Date: Mon, 02 Feb 2009 21:10:52 -0500
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: Finally, chapter 20

Finally.
Chapter 20.

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"Smack!" The sweet sound of my 17 year old bony fist hitting 16 year old
unshaven jaw.

"Fuck'en hell!" Another groan from the high school bully standing before
me. From my second sharp punch to his gut. "Shit!"

"Leave him the fuck alone, understand, asshole?" I snapped. My blue eyes
blazing in rage at this jerk.

"Queer!"  The high school thug snarled, at me or my little brother or at
both of us. I didn't know and didn't give a fuck. "Cock suckers!"

He hit the damp Florida dirt as I body-slammed him full force. Flat on his
back, me on top. One arm pinning his own down, both my knees painfully
pressed into his upper thighs. My fist closed the short gap between my
angry self and his suddenly scared face in a flash. It slammed unshaven,
pale white skin, making him moan.

"You ever do or say or touch my little bro again and..." My fist, cocked
back for a third strike, made my point. "Understand, punk?"

"Yes." He hissed his reply.

"Yes, what?" I snapped back, still so pissed that I wanted to slam his
sorry ass again.

"Yes, I`ll leave him the fuck alone!" His dark green eyes starred into my
still blazing blue ones. "Ok?"

"That's better, punk-ass."

I starred back at him. Still angry. Still pissed off he had taken a punch
at my little bro. I looked into those dark green eyes and saw...what?
Confusion. Anger. Hatred. Terror, too.

I stayed right where I was, straddling his waist, my tall, lean body posed
over him, my strong legs holding him down. Taking a long second look at
him. Cute, in a rough redneck punk sort of way. Sweet but real short red
hair, even some on his now very black and blue bruised chin. Lean as I
was. Not a jock. Nor a geek. Just a 16 year old straight punk. With a
fucking hard-on now pressing against my ass! What the fuck?

Relaxed my hold on him, still wary of what he could or would do, but
trusting he would obey. Not that I would turn my back on the
fucker. Judging from what I felt through the thin, tight cotton of my worn
jeans, as I still sat on him, I think he either would kick my ass (or try
anyway) if he still got the chance or maybe just ride it?

"Understood?" My last question. "Randy Price, ain't it?"

"Yes, understood. And yes, that's me."

He looked even more scared, now that he knew I knew who he was, what would
stop me from telling my hot spic daddy, my little brother Ash's new and
very improved adopted dad?  Or my own dad, for that matter. Ash's `other'
dad, Scott.

Our hot Hispanic dad, Rico, who I loved as much as my own real dad, that
big muscular hunk who just happens to be a damn police deputy? Who would
more than just beat Randy's redneck body to a bloody mess, he'd lock him up
and throw away the keys.

I stood up. Glared down at him. Looked over at my sweet little 15 year old
younger adopted brother to make sure he was ok. Thought about spiting in
the punk's dirty, now even bloody, face. A hot trickle of blood running
from that last slam to his chin.

Caught his, well, ok, sort of sexy, dark green eyes and made sure they
watched as my own now softer but still sharp blue ones gave him the
once-over. Stopping for a long look at that still hard redneck dick,
outlined for all to see, that is if anyone but me and him and Ash were
around (the fucker didn't even have the guts to fight my little bro in
public!), against the tight fabric of his ragged old jeans. Which made him
just look even more terrified and confused.

Hell, I could see the wet spot at the tip of his trapped hard teen
dick. Wet from his pre cum. Or maybe even a full load? Did fighting me get
him that turned on? I looked over his dirty and sweaty body one last
time. Noticed the stained white tee-shirt, the worn old jeans, the
about-to-fall-apart sneakers. Realized he was just a poverty stricken punk
kid. Who may or may not be gay but sure looked like he was at least
questioning.

Why can't things be simple?  As much as I would have just liked to spit in
his face and left, seeing him there, scared, confused, angry at the world
and I could guess at himself, I couldn't. Damn me and my considerate soul.

"Here, get up." I held my hand out to him, wondering for a moment if he
would even accept this offer of help from me. "Dude, get up, it's going to
start storming any minute."

His warm, pale, strong hand reached for mine. I pulled him up. Not gently,
but not as rough as the back of my still furious head wanted too. Standing
before me, several inches shorter (Finally, those damn genes kicked in and
now I'm almost taller than my 5 ft 11 ½ inch tall dad! Took fraking long
enough.) than me. Smiled at him for a second at the dirty thought of him
naked between me and my Danny and us having fun.

