Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2017 11:11:03 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Culberhouse Rules 5

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*****

We both, sensibly, had chosen not to wear shirts (butter doesn't stain bare
skin) and we got a long and wistful look from the resort-wife making her
daily rounds just as we finished. We did make quite the pair. No matter
what type of young jock you preferred, one of us would fit the bill. We had
started sharing sultry, lustful looks not long after we sat down and had
worked each other into a quiet frenzy by the time we smothered the coals
and cleaned up the dinner. Darkness was approaching, and I was already
running through numbers. The List was going to get a workout tonight!

*****

Culberhouse Rules 5: Snap Your Fingers if Your Believe

By Bear Pup

*****

We barely made it through the door before clothes were flying. Ya know,
it's kinda hard to make 'clothes fly' when all you're wearing are swing
trunks, but we did okay. I had one arm locked behind Ryan's head and the
other locked onto his balls and the base of his shaft, and his were both
gripping my ass-cheeks like the last life-preserver on the Titanic. My
tongue was far enough down his throat that I could feel his vocal cords
vibrate to create the low, guttural, desperate moan.

I was already thinking mostly in numbers. Five. Five was damned sure gonna
happen. And after this afternoon, seventeen was gonna make an appearance. I
was also gonna make a play for both fifteen and {whimper} twenty! I pulled
back, extracting six feet of tongue as Ryan moaned at the loss.

"God, Ryan, you are so going to--"

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

The sound nearly made us both shit! "Bathroom! Bathroom!" I hissed. I
snagged a pair of jeans and cursed loudly when I realized they were Ryan
and would never make it over my ass. I grabbed some shorts I knew were mine
and a shirt and threw them on. I can only imagine what it must have sounded
like form the front steps!

I wrenched the door open but had enough presence of mind not to yell. It
was the creepy, wrinkly old man from the store. "Oh, hi! Everything okay?"

He craned to try and see past me. For once, I was thankful of my imposing
bulk. "Well, I was gonna ask you and your, um, brother? the same question?
We got a report of a bear heard up round here. You ain't heard nothing,
have ya?"

"Bear? No, um, no. We went fishing down-slope at the inlet and hiked
straight up the hill and we didn't see anything other than a huge fu-- um,
huge 'darn' snake. Sure didn't hear anything else, other than a hound over,
oh, maybe north?"

"Hmm." He was completely unconvinced and I heard him sniffing and snuffing.

"Oh, sorry bout that." I faked a blush. "With just to two of us, you know,
we didn't shower so it's probably, well, sorry and all."

"Hmm." I'd really left him noplace to go, though. "Well, you stay in
tonight, hear? You get et and I'll lose bidness. Well, night to ya."

"Thank you, sir, and we'll stay inside all night I swear. No bears for us!"
Well, not for me, my inner raunch purred, but Ryan would damned sure get a
taste of his Brother Bear in the next few hours. I twitched aside the
ancient blinds on the cabin window and watched as the old man left, slowly
and reluctantly, and with plenty of backward glances. I turned and saw Ryan
peeking out of the bathroom.

"All clear. They had reports of hearing a bear up here. I think it was me
from what you did earlier! We're supposed to stay inside and not
get... eaten." I gave him the lustiest leer I could. "I agreed to the first
but damned sure not to the second!" Ryan growled agreement and booted up
the laptop. I didn't wait for the list to show up. "I want f-f-five,
seventeen and I want to do fifteen to get-t-t-t twenty."

Ryan's eyes flew. "You've got the numbers wrong. We can't do five. You
don't have a 'nasty, sweaty jock' for me to suck on." He whimpered, "Oh,
God, I want that. Um, fifteen and tw-- oh, fuck. Oh God, Taylor. Finger
fuck and g-g-g-give me an anal orgasm? Can you? You think? Are those things
real?"

"I sure as fuck hope so," I growled, "and we'll find out tonight."

"Seventeen. No. No Taylor. Tie me up, okay, I think, maybe. But 'anything
you want'? No. I'm not ready for... you know, f-fucking. And um, well,
and..." Ryan's voice trailed off as he stared at his hands.

