobbering all over Hale's visibly throbbing cock as his ass got redder and redder. The hotter Greg's ass got the more enthusiasm I had for really working him over. I was really spanking the crap out of him, tearing his ass up when he first tried to get away. I grabbed his balls and pulled up on them until he was trying to support his weight on his tippy-toes. I looked up and his face had been forced all the way down the long shaft of Hale's massive cock, his nose buried in the tiny patch of thin, blond pubic hairs. Thin, soft, almost transparent tufts of silky pubes covering his nose right up to his eyes. Holding him like that with one hand I really started laying it to him with my free hand. He was screaming and crying and slobbering and sucking and started cumming all over the bedsheets, his ass clenching and turning rock-hard every time he shot a wad of cum. I timed my spanks to catch him just as he was releasing his clench, which drove him right back into another emission. I was sweating and cursing and telling Greg to be a good boy or he'd get this every night. Greg just came harder until he couldn't cum at all. I dropped him to the bed and pushed his head back down on Hale's cock. I kicked his legs apart with my knees and dropped down on his hot, sweaty body, penetrating him in one fell swoop. Greg groaned and sucked so hard I thought he was going to suck poor Hale's cock right off. None of us could take much of that. Greg started cumming first, his burning hot cheeks squeezing and roasting my cock, which I could hardly move in his assholes spastic grip. I started pumping Greg's rectum full of sperm at the same time Hale was spewing his load directly into Greg's stomach. We fell apart and just laid there, gasping for air. Hale finally got up and went to the kitchen, coming back with a couple of bottles of cold Gatorade. We sat there on the bed sucking down Gatorade, passing it around and trying to catch our breath. Hale took charge of my deflowering, making sure I enjoyed myself and didn't get hurt, spanking Greg as necessary to make sure he followed instructions. Frustrated at one point, Hale pulled Greg off my back and put him down on his belly. I was totally in awe watching Greg take in ALL of my little brothers monster cock. I moved Hale's balls out of the way so I could check out where they were joined. Greg's ass was stretched so tight I was amazed that it hadn't torn. He was just laying there, holding is ass up as high as he could, waiting for Hale to start fucking him or whatever else Hale might want. Hale's perfectly smooth pink pucker was looking right at me. I sniffed and all I could smell was MAN. I leaned forward and sniffed again, and was hooked. I leaned forward a little more and Hale's rank maleness overwhelmed me. I kissed the pretty pucker and decided it was lunch time. Apparently no one had ever gotten oral with Hale's cute bottom, but I thought he tasted great and dove in for a full meal. Hale got a little crazy and fucked poor Greg until he was totally out of control while I inspired his tormentor with kisses, licking and deep tongue fucking him into a frenzy. Laying in an exhausted pile, Greg groggily asked me if it was OK if he waited until tomorrow to pop my cherry. That was OK with me, but I warned him that after seeing what Hale could do to a mans ass, I might not wait until tomorrow. Hale told Greg not to worry, I wasn't going to get his cock until Greg had me opened up properly. I pouted, which got me spanked, by both men. After which Greg decided that maybe he had more energy that he had thought he had. Hale helped him pop my cherry, and was helping him make sure my cherry stayed popped. Gale walked in when I had Gregs cock about half-way up my ass and a bunch of Hale's cock in my mouth. Gale just smiled and said, "Marlyn has dinner ready whenever you boy are done getting to know each other a little better. Take your time. No rush." With another happy smile, she went out to gossip with Gregs wife a bit more. in the shower getting double finger fucked to orgasm. Girls playing girl games.