Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2017 10:44:44 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Culberhouse Rules 11

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*****

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, 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."

*****

Culberhouse Rules 11: It Cums Down to This

By Bear Pup

*****

"While Jack recovers," Dave starts, "you asked how we worked it out. We
didn't at first. We were pretty freaked when we came down off the sex
high. We had dinner, jumping like rabbits at every sound. Luckily,
something shitty was happening at Dad's job and he and Mom were talking
through it so they didn't notice. We always did dishes together unless one
of us had a game. Jack washed, I rinsed, Beanpole dried and put stuff
away."

"I finally came down from the Hex Mex sometime during dinner, but the whole
scene earlier didn't really gel until I was stacking plates and Dave and
Jack were hissing at each other to cool it and such. I had a salad plate in
my hand when every bit of it came back in a rush. Jacking, being busted, my
strip show, Dave and Jack's hand-and-blow jobs, all of it."

"The fucking plate sounded like a dinner bell ringing. Mom shouted (of
course) from the other room to see if anything was wrong and I holler back
something like, nope, just telling a funny story from school to Jack and
Billy. I get all of us up to Jack's room and inside where I snuff the
candle. It no longer smells like a weed-fire in a whorehouse at least, it
just smells like someone did something unspeakable to a lemon."

Jack has his voice back, shaky but there. "So, after all that and the panic
over dinner, I'm finally back to aware at least. 'Okay, we gotta make this
quick. We can't all be in the same room again tonight. First, jacking off:
We do it, none one cares, agreed? Good. And weed, we do it but everybody
buys as much as they smoke, okay? Great and, um...' my voice sorta vanishes
at the thought of what went down in the other room."

Billy speaks up, "And I finally have to together enough to say, 'Fuck
it. I'll do either of you. Just ask.' Both of them look like Homer Simpson
being told the donut shop burned down. Completely
mind-blown. 'Seriously. And I have a feeling from what I saw that neither
of you is gonna say no to the other, am I right? I'll take stunned silence
as a yes. So, um, the only thing left is...' and my voice lost about ten
years, 'will you guys reciprocate? Like, with me?"

"I'm like, 'Hell yeah!' and we turn to Jack who's still shell-shocked but
nodding like a bobblehead. 'Guys, that's a plan, details come later. Right
now, Billy and I gotta split.' I drag Billy back to the bedroom and we're
actually already in bed, Billy snoring, when Mom comes to tell us lights
out. She seems surprised, but happily so."

"So I wake up the next morning, still a bit buzzled from the Hex Mex and
turn top look at Dave. 'Um, Davey?'"

"I fucking hate that name."

"Shut up. Back then you hadn't told me yet and I'm telling this
part. Anyways, it's damned hard to ask if a surreal, possibly-hallucinated
and very embarrassing thing *really* happened, you know. So I says, 'Um,
DAVEY? Did, well, did something odd happen last night?' And he just
explodes into giggles. I figure that's a yes. Now it's time to really tread
lightly. 'Did you, um, get your first blow job?' Dave goes silent as a
statue and stares and me, then nods very slowly. 'Now, don't get mad, okay?
I was seriously fucked up. Did, um, well, did *Jack* give it to you?"

"And I just smile like the Cheshire Cat. 'Welcome to the Brave New World,
Brother Beanstalk!' We get up and get dressed since it's a school day and
head for breakfast. Jack came out of his room at the same times and
just... smiles. So, school and shit happens and we get home, having at most
half an hour before Mom comes in. We convene in Jack's room that now smells
like someone did something unspeakable to an orange then farted a lot."

"Fuck you! So, we're in my room and all looking at each other. We left the
door open so we could here Mom. I say something like, 'We ain't got a lot
of time. Who's figured this shit out?' And everyone looks at each other
like 'Dur...' and I just sigh. 'I got nuttin. What next?' Dave takes it
from there."

"Right, so I say, 'All we can do is play it by ear and see what comes
up. He's what worries me. What happens to you, Jack? If Billy and I want,
well, whatever, we can negotiate in our room. I thought about this part all
day lone and that's not right.'"

"Which just about killed me that he said that. I mean, it would have been a
breeze for them to just freeze me out and he treated that as a
non-starter. As if on cue, the garage door starts to open. 'We'll figure it
out. You are the best brothers and we'll make it work. I, I, I l-l-l-love
y--' which is when the little shit kicks me in the shin and says, 'Shut up
and get to homework, jackass.' And runs off with Billy in tow."

