Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2019 22:29:04 -0400 From: Wilde Wilde Subject: CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER (INCEST), CHAPTER 4 CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended. Copyright reserved by author, 2019 CHAPTER 4 INTO THE WOODS RYAN: With Memorial Day weekend a few days away, Conor, Jamie, and I planned a three day backpacking trip to the Catskills. Conor and I sometimes camp near a remote stretch of creek in Ulster County where a series of rapids end in a pool that's deep and wide enough for swimming. Since this spot is far off the road, we usually have the place to ourselves, even on holiday weekends. Sometimes other hikers pass through and stop there for an hour or two, but that's as busy as it ever gets. The water would still be cold this early in the season, but if the weather stayed warm and sunny, and the forecast said it would, the cold water wouldn't be a problem. Of course getting to that spot means packing all your gear and food over several miles of rugged terrain, but the solitude, the beauty, the rapids, and the calm pool, are more than worth it. The Thursday night before the long weekend, we got out our four person backpacking tent and other gear, loaded up our packs with food, weed, clothes, a little bourbon, and whatever else we needed, and got ready to take off by early the next afternoon. Conor and Jamie had rented a car, and by 1:00 p.m. Friday, we were on the road. Traffic was predictably heavy on the bridge and heading north through New Jersey to the Thruway, but it kept moving until finally we exited onto a mostly two lane highway heading west into the mountains, past dairy farms and and a few small towns, before turning off onto a hilly, winding, county road through the woods for the last stretch. We listened to our music, kept each other amused, and made it to the trailhead in relatively good time for a holiday weekend. We were in luck. Ours was the only car in the small parking area. So far, so good. We didn't see another soul on the hike in and there wasn't anyone else at our favorite spot by the creek, either. The sun was still high when we finished setting up camp on a small open patch of ground between the creek and the woods, so it was still warm enough for a swim. I had just inflated my air mattress and unrolled my sleeping bag when I turned around and saw Conor and Jamie get rid of the last of their clothes and head for the water. I scrambled out of my own clothes, grabbed a towel, and joined them as they stood at the water's edge, dipping their toes in and pretending to shiver. Now that we were all naked, of course I had to check Jamie out and I didn't pretend that I wasn't. Till then, pretty much all I'd seen of his body was a quick look at his furry chest, tight belly, and broad shoulders, that night he came out of the bedroom in his tented briefs with the wet spot over the front, and then paused for a few seconds when he saw me lying naked on the couch with cum all over myself. Jamie also wanted a better look at me, so we soon found ourselves facing each other by the side of the creek, shamelessly looking each other up and down, as Conor just watched us with that shit eating grin he sometimes has. Then, before he could lose his nerve, Conor headed straight into chest-deep water where he taunted and splashed Jamie and me until we followed him. The water wasn't all that cold, really, once we got used to it, so we stayed in, splashing each other, shouting, grabbing each other's cocks (or what was left of them in that cold water), pulling each other's balls (also shriveled), slapping each other's asses, and generally horsing around like a bunch of eight year olds with prematurely high testosterone levels, until we were too cold to stay in another minute. We had already gathered wood for a fire when we set up camp. Since there was plenty of moisture in the soil, and a patch of bare earth about 25 feet away from the trees, there wasn't much danger of setting the woods alight. As soon as we dried off, we lit some kindling and, still naked, watched our fire grow as we warmed ourselves next to it. Conor went back to the tent, put on some tunes, and returned with the weed, which we began to smoke, sitting on a tarp and our towels in front of the fire. As we talked, I studied Jamie's body a little more closely. Jamie is around to my height (six feet), with brown hair, soft brown eyes, and a furry but close-trimmed chest and treasure trail that lead to a thatch of short pubic hair, like Conor's and mine. He's also like Conor in being furry all over, including his ass and legs. Jamie is also slim and in good shape. He has well-defined, but not ripped, muscles, and a thick, cut, dick resting on top of really big balls. With his clothes off, he looks much hotter than you'd have guessed, but the thing you notice most about Jamie is that sweet half-smile he almost always has when you're with him, and those soft, trusting, brown eyes. My brother is a lucky man. We'd been talking about this and that, smoking the weed and listening to the tunes, till the sun had gotten much lower and we were pretty baked. In the middle of a discussion about the Yankees (We're all fans, okay? You got a problem with that?), Jamie suddenly asked Conor