1 comments/ 22161 views/ 2 favorites The Egg By: mich_1 I was surfing the net last night I came across a new web site. It was quite interesting and had a shop where you could buy sex toys. One toy was a remote controlled egg. A small cylinder shape, 2 or 3 inches. This was inserted into the vagina. There were no wires but a wireless remote control operated it. Honest. Anyway this got me thinking. One day to show how much you love/trust your lover you go out. You are wearing a short black skirt. Under the skirt you are wearing silk knickers but you have first inserted the egg, kept in place by the panties. You have given the control to your lover. He can turn it on, off and control its speed. On a slow speed it is almost silent but on high gives a discernible hum. When you first go out you pretend to be alone, your lover walking behind you. You get on a bus. He sits behind you. He waits until the bus fills up a bit. A young woman, 21ish, sits beside you. He turns the egg on. Just slow at first This is easy; you can control yourself so far. After 4 or 5 minutes you close your eyes. You are beginning to sweat. The woman asks you if you are ok. You manage to reply. Suddenly the egg is turned off and nothing happens for a moment or two. Then it is turned on, this time a medium speed. The bus is noisy and you are sure nothing can be heard but you are having trouble controlling your breathing. You start panting slightly. One hand drops to your lap but you can do no more than leave it there because the woman keeps looking at you. Then the egg is turned up to full speed. You gasp. The egg is very loud and the woman must be able to hear it. Just when you are on the edge of an orgasm, the bus reaches your stop and it is turned off. You get of the bus, your lover behind you again. So they both got off the bus. You are concerned, were you right to trust me? But there is no turning back now. There is a park up ahead. It is a sunny day so you turn in, it is bound to be quieter than the street and you do not know if you could continue walking if the egg was switched on again. You lay down on a patch off grass and pretend to sunbathe. Suddenly you are aware that your mobile is ringing in your bag. You answer. "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Yes" you reply "Well it is a hot day so why don't you remove your skirt and blouse" and the phone go dead. You think about this, it is a public park but people would see more on a beach and you are very turned on by now. You remove your skirt and blouse. You are now wearing a pair of white silk panties and a matching, if slightly lacy, bra. You lay there for a few minutes, your eyes closed. Nothing happens and you start to enjoy the sun warming your body. Suddenly the egg awakes, very low, barely discernable at first. Although the park is quiet nobody can hear the egg hum. You had come down from your sexual height; the bus trip was now a memory. After a couple of minutes your vagina is bit wet. Will this show through your panties? The egg speeds up just a little. You turn over onto your tummy. Perhaps this will dampen the sound and hide any stain on your panties. The grass tickles your tummy. You rest your head on your hands but you are really putting your hand over your mouth to stifle any gasps you know will be coming. The egg speeds up a little more. To you the sound is deafening. Your lower body is trembling. You want to yank the egg out and have a cock thrusting inside you. You are now almost at orgasm. You are biting your hand to keep quiet. The egg moves up to full speed. It is no good you cannot stop yourself. Waves upon waves of orgasm rack your body. Despite biting your hand a scream escapes your lips. Slowly the egg recedes until it is once again quiet. You lay there for a few moments, catching your breath. Every now and then your body trembles. You know that you cannot go through that again today. You sit up and get dressed. But what if the egg is switched on again. You look around. No one seems to have noticed anything, except for your lover sitting nearby. You turn to face him, your knees slightly apart so he can see your panties. You remove your panties and then take out the egg, the movement of your hand hidden by the skirt. You wrap the egg in your panties and quickly put them both in your bag. You stand up and walk out of the park. You look over your shoulder. Your lover is following but now he has no control over you. The Egg They had flown into Chicago for a seminar he had to attend. Jasmine had the day to play and plan for the evening. Antonio had a break and immediately called her cell phone. "Hey Gorgeous, having fun?" "Hi Handsome, wanna meet for dinner tonight?" He immediately picked up on the playful tone in her voice and fell into the role-play of a new date scene. "I would love it! How about at that Steak House in the lobby? I hear the food is excellent. See you at seven?" "Seven at the Steak House!" Jasmine had all day to shop and it was almost 6:00. Since they were meeting right in the hotel, she had plenty of time to freshen up before dinner. She got back to the hotel room, "A nice bath would do me good." With that, Jasmine peeled out of her blouse and jeans and rolled her panties to the floor in route to the tub. She drew the hot water and lit a few candles. The hot water soothing her body was relaxing. As she washed, her thoughts drifted to Antonio. After the bath, Jasmine dried off and laid out part of her purchases on the bed. Since the restaurant was fairly formal, she chose a black dress with a matching silk jacket. She was feeling frisky and a little naughty; crotchless, black pantyhose would