"In case you haven't noticed, I have a very low bullshit tolerance and none
at all when a parental invasion is coming. So, this goes on for the rest of
the week with the same basic answer each night. Billy and I don't do
anything, really, other than jack ourselves off. Well, jack a lot, a whole
lot. I mean, it really didn't feel right leaving Jack in the cold, you
know? So, we come down for breakfast Saturday morning and, oddly, find Dad
in jeans and a dress shirt."

Billy takes up from there. "The no-desk thing had evidently simmered and he
and Mom had decided to 'fix it'." You could hear the air quotes. "He
announces that a contractor is coming over that morning because they've
decided that we need an addition. All of us share a WTF look, make
appreciative and enthusiastic noises that he's not-at-all-subtly expecting
and then split, claiming different destinations. Through some sort of
freakazoid mind-meld thing, we all KNEW we needed to talk, and quick.

"We ended up in the treeline, staring back at the house, knowing that we
couldn't be seen in the gloom. Turns out all three of us had toked out here
on occasion for that very reason. We stared at the house for a long time
and Jack, who is actually pretty good with mechanical things, squinted and
said, 'There's only two things that could really work. They add a bed/bath,
probably for me, off the mud room, or they add a powder room on the first
floor of the laundry and put a room, probably for Dave, above it.' So, we
all just stare for a minute."

Dave takes over, "So, yeah, he's right and since he said it, it's kinda
obvious. And both of those will have us even more-separated than we already
are, definitely NOT a solution."

Jack again. "So the contractor comes with a very impressive tape measure
and a notepad and measures exactly where I thought he would. I sigh and
Dave, always the horndog, says, 'He's gone. You guys want to fuck around?'
Like, DUH!"

"So then I ask, 'Who wants to do what?' and Billy and Jack both turn red as
apples and kick the dirt around. 'Fine,' says I, 'Fuck that.' I hand
everyone a scrap of paper and pass the pen around. 'Write down what you
want, ya big wussies, and then nobody knows what who said. Then we can pick
as a group.' We all three wrote pretty quick and they handed em back to me.

"First one (which was mine, I could tell) said, 'Jack sucks Billy.' They
both looked at each other, eyes screaming guilt. I unfolded the next one
and blinked. 'Billy gets a BJ from Jack.' The guilty eyes all turned to
stare at me. I unfolded the last one and giggled, 'Jack should suck Billy.'
Yepper. Every one of us wrote the same damned thing."

"So I grabbed Billy and dragged him a few yards deeper into the trees and
had his shorts around his ankles before he could blink. I'd always wanted
to suck him, with that big ole dick. Then I saw him get hard that night and
it was all I could think about. I yank his shirt up and damned if the
fucker isn't completely rock-hard."

"Um, yeah! Even though I'd been stoned, I watched this big lug, the guy I
lusted after for fucking years, launch little Davey into orbit. And Jack is
on his knees, pushing me against a tree and starts licking me like a
fucking ice cream cone. I nearly shot! Then he actually goes down on me. My
first blow job!"

"Dudes, it's like watching a snake show on Animal Planet. Jack spent a
minute on the head and Billy throws his head back so hard you can hear the
THUMP and the tree shakes. Jack starts to take him in and he whines and
Billy moans and I'm wondering if the cops are gonna show up. Then he takes
another inch and another and Billy's moan goes higher and higher. By this
time, my shorts and undies are off but I'm just holding it, not stroking,
cuz I'm hypnotized. Then Jack. He kept going! Like a snake eating a rat!"

"Well, I'd wanted this for-, like, -ever. Dave was my first dick and, you
know. Like he said, he hadn't dropped or got his growth or anything. And
Billy went from runt to rangy all of a sudden and his fucking cock kept
pace! He was huge! And I just kept swallowing. I'd read porn, so I was
waiting for the choking gagging, puking thing. It. Never. Happened. In a
minute or so I could feel Billy's cockhead damned near at my Adam's Apple!"

"And th-th-th-th-then he started to swallow. Over and over and fucking
over, swallow, swallow, swallow and every goddamned time it was like angels
making love to the head of my cock, man! Suddenly, just when I'm, like,
right fucking THERE--"

"I shove my undies in his mouth. I could hear it coming. He was going to be
screaming like a fucking tornado siren, I knew it. What made it really
funny was he was so tall that I had to jump a little to get them in his
maw! And none too soon. Before he even tried to spit em out, his whole
goddamned *body* screamed. If it wasn't for those FTLs, they'd have been
calling Special Agent Gibbs!"

