Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2018 02:36:23 +0000 From: Jim B Subject: Moving in with my New Family-Chapter 2 Note: This story contains sexual encounters between family members including adult-youth situations. For those who are uninterested in themes involving incest and intergenerational relationships, please do not read any further. Moving in with my New Family Chapter 2: The New Men in my Life It's Saturday, and mom and I are moving into Mike's house today. We don't have a ton of stuff as we had been living in a relatively small apartment. Mom also got rid of a bunch of stuff preparing for the move. We did have all of our personal belongings: books, clothes, etc. We also had all of the furniture from my room and a little bit left that my mom really wanted to come with us. As would be expected in any family, mom and Mike told Mike's two sons, Jerry and Paul, to help out with the move. It was an unusually warm day in San Diego, so hauling boxes and furniture into the house was fairly uncomfortable. By the time lunch rolled around, we were all very hot and needed to cool down for a bit. "Guys", my mom began, "why don't you take a few minutes and cool off in the family room and I'll get some food together." This was music to our ears. Everyone else grabbed a can of soda (or beer in Mike's case) from the refrigerator and sat down in the other room. "Now I remember why I we haven't moved since we got here", Mike joked as he stripped off his shirt. He wasn't so much removing his shirt as he was peeling the drenched t-shirt off of his hot, sweaty torso. This was the first time I'd seen Mike without a shirt and I was feeling a bit aroused. Mike was still fairly young, about 37 years old, and kept his body in great shape. He was about 6'3" with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Mike spent time in the Marines and still had his washboard abs and sculpted pecs. The sweat continued to pour out of him. Using the beer can, he held it to his forehead for a moment. "Oh God, that feels so much better." Mike rolled the can around a few times making sure to evenly spread the cooling effect. He moved the can down to his neck and continued to moan in relief of the cold can on his furnace of a body. "Aren't you going to drink that" I started as I popped open my Coke. "It's gonna get all warm and gross." "I'm not too concerned about that, I'll just get another out of the fridge if I really need to." At that point, Mike's skin was starting to return to it's normal color from the shades of red it was a few minutes before. As I scanned up and down his torso, I noticed that he had a tattoo on the side of his abdomen. It was an eagle with it's wings spread gripping some kind of shield in its talons. The thought of him sitting shirtless while some tattoo artist groped around his chest and abs continued my excitement. I had been so enthralled with Mike's body, that I hadn't noticed that both Paul and Jerry had also removed their shirts. Because they were twins, it was impossible for me to tell the difference between them now that they were shirtless. Since we arrived this morning, I was keeping track of which one was which by the shirts they were wearing. The two of them are 17 and look just like their dad, only a little shorter. They both had the same color hair, a little lighter than Mike's and amazing upper bodies. They were both into sports, Jerry was a wrestler and Paul played baseball. My cock was stirring in my shorts sitting here among these three men showing off their near perfect bodies. I was called out of my trance when mom poked her head in and summoned us to the kitchen for lunch. I let the others go ahead of me so that I could do my best to hide the growing member in my shorts. It seemed useless to keep tugging at my shorts as I continued into the kitchen. Instead, I just quickly made a bee-line to the table and sat down before anyone could notice. After lunch, we all finished up the last of the unloading. It was near 3:00 by the time we were done. It had cooled down, but only a tiny bit. We were all still very hot and uncomfortable having filled up the moving truck first thing this morning and spending hours unloading it once we got here. "Hey guys," Mike said "why don't we all get cleaned up and then we can head to dinner somewhere. I know Im not interested in making anything tonight and I'm guessing nobody else is either." We all laughed to a varying extent. My mom finding it funnier than anyone else. After a few more moments of us lying around too tired to move, we dispersed to take showers and get cleaned-up for dinner. Of course, I was still somewhat uncomfortable with the new place. This used to be Jerry's room, but in order to make space for me, he moved into Paul's room. Jerry was not very happy with that, and even though it wasn't my decision, he was clearly