do the trick. They were frisky and no one would be the wiser (until she chose). Black heels completed the outfit. Jasmine admired her reflection in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly. It hugged her waist and around her ass. The skirt was short and her legs were well displayed. With a quick toss of her hair, she declared herself presentable. Antonio was waiting for her even though she was five minutes early. "Jasmine, you look stunning." She wondered if she'd ever grow tired of his sincere flattery. "Thanks, Handsome," she said as she slowly looked him up and down. "You look pretty good yourself." He took her by the arm and guided her with pride into the restaurant. "Table for two, nonsmoking?" he queried the hostess while palming her few bills for the best seat. The hostess smiled, "Right this way." The couple was seated in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. The waiter took drink orders and disappeared. They quipped in a first date role-play for the dinner. As Jasmine finished a most excellent prime rib dinner, she was relaxed enough to change the mood. "Say something that blows me away?" He chuckled. "Have you ever been fucked by a cold raw egg in the shell?" he questioned. Jasmine laughed and said, "You've got me there!" Well, the mood, the company, the lead up, and now the intrigue had them both dead to rights! When the waiter asked them if they wanted dessert or after-dinner drinks, Jasmine took the lead. "Do you have a fresh raw egg in the shell?" She batted her eyes at the waiter. "Yes, Ma'am, we do." She rimmed her wine glass slowly with her index finger, "Can I get one please?" He confirmed the order by asking, "You want one fresh raw egg in the shell?" "Yes, Sir, and the check," Antonio added with a smile. With an odd smile, the waiter nodded and scurried off to accomplish his task. Jasmine blushed and nodded, nervous yet excited, as the waiter returned with the egg and bill. Antonio offered his credit card before the waiter could depart. In moments, the bill was settled. They snatched the egg and left. Jasmine led the way to the room. Since he hadn't been there yet, it was like she was taking him back to her room. She seized an empty elevator and they rode to the eleventh floor. Jasmine was feeling very playful and in control. They were standing arm in arm on the quiet ride up, when she suddenly got a devilish idea. "Honey," she whispered in her stunning southern belle drawl. "Looky here!" As she said it, she stepped away, bent over, and lifted her skirt over her ass to show off her new crotchless hosiery. "Jasmine!" His eyes went wide with wonder. She flipped the skirt back down as he grabbed her for a kiss. Suddenly, the elevator door opened and a lone young man stepped in. "Oh! I'm sorry," he stammered, realizing he had broken a passionate embrace. "Not a problem," Jasmine assured him. "You take chances doing that in an elevator." At that moment, the couple arrived on the desired floor. Giggling, they exited the elevator. She led him to her room and opened the door. With a mischievious smile, he placed the egg in the room's refrigerator. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as she watched. Then he abruptly stopped. Without a word, he moved closer to her and she reached for his shirt. She could not resist a quick touch as she worked. He rubbed against her breasts. Their eyes were locked. as he unzipped her dress. In moments, his pants and her dress joined his shirt on the floor. "Jasmine, my God, you are stunning in every way," he stammered while getting lost in her eyes. He admired this woman who he completely loved. He rambled. "And those stockings... You shaved!" he purred appreciatively. He guided her onto the bed. There they lay, he in his briefs and her in crotchless pantyhose. His erection was evident by the tent in his briefs. She could feel the hypersensitivity of her hard nipples and her pussy was dripping. Pointing with her finger, she insisted, "Off with the shorts." She could be a bossy southern belle when she wanted to be. Antonio made a big show of it, ham that he is. He stood and with a whirl and a twist, he freed his beautiful cock from the stifling briefs. He twirled the shorts on his fingers as he made his hard cock dance. She giggled and enjoyed the show. "Now, you must remove your stockings. But first, I've gotta get the egg," he stated as he walked to the refrigerator. Antonio got the egg. Soon, he was standing in front of her both of them nude in the dim light. With a firm but gentle hand, he laid her back on the bed and teased her thighs open.. He knelt in front of her as if she were a shrine to worship. "Hmm, girl, you are already wet!" As he spoke, he touched the cold tip of the egg to her hot and already swollen pussy. He eased the tip of the egg in just a bit. The cool shell made her feel even hotter. He wiggled the tip of the egg around, in just a little, and then around again. Then he pushed the egg into her a little more and pulled it back out. All this activity was making her even wetter and his actions were actually milking the juices from her. The egg was a soppy mess and he gently sucked her juice from the shell! He took his thumb and began to work her clit. Tenderly at first, but as it got lubed up he got more aggressive. He penetrated her a little deeper, with maybe half the egg, as he massaged her clit with his thumb. She held fast to the top of his shoulders as he rocked her closer and closer... He slowly pushed the egg completely in. She could feel the liquid yoke moving within the shell. It felt exquisite; better than any Ben Wa ball ever could. As Antonio massaged