"And I felt it hit the back of my throat and almost died it felt so
good. Then I pulled back cuz I wanted to taste it. Dave's was kinda runny,
of course, but Billy's was thick and creamy and tasted like heaven and
there was a LOT, man. Like a ton. And I sucked it all down."

"I'd never come so hard in my life. I just slid down the tree and tried to
make the world stop spinning."

"So Jack was still whimpering and whining as Billy collapsed and I knew
he'd not gotten off yet. I pushed him over backwards, ripped open his
shorts and, well, decided to try for myself."

"I'm still lost in the taste of Billy when I find myself flat out on my
back and Little Dave is on me like the fucking Tasmanian Devil, rips open
my shorts and goes to town on my dick, sucking and slurping and licking and
sucking more. Well, I, um, you know, got a sorta, um, hair trigger. And I
was sooooooo fucking horny. And I shot about his third suck."

"I ripped the tighty-whiteys out of Billy mouth and shoved em in Jack's
just in time. The difference is that I wasn't ready to give up. I didn't
really know about the whole post-orgasm sensitive heebie-jeebie thing yet,
so when Jack started thrashing around after he came and made all those
noises into the undies, well, I thought he was liking it."

"And the fucker wouldn't stop! I was trying to pry, pull or shake him off
and he was attacked like a goddamned tick! I thought I was gonna die! Then,
it's like BAM and it goes from unbearably-too-much to
unbearably-gimme-more. And Dave is STILL going to town. Takes longer, maybe
a couple of minutes, by which time Billy's up and watching. He reached
between Dave's spread legs from behind and grabs his pricklet, which I
didn't know until later. What I knew was that my dick was now in a
licking-sucking-slurping, MOANING mouth and the vibration went straight to
my fucking nads, man. He started to hunch and I started to hunch and he's
screaming into my crotch and I'm screaming into his nasty undies.

"I just sat there, hand full of Dave's watery cum and fucking blown away by
all that just happened. I mean, I'd love to tell you that it was, like,
hours. But we'd probably been there about five minutes, tops! And there was
jizz everywhere. I mean, every- fucking -where. Apparently, I'd jacked out
a load watching the sex show, my second, and Dave's watery but pretty
damned impressive spooge and, you know, Dave's got a big mouth but his
*actual* mouth is pretty small and a lot of Jack's load was, well, all over
the place."

"So, I come back to Earth the most satisfied I'd ever been. I'd sucked off
a monster cock that I'd fantasized about forever and the spunk tasted
better than I ever dreamed and I'd gotten sucked *twice in a row* by the
cutest little fuck in the universe. I could happily have died
then. Instead, I set about cleaning us all off with Dave's FTLs which, face
it, were trashed anyway. We got ourselves put back together, smiled like we
were all three fucking stoned, chatted a bit and... went about doing a
Saturday thing.

"Sunday is a repeat -- 'cept we start with the sex stuff and talk after
coming down. Nothing to say, no solution and we're gathered back in the
treeline mid-afternoon staring at the house. Billy's downright morose and
I'm not much better when Jack suddenly looks all pensive. He says,
musingly, 'You guys's beds. They was bunk beds, right? When you were kids?'
They were and we nodded. 'I got an idea but I don't know how to sell it.' I
pipe up with, 'You get ideas, I sell ideas, Billy stands around looking
stoned. That's the Arnhart Brothers at their best.'"

"Fuck you, squeaky-toy."

"Cow with gas."

"Fuck both of you! So we head in, have our Sunday Dinner -- the ultimate
must-attend event every week, hell or high water -- and go to our rooms. I
actually have a lot of crap to do for homework and ignored everything
else."

"And, while Jack was ignoring everything else, I gave my first handjob to
Billy. I damned near smothered him with a pillow to quiet his
cum-noises. It was... cool in a way, to have that kind of... power over
Billy Beanstalk. And I learned a lot about how to jack myself off. But
anyway, that wasn't really much compared to what we'd done in the
treelines.

"Monday happens and we get home, Jack and Billy tired since they had
practice. They shower and I get down to dinner first. Dad is there with a
notepad and a broken expression. Jack and Billy finally make it down, but
Mom doesn't serve the casserole yet. He starts out, 'Kids, I'm sorry. Both
of us wanted to make this work. We wanted a room with a bed and a desk for
each of you and the cost is insane.' I break in, 'Um, Dad? We talked. We
knew it was gonna cost a fortune and we, well, we have an idea.' He looks
at me like I've lost my mind. I look to Jack who takes up the story."

"I explained. We make Billy and Dave's beds back into bunk beds. Move my
bed and dresser into their room. Mom and Dad buy a door and frame that we
can put in to the door-shaped gap into the hall where our bathroom and both
bedrooms are, sealing it off as one big suite, and Billy and I install it
for free. For what used to be my room, they buy three big desks with
monitors with new computers for all of us, including noise-cancelling
headphones. They also get up a big, I mean BIG, monitor for my gaming
console. One room becomes the Quiet Zone, the one with the beds, and the
other becomes the Study Room and also where we can play video games in
down-time."

Billy takes it up. "So, Dad is dumbfounded and sputters. 'Why would we want
to buy you computers and monitors? Do you know what that costs?' And Dave
reached over and captured the estimate that Dad had forgotten, then whipped
out a piece of paper. He says, 'A little more than a fifth of the remodel,
and we each have a desk and a computer and place to use as a gaming room.'
Dad is all, 'And why would Jack give up his privacy, huh?' and Dave, smooth
as butter, says, 'For a new computer and a gaming monitor and headphones?
Dad, it was Jack's *idea*.' Jack speaks up, 'And I'll have to room with
someone when I get to college in a few years. Why not learn how to do it
now?' Dad sputters more for a minute and Mom steps in.

"She's got her arms folded and her eyes narrowed, never a good sign. 'So, I
get two pigsties with all three of you slobs spreading your mess across a
SUITE of rooms? I don't think so, gentlemen.' I finally speak up and say
we've got that covered as well. We get a Roomba as part of the deal, so we
*have* to keep everything neat or the Roomba will eat anything we leave on
the floor and we'll have to untangle it. She doesn't want to but I can see
she's hiding a smile. 'Let me see that list, Davey.' She scans it and
checks the math and looks over at Dad."

Dave: "And that's when we knew it was over. Mom looked at us, smiled,
looked at Dad and said, 'Well, it is certainly more sensible that
rebuilding the house, John. And how many times have ALL THREE of our sons
gotten together to make a plan? Well, it's your decision, of course,
John. We can talk about it later.'"

"Like any family, 'We'll talk about it later' means 'you get laid again
when you do what I want,' so it was a pretty done deal. A week later, we
were sleeping in the same room. A few days after, Billy and I installed the
door, then put together the desks, then came computers which Dave here
spec'ed out, and a gaming monitor about the size of Iowa. Roomba was
tootling around every day we were at school, and it only took a couple of
times trying to unwind earbud cords or shoelaces from the little fucker
before the rooms were about as neat as you could make them. As luck would
have it, they went on a honeymoon trip the very next weekend--"

"And we fucked like bunnies. I gave my first blowjob to Billy then another
to Jack. Jack blew both of us until our balls stopped working. Billy was
the surprise; he was hard and ready two minutes after every damned cum, and
could wear out a vacuum cleaner. We didn't do anal for almost a year, but
we were all over each other from that day forward, nearly every day and
almost always we got off in the morning together."

"Um," I couldn't help but ask since I was railed to the point my eyes were
crossing, "Who slept where?'

Jack answered, quite steadily and seriously. "It turned out that it was
pretty rare for all of us to be insatiably-horny on the same night. My old
queen bed was the playpen and whoever wasn't in the mood got the lower bunk
bed. If someone was sick or something, he used the top bunk. Dudes, it
works great."

I looked at Ryan, whose eyes were shining with a newfound hope. The moment
was shattered by Jack. "Your turn, Culberhouse Boys. How did you get into
it?"

Ryan spoke without losing my gaze at first. "I had to have more." I
growled. "*WE* had to have more. We realized the list was, um, a risk."

"You think!" That was Billy., "How did you fix that?"

"I, uh, build a DB engine and had Taylor shred and flush the original. It's
on a massively-secure thumb drive that, um," Ryan blushed crimson, "Taylor
has." Everyone looked at me with either respect (Dave and Billy) or
consternation (Jack). "Yeah, you know, I really do trust him with it. But I
guess we're sorta past that anyway." He smirks at me, "We've already done
most of it!"

