Rabbit Hole

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: – Playing With Dan

By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

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This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.

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My son Channing and I continued down Interstate 77 on our way to our new home in Columbia, South Carolina. We had just experienced another transcendent visit to a celestial place we call the Garden of the Western Wind. We learned the name of one of our spirit guides. He is Dogoda (DOH-go-dah), the god of the western wind and compassionate love.

Dogoda and his as-yet-unnamed Chinese companion showered us with limitless love and blessings, encouraging my son and me to share our love with other true loves to bring them into the garden with us.

I had been recounting stories from my teenage years leading up to the time Chan was conceived. While telling him about how I was learning to understand that I was gay by masturbating to thoughts of Christopher Atkins, Chan had masturbated himself to a wonderful orgasm, and he fellated me to an ineffably pleasurable orgasm. Our friend Dogoda took over control of the truck so that we could concentrate on each other.

After Chan swallowed my load, I sat in relaxed silence for a few minutes. Several big rigs passed us, and at least a few drivers or passengers seemed to notice the naked teen licking and kissing his naked father's penis and my fondling of my son's splendid ass. We were happy for them to witness our love. Most of the passersby smiled and nodded knowingly – or jealously. A few were too shocked to have any wordless communication with me at all.

Chan sat up, and I immediately yearned for him to lie in my lap again. But he sat close to me on the bench seat and kissed my cheek sweetly. He smelled like cum. I wanted to lick him all over.

Instead, he licked my cheek and probed my ear with his broad and talented tongue. I froze for a minute at the realization of the new dimensions of his tongue and then decided to just go with the flow. Dogoda and his companion saw fit to effect several changes in our bodies to enhance our lovemaking.

I asked in a resigned voice, "You have Dave's talented tongue now, don't you, Bunny?"

"I think I do, dad. Do I sound different? It feels funny in my mouth, but I can't wait to get this tongue into your anus."

I moaned and felt my penis plump. "No, Bunny, you don't sound any different. I can't wait for your tongue to be in my anus too. I can't wait to suck on it and feel it tickle my throat. I'm sure you will get used to it very quickly, just like all the other blessings you've received from our friend Dogoda."

Chan lay his head on my shoulder as I continued down Interstate 77. "I just want my body to be perfect for you, dad. I want to give you all the pleasure I can to show you all the love I have for you."

I patted and rubbed his firm, muscular thigh. "Oh, Bunny, please don't change anything for me. You give me more pleasure than I know what to do with, and it's not because you have a beautiful, sexy body, which you do. It's because you have a heart filled with love. You are my perfect lover, Bunny. Always and forever. I hope I am your perfect lover too. It's all I want."

Chan sighed as he snuggled up to my side, careful to allow me to drive without impediment. "We are perfect together, aren't we? We will be each other's perfect lover forever and ever."

I glanced at the bedraggled Mr. Bunny sitting on the dashboard. His little plastic eyes, which had been rather dull and scratched, seemed to twinkle as he smiled at us. I must be projecting my love for Chan onto his favorite toy.

I agreed with Chan that we would always be together. I wasn't sure exactly how that was going to happen, but I had no doubt that it would happen.

After another couple of minutes of silence, Chan prodded me to continue the story of my teenage years.

"So, dad, what happened after your second masturbatory visit with Chris Atkins?"

I had to chuckle once more at my son's innocent yet direct way of getting to the point.

I continued regaling him with my story:

 

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I opened my eyes after my second go-round on the beach with Christopher Atkins and looked around my room. I saw my brother Dan standing in my open doorway smiling at me. He was naked, and his relaxed cock hung about five inches below his trimmed light brown pubic hair.

I totally forgot he was coming home for fall pacing break. I smiled back.

He walked toward my bed.

"Dude, I've been standing here forever waiting for you to finish. It looks like you made a quart of cum. Look, your balls are all shriveled. What were you fantasizing about?"

He grabbed my scrotum to verify his assessment of my balls. I felt my thighs spread unconsciously to give him easy access to whatever he wanted to touch.

I told him my fantasy without hesitation, "I was dominating Christopher Atkins from `The Blue Lagoon.' We were on a beach and were making out and made each other cum. I tortured his tits."

I gestured at all the cum covering my body as if to indicate the evidence of what I just told him. Then I locked my fingers behind my head and sighed deeply with my eyes closed, my cum-soaked body completely exposed to my brother.

"Dan, ... I wonder if I might be gay."

My brother laughed as he swatted my right hip with the back of his hand to get me to scoot over.

I moved to the center of the bed, and Dan lay down his naked six-foot-one-inch soccer-toned frame next to me and propped himself on his left elbow, supporting his head with his left hand. I didn't give him all that much room, so he was pressed against me.

He moved his right leg over mine to balance himself, causing his penis to press against my upper thigh. He showed no signs tumescence. My penis was still plump and leaking.

"So, let me get this straight: you just came, like, a bucket of cum," he said as he started tracing his index and middle fingers through my cum, beginning at my pubic bone and making a lazy tickling slalom up my torso.

"You made a bucket of cum thinking about a little S&M with Christopher Atkins, and you think you might be gay? Really? You wanna think a little more on that?"

Dan stopped to lick his cum-soaked fingers. That surprised me. He is six years older than I, so we weren't extremely close in the past couple of years, but I know we both like to eat our own cum. But I never knew Dan to eat anyone else's cum. I never saw it, and he never mentioned it.

After cleaning my cum from his fingers he continued, making another slow swipe up my body to gather more. There was plenty left. Get it while it's hot.

