Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 03:38:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: "bcslut1992@yahoo.com" <bcslut1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Cul-de-Sac Club - Part I

The first brothers I fucked were twins.

Brett and Todd.

The first time I had them they were 13 and I 16, they on their knees, faces
down, asses up, next to each other, close enough their bodies touched, on
the red shag rug in my bedroom. I was moving my cock back and forth between
them, its bright red head opening one up, then the other, as I replaced my
cock in one with my fingers, back and forth, ass-fucking one while
finger-ramming the other as they moaned, grunted and groaned. Before and
after, there was pure incest, every kind of oral activity and pulsing,
grinding loads.

But we'll get there eventually. Let's start at the beginning.

The twins moved to our street in a typical 1970's cul-de-sac in suburban
Philadelphia and quickly became friends with the rest of us.

This was a sex-drenched street even before the twins, uh, came. I thought
all boys grew up having sex almost every day -- guess not?

There were my next door neighbor. Chad (13), with wild curly hair, who
loved to get naked but was somewhat hesitant to actually do anything -- he
liked to be blown, pretty much all. I did baby-sit him and we had some fun
jerking, etc, and he was enthusiastic about seeing other boys nude. There
was Jimmy (13) a cute blond preppy sort, who was a hungry little slut,
loved to get fucked and sucked like a vacuum, but he was very busy with his
family and all kinds of activities and he went to the Catholic school (all
of us others went to public school) and so we didn't see him that
often. There was Bill A. (15), half-American Indian and seductively dark,
curious but cautious, loved to get sucked and shot huge loads.

There was Chris D. (12), an adopted Vietnamese boy (remember --
70's). Cocky, exotic colored, athletic and constantly horny, who loved to
come to my house and rim me, sticking his tongue in my ass with glee as I
was on my knees or sitting on his cute little face, and then he'd blow me,
deep throating and swallowing my load every time - but no fucking. He was
intense to play with, pulling my body down on himself so he could choke on
my cock, and he had no inhibitions about group play or being naked. Just no
fucking. Well, nobody's perfect.

And most of all my best friend Billy (15) -- he, with his black hair, brown
eyes, skinny, tight, taut, totally smooth body, and I did everything. We
69ed for hours, we did assplay, we fucked like rabbits, we'd sit on each
other's face and come jacking ourselves off, we sucked each others' balls,
we would oil up and rub for hours. He loved it when I'd massage his asshole
as we 69ed, grunting and pushing his butt up against my hand.

We were kinky too. We used belts on each others' ass in spanking and even
good, hard whipping. We tried to use belts as restraints but we figured out
duct tape worked even better, and we could buy it at the little general
store where our little road met the main highway. We also could get carrots
there for ass play if needed though usually a trip to the kitchen solved
that. I loved watching Billy take a shit, him groaning and grunting as he
squeezed out turds, his abdomen heaving, almost as if he was coming, me
caressing his gorgeous, hairless thighs. He let me piss on him and choked
some of it down before getting back to blowing me. We'd deep-kiss each
other as we tore each other clothes' off, we were so desperate to get at
each other. It was heaven. We loved to talk to each other while playing
ball or other games, but when we were having sex, it was all business, just
grunts, groans, and the like.

Billy, though, only rarely played with anybody but me, though he'd play
strip poker sometimes, and he certainly had no limits when he did. We
shared Jimmy a couple of times outside of the others and gave that
tow-headed doll his first spit-roasting as he gasped, his body shaking as
he took two cocks. (Then there was my scout troop but that was a whole
separate set of kids and not relevant here but, oh, those camping trips)

And me? I was 16, that summer, as I said been fucking for years.
Brown/blond hair -- the more I was outside the blonder it got, so by August
it was blond -- blue/green eyes, a solid catcher's build, strong, and more
body hair than all my sex buddies combined. Some of them loved the hair; as
he'd blow me Chris D. would rub my chest. Jimmy sucked my tits so he could
lick the hair.

So when Brett and Todd moved in (between Jimmy and Billy; I was down the
street) we were, of course, curious. Both were white, cute, smooth; Brett
(brown hair/blue eyes) had the sharper, more defined face, lively eyes and
a good sense of humor; Todd (brown/brown) had a rounded face, a very boyish
look, a bowl-like haircut, deep-set eyes and a soft mouth. He was quieter.
Brett was the better athlete (baseball especially; we played baseball
constantly); Todd was an outstanding trumpet player who really made our
middle school band sound better (I played trombone). Their father, a
pleasant if washed-out man, was an engineer and their mother a loud-mouthed
drunk. Since daddy was often not home (couldn't imagine why) and mommy
often "sleeping" (i figured this out much later) they had plenty of time
and were almost always around.

