Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 17:05:43 +0000 (UTC) From: kevin Donovan Subject: Insatiable, Chapter 2, Gay Male Incest INSATIABLE by Kevin Donovan What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, intended exclusively for an adult audience interested in homoerotica, and for whom such reading material is not illegal. If that does not describe you, hit delete now. All characters are imaginary, and all are willing adult participants. All rights reserved to the author. Your comments are welcome at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com Please do your part to keep this site hard and dripping by sending your contribution to Nifty right away. CHAPTER TWO In the living room, Drew gestured Shayne and Layne toward the sofa, placed predictably in front of the large window overlooking the front porch. The curtains were never drawn here--there was no public to see into the lighted interior. The twins settled a foot or so apart on the leather cushions and spread their feet wide. Drew gave Brandon a "pick one" glance, and Brandon sank to his knees between the manly feet of--he supposed--Layne, whose cock already soared. Drew knelt before the second of the Twin Towers and leaned forward to kiss each of Shayne's low-hanging testicles wetly. "Guys, you try not to cum," instructed Brandon, taking charge. "Drew and I will try to make you cum. We'll see which of you is the Man in Charge." He engulfed Layne's member, and Drew did likewise on his own Withrow. "Damn, you guys are good. That's a lot of cock to take down to the root like that." Layne was, himself, imbedded pubes-deep in Brandon's maw, but his eyes were fastened on the swallowed boner of his brother. It remained out of sight for a full minute, as Drew's face turned progressively redder. Finally, it emerged, slimy, and Drew took a deep breath. Brandon performed similar lung-stretching exercises nearby. "This is pretty much the only way to shut the boys up," commented Shayne. Layne just moaned deeply. "It doesn't work on us, though. I gotta make some noise...Ohhhh, fuck!" Echoed by his twin, Layne called on every known member of the Holy Family and a large percentage of the catalogue of Saints to witness his ecstasy. There was also a considerable quantity of moaning and an excess, of "Oh, shit!" and "Aw, fuck, Man!" "I can't take much more," Layne declared after several more minutes of exquisite torment. "I have to let it go." Then, after some teeth-clenching, "Ohhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiit, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk....." A blast of salty fluid washed past Bran's tonsils. He pulled back and clamped down with his lips to capture the rest of the copious load. Then, "AuuuuugggggH fuuuuuccccckk!" Shayne bucked his hips desperately, pulling his cock briefly out of Drew's mouth to spray his cheek and nose with a stream of white semen. Drew got the loose hose back under control and imbedded it deep in his throat, while it continued to pump fluid, and Shayne continued to shout. All tension drained from the two muscular fellatees, as they sank, limbs drooping, into the soft support of the sofa cushions. "That was a sympathetic ejaculation," declared Shayne. "It started AFTER Layne began to blow--so that means Drew and I win. I never could hold my jizz if Layne was shootin' his." "Me neither, Bro. If you had started first, I'd have been right after. That explains some of your nocturnal emissions when I was out West, three hours later than your time, and some of my mysterious, late-afternoon pants-wetting at the office in La Jolla." The men all laughed. "That, or too much coffee," finished Shayne. Drew stood, saying, "Well, I'm sypathetic, but I haven't had my first ejaculation." He took Brandon's hand and pulled him up onto his hands and knees. He knelt behind him and was about to plant his tongue on Brandon's pucker, when Shayne interrupted. "Hey, man, let me handle that part. Then, I'll sit back and watch you do the nasty." "I thought this WAS the nasty," said Brandon. "Naw, man. It's fuckin' ass." Drew sat on his haunches and made room for his friend. Shayne settled between Brandon's feet, leaning forward to plant his mouth around Brandon's anus. He tongued the hole, then went to licking all about it and the immediate vicinity, down to taking each of Brandon's balls into his mouth for a good ball-washing. Layne watched his brother work with a small smile on his face. But Drew moved in behind Shayne and began to perform a similar service on his friend, providing even more recreational ass-licking for Layne to