at the bottom of the egg, she could feel her muscles gyrate the wider end against her front pelvic bone. "Oh, OH, I'm gonna CUM!" she exclaimed. Then it hit HARD! She threw back her head, arched her back off the bed and shuddered. Her muscles clamped down hard and he watched the egg disappear. Then it happened . . . she felt and he heard the muffled popping sound of her vagina breaking the egg. This brought an immediate renewed and intense orgasm, as if he'd just exploded his seed in her. She felt the yoke run down her thighs, her muscles quickly separated the shell from it contents and the shell pieces were ejected from her almost magically. The egg left her, and the bed, a mess. She started to get up but he climbed between her legs and pinned her to the bed with his weight. He gazed in her eyes and poised his manhood at her messy entrance. Jasmine's groin was still pulsating from the egg exploding inside her. His eyes never left hers as he claimed her again as his own. She felt egg ooze out of her essence as his girth filled her slowly with all 9 inches of his manhood. The egg provided a unique lubricant. As his 9-inch manhood repeatedly kissed the mouth of her cervix, she soon climaxed hard again. He followed and released the warmth of his seed deep inside her. The contrast of his warmth and the egg sent her over the edge again and she let the waves of pleasure flow through her. They laid there while her body continued to convulse in aftershocks. He never ceased to amaze her. He watched in awe as the woman he loved slowly returned to earth. She finally said, "I'll never hear 'go suck an egg' the same again." The Egg She'd given me quite an odd assignment as preparation for the scene. I reread the note she'd sent me, just to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding. "I'll be at my place waiting. Before you leave, I want you to obtain an egg. And as you make your way here, I want you to consider the properties of the egg and what symbolism it might hold. Tonight and tomorrow, that egg will be your safeword." To say the least, her note was a tad confusing. To say the most it was utterly perplexing. So I went to the grocery store. You can't buy just _one_ egg, so I bought half a dozen and started off to meet her. The plan, as best I knew it, called for me to arrive at her abode in the evening. We'd then spend a few hours in psudeo-scene-space, that is, relaxing and talking, but with power roles already defined. And finally, around midnight, as is her practice, we'd scene, continuing until we were done. Well, that or until it was time for me to leave the next afternoon. Clearly, as evidenced by her note, there was more going on than I was aware of. But hey, I love a good mystery, and besides, she was one of the few people I know that made saying "no" to them seem like an unnatural act. It's quite a drive from where I live to where she lives. So I had plenty of time to consider, as she requested, aspects of EggHood. Some things about the egg did seem to fit in nicely, and it became clear to me soon enough, that the Egg would be the focus of the evening's discussion. I arrived promptly at 9pm. She greeted me at her door with a smile that either said "I"m very happy to see you" or "The better to devour you with, my dear". She was dressed casually, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, but no matter her attire, she was clearly a woman who demanded a certain respect just from the way she carried herself. She asked me to first place the Egg on the table in the middle of the room, and then make myself comfortable on a futon. She sprawled out across from me on a sofa, her presense seeming to dominate the room. There were few women I knew who were more attractive in an objective sense. And while I didn't want to have intercourse with her - that was something on another plane to me - being near her was setting off both sexual and submissive reactions on a very strong nature. "You've had a chance to think about my note. Tell me about the Egg. What meanings do you think it could hold?" "The Egg," I told her, "symbolizes many thing. Its oval shape has no beginning and no end. It is fertility. The Egg, to some, would be the ultimate expression of that which is Female. It is the potential of new life. It _is_ life itself. It is containment followed by freedom. It's fragile and vulnerable, but the perfect package for its purpose. On the other hand, it is food for the hunter or the gatherer." For the next hour or two (my sense of time with her always goes astray) we discussed these and other possible symbolisms and meanings. And while I found the discussion to be interesting, I was still not entirely sure why we were having it. Then, in a cool tone that hit me like a sudden shower of sleet she spoke. "My desire this evening is to enjoy making you suffer. I would like, at some point, to convince you to suffer for me without benefit of a safeword. This is something you'll need to decide for yourself. One of two things is going to happen in the coming hours. Either you are going to break your egg, and thereby call safeword, or you are going to give me your egg, and thereby relinquish your safeword. And I will hold your safeword until tomorrow when you leave." I shivered inside. And probably outside, too, as she stood up and walked across the room. And just as second thoughts started to awaken a voice in my head that was going to argue against agreeing, she returned, a collar in her hand. "You can now come and kneel here and present your neck to me to wear my collar and we can begin." The words "Yes, Ma'am" fell out of my mouth and I walked over to her and knelt, my