Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:14:11 -0800 (PST)
From: raze yu <razeurarse (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Mis-Text

Mis-Text by Caleb R. Black

Codes: MB, MMB, inc

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
are the products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction includes explicit depictions of
sexual relationships between adult males and teens under the age of
consent. It also depicts incest between brothers. If works of this
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This work is presented as a fantasy. The Author heartily recommends
that in the real world you use condoms and then only with individuals
who have reached the age of consent.

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Mis-Text
(Copyright 2012 by Caleb R. Black)

I kissed mom and dad goodbye, and fervently hoped they wouldn't
notice my erection. Not that erections are abnormal, I am a teenaged
male.

But this wasn't a normal boner.

This was a "the minute you're out of sight I'm texting my boyfriend
to come over and fuck me" boner.

"All right sweetie, you call Brent if you need anything, and we'll be
back Monday night," Mom waved at me from where she stood in the open
door of the car.

"Okay, Mom!"

"And you damn well better go to school on Monday," my father scowled
at me.

"And no parties and no girls, I got it," I laughed and made shooing
motions.

"Don't just think because you're fifteen I won't tan your ass,
Carson," Dad threatened.

"Yeah, okay." I wasn't going to have a party, and I wasn't going to
have any girls over. Not one.

"Bye, Carse!" Mom blew me a kiss.

I stood on the front door waving until they were gone.

Then I ran back into the house, made sure the back door was unlocked,
and hurried up to my room.

Clothes came off, I started the porn vid on the computer, the lube
came out from under the mattress and I shoved my fingers up my ass
with a  groan. Fuck, I was tight.

Not unusual, since Brandon and I had only recently started fucking. I
fingered myself nice and slow until the clock said Mom & Dad had been
gone more than 20 minutes.

That meant they'd made it on the freeway and odds of them turning
around were slim, even if Mom realized she'd forgotten something.

I wiped my hand off on my t-shirt and grabbed my phone. On my
stomach, I thrust my ass up and held the phone back, pressing the
camera button. It took four attempts, but I finally got a good shot.

"Rents gone, lubed n rdy 4 ur cok. Use bk door" I texted along with
the picture. I positioned my ass towards the door, shoved a pillow
under my hips and slowly humped it and fingered myself as I watched
the porn and waited for Brandon to show.

I was close to cumming twice before I heard the back door close. I
grunted and shoved my ass up higher in the air. Fuck, I was horny.
Sucking each other off had been awesome, but once we got up the
courage to actually fuck, neither of us could get enough.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I pulled my finger out of my butt
and wiped it off. I pressed my forehead into the mattress and wiggled
in anticipation. I knew it wasn't Mom, she'd be calling out it was
her and that they'd "just forgot something."

I heard a whispered "oh fuck," at the door and spread my legs a
little.

The mattress dipped and a finger slid into my butt.

I moaned and squeezed my ass.

Fingering myself could be hot, but it was always better to have
someone do it to you. I'd lubed up pretty good, and the finger slid
in deep, bumping my gland. It almost pushed me over the edge, but
Brandon's finger backed off and he just slowly started finger fucking
me.

A second finger pushed in alongside the first and I pressed my face
into the mattress. I heard the click of the lube and more was pushed
into my butt. I wanted to yell at him to shove it in, but at the same
time, this slow silent thing was really hot.

The bed shifted, the fingers withdrew, and I felt the blunt head of
his dick pressing into my entrance.

Fuck, he felt huge. He'd felt big the last time, even though he
wasn't any bigger than me, which is why I'd prepped. But he still
felt big, my ass burning as it stretched for his dick.

He got in far enough the head of him knocked my gland and I shuddered
and shoved back at his dick.

"God, this is hot."

That didn't sound like...

I turned to find my big brother Brent kneeling over me on all fours.

"You're a kinky little shit, Carson. But I'm stoned enough your text
got me hot and I thought, why not."

He bent down and licked my cheek.

And then he really started thrusting.

My brain still had some objections: that my text wasn't meant for him
and he was my *brother* for crissakes. But my body overruled. My ass
loved the fullness of his thrusting dick. My drooling loved the
pounding attention my prostate was getting. My eyes loved the look of
his smooth college jock muscles as he moved over me.