I was mildly ticklish, but I willed myself not to recoil at Dan's fingers dancing all around my torso. I loved that he was so willing to touch me and eat my ejaculate.

"You think you might be gay. Little brother, you are definitely gay. I would say you are 100 percent gay.

"By the way, what have you been eating or drinking? Your cum tastes like pineapple and coconut."

My eyes flew open. Dan had finished his second pass and brought his fingers up to my mouth this time.

I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers. Well, I'll be damned! It sure as hell tasted like pineapple and coconut. How is that possible?

Dan gestured at my stomach.

"It's good, right? Much better than mine. Do you mind if I have more?"

I laughed.

"Help yourself. I'm gonna have some too."

Dan licked cum directly off my stomach. What the hell is going on?

He continued to lick the area below my navel as I wiped the cum from my face and ate it. The next thing I knew I felt my brother's mouth on my penis, cleaning off the remnants of my explosive orgasm. I felt his tongue swirling around my cock, probing for precious nectar.

Then he sucked my balls into his mouth one at a time. They felt hollow, I had ejaculated that much.

Dan stopped licking and sucking and pulled a hair from his mouth.

"You're getting a nice blond bush down there, bro. You should let me trim it for you. Your boyfriend will appreciate it."

He returned to feeding off me, moving above my navel. I was competing for the remaining cum.

"I don't have a boyfriend, asswipe."

"Well, once the boys find out how good your cum tastes, you'll be beating them off with your little stick here."

He wiggled my penis between his thumb and index finger. It was the first time I remember him touching me like that. We always grabbed each other's dicks in the pool, and, sometimes when we showered together, but this was different.

My cock was already plump from his oral laving, now it was flat out erect once again.

Dan knelt on all fours, his knees straddling my right thigh. I looked down and saw his five inches still mostly limp.

How could he have sucked my cock and balls, and eaten my cum and not gotten aroused? Dan was straight. For sure.

But then why is he sucking my cock and balls? Why is he eating my cum? All this is extremely new and bizarre. I'm not sure what to think.

Dan looked up at me.

"I think we got you cleaned up pretty well. Let's go downstairs and watch some TV until the parents get home."

"My hair is matted, and I feel kind of crusty."

"You're fine. Besides, you're young enough that mom won't yell at you. Dad keeps telling her that you can't tell a teenage boy not to masturbate. He'll explode.

"When I was your age she used to preach to me about what was in `the Catechism.' Dad used to admonish her that it does not apply to people going through puberty. I don't think mom talks about the Catechism much anymore.

"Funny thing is, dad masturbates too. I saw him doing it over the summer and sat down to join him. We've flogged our logs together a few times before I went to South Bend. It was fun. He enjoyed it too, I know."

I was shocked. We continued down the steps to the living room.

"No f-ing way, Dan! Do you think he confesses it to Fr. Antonio?"

"Dude, I don't know. I don't care. It's none of my business. All I know is that, if you have a penis, you're going to masturbate. No use fighting it."

Dan plopped his naked ass down on the couch. I slid my naked ass in next to him and hugged him, resting my head on his chest.

"Thanks for being a terrific big brother."

"You make it easy. I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too."

I felt him suck the remnants of cum out of my hair as he turned on the TV.

"You are so weird."

"Yup."

I melted into him, completely content. He was right: mom didn't say anything about the remnants of cum in my hair and on my body. As a matter of fact, I seem to remember a trace of a smile as she looked at me. I think she was as glad as I that I had an older brother to walk me through the travails of puberty. We stayed undressed for the entire night. Dad joined us when he finished his evening shower.

Dan stayed home for three days. He hadn't planned on coming home, but the coaches encouraged players in families and communities affected by 9/11 to go home for at least a couple days to spend time with loved ones.

I was glad to have him around. My family is kind of weird. Dan helped me figure out that sometimes weird can be good.

For all the extremely conservative religious positions my parents had had, casual nudity around the house was never a big issue. We didn't live a full-time nudist lifestyle per se, but we usually spent our mornings naked as we were getting ready for work and school.

If one of us ended up taking a shower in the evening, or sometimes even after school, we would usually just stay naked for the rest of the day. No big deal. My mom participated as well.

The attitude came from my mom's side of the family. They were German and part of the Freikörperkultur [free body culture] movement. But dad enthusiastically embraced it too. He became more enthusiastic than mom.

Our summer visits to cousins on mom's side always involved naked recreation. If we got naked during a visit to either of dad's sisters' places, we would be gently encouraged not to run around like naked savages. We would run around like clothed savages instead.

My dad's side was Polish and, though they weren't uptight, they were nowhere near being free body people.

We lived in a Cape Cod house with one bathroom on the first floor. My parents' room was also on the first floor. Dan and I had our bedrooms upstairs, so we'd have to go downstairs for showers and other bathroom business.

My dad put a second bathroom with a shower in the basement when Dan was twelve, and I was six. Dan was getting involved in more sports and showering more often, so dad and some buddies made us a little locker-room setup down there.

Since the time I was three or four, I slept naked. We all did. When we got up in the morning, we just went about our business in our natural state.

Dan and I often left our bedroom doors open, so we'd see each other come and go all the time. Sometimes I would go over and sleep with him. Actually, sleeping with my strong big brother was one of my favorite things to do.