head bowed. Electricity. Magic. Energy. Peace. Completeness. She handed me my safeword, and then closed the collar around my neck, and I was Whole, without need. I was only to be brought back to earth by her pulling me up by the collar to my feet and taking me into her bedroom. Her toys were neatly laid out and as each caught my eye, She took me over to the bed and had me lie down, spread wide for her. For a few minutes she simply explored my body, becoming familiar with it again. Then, she softly touched all over my body and caused me to grow warm with arousal. Next, after having had her fill of that, she cuffed my wrists and ankles and attached them by chains to the bedframe and hooked chains to my collar so I couldn't move my neck either. A thigh-spreader and blindfold were the final touches, I was helpless. She left me there for a few minutes, watching, listening, waiting. I felt the Egg in my hand, as I clutched its round shape. My sense reached out to try to figure out what all the little sounds I heard next were. A moment later, I felt a weight on my chest and I could feel her warm, soft flesh against me. Indeed, I could tell, soon enough, that she was straddling my chest and was slowly rubbing off against me while facing down towards my feet. This realization made me grow aroused quickly, her using my body as her sextoy that way. And then, with sudden sharpness that cut into my mind as much as it made me want to scream out in pain, I felt something (a rather stingy whip?) come down across my left thigh and then my right. I couldn't squirm much, but what movement I was making was clearly encouraging her, not only because of her joy in my suffering, but also because it was arousing her physically. The blows weren't coming often but they were coming down hard. The contrast between her pleasure and my pain was making things even more delicious and confusing. I could tell how aroused she was getting as her scent made it's way to my nose. That made me get more aroused. Which made her want to give me more pain. And when she stung my thighs again, it aroused her more, which fed back to me and so it went, in a faster and faster cycle until it was clear from her breathing that she was getting close to a climax. And then she stopped, leaving me more than a bit puzzled. The next thing I knew, she grabbed the blindfold and tore it off of me, and alternated between kissing me hard and whispering right up against my lips. "I wonder just how desperately and desperate to escape from my pain I can make you," she said making me shiver. "Can I make you hot enough to beg to fuck me? You said you wouldn't - that you didn't want to. But I suspect you will." And with that, she reached down and gave my cock and balls a firm squeeze, leaving them desperate for more, needing another touch of her hand. She turned her body around straddling my chest again. Her pussy, glistening with wetness was inches away from my face. I inhaled deeply, and found myself growing intoxicated by her scent. She slid down my body, turning around and brushing a thigh over my cock as she sat on my thigh and faced me. Glowing with power, she looked down at me and then reached to the side to grab her particularly evil rubber-tailed whip. She wiggled the tailed over my cock playfully. The contrasting images of how nice those tails could feel with how devestatingly painful they could feel spun around my head. Just as I started to moan from the pleasure of the attention my cock was getting, she pulled the whip away and brought it down across my chest, setting my left nipple on fire with pain. Then back and forth, across my chest, she was making every nerve scream out with pain. "Beg me to keep whipping you," she ordered calmly. For a second I wasn't able to speak, two more blows landed as I tried to engage my verbal-self. "P-Please Ma'am. Whip my chest," I sobbed. And with that, 10 blows fell, whipsawing across my nipples as I cried out yelling "No! No!" as I felt the Egg still in my trembling hands. Just as I thought I could take no more, she stopped and again, reached over for something. She locked her eyes on mine and then displayed what she'd grabbed: a small butt-plug, slick with lube. I could feel two forces in my head, trying to direct my thoughts. One that said "beg for it!" and another that wanted nothing to do with it. I knew very well that what I wanted wasn't going to make much difference, except in how I perceived what was to come. So I begged. "Yes, Ma'am, please put that in my ass!" I cried, with a tone that made it seem like my existence depended on that butt-plug being inside me. She eyed me with a slightly surprised look, but assuredly not a displeased one. To make insertion easier, she released my legs and leg me wiggle them around. Then, with ease I wasn't expecting, she slid the plug inside me. It didn't feel particularly good or bad, but it did make me feel full and somehow owned. She reattached my legs and then with her hand still slick with lube from the plug, she began stroking my cock. She kept stroking me and looked deep into my eyes, explaining, "You realize I'm not going to let you orgasm until you agree to be inside me. Which is your choice, of course. But you also realize that you're mine for hours and hours, and I can do this," she said, bringing me to the edge of orgasm with fast, furious pumping up and down on my cock. "And then I can do _this_," she snickered as she stopped. "I'll also note that once whatever defenses you have left crumble and you agree to that, we'll both know I can have anything from you I want -- including your safeword, since your weaknesses will be all too