Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2019 18:55:35 -0400 From: Wilde Wilde Subject: CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER (Incest), Chapter 9: The Further Education Of A Recently Cherry Ass CHAPTER 9 THE FURTHER EDUCATION OF A RECENTLY CHERRY ASS RYAN: After all the surprises life had been throwing at me ever since the day I arrived in New York and ended up jerking off with Conor in a gym sauna -- surprises like all that sex on our Memorial Day weekend camping trip, giving my cherry up to my now-boyfriend Jon, getting fucked by some sadistic gorilla in the gym sauna, and then by Jon's Dad, (with Jon's permission, yet!) -- life began to settle down a bit. And about time. I needed a break! Jon and I weren't sexually exclusive, but we were together a lot and sex with him continued to make me as happy as I was that first time he fucked me. After we finally acknowledged that we were in love, we decided to room together for the coming year at school. Once we managed to set that up, I have to admit that life was feeling pretty fucking sweet. Sometimes I smile at my reflection in the mirror while shaving because I still can't believe how lucky I am. Late one afternoon around the middle of summer, I was on the subway, heading home after helping my boss with a client presentation in lower Manhattan. Because I was so far downtown, I managed to snag a seat on the train even though it was close to 5 p.m. A few stops later, the train was packed. It was about then that I looked up from my phone to find a bulging crotch so close to my face that I couldn't see anything else or even the rest of its owner. All that stood between my eyes and his cock were a patch of well-worn denim (button front) and, as I imagined, sexy white briefs. Setting off that tasty package were two muscular legs and a wide leather belt with a heavy buckle. The tail of the belt extended beyond the the first belt loop and curved out a little, reminding me of the the pull tab on a can of beer. And that was exactly how I wanted to use it. I looked up again, trying to see what the rest of this guy might be like. He must have seen me do that, but I really couldn't see past the underside of his bearded jaw. All I could tell was that he was well built and had on a tight white tee shirt through which the outlines of two nipple rings stood out. Since a look at his face would have to wait, I returned my gaze to that tautly bulging patch of denim. As the train rolled uptown and the crowd shifted as people got on or off it, he never moved from where he stood directly in front of me and I never took my eyes off him. His bulge twitched a few times and grew a little bit, but other than that he showed no sign that he was even aware of me nor did he try to make eye contact. As luck would have it, we both had to get off at the same station. As we approached it, I moved to get up, he stepped back to let me, and that's when we finally made eye contact and slyly grinned at each other. "I'm getting off here, too," was all he said. Whispered, actually. Now that I could see him in full, he continued to hold my attention. Tall and solid without being thick. A full beard that was short but too long to be scruffy. Light brown hair that hung over his ears with a forelock hanging over one side of his forehead. He looked to be in his early to mid 30's. And now he was following me off that train. "What are you up to?", he asked. "Not much, but you could change that." "Follow me and I will." It turned out that he didn't live too far from Conor and me in Hell's Kitchen. As we left the station, we introduced ourselves. "I'm Derek, by the way." "Hey Derek, Ryan. Great to meet you." "What are you into?" "I'm still trying to figure that out. Until I got to NYC for a summer internship, I didn't even know I was into guys at all. It's been a hell of a learning curve since then." Hearing that, Derek only smiled and said, "Maybe I can help you." I coyly smiled back at him and said, "I certainly hope so." A few minutes later, sitting next to Derek on the sofa and sipping the gin and tonic he'd just made me, I still didn't know much about him except that he was a generous host. And that gave me a good feeling about him, because I was pretty sure that if he were anything like that psychopathic muscle daddy who tore my insides to shreds in the gym sauna, we would not be sharing a friendly drink to start things off. "Ever get fisted?" he asked. "Not yet," I said hesitantly. "Until earlier this summer, when my boyfriend fucked me, I'd never had anything up my ass. That went well but I didn't realize just how gentle and considerate he was with me until a week or two later when some mouth-breathing goon with huge muscles and knuckles dragging on the floor, grabbed me from behind in the gym sauna and shoved his horse cock into me with nothing but spit for lube. I hurt