if he wanted his dick sucked. Conor didn't answer. He just lay back on his towel and there was that shit eating grin again. Any shyness he had left about having sex in front of his little brother, was disappearing fast. As Jamie got to work on Conor's enlarging dick, I took matters into my own hands until Jamie looked over at me and said, "Don't cum yet. You're next." I shivered with anticipation, but hearing Jamie say that also triggered another one of those fucking-with-my-own-head sessions I'd been having a lot of lately, which have to do with boundaries, my sexuality, and whatever else is gnawing at me at the moment. It went kinda like this: Me, to Myself: "You've jerked off with Conor before; you've heard him and Jamie have sex before; but until now, you've never actually SEEN him -- seen the big brother you hero-worshiped when you were growing up -- have sex with another man. "And now you are. Now you're watching your own brother lie on his back with his dick in his best friend's mouth, enjoying himself thoroughly, and not caring a bit that you're watching him. Admit it, Ryan. Admit that you're so turned on watching Jamie suck him off that you'll cum in 10 seconds if you dare to even touch your own dick." To which Myself replied to Me: "You're right. I AM as turned on as I've ever been in my life. But watching Conor like this is also pretty unsettling and it's making me uncomfortable. It's unsettling because most people don't have sex in front of an audience, and among those who do get off on exhibitionism, even fewer do so when the audience is the kid brother of one of the exhibitionists." And yet, here was Jamie sucking Conor off in front of me. And here I was, watching those two get it on and practically shivering from raw lust. But the kicker is this: I was that intensely aroused, not in spite of the fact that one of them is my brother, but precisely BECAUSE one of them is my brother. REALLY??!! As Jamie shimmied his lips up and down Conor's penis, with an occasional break to tug and chew on his balls, and as his hands moved over Conor's belly and chest, or flicked his nipples, I knew that my brother knew I was watching him, and that he WANTED me to watch him. And not only that, Conor also knew that I was totally perving out because of him. And not only THAT, but the thing that really disturbed me about all this perviness was the thought that I SHOULD be disturbed by it, but I wasn't. Not one bit. "This is seriously fucked up," I thought. "A week ago I was totally straight, or at least I thought I was. Now I'm getting off watching Conor and Jamie having sex and, face it, watching them do it is a bigger deal than hearing them do it. This SHOULD feel pretty fucking weird, so why doesn't it?" To that question, I had no answer. Then I reminded myself that I'd decided not to waste time and stress out trying to understand my sexual responses since that afternoon in the gym sauna that now seemed so long ago. This meant that figuring out why it was that watching Conor get his dick polished, made me want to stroke my own dick, could also wait for some other time. And that other time didn't ever have to come. Now that I'd gotten all those questions out of my head for the time being, I was even more sexually hungry than before. I played with my nips, balls and ass for about five minutes until Conor's body went rigid, he yelled the usual stuff guys yell when they cum, and then he busted. Jamie swirled the fresh semen around in his mouth for a few seconds before he scooted up to return the load to its original owner, who passed it back to him, then back to Conor again, before they stopped using it for ping pong ball. Then Jamie turned to me with an evil looking grin -- because it's not every day he gets to take some recently-straight boy's queer cherry -- and said, "Next!" I lay down next to Conor and got ready for my first blow job from a guy, except that by now, that didn't seem like much of a big deal and neither, anymore, did the fact that my brother was sitting there watching. Conor had sex with girls before he came out and he says that you don't know what a good blow job is till you get one from a guy. He concedes that a lot of guys are terrible at it too, but he says that's because they're lazy or totally self-absorbed. Having dicks of their own at least lets them know what`s likely to make their partners feel good if they care enough to make the effort. Jamie makes the effort, and Conor was right. Till that moment, I had never known what a really good blow job feels like; but now that I did, I was over the fucking moon. I shivered, my body tensed, my breathing became heavy, my fingers and toes curled up, and I thought I would fucking explode from the pressure of the orgasm building up inside me. Try as I might, there was no way I was gonna make this last. I tried anyway and at least held off for a few minutes until, with a loud cry of "Fuuuuuck!!", I blew every drop of cum I had in me into Jamie's mouth and still my dick kept dry-spasming so long it that it began to hurt. When at last it stopped, I lay still for a long time with my eyes shut, as my breathing slowly returned to normal, the electricity racing through my body began to dissipate, and my muscles relaxed. Only then, did I look up at Jamie, who once again