Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2019 22:17:31 +0000 From: Jim B Subject: Re: Moving in with my New Family- Chapter 8 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. If you like what you read, send me a note and I'll keep providing you with more of Jamie's story. Please consider supporting Nifty with a donation so they can keep publishing high quality original stories. Moving in with my New Family Chapter 8: Next Steps I was distracted the next day at school. I'd had a new sexual encounter with another man, a grown man. A very hot and orally talented, grown man. And I was the one who initiated it. I was sorting through how i felt about that. My only sexual experience had been with Paul, and while I definitely wanted it to happen, he made the first move. In fact, I was pretty flirtatious, but I was always waiting for Paul to show up in my room, I never go looking for him. On the other hand, with John, I'd seen an opportunity and took the bull by the horns, so to speak. It kinda turned me on to be a little more forward; a little more in charge of the situation. It was also a really great blowjob so it's hard to be upset about that. My problem was that I was feeling a little guilty. The combination of feeling selfish and jealous that John and Paul had a "thing" and that I haven't initiated anything with Paul was rough. At the end of the day, I finished changing into my street clothes from PE. The urinals were located in a position that took you past the showers to get to, and that's when I noticed him. Brian was in the shower, steam all around. He was out in full view for anyone walking by. The locker room was empty at this point, as far as I could tell. From my position, I was looking at his naked profile. His hard, dimpled ass cheeks on one side and his dick of death on the other. The water raining down onto his face and dripping onto the massive delts and biceps. God, his body was practically perfect. I knew that I had an unreasonable crush on Brian from the moment that I saw him, but now I was being treated to a show that I never dreamed of and would never forget. He continued turning this way and that, showing off his entire body while getting himself entirely into the shower. He grabbed for his shower gel and squeezed some into his hand and began lathering up. At first he rubbed the soapy mess onto his shoulders and down his left arm. His hand glided over the hills and valleys that made up the shape of his upper arm. He ran his hand to the underside of his forearm and back up toward his armpit. Once there, he lifted his elbow to scrub just a little bit at his pit. His next stop was moving his soapy hand down his lats and back up to his full, round pecs. First the left side, then moving on to the right side of his chest. The sight of Brian lathering himself up was like a fantasy of some sort. My cock was instantly hard in my shorts. I knew that I was courting danger by just standing there staring, but I was paralyzed. But man, was it good. Brian did nearly the same routine for the other side of his body, pausing only to refresh the shower gel in his hand. After soaping up one leg, then the other, he rubbed across his pubic bone then pressed his lathered hand downward on his penis. He washed under his balls and tugged at his scrotum. He slid his hand back to his dick, this time stretching it out a bit with left hand while soaping it up with his right one. He slopped some more gel onto his hand and began working his hardening monster. His cock was spilling out of his hand and it wasn't even hard yet. Within moments he was fully hard. His giant cock was almost a 90 degree angle from his body. I was impressed that something that massive could still stand that erect. Brain's head rolled slightly to the side as he worked his cock. He kept his grip mostly at the base of the shaft and every so often on the down-stroke would just shake his erection as if he were trying to coax it into doing something. I could faintly hear the wet. slapping sound of his hand hitting the base of his cock and scrotum coupled with his deep breathing and soft moans. The sight and sound combination was better than any porn I'd ever watched. He continued jerking slowly but steadily. He soon slipped his other hand onto his dick and stroked with both hands further emphasizing how huge he was. Even with both hands on his cock, there was room to spare for him to stroke up and down. Brian wasn't a small guy in any sense of the word, and his cock was clearly no exception. Brian continued to use his two-handed technique, only pulling one hand off to periodically get more gel to lube up. Meanwhile, my hand was solidly on my own dick squeezing it through my shorts. My new-found boldness from yesterday was stirring up thoughts of getting undressed and walking right into the shower with my hardon fully on display. I decided it wasn't really safe enough to do that, but I continued touching myself and taking in the show. Brian was full at it now stroking with both hands and thrusting his hips into his fists. A couple of minutes of this and he wrapped his meaty fist around the monster cock and smacked it against the palm of his other hand. Doing this a few times he then went back to double-handed stroking. He was beginning to reach his climax. He took one hand off of the giant beast and put it on the wall in front of himself, seemingly to steady his body. He pointed his dick downward so that it was not quite parallel to the floor and he went at it with a vengeance. His hand was sliding up and down the endless shaft at a rapid pace while Brian was moaning and gasping. He