enjoy. It wasn't long before Layne caved, sliding down off the sofa to take up a position behind Drew, where he latched onto Drew's ass in the same fashion, giving him also a good rimming. "There's something inherently unfair about this line thing," he commented. "Next time, be quicker," his brother retorted from further up the train. The ass-munching continued for several minutes. Then Drew tapped Shayne on the butt. Shayne pulled is tongue out of Brandon's pucker and moved back up to the sofa to set his own damp rump onto the cushion. "I trust this is why your uncle chose leather upholstery." "Likely so." Layne sat beside his brother and laid his arm across Shayne's broad shoulder. Shayne's hand gravitated to Layne's crotch, where he idly fingered his twin's short pubes as they both watched Drew take his position behind his lover. Drew's manly appendage was a nice one, in the Magnum range, and thick, sporting an attractive helmet on its circumcised head. That corona ridge promised to offer some prostate-pleasing sensations as it rubbed back and forth inside a man's rectum. Drew placed it at Brandon's sphincter and gave a firm push, followed by a practiced, controlled weight of pressure to slide the unit all the way into its holster. He gave a little hip-grinding motion to anchor himself. Then, as Brandon backed into him rhythmically, Drew began hunching like a yard dog. "How much would you have to pay in La Jolla to see a show like that?" Shayne asked his brother. "Hell, I don't even know if you could. Maybe across the border. The Bitch kept me on a tight leash, remember." "Incidentally, Bro, did you ever hear any more from the surfer dude that got you into the shit with her?" "Oh, yeah, right before I left. He made me buy him a new pair of flip-flops and a tee-shirt. Damn prick wears expensive brands. But then he stayed over and I fucked him all night. I was in a motel, but he had my cell number." "Sounds like you came out on top, in a manner of speaking." Drew pulled out of Brandon and rolled him over onto his back to reinsert in missionary position. Brandon considerately rotated ninety degrees so that his butt faced the audience, to give the brothers full views of this penetration. Shayne obligingly picked up a firm pillow from the end of the sofa and passed it to Drew, who slid it under his partner's ass, giving it a more accessible elevation. He thrust his rigid member back inside, rather roughly. Bran grunted, but did not complain. As the audience watched, Drew rutted his husband vigorously. Layne now played with Shayne's near tit, and his own pecker had grown rigid enough for Shayne to begin jacking on it. Drew's hips went up and down in an accelerating crescendo. Each thrust caused a thwacking sound and made Bran's whole body shudder with the impact of padded pelvis on padded hip bones. At last, Drew gasped and pressed his dick as far up Brandon's colon as he could push it. He froze, trembling, then gave a few quick jabs to strip out the last of the fluid he was pumping into his partner. Sweat dripped from his reddened jaw. The first breeding of the night was accomplished. Drew collapsed onto Brandon, whose arms embraced him. They kissed. Shayne and Layne kissed, too, drawn deeply into the passion and eroticism of the moment. After several minutes, they separated, and Shayne rose from the sofa. He leaned down and caressed Drew's shoulder gently, but then took hold of Brandon's hand and gave it a firm pull. To both men, he said, "You boys got my motor running. I'm cutting in, if you don't mind. I think I have the next dance with this lovely specimen of manly beauty and virtue here. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom, Bran?" Smiling, Drew gave his lover a parting kiss and rolled off to the side to allow Shayne to assist Bran to rise into his own arms for a welcoming kiss, a bit longer and more sensual. Resting both hands on his hip bones, Shayne steered Brandon toward the back of the cabin and into Bran's own bedroom, with its king size bed. Layne watched them down the hall, taking a deep swig from his now-warm beer. "Let's get cold ones," suggested Drew. He rose gracefully and headed into the kitchen, with Layne following. Cracking open the brews and handing one off, Drew tapped bottle necks with Layne and smiled. "Now the question is--is it better for you if we go off on our own into the other bedroom and figure things out between us, or would it be better for you if we join the others on their big bed, so you can watch them fuck while you pound my ass?" Layne took a deep swig. "There's room on their bed, and I'm not as shy as