making me out to be the bad guy about it. My room is attached to a bathroom that's shared with the twins. There's no entrance from the hallway, but the twins had a separate door from their room. I've never had to share a bathroom with two other people before, so was unclear what the etiquette was to make sure we all got along. Once in my room, I peeled off the wet, sweaty clothes that clung to my body like a weight. Tossing them aside, I grabbed my towel and headed toward the bathroom. It was going to be great to spend a moment under the cool water. It might even help me to cool off in other ways. I really needed to make sure that I didn't sport a 24-hour hard-on now that I was living with these beautiful men. I flung the door open to find that both Paul and Jerry were already in the bathroom in differing states of undress. One of them was standing naked at the toilet unleashing a torrent of piss while the other one was wearing only a pair of tight fitting boxer-briefs. As I mentioned before, I was unable to tell the two apart at this point and so wasn't sure how to address either of them individually. "Oh, sorry guys," I began, "I didn't know you were in here. Just let me know when you're all done then I'll clean up." The twin at the sink turned to me, "You can come on in, I assume Jerry will be done in a minute. He's been standing there forever dumping a gallon of piss!" Ok, so that was Paul wearing the boxer-briefs and Jerry was naked. He turned from the toilet after some vigorous shaking and turned the water on in the shower. Jerry stood upright and faced me. I spent what seemed like an eternity drinking in his breathtaking body. I'd already had a taste of his upper body, but now I could see the perfect cock attached to that body. His dick was soft, but still hung over his well proportioned balls. Unlike me, he was circumcised, but that didn't make it any less enticing. "It's gonna be a few minutes, so you'll need to wait your damn turn. It's bad enough that you kicked me out of my room. I'm planning to still use the bathroom like I always have." Jerry snarled at me. "Leave him alone", Paul began. "It's not his fault you got booted. And he's not going anywhere, so you might as well suck it up." It was nice to know that at least Paul wasn't going to hate me simply for existing. Once Jerry jumped into the shower, Paul turned he attention to me. "Don't listen to him. He'll come around soon. Jerry doesn't really hold grudges." Paul smiled at me and made me melt a little. "I'm thinking I'll just head back into my room. It's a little crowded with the three of us, and you and Jerry aren't dressed." I informed Paul. "Wow, I didn't think about it. Jerry and I are identical twins, so it's never been an issue for us to be naked around each other. He literally sees the same thing I do whenever he looks at himself." Paul said laughing a little. "Besides, we both play sports at the school, and are regularly around other guys without clothes on." Paul eyed me briefly with my towel wrapped around my waist. "If it's not your thing, that's cool. But I'm not likely to change, and Jerry...well, he's Jerry." "I can hear you both!" Jerry called from the shower. "And, if Jim feel like he needs to hide his baby dick under a towel, then let him. I already told you I'm going to continue doing my thing" Ouch, that stung. "It's not like you've seen my dick, so why don't you just shut it." I retorted and went back to my room, slamming the door. I could hear them talking after I left. It was really muffled with the door closed and the water running, but I could still make out most of the conversation. "Really, this is going to suck for you a lot more if you keep picking fights." I assumed that was Paul speaking. Jerry replied, but I couldn't really hear him. Paul's reply came after a moment. "I kinda like him, he seems nice, he's into the same video games and shit that we are. We could've ended up with someone miserable." "I'll try, but I still didn't ask for dad to bring more people into the house. And I sure as shit didn't ask to be stuck in a room with you after having my own for so long" Jerry finished. A moment later there was a knock on the door to the bathroom. "Come in", I replied, standing in the middle of the room with my towel still hugging my hips. The door opened, and Paul was standing there with a giant lump packed into his boxer-briefs. I hadn't really noticed it before. When he was standing at the sink, he was just finishing brushing his teeth. The view I had was an enticing side view of his strong legs and plump, round ass. I was trying to map the image of Jerry's cock that was burned into my brain onto the bulge in Paul's underwear. "Hey, don't be so sad." Paul said. "Like I said, he'll come around." He started walking toward me and finally put his around around my shoulders. "We really are happy to have a