either didn't know anyone was here or didn't care because he was being loud as hell as he built to his finish. With a loud, deep moan, he suddenly stopped jerking and cum went flying out in front of him, hitting the wall of the shower. His lower body was convulsing with each spurt. He kept himself up thanks to his hand on the wall, but otherwise looked like he was about to collapse. My own cock was straining so hard and I looked down to see a faint wet spot in my shorts where I leaked pre-cum during Brian's performance. Just before I turned and ran away, Brian lifted his free hand to his mouth and licked a glob of semen off of his fingers. I was practically running home. I already knew that I would head straight for the bathroom to unload myself as soon as I got there. My dick never went below half hard during the entire 15 minute walk. The images of Brian burned into my brain wouldn't let it go away, Walking into the house, I called "Hello, who's here?" I wasn't really sure who would be here, but I expected that Paul and probably John, but Jerry might have been here too. Faintly, I heard Paul say "Just me, everyone else is gone." Part way up the stairs, headed to the bathroom, I knew what I needed right then and there. I turned for the twins' room and Paul standing there with only his boxers on having clearly just showered. "Hey," Paul started "is everything all right?" I said not a single word, but instead dropped my bag ran over to Paul and pulled his boxers down to his ankles and took his semi-erect cock right into my mouth. Of course he was taken of guard, but was hard in an instant. I pushed him into the chair over at their desk and continued to push my face down into his pubic bone as hard and as fast as I could. I kept gagging, and gasping for air, but it still felt so good, so...right. "Easy Tiger, slow down" Paul coached, but I couldn't. His attempts to calm me down just made it worse. I finally managed to get my hand up into his crotch to stroke his solid cock up and down following my mouth. Every once in a while, I'd come up for air breathing deeply for a moment, look up at Paul, then bury myself back into his cock. Paul's deep moaning was soon drowned out by my own short bursts of whimpering as I was coming close to climax. Without touching myself even once, I felt the throes of an intense orgasm and the warmth of cum soaking my shorts. As I came, I steadied my hands on Paul's thighs and rapidly bobbed my head up and down on his hard dick. Before I knew it, there was a rush of salty-sweet liquid through my mouth and down my throat. There seemed to be so much of it, that I gagged a little then closed my throat resulting in cum up in my sinuses. I pulled off of Paul's dick and leaned back against the bed while remaining on the floor, panting like a dog. I looked up a Paul without speaking. Paul's red and sweaty body was near collapsed in the chair while he tried to get his own breathing under control. His boxers still around his ankles and his spent cock beginning to reduce in size. "Damn boy," he began once he could speak again "I don't know where that came from but it was fucking intense. And I didn't say or do a thing and you dropped a giant load into your shorts." I instinctively moved my hand to my shorts, covering the wet spot. What might have been an attempt to conceal the fresh stain ended up with me rearranging my cock which hadn't fully subsided yet. I stood up and reach for a tissue from the desk. As I leaned over Paul to grab it, he stood up and met me. Paul gently grabbed either side of my face and brought me in for a kiss. A slow, deep kiss from my brother's tongue. We broke from the kiss and he grabbed hold of my crotch for a moment telling me "I wish I'd had a bit of that before you finished." Then he licked the residue of my seed from his palm and moved over to lie down on his bed. I finished blowing my nose and then went a joined Paul on the bed. I laid with my head on his chest and the rest of my body next to his. "Can I ask you something?" I said timidly, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Sure, anything." "How many other guys have you done this with?" I asked wondering if there was more to Paul's story than just John and me. "Well, a few." Paul replied. "I guess I don't really want to get into all of it, but it started with one guy when I was in maybe sixth grade." "Do you mean Uncle John?" I interrupted. Paul paused for just a second and continued "Yeah, Uncle John and I started messing around then. How did you know?" "Well, last week I hadn't seen you much but I did run into the two of you in the family room." I proceeded to tell him how hot it was seeing him getting head from his uncle. I then confessed what had happened when John and I were alone, hoping that Paul wouldn't feel jealous of either of us. "Wow, that sounds pretty fucking amazing. I wish I'd been there to see it." Paul said with a sincere smile. "I kinda wish you had been there too. Ok, so who else?" I pressed on with my question. "There was one kid in middle school, the summer between my seventh and eighth grade years that I jerked off with a bunch. Then, another guy I met my freshman year who was, well, pretty damn irresistible and the first guy I ever went down on. And then, you." He finished his list then looked down at me still smiling. "Thanks for sharing with me. I was just really curious. Someday, I'd like to thank those boys too." We both laughed at that. Soon, I got up off the bed and grabbed my stuff and headed off to my room. "I'd better get washed up, I can already feel my clothes stuck to my dick!" And with that I walked out.