Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 21:23:19 +0000
From: Martin Rammsonde <martramm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Carnal Knowledge Part 2 (mmm inc interr oral/anal coll)

Carnal Knowledge (mmm inc interr oral/anal coll)
by Martin Rammsonde

Part 2
The continuing adventures of college freshman Jamie and his older brother
Derek.

Derek threw his gym bag into his room, and walked down the hall to his
brother's room to see Ken. He was half hoping to see Ken sitting at the
computer, his pants hauled down, pounding his cock to downloaded images of
hot studs fucking like rabbits. Even though his brother Jamie had just
sucked his cock dry, he felt his tool stiffen at the thought of seeing Ken
jack his Asian wang. As it was, Derek found Ken fast asleep stretched out on
Jamie's bed. At least he could assure Jamie that his friend hadn't heard
their grunts and moans as Derek rode his fuckpole down his little brother's
throat. He looked at Ken sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling, and
imagined for a moment pulling down the sleeping stud's pants, and waking him
by tongue-washing his smooth balls. He'd woken his brother more than once in
this bed, and in more abrupt ways - there was nothing like starting a day by
driving his rigid pole into his brother's hot boypussy. Usually Jamie's cock
was hard before Derek had even bottomed out in his twitching hole.

Derek sighed and left Ken to sleep. After his sweaty face fuck with Jamie,
he felt like another shower, so he walked to the bathroom, stripped off his
precum-soaked briefs, and stepped under the warm spray of the shower. He'd
just finished washing his hair when the lights went out. He stuck his head
out of the shower to try and determine what had happened, when he heard
someone pull the curtain back and enter the shower. A whispered voice said
"I think your brother's downstairs."

It was Ken. What was he up to? Derek hissed back in reply, "He is." He felt
Ken's body press against his under the showerhead, and felt Ken's hard cock
push against his belly. His own cock was stiffening in response. "Why'd you
turn off the lights?", he whispered.

"Isn't it more fun like this?", Ken answered, and then interrupted further
dialogue by kissing Derek on the lips, which parted to give access to Ken's
probing tongue. Both men's cocks were rock solid by now. Derek slid his
hands down Ken's back and round buttocks, enjoying the silky smoothness of
his skin. He pumped his hips against Ken, grinding their cocks together. So
his little brother's hot friend reciprocated his feelings of lust. How long
had he hidden these feelings? It didn't really matter. Derek only regretted
not acting on his desire for Ken earlier. He loved frenching this hot stud.

Ken broke away for a minute to say "Besides, if Derek comes up here, he
won't be able to see what we're doing in the dark!". Derek did a doubletake,
and then almost started to laugh. The horny Japanese stud wasn't coming on
to him - he thought he was Jamie! For a nanosecond he considered
straightening him out, but the thought of impersonating his brother to fuck
with this hot freshman was too irresistible. He had no doubt that he could
impersonate Jamie in the dark - the two brothers looked almost like twins,
except for the colour of their hair, and in the dark Ken wasn't going to
notice that his fuckbuddy had brown hair instead of Jamie's blond hair. And
if he whispered instead of talked, Ken probably wouldn't notice it wasn't
Jamie's voice. He hadn't noticed so far.

He felt his cock jump at the thought of getting off with this guy under
false pretenses. It seemed unethical, but he was getting hornier by the
minute. Ken's hands were running over his chest now. "O wow," he said
unexpectedly, "looks like someone's been working out." That was one
difference between the two brothers - Derek was a little more muscular. He
grunted non-commitally, and hoped Ken wouldn't pursue it further. He also
remembered that his cock was fatter but shorter than his brother's. Would
Ken notice that?

He dropped down to his knees (the better to remove his cock from Ken's
manual inspection), and took Ken's throbbing hard-on into his mouth. Ken
moaned, and bucked his hips, driving his sweet Asian cock deeper down
Derek's throat. Derek loved getting face fucked, having a hot guy use his
mouth like a wet fuckpussy. His nose was buried in Ken's soft pubic hair,
and the twink's balls were slapping against his chin. He slid the fingers of
one hand along Ken's wet crack, searching for the puckered fuckhole. When he
found it, Ken stiffened. "O yeah, finger my hole as I fuck your face," Ken
hissed. He twisted his hips, hoping to drive Derek's fingers deeper.