new brother around. It'll take some adjusting, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you." He had no idea, but it wasn't all about Jerry being a prick. It was hard because I wasn't used to three additional people in the same living space, and I certainly wasn't used to a 24-hour peep show that put my cock through its paces every several minutes. "It's fine." I said. "I'm just going to need a few days to learn the routine around here. That's all." "Well, keep your chin up. If you look too sad, it'll just make him worse." Paul said with a wink and a smile. I wasn't really that sad, so it took me a moment to realize that my checking out his package probably looked like I was staring at the floor. Well, I could live with that. Once, the boys cleared out of the bathroom, I made my way into the shower. I had cooled down enough so that the water was more or less room temperature. Maybe a little warmer. As I used the soap to lather myself up, my mind went wandering. Thinking of Mike's body and the tattoo on his side. Jerry's cock as he spun around at the toilet. Paul's bulge packed into his boxer-briefs. By this time, I was soaping up my dick. Using the soap as a make-shift lube, I started stroking rhythmically. Nothing feels as powerful as getting hard in my hands. My cock swelled to the point that I thought I was going to burst. I was still using my foreskin to slide up and down the shaft. I began pumping a little faster. Before long, my balls tightened up, ready to unleash a load of hot cum. I braced myself against the back wall of the shower, i watched myself as I fucked my hand. Suddenly, my cock got harder than I thought possible and I tried to hold back just a little longer but I felt my cock begin to erupt. The first shot flew against the opposite wall and hit with an audible splat. I came harder, moaning softly as each shot of cum shot from my cock. When it finally stopped, I just leaned back and let the water run over me. My cock slowly shrunk in my hand and twitched as I pulled the foreskin back over the head and rubbed until my body insisted I leave it alone. I finished showering then headed back to my room to get dressed. Before long there was a knock on my door. Paul popped his head in to let me know it was time to go. "Hey, i though I heard you finish in there. Your mom told me to let you know that we're all heading out now and to hurry it up." We made our way to dinner at a local pizza place. It wasn't too fancy, but it wasn't exactly crappy franchise either. We were all having a great time just chatting about stupid stuff. Being in San Diego, everywhere I go, I see tons of hot marines and naval personnel. It's like my own private combination of heaven and hell. In fact, from where I was seated, I could see a particularly striking young jarhead drinking beer and eating pizza with his buddies. After a while, he got up to use the bathroom at which point I shot up out of my chair and declared that I needed to excuse myself. I followed him into the men's room. He was already standing at the urinal draining his bladder. Although there was a divider keeping me from getting a good look, I pulled up next to him and brought out my own dick. There was a deep sound of his piss hitting the water below. I could barely keep from stretching my neck over the divider to take a look. I started to chub again with my dick in my hand. I hastily put it away and went to wash my hands. The marine saddled up next to me at the sinks and washed his hands. As I was pulling down the paper towels to dry my hands, he flex a little in the mirror and stuffed his hand down his pants to rearrange himself creating a plump bulge in his pants. He saw me staring at him in the mirror, smiled, and walked out of the bathroom. I decided to wait a few extra moments so that when I got back to the table it would seem like a reasonable amount of time to have taken a leak. I went back to the dinner table and Jerry took a look at me and said "Did you have fun in there?" "Fuck you", I shouted, feeling a little embarrassed that somehow he knew what I'd been up to. "James Henry Banks, Junior!" my mom yelled. "Don't use that kind of language and stop yelling at Jerry, he didn't mean anything by it." It seemed that a lot of people had been telling my what Jerry meant or intended that day. Jerry started laughing a little. "Junior?" he said and paused. "Seriously, it's nothing to get uptight about, I ask people that all the time. Get a sense of humor...Junior." Apparently Jerry was thrilled to have a new nickname for me. Great. Back at home, everyone was pretty much ready for bed. I headed up to my room pretty slowly. I'd never lived in a place with stairs, and this seemed like the longest walk to get to my room. I could hear the rest of the family coming up the stairs behind me. Mom and Mike peeled off to their room at the top of