for days after he finished using me." "Want to take the fisting intro course? You'll have plenty of real lube and there won't be any more force than you want me to use." "I think I'd like to try. Lately, I've been doing all kinds of shit I never could have even imagined before. . . . Yeah, maybe. . . . Why not?" "Don't worry. I've worked with newbies before. I won't push you too far, too fast. Before we start, though, you should go into the bathroom and clean out." We talked about fisting for a few more minutes till we finished our drinks, and then Derek led me into the bathroom, gave me the necessary supplies, and told me to call him when I was ready which, ten minutes later, I was. When he came to get me, he had stripped down to those white briefs I'd been hoping to see him in, and two nipple rings the size of truck tires. On one side of his spare bedroom, he'd set up a sling. After a long, sexy kiss, and some nipple play, he told me to get in it, scoot forward, and put my feet in the leather loops hanging off the chains. Immobilized in that position, I felt exposed, vulnerable and I was beginning to wonder if I had made a big mistake in agreeing to this. Luckily, that was when Derek smiled gently, asked how I was doing so far, and that was all it took for me to settle down and tell him I was okay. Now that I was calmer and better able to pay attention to what was right in front of me, I saw that Derek looked even better almost-naked than I hoped he would. He had a chest that was well defined but not pumped. An almost flat stomach rather than a six pack. Solid arms and legs, but again without bulging muscles. Completing the picture was a chest full of hair beneath which a perfect treasure trail ran down to the waistband of his briefs. A look at what Derek had going on south of that would have to wait until he was ready to lose the briefs which, in the meantime, perfectly showcased his muscular ass. This is exactly the way I was learning to like my men. I really don't care for bulging muscles and super defined six-packs. Guys like that just look to me like they're spending all their free time in the gym and don't have much else going on in their lives. I want a man I can talk to after we've both cum. After checking with me one more time, Derek put on a glove, scooped up a gob of Elbow Grease, and spread it up and down my butt cleft. Then he slowly began to slide the edge of his palm and his whole forearm, up and down it, rotating it this way and that as he went. And all the while he did this, he never lost eye contact with me. This felt even better than when Jon had done sort of the same thing, because Derek was using his whole arm, not just his hand, and with all that lube, his arm was sliding around in my butt crack like a car on black ice. I couldn't wait to try this with Jon. When Derek had me to the point of squirming and bouncing around in that sling, he smiled again, and started playing only with my hole. He'd make a fist and rotate his knuckles lightly over the opening, or use his finger tips to tickle, slap, and tease it. I was going fucking bananas. After a couple of minutes of this, he scooped up some more lube and said, "Okay, think you're ready to start taking something up there? No need to freak out. It's just gonna be a finger at first." I nodded. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside my ass and began to play with my prostate, which almost made me want to cum then and there. He'd kept up the steady eye contact, and when he saw how easily I took the first finger, it was soon followed by a second, and more prostate play. Not till he began to insert a third finger, did things start to get intense. Not painful, really, but intense. When Derek saw me scrunch up my face, he slowed way down, barely moving his fingers as he let me get used to having them all inside me. Which, after a bit of steady deep breathing, I did, and he started wiggling all three fingers inside me, stretching and teasing my hole from the inside. "Ready for another?", he said after I seemed to be comfortable again. "Let's find out." He pulled his three fingers part way out of me, added a fourth, and slowly began to re-enter me. Again, the feeling was intense, but not really painful, and by that time I was beginning to actually enjoy the intensity. "Go deeper," I urged. As the last knuckle of each finger forced its way past my sphincter until Derek was in up to his thumb joint, the relatively mild intensity I'd felt before, became a lot more powerful. Derek reminded me to breathe deeply and steadily and to push out like I was taking a shit. At least he didn't just tell me to relax, because if he had, I think I'd have wanted to punch him. As the circuitry in my brain slowly began to function normally again, I saw that this was nothing like being hate fucked by the ape in the gym. Derek was not trying to hurt