Saw him smile back, sort of, anyway. More a confused `what the fuck?'
moment for him I think. Anyway, pulled my now dirty and sweaty white `wife
beater' tank top off over my long blond hair, used it to wipe the dirt off
of my face, then used it to--very gently--clean the blood off of his
chin. Would have probably liked to have licked it off, but hey, he's
freaked out enough already.

Saw his sexy--yes, they are!--dark green eyes give my upper body the
once-over. My still very lean, smooth as silk, hairless, tanned, strong
chest, flat stomach, decent arms. Then saw him stare at those damn
scars--leftovers from the wonderful `adventure' I had in Tampa a year or so
ago. Wondered what he would think when he saw my back?

Those green eyes looked back into mine. Saw his questions, his fear, his
pain, his understanding. Could have kissed him right then. Ok, so he might
be ok. If he treated my little brother better, that is.

"Ash, you ok, bro?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. Fucker caught me by surprise, that's all, big bro."  Those
two words, `big bro', made my heart just melt. "You ok, Christian?"

"Me?" I laughed. "Had way worse done to me, bro, you know that."

To prove my point--to both of them--I turned my back. To hear Ash's sigh at
the sight of my still scarred flesh. And Randy's gasp. In a tee-shirt, my
arms and back covered in soft cotton, I'm a handsome, sexy stud. If I do
say so myself--my guy and my little bro and lots of hot teens--and
men--sure think so, too.

Shirtless, I look like a vet just back from Iraq.  The damage to my back is
permanent and complete. The marks on my arm, lets just say in a month or
so, they will finally be , if not gone, at least less noticeable. Thanks to
the Lords of Kobol--and a very good tattoo artist named Pitch.

"Ash, I'm sorry, I just don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore." Randy
told my bro. "I promise, I'll never do it again. And I'll kick anyone's ass
if I see them bother you, either of you!"

"We can take care of ourselves." Ash's cold response.

"You will be nice to him, bro. He said he is sorry. That's good enough. Now
you both shake hands."  Big brother does not take shit from anyone, even
his little and much loved adopted baby bro. "Ash."

My defense of Randy surprised Ash. Kicked him into looking at Randy as less
of a threat and more like a person. My little bro is smart enough to not
get on the wrong side of anyone, he's been through so much fucking abuse
himself, he knows when to be nice and when it's time to kick ass. Or call
the cops--meaning our dad's! Plus he also got a good look at the now dirty,
sweaty, still a little bloody, handsome 16 year old redheaded redneck, a
look that said `tasty!'

Before more could be said--or thought about, let alone done--thunder
crashed overhead. Rain started coming down. The three of us ran to the
beat-up old pick up truck and got into the front seat. Not before we were
soaked, of course.

I'd parked here and had come looking for my little bro when I saw the line
of thunderstorms on the 'net. This was his favorite local park, just a
quiet place in the tropical woods for him to relax and get away from
stuff. So much more peaceful that his existence over on the east coast of
Florida had been.

We all laughed at each other. I was soaked but at least with my shirt off,
it didn't matter much. Ash had got his new--ok, so everything he wears is
new--favorite printed tee soaked. And Randy was just as wet, and, well,
that tight, white, wet tee-shirt made him look even more sexy to my always
horny mind.

Good thing we had my guy's beat up old pickup truck. He had my brand new
2009 Ford (buy American!!) Escape Hybrid (go green!) small SUV.  He usually
took it to Tampa for the part time college classes he was taking in auto
mechanics. He'll be going full time next year here at the local community
college, as I am going too. Though he will be learning how to fix cars
while I take the classes I needed in criminal justice and law
enforcement--before I go to the Police Academy in two years.  Yep, this
cocksucker is going to be a cop. And he will look fraking hot in his police
uniform.

Once he is experienced enough, Danny is going to open his own motorcycle
repair and sales shop. I plan to spend some of my trust money to help him,
too. Not that he will take it, but if I buy him a building or something, he
can rent it from me--and pay me in spunk.

When we got to Randy's house, a sort of run down place, he and I got out of
the pickup truck. Ash stayed inside, as it was raining slightly again--with
the promise of more to come.

"Thanks for the ride...and everything, Chris."

"Anytime, Randy, anytime.  You know where to find me." I smiled at
him. "Dude, if you ever need to talk--about anything--I'm here for you."