the stairs, Jerry and Paul filed into their room and then I finally reached my door alone at the end of the hall. Once inside, I decided to spend just a minute or two playing xBox before going to bed. A few minutes later, as I was waiting for my game to load, there was a familiar soft knock at the door. "Hey, Jim. Jim are you awake? it's Paul." "Sure, come on in." I invited. Paul walked in with a robe on, but I couldn't see anything else. He sat down beside me with his legs crossed and his right shoulder leaned right up against me. His robe fell open just a tiny bit and barely exposed his big, soft cock draped over his balls. "You know, I kinda like having another brother around." Paul began. "Don't get me wrong, I love Jerry and everything, but sometimes he can be, well..." "A dick?", I interrupted. "Yeah, I guess that's accurate." Paul laughed. "I was going to say that even though we're twins, and we have a lot of the same interests, we're not exactly alike." "Really, in what way?", I inquired. "I dunno...in lots of ways", Paul said as he lowered his head and rested it on my shoulder. Paul just stayed there, saying nothing. Before too long, my cock was chubbing up. Noticeably. Paul took my hand and gently placed it on his cock still inside his robe. Without a word, he curled his hand around mine making me grip his stiffening member. Continuing slowly, Paul stroked his cock with my hand. He started making soft moaning noises and his breathing became deep. After what seemed like an eternity, Paul released my hand and I kept my fist wrapped around his dick which was at full mast now. Paul then reached for the tent pole in my boxers. At first, he just played with the tip over the cotton. He then fished my dick out of the fly and gently pulled my foreskin down, then back up, then down again. "I've..." Paul started with a little bit of trouble, cleared his throat then continued, "I've never held an uncut cock before. I like playing with your skin." "I've never held any kind of cock before", I countered and started with my own moaning. Paul had finally stopped playing with my foreskin and was jerking me in earnest now. He used a slight twisting motion while simultaneously stroking up and down. Paul's action on my cock was making me stroke his faster and harder. Paul's dick was oozing a prodigious amount of precum. He had leaked so much it felt like his cock was completely lubed-up. He felt so damn hard that I thought he would burst. "Hang on", I said. I reached up behind him and grabbed my trusty ruler which was already in it's spot under my mattress. I pulled Paul's robe back so that his entire lower body was exposed. His cock was rigid and pulling away from his abdomen. "I know it's weird, but I'm kinda into cock sizes." Paul didn't stop me when I placed the edge of my ruler against his pubic bone and pressed his cock into it. Paul's cock was just past the 7.5 inch mark. It felt enormous in my hand, and compared to mine it certainly was. "It's ok...that's a bit of a turn on that you want to see how big my cock is." Paul said. He was thrusting his hips into my strokes and his moans got noticeably louder. "Oh God, uhhh..." Paul continued to buck and make hissing noises as he drew in air between his closed teeth. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum." I kept my rhythm steady and his cock seemed to swell even more. Before I knew it, he was shooting a gigantic load everywhere. The first shot went over his head and landed somewhere on my freshly made bed. The next few shots were on his shoulder and chest. He coated his tight abs and filled his navel with the next couple. Then, the final bits of cum dribbled down his shaft and onto his plump balls. Without missing a beat, he scooped up some of the cum from his belly and started stroking my cock with it. Shit, he was using his cum to lube up my dick! "Here," Paul said, "let's finish you off, too." The wet sound of Paul stroking filled the room. Now I was the one moaning louder and breathing hard. I grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to my head indicating that I wanted him to stroke the underside while I finished. He alternated between a feather-light touch under my glans and a strong downward stroke of my shaft. He only had the chance to do that a couple of times before I felt that urge to let go. And let go I did. My own load was almost as impressive and Paul's. He was aiming my cock straight up so my cum shot into the air and rained back down on my body. It must have been 7 or 8 spurts before my cock finally settled. "I gotta go." Paul said as he stood up and wrapped his robe back around himself. Instead of leaving through the door he used to enter my room, he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Paul had left me satisfied and confused, drenched in cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened.