Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2018 17:28:37 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Xmas Tales: The Big Boys' Table, Part 1

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"What's up, fuckers?" Danny said as he flung the front door open.

"Daniel!" his Mom hollered from inside the house.

"Sorry Mom!" he called back over his shoulder, then turned back to us with
a big, not-sorry grin on his face. "Dude," he said to my brother. "And look
at you, Coley," he said to me, reaching out to pluck the shoulder of my
sweater. "Don we now our gay apparel, huh bro?"

"Daniel..." our Mom said warningly as she came up the walk.

"Sorry, Auntie Jo," he said. "You know I'm just playin'."

"Dude shut up," I said, as we all stepped aside to let her through with her
bag. "This is a nice sweater. And it's just Cole, now."

"Sure, man," he said, giving me the once-over. I'd hit a really solid
growth spurt right around my birthday this past summer, and this was his
first time seeing me since. I was like a half-foot taller and twenty pounds
bigger now, at least, almost as big as him and Reece now. I was feeling
like the kid's name didn't fit me so well anymore, and since he was the
last one to call me that, I was hoping he'd agree.

"That is a nice sweater," he said, nodding as he looked me over. "Very
classy and festive. So get your festive asses in here, so we can get your
classy shit put away."

"Danny..." our Dad said as he came up to the steps, a bag in each hand.
"You can come help us get all our classy shit inside, yeah?"

"I certainly can, Uncle Mike," he said, squaring up his shoulders with a
Boy Scout smile.

We dropped our bags in the foyer and set to work emptying the back of the
Tahoe and ferrying it all inside.

"So Reece says you're joining us at the big boys' table this year," he said
as Reece handed us Christmas bags.

"It's high time," my brother nodded, giving me a quick smile.

"You could say that," Danny chuckled as they exchanged knowing looks, like
I didn't know exactly what they were talking about. They might as well have
pantomimed smoking blunts. But it was high time - I was about to be a
senior, the same age they were when they got to set up their own table,
separate from the younger kids and the one with all our parents. Older,
actually. And besides, there was a five-year gap between me and the next
youngest of our cousins, and only a three-year gap between me and Reece and
Danny. It was just math, really.

Reece had already pretty much stopped treating me like a kid, and this past
summer especially, we'd had a pretty cool time - like, I wasn't just his
kid brother anymore, I was his brother, and that meant we could talk about
stuff together in a more grown-up way. I knew their whole "big boys' table"
thing was just a chance for them to go hang out away from the grown-ups and
the kids, play video games, maybe get high. It had started when Danny's
family had moved into this new place a few years back, a big, nice house
with a big kitchen. Danny and Reece immediately claimed the breakfast bar
as their "table" for the family dinner, where they'd sit through the
blessing, bolt down their food, then head off to Danny's room to chill. It
sounded real fine to me, and I'd been hoping to get invited ever since
they'd started it.

I could feel Danny giving me the once-over as we carried the bags up the
walk, and I squared my shoulders a little. I thought they looked pretty
good in this sweater, and it definitely made me look more grown-up than the
smaller, skinnier kid I was last Christmas. I got the sense that even
though Reece had basically already promoted me, I still had to get Danny's
say-so, which was fair enough. I wasn't as tight with him as Reece was, but
we were friendly enough, and I wanted him to know that I wasn't a kid
anymore, and I was down to hang with them.

"Well, if Reece says you're cool," Danny said, like he still wasn't exactly
sure, but was prepared to give me a shot, and I felt a little dumb about
how eager that made me feel inside. I was still working on how not to feel
like a kid about some things, still, but I was getting there.

"I'm cool, bro," I said, looking over my shoulder at him. "Don't worry, I'm
not gonna narc you out. I've been looking forward to hanging out."

"Oh you have, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Well, I guess we'll see."

It felt dumb to be this excited, I guess, but I was. For the rest of the
afternoon, making conversation with the rest of the family, helping out
with stuff, I kept finding myself looking forward to dinner, and hanging
out with Reece and Danny. I kept catching him giving me looks, like he was
sizing me up, and I guess it helped that my uncles kept remarking on how
much bigger I'd gotten, asking me about football, all that kind of
stuff. When I saw the three plates set up on the breakfast bar - and the
placecard Aunt Louise always did, with my name on it, sitting next to
Reece's there - I felt stupid about being so excited, but it was what it
was.

