Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2017 16:11:27 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Culberhouse Rules 10

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*****

"And the sex?"

I put on my best, fake, brogue. "Ah, me boyo, that's a Part Two question, I
be a-thinking?"

*****

Culberhouse Rules 10: Tell Me Yours and I'll Tell You Mine

By Bear Pup

*****

Jack sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Okay. Where were we? Yeah, uh, Billy
covered in cum while Dave busts me on the doobage. We all, you know,
suddenly realized we were all after -- and hiding -- the same things. Pot
and jerking off. Before anyone can speak, we heard the garage door
open. One of the rents was home! Billy is still stoned out of his mind and
I'm still trying to process that little brother Dave is, you know, a
stoner-jack-off -- in a good way! -- so Dave was the only one still
thinking.

"He was like a general or something. 'Billy - Bathroom. Shower. NOW!' And
Billy ran. 'Jack - Our room. Go!' I went. He followed, grabbed a big
scented candle and lighter, then ran for my room. I just, you know, stand
there. He hollers, 'Mom! We're all up here. Everything good today at work?'
She shouts out, 'How many times have I told you not to shout in the
house?'"

I bust out laughing, explaining that our mom does precisely the same thing,
yelling about yelling. "Anyway, we hear mom getting settled. Dave comes in,
grabs a book, says 'SIT!' like I'm a dog or something. I guess he was right
cuz I sit instantly just like a fucking dog. He sits Indian style and gets
the book open just as Mom sticks her head in on the way to their room. Dave
looks up and frowns. 'Jack's helping me with math.' I try not to look like
this is a surprise to me, or that Dave has a social studies book open and
upside down."

"Hey, it worked. 'Well, that's good. I'm glad he can help you.' Mom can
hear the shower so she knows where Billy is. So I ask her to close the door
cuz of the noise and, lo and behold, she does!"

"Knowing dad is a lot more keen, I jump up and grab his actual math book
and his spiral notebook. He turns to his real homework. We both jump like
convicts with the door opens, but it's Billy in a towel. He comes in and
drops his towel as he goes through the drawers.

"Now, we never really worried about being naked around each other. I mean,
we were all jocks. You guys too, I'm guessing? Yeah. But this was the first
time I really *looked* at Billy. Like he said, he'd just finished a
freakazoid growth spurt and looked the skin had been stretched out to dry
on a rack. When he turned around, though, I sucked in a breath. Brother
Beanpole was hung! He was soft with maybe the start of a chub, or the
leftovers from the Hex Mex cum-plosion, but he swung well below the balls
and was very quickly inflating as I watched."

"I was terrified! Still stoned, so everything was a little bit surreal
anyway. I come in and decide, fuck it. Let's see if anyone looks. I mean,
I'll admit it. I'd thought about both of them. And having them look at me?
Sure, I was headed to hardsville. It was like a jack-fantasy come to life,
the big jock meathead covered in fur and the little demon who only *thinks*
he's quiet when he cums."

"Hey!"

"Don't 'Hey' me! You sound like someone jumping up and down on a dog's
squeaky-toy when you blow!"

"Fine! And you sound like a cow with gas. Regardless, he's right. We'd all
been perving on each other and just didn't know it. Even then, the only
thing I thought we had in common was weed and whacking. Then Mr Bones comes
in, drops the towel and is not even slightly in a hurry to cover his
junk. I mean, who wouldn't look? And that damn thing starts to *grow*. I
mean, I was still, you know, young. And Billy was, well, sooooo not. That's
when I notice that Jack has stopped breathing and Billy's eyes are flicking
back and forth between ours, obviously noticing where our stares had been."

"So it was like I had lasers pointed at my quickly-hard dick. Jack was
starting to turn a little purple from the whole not-breathing thing and
Innocent Little Dave was, like, literally licking his chops. I finally
broke my own trance and pulled on shorts. No sooner than I get tucked when
Dad just opened the door. 'Why are all three of you in here? And why is the
door closed?' Like I could answer? Stoned and boned?"

"So I says, 'Dave asked me to help with his math homework. Mom closed the
door cuz Billy was showering and the noise made it hard to do math stuff.'
Dave helpfully tips the book so dad can see the math-squiggles. 'And why
are you sitting on the floor studying?' he asks Dave."

"And I say, 'Well, it's not like we have room for three desks, dad, and I
can't think at the dining table.' He scowls. 'It's bad for your back but I
see your point. Anyway, you've got about an hour before dinner. And Billy,
please, I beg you, wear a shirt?' All of us laugh and he actually closes
the door behind him! It was like we all melted. Jack falls back onto the
bed, heaving in breaths, my head hits the textbook and Billy simply sinks
to the floor like he's a pile of old sticks."