Shayne seems to think. Back in the day, I knew he fucked other guys, we even compared notes--but I never got to watch. Maybe now we can teach one another a thing or two." "May be. I know Bran and I really like to watch one another." Drew led the way, Layne right behind him with a hand on his hip. Shayne lay atop Brandon, but the penetration had not yet taken place. They were kissing and rolling against one another's skin, still heating up to one another. They edged over a bit to allow a full half of the mattress to the newcomers without actually breaking their concentration on one another. Drew went around to the far side and rolled onto the bed on his back. Layne climbed aboard atop him, and the two commenced to making out and grinding their bodies together erotically, as their partners were doing. Brandon was already pre-opened and pre-lubed. In a couple of minutes, his feet rose up above Shayne's buttocks, tilting his pelvis, and Shayne slid his cock into the proffered hole without ceremony. He sighed, and Bran groaned. Shayne had almost an inch of length and most of another in girth over Drew. Shayne began fucking slowly, but deeply, gradually increasing in tempo and power. Brandon sort of hummed contentedly. Layne hardly missed a blink of the action. He planted his cock head at Drew's back door and then pretty much went for the "home invasion" style of entry. Drew gave a long, strangulated utterance, but no intelligible protest. Once in, Layne paused to reconnoiter. He jiggled his dick a bit, back and forth. Drew's vocalizing settled to a low moaning, as he pulled a spare pillow from the head of the bed and swivelled it around to the men's midsections, prompting Layne to raise himself slightly, with Drew pressed up against him, so that the pillow could be slid under Drew's buttocks. Thus elevated, he pulled his feet up atop his passenger's hips and rested his heels lightly on the muscular globes. Layne began to thrust, in imitation of the pacing set beside him by his brother. The race was on--whether to cum first or hold out longest was never articulated. If it was to reach ejaculation first, then Shayne won, but then, he had had a head start. He blasted his best fast-ball into the mitt of his happy catcher in a series of quick, forceful jabs, slowing gradually to prolong and complete the evacuation of the sperm pipes. He ended with both tongue and cock implanted as deeply as they could go into the complementary cavities of his partner in copulation. Layne noticed the flexing and clenching of Brandon's cute toes as his legs stretched skyward in his own ejaculatory bliss. There would be two slimy bellies next to him once they peeled themselves apart. Layne was going for the longest ejaculatory hold-out. He fucked Drew into semi-consciousness as the other two came down from their sexual high, but then he roused his partner to flip him onto his knees for a doggie fuck. After a few minutes, that proved to be an untenable position for the noodle-limbed Drew, in his state of barely functioning musculature, and he slid down flat on the mattress, legs splayed, with Layne's knees settling in the middle, between his own. Layne's hip action was not hampered in the least. The others watched appreciatively as Layne's tight buttocks rose and fell, clenching provocatively on each low point, as he drove his maleness into his partner's gaping rectum. Abruptly, Layne clenched and froze, firing blasts of semen in multiple bursts into Drew's colon. His muscles failed him, too, then, and he collapsed onto Drew's sweaty back. They rested. Shayne spoke up. "You boys OK?" He sounded slightly concerned. There was a long pause. Finally, Drew drawled, "I would describe myself as...well fucked." That would be something of an understatement, all would concur. Brandon just said, "Mmmmm." This was interpreted as agreement. All four having ejaculated at least once, and the Withrow boys twice, it was non-verbally decided that this was nap time, though it was hardly ten o'clock yet. But in less than an hour, Brandon wiggled out from under Shayne and stumbled around to the other side of the bed to tap Layne on the butt-cheek. "My turn. C'mon." Layne pulled himself off of Drew to trudge stiffly after Bran's sexy, retreating buttocks. "Swing by the shower," he mumbled. Brandon interpreted the muttering correctly, and the two spent several minutes washing crusty semen off of one another before drying and proceeding to the other bedroom, with its queen-sized bed. "What position do you like?" Layne was flexible, but ready to rut. "Let's do missionary first. Then, you can rest up on