"He's right. But at church the next day, the priest gave a sermon about
explaining our Christian Joy which made both of us think how the hell we
were going to explain to folks, especially our school packs, why we were
now buds and even smiled at each other sometimes. That's when the CYO
scheme happened."

"So, I explain and Taylor adds details and suddenly we have a plan. Fake
flyer in the missalette, fake Gmail account and we stage an epic fight when
the rents come back."

"Why the fight? I don't get that?" Jack asks.

"Because we had to make it bad enough that the rents would pay real money
to solve it. So, Ryan and I act like we're ready to take each other apart
and the rents sit down to talk about what to do and -- Lo & Behold! --
there's a flyer for something that makes mortal enemies back into brothers!
And it's a Church thing, which was the ringer. Not an hour later, they
e-mail our fake Gmail account and we were off and running. Screaming
matches at home, scowls and insults at school, whole works. Wednesday, we
get home and the rents are sitting there, looking smug and loaded for
bear."

"Taylor is doing his best 'surly brute' impression and Dad informs us that
we'll be going to an overnight CYO retreat, together, that weekend. We
nearly had it scripted. We both went ape shit and let the rents verbally
beat us into submission. Saturday morning, we threw another fit as we got
into the car and then drove to Fish & Fiddle. Over on Lake Norfolk? So, we
get there and--"

"--And I'm tied to the fucking bed, gagged so my screams would be muffled,
all sweaty and skanky and being licked head to toe by the Tongue of God. He
found my nipples were insanely sensitive and went to town. A bit later we
both found out that my toes are like little cocks; it was like getting a
remote-controlled blowjob. That was fucking nothing compared to when he
started to rim me!" I noticed that Jack was having trouble again and I
reached over and pulled his cock through the fly of his boxer. He whimpered
as I started stroking him gently, never touching the head, and let Ryan
take over.

"I hadn't been sure I could do it, really, but once I started I couldn't
get enough. When I was done, I found his kryptonite, the spots on his body
that drove him literally out of his mind."

"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What are they?" A breathless Jack whimpered as I continued to
stroke his cock.

"No, Jack, he's not gonna tell you that," I leaned into his ear so he felt
my warm breath, "yet." Jack's breath stuttered again and I felt his cock
surge with dogwater that I use to rewet the shaft.

"And I edged him forever. Pulled his nuts down so he couldn't cum and
squeezed the base or tip when he was too close. I did it so well, in fact,
especially with the licking the head really fast round and round, that I
got an honest-to-God dry cum out of him."

"I've never screamed like that. Thank God for that gag! Then he really
started the real blow job. Finally, at the very end, he got my cockhead in
his throat and I fucking lost it. Couldn't think, couldn't breathe,
couldn't do anything but cum. Every muscle screaming through it. I, um,
well, I actually passed out."

"Scared the fuck outta me! He's like in full rigor, every muscle corded out
like a fitness freak, and BAM he's limp and I couldn't even tell if he was
breathing at first. I thought I'd fucking killed him! He finally came
around and asked if he could get me off and I have to explain that I'd cum
three times doing him!"

"Th-Th-Th-Th-Three?" Jack was about to lose it, no mistake.

"Yeah, Jack, he came three times." I put a purring growl in my voice and
leaned toward his ear. "And I'd cum soooo hard, Jack, that I bent the metal
bedframe that I was tied to. What do you think about that, Jack? That I
came so hard that I passed out, but was strong enough to bend the fucking
iron bed, Jack. Would you like that Jack. Would you like Ryan and... me," I
growled really deep on the word and started to include his dickhead in my
strokes for the first time, "tying you up and doing that to you for
hours... and hours... and hours...?"

His howl was pure Hollywood werewolf, a tormented soul in the throes of
agony, but bent on tearing the world apart nonetheless, just to stop the
aching need for blood. I heard another keening whine and a squeaking sound
behind me. I looked over the see Dave and Billy had jacked each other to
orgasm as well, Billy moaning so high and tight I thought he'd burst a lung
and Dave sounded precisely like Billy had described, someone riding the
rusty-springed elephant at the park. Jack had shoot quite literally across
the trailer to paint Ryan's leg. And Ryan sat completely mesmerized but the
show. I winked at him and smiled. 'Yeah', I thought, 'the
Culberhouse-Arnhart partnership is gonna be epic.'

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