Date: Thu, 28 May 2009 14:45:34 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I'm a Slob; He's too Neat, Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay Incest

The next three days, Barry and I only were together when we slept at night.
There were no arguments, no nothing.  He was busy with practice of one of
his stupid term sports, Rah Rah so he was too tired to talk...or anything
else, at night, although I was hoping...oh well.

But there was something that finally happened after those three days.  It
was a Saturday.  I was sleeping late as usual.  Barry came in to get a
baseball glove or some other dumb piece of equipment when we stopped in the
door and yelled out, "What's been going on here."

He noticed!

He noticed the change in the room, and maybe my bed as well.  Yesterday I
scrubbed the floor on my side of the Berlin wall and put all my clothes
neatly away in drawers and in the wardrobe.  I changed the sheets and
washed the comforter.  You could hardly tell the difference, in
cleanliness, between my side and his.

"You cleaned up, you actually scrubbed up your warren of filth.  That's
just great.  I bet you even took a bath or shower.  I'm proud of you."

"Hey Barry, I hope you wiped your feet before you came in the room."

"Oh shit, I created a monster."  Then his hazel eyes glimmered as he gazed
on my upper body that was exposed.  "Spencer is downstairs raiding the
refrigerator.  What say I have him come up to see the new you?"

"Okay with me, but tell him not to expect an ass reaming, I'm too tired
this AM."

Barry laughed and called downstairs.  I heard Spencer's muted reply and
them the sound of his dainty homo steps coming up the stairs.  But as I
glanced at him, now standing in the doorway, I saw him a bit differently.
Yeah, he is girlish, slim with too-long eyelashes and he holds his hands
limply in front of him and speaks with a weird fairy voice, but shit, he
was kinda cute.

I pulled up the sheet to cover my bare chest.  He made me feel that there
was a girl in the room and I became all-modest and stuff, but that
attracted his attention.  While he was faggy, he was still a little
aggressive and believe it or not, he was an outstanding gymnast at school.

He sidled over to my bed and sat his small, perk ass on the side of the bed
and smiled at me with his movie star teeth.  He reached out his slim,
smooth, warm hand with the long fingers and suddenly pulled the sheet down
and glared at my exposed tits with a hungry wolf expression.

"What have we here?  You're way gorgeous.  Those boyish pecs, those pink
nipples.  My, my, I think they're getting hard.  Let me see."

He proceeded to get to work on me, poor innocent me, how could I withstand
the onslaught of this experienced boi?  Barry didn't come to my aid, the
shithead.  He just sat on his bed and giggled at my plight.

Spencer was enjoying himself.  "Oh my, the boy is beginning to breath hard.
I think he likes his nubbies played with."

It was true; his expert handling of my virgin nipples was sending waves of
sensation down my spine to my balls that now vibrated with pleasure and
then my pick began to rise, producing a large pup tent in the bedclothes.
He noticed.

With a slight husk in his voice (I think the whole scene was getting to
him, also Barry, who I realized had slipped off his clothes in expectation
of a sex orgy.

Spencer grabbed my hand that was on top of the comforter and pulled it down
to rest on the bulge in his pants.  "We practically lovers kiddo.  You're
the brother of my fucker, that counts for something, you think?"

I liked the feel of his slim cock snaking its way down the leg of his
jersey shorts.  Spencer began to look better and better to me, except it
wasn't my style to be a passive person.  I am for action!  I pushed him
away and got out of bed.  Yes, you guessed it, I was naked under the covers
and now my prodigious cock was exposed.

Spencer fanned himself girlishly with his limp hand.  "What a mannish
sight.  That weapon.  It makes me faint."

I began pulling his pink tee shirt off over his head.  Hey, he had an
excellent body; it was like those pretty ballet dancers.  I returned the
tit rub to him and his impossibly blue eyes rolled up and his mouth pursed
cutely.  I think I had him.  In the back of my mind I was planning to fuck
him, to outdo my brother.

Barry spoke from his naked position on his bed.  "Hey Spence, you look like
you're ready to be porked.  Get your shorts off and assume the position.
My little brother has you in the perfect mood."

But said Spencer looked up at me and smiled.  "The princess chooses, from
all my subjects in the kingdom.... you little one with the big prick.  I
only hope my poor rectum can handle it, but I'll die trying."

Would you believe it, he immediately got naked, lay on his back and pulled
his shapely legs up and grasped the backs of his thighs exposing his
beckoning ass hole.  From behind me, I heard Barry say, "Go to it, lil'
bro.  He's good, I can guarantee.  He'll tell you what he likes and by the
time you cum, you'll be an expert in boy fucking.

I was breathing hard, my eyes were heavy, I was in some sort of sexual
trance as I looked down on this inviting boi.  His legs were strong, and
although his body was sleek and hairless, his legs sexily had shiny black
hairs on his inner thighs and shins.

"Hurry, Barry's Brother, get with the program, I'm dying here."

Would I want someone to die in our room?  Naw, I put the tips of my cock at
the door to paradise.  What an effect this had on him.  He began speaking
in tongues, his ass hole developed a sucking that was drawing me in.
Behind me Barry was stroking my back soothingly in a brotherly fashion and,
get this, he was breathing heavily and kissing my ears and neck.  I was in
a now-or-never situation.  I choose now and leaned forward and let my cock
get just inside of Spence's ass ring.  He moaned, perhaps in pain, or was
it admiration.

I began an inch at a time entry.  Each thrust of my hips brought me closer
to total emersion.  Each inch caused poor Spence to break out in heavy
sweats and exclamations: "Ooop, ooop, whee ugh."  I realize that I might be
a tyro, but I had captured a boy two years older and very experienced.  Now
he was controlled by me, subject to me sexual needs.

He still tried to save ego by grunting out: "Baby, go back and forth fast
over my hot button.  I've never come while being fucked, but with the size
of your rammer, I just might."  Then he eyes closed and he began muttering
again, lost in the feeling of my cock rubbing his prostate.

I was surprised that, with all this stimulation, that I hadn't come.  I do
tend to shoot fast, but I was in a lovely grove.  I felt I could go on for
ever, that is until Barry began licking my ass.  Yeah, his hot jock tongue
began entering my ass and searching for my prostate.  When he finished that
fun, he came around and grabbed my heard and turned it toward him as he
shoved his cock against my lips.  I took it like a babe to the teet.  I
nursed his cock tenderly as he howled in excitement.

You gotta know that this scene was hot.  Just the mental imagine, besides
the actual activity was mind blowing (and cock blowing).  I felt a buzz
coming up from my toes and swirling in my upper legs, then vibrating in my
balls.  My cock got longer and harder.  "I'm close." I said to Spence.

"Close?  I'm there!" he husked.

Sure enough, right before my eyes, his untouched cock began to spew a
firehouse of spooge over his chin, mouth and then in succeeding spurts, his
chest and belly.  Meanwhile I was unloading my offering into his hot hole.

I began to feel Barry's hand on the back of my head, holding me steady, as
he fucked my mouth.  I kept sucking as he began grunting like a pig, soon
my tongue was bathed with the family cum...delicious.

When Barry could speak he slapped Spencer's face gently.  "Does this mean
we are finished as fuck buddies?"

"No, no my prince.  A girl just needs some variety."

Now that I had two hot guys who were always "up" for fun, my days were
happy.  We tried everything.  I even got fucked.

End