Dinner itself was pretty quick, Reece and Danny powering through their
loaded plates like motivated machines as I tried to keep up. I wanted to be
ready to roll as soon as they were, so I hung back from the conversation a
little and focused on eating. Aunt Louise always put on a good spread, so
it was no kind of hardship, even with Danny's gaze on me from time to time
as he and Reece talked about college and stuff, Reece looking between him
and me with a smile on his face as he watched Danny size me up.

I was still chewing my last bite of turkey when Danny slapped his palms on
the bench.

"Alright fuckers, you wanna go let this food settle?" he said to us with a
grin.

"Daniel!" we heard Uncle Brian call sternly from the dining room.

"Sorry Dad!" Danny yelled out, with that sorry-not-sorry smirk. He nodded
his head in the direction of the stairs, and the three of us got up,
scraped our plates, and made a beeline in the direction of his room.

This really was a nice house, big and spread-out, and Danny had gotten
lucky - he'd scored the bonus room over the garage, a great big space with
sloping ceilings and dormer windows, distant enough from the rest of the
house that you could make noise up there and not disturb anyone. He had
plenty of room for a queen bed and a weight bench, even enough space for an
old couch in front of his flat-screen setup. He had a rollaway bed already
set up for Reece to sleep on, and I was more than a little jealous of
that. They must have had some cool times up here - well, I knew for a fact
they had, and the roundabout way Reece talked about it, I knew there were
other things they could get away with up here, and had.

That's the part I was thinking of in the back of my brain, along with
anticipating all the other cool stuff we might get into up here tonight,
while our parents got more than a little blitzed downstairs and the younger
kids stayed glued to the big TV down in the rec room. I was getting that
excited kind of feeling in my guts as Danny closed the door behind us and
clicked the lock.

"Advance warning, in case the olds make a sudden appearance," he said to me
with a wink, and damn he was a charming fucker. He had a touch of the
douche to him from time to time, but he was good-looking and popular and
built, and I guess that went with the territory sometimes. I mean, Reece
was good-looking and popular and built, and he was a pretty chill dude.
That's the kind of guy I was trying to be, but I could see Danny's appeal
too.

Of course he had a minifridge, and of course he had beers in it. He grabbed
a few and tossed one to each of us, and I felt super honored by that.

"Well, merry fuckin' Christmas," he said once we'd popped the tops. "Good
to see you assholes again. Cheers, queers."

There was that touch of the douche again, but I drank along with them
anyway, because no 17-year-old ever turns down a free beer, and besides, it
was Christmas. Reece and Danny flopped down on the sofa, leaving me with
Danny's old IKEA chair, and we clicked on the TV and shot the shit for
awhile.

I was still getting the sense that Danny was scoping me out for signs I'd
be uncool or a bratty little brother, as he asked me questions about school
and football and if I had a girlfriend, that kind of thing. School was
good, football was fine, and I didn't have a girlfriend. Reece watched us
with that easy half-grin on his face the whole time. Then I guess I must
have cleared the bar, because Danny looked at each of us in turn with that
mischievous smile he had.

"How about we green this Christmas up a little, fuckers?" he said.

"Fuck yeah," Reece said, giving me a smile, like "you're in the club now,
bro", and that was awesome as hell.

Danny opened the windows on the back side of the room, turned on his
ionizer and the fan in his bathroom, then dug around the top shelf of his
closet for a little box. He turned the TV down and plugged his phone into
the speaker dock, cued up some tunes, then sat down and packed a fat-ass
bowl. He passed it to Reece first, along with a cardboard tube, like the
one from a paper towel roll.

"What's with the tube?" I asked, watching Reece spark up. They shot each
other an amused look as Danny shook his head.

"It's stuffed with dryer sheets. You blow the smoke through it and it cuts
down on the stink," he said. "Don't they teach you kids anything nowadays?"

"Gotta learn sometime, I guess," as I watched Reece blow the smoke through
the tube, up and out the open window.

"You might learn a bunch of stuff, hanging with the big boys," Danny said
with a wink as he took the bowl from my brother and hit it, and then it was
my turn.

I wasn't a novice with smoking weed - Reece had smoked me up for the first
time at the beach last summer, right as we were getting to be cooler and
more brotherly with each other, and I'd done it a few times since. I liked
it fine, but just like with my beer, I was trying to pace myself. I didn't
want to be the dumb kid who hits it too hard, too soon and flames out
early. I'd been waiting for a long time for this invitation, and I wasn't
gonna show my ass and fuck it up. I took a decent hit on the bowl, willing
myself not to splutter or cough, and surprised even myself with a nice,
smooth exhale into Danny's stupid cardboard tube thing.

"Alright, my man," Danny said as he took the bowl from me, again with that
charming grin of his, and it wasn't just the weed that made me feel real
big in the moment.

We got back to talking shit, and man, it was nice, kicking back and
chilling, a nice solid buzz from the weed and the beer. Even nicer to get
folded into Reece and Danny's easy, bro-ish bond, included in the
conversation, not just treated like an afterthought. I watched them play
Grand Theft for awhile and soaked up the vibes.

Eventually they got tired of GTA and switched back to the TV. The Bond
marathon was on, one of the dumber ones, not a good movie but a decent
background diversion. Once the weed smoke had cleared, Danny had sprayed
some Febreze around the room and closed the windows against the chill
outside, and now it was starting to get a little warm in the room as we
talked and half-watched the stupid movie and drank our beers.

"Too fuckin' hot in here," Danny said, sitting up to peel his sweater off,
as I tried not to check him out too close. Danny had a tight body, real
defined, bulked in all the right places. His Instagram was full of pics of
it that I sometimes liked to scroll through late at night.

"Yeah, get comfy, fuckers," Danny said as Reece took his ballcap off, then
his sweater, tugging the ballcap back on as he settled back, and the two of
them looked at me. Like they were just waiting for me to follow suit. This
was all real interesting.

"What about you, dude?" Danny asked. "You just gonna sit over there all
classy and festive in that sweater of yours? The olds aren't around, you
don't have to try and impress them anymore."

"I mean, I'm not trying to impress anybody, but..." I said, sitting up with
a shrug, and tugging the sweater up and off.

"Shit, you got big," Danny said, not a trace of the douche in his
voice. His eyes were all over my torso, the T-shirt skimming my bigger
muscles nicely. "Well done, dude."

"Thanks," I said with a modest smile and shrug. The school had a new
assistant coach who had a strength-training background in college, and he'd
been putting us through our paces all fall. I was pretty pleased with the
results, especially knowing I could still get bigger, too. I had a frame
like Reece's, only wider through the shoulders, longer in the legs. I was
probably gonna wind up taller and bigger than him, and I was real OK with
that. He'd said as much himself, this past summer at the beach.

I started to sit back, but Danny wasn't done, sitting forward on the couch,
basically staring at me still. Reece looked on with a stoned, amused,
interested kind of grin, and I felt a vibe starting to kick in here. I
might be young, but I wasn't dumb. I was starting to understand all kinds
of things now, and I was pretty sure that's why Reece had invited me to
join them at the big kids' table.

"Man, you were a skinny little fuck last year," Danny said, and I was
digging the kind of admiring tone of his voice. "What are you at now, 150?"

"160," I said, still trying to be modest and not show the beaming kid
inside of me, lapping up all this praise from my handsome older cousin.

"Nice!" Danny said, nodding, still thoroughly scoping me out, and I found
myself squaring my shoulders up again, hoping he'd notice the shape of my
pecs and my arms in my T-shirt. I guess he did, because he was still
leaning forward as he said, "Yo, flex for me, dude. You look like you got a
set of arms on you too."

I looked at Reece, but he just gave me a small between-bros shrug, his eyes
on me too now. He'd told me before we left home to come here that we could
have a chill, good time, and just to go with the flow and enjoy myself and
the bro time. I trusted him on all that, so I shrugged like it was no big
thing, and flexed a bicep up for Danny's approval.

"Wait, fuck, you're bigger than I was at your age," Danny half-grumbled,
and then he got up, rolling up the sleeve of his T-shirt, flexing his left
biceps up, comparing them to mine. Shit, Danny had nice arms, and it felt
real good to be compared favorably like that. Gave me a solid chance to
check him out, too.