Those dark green eyes looked at me. So many questions, so little time. So
damn sexy, too. As was he. Then a shadow of a smile brushed his warm pink
lips.

"Friends?" I said.

"Friends."

We `bumped knuckles' as the jocks would do--more manly than a handshake or
a hug. I noticed he looked back at me as I got into the truck and we drove
off, a look of--something, hope, maybe?--in those sexy eyes.


"Ash, what happened?"

"He punched me."

"And?"

He looked at me with his sweet face. My heart melted. I looked back. Before
I had even got into the truck, he had pealed out of his rain soaked
tee-shirt and even his sneakers, and was just sitting on the bench seat of
the old pickup truck in his tight shorts. From his look I knew he had been
up to something.

"Ash?" More of a growl this time. Don't piss off the big bro. "Spill it."

"Chris, he's cute. And a loner. I don't think he has any friends in
school." My oh so popular little bro told me. "So I thought maybe?"

"What did you do?"

"He was just hanging--alone as always--in the park. So I said hi. That's
all."

"Yeah, sure you did, bro. What else? Did you just come out and ask him if
he wanted a bj?"

"No. I ain't that dumb, bro. but I followed him into the park rest room
and, well, peaked."

"And he got pissed, followed you out, and hit you. Bro, you have got to be
more careful! Do you want to end up like me?"

"Hey, I can handle myself. Both in a fight and with a guy." He snapped
back. "Being doing it all my life, all by myself."

Both pissed at each other we rode in silence. Ok, I was pissed at myself
more. That "all by myself" statement hurts like shit. Yes, I know his
past. We all do. From that night last fall when he showed up on our
doorstep, soaked from the cold rain, exhausted, scared, hungry, hurt.

Me and Danny and our two dads had met him on our trip last summer over to
the east coast of sunny Florida. Yes, we had had a lot of fun together. Me
and Danny and even dad and Rico had played with the hot then 14 year old
teen boy. We knew he had a rough life. But not how bad it really was.

Ash lived with his 'uncle', actually the last boyfriend of his mother
before she had died of a drug overdose when he was 10. The state let him
stay in the 'uncle's' care. Easier for them, extra cash for the uncle. He
just had to make sure Ash made it to school and stuff like that.

But the 'uncle' had a drug habit. And a taste for cute under aged boys. He
wasn't Ash's 1st by any means, his mom's other boyfriends had enjoyed him
almost as much as they did her. Like me he had started out very young, 5 or
6 or so. Unlike me, it wasn't violent. Or unwanted--he loves being at the
center of attention. Especially of a horny group of guys. The men she let
play with him never hurt him. No hitting, no beating, no ripping his virgin
ass apart.

So my little bro grew up sucking dick, eating cum, and eventually, taking
them deep up his boy hole. And yes, he loved it. Still does, the horny
fucker. Just like his big bro or his adopted dad for that matter.

So the `uncle' enjoyed his tender young body. But the drugs took over his
life. Soon he needed cash. And what was easier than renting out a cute boy
like Ash? He was a `rent boy' by age 12, making good money, which the
`uncle' smoked and snorted and shot up.

By the time we met him, he was 14, still a rent boy, also working at a
restaurant cleaning tables, and keeping his boss, the other male employees,
and many customers, very happy. Which was ok with him. What horny 14 year
old cocksucker wouldn't want an endless stream of hot men drooling over
him? And he made a lot of cash from them, too!

Then in November, it all fell apart. The dying state economy shut down the
restaurant.  The state cut back the cash it was paying his 'uncle', who
also couldn't even find a job doing construction like he had been doing for
the last few years. And that big, burly construction worker had sunk deeper
into the drugs--and debt. After a few wild drug-fueled beatings, Ash had
had more than enough. Then he overheard his `uncle' talking to some guys
about selling HIM off for pile of cash.

Ash bolted. Took the money he had hid, including all that dad and Rico had
given him, bought a bus ticket and ran--here. Since school had started, him
and me and Danny had been emailing back and forth and he knew where we
lived. And if his damn local library hadn't been closed, he could have gone
there and emailed us for help.

But he was scared and ran. Got as far as Clearwater. The end of the
Greyhound bus line. Then he got lost trying to figure out the county bus
system and spent a couple of days and cold, rainy nights on the
streets. Almost out of money, hungry, frightened. He got chased by some
thugs or street punks and they beat him up and took what was left of his
cash.