me, and I was in complete control. Once I understood that, I actually did begin to relax. A little, anyway. "How are you doing?", he asked. "Okay. Sort of. Maybe.", I answered with a weak smile. "Good boy," said Derek, smiling strongly. "You're gonna do this." Slowly, very slowly, he withdrew his hand and slid it back in, pulled out again and pushed back in. The feeling was still about 8 out of 10 on an intensity scale, but somehow I was starting to like it. It was almost like running track in high school, when I'd be in the last stage of a race and had to find one final burst of power somewhere inside myself. It was much a mental as a physical effort. And that's what I was doing now. "Still okay?", Derek asked. "I think so." "Good. You've almost got my whole hand inside you. Let's try to get it all in there. And don't worry. I'm not gonna rush it, and you can tell me to stop if you need to." I gave him one more weak smile and a slight nod, so as not to disrupt the rhythm of my breathing. Derek had kept up the slow motion movement of his hand in my ass during that short check in, and on the next down stroke. he slowed down even more as he began to work the tip of his thumb into my very crowded hole. He'd press it in lightly, pull it out a bit, then press it back again, but this time a little bit deeper maybe. It was like he had all the time and all the patience in the world. As Derek was slowly stretching out my ass, I began to see one important way in which fisting was different from fucking. When a guy fucks you, even someone as patient and loving as Jon, he's not only trying to please you, but to get himself off, too. And when a guy gets close, that's when it starts to be all about his orgasm. When he was close to cumming that first time, even Jon, who'd been as patient and loving as anyone could ever be, couldn't think of anything but his urgent need to bust his nut, and then he started pounding me like some guy banging on a bass drum in a marching band. That's not what Derek was doing. Neither of us was trying to shoot a load. I realized later that, more than any other kind of sex I've had, fisting demands absolute focus and trust. The top has to read the bottom perfectly and the bottom has to trust the top to do that and to react appropriately. When everything's working right, it's like a very sexy slow dance. Almost imperceptibly, Derek's thumb began to slide a little deeper inside me with each slow down stroke. I hadn't even realized he was doing that until I noticed that the intensity level of the sensations inside my ass had ratcheted up some, and my sphincter was starting to feel more stretched out than ever. I just focused on my breathing even more than before. Finally, when I wasn't sure that I could take one more minute of this, I felt my sphincter close down a bit, and Derek said, "That's it! I'm in up to my wrist." Then he kept his hand still for a bit, to give me a short break, before he made a fist and very, very, slowly, began to twist that fist around inside my ass. The feeling was still pretty fucking intense, but now it was a little different. I felt more full than I ever had in my life, almost more than I could stand, but in some strange way it was exhilarating. With his free hand, Derek picked up a hand mirror and held it so I could see what my ass looked like with his hand buried in it up to his wrist. I couldn't fucking believe how stretched out my hole was. It looked like it had a hairy log sticking out of it. Derek and I maintained eye contact, and when he saw my facial muscles relax again, he sharply bent the elbow of the arm with the fist in my ass and tapped his elbow lightly and quickly with his other hand. That set up a vibrating motion inside me that I felt in my prostate, my ass, and my belly, and it was fucking amazing. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum, but I couldn't cum. Kind of like when somebody edges you. Derek kept this up for a few minutes, though it seemed longer at the time, then he said that it was time to give my ass a rest. As he slowly withdrew his hand, I felt my sphincter stretch out again but it didn't hurt this time. I was completely drained, drenched with sweat, and still breathing deeply, but I looked up into Derek's smiling face and gave him my happiest grin in return. As soon as his hand was out of my ass, Derek held the mirror up again. The log was gone but my hole still gaped open, as though waiting for Derek to change his mind and put his fist back in me. Looking into my own rectum, gleaming red and raw in the light, was weird and also a little scary. Would it ever close up again? Was I going to spend the rest of my life shitting my pants every day? But just as my thoughts began to get really morbid, my sphincter remembered what it was there for and slowly returned to normal. Even so, the next time I had to fart, I made sure