I liked it when Dan started getting erections. Up until then, I don't think I had seen my dad with an erection, even though I'd see him naked virtually every day, so Dan's erections were extra special. If he had one in bed, I would play with it and pull it in different directions to examine it. He generally didn't mind unless I got too rough. He would laugh at my obsession with his penis. I quickly learned every square millimeter of his body. I mastered how to hold his penis so that he would smile and moan. He never stopped me, but I don't think he ever reciprocated either.

As he hit puberty, he started having erections all the time and, eventually, wet dreams. Once I realized he wasn't peeing himself, I thought it was pretty cool and actually liked it when he would ejaculate on me during the night. I would try to position myself so that, if Dan were to ejaculate in his sleep, it would go all over me. I still like a good cum bath.

When he was fourteen or fifteen, he decided he didn't want me sleeping with him anymore. I complained to my parents that he was being selfish, but they took his side and said that a boy his age needs a little privacy. I couldn't imagine why. We shared everything, including a fondness for his penis.

As a consolation prize, my dad encouraged Dan to cuddle with me in my bed until I fell asleep, then go over to his own bed. I missed being covered in his cum during the night, but I consoled myself by falling asleep caressing his penis almost every night.

Even if Dan had a wet dream in his own room, he'd have to come downstairs – or the basement – to shower, baring his mess to the rest of us along the way. If he didn't have a wet dream, he would usually come to breakfast with a boner.

Mom questioned whether he should parade around with an erection. Dad asked if he should leave his penis upstairs instead. He said it's just a natural thing that happened to boys of a certain age. He told me it would start happening to me too soon enough. I was glad.

I hoped my penis would be like Dan's and I could have as much fun with mine as I did his. I hoped mine would be as pretty.

When I started getting morning wood, nothing was ever said. Just the opposite in fact. My father remarked a couple time that my penis was growing to be an impressive organ. He said I was sure to make some girl very happy one day, the same way he makes mom happy.

I did not want to hear about him making mom happy. But I appreciated that he noticed me. I was growing very fond of my penis as it was growing in length and girth. Even back then I doubted that I would ever make some girl happy with it.

Dan's second day home on pacing break was a Friday. I begged my mom to let me stay home from school to spend time with my brother. I was shocked that she agreed. She said that I could skip school, but I couldn't go out in public because I was "sick." I agreed to her terms.

Since it was a Friday, she had to work a full 11-7 shift at the bank. Dad had to work too. I turned off my alarm and slept in. When I woke up, I looked over to Dan's room, and he was still asleep. I resolved to continue the scientific investigation of my sexual orientation, even though Dan had already assured me that my Kinsey score was higher than the average bear.

I tried running different scenarios through my head involving girls from school, girls from when I used to go to church, girls from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Freaks and Geeks, or from the Gilmore Girls.

I thought about Jeff Probst of Survivor. He was taking me to a tropical island where I would be alone. Except I was wasn't alone. Suddenly Chris Atkins was there.

What. The. Fuck? Always Chris Atkins!

I replayed a similar scene from the day before where Chris insists I abuse him for my pleasure. I got into it, even more this time, but with the same earth-shattering ejaculation.

Jeff Probst stood by as I was fucking Chris in the ass while torturing his nipples, balls, and penis. That boy really does like to have his penis pinched, and balls slapped around! And again his beautiful blue eyes never broke our gaze as he submitted to my every desire.

His arms were out straight in acceptance of whatever fate I decided for him, but his legs were gently wrapped around me as I fucked him, he spread his knees wide to allow me to punish his genitals if I wished.

He achieved his orgasm as I was pinching and yanking his foreskin. I held up his lovely raw penis so he would ejaculate all over himself. He used his ass muscles to massage my penis to an incredible orgasm simultaneously.

I finished by doing Chris the favor of cleaning him up by peeing all over him. He luxuriated in it, still with his arms out at his sides, mouth open and grateful for my offering. I even put my dick back up his ass and peed in there too.

My magic carpet returned me to my bedroom.

I think there was even more cum on me today than yesterday, but I least I didn't hit the headboard today.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," I heard Dan say as he was pandiculating in my doorway. I just laughed and moved over to make room for him. My dick was still pumping out the last of my load onto my stomach as Dan got on my bed.

He knelt over me and asked, "Does it still taste so good?"

"I don't know. Find out for yourself."

There was no small talk. Dan went right for my drippy hard dick. It was excruciating to feel him suck the last of my jizz out of my dick. He kept sucking and running his lips and tongue over me.

I tried to push him off. It was too much.

But he wouldn't relent. Soon I felt another orgasm building, It felt like my entire body was being electrified. I was overwhelmed. I think I blacked out momentarily. I tried my best not to yell since mom was downstairs, but I kept moaning.

As I regained consciousness, Dan let off my penis and started sucking my balls. He lifted his head to smile at me and say, "You're welcome, little brother. Oh, and it is still delicious." His lips were slightly plumped from sucking me, and they were coated in his saliva and my semen. I looked adoringly at my brother for several moments.

I regained my presence of mind and tasted some cum from my face. Dan was right: still delicious.

"Dan?"

No response.

"Dan?"

He hummed with my balls in his mouth. Wow. Wow, wow, wow!

"Dan!"

"What, little brother. I'm busy."

"I want to suck you now."

Silence. After a minute Dan started shifting without taking his mouth away from my balls.

Suddenly his cock was hanging above my face.

My first administration of a blowjob was going to be my brother, and it was going to be a sixty-nine. I was thrilled.

Dan's penis is about five inches long when flaccid, but grows to about six and a half inches hard. It is moderate in girth, about four and a half inches.