When he finally collapsed on our front door, he was more out of it than
anything. Cold, soaked, starving, exhausted. And scared out of his then 14
year old mind. Plus he was sick as shit. The flu, or worse. We had to take
him to the E.R.--the same one I visited long ago when dad broke my
thumb--and he stayed a few nights in the hospital.

By the time he got out, Rico had taken temporary custody of him--he is a
licensed foster dad after all--and with dad having more than he can handle
dealing with ME, Rico managed to adopt Ash right after he turned 15 in
December.

Now it's the spring rainy season, as another thunderstorm reminded me as I
pulled into our driveway. And into the garage. Hey, it's my house after
all, hell, I paid for it!

After all that shit happened to me and everything was out about my ex-step
dad and his family and their abuse, their family paid us--me--a nice fat
chunk of change to keep my mouth shut about it. Not that that would keep
those sick bastards out of jail or anything, but to `protect' the family
name if I ever decided to let the details out. (Of course, I can't write
about them by name. But I can sure as shit write gay incest porn fiction
and drop a few hints now and then. That's why I can get away with writing
about it now, though I left out more details than I want to even think
about.)

Anyhow, that money came in handy. At first, I wanted nothing to do with
it. I still have the trust fund from dad's mom and dad so I'm more or less
set for life. But I had to do something with it, and mom and dad gave me
permission to do anything I wanted, within reason, anyway.

So some went to a local charity for `at risk' kids. Some went to a national
childhood abuse prevention program. More went to the local animal
shelter. But most of it went to pay off dad's new house that he just
bought. Along with mom and her new husband Jay's home up in New
Hampshire. Some I put away for Danny to go to school with and to buy him
this pickup truck. The only thing I bought for myself was my own Ford SUV.

But I had more than enough left to take Ash on the shopping adventure of
his young life for his first Christmas with us. Clothes, clothes, and more
new clothes. A laptop. A I-pod. A cell phone and a digital camera. A flat
screen TV for his bedroom. Hey, he's my little bro and I love him, and if
anyone deserves to be spoiled at least once in his life, it's him! (And
yes, I stashed enough away to pay for his college education too. My little
bro is smarter than even me, I think?)

As the garage door closed behind us, I looked over at my still soaked cute
little bro. Ok, so I can't stay mad at him. Who could, he's too cute! And
fraking hot. Especially sitting there in just those tight wet designer gym
shorts. With his sweet dick nicely outlined in the tight soft cloth.

"Chris, I'm so sorry. I don't want to fight with you." He quietly told
me. "Don't be mad at me, ok?"

"You little fucker." I smiled at him. "Come here and give your big brother
a hug."

He slid his hot butt over the worn vinyl seat to me and did just that. The
warmth of his body close to mine. Our still damp flesh gently pressed
together. Our lips soon followed--and not in any brotherly kiss.

I pulled him tight to me as my tongue pushed into his hot young mouth. He
climbed into my lap--he's still way smaller than me--and wrapped his strong
arms around my neck. We kissed for minutes as the rain crashed down on the
roof of the garage.

He slid his shorts off as I lay him on his back on the cool vinyl seat of
my boyfriend's pickup truck. I kissed him again. Then again. Then moved my
lips down his tender, sweet young body.

I sucked his bright pink nipples till he moaned, then bit gently, making
him squirm under me. The I ran my hot mouth down his flat, smooth stomach,
not rock-hard like my own guy's is now, but soft and tender and just so
wonderful to taste and touch. My lips found his hot, hard, dripping dick. I
sucked him down to his hairless balls, my nose smelling the wonderful scent
of his hot body. His few black curly crotch hairs tickling my skin.

He shivered under my oral assault. Then bucked and moaned as I shoved two
horny fingers up his hot young butt hole. I found that spot inside him,
that special spot only brothers know about each other, and rubbed his
insides until he shook. Ash's hands gripped my long blond hair as my mouth
and my fingers brought him to a super hot and wet orgasm. Hot teen boy cum
shot down my sucking throat.

I laid my head on his heaving chest, listening to the heart beat of my
beloved little brother. It slowed as he caught his breath. Then I looked up
into his smiling eyes, happy that I had made him feel so wonderful.

"Chris, I love you, bro." He panted. "Forever!"

"Forever!" I agreed. "Love you too, Ash."

"Wanna fuck?"

Yes, he is one hot and horny little dude. And my dick wanted to be deep
inside that hot young body, feeding my own juice into my baby brother's ass
(not that I ever dared called him that, except in my head).