I was sitting on the toilet when I did. Before I got out of the sling, Derek grabbed an old towel and wiped the lube off both of us. Then he asked: "How do you want to cum? Wanna fuck me or would you like me to suck you off?" "I haven't got the energy to fuck you right now. Another time, sure, but for now, your mouth would feel great on my cock." Then I added, "You still haven't cum yet either. Want me to help you with that?" "You bet I do, but you first. You've earned it." We went into the bedroom where Derek spread an old sheet over the bed and we got on it. I noticed the jeans he'd been wearing tossed over a chair, and now he slipped off his white briefs and threw them on top of of the jeans. With Derek was naked, I noticed his other piercings: a barbell in his perineum and three rings close together on his really big scrotum, on top of which a fat, soft, cock rested heavily. I couldn't wait to see what it looked like hard. I'd never really thought about piercings much before, but on Derek, placed where they were, they make him look sexier than ever and maybe just a bit dangerous. Derek didn't go straight for my dick. We cuddled and kissed in a way that was the perfect yin to the yang of his fist up my ass. After getting poked a few times by my erection, he remembered his promise, knelt facing me, and slowly began to lick and nibble my inner thighs, perineum, and balls. Nobody had ever before lightly traced my groin creases with his tongue, or used his tongue to tickle the outer parts of my ass cleft. Derek did so now, and he had me in shivers. Derek gives head the way he gives fist. He is totally focused on you, he acts like he has all the time in the world, and he knows just how to slowly ratchet up the intensity and then back off for a bit so you don't cum too soon. By the time you're no longer able to stop yourself from cumming, you feel the orgasm with your entire body. Almost from the beginning, Derek had me squirming. A few minutes later, I was practically bouncing off the bed and screaming every sexual epithet I know. When he finally let me cum or I couldn't hold back any longer (I don't know which), I almost passed out from hyperventilating. I only knew that I was finally starting to regain full consciousness when I caught myself thinking that Jon, Conor, and Jamie, need to meet this man. Now it was my turn to do Derek and I was feeling a little intimidated after the way he'd done me. He must have read my mind, because a second later he was telling me that he knew that I'm new to all this and not to worry about being perfect. "Just do what you already know how to do," was the way he put it. What also boosted my confidence was recalling how good I'd made Jamie feel when I gave him my first blow job ever, up in the mountains. Plus, this time I'd also be able to use some of the tricks I'd just learned from Derek. Derek had taken a lot of time fisting and blowing me, so I especially didn't want to rush through this. I looked into his eyes, smiled, and leaned in for another long, slow kiss before letting my tongue drift over to his ear for a few licks inside and nibbles all around the edge and on the lobe. Before moving over to the other ear, I let my mouth wander down his neck to kiss and lick the sensitive areas at its base. I couldn't see Derek's face, but the sounds I heard told me that my efforts were appreciated. I'd never played with a man with pierced nipples before, so I asked him how he wanted me to treat them. "They're pretty sensitive. Pull and twist them, please, but not too hard. I started doing that very gently, but soon Derek was asking for more and he got it. By the time he told me not to work them any harder than that, I was already working them very hard (I thought) and his thick penis was rigid and spasmodically jerking from the tension. A blob of precum oozed from the tip. I licked it up and moved on to his inner thighs, perineum, and balls, as he'd just done for me. Occasionally, I'd reach back up just to remind him that I wasn't done with his tits. Since he hadn't showered since that morning, his balls were a little funky, but not so much as to keep me from having a great time. I liked the way Derek's genital piercings looked better than the way they felt in my mouth, but they were small and didn't cause too much trouble. I wasn't sorry, though, that he didn't have a Prince Albert. Unlike me, Derek doesn't yell when he swears during sex. All those "Fuck"s, "Shit"s, and "God-fucking-DAMN"s, I was hearing sounded more like a throaty whisper from a boozy, washed up singer. Hey, at least I knew he was having a really good time. I wasn't sure how Derek might feel about my playing a little with HIS ass, so I decided to find out. When I finally moved my mouth to his almost-purple cock, I slipped one hand under his balls and reached back to tease the entrance of his hole with my finger. When