"And you don't trust me yet, right?" He wouldn't look at me but just nodded
miserably. "Okay, we'll use safewords and stop signals. Will that help?" He
still wouldn't look at me, seeming to shrink a little. He just shrugged. I
leaned over him and kissed him upside down. "I'm never gonna hurt you, big
brother..." I let the leer back into my voice as I stared into his
upside-down eyes, "unless you ask really, really nicely."

That got a chuckle and a shy smile. "Promise?" His voice was five years
younger than his age, and his face showed just how scared and hopeful he
really was.

"Now and forever." He stared at the screen for a minute.

"Okay. Okay. But I get conditions. You stop if I say so and untie me. Uh,
if I say 'rummy' or I snap my fingers. No joke, Taylor. Really. And, um,
and you can't cum until I'm untied. And, and, and only when I blow you
after. If you hurt me, you don't cum for a month. A whole month! Swear."

"I swear on every Bible there ever was. But the no cumming thing may, um,
take some doing. I'm so close right now it might, um, well, you
know... happen by accident?" It was Ryan's turn to smile. He went to the
pocket of his pack and grabbed something.

"Oh, no it won't." I hissed through my teeth as he pulled down the shorts
I'd thrown on and petted my erection.

"R-R-Ryan! Ryan!" I then felt something go around my whole tacklebox
followed by a sharp yank. "FUCK!" Ryan stepped away and I looked down. My
cock was now getting redder and harder by the second, but at the base was a
kind of plastic tourniquet like they use to draw blood, sort of a bolo tie
of stretchy plastic.

"You're good for at least thirty minutes. Then you untie me and we take a
break, then another thirty." He turned and set the timer on the antique
stove. "But with that on, you ain't gonna cum too easy, little bro. Trust
me."

I growled and lunged for him, dragging him to the bed. I used the same
bandanas on him that he'd used on me. He repeated the 'rummy' and
finger-snap safecodes and made sure he could still snap when tied at the
wrist. I spoke up. "One other rule, brother. You can't use the safecode
just cuz you think you have to cum or die. That's not part of this. If I
hurt you or do something you can't handle, sure, but not just cuz you think
you need to nut, right?" He nodded spastically in agreement.

"But you still don't have a jock, Taylor!" I smiled and affectionately
smacked his cheek.

In the side-pocket of my own pack was my secret weapon. I had been pretty
certain that Ryan needed this weekend as much as I did, but I came prepared
if he chickened out. I pulled the ziplock out and held it up. Inside was a
very damp, grungy jock strap. I went over to his tried form, watching his
eyes get wide as they tracked the baggie. He 'oomphed' as I sat in his
hips, wedging his leaking cock in my sweaty ass.

I unzipped the baggie and set it just under his chin and the smell hit him
like a train. I leaned in and went from ear to ear every couple of words,
kissing him between them. "This jock... has been on me... every time I
ran... or lifted... or played... all week, big brother." He started to
whimper then. "And every time... I took a leak... I made sure there... was
a little left... to dribble in... to the pouch." He was chuffing now, like
a gorilla looking as a pile of bananas. "And Friday... just for you... I
edged myself... for an hour... wearing it... pouring dogwater... like a
faucet... the whole time... and then
came.... buckets... right... in... the... pouch."

A tiny whimper of "oh, god" escaped just before I wadded it up and shoved
it into his wide, gaping, desperate maw. He whined high and long as he
started to chew the funk out of the nasty jock. He was so turned on he
started to hunch up, trying to fuck himself against my crack and taint.

"No, no, no, big brother." I smiled and slid off him, making sure to give
every bit of his body a long, sweaty stroke with my own. He moaned
piteously around the jock that he continued to chew like a cow with a cud.

I fumbled in my pack for the lube I'd bought special. It took forever to
find it because I couldn't make my eyes leave the sight of my lithe and
sexy brother tied to the bed, chewing and moaning around my nasty jock
strap. I could hear him slurping in the juice; he wet it then drained it
over and over. I looked down at the angry red pole that was my tied cock
and made my own whimper-cry of frustration.

Ryan got still and quiet instantly as I approach the bed. His eyes were
huge and he, perhaps unconsciously, pulled his legs up and to the side. I
growled as I saw the first flash of his wrinkled pucker. It was like I was
in a trance myself. My vision narrowed to a tight cone and all I saw was
that taint and ass spread before me.