All three were smiling at the memories and I could see Ryan trying to get
his own raging boner under control. And let me tell you, Jack noticed! He'd
been fixated on my crotch but was now torn between the two of us.

Dave continued the story. "So, since I was obviously the only one capable
of thought or speech, I pipe up and say the obvious. That there's a hell of
a lot more that we have in common than smoking and stroking and we need to
figure this shit out, and quick. Billy's, like, stick-a-fork-in-him-done,
but Jack starts trying to sputter objections. So, I reach out, grab his
rock-hard dick right where the wet spot is already spreading and tell him
to shut up."

"And I shut up. More or less. The little fucker didn't 'grab' me, he
started diddling the head and twisting through the jeans. I mean, I was hot
and ready when Billy's smell hit me the first time, then the whole drama,
then Billy the horse-dick gets hard and now Dave is on my dick like some
sorta python, squeezing and scratching and tickling and I blow. I mean
Buh-LOW, complete with sound effects that I try to stifle with a pillow. I
look like I pissed my pants, man, and Dave is there, wide eyes, hand
stroking his own dick that he'd pulled out. I mean, he was just a kid but
he knew how to jerk. It was t-t-t-t-too much for me. I was still spasming
when I rolled off the bed and grabbed his hand away and, well, sorta..."

"Sucked me in like a hoover. And while Billy-boy is gonna pay dearly for
the dog-toy quip, there might have been some, well, squeaking involved."

"Like hell! So I'm stoned, boned and watching my big bruiser of a brother
take Dave's whole fucking package, balls and all, into his mouth and go to
fucking town as Dave starts to sound like the rusty spring things you ride
at the playground." To Dave's scowl, Billy makes that perfect, rhythmic
squeak sound, cracking the rest of us up.

"Fuck you, asshole. No one had ever *touched* me outside my fantasies, and
here was the guy who starred in most of them going down on me? His tongue
was doing impossible things with my balls in there -- no, I hadn't really
dropped yet. I'd just started shooting a few months before -- and every
time he swallowed it was like my dick was in heaven. It took at least three
seconds for me to lose it, and Jack here just sucked it all down and *kept
going*. I thought I was gonna die before I finally pulled him off.

"So, I catch my breath and Jack is sitting up, horrified at what he'd done,
trying to decide whether to crap or cry. So, I kissed him. Crawled right
into his massive lap and grabbed everything I could reach and kissed him
hard. He finally responded and I pulled back. Said, you have to get cleaned
up for dinner and Billy needs to come down for cloud la-la, but afterwards
we have to figure out what we do about this. Cuz I, for one, am NOT going
back to pulling my pud in secret!"

I couldn't resist; I was mesmerized by the images in my head, "How did you
work it out?"

Billy smiled wickedly, "Part three ain't free, Culberhouse." I took a
breath to start and was shocked that Ryan took up the story. I thought he'd
be mortified, but the Arnhart story loosened him up, apparently.

"I'll warn you straight out that I'm gonna blush like I'm bleeding and
stumble a bit. I can't believe I'm about to say any of this, like, out
loud. Taylor said he found my stash and my porn. My unexpectedly-kind
brother glossed over the, uh, nature of the porn he found? It's still
embarrassing but I'm not as worried now that I heard you guys talk. It was,
well, guys. Muscled, hairy, sweaty, nasty, HOT guys."

Every fucking eyeball in the place turned to me and gave me a quick up
down. I could see the thoughts. Muscles, check. Hair, big check. Sweaty,
check. Nasty, God I hope so check. Hot, oh, yeah, baby check. I blushed
scarlet.

"Exactly. Just like Taylor. He, uh, took pictures on his phone of
everything. Obviously, I didn't know this. I didn't know he even found my
stash. So, I get home from Student Congress, like he said. He bounds up
like a Labrador and starts helping with the bags. I found out later he'd
run to and from school and worked out heavy. He fucking reeked of male
animal and was wearing way, way too little over huge, pumped-up chest and
arms and... legs. I guess that something about my porn made him know that
his smell was my kryptonite. I started to shake before I even got in the
house." Jack was openly licking his lips now and I saw his nostrils flare
toward me. My blush went to crimson.

"I get unpacked and Taylor hollers whether I wanted to play Infinite
Warfare. I shoulda known right then it was a trap. Call of Duty is, like,
my specialty and he's never beaten me once. Like a schmuck, I agree
and... Okay, Taylor has a kickass computer and gaming system and had a
massive beanbag that two or even three can sit on while playing. So, I go
in and instead of being on one end, the jerk is barely off center. So I
have to sit, you know, right up to him. And he smells like a fucking Sex
God.