clear. For now, I'll let you think about this." After a few more deft strokes up and down my shaft, she stopped, took my precum on her fingertip, fed it to me, and then left the room. Alone again with my thoughts, I wondered how much I believed what she'd just said. Indeed, I'd told her before that I wasn't interested in having intercourse with her - at least not now. Not because I didn't find her attractive, actually, I found her to be among the most sexually attractive women I know, but rather because that act holds a special secret connection of thoughts and intimacy that I don't wish to share easily or quickly. I was willing to give her my body. I was willing to give her my mind. But there was a part of my soul I wanted for myself. Now, it seemed, she wanted that too. And I realized that, indeed, once I let that last wall down, anything else she wanted would be hers to take. Then I remembered that she had hours to use towards meeting this goal if she wanted, and I also considered just how easily my will can be bent, doubly so by her. As I lay helpless, pondering my fate, she returned. Somehow I expected more discussion or negotiation. But she seemed as if something else entirely was on her mind. She was silent as she went about methodically unsecuring me and resecuring me to turn me over with my back facing up. A sharp thuddy blow landed on my ass. I knew quickly from the sound and shape of the pain it was her paddle. However, I'd never had my ass spanked when I've had a butt-plug inside me. In the past, I'd thought of the sensation a butt-plug provides as static. Its appeal being in its constance. But this was different. The tensing and movement that having my ass spanked with the butt-plug in make it feel like being fucked - hard. Indeed, quickly she landed a shower of thwapping jolts, each of which felt like she had a cock inside me, fucking me. I began to cry from the pain, sobbing and begging her to stop. She said not a word, but rather continued, leaving me unsure if she was even listening to me. Begging turned to prayer as I lost myself sobbing and spilling out words that I knew would go unheeded. Again and again, she brought the paddle down on me without respite. I could feel the heat radiating from my ass, and I could picture the bruises forming and spreading. From crying and hysterics, my emotions ran towards anger. "This isn't want I want," I thought to myself. "Why is she doing this to me??" and finally, no longer just thinking to myself, I screamed out "SAFEWORD DAMN IT, SAFEWORD!!" Of course, she didn't stop. Five more blows landed, even harder than the previous ones. I realized immediately, of course, that the Egg was my safeword. But once broken, it was impossible to make Whole again. And while it wasn't that hard for me to call safeword verbally, it took just that little bit more to make me break the Egg. And I hadn't had the little bit more. Yet. She glowed with power. And as her stare locked my eyes to hers, she whispered, "I can bring you to the edge with pleasure. I can bring you to the edge with pain. I can make you look out over that rift of fear and doubt and desire. What I want, what I need from you, is the trust, the faith, the submission required to leap into that abyss. I want you to give me the Egg, and I want either see you fly, or help break your fall if you can't." I sobbed incoherently as she took the buttplug out. I wanted to explain to her. I wanted to tell her that there was a part of me I couldn't give up to her that easily and another part of me that knew it was already hers, at least for now, if she took it. I tried to draw myself together, to reach back up to a place where I could be articulate. Just as I found the words, a savage expression came over her face. I'm not sure why I find having my face slapped so powerful. Maybe it's because it's so personal. I don't "live" in my ass. I do "live" in my head. Her hand flew from side to side, forehanding and backhanding my face with sharp staccato slaps. I wanted to turn and curl up into a fetal ball, but I couldn't, still secured down. With a final frenzy of blows, she laid waste to my defenses, taking me right to the edge of that awe-inspiring abyss of helplessness and utter surrender. And stopped. And unchained me. I waited, thinking there would be something else, some other sensation to set me into an overload. But instead, she just freed my hands, the Egg still Whole, and firmly in my left hand. And then I realized where we'd come. She'd taken me as far as she could. Her ethics and morals wouldn't allow her to push me over the edge; I needed to make that decision myself. She could show me what was there, but she couldn't do more without violating limits - hers and mine. She saw that realization on my face and smiled. "It's not something I can take from you. It must be given. I'll go a long way to draw it from you, but in the end..." She stopped as she saw my hand extending to her and silently dropping the egg into her outstretched hand. Her eyes became ablaze with power and she leaned over me whispering, "Very good. I'm glad you've decided." Then, without a word, she rechained me, leaving me once again unable to move. She picked up her rubber-tailed whip and sat across my hips. I was open, vulnerable, and needful - I wanted her to devour me. Clearly, she wanted that too, because she learned forward and with savage hunger, she sunk her teeth into my shoulder, causing a flash of incredible pain. It was as if she was moving beyond my flesh and taking my Self between her jaws, squeezing me in her vice. Then, she leaned back and gyrated her hips and squirmed against my crotch, Just as