By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
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By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
I took several sips of water as I drove down Interstate 77 on my way to our new home in Columbia. I handed the bottle back to my fourteen-year-old son Channing and asked him if he were ready for another installment of me recounting my teenage years and his conception.
He said he was ready whenever I was, so I kept telling him my – and soon to be his – history.
_ _ _ _ _ _
I ate my lunch of microwaved canned soup and fell asleep watching court shows on TV while my brother Dan, who was home for the weekend from his freshman year at Notre Dame, was out to lunch with a few high school friends. I was allowed to play hooky this October Friday to spend time with him.
I am not sure how long I was asleep when I heard the front door open, and Dan calling out, "Andy, baby, we're home!"
I stretched and moaned on the sofa, letting Dan know where I was.
"How was lunch, Dan? Where did you go while I was here by myself eating canned soup," I asked teasingly while slowly coming to life, still not having opened my eyes.
"Oh shit. Sorry," I heard a voice say.
I opened my eyes to see Dan and two other guys standing in the living room looking at me.
I recognized the one guy as Brad, who was a year ahead of Dan in school but decided not to go to college – at least not yet. The other guy looked familiar, but I couldn't come up with his name.
It slowly dawned on me why the nameless guy said, "Oh shit."
"Dan?"
"Yes, Andy?"
"I'm naked, aren't I?"
"Well, Andy, it's difficult to tell just by looking at you, but, if I had to say one way or the other, I would say that, yes, you are indeed naked. Does that surprise, little brother?"
I finished shaking myself awake. I don't know exactly why, but I thought to myself, "screw it, I planned on a naked day, and I'm going to have a naked day."
I sat up on the sofa and looked at the guys.
"Yeah. No. I mean, I'm not surprised. I decided to have a naked day. Apparently, that is what I'm doing." I turned to our two guests. "We don't always bother to get dressed when we're at home, do we, Dan?"
Dan looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment, and then looked back and forth at his friends.
"That's right, guys. We have a pretty relaxed dress code when we're at home. It's no big deal."
Dan kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his sweatshirt and pulled down his jeans. Within ten seconds he was as naked as I. He plopped down on the sofa to my right and threw his arm over my shoulder.
Dan turned and gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "I'll do anything for you. Remember that."
I don't even know a word that can describe how much I love my brother.
The guy who wasn't Brad said, "If we're interrupting something we can hit the road."
Dan said, "Bullshit. Grab a seat. Make yourself comfortable. You've seen me naked hundreds of times. Oh, but maybe you haven't seen my little brother. Brad, Shahin, this is my wee little baby brother Andy." Dan tickled under the chin as if I were a baby, and then vigorously rubbed my belly before continuing the introductions.
"Andy, you know Brad MacMillan. This other loser is Shahin Pouran. You may remember him from the wrestling team. He went to states two years in a row, and now he's wrestling for Lehigh University."
I pushed Dan's hand away from my stomach, waved meekly at the two guys, and started to lose my nerve.
"Sorry, guys if I freaked you out. We can get dressed."
Wham!
Dan smacked me on the head.
"Don't be stupid. We're not getting dressed until we leave the house again. They are big boys. They can handle seeing a penis that isn't their own, right guys?
Brad smiled slyly and said, "I can if you can."
He started undressing and tossed his clothing in the corner. He stood naked and proud. His body was completely unremarkable. He was about five-foot-ten, and could not have weighed more than 125 pounds. His torso was covered in brown hair, and he had a veritable thicket growing around his genitals. I almost laughed.
Dan looked him up and down. "Jesus, Brad! Don't you own trimmers or something? You gotta display the merchandise properly if you're going to make the sale."
Dan gestured to how his own tightly trimmed bush perfectly framed the prettiest penis in the world. I may be biased.
Brad laughed. "Yeah, because all that's separating me from some pussy is a haircut."
We all laughed as Brad sat in the armchair.
"What are you watching," Brad asked me.
"Just some dumb shit court show. That's why I fell asleep. You can put on what you want."
I held up the remote for him to take. He waved me off.