his epithets became a little louder and even more of a raging torrent than before, and he did his best to arch his ass to give me better access, I had my answer. I didn't get to keep doing that for long, because pretty soon I heard a not quite silent scream, or maybe it was a wail (it was hard to tell), Derek's entire body became as stiff as a plank, and my mouth began to fill up with cum. I swirled it around in my mouth to enjoy the taste for as long as possible, while I watched Derek go completely limp and lie there with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. More cuddling and kissing followed until it was time for us to clean ourselves up. When we walked into the bathroom to shower, Derek didn't turn on the water right away. Instead, he told me to lie down in the tub, so I did. Then he got in, stood over me, and the next thing I knew a heavy stream of piss began to rain down on my chest, belly, cock and balls. I was so surprised, I just started laughing. Because, of course. Piss. What else would you want to follow fisting and blow jobs with? A second later, we were both laughing hysterically. When we calmed down a bit, we changed positions and, since he asked me to, I pissed on Derek's face and into his open mouth. He didn't try to swallow; just kept spitting it out. After that, and insofar as it's possible for two men to cuddle in a bathtub, we did. When we finally got cleaned up and I was ready to leave, we exchanged phone numbers and Derek asked me to bring Jon with me next time. I did not have to ask Jon twice and Derek was happy to hear that. JON: I've always been afraid of being fisted and never tried it before, but when Ryan told me how considerate and patient Derek had been, I decided that now was the time. But even with a top like Derek, I couldn't get more than four fingers inside my ass no matter how patient he was or how hard I tried. He was really nice about it, telling me that a lot of guys just can't get a fist up their asses, no matter what, and not to worry about it. I don't suppose Derek could have been too disappointed anyway, because he did get to fist Ryan again, and then (what a sweetie!) pulled his fist out and told me to try it. With a lot of coaching from Derek and encouragement from Ryan, I did, and my boyfriend (I love hearing myself call him that!) and I had a great time. After that, just to vary the agenda a bit, Ryan fucked Derek, Derek fucked me, then we both blew Ryan and ran our fingers and mouths all over him. Then we pissed all over each other, showered, and called in an order for Chinese takeout. I don't know when I've enjoyed a night out more. CONOR: I've been out for six years now, hooking up with all kinds of guys, and I still haven't had as many just plain crazy experiences as my little brother who only lost his queer cherry a couple of months ago. I have no fucking idea how the little shit does it and I'm starting to get an inferiority complex. Especially after he told me that he'd gotten fisted for the first time the night before, by some dude he picked up on the subway. Oh yeah, and there was piss play at the end. And let's not forget getting fucked by his boyfriend's hot dad (who's also his boss's, boss's boss), with the bf's permission, yet! What the fuck have I been doing wrong, goddammit? WHAT?!! I tried to let some guy fist me once and, like Jon, I couldn't get more than four fingers in my ass no matter how hard I tried. Baby brother goes out and takes the the whole thing up to the wrist his first time. Now he's probably gonna want a sling for his birthday. FUCK YOU, RYAN! Just wait till I give the best man's toast at your wedding and I'm too drunk to leave this shit out of it! Seriously, though, I gotta give him credit. After what that ape in the gym sauna did to him, I was surprised that he had the balls to even try letting some guy fist him. Or let anybody ever fuck him again. But maybe I shouldn't be so surprised. He's always been too stubborn to know when to quit. RYAN: Even though I'd only been having sex with dudes for a couple of months, it had become the new normal for me. The feeling that I was exploring new territory every time I had a dick in my mouth, didn't last long. That's not to say that life was dull. I was doing well at work and getting good feedback from my boss. And speaking of work, Jon's dad, Tom, was still grabbing every excuse he could to see me. On one of those occasions, when his assistant was at lunch and no one else could see him close and lock his office door, he forwarded his calls, undid my pants, played with my dick, balls, and ass, for a few minutes and then blew me. I thought he'd want me to reciprocate, but he said that his assistant would be back soon and that he didn't want to press his luck and risk making making people suspicious. Some people would call that sexual harassment or maybe assault, but