Abruptly he pulled his fuckpole out of Derek's mouth, and pulled him to his
feet, facing him against the shower wall. "Mmm, I'm going to screw your
slutboy ass to the wall," he whispered, as he lined up his saliva-slicked
tool with Derek's boyhole. He grabbed Derek by the hair, and forced his head
around so that the two could kiss, and then he buried his fuckstick to the
hilt. Derek winced at the abruptness of the assault. Another difference
between the brothers - Jamie's ass loved to be skewered, Derek's liked to be
gently persuaded to accept a fat filling of manmeat. But the sensation was
soon succeeded by the wellness of accommodating a thick fuckpole. Ken
started riding him, as Derek buttressed himself against the wall with his
hands. It felt like his eyes were spinning in their sockets. A wonderful
warmth enveloped him as Ken provided the Asiatic hammering of his life.

Why hadn't he had this pleasure before? Ken was obviously intimately
familiar with the preferences of his brother Jamie. Jamie and Derek didn't
have an explicit agreement, but Derek always thought that brothers should
share. Why had Jamie kept this gorgeous stud all to himself? Despite the
pleasure radiating from his pleasurehole, Derek felt a sense of irritation.

Derek always shared the men he met with his brother - it was the fraternal
thing to do. For example, there was that young guy he met at the airport.
OK, fucked at the airport. But he made sure his little brother had a run at
that hot ass - after he popped the twink's cherry, of course.

It was when he was returning from a trip one time. He had to go from the
arrival terminal to the main terminal to pick up his luggage. The airport
used those huge people-mover vehicles as shuttles, the kind that are almost
two stories tall. Big machines. His flight had arrived at the same time as
an overseas 747, and a huge crowd was waiting for the next shuttle vehicle.
In the waiting area, he noticed a cute guy - curly brown hair, athletic
looking, beautiful brown eyes, olive complexion, dressed in a t-shirt and
oversized basketball shorts. Every time he looked at the guy, the young stud
would quickly look away, with a little smile on his face. He really was
handsome, the sort of beauty that gives you that little stabbing pain in the
heart, and makes your cock jump.

When the shuttle arrived, he made his way towards the twink, and filed onto
the huge vehicle. It was absolutely packed,and he was pressed almost against
the guy. The doors closed, and the shuttle started its trip over the tarmac
to the next terminal.

It was pouring outside, and even over the sound of the engine you could hear
the rain battering against the walls and roof. About half way to the main
terminal, the engine started to cough a little, and then it stalled. It just
sat there for a minute, and then slowly the lights started to fade. The
operator came on over the loudspeakers. "Folks, we have a little mechanical
problem. A tractor is on it's way to pull us to the terminal. The lights
might go out, but just stay calm, we won't be long. It'll probably be -" he
managed to say before the power failed completely, and everyone was left in
an inky twilight, with the percussion of the rain around them. As usually
happens in these circumstances, at first there was near silence. Gradually
the vehicle filled with voices as common straits encouraged strangers to
talk to one another.

Derek kept his eyes on the young twink with whom he'd exchanged glances
earlier. He was certain that the guy knew he was standing right beside him,
but he studiously ignored Derek. Emboldened by the darkness, and the noisy
preoccupation of those around him, Derek began to imagine hot scenarios with
this young twink, even in the midst of so much humanity. His cock began to
swell in his jeans, and he felt his arousal driving him to action.
Tentatively, he put his hand on the stud's ass. He didn't flinch. More
confidently, he stroked his ass, feeling the round asscheek. Still the guy
didn't move. His heart pounding, Derek moved his hand slowly around the
guy's waist, lifting it up under the hottie's t-shirt until his arm was
wrapped around him, and his hand was resting on his taut stomach. Derek
lowered his hand, feeling a trail of fuzz that led from the dude's navel
into his shorts. As Derek dropped his hand further, he felt through the
satiny shorts the unmistakable outline of the horny stud's throbbing
fuckstick. He smiled as stroked the thick mushroom head through the guy's
shorts. As he kneaded the stud's manmeat, he ran his free hand up the leg
opening of his shorts, and pulled the twink's tight briefs aside to access
his asscrack. As Derek's fingers slowly explored the sweaty crack between
his round ass cheeks, the stud's legs seemed to buckle a little. When his
fingers found the puckered opening of his fuckhole, the twink moaned, and
his body swayed. Derek pressed his finger at the tight hole, and despite
initial resistance, his finger soon slipped into what Derek knew had to be
virgin boycunt. The fuckslut's shorts now felt wet where Derek was massaging
the throbbing tool. As his finger pushed further into the dark fuckchute,
the stud's pole was drizzling precum into his shorts.