"Me in you or you in me?" I asked, both to be polite and because his dick
was still rock hard.

"You in me, bro. Here. Now."

"Spread `em, little brother, and hang on tight."

My shorts were already off--how did that happen?--and my own now almost 9
inches of hard dick was ready, wet and waiting. Almost as big as dad. Still
got a year or two to grow, too!

It didn't wait for long. I lifted his legs, spit on his ass, spread him
wide, rubbed the sticky head of my leaking prick over his hot and willing
boy hole, and pushed.

Deep, hard, fast. Just how we both like it.  A loud "Oh, fuck, you're so
damn big, bro!" from him. "Damn sweet ass!" Escaped from my lips before my
mouth found his and I drove my tongue down his throat almost as far as I
was pumping my cock up his butt.

Five or ten minutes of hot, sweaty, truck shaking fucking and I was coating
the inside of his hot 15 year old boy body with my seed. His big brother's
seed. Cum was dripping out of his tight butt, and off my own muscular chest
and flat, smooth stomach--his spunk, shot out as I fucked the sperm right
out of him.

One of our better one on one play sessions, I had to admit as I was
cleaning up in the shower a few minutes later. Ash, as always, had headed
straight to the fridge and was downing junk food like most 15 year old kids
do after they have a good work out--though not usually on their backs on
the sticky vinyl bench seat of their older brother's boyfriend's beat up
pickup truck.

By the time I washed our fun off of myself, as well as the crud of a day
slaving away in high school in the hot and humid air of a Florida spring,
he was out of the kitchen and in my--ok mine and my Danny's--bedroom.

I walked in, towel around my naked shoulders, the rest of me just as naked
and still damp from the cool shower, and smiled. At them. My guy and my
little brother. Danny home from his classes in Tampa. Both on my bed. Both
as naked as I was.

Danny on his back, Ash was sitting on his face. I'm sure my guy's hot
tongue was hunting for spunk deep inside my little brothers tight hole. My
baby brother was bent forward, licking the head of Dan's also not quite 9
inches, just a little shorter than me but also thick enough to know the
difference if you were playing with us both in the dark or something, hot
cock.

I smiled at the two guys I love more than anything, except for my dad and
my papi. Observed the differences in their two equally sexy bodies. My Dan,
now 6 ft tall, still skinny though with way better muscle definition than
me, his short almost buzzed cut dirty black hair, his sexy mustache and
goatee. His tanned skin, with that sexy new tribal-style tattoo that just
about totally covered his right hand, arm and shoulder, even going up onto
the side of his neck and spilling over onto his strong back and muscular
chest.

His 18th birthday present from me, a masterpiece of inked art. A design
that had even impressed the very experienced tattoo artist--the hot stud
named Pitch--when he first saw it. Designed by my very talented little
brother--his birthday gift to Dan.

The rest of his tanned body, shaved smooth as silk, except for under his
arms (he shaves off his pit hair and I'll kick his ass and he knows it!)
and that small patch of fuzz right above his hot cock. Even his butt and
balls shaved smooth. I haven't asked and ain't going too about just who is
doing all that shaving, either. I trust my guy.

Plus I have a pretty good idea it's that dude Pitch, the tattoo
artist. They have been spending a lot of time together, they are both
bikers, and both old enough to hit the bars (18 in Florida but he still
can't drink alcohol, not that he ever does) and have some fun. And I'm sure
as shit they are screwing around, hell, I've been between the two of them
more than once. Funny, though, my Dan refuses to let Pitch touch or even
know that Ash is as horny a fucker as his big brothers are? I wonder why
but trust my guy's judgment.

Compared him to my baby brother. Ash's short, just barely 5 ft 5 inch tall
15 year old slender and pale body that was posed on top of my boyfriend's
own sexy body. His longer jet black hair, almost as long as mine. Those
incredibly tasty, hot, pink and pointy nipples that I just love to
suck. His smooth, pale, hairless except for that patch of crotch fuzz,
body. His respectable 6 plus inches of hot dick resting on my Dan's chin.

As Ash bent forward and swallowed Dan's long dick to the root, my own cock
reminded me that it want in on the fun. My wet towel hit the floor as I
climbed on the bed. My tongue joined my man's and we ate my little bro's
tasty butt until it was sucked clean. Then I pushed Ash off of Dan so I
could kiss my guy.