I was fine with it and Tom had good reason to know that I would be. A couple of times, when he couldn't lock the door without anyone seeing or hearing him do it, I teased him by standing where I couldn't be seen from outside, rubbing my hand across the front of my pants till I had a visible bulge, and licking my lips. When he couldn't stand the torture anymore, he'd whisper, "You owe me, Ryan, and I'm gonna collect!" I made sure that he did. Ever since I was 15, I've had other people tell me how hot I am, or more recently, how big my dick is. But since I can't see serious hotness and a really big dick myself, when I look in the mirror, I always feel like a little bit of a fraud when I get compliments like that. I'd be just fine with my looks and dick size if other people didn't didn't say anything about them, but they do and it makes for insecurity where there didn't need to be any. So it's reassuring when somebody as hot as Tom is himself doesn't say anything about my looks and dick size; he just finds me irresistible. Plus, as I've said before, I love the feeling of sexual power I have over him. Plus one more thing: his son is my boyfriend. Tom would never risk pushing me into something I wouldn't want to do, for fear that I'd tell Jon, Jon would never speak to him again, and his wife might divorce him. And speaking of Jon, things were going really well between us. We were falling more deeply in love with each other, sex was great, and I was already starting to hope that after graduation, we'd both work here in NYC so we could stay together. I'm sure he was thinking that too, but neither of us wanted to jinx things by discussing those hopes so long before we'd have a chance to make them come true. One evening a couple of weeks after my encounter with Derek, Jon and I were having dinner with Conor and Jamie. I'd begun to think that we sounded like two old married couples getting together for the 500th time, when Conor shattered that impression with an invitation that very few old married couples would ever discuss. "There's this guy who puts on sex parties in his big apartment one Sunday evening a month, and the the next one is gonna be this weekend. There are usually some pretty hot dudes there and anything goes as long as we don't annoy the neighbors. He asks for a $40 `donation,' as he calls it, and you have to email him a request for an invitation. You guys wanna go with me? Jamie has to prep for a trial that starts on Monday morning, so it'd be just the three of us." I turned to Jon and asked hopefully, "Whaddaya think, boyfriend?" "If somebody had asked me to a sex party before this summer, I'd have been way too shy and scared to even think of going. I'm still a little shy and scared, but after some of the fun shit I've done with the three of you, that's not gonna stop me now. I'm in!" A little after 8 p.m. that Sunday, Conor, Jon, and I, were let into an apartment that was already filling up with naked guys. Two sexy newcomers were undressing next to us and putting their clothes in plastic bags. My dick started to stir. A minute later we were naked. My plan was to stay close to Jon until I could see that he was doing okay. Apparently, Conor's plan was to stay close to us for the same reason, so the three of us waded into the scrum in tight formation. JON: When got to the party I was surprised to find that I was less nervous than I thought I'd be. This was partly because I had two good friends there with me, and partly because I was surrounded by a couple of dozen dreamy naked men, and they didn't all stop what they'd been doing to stare at me as though I didn't belong. At the same time, enough of them checked me out and made eye contact to give my confidence a nice boost. The next thing I noticed was how uninhibited everyone was, and how many spectators some coupled bodies had attracted. One big guy was fucking a smaller guy standing up and really roughly, as five more guys clustered around them stroking their dicks, working the two fuckers' tits, playing with the top's ass and the bottom's cock, and everyone was encouraging the top to pound him harder. Far from being distracted and annoyed by all that audience participation, the two fuckers looked like they couldn't get enough of it. This encouraged one of the audience to step up to the top man's ass and start to work his cock inside it. The first top, who was now in the middle of this sandwich, didn't resist. He kept pounding on the ass he was in while his top didn't move too much, letting the guy in the middle do most of the work. After watching them for a few minutes with my dick leaking copiously, I wanted some action for myself and began to scout the crowd for possible partners. Within a minute, a guy about Conor's age whom I'd been checking out returned my gaze and we both smiled. I told Ryan and Conor, who were still close by, not to worry