I realized how nice it was starting to feel, she started whipping me back and forth across my chest. I screamed and cried and begged her to not to stop, but to hurt me, to take me, to claim me. Back and forth came the whip - each blow a stabbing reminder of her power over me. I sobbed and gasped in surprise as she got up, suddenly. "Please, ma'am! Please don't stop!" I cried, begging shamelessly for her to torment me, to give me her pain. My begging charged her with an energy I'd never seen in her before. She reached for something out of her bag and though my tears I could see her readying a condom to put on me. She rolled it onto my cock, stroking it all the while, preparing me. A short time before I'd have done anything to stop her, but now I was hers - and now I wanted her to take me. It wasn't a violation, it was an affirmation. She'd broken me open, she'd taken my defenses, cracked them open, and spun what she'd found inside, making it meet her needs, her desires. She sat back on top of me, looking like a predator about to finish off her prey. She spread herself open and slid my cock into her hot cunt. Tantalizingly, she lifted up and down, then caught my eyes, locking hers on mine. I began to beg her, "Please, ma'am, please hurt me." I knew how deeply she wanted to hear that. Begging wasn't an opinion, it was an imperative. She started pumping up and down on my cock faster and harder now as she picked up that damned whip and began whipping my now-tender chest with it. I could see the welts forming on my flesh, I could feel my skin begin to break as blood began to trickle and ooze from my chest in a few places. Bouncing up and down on me now, pounding me down with each thrust, she began to climax, her whole body writhing and pulsating. Physically, emotionally, and even spiritually I could feel her extract an orgasm from me. I came hard, my mind spinning and losing touch with my body as I collapsed, and through a haze, I could feel her unchaining me, turning me on my side, and a few minutes later, lubing my ass to grind her harnessed-cock into me. I don't know how long it was before I really regained my senses. It had to have been a while, because the sun was out, the room was filled with light, and she was nowhere to be seen. All the toys and such had been cleaned up and just as I was about to get up and find her, she came around with corner with a smile. "Breakfast is ready, and you look like you could stand to eat," she offered. "After all, you're mine for a few more hours," she noted, using her eyes to direct my attention to her chainmail flogger that sat, waiting to be used. She took my hand and led me to the table and we ate breakfast - scrambled eggs, of course. The Egyptian Goddess I am a father of two handsome kids now.... with a very beautiful and loving wife... but still, sometimes, I remember that night, the night that introduced me to my first sex experience! It's a true story, and since I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings, least my wife's, I will use fake names here while writing the story for literotica readers! I was 18 then, young, enthusiastic and wild! I neva had a chance to have sex... so all I did to nourish my 9-inch-dick was to whack off while watching pornographic movies. It was one of my wildest wishes to have sex... but it neva came true until one night... It was a cold night of December. We were at my uncle's house, who lived in Egypt, in the wedding ceremony of his daughter. It was eleven PM. The house of my uncle was really big with two floors and a lawn. The lawn, although, wasn't completed yet with the decorations, so it was the least visited and roamed around place in the whole house. Everyone was on the 1st floor, enjoying the party… when I decided to smoke, as I was feeling fidgeting from quite some time now. No body knew that I was a smoker, so, for the very reason, I went in the lawn and started smoking. The lawn was well-built with a wall around it, a roof and a door with a lock to enter from. I was sitting on the grass, with my YSL cigarette in my fingers, when I heard someone entering. In a flash I hided the cigarette and stood up, gesturing like I was taking a late-night walk in the garden. Hey was what I heard. It was a female voice, with immense warmth in it. I moved around to see who was it and I was shocked. It was my cousin Isabella. She was the youngest daughter of my uncle and was only a month younger than me. We arrived at their house just a couple of hours ago so we didn't have time to meet every family member… and in unmet members Iz was included. I saw her some ten years ago the last time… and as I stated, I was shocked to see her now, all grown up. Although there was very little light available in the lawn, my eyes saw her with her elite details. She was so beautiful and had an air of wildness about her. If my readers would spare calling my remark extravagant, I would like to state that she was extremely elegant in her appearance… just like an Egyptian Goddess. Hello I replied with stunned fascination. She, noticing my shy and stunned expressions, reached to me and gave a big hug. Who Ah!!