had that sweet half-smile on his face, and say, "THANK YOU!" That was Conor's signal to say, "Jamie, I think you deserve a turn yourself." A moment later, Jamie lay back as Conor got on his knees straddling Jamie's legs, and bent low. You probably can't ever repeat the amazing experience of your first really good blow job, but I saw now that, if you're lucky, you might get something even better. As Conor moved his mouth from Jamie's dick to his balls, and back to his dick, he paused now and then to smile at his lover and ask with his eyes how Jamie was doing; to which Jamie answered in the same way that he'd never been better. Now that I'd already cum and wasn't so focused on my own need, I realized that Jamie had been checking in with Conor in exactly the same way when he was doing my brother. That deep emotional bond between them almost broke my heart because it was something that no amount of sexual experience could ever give me. I'd just have to find the right person, and who knew if that would ever happen. This feeling didn't last long, however, and the rest of the time, I was almost as happy as Conor and Jamie were just to see the two of them so happy with each other. "They definitely need to be together," I thought. "If Conor fucks this relationship up because he can't commit, I'm gonna fucking kill him myself." CONOR: Jamie and I had discussed going camping with Ryan up at the creek over the Memorial Day weekend, while having dinner together the week before. When I mentioned this to Ryan, he was all for it and that settled it. Not only would I have my two favorite people with me, but I could introduce Jamie to a spot that Ryan and I have loved for five or six years, now. "There's one thing, though," I said to Jamie. "Ryan's heard us have sex before, and he was totally cool with it, but he still wasn't in the room with us. We can't start fucking each other in that tiny tent when he's got no place else to go." "Obviously, I'll miss that," Jamie said, "but I also really want Ryan to come with us and you're right about it's being not nice to fuck right in front of his face, so, okay. But if he starts jerking off and I'm around to notice, don't expect me to hold back. If he doesn't, I'll just take it into the woods a bit." "Deal!" I replied. "Me too." The next evening, I went to my storage locker in the basement of my building and got out my camping gear to make sure ahead of time that everything was in good order. At the same time, Jamie went round to a friend of ours and borrowed sleeping bags and air mattresses for himself and Ryan. That done, we bought some food for the trip, topped up our supply of weed, and we were good to go. I drove, and after we cleared the last of New Jersey's highway clutter, I began to chill out and enjoy the trip. Between the music and the talk, I didn't even pay attention to the time until we reached our exit on the Thruway. There's a lot of up-and-down hiking to be done between the trailhead and our campsite, and it felt good to be out of the city and working my muscles in the fresh warm air. By the time we got there, I was ready for a dip in the creek no matter how cold it was, so I turned to Jamie, pointed to the creek, and said, "Let's do it!" as I began to lose my clothes. Ryan was in the tent unpacking something, but I knew he'd be right behind us. Ryan and I have horsed around lots of times in that creek, but until this trip with Jamie, our play was never explicitly sexual. Even though Ryan has been full of surprises lately, I still wasn't sure how he'd react when Jamie started playing grab ass with me. I had my answer when he joined in a second later. Afterward, as we sat around sharing the weed and getting properly baked, and Jamie asked if I wanted head, I didn't worry too much about what Ryan might think. Just the opposite, in fact. The weed had loosened me up enough so that I actually got off on the idea having my little brother watch me lay back and enjoy another outstanding blow job from a man who could suck dick for Team USA. No sooner had Jamie finished swapping cum with me, than he turned to Ryan and told him to lie down. I can't say I was surprised when Ryan eagerly did as he was told but, even semi-wasted, I knew that getting a blow job from a guy, in front of me, was another big step for him. Which made it a big step for me. Watching Ryan get what was probably the first good blow job of his life was intensely hot, but there was more to it than that. What only now was fucking with my weed-baked head, even though I'd just gotten blown in front of Ryan, was the transgressive quality of what was going down. Transgression isn't always just one big step over a bright, clear, line. Sometimes it's smaller steps over a series of fuzzier lines, and crossing the first of them may not feel like much at all. For example, it's one thing to know that your best friend has given head to your brother, when you didn't see him do it. That blow job becomes much more taboo, however, when he does the deed in front of you and the two of them act as though it's no bigger a deal than if they were practicing a partnered yoga pose in front of you. Sitting next to your brother in a gym sauna and watching him watch two other guys stroke their dicks is one thing. It's hard to say if that crosses