I moved sluggishly, a slow-motion Taylor, as my tongue dragged the rest of
my body forward. Miles above me, I heard a muffled scream erupt through a
sweaty jock-gag as my tongue made contact with the seam of flesh. I felt it
wriggle like a worm on a hook as I started to lick and nibble. That became
a challenge as Ryan's body began to bounce like a kid on the rocket machine
in front of the grocery store. The scream way off above me had changed to a
whine that was shockingly-appropriate for the 'rocket ride' analogy.

Then time froze... or at least Ryan and his voice did. A particularly
vigorous rocket-ride bucked up as I licked down and my tongue slashed
across his pucker. Swar-ta-gahd, he froze with his ass about six inches off
the bed, levitating there as I let my tongue explore that amazing, nasty,
wondrous little fold of skin.

Porn aside, I expected it to be so utterly disgusting that I'd puke. And,
truth be told, it was pretty fucking skanky down there. But the shivers and
squeaks? The desperate, muffled, asylum-worthy moan? I really did nearly
cum from what my tongue was doing to my brother's body, mind and soul. His
ass finally dropped back to the bed and I went insane on the whole crack,
diving in with a nasty, stinky, obsessive zeal I didn't honestly knew I had
in me.

I finally pulled back, recalling the actual mission here. I looked up and
saw that Ryan's eyes were rolled back and every muscle in his sculpted
upper body was as tense as a guy in an electric chair. The cessation of
sensation, though, brought a hint of sanity back and his eyes unrolled and
looked down at me with a lust and need I had never even imagined. He
watched, chuffing and sucking on the jock, as I generously lubed my left
hand.

He chewed frantically as he watched my hand move down, down, out of his
sight, and he threw his head back so hard when my hand contact that the
headboard rang like a bell. I let my forefinger swirl round and round the
rosebud, relishing the way it made his voice follow suit, cycling up and
down from a moan to a keening whine over and over.

He begged with his eyes and I decided it was finally time. Time to let my
finger go where I knew for a fucking fact my dick would follow one day. I
slipped in just one knuckle of my forefinger and Ryan bucked in
ecstasy. Bad plan as it turned out. Bucking upwards, at least according to
physics class, inevitably mean dropping back down, and hard. Instead of
gradually opening and stretching that tiny little sphincter, he landed in a
way that forced my finger up his asshole all the way to my palm.

He breath left him in a rush, hard enough to literally blow the jock-gag
loose. I scrambled with my other hand to get in in place for the
inhalation, which, as expected, was followed by a (thankfully) muffled
howl. I could feel his ass spasming around my finger, trying desperately to
expel the invader and yet also caressing and welcoming the new and powerful
sensation. I was worried I'd really hurt my brother until I caught movement
in the corner of my eye.

I refocused and saw his red, swollen prick twitching, pushing bead after
bead after bead of slime out to drip down his cock. I smiled and started to
work the finger around and around, loosening the muscles. Ryan moaned and
squirmed in a mix of discomfort and gnawing need. I squirted another
generous dollop of lube into my palm and let the very tip of my middle
finger push into the hole.

Ryan's breath went shallow and short. I knew for years of personal
experience that it meant his body was trying to decide whether some insult
was worth bothering with or just to metaphorically 'rub some dirt on it
dude and walk it off'. A groan started in his belly and worked its way up,
giving me the answer I expected.

I slowly worked at the ring of flesh, widening it to accept the larger
middle finger alongside the first one. When I felt him start to hunch
against me, I knew I'd won. I set to exploring the hidden cavern my
spelunking fingers had penetrated. He moaned and chuffed as my fingers
teased nerves no one had ever found before and that Ryan hadn't really
known he had.

There was a sharp catch in his breath at one point and I moved back to find
out why. A strangled squeak told me what I needed to know. My mining had
found the motherload. With a new diligence, I worked that nubbin of flesh
that had to be his prostate. Ryan jumped and purred and groaned and howled
as the sensations built and shifted.

I decided to try giving his ass a preview of what it would eventually get,
and began to fuck him, in and out slowly and inexorably, punching that spot
then scraping across his love nut with every stroke. I kept this up for
some minutes, varying the speed and pace, closely watching which angles and
rhythms made his dick spurt more slime. The pitch of his moans and whine
grew steadily higher and I kept up the assault.