"He peeled off his shirt at a breakpoint and his right pit was right
fucking there in my face and I boned hard and fast. Then the pants went. He
had on these Tesla compression shorts that were soaked through and hugged
every muscle, every fucking dimple in his ass. I was panting and then the
fuck turns on a fan that blows right across him and into my face. I was
about to cry and started losing, like, pitifully bad. I surrender and go to
stand up. Turned out that when Junior got hard, he had snaked down through
the leg-band of my undies."

All the guys hissed and grimaced. It happened to everyone and they knew
there were three choices. Stand up and cut your dick in half, wait for it
to go down, or very obviously dig around in there. "So I sat back down
double-quick and Taylor held up his arm, like, right in front of me, and
took a long whiff, smiling like the fuck he is, and announced he was gonna
shower. He kicked off the shorts and I watched that furry butt prance into
the bathroom."

"I. Do. Not. Prance."

"Yeah, whatever. And those fucking shorts were, like, right *there*. I
heard the shower start and waited a minute to be sure. I got Junior squared
away, snatched the shorts and was in my room in a flash. I double-checked
the lock on both doors -- we both have a door onto the bath and I made sure
the shower was running -- and don't even bother to strip. I pulled my shirt
over my head and dropped trou, huffing those shorts like a
crack-whore. Log-floggin like a madman and just, JUST ready to blow when
Taylor bursts through the *locked* bathroom door to ask for something."

"Oh, fuck." That was Billy. The look of compassionate horror on his face
was priceless.

"Yeah. Mr Perfect never knew I could jimmy the locks."

"Screw you and yeah oh fuck! He said something like, 'You sniff my skanky
shorts when you jerk off? Lock the fucking door you pervert,' turns and
goes back in the shower! Well, Junior tries to crawl back inside my sac and
I break out in a cold sweat. The fricking bane of my existence had just
caught me, like, in the worst thing ever. I was gonna die. He was gonna gut
me like a fish. Life? Over. And then... nothing. Not a word.

"I get down to dinner about ready to puke and the bastard is sitting there,
all smiles. I was waiting for him to crush me and he just chats like it's a
normal night. Dad even asked something about the Sex Ed class and I knew,
KNEW that Taylor had been waiting for that like a cue. Still nothing. The
rents notice, finally, that I'm pouring sweat and some off-green color with
eyes fluttering like an epileptic and send me to bed, where I spend the
entire night between laying there horrified and having nightmares of him
calling a school assembly with the shorts as Exhibit A and a CSI slide-show
of what he'd seen.

"I make it to school and nearly weep when I realize he'd gotten my backpack
and would be at my locker. He's leaning there, grinning like a tiger, and
hollers from halfway down the hall something like 'So Ryan! About yesterday
afternoon?' I mean, half my pack was there and everyone looked up. This was
it. He was gonna broadcast it right there int eh hall and everyone,
everyone would know within ten minutes., Telegram and Twitter would need to
add servers. And he just says, cool as ice, 'You looked awful. Take better
care of yourself.' I barely made it to the john before blowing my
breakfast."

Now that really did upset me. "Dude, Ryan, really? I made you that sick?
God, man, I didn't mean for it to get--"

"One, yeah you did. Two, I was already halfway to breaking down before any
of that. I was actually trying to figure out how to tell, you know, anyone
that I was... anyway. All day long, I was waiting for the announcement over
the loudspeakers. 'Will the disgusting pervert named Ryan Culberhouse
report immediately to the office. Police are waiting.'" He did a passable
imitation of the principal over the intercom, getting a nice chuckle.

"Still nothing. Get home. Have dinner. Nothing. Get up,
breakfast. Nothing. So, I'm starting to feel I might live through
this. Maybe he forgot or didn't realize what I was doing or that he could
bust me with a word."

"And Mr Golden Boy here decided that it was safe to fuck with me
again. Humiliated me in Geometry class just like he did before I had his
nuts in a vice. I passed him a note that said if he did that one more time,
I'd give the whole story, including the compression shorts and the porn to
Carol-Ann Piegan."

"Oh fuck man," Jack is openly appalled and the others look shocked, "you
wouldn't have, would you? That bitch would end him!"

"Yeah, but I had his number and I was not going to take the shit any
more. Carol-Ann? Fuck yeah. As much as he degraded and mocked me? If kept
that up, I would have called CNN if I'd had video."