Ash happily climbed between Dan's legs and kept sucking on that big now 19
year old cock. He sucked, I kissed. He rubbed Dan's balls, I pinched his
own more brownish colored but also just as tasty nips. Pinched them hard,
just as my guy likes it. Rough, hard, hot, sweaty sex. The rougher the
better. The nastier the more fun. We kept it up until Dan started
shaking. I moved my lips to his tattooed shoulder and bit, hard. Hard
enough to almost draw blood.

Dan jumped, cursed, moaned, shook, and fed my little brother another tasty
afternoon snack. I headed down to join my little bro and together our
tongues licked every drop of my guy's spunk up. Kissing each other and
sharing all the time. Waiting for Dan to catch his breath.

But Ash didn't want to wait, and neither did Dan's cock. It was still hard
and my bro was still horny. As I gently kissed my still panting guy's lips,
I watched in delight as my hot 15 year old little bro mounted my 19 year
old boyfriends big dick like the pro he is. Ash sat on that big dick,
facing forward, until his own smooth, hairless young balls were in Dan's
dark, curly black crotch hair. He just closed his eyes and smiled.

Dan pulled me close and kissed me hard as Ash started to ride up and down
on that thick, almost 9 inch long hot cock. The faster he rode that fiery
prick, the more passionately my guy kissed me. That was sweet, but my own
randy 17 year old cock was demanding some action of its own.

Very reluctantly leaving my guy's soft lips behind, I got off the bed and
watched Ash ride dick. But not for long. I reached for my man, grabbed him
under his sweaty, still furry, armpits and pulled him, and Ash too, to the
edge of the bed. Then over it, so that Dan's head was hanging back, his
neck supported by the edge of the bed, his throat wide open for what I
wanted--a good hard mouth fuck.

Poor Dan barely had time to take a deep breath before my own just about 9
inches of hot teen prick rammed past his lips, shoved past his tongue, and
slammed down his throat. When I say mouth fuck, I mean a hot, nasty, dick
shoved as deep as I could down his hot, sucking throat as hard and as far
as I could ram it, suck.

Not that my guy couldn't take it. Hell, he taught me this position! And I
could just tell that he was fucking loving every minute and every inch of
it. He had grabbed my little bro by the hips and was now ram-fucking his
tight young hole as hard as he could--in that position anyway. (I've been
on the receiving end of my guy when he goes wild and fucks without pause,
without mercy, without caring about anything except his dick and the hole
he's going to plant his seed in, and it is painful. And once even
bloody. But damn, I love it when he gets that way with me!).

Sweat coated my guy's tanned, smooth shaved body. His nipples were ripe
with lust. My little brother was moaning in ecstasy, his own sweat dripping
down his forehead. His eyes closed as his butt was rode like no other man
ever has. I'm a great fuck, top or bottom, and I can sure as shit be rough,
but he's still my little bro and I just can't go that far with him, even
though I have seen how much he loves it. And dad and Rico just can't
either. But my Dan can!

I startled Ash by pulling him to me, my mouth wanting his. Our lips met
over Dan's thrusting body. My dick pushed deeper into his throat. Dan
ground his dick deep in my bro. I rammed hard down my guy's sucking,
hurting throat.  My fingers found one of Ash's hot nips and pinched, hard,
a lot harder than I usually ever do. His whole young body just jumped.

Ash's hot dick exploded, again coating me with his spunk, along with Dan as
he lay under us. His tight ass got even tighter as it squeezed down on the
horny invader ramming it deep. Dan bucked, ramming even deeper, driving his
own exploding dick and shooting spunk as far into my little brother's hot,
tender teen body as he could. At the same time, he was trying to choke down
the flood of my own cum as I dumped my load in his burning throat.

Dan gratefully sucked air as I slid out of his abused throat. Ash just
settled with a smile on my guy's still stone-hard dick. I gave my baby
brother a gentle kiss on his sweet lips. Then another on his hot and
burning and now very bright red nipple, before bending down and kissing my
guy. Dan, with Ash still impaled on his cock, slid his sweaty, sticky, but
still hot and ready and horny body back onto the bed.

"More, please?" Ash lustily whispered.


Author's note: I'm back and so are Dan and Christian! So wipe off your
keyboards and lick those fingers clean and send me some fan email! Remember
my new address: chris.h.trey@gmail.com. No more aol for this punk. Now get
busy if you guys want more!

"Nocens Lupus Scriptor."