I started by examining the candidate. I may be biased, but I think my brother has one of the most beautiful penises in the entire world. Every bit of it is beautiful. I can't overstate how much I love my brother's penis. I wanted to treat it with all the respect it deserved.

His balls were carefully shaved and felt full. His testicles seemed to be more distinct than mine: two individual reservoirs of sperm. He kept his pubic hair trimmed very short. I decided I would take him up on his offer from yesterday to trim mine.

I started tasting his balls. He had a slight musk from overnight sweat. My tongue explored into the joint of his inner thigh and his scrotum. Delicious. Dan's penis began to extend to its full size as I moved from his balls to the base of his shaft.

I did my best to keep my enthusiasm in check and really take my time giving my brother pleasure. I had no experience, but I had instincts. I remembered the golden rule: suck unto others as you would have them suck unto you.

Dan once again took my twice-spent cock into his mouth. We were both willing to learn by example. I was surprised and pleased to feel myself get another erection. I wasn't sure I would cum again, but I was going to enjoy the not cumming as much as possible.

My tongue made its journey along the silk road of my brother's penis to arrive at his beautiful head. I explored and stimulated to the best of my abilities. My abilities were apparently pleasing to Dan because he was again humming around my dick and I felt his warm breath as he breathed through his nose.

I took my brother into my mouth for the first time and held still. I luxuriated in the moment and didn't want to rush. My tongue lapped at his piss slit. I tasted a slight residue of urine in there. It came from Dan, so I was fine with it. Hell, I loved it.

My tongue spiraled down to encircle his glans, and he mimicked my actions. If I were doing as well as he, I was making my brother very happy. I started sucking more of his six and a half inches into my mouth, unsure how I was going to accommodate all of it.

I gagged as the tip of my brother's penis hit the back of my throat and quickly reversed course. I tried it a few more times with the same result.

Dan pulled off me and advised that I imagine swallowing a popsicle and breathe through my nose to make sure I don't aspirate my saliva. I wasn't sure what "aspirate" meant, but I did as instructed.

Dan's penis was successfully lodged in my throat. It felt weird and kind of uncomfortable. I kept breathing through my nose as I instinctively tried to swallow. My continuing peristalsis elicited a grateful moan from Dan.

Oh, now I get it!

He fit nicely into my throat, and I was determined to perfect my deep-throating technique if it gave my brother so much pleasure. Our sixty-nine position aided the fit. I swallowed a few more times before pulling back. After some more love from my tongue, I pulled Dan back into my throat by grabbing his ass. Soccer does miraculous things to glutes. Each one felt like an over-inflated soccer ball in my hand.

Dan started a slow fucking rhythm all the way into my gullet and then pulling back until my lips sealed around the flare of his glans. I let my hands wander across the muscular marvel that is Dan's ass. He no longer required my guidance, but I required contact with his skin.

My own penis was singing for joy inside my brother's mouth. He had no trouble taking in all of my five (and a little more) inches.

News bulletin: Scientists in Pennsylvania released a report today concluding that Andy Tarnow is definitely gay. One hundred percent gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. Details at eleven.

If this is what gay feels like, I want to be gay. I love being gay. I am going to be as gay as I can be.

Dan's penis was chugging down the track faster and faster on his way to Blissville, his breathing synchronized with his pistoning. I, too, was well on my way to another orgasm. I knew this would be the best orgasm ever because I was sharing it with Dan, whom I loved above everyone else.

Dan pulled back from my throat and started delivering short, rapid strokes inside my eager mouth. His balls were pulling up off my nose. I felt my balls pulling up too. There was probably a half teaspoon left in them, but I sure was going to enjoy delivering my load to my brother.

I felt Dan's head swell, and then the first shot coated my palate. He all but stopped moving as he kept pumping out sweet nectar. I wasn't sure how many time he squirted in my mouth because my brain was frozen in ecstasy.

My mouth was full, and I swallowed twice. Dan's penis slid back down into my throat, and I swallowed a few more times. Wherever he wanted his penis to be, I was happy to accommodate him.

We separated, and Dan spun around to face me, licking his lips.

"Andy, how the hell did you learn to do that? This could not have been your first time," my brother breathlessly praised me.

"It really was my first time, Dan. Really. I guess I was just born to it. I loved it. I love you. You're the best brother ever."

"I know," he said laughing.

"I mean it, Dan. I love you so much. Not just because you have a great penis, which you do, but because you are the greatest brother. Do you enjoy sucking me as much as I enjoy sucking you? I could do that ten times every day!"

"No, I don't really get off on it," Dan replied. I felt a sting of pain in my heart.

"I will admit that I enjoy the taste of your jizz more than my own. But I sucked you yesterday and today because I felt you needed me to.

"I can't really picture myself putting anyone else's penis into my mouth, but I will gladly put your penis into my mouth ten times a day because I love you so much, sweet baby brother."

I thought about it as much as I could think at that moment.

"So you're not gay?"

"Nope. But you are, baby. You are really, really gay, Andy. Super duper gay. Mega gay. Ultra gay."

"I know, Dan," I confirmed.

"So, Dan, you're not gay, but you will continue to suck me? Why"

"Because I love you and I think we need to do this together. I don't know how to explain it, I think that, with you, sucking you is the clearest way of showing my love for you. I'm not saying it right. I'm not good with word-type things like you is," he joked.

"You're doing fine, Dan. Just so you know, I will still suck you ten times a day even if you never suck me again. I love you."

Dan turned his face to me and kissed me on the mouth for a couple seconds.

"I love you, too, sweet baby brother. Let's go downstairs to eat breakfast.