Dan looked over at Shahin.
"Are you just gonna stand there like a dope, or are you gonna join the party," Dan asked in his diplomatic way.
Shahin looked unsure about what to, but then lifted his shirt and slowly raised it over his head. He slid off his loafers and wriggled his way out of a pair of mustard colored jeans that stretched tightly over his muscular ass and thighs. Along with the jeans came the red bikini briefs he had on underneath.
Shahin looked like a Persian statue. He was virtually hairless except for a small patch of trimmed hair above his thick five-inch-long, circumcised penis.
Young Mr. Pouran stood about five-foot-eight and was stacked with tight muscle. I would have loved to have had the opportunity to roll around on a wrestling mat with him. His thick dark hair was parted on the right, and he wore it in a small pompadour.
His skin looked like it was oiled and polished to a golden luster. He looked tan but had no tan lines. I quickly figured out that was his natural pigment and he probably didn't get in the sun very much this time of year.
He had a beautifully sculpted face with prominent cheekbones and soft, full lips.
The nervous wrestler quickly scanned the room looking for a place to sit. Dan patted the sofa cushion next to him and invited Shahin to join us on the couch.
Dan draped his other arm over Shahin and pulled him in.
"This is the life, right guys?"
Dan squeezed both our shoulders. Shahin's cock started to fill out. Dan ignored it and made small talk while gently rubbing both my and Shahin's shoulders. It was mostly he and Brad doing the talking with me chiming in occasionally.
Shahin's penis rose up off his thighs and extended out almost seven inches. Dan still has the most beautiful penis in the world, but Shahin's would be a really, really, really close second. He was blushing fiercely.
Suddenly Dan got a stricken look on his face. He shot up off the sofa and pulled me with him.
"We're getting drinks. What do you guys want?" he asked while pulling me by the arm.
Brad opted for iced tea while Shahin asked for water.
As Dan dragged me into the kitchen, he started whispering, "I'm so sorry. I'll get rid of them in just a minute. Please forgive me. I totally forgot you wanted to have a conversation when I got back from lunch."
I smacked his ass and kissed his cheek.
"Don't worry about it. We have plenty of time. They're not going to stay the night, are they?"
Dan smiled, "I think Shahin would love to, with either one of us. But Brad has got to get to work in a few minutes."
"Well, ok, then, "I reassured him. "No harm, no foul."
We got the drinks together and headed back into the living room. Dan handed Brad his iced tea, and I handed Shahin a bottle of water.
Dan plopped his ass down at the end of the sofa. Not even at the very end. He left enough room on his right that I would have to squeeze between Dan and Shahin to sit. My brother is a prick. I love pricks.
I did squeeze between them and ended up sort of leaning into Shahin's left arm. I decided that I would play along with Dan's scheme. I mumbled something about Shahin's massive arm and shoulder being in the way, so I picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulder.
Dan was engaging Brad in small talk again as Brad kept his gaze fixed on the TV.
The middle finger of Shahin's hand brushed my left nipple. He felt it and recoiled. I grabbed his hand and brought the finger back down, took his middle finger, and made a circular motion around my areola. He got the idea and kept fingering my nipple.
His penis was more than seven inches now, and flat upon his smooth stomach. I could count his pulse by the throbbing of his disproportionate member. My own cock began its climb to my belly.
I sighed and leaned into my Persian prince and stroked his forearm as he continued to play with my nipple. We sat in charged silence for several minutes while Brad and Dan continued their low-grade conversation.
A few minutes later Dan asked Brad what time he had to leave. He looked at the clock on the bookshelf and said, "Five minutes ago."
He jumped up and started dressing. He looked over at Shahin and me and noticed our erections.
"Hey, Bird and little Andy, what's got you guys throwing wood like that?"
"Bird?" I asked.
I turned to Shahin. "They call you Bird?"
"Yeah," he said. My name means `white falcon' in Persian. When these assholes found out about it, they started calling me Bird."
"May I call you `Bird' too?"
"Of course," he told me.