side-to-side if you like, or from the rear." "Good plan." Brandon lay on the bed, and Layne climbed on top, nuzzling his neck and ear. "Oh, yeah. I like that. This is my favorite position for romance and personal contact. From the rear is good, too, but for being lost in my own little world." "You are obviously a very special guy. Drew dotes on you. Shayne has lusted after you for years. I thought he might murder Pierre for keeping him away from you that other time. You notice Pierre is history--still alive, but history. I can tell you, Bran, I'm looking forward to this. Just that first kiss when we came in got me sittin' on ready." "Hey, take your time, Lover-boy. We have all weekend. Let's make each cum count--if this one doesn't suit, you, we'll keep trying 'til it does. You have Drew to look forward to, too, and I can tell you, he is pretty special, top AND bottom." "I don't get on bottom too much, I guess Shayne told you, or at least told Drew. I want to for you each, though, sometime this weekend. Part of the experience, you know. The full audition." "I'll take you up on it, though I'm rarely the top. Drew doesn't complain--he likes to be. But every once in a while, I know he'd like to be ravished by a man with a big cock. That's one reason why having you two around would be so good for him. As for me, well, I haven't found my limit yet--I guess Drew may have told you, on bottom I'm pretty much..." "Insatiable--yeah, so he said. And believe me, that sounds good to both of us. We love a challenge." Much of this conversation was interspersed between kisses, on Bran's neck, ears, and face. Gradually, Layne became more and more focused on his mouth, but he made forays to other adjacent parts, as well. With his right hand, he stroked and manipulated Brandon's cock and balls. He then began to make out with the left tit. Working his way downward, in several minutes, Layne arrived at Bran's inflated cock. Layne made love to Brandon's crotch, not just his achingly hard dick, but his scrotum, both testicles, his pubic area, and the crevices in between. He brought the object of his attentions to the edge of ejaculation three or four times before, amid much whining and begging from above, he finally and mercifully slid his lips all the way down to the trimmed pube-line and swallowed Bran's throbbing cock-head three times, eliciting a scream from the recipient's throat and a long gush of sperm down Layne's. In the room next door (neither door begin closed) Drew's voice could be heard making the dry observation, "Apparently, Layne just brought Brandon off." But immediately, it went quiet again over there, because those two were deeply involved in their own joint exercises, with Drew's face at the moment being buried in Shayne's delectable butt-muff. Bran was shuddering and shivering with a full-body orgasm. "Are my nuts still there? I didn't shoot them out down your throat did I?" he asked plaintively. Layne answered by bathing them gently and appreciatively with his oversized and over-wet tongue. "If I ever had a cum that strong, I don't remember it. I won't remember this one, either. I think my brain shorted out. Man, you are some great cocksucker." "I'm good at clit-licking, too, but The Bitch never appreciated it. She didn't like sex much, really, when you come right down to it. I think that's the real reason I prefer a man--we tend to think alike about sex. Your dick tastes and smells a hell of a lot better, too. Sad to say, even your asshole does." Bran smiled. "I'm not sad for you to say it." They made out erotically for several minutes. Layne's dick was hard as a steel beam the whole time. Bran raised his parted legs and tilted his pelvis. It was time. Layne entered smoothly and painlessly, a much more benevolent takeover than he had shown to Drew previously. He bottomed out, clenched a couple of times, and began to pole rhythmically. Layne did not seem to have lost any manly vigor at all as a result of his previous ejaculations. He was as hot and passionate as ever. The breeding took a full twenty minutes, but it was not prolonged. Layne blasted Brandon's guts with his seed in a series of spurts, after which he settled in buried to the root to enjoy the deep coupling. Brandon kissed him tenderly. "Thanks. That was great. You about pumped dry?" "Hell, no. I can go all night, if we space them out some, maybe one an hour or so from here on out. Also, each one might take a little longer." "Which is not a bad thing. Let's go see what our boys are up to. I'll get us more beer on the way." The two strolled out into the hallway and separated. Bran picked up a