any kind of boundary at all. But when those guys have cum and gone, and now you and your brother are stroking your own dicks side by side, and you're getting off watching each other pump and cum, that's a bigger step. And when the two of you move on to stroking each other's cocks, pulling each other's balls, and playing with each other's nips and asses, now you've clearly crossed a line, even if it didn't feel that way in the moment, because of everything that went down before. When Ryan lay on his back and Jamie went down on him, I knew then and there that Ryan and I had both crossed another line, and it really fucked with my head. Look at it this way: When you're watching your sexy brother lose himself in a blow job from your best friend, and your sexy brother is acting as though you're not even there, it's like he's flaunting the power that his hotness gives him over you, and your best friend too, but pretending he's not. It's like he's teasing you with it; as if all that sexual power were really no big deal to him, even though he loves that it makes you want him -- want your own brother -- more than anything or anyone else in the world. But that's not all, because your brother knows exactly how much this is fucking with your head and he's daring you to try to not get aroused; daring you, in spite of yourself and every sexual taboo there is, not to lust after this kid brother you grew up with. He may be having sex with your best friend, but that's not all he's doing. You know, as surely as you know anything, that he's also seducing you. You know it, and he knows that you know it; and it's working, because you want him so bad that it hurts, and he knows that too. And don't think I didn't want him. And don't think I wasn't jealous of Jamie. And don't think I didn't hurt. Because I fucking ached from wanting Ryan. And in that moment, I almost hated him for knowing that. * * * Only once Ryan finally came and the post-orgasmic kisses ended, was I able to get out of my own toxic head and remember that Ryan is still the same kid brother and best bud he always was, and not some sexual monster; not most of the time, anyway. That's also when it finally dawned on me that the torment I'd just endured might just be karmic payback for what Jamie and I had put Ryan through that night he had to lie on the couch and listen to us fuck in the bedroom. Lesson learned. I resolved to be a better brother. * * * Jamie's mouth should be designated a national treasure by a grateful nation, or at least several zip codes full of grateful homos (and assorted trade), and now it was his turn to lie back and let somebody else do the heavy lifting. I didn't know if Ryan was ready to give his first blow job, but he'd have to learn some other time because right now Jamie deserved a mouth of experience. Mine. I did keep an eye on Ryan as I worked on Jamie, and he was intensely focused on the two of us as he slowly stroked his own cock, which hadn't gone soft. As he saw Jamie getting close, Ryan picked up his own pace and came again less than a minute after Jamie blew his nut so deep into my mouth that I had to be careful not to swallow before I got a good taste of it. By the time we polished off a post-orgasmic smoke, it was dusk and the air had a chill to it despite the fire burning next to us. It was time to put some clothes on and haul out the sandwiches, trail mix, jerky, and dried fruit we'd brought so that we wouldn't have to cook a meal our first night out. We threw some more wood on the fire, put on some music, and sat there, eating and talking, as easy and contented as three guys could ever hope to be. A little more weed after dinner helped keep the vibe mellow, but even cold sober, it probably wouldn't have been any different. JAMIE: It is often said that life is unfair, and one of the ways I know this is that God or someone or something caused two of the most beautiful men I've ever known to be born close enough to when I was, but neither of them was me. That Conor and Ryan hit the gay trifecta of handsome faces, thirst inducing bodies, and dicks noticeably above average in size, is all the more unfair when you consider that their parents are fairly ordinary looking folks: incorrigibly decent, friendly as can be, generous and intelligent, they absolutely are; but gorgeous, not so much. Beauty evidently skips generations. In saying that I couldn't compete with Conor for looks, I don't mean to imply that I'm insecure about my own, because I'm not. I'm reasonably good looking, I stay in shape, and I think I'm pretty low maintenance, so there are enough guys out there who think I'm hot to keep my dance card as full as I want it to be. I'm just not in Conor's or Ryan's league, is all, and so be it. Few people are. I had been hot for Conor ever since I first saw him in a freshman comparative religion class at our small New England liberal arts college, before he came out. I've been out since high school, but Conor didn't force open his closet door and walk out into the sunshine, until the beginning of our sophomore year, just before we met again at the gay men's outing club that Alex ran that year. Not only I, but every other queer boy, and every hetero-flexible one, was hot for Conor too, so I made it my particular mission to help him navigate