about me and headed straight for him. CONOR: These parties can get intense. I knew that probably everyone else there would be older than Jon and Ryan, and I'd been a little afraid that they'd both be set upon like lambs by wolves. I resolved to keep an eye on them, just in case. As soon as Jon hooked up with that first guy he met, Ryan turned to me and said that I should go enjoy myself; he'd be fine. Okay, I thought, no more hovering. I peeled off and headed for a few guys I'd had my eye on since we walked in. Ryan headed in the other direction and I didn't see him again for a while. As I headed in the direction of the guys I'd noticed, I saw Jon bent over the wide arm of a sofa, and a big muscular guy who was fingering his hairy hole, then spreading it wide open with his hands and thrusting his tongue inside. I loved looking at the wet, slicked down hair in the cleft of that bubble butt when he pulled back. Ryan was right. Jon has an ass that would get him far if the right reality show ever came along. I wondered if Jon and Ryan might someday let me get inside Jon, myself. I stood where Jon couldn't see me and watched for a few minutes, while the bruiser slid his dick down into the snug warmth hiding between those two perfect cakes. He took it easy at first, but since Jon seemed to be fine, he was soon banging on that kid like a a guy pounding a big bass drum in a marching band. Jon seemed to be enjoying himself, and I decided it was time to move on. After a little fun with a guy I'd played with before at these parties, and a short rest while I watched other guys get it on, I moved into the other party room to see what was going on in there. In the middle of the room was a sling surrounded by a cluster of (mostly) seriously hot naked dudes stroking their own and each others' dicks, or working the nips of the guy getting fucked in that sling, who just happened to be my only-queer-since-a-couple-of-months-ago, baby brother. As for baby bro himself, he looked like the Queen of the May surrounded by her adoring courtiers. I almost expected to see him wave to them in that constrained, dignified, way that the queen of England has, although I don't think she does that while she's flat on her back. For a fleeting moment I thought, "If Mom and Dad could see him now!" Then I gagged and tried to banish the idea from my head. Ryan didn't see me come into the room. I moved into the crush of bodies surrounding him, but kept outside his field of vision. Listening to guys calling out "Pump another load in him!", "See how many more he can take!", or "I wanna be next up!", I understood that Ryan had been in that sling for a while. His top for the moment was a tall surfer dude; handsome, blond, powerful upper body, decent ass. I'd have pegged him for a bottom for sure. (Or just pegged him, period.) Way too soon for me, it was surfer dude's turn to start grunting and making faces as he laid into Ryan with a few last deep, hard, strokes, before jamming his cock in to the limit and keeping it there as his jizz streamed into my brother's already-sloppy ass. With his cock still deep inside Ryan, he collapsed into the chains of the sling, to catch his breath. Then he pulled out and I began to understand part of the reason for the crowd's enthusiasm. His cock was proportioned like a fire hydrant. Not crazy long, but fuck, was it thick! Myself, I'd have been afraid to try and take that thing in front of a bunch of other guys. Then I remembered that Ryan had recently been fisted for the first time, which I've never been able to do. Ryan wasted no time savoring the moment. He looked around to see who was up next, and another guy with a more than respectable dick moved to take surfer dude's place between my little brother's wide open legs. I would have loved to have been standing in front of the sling in that moment, just to see the cum dripping out of his hole and coating the hairs around it. I damn near came myself, just visualizing it. The new guy was a little older, darker, hairier, and sexier, than surfer dude. He also didn't waste time with preliminaries which, I suppose, by then he didn't need to do. He slapped that well-used ass a couple of times, slid his dick easily into its cum-flooded hole, and started slamming into Ryan right from the get go. The onlookers were as worked up as they had been a few minutes ago for the last fuck. This guy didn't last long. Maybe five minutes later, he added his donation to the sperm bank in my little brother's ass. When he pulled out, Ryan announced that he could only take one more dick. As one more thirst trap with a big erection (and great balls!) quickly grabbed the spot in front of the sling and aimed his bright red cockhead at Ryan's hole, you could almost hear the disappointment around that sling. It seemed that Ryan was a good time not yet had by all. As the newest fucker got into his