"Get the fuck in here, bro, I think we're about to get outgunned by Coley,"
Danny said to Reece, almost in disbelief, and I was high and buzzed enough
to let the "Coley" thing slide this time. I watched Reece roll his sleeve
up, flex his own handsome arm, and felt the little background tingle of
that vibe really start to surge now.

"Shit, I think yours are bigger than mine too now," Danny said, sounding
disappointed in himself as he reached out to squeeze Reece's bicep, which I
totally wasn't prepared for, especially the thorough way he handled it,
like he was checking out a melon at the grocery store or something. Reece
just grinned modestly, looking at me with a smile, then turning his focus
on Danny, and shit, his hand was reaching out to him now, and just how high
was I...

I swallowed hard when Reece squeezed Danny's other arm, seeing Danny flex
it up for him, and fuck this was crazy all of a sudden. They kind of
grinned at each other, not letting each other go, and now there was like a
whole second vibe in the air, like a sub-vibe just between them. I thought
about what Reece had said, this summer at the beach, the two of us
pleasantly baked and talking like real bros, feeling all close. How things
were always chill with Danny, once he stopped being a smartass and a
showboat about it, and just started being a bro. Chill and a lot of
fun. Just like things had become between Reece and me. I guess that was
part of why I was starting to get hard in my jeans - that and the impromptu
muscle appreciation thing going on between my cousin and my big bro, just a
few feet away from me.

Danny turned to look over at me, that half-sly, half-stoned smile on his
handsome face.

"Your big bro says you're cool," he said. "You're cool, right Cole?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice sounding all thick and dry, like my tongue
suddenly felt. "Yeah, I'm cool. Just like you two."

"Yeah, bro?" he said, his grin getting slyer, more charming. "Well shit. I
guess we'll see."

Reece was looked from him to me, that easy, level smile on his face, not
registering a bit of surprise when Danny turned to him and leaned in. Shit,
I swear seeing Reece lean in as well was the thing that finally sprung me
in my jeans, but it was the close, familiar, easy way they kissed that
really did the job. I sat there, gaping in surprise, feeling my cock get
all tight and uncomfortable in the crotch of my jeans, as my big bro and
cousin just started kissing, like it was no big thing, like it wasn't
blowing my mind at all. Like they'd been doing it for years, and now I was
finally getting to see it for myself.

The kiss started out slow, two dudes getting reacquainted with each other,
almost a little tender, even, as they smiled and shared each other's lips,
their tongues snaking out to meet and slide together. Danny's hand came up
to cup the back of Reece's head, rubbing down to squeeze the back of his
neck, and my brother grunted and pushed harder into it, as Danny grunted
happily right back. I reached down and squeezed myself, in awe of the
sensual display, as my chill big bro fed our cousin his tongue with hunger
and lust and increasing aggression. Danny matched him, almost like he was
egging him on, as the two of them shifted closer into each other and went
to town on one another's mouths. Lips smacked, growls and grunts rumbled,
breaths got deeper as nostrils flared. I watched it all, shocked and amazed
and so turned the fuck on by what I was seeing.

Of course, I had to look down and check to see if they were as boned as me,
which was like a rhetorical question, but I gave me an excuse to scope out
the big, hard, obvious tents they had in their jeans for each other and
what they were doing together. Danny reached down and palmed Reece's bulge,
making the chill, amiable dude take hold of the back of his neck, growl
lustily, and really go in on Danny's eager mouth. They went at it for what
seemed to my lightly toasted brain to be a good quarter-hour or more, but
in reality was just a few short, deep, intense minutes. Then, as if on some
silent signal, they pulled back, Recce licking his puffy, shiny lips with a
wicked grin as they gazed at each other for a warm few seconds, before
Danny leaned back in and licked across my brother's lips with a quick swipe
of his tongue. That was hands-down one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen,
and the way Reece's mellow eyes flared, I knew I wasn't the only one.