We got out of my bed and went downstairs. Our mom was pulling on a windbreaker. She scanned us both, and I was sure she noticed both our faces were slimed, and both our dicks looked well used. She didn't say a word. I really wouldn't have cared if she did. I was sated. She actually smiled again and wished a very good morning to her "two precious sons."

Dan asked her, "Are you off already? It's not even 9:00."

"Yes, dear. I have a doctor's appointment for my annual physical. Well, my three-year physical. If they really think it's necessary to get annual checkups, then insurance should pay for them. It's ridiculous what they charge.

"You two stay out of trouble today. Do you think you can do that," she asked with a smirk?

"I'm not sure about Andy, but I know I'll be a perfect angel," Dan answered.

Mom bopped Dan on the head and started to the door.

She said, "I had better call the police now to let them know how to contact me when you both get arrested. There's oatmeal on the stove. Add some milk if you need to. And make sure the pot is clean by the time I get home."

"Love you too, Ma," Dan said waving and laughing.

"I love you more," I added with a giggle.

With that, she was off, laughing as she closed the door.

Dan said, "Let's eat, and then we can play some video games, and then we'll go outside to kick a ball around."

"Awww. I don't want to get dressed yet," I whined.

"Who said anything about getting dressed, dumbass? Running around naked in the cold will be good for you," Dan reasoned.

It was a clear October morning, but only about fifty-five degrees. I had been outside naked in colder weather than that, so I figured I would survive running around this morning.

We ate our oatmeal, and I happily scrubbed the pot until the stainless steel was gleaming while Dan put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then we went into the living room and played games for about forty-five minutes.

At about 10:00 Dan said it was time to go out and get some exercise. We donned our sneakers that we kept by the back door and headed out to the yard.

We had a small above-ground pool, so our yard was fenced in. Since we swam naked, dad made sure the fence was six feet tall. We also had some arborvitae lining the fences. They were about ten feet tall. The houses on both sides were Cape Cods like ours, so there were no second-floor windows directly overlooking our property.

I'm sure the neighbors could see us running around naked if they looked at just the right angle out their dormer windows on the backs of their houses. If they did see us, they never said anything. Maybe they enjoyed the view.

Our lot was about a third of an acre, ninety by one hundred sixty feet, so we didn't have an enormous backyard, but there was enough room to chase around a soccer ball and practice some skills.

I wasn't terribly fond of, or good at, soccer, but I was terribly fond of Dan and willing to do whatever he wanted. The temperature was in the lower sixties by this time of the morning, so I wasn't uncomfortable, especially since we were on the move all the time. Neither of our dicks plumped up at all since we were too busy running around like naked savages.

Dan tried to help me with ball handling, but I didn't think I was catching on. Eventually our "skills clinic" devolved into a game of tag and tackle. The ground was cold as we went skidding and rolling across the grass.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Mark Staver from the local plumbing supply shop pushing a hand truck stacked with boxes through our back gate. Dan didn't see him and pulled me up by the hand to start chasing me again. I ran in the direction of the delivery guy so Dan would see him.

Mark was two or three years older than Dan he but didn't go to college. They were acquaintances, but never particularly close. I stopped, and Dan ran into me, tackling me to the ground. We rolled to a stop in front of Mark.

I worked free from Dan's grip and stood up. "Hi there, Mark! Whaddya got for us today?"

Mark repeatedly looked from Dan to me and back again. "What the hell are you two doing running around without any clothes on?"

Dan stood up. "Well, see, Mark, it's like this. We're running around without any clothes on. Does that explain things? I'm not sure how to make it plainer than that."

Mark was moderately fit and moderately handsome. Nothing really remarkable, but pleasant to look at nonetheless. He was probably only an inch or so taller than I.

He was wearing dark blue twill shorts with a matching shirt with his first name embroidered on it. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone. His biceps swelled as he worked to steady the load on the hand truck.

I looked him in the eye while I was huffing and puffing. "Don't you ever run around naked, Mark?"

"No, of course not."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not done."

"Well, obviously it is done because Dan and I are doing it. Your assertion is provably false."

Dan laughed. "Watch it, Mark, you're contending with a junior debate team member."

I was undeterred. "So, why don't you run around naked?"

"Just because I never have," he retorted with a smirk.

"Well, you've never done anything until the first time you do it. Drop your load and drop your clothes and play with us for a while. What are you delivering anyway?"

"I've got eight lavatory basins and eight touchless faucets for your dad. I think he is going to be replacing fixtures at the McDonalds and at Mr. Madsen's law office. The rest is in the truck. Your dad said to come in through the backyard because he left the door to garage unlocked back here."

I started walking toward the garage. "Ok, come through here and put them over there in the corner."

Mark did so and then went back for the rest of the delivery. When he came out of the garage, he said he was going to get going.

"But you haven't played naked soccer with us. Are you in a hurry to get going?"

Mark looked to Dan and me. "No, I'm on break now, but I don't know."

"Oh, come on, Mark. Every day you should do something that you've never done before. This can be your new thing for today."

Mark laughed. "What have you done for the first time today, Andy?"

Dan shot me a look, perhaps fearful that I would tell Mark that I sucked my brother for the first time today. I wasn't that dumb.

"My new thing today is going to be playing naked soccer with Mark Staver. If you don't agree, I'm going to have no new experiences today. It will turn out to be a wasted day. You can't let that happen, Mark. I'll be filled with regret. You can't destroy my day like that. It will probably set me up in a foul mood for the entire weekend, you heartless bastard!" I laughed heartily.