six-pack and rejoined the others, who were sitting up on the bed, where Drew and Shayne had apparently been engaged in quiet conversation. "Your brother is a very good lover, Shayne. Right up there with to two of you, actually. Lots of hot cock in this room." "That's what we were just saying, Bran. Some pretty deep man-cunt, too. Look, if you're satisfied, sexually, we can all call it night, and see what goes down in the morning. We don't want to injure you just to show off." "Drew, when was the last time I asked you to pull out because I was tired of being fucked?" "That's easy, Babe. Never happened. You're more the 'fuck me harder' type." "My recollection exactly. So guys, don't stop' til you get enough, Dudes. I'm game." Drew, Shayne, and Layne shared a communicative gaze. Finally, Drew spoke. "OK, Layne, you just took a turn over there. We should give you a short break. In here, since Layne fucked me and Shane fucked you, Bran, I also fucked Shayne. So I guess we're all pretty much tied up, but it's kind of Shayne's turn at bat--he's had the longest rest, and he might have built up a sperm cell or two by now. What say?" Bran grinned. "Fine with me!" Shayne shrugged and smiled with a cute, sweet shyness. Bran joined his hands in front of himself and parted them, indicating that Drew and Shayne should make room in the center of the big bed. They laughed and rolled apart, allowing Bran to scoot in and roll over, splaying his feet wide. "All aboard!" he cried. "Queue up!" Shayne alone climbed aboard. The other two men popped open beers and moved down past the foot of the bed, where there were a pair of chairs separated by a small lamp table, with great views of the action on the mattress. In no time, Bran had a pillow under his rump, ready to receive his invader with drawbridge down. Shayne kneed up first to take a few humps at Bran's mouth. "Damn," said Layne, as his brother's very substantial unit went all the way down Brandon's throat until the short pubes rested at his lips. "Gotta check that out later." Shayne fucked at Bran's mouth appreciatively for a couple of minutes. But that open cunt was too inviting, wet, and promising. He soon slid back down, pelvis to pelvis, and without manual assistance, easily slid his cock all the way up Brandon's rectum. He paused to settle in, wiggling his hips. Then he raised them, slammed them down hard, and raised again, over and over, pounding Bran's ass without mercy. Bran vocalized like a hound dog on the scent. He was almost yodeling with pleasure. "Good we don't have neighbors," commented Layne. "We don't have neighbors, do we?" "Not for over a mile," Drew answered. "Good thing. Or we might expect the Sheriff." "I know a couple of the deputies. We should invite them sometime. They're hot--Marines, and they know about helping out a buddy." "Oh, God. I just got harder, and I didn't think I could." Meanwhile, the show went on just feet away. Speaking of feet, Brandon's and Shayne's were entwined and flexing, digging and grasping at the straining sheet. "Shayne has nice feet. Which is to say, you do, too. I always liked Bran's feet. Good to suck and lick on." "You, too. You'll get some nice foot rubs around here, too. Hey, we should all go for pedicures at that strip mall Vietnamese place. Keep 'em in good shape." "Oh, Bran and I already do." The stars of the show heard none of this. They were in deep rut. With no one aching for immediate release, the fucking proceeded for some time. Shayne rolled off on Bran's back side and thrust back into his butt from spoon position. This continued for several minutes as well, and then Shayne pushed his bitch over onto his stomach, rolled on top, and reinserted. His enormous cock was as firm as ever, and as beautiful. Both of the Withrow twins had a slight upward curvature in their erections, which could be used very handily for massaging the butt-nut. Bran cried out ecstatically, reporting that he was cumming on the mattress, hands-free. Shayne pounded him harder, fucking the cum out of him without mercy. "Oh,God, oh,God, oh, God...." cried Brandon. In a series of deep, resounding, butt-smacking thrusts, Shayne emptied his nuts yet again into Brandon's receptive colon. Brandon appeared to be in tears. He lay still, with Shayne gently kissing his neck. They whispered quietly for a moment. Shayne rose up, removing his dripping, slimy dick with an audible slurp. He was smiling widely. On his knees at the foot of the bed, he spoke to the others for the first time. "He's fine. Who's next?" "Well, I finished my beer. And my dick is a bit smaller, maybe it counts as a break. I'll