"You hot fuck," Reece murmured, and that was like a shot of electricity all
down the length of my aching cock. Then he turned his head to look at me,
all chill and amiable again, my big bro, the laid-back good guy. He smiled
at me, sending another sizzle through my guts, and then Danny looked over
his shoulder to me with that wicked grin of his, and the force of their
combined charisma was almost solid enough to touch.

"So what do you say, Cole?" he said, one hand squeezing the tube of his
cock in his Levi's, the other swiping across his shiny kiss-swollen
lips. "You cool, bro?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice surprisingly steady, and surprisingly deep and
husky, too. Like a man's voice. I liked the sound of it. I hoped to use it
more often, from now on. "Yeah, I'm cool."

"Then get the fuck over here, cuz," Danny said with that smirk that made
you want to smack him or kiss him, sometimes both. But he didn't have to
tell me twice - my feet and legs were already moving on their own, seemed
like, as they planted on the floor, pushed me up out of the chair, and
propelled me over to the old couch, my cock tenting my jeans proudly,
leading the way like a fuckin' hood ornament.

"Fuck, he really did get big," Danny muttered as I got closer, eyeing the
length of my hard dick showing in my jeans.

"Told ya," Reece chuckled, looking up at me with that heavy-lidded gaze and
smile combo that was really doing a number on me, lately. Danny grinned at
him, then up at me, reaching up for the waistband of my jeans as I arrived
in front of the couch. He hooked the fingers of one hand inside the
waistband, and I grunted with surprise, then registered his fingers sinking
into the top of my bush as he tugged down, pulling me down to land on my
knees next to them with another grunt. Fuck, I was really in this now.

"Reece told me you two had some fun this summer, bro," Danny said, sitting
forward on the couch, getting right into my space as I tried to keep up
with everything that was happening all at once.

"Uh-huh," I said, like the dumb kid I was trying not to be, looking quickly
over at Reece with a blush. I knew him and Danny kept in close touch, but
not that much. I could've been pissed about him telling somebody else about
that, I guess - him and me getting blazed, stroking dicks together, then
stroking each other's dicks, him and me making out a little - but I wasn't,
really. Him telling Danny had got me here, a place I'd wondered about for a
long time now, so I couldn't be mad about that. Just the opposite.

"Cool. In that case," Danny said, and I hadn't seen this kind of smile on
him before, but I sure liked it, as he leaned in real close and brushed his
lips over mine, then a second time, before I got the hint, leaned up into
him, and pushed my lips more firmly into his.

"Nice," Reece said with a lazy grin as he leaned back against the arm of
the couch and watched, one leg propped up against the back, one hand in his
overstuffed crotch, tugging on his belt buckle.

I cupped the back of Danny's head and pushed even more into the kiss as his
lips opened up, and then just like that, me and my hot cousin were
tongue-on-tongue, Danny grunting as I fed mine to him, his lips working
hungrily on mine as his hands slipped round my lats to pull me in as much
as he could. I'd practically fuckin' glowed with pride when Reece had told
me I was a real good kisser this summer, something I'd already kinda
suspected - not to be big-headed about it or anything - but was glad to
have a hot, experienced dude like him confirm. Even better, my own big
brother. I'd cum dozens of times since then just to the memory of the kiss
ending and the way he'd told me that, all warm and big-bro proud of me.

Danny's hand traveled back down to the front of my jeans, rubbing down over
my bulge, making it throb even harder inside my undies. We grunted into
each other's mouths, and I pushed it up into his firm strong palm as he
pushed back against it, and this time Reece's soft little grunt joined
ours. I cut eyes sideways at him, and saw my big brother watching us with a
big smile, his jeans open, hand buried down inside the fly, palming his own
big bulge.

I could've made out with Danny all night, but after a couple more hungry,
wet minutes of some of the best kissing I'd experienced since this past
summer, he reeled his tongue in slowly, gave my bulge another good long
squeeze, then sat back a little to look at me. I liked this Danny a lot,
his BS dialed way the fuck back, all playful in a different way.

"Yeah, you're cool, kid," he murmured, and I let him ruffle my hair before
he leaned back into Reece, who sat up to meet him with that big lazy, sexy
smile.

"Just had my tongue in your little bro's mouth, bro," Danny said, grinning
as he fed my big bro his tongue for another minute of hungry, sloppy,
awesome-to-watch kissing. I took my cue from Reece, and popped the buttons
of my jeans open, reaching down inside to feel myself throb in my boxer
briefs.