"God you're tight, little brother." Brent's weight landed on me,
mashing me into the mattress, his knees pushing mine further apart.
He sucked on the back of my neck and jabbed his hips at my butt Noise
poured out of me, a constant sound punctuated by an increase in
volume every time his cock thrust home.

Brandon had done a good job fucking me, but Brent had it down to an
art. His cock seemed to find my gland on every thrust, and each knock
against it only made the little coil in my balls wind more tightly.

"Fuck yeah, so fucking hot," he was murmuring in my ear.

"Brent! Gonna cum, Brent!"

"Shit, I wanna see that." He pulled out, flipped me over as if I
weighed nothing, and rammed his cock back home in me.

Now I could see him, the planes of his chest and the lines of his abs
and the lustful look on his face, all framed by the V of my legs. His
tan, muscled jock body contrasting with my pale little skater body,
hip bones poking up.

His cock drove home against my prostate and that was all it took.

Jizz sprayed out of my dick like I was a fucking fountain,
splattering down on my torso and the sheets. My mouth was wide open,
I was gasping for breath and still unable to stop the sounds he was
fucking out of me.

I shot so hard, some of my own jizz landed in my open mouth.

Brent fell on me, pushing my legs to either side and forcing his
tongue in my mouth. "God that's hot," he muttered. His fucking was
almost painful, his cock driving so deep in my ass I thought it would
force itself out my belly.

He swore, rammed back deep inside, and I realized he was cumming in
my ass.

I whimpered, and a little more jizz leaked out of my own dick.

He grabbed my face and kissed me, and I could taste the pot on his
breath. He sucked on my tongue, I sucked on his and he kept thrusting
slowly until his cock slid out of my ass.

He did a push up away from me, tongue still out and saliva drooling
from his mouth, grinning broadly. He pulled back enough he could look
down at my ass, and I heard him groan saw his eyes lock on my butt as
his fingers slid back in me.

"Fuck dude, I just came up your ass."

"Y-yeah..."

His fingers found my spot and my ass clenched again around them.

"And I bet you want me to do it again, don't you, you nasty little
shit."

My head was nodding before my brain could get involved and stop it.
"Yeah."

"Awesome."

He fell on me, kissing me again, humping his hard muscled body
against me.

"This is so fucking weird," he confessed, "but I am SO fucking turned
on."

I nodded my agreement and proceeded to try and suck his tongue out of
his head. I spread my legs around him, feeling him between my thighs.
He was firm and solid, so different from Brandon, who was skinny like
me.

My phone beeped, and I reached over to grab it out of habit.

"R we getting 2gether?" Brandon asked.

I thumbed the phone off and dropped it to the side and wrapped my arm
back around Brent's neck.

I could feel his dick poking at me again, and I thrust back at him.
He pushed forward, grinning into the kiss.

He added some fresh lube but he was hard enough to thrust back inside
me. My head went back as he resumed fucking, as if we'd never stopped
in the first place.

His nipples were hard little points, and I reached out to touch them.
He swore and bucked, pounding into me harder. So I pushed him back
and bit one, then sucked on it.

Brent palmed my head, pressing it into his chest and pounded me even
harder. I spread my legs while I sucked and chewed on his nip.

With the first, eager fuck out of the way, this one took longer. He
was sweating by the time we'd finished, his hard body glistening with
the effort of driving his cock into me over and over.

I'd licked the sweat off his chest as we fucked face to face.

I'd felt it drip as he fucked me doggy style into the corner of the
mattress.

I loved the feel of his sweaty head in my hands as we kissed, loved
rubbing it into his chest as I straddled and rode him.

Brent grunted, his eyes going unfocused, and he shuddered, his
thrusts getting hard and sloppy.

I could smell his cum, rank and hot and male and I knew he was
blowing another load in my ass. I clamped down on my butt, jerked my
cock hard and leaned back onto him.

He grabbed my hips, jabbed his twitching cock till he found my
prostate and my load sprayed out again, all over him this time.

The sight of my cum, roped across his muscular body kept my orgasm
squeezing my balls again and again. That was my cum all over my
brother's hot body. The body all my girl friends and my gay friends
wanted to worship. But I was the one who he was fucking.

I was the one who's ass he'd just come in twice.

It was so fucking *wrong* having his dick up my ass, but so fucking
hot at the same time.

I pulled up off of him and licked my cum off his chest, starting at
his collar bone.

"Oh fuck yeah, you little slut. C'mere." He grabbed my head, pulling
me up to kiss my jizz out of my mouth. He flipped me around, set my
ass over his face and rimmed his own load out of my butt. I groaned
and bent forward and continued cleaning him up.

"Holey shit!"

"What?" He pushed me off his face.

"That was up my ass?" I reached out a hesitant hand towards his cock.

"Yeah, buddy." He flexed and his cock, still half hard, flopped.
"Eight inches of jock meat."

"Good god. Brandon's like five and a half."

"Brandon? Is he that emo dweeb you hang out with?"

I smacked Brent on the chest. "He's not a dweeb."

He tackled me back into the covers, tickling me until I howled. It
was just like he'd played with me as kids, only we were naked, and he
was sucking on my ears or licking me.

"He is so a dweeb!"

"Is not!" I grabbed Brent's nipples and twisted. He howled and
flopped onto his back, hands protecting them.

"So. How do you know how big his cock is?" He flopped back onto his
side, head propped on one elbow. I turned to match him. It also let
me look at his body.

"How do you think?"

"You've been screwing him."

"Duh." But I couldn't help the blush on my cheeks.

"Nice. How long?"

I shrugged. "We've been messing around for a while, only started
fucking this last month. He was supposed to come over today."

"Oh? What happened?"

I blushed and flopped onto my back. "Uh..."

"Oh geeze, you didn't mean to text me, did you."

I shook my head.

"You sorry you did, Carse?"

"Fuck no."

"Good man." Brent tackled me again, pushing his tongue back between
my lips.

***

My phone beeped again, waking me up from where I was asleep on
Brent's chest.

"Who is it, Mr. Popular?" Brent's hands rubbed down my back to my
ass.

I reached over and grabbed the phone. It was Brandon. "dude? u mad?"

"Brandon. He's probably pissed."

"Cause you blew off his booty call?"

"Yeah."

"You think he'd be chill?"

"Huh?" I pushed up to look Brent in the face.

"Your boyfriend. You think he'd be chill with this?"

"Um. No clue."

"Hmm." Brent's hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me up his torso
until we could kiss again. "How horny are you?"

"Real." I was rubbing my hands all over his chest, unable to get
enough of the feel of him.

"Sore?"

"A little. Not bad."

"Mmm." He sucked on my tongue and spread my ass cheeks to rub his
fingers over my pucker.

"What?"

"I was gonna hang with some friends tonight. They'd be interested in
a party, if you and Brandon were."

"You mean, like a sex party?"

"Yeah, stud. You up for it?"

Was I? My cock liked the idea, it was already hard and dripping.

"How many friends?"

"Like three. Plus me and you and Brandon."

I swallowed. "Sure. But not here, okay?"

"Sure, dude. Get dressed."

I pulled clothes on, and Brent went downstairs to dress where he'd
left his clothes at the foot of the stairs.

Once we were over at Brent's apartment, I called Brandon while Brent
went down on me.

"Hey, B."

"Carson! I've been texting you all day!"

"I'm sorry babe, my brother showed up unexpectedly, and we've been
hanging out."

"And you couldn't tell me?"

"I was distracted." I squirmed, trying not to pant as Brent sucked
hard on my dick.

"Are you jerking off?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck, with your brother there?"

"Y-yeah."

"You're a freak," but Brandon's voice was warm, and I could hear the
pace of his breath elevating too.

"You know I'm just horny all the time."

"Yeah man, I know. My ass is sore from the last time."

My cock popped out of Brent's mouth with a slurping sound. He grinned
up at me, rubbed his face on my slimy dick before swallowing it down
again.

"So, uh, look." I ran one hand through Brent's hair as he sucked on
my shaft. "My brother's having a party tonight. And we're invited. If
you wanna come."

I heard the hitch in Brandon's voice. "Who's gonna be there?"

"Like, my brother and three of his college friends. And you and me."

"Why-why'd they want us there?"

"So they can fuck us."

"S-seriously? Your brother and his friends wanna fuck us?"

"Yeah. But dude, you gotta keep quiet that he's my brother, okay?
We're just a couple kids that he picked up for fun. All right?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He was panting.

Brent had his lips down around the base of my shaft, his eyes gazing
up at me.

"Are they hot? Tell me the guys are hot."

"Are they hot?" I asked Brent.

"Yeah. They're all jocks."

I pulled the phone back up to my ear. "Brent says they're all hot
jocks."

"I heard him. He's right there? While you're jerking off?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck..." Brandon's voice caught and he grunted into the phone. I
could imagine him cumming, the white jizz bright on his darker skin.

I came too, unloading into Brent's mouth, the jizz white against his
lips.

"So, you in?" I had to swallow to wet my throat enough to get the
words out.

"Sure. Just send me the address."

* * *

We were dressed by the time Brandon arrived, and two of the other
guys were there also. The rugby players had arrived together. They
both licked their lips at the sight of Brandon and moved in on either
side of him.

The last guy arrived not soon after, and no one was dressed for too
long.

Naked, I crawled over to Brandon. The guys crowed and pushed us
together to make out.

Brandon kissed me eagerly, his cock hard against my belly.

"C'mon guys, give us some!"

"Remember," I whispered, "Brent's not my brother."

"Right." He gave me a weird look, but then my brother was pushing his
tongue between Brandon's teeth and the look faded.

I got lost in muscles and cocks and mouths, sucking and being sucked.
I'd look over and see Brandon, one guy sucking his cock, the other
rimming his ass.

At one point, he was riding one guy, while my brother fucked his
friend's face.

The rugby players spread me out on the couch, one sliding his cock up
my ass, the other into my mouth. After they came, they switched ends,
got me up on my knees to fuck me doggy style.

Brandon slid under me, his mouth on my cock.

I howled around the dick in my mouth and shot into him, to the cheers
of the older guys. The guy in my ass shot, half in my butt and half
on it, his jizz warm on my ass cheeks.

The rugby player in my mouth pulled out to shoot into my hair and I
closed my eyes and let him spray my face with it.

We took a break then, Brandon and I draped over each other on the
couch, sandwiched between one of the rugby players and my brother's
soccer friend.

"This is so hot," he whispered to me. "And your b-Brent's cock is
huge."

"All the guys are hot," I nodded. "And Rick," I nodded at the Rugby
player gently stroking Brandon's thigh, "really knows how to use his
cock."

"I do." The guy bent forward to suck on Brandon's earlobe. Like the
little slut he was, he arched back, rubbing his ass on the guys'
muscled thigh.

Break time was apparently over.

The rugby guys were working on Brandon, and I got pulled into a kiss
by my brother's soccer friend. While he and I made out, someone was
rimming my ass. I didn't look back, but I was pretty sure it was
Brent. Unless the pizza guy had stayed.

I was out of my head with want and need. They splayed me out on the
couch, one cock fucking my face, the other pushing into my ass. I
spread my legs and sucked hard.

Nothing like a crash course in fucking and cock sucking to help you
work on your gag reflex. I still choked a little as the guy in my
throat pushed in, but it was good, and smelled hot and I pulled off,
caught my breath and tried again.

It was actually easier once the guy at my ass got going, the knocking
on my prostate took my mind off the size of the cock going down my
throat and I was able to take more.

"Oh my god!"

I think everyone looked over at Brandon. He was staring at me.
Specifically, at where my brother had his thick cock buried in my
ass.

I grinned at him, reached up to tweak Brent's nipple, and swallowed
the wet cock in front of my face.

"Fuck!" I glanced over again and Brandon was cumming, his hips
jerking on the cock in his ass, cum spraying all over the rugby guy
in front of him.