his new sexual and social environment and, not least, maybe get him naked. I admit that my motive was pretty selfish at first, but once I got to know Conor, I began to like him just for himself. He had to know how gorgeous he was, but Conor never let it show. He was just a sweet, uncomplicated, unaffected, kid, who was nervous and unsure about his place in his new community, but also smart and a whole lot of fun to be around. As my family would say, Conor is a mensch. As we got to know each other better and became closer, I grew to understand that maybe life wasn't as unfair as I thought, because I'd been given one gift that he could never have: I had Conor for a friend. I hadn't known Conor much at all before he came out, but I could see that once he broke free of the emotional prison he'd been living his whole life in, he began to blossom. He'd been shy at first, maybe because being among gay men his own age, many of whom had been out for years, was a little intimidating. It wasn't long, though, before Conor acquired a growing circle of friends and an envied reputation for his ability to get other men to undress for him. To a certain extent, I think that Conor is still busy giving himself an adolescence that didn't really begin for him till he was 19, and I totally understand why he would. So, as much as I love him, and as ready as I am to commit to that love, I haven't pushed him to couple up with me, let alone marry me. Call me crazy, but I think he'll get there, and that it will happen sooner than he might guess. I was thinking of Conor's story, and Ryan's current testing of the same-sex water, when I asked Conor if he thought that Ryan would end up coming out as gay or bi. All Conor could say to that, was that he had no fucking idea what Ryan's sexuality might be, and he doubted that Ryan knows the answer to that question, himself. "What I do know," Conor said, "is that when he sorts it all out, he'll tell me and I won't have to ask." "It would be kinda nice, though, to have a gay brother you could really share the shit with," I replied. "We already share everything, as it is. I'll love Ryan just as much no matter where his sexuality ends up, the same as he kept loving me when I came out and he was only thirteen." I'd met Ryan briefly at our graduation, just after his freshman year of high school. He was adorably cute then, but that was before he grew into the walking streak of hotness that he is now. I also saw him a few times after I moved to NYC to work in criminal defense for the Legal Aid Society, when he was in town to visit Conor. I slowly got to know him as a bright, sweet-natured kid with a certain mischievous streak, just like his brother. On none of those occasions did he give me the impression that he might be open to playing with boys, and Conor has said that's what he thought, too. Lately, of course, I've revised that impression. Ever since Conor told me about the jerkoff in the sauna, but especially after I saw Ryan naked, hard, and covered with his own sweat and cum that night he heard his brother and me fucking in the bedroom, I'd been hoping to get a piece of his ass, or that he'd want a piece of mine, or at least that I'd get his dick in my mouth. He'd have to make the first move, though. I wasn't going to risk alienating him or Conor by coming on to him unless Ryan wanted me to and Conor was cool with that. Ever since we planned this trip, I'd been hoping that an opportunity to get sexual with Ryan, in some way, might "accidentally" happen. That's why, when Conor and I went for a dip in the creek after we finished setting up camp, I started some very sexual horseplay with him. Partly, I was just having fun, but I also wanted to see how Ryan would react. When he joined in, my hopes began to rise, even if my dick couldn't in that cold water. Later, when I saw how turned on he was, and how unable he was to keep his hands off himself when he watched me blow his brother, I knew something was going to happen between us. Sure enough: when I finished taking care of Conor and turned to Ryan to tell him he was next, Ryan was flat on his back in two seconds and looking up at me with that same shit-eating grin his brother has. I cast a quick glance at Conor before lowering my mouth on Ryan's dick, to see if he was cool with this, but he just grinned and winked. As I lowered my face to Ryan's erection, I was glad that I'd brought my travel-size bottle of lube along, . . . just in case. CONOR: Jamie was my first man I ever had sex with. That first time he took me up to his room, not long after we'd started to get to know each other, I was shaking with anxiety because I was still so unused to doing what queer boys do. It took all the determination that was in me not to turn around, race back down the stairs, run out the door, and catch the first bus back to Mom and Dad. Somehow, though, I didn't make some pathetic excuse and run away. Instead, I stood rooted to the floor while Jamie undressed me, which he did ever so gently, ever so patiently, and with that easy smile of his that didn't just tell me, but made me dare to hope, that I'd be just fine. Even after we were naked and facing each other on his bed, I flinched at first when Jamie let his fingers begin to drift lightly and slowly over my tense body. He