"Dude, I've had my tongue in my little bro's mouth," Reece said when they
came up out of their clinch.

"Yeah, but fuck," Danny said, sitting back to look at us both, groping his
cocktent before reaching for his zipper. "Ain't it hot to share a tongue
that's been in both?"

"Fuck, you dudes are nasty," I chuckled with a sort of awe.

"Fuck yeah we are, cuz," Danny said proudly, cocking his chin up at
me. "Why don't you get your classy fuckin' clothes off and find out?"

I looked to Reece, who nodded at me as he sat up, knocked his cap off, and
started to tug at his shirt, just as Danny got his jeans open. I nodded
right back, eagerly, and scrambled to my feet to get out of my shirt. Danny
watched me, nodding, eyes all over the bigger muscles of my chest and arms
and shoulders as I tossed my shirt aside. I saw him lift his hips and start
to skin his jeans down, and decided to show them the man I was becoming. I
reached down for the waist of his jeans as he gave me a cocky, but curious
smile, and tugged them down his thighs. Danny had damn nice legs, as good
as Reece's and mine, all packed with long, hard muscles, covered in fine
dark hairs. Reece's were a little thicker and mine were a little longer,
but we all had a good pair - guess it ran in the family - and Danny's
looked especially good flexing as he kicked his legs to help me help him
out of his pants. He had hot little trunks on, and they were stuffed with
hard dick. My eyes locked on it, and I wanted to touch it so bad, but Danny
beat me to the punch, sitting up close again to pull my open jeans down.

"Yeah, nice, Cole," he said, looking up at me with a quick smile. "Just
like your bro said."

I gave Reece another pleased smile, feeling the little-bro kid inside me
again, but in a good way, and he smiled right back in a way that made my
cock hum. Even more when Danny ran his palm over it, over the long tent in
my underwear, palming the head of it through the fabric, making it leak.

"Oh yeah, dude," he grinned, then he leaned in close and pressed his lips
to the spot where I was leaking, half-kissing, half-suckling on my cockhead
through my shorts, squeezing my hips as I tried not to moan too loud.

I didn't even notice Reece getting up, but suddenly there he was beside me,
real close, his hand rubbing over my ass and squeezing it, his breath warm
on my neck as he murmured to me.

"Told ya this'd be cool, Coley," he said, and in a situation like this, I
found myself liking the old, kiddy nickname for me again. I looked at him
and he was looking right into me, felt like, just like the look last summer
that had gotten us real close, and then we both leaned in and I got to kiss
him again, for the first time since then. Fuck, he was just as awesome as I
remembered, his tongue all warm and thick and wet and knowing, one hand
cupping my ass as he gave me the warmest, deepest kiss, all brotherly and
sensual at the same time. I reached up to his cheek as we got sucked into
the kiss, feeling the crispness of the scruffy winter beard he was growing
in, and I was just about the happiest dude on the planet right then.

I reached down to feel Reece's nice muscly ass, and found he was already
out of his jeans, down to his boxer briefs too. Then I felt the sudden
coolness on my cock, the air hitting the spit-soaked fabric stretched tight
over it as Danny took his mouth off of it. Danny kept one hand on my hip as
he reached over and started to lick the length of Reece's cock through his
undies, then encased the tip in his mouth just like he'd done to me, as
Reece growled deeper into my mouth.

"Yeah fucker," Reece grunted down at him when we separated, his hand
cupping the back of Danny's head, pulling him in tighter in a playful, but
undeniable way. Then he leaned in close to murmur in my ear.

"Still cool?" he murmured, and I nodded. "Good. Check this out."

He looked down at Danny, tilting our cousin's head back so he was looking
up at him, the cocky stud suddenly all worshipful-looking, which was a real
trip.

"You're gonna blow us both tonight, right bro?" he said to Danny, and fuck,
it was an even bigger trip seeing my laid-back, friendly big bro get that
sexy kind of edge to his voice, firm and manly and
direct. Undeniable. Danny leaned back from his cock, looking up at him with
a glint of challenge in his eyes, like he was considering it. But then he
grinned up at him, then me.