Derek's raging fuckstick was streaming precum into his own pants. In the
crowded darkness, and with rain pounding against the vehicle, no one noticed
that he was finger fucking this horny twink. An airfield tractor had
arrived, and there was the additional noise as the crew hitched it to the
shuttle. Derek continued fingering the tight hole, and kneading the juicy
manmeat, until the shuttle lurched as the tractor started to slowly tow it.
He didn't know how long it would take to be towed to the terminal, and if he
wanted to pop this cherry, he'd have to do it before the lights were
restored. He pulled his finger from the stud's lovehole, and smiled as the
twink twisted his head around with a quizzical look of disappointment.
"Don't worry", he whispered, "I have something better." He opened the fly of
his jeans and helped his cock pop out. It twitched as another stream of
clear precum flowed from the engorged head. He caught the fluid in his hand,
and lubed his thick tool with it. He snaked his slippery fuckstick up the
leghole of the young dude's shorts, and pulled the leghole of his briefs to
one side to open a path to his twitching fuckhole. Derek positioned his
dripping cherrybuster at the entrance, and with his hands on the twink's
hips, slowly pushed his thick pole into the stud. The fuckslut gasped as he
felt himself entered for the first time. Derek paused when his bulbous
cockhead had slipped past the tight entrance ring, savouring the heat of the
virgin's velvety fuckchute. Then, to take his hot cherry, he slowly began to
sink in, working his cock deep.

The tractor pulling the shuttle jerked again, and the young stud fell back
towards Derek, suddenly impaling himself fully on the manpole. Derek was
bottomed out, his balls pushed against the firm ass cheeks of the slutboy.
In the dim light, Derek could see perspiration shining on the twink's skin.
His cock quivered in the tight fuckhole. He started to work it, pumping his
cock in and out, sliding in until his balls slapped against the slut's ass,
then pulling out until his head was almost pulled free, so that the lips of
the boycunt massaged his cockhead as he plunged in again. Every once in a
while, the vehicle would lurch, and he'd be driven in or pulled out hard.
The feeling was indescribable.

He felt himself getting close to the brink, when suddenly he felt the young
guy's ass tighten, and then twitch and contract. The fuckboy let out a
barely audible muffled groan, and Derek realized the twink was cumming in
his shorts. His cock hadn't been touched - Derek had kept his hands on the
stud's hips - but the sensation of being fucked for the first time had been
too much for the horny virgin. As the contractions from his orgasm died
down, Derek kept riding his hot ass. He pushed his hand down the front of
the young stud's shorts, and scooped up some of the hot, creamy wad. He
brought his dripping fingers to the slutboy's mouth, and without hesitation
the stud opened his lips and sucked his own jizz off Derek's fingers. Derek
felt himself pass the point of no return as his fingers were tongued clean,
and he felt his own cum bursting out of his balls. In quick succession he
emptied four or five thick wads of boyjuice up the twink's lovechute. When
it was over, he stood there, his hands still on the guy's hips, until his
sticky dick slipped out of the cum-filled boycunt. He buttoned up his fly
just before the shuttle was docked to the terminal.

A cheer went up in the crowd as the lights came on and the exit doors
opened. Derek grabbed his carry-on bag and headed for the baggage carrousel.
While he was waiting for his luggage, he felt something pushed into his back
pocket. When he turned around, he saw his fuckslut walking away with an
older couple. The sexy twink had tied a jacket around his waist, with a big
knot in the front which partly hid the wet jizzy stain in his basketball
shorts. The young hottie turned and smiled briefly before he left the
terminal. Derek put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece
of paper. An e-mail address was written on it.

As Derek later discovered after e-mailing him, his fuckboy was an Israeli
named Raz, who was on a tour with his parents. Derek and Jamie met him one
day at his hotel while his parents were touring a 19th century pretzel
factory (as recommended by Fodors). They built a fuckwich with a kosher
filling in the hotel room. This time, it was Raz who got to fill Derek's ass
with hot manjuice, while Jamie slammed his cock into the Jewish twink's
nearly virgin boycunt. Later, to prove to Raz that Philadelphia isn't the
only city of brotherly love, Derek fucked his brother's not-nearly virgin
(but no less tight) ass. Jamie was on his back on Raz's parents' hotel bed,
his legs over his big brother's shoulders, with Derek burying his big dick
inside his brother's fuckhole. Raz was jacking his cock watching the nearly
identical siblings join as lovers, until he was close to coming. He
straddled Jamie's face with his back to Derek, and fed his
close-to-exploding meat down the blond's throat. As Raz started creaming in
Jamie's hungry mouth, Derek leaned forward to take advantage of Raz's
exposed fuckhole. He rimmed the jisming slut, licking his brother's salty
cum as it leaked out of the spasming hole. The Israeli was pumping cream
faster than Jamie could swallow, and as the hot boyjuice began to spill out
of Jamie's mouth, the blond fuckslut felt himself cum. Thick streams of
sweet jizz burst from his pulsing cock, painting wet strings on his chest.
Derek was quick to follow as he felt his brother's boycunt spasm around his
fuckram. When the three hot studs were at last drained, Raz and Derek
tonguewashed Jamie, licking off Raz's cum where it glistened on Jamie's face
and neck, Jamie's cream where it had pooled on his chest, and Derek's jizz
where it ran from Jamie's well-fucked ass.