rhythm and the gang bang was entering its final minutes, the rest of the guys jammed even closer to the sling and each other and started stroking their dicks for real. In a minute or so, first one, then others, leaned in, aimed their dicks straight at Ryan, and came all over whatever part of him they could reach. Cum flew at him from all directions. It streaked and spattered his chest, his belly and his legs. Some of it had landed right on his own cock and balls, which Ryan used for lube. I had been standing right next to my brother, just a little behind his face. When the cum started flying, I decided to make my move to a spot where he could see me. When he didn't at first, I whispered, "Hey, little bro!" Ryan turned his head my way and gave me that shit-eating grin I know so well. I pointed my dick at his face, scooped up some of the cum on him, and started stroking. Now Ryan kept his eyes mostly on me. I watched him and the streamers of cum still landing on him. When I saw the top was getting close, I increased the speed and pressure of my hand on my cock, and just as the top came in his ass, I blew a large load all over Ryan's face. He just scooped it up, licked it off his fingers, and smiled. Looking around, I saw that Jon had joined the cluster of guys around the sling and he was working his dick with the rest of them. Ryan hadn't seen him, so I told him to look in the other direction. By now, everyone else had cum who wanted to, and all eyes were on Jon and Ryan. The two of them locked eyes. Ryan was smiling but Jon was too intent on the work in hand, for smiles. A minute later he was breathing heavily and his face was tightening up "Cum on my face, babe," Ryan told him, and that's what Jon did. Ropes of semen shot out of his dick, making lines across Ryan's cheeks, nose and lips and chin, which Ryan licked up as best he could. When Jon opened his eyes again, they both smiled softly, their gazes still on each other. If I hadn't known they were in love before, I'd have known it then. Ryan didn't get up immediately. His audience smiled at him and drifted away. Jon moved up next to his boyfriend, kissed him passionately and told him not to move. Then he knelt in front of the sling, took Ryan's cock in his mouth, and gave him the best blow job he knew how to. When he finally got up, Ryan told us that he'd taken four loads and that he'd felt a little sore after the second one, but forced himself to stick around for two more because he wanted to get as much cum in his ass as he could -- and because he was loving the attention. I suggested that the next time he did this, he should hang a bucket with TIPS painted on it, off that sling. If you're gonna be a slut, might as well monetize it. I hadn't seen much of Jon that evening, but from his description, he'd had a great time too. I'd only seen him bent over the sofa with that gorilla doing his ass, but he told us that apart from that, he'd been a top in his other hookups, and gotten a fantastic blow job before he found Ryan and me. RYAN: Knowing how much I'd gotten off on public sex in the apartment window, and in the gym sauna, I shouldn't have been surprised that getting gang banged in front of an audience really turned me on. That, and sex with Jon, are some of the best times I've ever had, but they were totally different. Getting fucked by all those guys was a big thrill and it helped give me one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. But big thrills are best as a now and then thing. You don't want them all the time. Being with Jon is about great sex, too, but it's also a way of showing our love for each other. That's thrilling too, but in a different way. As I thought about this, I loved my sweet, sexy, smart, boyfriend more than ever. JON: I was a little late to the gang bang, but only because I'd been having so much fun in the other room. When I did finally see Ryan get fucked in that sling with all those guys crowding around him, jerking their dicks and then cumming all over him, I wished I'd gotten there sooner. In the middle of all that raw sexual energy, with those guys fucking him and cumming on him, Ryan looked hotter than ever. I couldn't wait to get him alone and finish destroying his ass. On the way home, I thought about us being roomies this coming school year, and couldn't stop smiling because I knew that we'd be together full time in just a few weeks. _________________________________________ AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to all the readers who've let me know that they like this story. Your encouragement is what's gotten me this far with it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, too. If you're interested in an earlier story of mine, you'll find Finding My Tribe in the Adult-Youth section. 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, so if you haven't done so yet, please give!