Mark laughed too. "Wow, that went from zero to sixty in a hurry. What the hell. I'll play for ten minutes just so Andy doesn't start crying and accuse me of ruining his entire childhood."

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and untied Mark's work boots and pulled the laces loose. Mark started unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it by the fence. Then he toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He stopped with his hands on his belt. "Here goes nothing."

Mark opened his shorts and pulled them, and his boxer briefs off in one swoop, tossing them next to his shirt. He stood completely naked with his hands on his hips, looking from Dan to me and back again.

"Oh Mark," I retorted, "Don't sell yourself short. I wouldn't call it `nothing.' I'd just call it `not much.'"

Mark rolled his eyes. He had nothing to be ashamed of, which is why I felt comfortable making a joke. He was about six inches long while flaccid. He seemed about average in thickness.

He had dark brown hair lightly dusting his torso and a lightly trimmed pubic bush. His legs appeared to be pretty much hairless. His stomach was flat and tight. He had relatively small, but nicely-rounded pectorals, and firm shoulders. He looked unsure what to do.

Whomp!

Dan kicked the soccer ball into Mark's stomach. He barely flinched and grabbed the ball before it hit the ground.

Dan said, "Okay, it's you and Andy against me. There's your goal. There's mine." He pointed to opposite ends of the backyard.

Mark obviously played soccer before. He might have been on the high school team, but I didn't recall Dan ever talking about him. He handled the ball with grace and assurance. We passed it back and forth while trying to work our way to our goal.

Dan's competitive nature kicked in, and he seemed to be covering both of us at once. We played a hard-charging game, but nobody lost their sense of fun. I actually enjoyed playing, probably for the first time.

After about twenty minutes of constant play, with a score of Dan 3, Losers (as Dan dubbed us) 2, Mark fell over Dan trying to foot wrest the ball from him. Dan landed on top of Mark. They ended up looking as if they were in a passionate embrace.

I took in the sight as all three of us panted in exhaustion. Mark started smacking Dan's solid ass and told him he had to get back to work. Eventually, Mark stopped spanking and let his hand come to rest on Dan's ass.

Dan raised himself on his elbows. "Are you sure? There's still a chance you could tie the score. Or maybe you just wanna lie here and feel my ass?"

Mark's hand recoiled, realizing that he was subtlely caressing my brother's glutes. But then he put both hands back on Dan's ass. "Well, Dan, you do have quite a firm ass, I gotta admit."

Dan laughed and rolled so that Mark was on top. Dan started feeling Mark's ass. "You don't have anything to be ashamed about in the butt department, buddy. This is some fine meat back here." Dan kept rubbing Mark's ass.

I couldn't be left out. I walked over to them. "Boys, boys. You need an impartial judge. Allow me to decide which of you is more of an ass. I mean which of you has a better ass."

I lay on my back in the cold grass. "Dan, why don't you go first?" I put out my arms, beckoning him to lie on top of me. Dan rolled Mark off him and lay down on me. "How's this, Andy?"

"Give me a minute. I can't rush this. It's too important." We all started laughing again. I took my time feeling my brother's ass, even though I was very familiar with it already. I commented aloud on its size, shape, and firmness. I rubbed it and noted the amount of hair.

"This ass is an `8,'" I proclaimed. "Next!"

Dan got on his hands and knees and blew sloppy raspberries on my belly before motioning for Mark to take his place. Mark was still laughing and didn't hesitate to mount me.

"How's this, Andy," he asked into my right ear.

"Scoot up just a little bit."

Mark did as requested. I felt his penis press into mine. Mark did not attempt to keep any part of him separated from me. On the contrary: he reached through my underarms, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and nuzzled his face into my neck. He wriggled around a little bit, pulling me closer and asked, "Is this better?"

"Yeah, Mark. That's great."

Shit. I felt myself chubbing up. I started feeling around Mark's ass, making similar comments as I did with Dan's, but I had a difficult time concentrating.

I felt Mark's scruff scratch against my cheek. He was nibbling on my ear! His warm breath felt good. I continued exploring his ass even I achieved a full erection.

Mark pulled his legs up on either side of me so that his knees were even with my hips. "Does my ass feel better this way?"

I moaned as he returned to my earlobe and then kissed and licked my neck. I felt his pelvis rocking gently as he rubbed his growing penis over mine.

Dan approached and sat on his haunches with his knees straddling our heads. "I'm calling a foul, Mark. You're trying to influence the judges."

Mark lifted his head and looked at Dan. "You're goddam right I am! I may not have won the soccer game, but I'm going to win this contest."

He put renewed effort into rubbing his very large penis over mine, adding some circular motions to his up-down movements. I kept my hands on his ass, and it felt amazing. I effusively praised his remarkable glutes – and his elegant technique.

Just as I was about to give Mark his score, Dan moved closer and said, "You need to stop talking now, baby brother." Dan started to put his semi-erect penis in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck no," Mark yelled, and, in a flash, intercepted Dan's torpedo, taking him down his throat to the root. It wasn't a particularly remarkable feat since Dan wasn't fully erect, but Mark seemed to be very enthusiastic in his sucking. The sounds emanating from Dan indicated that he would be fully hard in short order.

As Mark rubbed my penis with his and sucked my brother's penis, he lifted up his left hand and started making circular motions to tell me to keep talking. I laughed, moaned, and continued praising Mark's ass. But Dan's balls were now swinging tantalizingly close to my mouth as he face-fucked Mark.