… Her body against mine… it was so erotic that my cock sprang out to an immediate erection. I, hurriedly, separated from her. I was wearing Versace jeans, and was afraid of being exposed. Wow! You have quite grown up… I stated. Yeah well so are you…. She answered as her eyes smiled. Well… I neva thought you would grow up so beautiful! I said. Thanx!!! I see you have a muscular body…. You have joined a gym or what? She seemed to be flattered by my remarks and fascinated by my body as I was wearing a skin fitting Adidas sports shirt. Well yeah sort of!! I replied. She sat on the grass and, understanding that she wanted to have a long talk, I joined her. We sat there talking for what seemed to be ages. I looked at my watch and was really shocked to discover that it was only half an hour. Going somewhere? She asked as she noticed me looking at my watch. Well… not exactly… it has been half an hour… don't you think we should get back before someone summons us?! I was feeling uncomfortable sitting with her, talking about unimportant things, looking at her magnificent body, and controlling my emotions. She was wearing jeans and a tight fitting half-sleeve shirt. It was so tight that even her tits were easily visible… her big boobs were staring me right in my face… challenging me to touch them! Everyone is busily enjoying the party! Who would think about us?! Besides I think it's boring to just sit down and talk with someone you don't even know!!! Manners as they call it!!! She seemed very bored even by the mentioning of the party. So I did the only thing I could've done at that time… sat there talking to her. After, say ten minutes or so, she said something that made my whole body shiver by the electric waves… Listen… I wanna ask you something, but I fear if you mind that, anyhow I cant wait any longer to discuss it, as you are the only one around I think I can say anything to… tell me how does it feel having sex? She uttered the words with a little hesitance. I was spineless… we were meeting after such a long time and had a talk of only half an hour and she was asking me something no one has ever asked me before. I was unable to say anything… and sat there just looking her in her big beautiful eyes… too amazed to say anything at all. Well I see you are a bit shocked! Okay lets put it this way… we don't have much time left… we gotta get back before some one gets worried… so.……………Would you like to have sex with me… right here right now?!?!? Fuck!!! Was I dreaming?!? Did I go insane!?!? Thoughts stormed my mind like the waves of an enraged ocean hitting me with enormous power. I was unable to see anything… too shocked to think clearly… all I saw was her beautiful hand moving towards my manhood… and then with her gentle touch I recovered to my senses. You sure you wanna do this??? I asked as I regained my powers. All she did in response was to node! You think this is a safe place? I was not sure as yet! Well we can move to the store room if you fear an intrusion! She replied quickly! And we moved to the store room… in the east of the lawn. It was a small room with loads of worthless stuff junked in it! I figured out that we had to make love in the standing position! Once in the room, adrenalin started rushing through my body! I moved towards her and started kissing her. My dream was about to come true. I grabbed her hips and forced her towards me… she threw her arms against my waist. I pierced my tongue into her mouth and she lovingly sucked it! Dija eva fucked anyone befo? she moaned in my ear. Naaw! I replied! Then lets do it for the first time!!! Her sexy voice turned me on! I gently touched her tits… her body shivered and she moaned lightly. I undressed her top body and stood there like an idiot… watching her topless… those magnificent boobs staring me right in my face. Slowly, I took her right tit in my fingers and started rubbing it. Then, gradually, I took it in my mouth, sucking that horny piece of flesh, lubricating it with my salvia. I repeated the same process with the other boob… and that was enough for her… she shivered heavily as she had her first orgasm. Aghraaaaah!!! Oh God!!!! It feels sooooo good…. I cant take it any more… please Mike… fuck me… oh please please please….. Slow down honey… we aint going nowhere for a while I suppose!! I moved towards her lower body and brought her out of her pants. She was wearing some under wears as it was cold so she started undressing. She was so voluptuously undressing that my piece of wood erected to its fullest. And then I saw her gorgeous pussy… wet with her own cum, neatly shaved. You want me in their baby? I asked moaning. Yyyyeeeaaaahhhh she whispered. I unzipped my pant and what came out of it was my big thick cock! Oooooooh…. Its sooooo fucking enormous!!!! I moved toward her and kissed her desperately with my finger in her love hole. It was so tight that even with her cum… I felt some difficulty to insert my finger deep down inside. How the fuck am I gonna put my cock in there… the thought came in my mind… but there was not time for thinking!!!! So I sat down and sucked her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head back and forward while moaning with pleasure. Oh yeahhhhh… fuck me with your tongue! The juices were dripping her wildly wet. I entered here with my tongue… tasting her hot and tight pussy! Ohhhhhhhhhh… I can't take it no longer… please give it me Mike… give it to me!!!! She begged… and I fulfilled her need… I stood up… brought my self in position and rubbed my dick-head on her labia. She moaned wildly. Now was it!!! I thought and gently pushed the head inside her sweet hole. Iz cried with pain as I entered her. Did it hurt? I asked. Oh yeah… a little…. But I want it Mike… I want it badly! So I pushed my tool a little further in her folds, and at last I was in her with all my manhood. She moaned with pleasure as the pain subsided and her vaginal muscles adjusted to the size of the foreign body. I pulled out my now fully erect shaft and then pushed it in again. She moved closer to me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I sucked like a hungry infant. I was in control now… fucking her