"Yeah, I think I just might," he said, voice all thick with spit, and then
he leaned in and ran his tongue along first my bulge, then Reece's. My
cousin, the cocky bro slut. Unfuckinbelievable.

"I know you will, cuz," Reece said, and there was the contrast, right there
in his voice, all warm and playful and friendly, and firm and undeniable
too. "Hopefully a lot more, all of us. But they're gonna be looking for us
soon, so we better get to it, yeah?"

Danny chuckled, but he was already reaching for our waistbands, and then
Reece was reaching for me again, his hand turning my face to his as he
leaned in to meet me in another dynamite brother makeout while our cousin
stripped us down the rest of the way.

I felt like a king, my ass sprawled out on the couch, my brother beside me,
his arm stretched out behind my neck as we watched Danny kneeling down to
service us both. Me and Reece hadn't gotten into this yet, but I'd been
blown a few times now, and it was never as good as this. For such a cocky,
confident bro, Danny sure knew how to suck a mean dick, alternating between
me and Reece as we watched him, sucked face with each other, went back to
watching him, then sucked some more face. Danny looked happy as a clam,
bobbing up and down on our spit-soaked cocks, one in each fist as he
switched back and forth. He was playing our cocks right to the brink -
quicker for me than for Reece, I guess, but still, he wasn't far behind me,
judging by the way the long muscles of his thighs flexed and tightened, the
way his head dropped back against the couch and his eyes closed - and then
backing down, which was hot and frustrating all at the same time. He kept
up the eye contact, and there was his usual cockiness there, the hint of
that smartass smile around the edges of his stretched lips as he slid them
up and down our hard bro cocks. Such a hot fuckin' contrast.

Reece shot a look at Danny's bedside clock, then looked toward the door to
Danny's room. I'd forgotten completely about everyone and everything else,
like I was on Bro Cocksucking Island or something. Well, I hadn't sucked
anyone's cock. Not yet, at least. But more and more, I was getting ideas.

"You're good for a couple loads, right bro?" Reece said to me with his lazy
smile, casually cupping the back of Danny's head as our cousin worked up
and down the wet length of him. Reece's arm shifted against the back of my
neck, and his fingertips sought out my nipple, stroking it, making me grunt
and squirm as he smiled. I nodded back as I took my spit-sticky cock more
firmly in hand.

"Then let's get you taken care of, so we can all come back and see where
the rest of the night takes us, yeah?" he said, and with that look, that
tone of voice, my brother could have talked me right off the edge of a
cliff. Below us, Danny let out a noise that sounded a lot like approval,
then came up off Reece's cock with a deep *sluuuuurrrrrppppp* and a sharp
intake of breath. His lips were puffy and spit-shiny and smiling as he
knocked my hand off my cock and replaced it with his, looking me right in
the eyes with that hot cocky-hungry look of his.

"You're bunking in with us tonight, fucker," he said, his voice all thick
again. "Forget the rec room."

He fixed me with a firmer look, more serious.

"And don't think I'm just gonna blow you all fuckin' night, either," he
said almost sternly as Reece chuckled. "You wanna hang with the big boys,
you gotta play like the big boys."

I sat up, bending over almost double to get up close to him and give him a
direct look right back, feeling every bit the man I was growing into.

"I'm down, bro," I said, nodding, reaching for his chin. "For anything."

Danny grunted as I kissed him, hard and hungry and wet, his fists beating a
quick rhythm on me and my big bro's cocks. His tongue tasted like cock,
like my hand tasted after I jerked off with it, a mix of me and my
brother's cock flavors on his tongue and lips and in his spit. I realized
this was as close as I'd gotten to tasting Reece's cock, and that was a
situation I aimed to rectify by the time we packed our shit back into the
Tahoe and headed for home in a few days' time.

"Finish him off, cuz," Reece said, all deep and low and sexy, as he cupped
the back of Danny's head, bringing him out of the kiss and guiding him down
to my cock, my brother taking over kissing duties from our cousin as he
grinned at me and then fed me his tongue and his soft, moist lips. Danny
grunted happily as he swirled his tongue round my cockhead, then slid his
expert lips down over it, past it, back down the path he'd set down the
length of my throbbing cock with his spit, and got right back to work.