I couldn't help myself from taking my brother's scrotum into my mouth. His shaved sweaty balls were delicious as I laved one and then the other. Dan and I moaned in stereo.

I felt myself getting close. Mark must have sensed it too because he stopped gesticulating with his left hand and found my right nipple. He started pinching and twisting it, just as I had done to Chris Atkins in my fantasy. It had the desired effect.

I thrust against Mark as I expelled what little cum I manufactured in the two hours since my last orgasm. I had to pull off Dan's balls to groan through my orgasm.

That must have triggered Mark, who matched my thrusting while continuing to fellate my brother. He hummed and moaned, setting off Dan too. Mark swallowed several times as I felt substantial amounts of cum being deposited on my abdomen.

Mark finally let Dan's spent cock fall from his mouth, but he kept slow and steady pressure on my dick with his oozing eight-inch monster.

I realized that I was still caressing Mark's ass. We locked eyes and smiled at each other.

Mark swallowed the last of Dan's cum, rubbed his penis along mine a couple of times, and then asked, "So, do I win? Please tell me I'm the winner. I really need the prize money to get myself out of a jam."

I laughed loud and long, all the while pulling Mark's ass, so the pressure stayed on my cock.

"I am ready to announce the final scores," I declared. "Dan scored an 8 with his fine ass. Mark, after a hard-fought battle, your final score is ... 8.5! However, you have been penalized for penile infractions and unsportsmanlike conduct."

I reached between us and squeezed his still-hard penis. "The rules require me to deduct half a point from your score, resulting in a tie. I'm sorry, but no prize money will be awarded today. Better luck next time, Sparky Mark."

"Aw man! That sucks," Mark complained. "Do I at least get a participation medal?"

I stopped rubbing his ass and started pulling him up towards my face by his hips. "I've got a consolation prize for you if you want it."

Mark pumped his fist in the air as he made his way to my mouth. His eight thin inches of penis were coated in a mixture of both our semen. I savored the taste and encouraged him fully into my throat. I concentrated on breathing through my nose as I allowed my natural instinct to swallow to engage. The phallus lodged in my gullet began to receive a rhythmic massage that elicited appreciative groans from Mark.

"Oh Dan, you've done a fine job training your brother, just like a big brother should. Is his ass as skilled as his mouth?"

Dan reached forward to caress my face. "I wish I could take credit, Mark, but Andy here apparently learned all on his own. He sucked me for the first time this morning, and I was shocked at how good he was.

"As far as his butt is concerned, we've never done anything down there."

Mark groaned a couple time, beginning a nice pistoning cycle in and out of my throat. He looked down at me with an appreciative smile. He had almost a loving countenance.

Then Mark turned back to Dan. "Dude, you're his brother. It's you and your dad's job to teach him. You want your precious baby brother to learn from someone who loves him. You don't want him learning from a stranger who might be using him, and who doesn't care about his pleasure – or even his comfort."

Dan sat back on his haunches. "I never thought of it that way. I've never been fucked in the ass, so I don't know how I would teach Andy. Are you experienced, Mark?"

"Oh yeah. I've been watching my older brothers Sam and Frank fuck each other since I can't remember when. When I turned thirteen, I got to join in with them and my dad. We've all been doing it ever since.

"It's harder to find time these days since the three of us are married, but we still love each other a couple times a month."

My eyes widened. The three married brothers still fuck each other? Do their wives know, I wondered?

"Wow, Mark. That's incredible. Do your wives know and approve?" Dan asked, seemingly on my behalf.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they approve of me loving my brothers? I wouldn't have married Becky if she didn't want me to love my dad and brothers. What kind of woman would that be?"

Mark turned back to me. He was picking up speed, and I was doing my best to keep up. He seemed to be enjoying my efforts.

"Andy, you are a wonder! I'm about thirty seconds from jizzing in your throat. Are you ready, my friend?"

I increased my suction and grabbed his hips to show that I was ready and eager for him to cum in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long for my reward. Mark pulled back so that I could work my tongue on his flaring corona. His cock spat three moderate boluses of cum into my mouth. It was slightly bitter but still delicious. I was surprised that he had that much cum left after having blasted all over my stomach a few minutes ago.

Mark pulled his penis from my mouth, letting the tip rest on my lips. I casually lapped up the remnants as I spoke around his dick. "Was that an acceptable consolation prize?"

Mark guffawed. "Oh, I don't know, Andy." He slid his penis over my lips from tip to base and back again. "I guess it will have to do. But I want a rematch sometime. My pride is riding on this."

I laughed and kissed his penis. Mark pulled off me and sat to my side. Dan came around to sit on my other side. They took turns leaning down to kiss me on the mouth. They were not deep kisses, but affectionate and tender expressions of love. I swooned.

Dan sat up. "Mark? I am going back to college Sunday. But I know my cherished brother here will want to learn the ways of anal sex. I don't know you very well, but I feel as if I can trust you. Do you think that – if Andy agrees – that you would be willing to teach him what he needs to know? I don't have that knowledge. And, you're right, I don't want him to learn from someone I don't know or trust."

Mark leaned down to kiss me once again. This time it was a deep probing kiss. I reciprocated, and we stayed engaged for a minute or so.

He sat up. "Dan, I'm honored you would consider me a surrogate brother. Why don't you, Andy and your dad talk about it. Maybe your dad will want to do the honors. If you decide you still want me, I will be happy to adopt Andy as my little brother. Perhaps we can invite Andy to join us the next time my dad, Sam, and Frank get together? You and/or your dad should join us too so that you can supervise."