I turned back to Brad. "I don't know about Bird, here, but I'm about to squirt a load sitting next to this gorgeous man." I rubbed the top of Bird's thigh with my right hand and brought his left hand to my mouth so I could kiss it daintily.
"Don't you think he's handsome?"
Brad looked at me like it was a trick question.
"Are you shitting me? Are you one of those guys who likes other guys?"
I wasn't sure where this conversation might be headed. I felt Dan bristle. I remained calm.
"You mean, a `gay guy?' That kind of guy that likes other guys?"
Brad answered, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. One of those. Are you a gay guy?"
I looked over at Shahin and asked, "Do you mind if I demonstrate?"
"No?" he said, having no idea what I was going to demonstrate.
I leaned over and sank my mouth onto the Persian prince's pulsing penis and kept going until I hit bottom. He was lodged in my throat, and I used the swallowing and breathing techniques I had practiced on Dan that morning.
I heard a sharp intake of breath. I wasn't sure whether it was Brad or Shahin. It was probably both.
"Dan, look! Your brother is sucking on that Persian kebab like there's no tomorrow. He went all the way down on it too. I think he might really be gay. He wasn't kidding, was he?"
Dan looked up at Brad. "Nope."
Brad was putting on his jacket.
"See! Ha! They told me that I didn't have the aptitude to go to detective school and join the police force. I can detect as good as anyone!"
Brad then tapped me on the shoulder with a bony finger, and I lifted off Shahin's dick.
"You, Andy Tarnow, are gay!"
Then his poked his finger into Bird's chest.
"You, Shahin Pouran, are also gay!"
Bird blushed and gave the faintest of nods.
"See! I detected the shit out of this situation right here," he said, waving his hand back and forth between Shahin and me. "I could too be a detective."
We all laughed as Brad pushed my head back down to Bird's cock. I took the not-so-subtle cue to continue giving him pleasure.
Dan stood up, and Brad came over and wrapped him in the fiercest hug the scrawny guy could muster. He reached down and grabbed Dan's uncovered ass and started massaging.
"And you, Dan, if you ever turn gay, I'm going to be detecting it all the way from here to South Bend. Keep in touch, you jerk."
Brad let go of Dan and playfully swatted his ass, then patted his face while making a kissy face. He turned to me.
"You, gay Andy, listen up right now."
I pulled up so that only the tip of Bird's cock was in my mouth and met Brad's gaze as I swirled my tongue around the Persian kebab, as Brad called it.
Brad continued, "Dan and I are like brothers. That means you're my brother too. Got it? You need anything while this asshole is away, you call me, you got that? I'm not shitting you. We're brothers. We bleed for each other if we have to.
"You need me to detect something. I'm detecting my balls off. You need a `situation' taken care of? I'm your guy. Nobody messes with my brothers. You got me, bro? Nobody."
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to cry. I smiled meekly around the penis in my mouth.
Brad reached down and patted my cheek the same way he had done to Dan. As he patted and rubbed my cheek, his thumb made contact with the underside of Shahin's penis. His thumb started going up and down on Bird's seven and a half inches as his face got closer to mine. Is Brad going to join me in sucking Bird?
Brad's mouth landed on my forehead instead, and he surprised me by kissing my forehead for several seconds, all the while stroking Bird with his thumb. Bird moaned. I hoped that it was from my oral action as well as Brad's digital action.
Brad removed his lips from my forehead but kept stroking Bird's dick with his thumb. "Jeeze, Bird, that's quite a dick you got there." Brad grabbed Bird's dick in his fist and pulled it out of my mouth. "Hey Dan, look at this dick. It's pretty impressive, huh? And little Andy here took the whole thing in his hole thing."
Dan laughed. "You mean his mouth? Yeah, That's quite a dick. And that's quite a throat."
Brad waved the dick around. "Here, Andy, do it again." He smacked me with Bird's dick. I opened my mouth to take it in, but Brad pulled it away.
"Come on, Andy, stop fooling around and deep throat that thing."
I tried again, but he pulled it away again. I smacked Brad's hand away and grabbed Bird's dick. I opened up, took a deep breath, and sank right down to the base and stayed there, breathing through my nose and massaging the phallus with my throat.