go." Drew left Brandon just lying there on his back and climbed atop him. He nuzzled his lover's neck and whispered softly to him. He got a low murmur and slight nod of the head in response. Apparently, there was no need to call the EMT's, not yet, anyway. His dick, already hard, slid into its familiar groove, and he began to slide it up and down, slowly at first, but gradually increasing. It was another half-hour fuck. Drew felt as if he could fuck all night with perfect hard-on, without the need to cum. "You want me to cum for you, or not?" he whispered. "OK, either," he heard back. "Do you need the lube?" "Nah-ah." "I'll save it, then. Here comes Layne." Brandon smiled, eyes still closed. Drew pulled out and patted his partner's damp rump. "All yours," he announced to Layne. Layne also left Bitch Brandon lying and climbed onto his backside. He slid his cock up and down Bran's slimy crack a few times just to check the firmness and to pick up a little extra slickness for entry, though it was not really necessary on either count. He slid in easily and began to fuck. Brandon cooed quietly. Shayne went for beers, but the boys were still doing exactly the same thing when he returned. "Last cold six-pack," he announced. "I'll load the fridge again after breakfast," said Drew, taking a bottle. The two men sipped as they watched their respective partners taking pleasure from one another on the bed before them. It took twenty-five minutes by the night stand clock (it was 2:35), but in due time, Layne refreshed the natural lube supply in Brandon's colon by as much as he had in him at that point. Getting it out seemed to be particularly rewarding, though, from the sound of his orgasmic carrying-on. So went the early morning hours. Each of the the three men took another turn, Shayne, then Drew, then Layne again. Brandon was moved to his left side, his right side, then onto his back. He got his legs rolled over to the headboard for a quarter-hour. He even got pushed over the foot of the bed to prop on his shoulders on the rug, with his rump sticking up over the mattress. Layne fucked down on him that way to achieve his final ejaculation for the session. He was about to help Bran up from there, though the man looked awfully contented even in that position, with his legs and feet going every which way. But Drew stopped him. "Wait, I've got one more in me. Let me top him off." "Really? Damn, Dude...." Layne was impressed. "Well, I've been trained for heavy milk production, remember. It's been just me for years, you know." He took Layne's place at Bran's rump, slapped his stiffening member against the soppy bunghole several times, and drove it in. Bran sighed. The twins watched, but 80% limp by now, as Drew made his final contribution to the cum-bucket that was Brandon's colon. The ejaculation was loud, long, and dramatic. It seemed as much sweat flew as sperm. "That's it Lover-boy. You've got every human sperm cell for miles around right up your butt where you want 'em. I'll help you, but you gotta get up now, OK? Let's take a good, long piss, hose out and wash off, put on a fresh sheet here, and hit the sack." Brandon made a murmuring sound. It took all three men to raise and rouse him. As soon as Brandon was on his feet, the slime began to slide in small rivulets out of his hole. The others, with snail-trails of their own beginning, helped their semi-conscious cum-slut out the back of the cabin onto the rear deck. "First, we piss. Brandon, you, too." Drew let loose and began to hose down his lover with an abundant beer-piss stream. Layne and Shayne laughed and joined him. They sprayed Brandon from three directions. But Brandon joined in and got all three of them with his own stream--he was more competent than he let on, apparently. Drew got the hose and turned it on, spraying everyone with a hard stream of very cold water, making them all giggle and scream like a bunch of brownie scouts. He slid the pipe up each man's rectum quickly, without so much as a by-your-leave, hitting Brandon again in between each of the others, plus himself. "Damn, man, let's warm up in that hot tub, this is cold," shivered Shayne. In a moment, they were relaxed amid warm bubbles, and Brandon was falling asleep in Drew's wet arms. Layne turned off the spa, Drew carried his lover like a little boy, and under his direction, the twins remade the king bed quickly and then adjourned, after kisses, to do their own. "It's dried out by now," Drew heard Layne saying from the hallway. "I'm sleepin' in it." But that was the last he heard or saw of anyone before ten in the morning. TO BE CONTINUED....