kept doing that for a long time before he was sure that I'd begun to relax, and only then did he allow himself to touch my stiff and straining penis and play with my ass. When the first guy you have sex with is someone like Jamie, you loosen up and start having fun, pretty fast. I did, and soon I was giving Jamie as much pleasure as he was giving me. Sex with Jamie is still the best sex I've ever had. When we're together, there's an empathic connection between the two of us that's stronger than anything I've ever felt with anyone else. Almost always, we each know what the other wants before he has to ask. We see it in our eyes and in our body language, but mostly we just sense it somehow I love Jamie -- and I've told him so -- and I know that he loves me. I know that he'd like us to be a committed couple, though neither of us wants to be monogamous. But he's been out longer than I have, and I'm not sure that I'm finally done with my delayed gay adolescence; or rather, I suppose I am, but I haven't been able to completely accept yet that this stage of my life is ending and a new stage is beginning. I am, however, doing my best not to make him wait too long for that to happen, and so far he's been okay with that -- which is another reason why I love him. Now that I think about it, though, maybe the joke's on me. Jamie and I are so close and so involved in each other's lives already, that I doubt it'll feel any different when we're finally married. After dinner that first night by the creek Jamie and I were pissing in the woods, far enough from the tent not to be overheard, when he asked me how I thought Ryan might react if we fucked in the tent later. It had gotten too chilly to fuck outdoors and our fire wasn't very big, but three guys in a tent, would provide enough body heat to keep us tolerably warm inside. After seeing how eager Ryan was to let Jamie blow him earlier, I thought it would be safe to ask him how he'd feel about our fucking. If he was cool with that, and If watching us then made him decide to want in on our fun, fine; if not, fine, too; but I wasn't going to say anything about his joining in. When I asked Ryan a few minutes later, he just smiled and said, "Go for it!" A minute later, Jamie and I had our clothes off and were unrolling a sleeping bag.. "You guys mind if I get naked with you?" Ryan asked. "What exactly do you have in mind," Jamie asked in a syrupy voice that was belied by the smirk on his face, like the wolf speaking to Red Riding Hood. "Dunno, exactly. I'll just go with whatever I'm feeling." "If you don't get jumped first," Jamie replied tartly, his smirk having vanished in an instant. Ryan just smiled and started slipping his clothes off. RYAN: Jamie's going down on me before dinner only made me ravenously hungry for more, though I still couldn't decide just what kind of "more" I wanted. Until Conor asked me about him and Jamie fucking in the tent, I'd expected to jerk off before going to sleep and that would be all, but with that question, the whole sex thing suddenly began to move in a more uncertain direction. I knew that I was ready to suck Jamie off, and maybe Conor as well, if he wanted me to, but I absolutely wasn't ready to get fucked. As for my being on top, that was a little less clear. I didn't know if I was ready to do Jamie, but I definitely wasn't going to nail my brother. My head just wasn't there yet. Besides, I had no idea if Conor had even thought about taking his little brother's penis all the way up inside him, and I absolutely didn't want to ask him if he had. Ever since I arrived in NYC (I couldn't fucking believe that it had been ONLY ONE WEEK since I got off that train!), I'd begun doing doing all kinds of shit with guys that I couldn't even have imagined myself imagining, before. But once that shit did start to happen, I knew that my sexuality was a lot less clearly defined than I'd ever have dared to think. I completely surprised myself, and probably stupefied Conor, by going with whatever new adventure presented itself, and not worrying a bit about what it all might mean. As one thing led to another, I decided that now was my chance to explore every aspect of my sexuality that I could, and I promised myself not to over-think the meaning of whatever I might get into. And so far, so good, except for the occasional mind fuck like the one I'd just put myself through watching Jamie go down on Conor. My refusal to consider getting fucked had nothing to do with some crazy-ass idea that real men don't bottom. I based it entirely on practical considerations. Guys like my two tent-mates would inflict blunt force trauma on my tender cherry ass with those beer cans between their legs, and I was gonna need to be able to walk again if I expected to get back to the car on Monday. I was ready to let them play with my ass, and to play with theirs, but no more. I took me a few moments to think about what I wanted, as I watched Jamie and Conor open a sleeping bag and start to make out on it. Then it came to me. I caught Jamie's eye and asked him if he'd be willing to let his be the first cock I ever went down on. I mumbled something about not being as good at it as the two of them, but that I wanted to learn. Jamie's eyes opened so wide when he heard me, and he forgot Conor so