"And I deserved it. At least I thought I did. But we get
home. Nothing. Same as before. He's actually nicer to me which freaks me
out even worse. Friday, nothing. Saturday is grass-mowing. Rents off to a
couples retreat for the weekend. Like nothing is different. He mows; I weed
and use the blower. Mom has always made us strip off in the garage and
start a laundry load to keep from stinking up the house. So, we're there in
front of the washer, me trying desperately not to let him see that his
smell has me railed again, and I look over.

"He's bent over with his pants around his ankles, ass to me, very slowly
unlacing his shoes. And all he's got under is a jock. And he's doing a
fucking hoochie-coochie dance, flashing EVERYTHING at me, and the musk was
already so heavy I was dying."

Dave speaks up, his voice hoarse. "Care to, um, demonstrate, Taylor?"

I smiled and said, "Maybe next time."

"He finally strips to his jock and turns to me and makes a smart-assed
comment about me getting an eyeful. I throw my shit in the washer and ran
for my room. And damned if he isn't right behind me. I didn't even get to
close the door and he's standing there, scratching his nuts the way he did
earlier, pushing up and forward and says, 'We've got to talk.' Just like
that."

"I try and bluff through it and my phone dings. It's a picture of the
portfolio that no one could ever-ever-ever find, right there on my
screen. I thought all he had on me was the jacking off to shorts thing! He
saw... everything? Fuck! It bings again and it's my stash. Then again and
it's my porn. Photo evidence of the end of my fucking life! I crumple. The
fuckwad makes me get rid of my stash pretending he doesn't smoke.

"When I get back, the monster is spread across my bed like he owns it,
still in nothing but that jock. I know I'm dead and ask him the terms of my
defeat and he says, 'Just be a brother instead of a prick and we're
square. That's it.' I lose it and spill, like, everything. The gay thing,
the crush on him, all of it. I know my life is over anyway, so he might as
well get full mileage out of destroying me. I even beg him to do it, as
long as he does it quick. I can't take the waiting anymore. I'm just
bawling like a baby then."

"And I grab him in a hug and curl him into my chest and let him cry it
out. When he's done, he's still railed past hot iron and I say we've got to
take care of that. He gives me some sort of 'you don't get it I'm gay' shit
and I tell him I am, too, and he fucking loses it again, screaming at
me. Thought I was mocking him. I finally get him to understand that I've
been perving on him as long as he's been on me. We'd been viscous to each
other just to try and protect ourselves from breaking down and admitting
the impossible." They're all nodding then.

"But my prick of a brother can't just leave it there. Oh, no. He says he'll
do anything I want, all the fantasies, but I have to ask politely *in
writing*! And he'd choose!"

"Okay, to be fair, how could I trust him not to reverse-blackmail me? No
way!"

"So, already humiliated beyond rational thought, I figured, well, maybe I
can get some before he kills me off. At least I won't die frustrated. I
write stuff out."

"Dudes, you have no fucking idea how nasty the shit he came up with was!"

"Like what?" Dave and Jack ask at precisely the same time.

I smile and say, "Maybe later. Well, I decide that a couple things are near
the top of my own Jackoff Greatest Hits List and let him have a taste."

"What did you, uh, let him do?" Jack's voice is shaking and rough, his eyes
slitted and body tense as a spring.

"He let me crotch-dive into all that musky skank, suck all the sweat off
his balls and taint, then jack him off. I had to cum too and then lick
everything up from his furry belly and chest." Ryan was staring at his
hands, horrified at the admission. Jack started to get this weird breathing
going. Billy came over and rubbed his crotch once, just once, and Jack blew
in his boxers, bucking and bellowing like a bull at the rodeo.

"Dude, you can't just throw a story like that out around Jack." Dave's
voice is a bit stern and a lot lusty. "He's got a really, really good
imagination and what you just did was fucking torture, Ryan." Jack was
huffing, nearly crying, as he came down, obviously shamed and
mortified. "You kinda just described one of his hottest fantasies, right
here, after all that build-up. I mean, have a heart, dude!"

"I'm s-s-s-s-so s-s-s-s-sorry!" Jack is actually crying now.

I moved over and gently pushed a scowling Billy out of the way and leaned
down, pulling Jack's face up. "Don't be sorry, stud. That was one of the
hottest, sexiest things I've ever seen. Will you clam down and breath if I
promise, if I swear, to make *all* that come true for you?" His eye
SPROINGed like a cartoon as I leaned in and kissed him, hard. He was
shocked, then latched onto my back and neck and seemed to be trying to
swallow my tongue. I pulled back. "I'll take that as a yes."

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