"Holy shit, Andy. You are amazing. I'm so jealous, Bird, my boy. I wish I could get a blow job like that."
I finally released the cock from my throat and said to Brad, "I might consider it if took a sickle to those tumbleweeds around your cock. I don't like to chew on hair."
Brad laughed. "That might just be the incentive I need."
Brad turned to look at Bird, caressed his chin as they shared a look of support and understanding between them, then kissed Bird's forehead as he had done mine. They both realized that Bird had just revealed something of himself that he had kept fiercely hidden. It was an intimate and tender moment. I thought once again that I might cry.
Then Brad slapped Bird's cheek with some force and abruptly turned for the door.
"Now I'm off like a prom dress. See you later. Call me," Brad yelled as he opened the front door.
Dan called out, "I love you, Brad. Forever and ever."
Brad shot back, "Fuck you, dickwad."
He was out the door. Dan busted up laughing and sat back down, and side hugged me.
"Brad is a dipshit, but his heart is as pure as gold."
Dan looked over at Bird. His dick was as hard as ever, but his eyes bugged out somewhat as he processed what just happened. Dan stood up, scooped me off the couch and told Bird to lie down. Then he turned and rolled me out of his arms, so I was over Bird in a sixty-nine position.
My brother is as subtle as a lightning bolt, but I'm not one to resist my fate. I latched onto that yummy penis as if it were magnetized. Bird hesitated for about three seconds, then we were off to the races.
This was not a tender sharing of love such as Dan and I had this morning. This was two horny teenagers getting each other off as efficiently as possible. As we were sucking each other, I felt Dan grab my ankles and pick me up as he slid underneath me to sit on the couch again.
"Make room for Danny," he said laughing as he sat with his naked hip pressing the top of Bird's head.
I was no longer kneeling, but more laid out prone with my cock still in Bird's mouth, but my thighs across Dan's muscular thighs. Dan rested his hand on my ass and said, "Try not to make too much noise. I'm watching TV."
I'll be damned if he didn't actually start switching channels and land on something that caught his eye.
So, here we were: three naked teens on a sofa. Two of us sucking each other. The third one is blithely stroking my ass and watching a pre-Halloween horror movie.
My family is weird.
Within ten minutes Bird grabbed my ass, his fingers intertwining with Dan's, and poured his ejaculate into my mouth. He tasted completely different from Dan and me, but it was still a gooey treat.
It took me another couple of minutes to reciprocate. I don't think my load was much at all because of having cum already several times – on my own, with Dan, and then with Mark Staver – but Bird couldn't seem to get enough of it.
I stayed on Bird's penis but tried not to stimulate it too much. I just wanted it in my mouth. He made no move to indicate he wanted my penis out of his mouth, so I just relaxed onto him as we each suckled the other.
Soon I lifted off my Persian companion and stood up, not sure how to arrange myself. Dan took care of things, as always. He grabbed Bird under the arms and dragged him on his back until his head was in Dan's lap.
Dan's four-inch cock was soft and uninspired under the back of Bird's head. Dan pulled his cock out and let it rest against Bird's ear while motioning me to get on top of Bird.
Dan looked at Bird and said, "Hey, buddy, teach my brother how a man should kiss another man."
Dan gets more points for subtlety. But I couldn't wait to rest on those beautiful pillow lips.
I wasn't sure exactly how to support my weight. My right arm wrapped around Bird's head so my arm was on Dan's lap. As my hand stroked the side of Bird's head, I found Dan's penis. I kept stroking Bird but made sure to show some love to my brother's penis on about every third pass. My left elbow supported me next to Dan's hip. Dan gave no indication that he was uncomfortable or bothered by any of this. I felt his right hand slowly wend its way down my back and return to lightly stroking my ass.
Dan turned his attention back to the movie. I turned my attention to this muscular and handsome son of immigrants from Iran upon whom I was lying.