fast, that I wondered if he'd been setting me up for this moment ever since we got in the car to drive up here, if not long before. "OH. YES. YOU. CAN!" he shouted, followed by "And get your mouth over here right now, so Uncle Jamie can show you what to do." I scooted right on over and got on my knees straddling Jamie's legs. I shot Conor a quick glance and he seemed to be looking forward to this more than I was. As I looked at Jamie's hard, furry, body body beneath me, I realized that this was not just the first time I'd ever have a dick in my mouth; it was going to be the first time I'd ever do anything with another man except when I jerked off with Conor or while watching those guys across the street. Except now, I was going way beyond those first explorations of sex with men, because now I was about to touch every part of another guy's naked body for the first time in my life. And not only that; I was going to be the one in control. It was exhilarating and, at the same time, a little scary. In a few seconds it was gonna be show time. After Jamie's short tutorial ("Don't forget to cover your teeth!"), I looked at his lengthening and thickening, but not yet hard, dick and wondered how I was going to get it all in my mouth without gagging. I remembered how snakes have double-hinged jaws to get their mouths around prey larger than themselves, and thought I could use one of those right now. The last thing I remember Jamie saying before the lecture ended and lab period began, was not to worry about doing a perfect job. "Just remember what feels good to you and try your best to do that with me. I'll talk you thorough it if you need me to, but I think you'll be surprised at how good you already are at this." Jamie was right. I already had a pretty good idea of how to give decent head. It was easy enough at first, but when Jamie's chubby got really long, fat, and hard, I began to have trouble getting the whole thing in my mouth, the way he had done with my dick. He sensed my difficulty pretty quickly. "Don't try too hard to take the whole thing this time," he said gently. "You can work up to that later. When you need to give your jaw a rest, you can lick my balls and pull them with your teeth, which I love, or you can run the tip of your tongue lightly up and down the shaft, and over the head, especially that little flap of skin where the underside of the head meets the shaft." I mixed swallowing with licking, as Jamie suggested, and soon the look of pure bliss on his face told me that I wasn't doing too badly. And just in case I couldn't tell how much he was enjoying this, Jamie made sure I knew. "Yeah! Just like that!" . . . . "Fuck, yeah!" . . . . "God-DAMN!" . . . . "You can do me anytime, Ryan, honey!" By then, I was swallowing more than licking and feeling pretty damn good about my new skill set. Conor, kneeling next to Jamie, worked his best bud's nips but, mainly, he was watching me and beaming like a proud dad whose son has just been accepted at his first choice college. That was as far as I got giving my first ever blow job, because Jamie had to ask me to stop or else he'd cum which he didn't want to do yet. When I lifted my head and looked him in the eye, he was all smiles. "That was pretty fuckin' good! I really meant what I said. You can do me any old time you want, Ryan!" And after a short pause, while I knelt there with a stupid grin on my face, "How did you like your cocksucking debut?" "Amazing! Until I moved to NYC, I'd never have dreamed that I'd go down on a guy, but now I have, and I gotta admit, I loved it. Until this past week, I only thought of guys like me sucking dick, if ever, as doing a really big favor for buddy in serious need, and even then, only because you're shit faced or stoned, but not as something that you'd ever do for fun." Jamie's smile grew broader as I spoke. When I was done, he sat up a bit and reached over to pull me down on top of him for a long hug and -- another first for me -- kisses, before I finally got up so he could turn his attention back to Conor. Jamie remained on his back as Conor replaced me on top of him and they began to kiss, almost delicately at first, before Conor's mouth began to roam lightly over Jamie's eyes, ears, neck, armpits, and that sensitive hollow at the base of the neck, near the collar bone. When they kissed, or when Conor kissed Jamie's eyelids, or darted his tongue into Jamie's ears, he sometimes let his fingers play with Jamie's wavy brown hair. The look on Jamie's face, and his deep steady breathing, told me everything. I'd heard them have sex before, but now I was watching two people make love. Up till then, I'd known my brother to be randier than a billy goat, but I'd never thought about his skills as a lover. For that matter, I'd never given much thought to developing my own talents in that direction. Everybody has to learn these things from somebody else, I suppose, and now Conor was teaching me how to do it right. The blow jobs before dinner had taken the edge off our sexual craving, so that now Conor took his sweet time building up an erotic charge in Jamie, as his mouth and hands wandered lazily all over his boyfriend's naked body. (They're boyfriends, no matter what Conor says.) One by one, Conor sucked Jamie's fingers and toes, licked and