The room suddenly erupted in a clicking sound. I looked up to see Ryan's
eyes wide and both hands snapping his fingers. I very gently eased out,
worried that I'd hurt him deep inside where I could feel but not see to
guide my hands. I worriedly pulled the jock out of my brother's mouth.

He worked his mouth and jaw for a minute and
coughed. "T-Tay-Taylor. Taylor. It's not working. Dude, it's not. It's a
myth. You gotta get me off the n-n-n-normal way. No! No! It's a myth! It's
Myrrrrghfckfckfckfck."

"That's cheating, big brother. I've got a whole *hour* to prove whether
it's a myth." I eased my fingers very, very slowly back in as Ryan's head
snapped back and forth, half in negation and half in ecstasy. He was
crying, pouring tears at the same rate his prick was pouring dogwater. I
found that spot again and returned to the speed, power and rhythm that had
gotten the greatest, most-intense response.

Ryan bucked and wriggled, at war with his own body. His brain told his ass
to escape while every fiber of his being demanded it to pull more
sensation, not less. Ryan's pathetic attempt to end the session had
actually come only a few minutes from the proof of the anal orgasm
experiment.

Ryan's breath got shorter and shorter and I ignored the frantic clicking
and muffled pleas for mercy and release, redoubling my efforts. Ryan
suddenly froze again, every muscle tight and vibrating like violin strings
before he let out a sound like I've never heard, something straight from a
movie featuring dragons and aliens fighting over some chthonic magical
stone that throbbed in the base register below their high-pitched roars of
battle.

I felt his launch button swell beat after beat, bigger and bigger and kept
my fingers on it, massaging instead of battering, swirling round and round
and round. With a massive clench of the prostate, ass lips trying to snap
my fingers in half, Ryan blew.

This was very much different than his precious ejaculations. These were not
short blasts, but prolonged, intense eruptions spaced well apart. I felt
the prostate refill and swell, then clamp down to push another volcanic
torrent through his throbbing cock and onto his face and chest. Each gush
was easily twice the length and volume of shots from his previous, penile
orgasms. He got to the sixth such epic eruption when I suddenly knew -- I
have no idea how -- that I needed to pull my fingers back as they were
beginning to hurt him.

There were three more torrents before Ryan sagged back, utterly
insensate. I untied him and pulled the jock-gag out. He had literally
*bitten through* some of the pouch during that epic orgasm. I just stared
in wonder at it as I rubbed life back into his wrists. He finally came
around, moaning and quaking in aftershocks.

"Taylor {pant} either {pant} never ever {pant} do that {pant} again or do
it every {pant} fucking day, you fucking {pant} evil goddamned bastard."

I smiled then threw myself back on the bed below where his bent legs
rested. "Ryan, if you don't do something about my cock, I'm gonna. You have
no fucking idea how hot that was from my end! Help me out bro, you GOTTA!"

He dove down and swallowed me whole. I could feel the scream building and
grabbed one of the bandanas to gag myself. FUCK! I'd grabbed my own raunchy
jock instead! Before I could spit it out, I sucked in one long, desperate
breath and the nasty fuck-musk hit me like a sledgehammer. Ryan had me in
his throat by then, swallowing convulsively around my massively engorged
manhood.

Cock ring or no, nothing could stop what came next -- me. Apparently, porn
was again correct. A cock ring both delayed and intensified orgasm. My
massively-overfull prick blasted and I felt every fucking individual
spermatozoon as it climbed my shaft and left my piss-slit. I wept and
screamed through the jock dripping my own slime and Ryan's spit as my
brother drank me dry, milking me until I had to fling him away from my
crazed cockhead.

I laid back, sobbing with release and felt my brother's soft hands release
the tourniquet that had turned my orgasm into some sort of existential
experience. As he did, the timer dinged. All that in thirty minutes? Fuck,
this was going to be a long, long night! I had just caught my breath when a
shotgun blast rang out. We both leapt like we were the ones shot and
scrambled for clothes. We could hear something massive moving on the porch
and the whole cabin shook as it lurched against the door with a loud CHUFF
noise, then fled to the side. Another blast followed it. We stared at each
other with wide, terrified eyes. Apparently, I hadn't been the 'bear'
people had heard earlier!

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