I thought I knew how to kiss from my sessions with Annie, but this experience was on a completely different level. Bird's tongue was strong and dominant. Annie's felt like a dying goldfish in comparison.
I enjoyed his kiss exponentially more than Annie's. I think he was enjoying it too: I felt his cock stiffening under me. Mine was doing the same. Dan was also a growing boy from my occasional stimulation of him. He just kept watching the movie while stroking my ass. Just another Friday in the Tarnow house.
After ten minutes (fifteen? ninety?) of kissing, Bird and I separated and smiled at each other. I was grinding my hard five (and a little more) inches of eager penis into his seven (and a little more) fat inches.
I went to kiss along Bird's neck but found my lips on my brother's three-quarter erection. Bird turned his head and joined in pleasuring his host's lap. I decided to let Bird have exclusive access to Dan while I started working my way down the Persian man's smooth chest.
I was eager to taste and feel his skin everywhere I could get to it. My mouth and fingers roamed freely around the light caramel skin, pleasuring both him and me.
I hit the end of the sofa as I traveled down Bird's body and my mouth neared Bird's penis, so I knelt on the floor, caressed his hips and went to work on the impressive organ. In my new position, I was able to see how Bird was teasing Dan's cock with his tongue.
A rivulet of precum was trickling down my brother's shaft. Bird assiduously attended to it so that nothing escaped. Dan took the hand that was formerly on my ass and stroked Bird's head.
"You don't have to do that if you don't want to. You can just worry about Andy."
Bird looked up and said, "But I do want to. I have wanted to for years."
"Well, as long as you're sure." Dan spread his firm thighs to give his buddy easier access to his crotch.
I had been deep-throating Bird for several minutes, eliciting moans of approval that translated into pleasant vibrations on Dan's dick. We were all having a great fun time.
I felt Bird's balls pulling up, locking and loading his liquid ammunition. Hit me with your best shot!
Hit me he did. Three or four lovely shots coated my mouth, probably about half the amount of his first load. It was satisfying nonetheless.
I kept my hands exploring my new friend's body, and I pulled off his cock, licking up his post-orgasmic discharge from time to time.
I heard a grunt and looked up in time to see my brother shoot a rope of cum into the air that landed on Bird's face. Several less-powerful spurts landed on Dan's belly and oozed along his penis.
Bird cleaned up Dan. He was a very neat boy.
I remained on the floor trying to tickle Bird, but he was not ticklish anywhere. I moved up to lick the remnants of Dan's cum from Bird's face. Then we shared it in a protracted kiss. I brought both hands up to cradle Bird's gorgeous face, and then let my right hand wander along Dan's thigh.
After about ten minutes of kissing, I rose up so I could kiss Dan to thank him for his support. Bird took advantage of my new position to kiss all around my penis and scrotum. Dan and I kissed deeply for several minutes before I traced my lips down his chest, abdomen, and pubis, then I reconnected with Bird's lips.
We all relaxed as I caressed both my brothers and felt them reciprocate.
While we were in a sharing mood, I decided it was time to have the conversation with Dan that I had requested before he went to lunch. Bird was free to participate too.
I turned to my brother. "Dan?"
"Yes, Andy?"
"I had sex with Annie."
Click.
Dan turned off the TV.
_ _ _ _ _ _
I glanced at Channing to see that his penis was semi-erect, stretched out to about eight inches, lying on his thigh. His glans peaked out from his foreskin.
I placed my right hand on his penis and gave it a loving squeeze. He let out a soft, appreciative moan.
"You love Uncle Birdie, don't you, Bunny?"
"Yeah, dad. Uncle Oliver too. Uncle Bird's penis felt incredible when it was in Pop's ass last night while Uncle Oliver was sucking Pop."
I had to agree. "Uncle Bird is a special man. Besides Uncle Dan, his was the first penis I had in my mouth. I hope he and Uncle Oliver can visit us soon in our new house and we can all four share our love both in our bed and in Dogoda's garden."
I could tell by the pulsing of my son's penis that he wanted the same thing. I removed my hand from Chan after a minute to get back to the tasks at hand: driving, and telling him how he came to be.