nibbled at his inner thighs (which drove Jamie wild), teased his belly, licked out his pits some more and, of course, nibbled his tits; but still Conor didn't touch his lover's dick, balls or ass. Jamie's hard cock jerked spasmodically and already had leaked so much precum that I wondered if there'd be anything left to nut. As I watched, I found myself mirroring, as much as I could, some of what Conor was doing but on my own body, and it was getting me worked up a lot; but I resisted the urge to grab my dick and cum right then. I wanted to connect with Conor and Jamie, somehow, but I knew better than to interrupt the deep intimacy between them. After I have no idea how long, Jamie pulled Conor in close again, kissed him deeply, and then rolled him over and began to do unto Conor as Conor had done unto him. And again, I did my best to mirror Jamie's movements as his hands and mouth licked, sucked, nibbled, and grazed over my brother's body, but without touching his dick. After he'd gotten Conor so hot and frenzied that I thought he'd explode if Jamie kept it up another minute, Jamie told him to flip over and Conor was on his belly in an instant. I'd never before seen my brother as I saw him then, lying face down, naked and exposed, unable to watch me watching him, one side of his face resting between his crossed forearms and up against his big hands. From my perspective kneeling in front of his feet, he looked like a powerful animal at rest, but at the same time, so gentle, so vulnerable, and so trusting. The next thing I was aware of was how very much I love Conor and, immediately after that, how fucking sexy he is. I gazed at the massive rounded peaks of his furry ass that towered over the small hollows next to the base of his spine. I let my eyes travel up his spine and the long ropy muscles on either side of it, to the lower, but more sharply defined, topography of his lats, rhomboids, traps, and delts, rising in the middle and far distance. I shifted my focus to the sharp creases at the base of his butt cheeks where they dropped precipitously into the back of his thighs. Jamie winked at me and allowed us both a few extra seconds to enjoy the rugged terrain of Conor's body, before he moved in closer and spread those muscular cheeks wide enough apart to make the cave at the bottom of canyon separating them, open up. "Fuck!! FUCK!!!" I whisper-shouted, as my eyeballs nearly rolled onto the ground from staring at a glimpse of the shiny red lining of Conor's rectum where it caught the lantern light. At the least hint from either of them, I'd have dived straight into it, but even without that, it was hard to restrain myself. Anyway, I didn't have to hold back for long because pretty soon Jamie buried himself in Conor's ass damn near up to his ears. A little while later, he raised his head for a couple of seconds to breathe and tell me "There's a lotta good eatin' in there!" before diving right back down for more. By now, I couldn't keep my hand off my dick a second longer. Just as I'd feared, I came in almost no time, sending big ropes of cum flying over Conor's legs before landing on his ass and low back. I took a minute or so to let my breathing quiet down before grabbing my still-rigid cock again. This time I intended to make it last. Whlle I was catching my breath, Jamie had covered Conor with his own body, slid his cock deep inside the ass I'd just looked into, and started to fuck as if he were possessed by demons. There was nothing slow, nothing sensual, about it. Both of them were long past that. Pretty soon, Jamie grunted "I'm fucking cumming!", before his face froze until he looked like a gargoyle with its mouth wide open as he slammed repeatedly into Conor as hard as he could. Then he paused a few seconds at the bottom of his stroke before his face relaxed again and he collapsed on top of Conor, his breath coming in heavy gasps. It felt like a couple of minutes before he was able to move again. After some tender kisses, Jamie asked Conor to fuck him, but Conor silently shook his head "no." As he slowly raised himself up off his belly and turned over, I saw why. My brother's belly was smeared all over with his own cum and he was still catching his breath. "Damn! I've never cum hands-free," I said, and I hoped I made my admiration clear. Not one to give up easily, Jamie just pivoted to me and said: "How about it, Ryan? You don't want to stop now that you've learned to suck dick, do you? Go ahead! Fuck me!" I hesitated for a long moment before I saw Conor smile and shake his head up and down in a big "Yes!" AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please join me in supporting Nifty in recognition of the unique role they play in bringing readers and writers together. Even a small donation helps. To contribute, go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate _________________________________ I welcome readers' comments, for better or for worse. Please send them to WildeWilde115@gmail.com. As before, I want to acknowledge the invaluable inspiration and encouragement I've received from Alex, who writes as Lexnifty, and Phoenix. Both Alex and Phoenix are outstanding writers whose Nifty stories are deservedly popular. You can find their titles at the end of Chapter 1 of this story. Have fun! Wilde