"Holey shit! That's so hot! Pound him again!"

Brandon was squashed in a rugby player sandwich. I spread my legs for
my brother and his friend.

* * *

The party lasted through Sunday afternoon, when the other guys had to
get back to their dorms or apartments to get school work done before
Monday class. We'd fuck till we couldn't, sleep till we could, then
go back at it.

My back was sore, my butt was sore, and my balls were sore. And my
skin was crusty as fuck.

But it was a good sore. And cramming as many hot guys as we could
into my brother's shower was fun.

Alone in the apartment, Brent sat on the edge of the bed, legs
splayed, as I rode him. Brandon sat on the floor, jerking his meat
and watching my brother's cock disappear up my ass.

"So, you sent your text to him, instead of me?" Brandon asked. He was
on his knees, his hand pumping at his dick as he watched Brent fuck
me.

"Yeah." I was breathless, bouncing down hard to drill Brent's cock
deep into me as possible.

"And you just went with it?"

"Thought it was weird," Brent grabbed my hips to help steer my
thrusting, "but was stoned enough it sounded hot. Plus, he sent a pic
of his lubed up ass."

"Fuck. And then you fucked. That's so hot." Brandon crawled up on the
bed, shoved his ass into Brent's face and his tongue at mine. "I wish
I had a gay older brother." He moaned and kissed me hard.

"Not queer, I'm bi," Brent's protest was muffled by Brandon's ass.
From the noises Brandon was making, Brent was rimming him pretty
good.

Brandon and I grabbed each other's cocks and jerked. Brandon was
always quick on the trigger, and he shot first, lean hips pumping as
he rubbed his ass on Brent's tongue and spurted on my thighs and my
brother's chest.

I came next, followed closely by Brent, his seed filling my ass
again.

Brent smacked our butts when we collapsed on either side of him. We
giggled and there was a messy three-way kiss.

"Still not fair. I don't got no siblings to fuck with. Don't even got
no boy cousins."

"Your mom has brothers."

Brandon stuck a finger down his throat and made a gagging noise.
"Those gordos? No way, man."

"What about your Uncle Jesus?"

Brandon actually sat up to look down at Brent. "Chewie? But he's
married to that skanky white prude."

"Is it possible to be skanky and a prude at the same time?" Brent
poked Brandon in the ribs.

"Cut it out, chulo. It is for her. She pray at church on Sunday, but
dress like a ho the rest of the time. Grandma says prayin' ain't the
only time she's on her Protestant knees. Won't let her in the house.
Why I don't see Chewie much."

"Probably why he married her." Brent was stroking Brandon's back
again.

"Like you're such a good Catholic boy," I poked Brandon in the ribs.

"I'm a fucking fantastic Catholic boy. I go to confession every
week."

"Yeah? You tell him you suck my cock?"

Brandon blushed. "Only if it's Father Romney. Father Michael is too
much of a skeeve."

Brent busted up laughing. I flushed and shoved Brandon's shoulder.
"You cheated on me with Father Romney?"

He shoved me back. "You cheated on me with your *brother*,
dickcheese. And Father Romney is pretty hot under those robes. Though
he's not as hung as Brent." Brent preened and Brandon squirmed. "You,
uh, really think Uncle Chewie would be into me?"

"I've only met him officially once, but I'm pretty sure I saw him at
the gay bar, picking up twinks."

"Woah, man."

"You got a pic?"

"Of Chewie? Yeah, lemme get my phone." Brandon disappeared down the
hall.

"He's got a sweet little ass," Brent commented, wrapping a hand
around his cock.

"And me?" I smacked Brent on the chest.

He rolled on top of me, tickling. "You've got the hottest ass on the
planet, baby bro."

We were making out when Brandon ran back in. "Geeze guys, wait for
me! This is Chewie." He thrust his phone into Brent's face.

Brent pulled back and took the phone, fiddling with the display.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's him. I thought I'd remembered that
tiger tattoo on his arm."

"So, my uncle's secretly gay. Wow." Brandon sat down on the edge of
the bed. "What should I do?"

Brent looked up and grinned. "You could send him a text."

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