I sat up and hugged Mark. "You are a very sweet man. We will talk about it this weekend, but it sounds like something I would want to do. But I don't know about my dad. I haven't even told him I'm gay. This might be too much."

Mark pulled back. "You're gay? I didn't know that."

I looked at him incredulously. "What the hell did you think was going on here?"

"I thought we were a few brothers having fun together. That's not gay. That's just guys being guys. Did you think I was gay?"

Mark explained his philosophy on the difference between sexual activity, sexual orientation, and gender identification. It would be a philosophy I would adopt and preach to others.

Mark concluded. "My dad, Sam, Frank and I are all completely heterosexual. We just all enjoy anal sex as a way of sharing a family bond with each other. It's pretty simple, actually.

"Listen, I really, really have to get going now. I will have to work through my lunch break to finish all my deliveries. Look me up in the phone book if you want to talk more, or have me talk with your dad."

Mark got up and went over to the fence to get his clothes. He was dressed in a flash. I went over to tie his work boots, then stood up and kissed him once again. "Thanks for playing with us, Mark. And thank you for considering me your surrogate brother."

Mark kissed my cheek. "Any time, Andy. Good to see you again, Dan. Good luck at Notre Dame. See you."

With that, he was out of the gate and back in his truck.

Dan and I stood in the backyard in a loose embrace on the cold grass, trying to assimilate what just happened. We shrugged at the same time, moving on without really understanding.

"Come on, little brother, let's go in and take a hot shower so I can get to lunch."

I had forgotten that Dan was meeting a couple of former high school buddies for lunch. One was home from college in eastern Pennsylvania while the other was working in town.

I didn't realize how cold I was until we went into the warm house and down to the basement shower.

Dad had built it plenty big enough for the two of us to use simultaneously, assuming we would both be on sports teams and stinky. There was a dressing room with the shower room on one side and a lavatory on the other.

I turned on the lights and the dehumidifier while Dan started the shower to get the water warm. There was a shower head on one narrow wall. On the opposite wall was a built-in bench with a handheld shower on the wall next to it. We would use the handheld when we just wanted to wash our feet after running around. There was plenty of room for us to move around. We entered the shower and huddled together under warm water.

We wrapped our arms around each other and were content just to stand there enjoying being with each other – and the warmth of the shower.

"I really love you, Dan. Thank you for being so great," I told him, trying to hold back tears.

"I love you too, Andy. Thank you for being so great. I can't wait to see the man you are going to become. It's not always going to be easy for you.

"Some people are going to have it in for you because you're gay. Just remember that it is they who have the problem, not you. You are perfect exactly the way you are.

"I will be at your side faster than the speed of light whenever you need me."

Dan moved us so that the water wasn't hitting our heads anymore and took my face in his hands.

"I mean it, Andy. I will fight or kill anyone who tries to hurt you, without any hesitation or regret. You really are perfect, sweet baby brother. I hope you find a man who is worthy of you."

I was openly crying now. I had never felt so much love for anyone as I had for Dan.

"Dan?"

"Yes, sweet baby brother?"

"We better wash each other now before we run out of hot water."

"Right, as always, Andy."

We washed each other, as we sometimes did, not in a sexual way, but just to let each other feel our loving touch. We finished up just as we felt the water getting cooler.

We went back to the dressing room to dry off. Dan headed upstairs to get dressed for his lunch date while I hung up the towels and went to the living room.

"Dan, when you come home I have something to talk over with you," I said nervously.

Dan looked at me with concern. "Is this something I'm going to like hearing?

"I am honestly not sure. I'm still trying to figure out what I think about it," I answered truthfully.

"Ok. We'll talk. You can tell me anything. Anything at all. You know that, right," Dan said, offering reassurance.

"Thank you, Dan. I love you."

"I can stay here, and we can talk now. I don't have to go out," he offered.

"Oh no. No. Go. Have fun. It's not earth-shattering or anything. It's just something I think I need to talk through. Go enjoy. Don't worry."

"Ok, if you're sure. What are you going to do while I'm gone? Are you going to visit Chris Atkins again? I think you're pretty much out of cum for now." Dan said, trying to lighten the mood.

"No. I think I'm going to get some homework out of the way, so I don't have to worry about it over the weekend."

Dan came over to me and wrapped his arms around my naked form and started kissing me all over my face.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I will do anything I can to help you. Never, ever doubt that," he said, squeezing me even tighter.

"Oh my God, who is the nelly queer and who is the soccer stud," I teased him.

Dan released me and headed for the door.

"Get your homework done, you nelly queer stud."

I laughed at him as he left, considering that maybe I could be both queer and a stud if I wanted.

I did have homework to do and went up to my room to get cracking. After more than an hour I came back down for lunch, still nude. I decided I was going to stay naked all day. It had been too long since I'd had a nice naked day.

I heated some beef vegetable soup in the microwave and ate in the living room while watching some mindless courtroom reality show. I made quick work of the soup, settled back into the sofa, and dozed off.

 

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I stopped telling my story and looked over to Channing. He lifted his head off my shoulder and asked why I stopped.

"I thought maybe I bored you to sleep," I told him.

"No, daddy. I like your story. We've never talked like this before. I'm just taking it all in and falling in love with you even more. I think I'm falling in love with Uncle Dan too."

"Oh, Bunny. You're the best thing ever. Thank Dogoda I have you in my life.

"Now, can you grab a bottle of water for me, Bunny baby, sweetie pie, sugar dumpling? I need a drink before I start yammering again."

Chan smiled at me. "Anything you want, nelly queer stud."