They arrived in mid-June, just after school ended. They quickly joined our
activities: baseball, bike-riding, exploring the creek that ran down to the
railroad station along the river, catching butterflies, baseball card
trading, you name it.

As for our other activities, Chad, Chris D and Jimmy and I agreed almost
subconsciously (I don't remember talking about it) that we'd use strip
poker to try and get them in. We'd seen them swimming in Chad's pool, and
we knew Brett was hung, but despite our best efforts we had not seen them
naked.

We had played lots of strip poker and had our own house rules; one of which
was that the "winner" (best hand) could take any of the losers into another
room and do things with them. This was usually when Chris D blew me, his
jet-black head bobbing in my lap until I shot down his throat. Sometimes
Bill A. or Billy would play, but less often. When Bill A did and he won
he'd take me in the room and have me blow him. When Billy won and Jimmy was
there, Billy would pick Jimmy, take him in the room, and fuck him. Hard.
(we'd hear the whimpering). Right before Brett and Todd moved in, we
started letting the winner take two losers in the other room; I would watch
Chad and Chris D. 69, Chris rimming Chad and Chad licking Chris D's balls
and cock.

However, since I was oldest and it was almost always my house we used
(parents both worked and I had no sisters or brothers) I enjoyed a certain
control over the game and was confident I could finesse things as necessary
to get Brett and Todd naked and see what happened. We knew, from
experience, that some boys would play strip poker and get naked but not do
things in the other room; they weren't invited back. And if that was the
case with Brett and Todd, well, then it was. But Chad, especially, was
desperate to see them naked.

So over the beginning of that summer we, in playing with Brett and Todd, we
slowly began to see how they'd react to our sex games. We played some
grab-ass in Chad's pool. which they seemed to enjoy. We talked about girls,
and they were fairly quiet, though Brett boasted about copping feels of
some tits where they lived before (outside of Detroit). We talked about
being horny and they often agreed.

So in late June, after a baseball game, Chad, Chris D and I steered Brett
and Todd back to my house, where, after lemonade, I suggested a card
game. We played some Go Fish and then Chad, who, as I said, was super-horny
to see the brothers naked, suggested poker. That went over well ... and it
was Brett who said, casually, maybe it would be fun to play for something?

Chad and I quickly exchanged glances and Chris D. said, almost too fast,
"Maybe strip poker?"

That hung in the air. Todd seemed to blush a little but Brett, who we'd
found was the brassy one, said, 'Sure," and Todd nodded.

I had no intention of using "the other room" for the first couple of tries
or even days at it. I wanted to see what would happen. The first hand,
Brett won, without stripping beyond his socks, which frustrated Chad to no
end.

But we got our first look at Todd, who took his underpants off without
hesitation when he lost them (same hand as Chris D. getting naked). And
Todd was very, very pretty. 6 inches or so, tight, pert balls that stuck
close to his crotch, a tuft of brown pubic hair, smooth everywhere else.
Really red nipples. Chad looked at Todd as he stroked himself a bit.

Clothes back on, next hand.  Back and forth until I won with 3 straight
full houses (that has never happened since at any kind of poker!); the last
one was Brett, who, when his pair of Jacks lost to my Kings over 3's, stood
up and rather theatrically yanked off his underpants -- jockey shorts,
which were to us exotic (we all wore whitey tighties) -- and thrust his
hips a little.

Brett had reason to show off. It was the biggest dick we'd ever seen
live. Billy was long, and Bill A. was thick, but this was both. Fat (cut)
head, sprouting from thin black pubes. 7 inches? 7.5? Big.

The rest of Brett was fascinating -- he had a tiny bit of hair around his
belly button and nipples and just a flurry of very pale hair on his
calves. Even his feet were pretty (not usually my thing).

I thought Chad was going to blow his load right there, staring at Brett,
but I quickly suggested another hand to prevent anything untoward; I had an
idea of how I wanted this to go. Chad won that one, and we got to see the
brothers naked at the same time -- hot. Todd was even looking at Brett's
crotch. Who wouldn't?

Just then we heard Brett and Todd's mother calling for them -- nobody had
air conditioning, except in some master bedrooms, and it was common for
parents to walk down the street and ask for their kids to come home for
dinner, etc. So they left, and Chad and Chris D. and I jacked off
together. my hand squeezing Chad's hot, tight, skinny little butt as he
wacked off. Chad could cum, Chris D not yet but could bring himself to a
panting dry orgasm. That was fun.

So the next day we played baseball again, and then ...