So why couldn't Jamie share Ken in the same fraternal way? Derek gasped as
Ken worked his cock masterfully in his ass, twisting and pumping it at the
same time. As his prostate felt like it was being stroked in a dozen
different ways, he felt some insight into why Jamie would want to keep this
hot fucker to himself. He could tell from Ken's quickened breathing, and the
swelling of the younger man's member inside his ass that the cute Asian
twink was getting close to his climax.

They were interrupted in their hot fuck by Jamie shouting from the kitchen:
"Derek? Did you ask Ken if he's joining us for dinner?".

Derek smiled. The cat would be out of the bag now, but Ken's fuckstick was
buried too deeply to get out. "Yeah, Ken will be cumming," Derek shouted
back as his ass was filled with Japanese sweet meat. Ken's easy fuck rhythm
abruptly stopped.

"What?? Jamie?? Derek!??", Ken exclaimed, as the deception Derek had played
on him slowly dawned. "Oh no, fuck, no," he moaned, and Derek felt him try
to push away. Derek pressed back hard, pushing Ken back against the shower
wall, driving the confused Asian's pleasurestick deeper into his puckered
boypussy. "No - o fuck, I'm going to cum," Ken breathlessly whispered. Derek
ground his ass back against Ken, making his fuckchute torque the Japanese
slut's fuckpole, literally milking the cream out of his balls. As the first
wad of jizz creamed from his buried cock, Ken started pumping his hips
again, working his pleasure-filled meat against Derek's tight twat. Finally
he slumped against the wall, drained, the warm shower washing over him.

Derek turned around and kissed him, then stepped out of the shower and
turned on the light. For Ken, the initial shock of discovering he had not
been fucking whom he thought he had, had now worn off. As he saw Derek
standing before him, a little smile came to his face. He'd fucked two hot
brothers now, which was an accomplishment of sorts.

Derek was smiling too. His unsatiated cock was throbbing rigidly in front of
him. "My turn," he said. He helped the spent freshman out of the shower, and
pushed him to his knees. Even though the smooth Asian had just shot his
load, he didn't need any encouragement to swallow the thick tool bobbing in
front of him. Derek's cock streamed salty precum as it disappeared into
Ken's mouth. Derek watched him eat his meat in the mirror, loving the sight
of his rigid fuckstick being enveloped by the handsome Asian's cock-hungry
mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled free and pushed Ken back onto the bath
mat. He spread his little brother's best-friend's legs, and pressed a wet
finger against Ken's fuckhole. Knowing his brother, Derek knew he definitely
wouldn't be busting Ken's cherry. But the slut was tight, Derek noticed, as
his finger popped in. Ken moaned and wriggled his hips as Derek's finger
slid deeper, his spent cock twitching. This fuckboy loves his lovehole
filled, Derek thought. He pulled out his finger, and positioned his cockhead
at Ken's puckered hole. Ken wrapped his legs around Derek's athletic waist,
eager to pull the stud in deeper. Lubed by saliva and precum, Derek's
fuckstick slipped into the Asian boycunt fairly easily. He was soon pumping
lazily into Ken's ass, as the cock-impaled younger man moaned with pleasure
at the sensation of his ass filled with hot manmeat. Ken's cock was hard
again too, and Derek's banging strokes made the sensitive head slide against
his stomach. Derek was working his hips harder now, building up the pressure
in his balls. Ken was getting close to shooting a second time too,
encouraged by the hot friction in his fuckchute and his dickhead rubbing
against his smooth stomach.

>From downstairs Jamie shouted "Dinner's ready! Where are you guys?". In
unison, Derek and Ken shouted "We're cumming!". Derek was first to lose his
nut, grinding his teeth as his orgasm swept over him. Scalding cum pumped
against the walls of Ken's boypussy, sending the horny Asian over the edge.
As Derek's cum-blasting cock kept working his twat, Ken's cock began
spitting out thick wads of rich boyjuice. The first hit his face, the next
ricocheted off Derek's chest, and the subsequent ones left a slippery trail
down Ken's torso. Exhausted, the two men collapsed on each other, kissing.
Derek licked Ken's jizz off his face. When Derek's cock slipped out of Ken's
ass, they got up, stepped back in the shower, and rinsed off. "Better not
keep my little brother waiting," Derek said as they toweled off.

End of Part 2