Reece wasn't kissing me just to kiss me - he knew what he was doing, and
though that was definitely a part of it, I knew he was also covering my
mouth and stifling my moans. Good move, because Danny was drawing some real
big noises out of me, all the noises I usually tried to keep quiet when I
jerked off back home, only amplified bigtime by his expert tonguework on my
cock. Reece had told me about edging when we'd first jerked off together
down at the beach, and I'd been working on it ever since, trying to make my
stroke sessions go longer, make my orgasms harder, my cumloads bigger. But
I'd also never been blown like this - hadn't really been blown that much at
all - and the hot bonded bro vibe, the closeness of my brother, the way he
was kissing me, the awesome intensity of Danny's lips and tongue working
almost the full length of my shaft as he palmed my churning balls, was
enough to take me right to the top of the rollercoaster ride.

"Go ahead, little bro," Reece murmured against my lips, soft and
encouraging and hot. "Shoot your load. There's more to come. Give Danny
your nut, so we can show you more."

He rolled my stiff tit between his thumb and forefinger, just as Danny's
wide, wet tongue massaged the underside of my cockhead, in that special
spot that got every man off. Reece covered my mouth with his again, knowing
what was coming, feeding me all his tongue as I started to holler into him,
my balls humming in Danny's massaging hand, my cock starting to get that
particular throb. Then I was over the cliff edge with these two hot
fuckers, pumping my young cum into Danny's hungrily swallowing mouth, down
his throat, as he growled encouragingly, feasting on my hot shots, Reece
moaning into my mouth too now, my big bro and my cousin working together to
give me the single finest, hardest orgasm of my young life.

I was still quivering all over, twitching against Reece's arm, my breath
all fast and raggedy, as Danny rose up, cheeks bulging a little, his lips
glazed with trails of my cum and his spit. I gaped at him as he winked at
me, then leaned into my brother, Reece leaning up with his smiling lips
parting, meeting our cousin in a hot, grunting, wet-noisy kiss.

*Oh my God, they're sharing my cum!!!* I thought, my cock twitching in
response, watching them hungrily trade tongues and spit and my load.

"Oh fuck, you guys are nasty," I murmured, awed and a little jealous and
eager to try that for myself, as they chuckled in their hungry, nasty kiss.

When they finally separated, Reece winked at me as he swallowed, making my
cock twitch full-length again, but I didn't have time to think any more
about that, because Danny was tilting my chin up, already coming in hot
with his sticky lips to kiss me. I moaned at the taste of my seed all heavy
in his spit, and he moaned right back as we pigged out a little
together. Finally he pulled back, ruffling my hair again, smiling at me.

"You taste good, bro," he said, swiping the back of his hand over his lips,
looking at the streaks left on his skin, then winking at me as he licked
them up. Shit. I said I was down for anything, but I didn't know how much
more of these two I could take.

I looked at his cock as he stroked it, all big and hard and angry-tipped,
gleaming with precum, and felt that low, deep hunger down inside of
me. Reece's equally big, hard, wet-headed cock beside me just amplified
it. I guess they saw it all over my face, as they chuckled, Reece standing
up next to Danny.

"Soon, little bro," he said. "You'll get what you want."

"We all will," Danny said, snaking his arm round Reece, pulling him in
tight, smacking his hard cock against Reece's thigh. "It's what Christmas
is all about, right? `Tis the season to get your jollies."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, the smooth reappearance of cocky,
smartass Danny. But then again, that Danny had never really left this whole
time - he'd just slipped into the background, as the cock-hungry part of
him stepped forward.

"C'mon, let's go wipe some of the sex smell off of us," Reece said,
reaching down for my hand to pull me up, Danny taking the other one.
"They're gonna expect us for cookies and eggnog and a present-opening
pretty soon. Don't wanna smell like a bunch of sailors on shore leave."

"And the sooner we get done with all that, the sooner we can get back up
here, and see just how cool you are, Cole," Danny said, stroking my flank,
down to my ass, letting me know just how much more there still was for us
to do with each other. I was ready for all of it, I was pretty sure, and
more than ready to show these guys that I could run with the big boys.

*** To be continued... ***