in a rhythm. Ooooooooh yeaaaaaaahhhh….. fuck me nice and hard!!! She said in between kissing. Her words did the magic for me… I grabbed her buttocks and started thrusting my penis into her abyss quite wildly… When she suddenly separated herself from me… What the fuck just happened I asked immediately! This is my first experience Mike… and is too perfect to be ruined by my ending up in a maternity ward, giving birth to your illegitimate child! She said. So what the hell you suppose we should do… I don't have any condoms with me I replied confused. Well I can give you a blow job if you want She said but the disgust was obvious by her face. Nope!!! I won't go for that I replied. She thought for a sec and then suddenly jumped with an idea… her beautiful tits bumped into my chest as she came closer and whispered in my ear… Cum in my ass!!! Fuck No! It would've been a disaster for her tight ass to be invaded by my enormously huge cock. Please do it Mike… I donno if I am gonna get another chance of such an erotic love making…. So I wanna know everything!!! I got even harder by the mere thought of entering her ass. I ordered her to get on all fours. It was plane earth beneath our feet and so it was difficult to ignore the pain… but she reluctantly did it. I grabbed her by her abdomen and raised her ass. I started licking her ass as I wanted it to be wet enough to accept my rod. After lubricating it for a while… I started pushing my penis inside her ass. She shouted out laud with pain as my dick-head entered inside her ass… so I stopped… waiting for her to get adjusted… and then pushed a little further. It took me some five minutes to enter my full rod in her tight asshole. Then I reached for her tits from behind and started messaging them, motionless other wise… providing my horny cousin with time to adjust. After some while I pulled my tool back and then pushed it forward slowly. She moaned with what seemed immense pleasure. This told me that she was now ready. It was all too much for me already so I started hammering her quickly but quite rhythmically. Oooh yeah Mike…. Fuck me in my ass!!!!! I started doing it even faster. She answered to my every single stroke. Oh baby…. I'm gonna cum inside you honey…. I am going to make you happy… I am gonna cccccuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm….. I cried with intense pleasure as I came inside her ass… filling her crack with numberless convulsions. She moaned and moaned as she had her third orgasm. After a while we got up… she got dressed and I just zipped my Versace and then we both went upstairs one by one. We meat a couple of times after that and she proved to be a real Egyptian Goddess for me! The Eight Hundred Word Story   Well it seems the verdict is in, the great literary minds of the Literotica Survivor Contest have made it official: the eight hundred word story has now replaced the seven hundred fifty word story as the new standard for crap. Yes, the seven hundred fifty word story, the scourge of last year's contestants, seems to have faded into the Survivor Archives. Now, the advent of the eight hundred word story as the new crappy story has created some mathematical complexities in story evaluation. You see, while the gold standard for crap has shifted up the word count scale, the standard for an acceptable story has remained anchored at one thousand five hundred words. The math was easy last year, to properly judge a story as acceptable you just had to find one exactly twice the length of the crappy seven hundred fifty word story. Yes it would be so much easier if the standard for the acceptable story was upped to one thousand six hundred words, but for some reason it remains at one thousand five hundred. Okay, I see I am confusing you with the math here, let me give you an example: You have a story at Lit and you want to know whether it is crappy or not. The first thing you need to do is open the story and quickly scan its length. Now obviously if it covers more than one Lit page, it will be well above one thousand five hundred words, if fact it may actually achieve the revered three thousand seven hundred fifty word level, which seems to be on its way to becoming the new standard for enjoyable reading, though that is a different story. No, we are sticking with crappy here so you need to find a story of a dubious shortness. You simply copy the story, without the title, and paste it into a word processing program. Let the word processor count the words and check out the result. IMPORTANT NOTE: Now, I should've mentioned it earlier you are not to read this story during this crappiness evaluation. Well, yes you read the title and the author, but nothing further. Okay, so you have checked out the word count results from your word processing program. Say the word count is eight hundred forty seven words. Well, you know it is above eight hundred, so it not judged as the crappiest. What you need to do is set up a ratio as follows: (Actual word count -- eight hundred) / (one thousand five hundred -- eight hundred). So in our example you have (847-800) /(1500 -- 800) or 47/700 which reduces down to 6.7%. In other words, your eight hundred forty seven word story is actually 6.7% less crappy than an eight hundred word story. We can call the 6.7% the crappiness index. Now as you leave the crappy ranges of stories and soar to two or three thousand words, there is a new set of mathematics that helps determine how enjoyable it will be to read a story. The calculations are similar for longer stories, except there you calculate the enjoyable reading index, but that is beyond the scope of this article. Of course, with any rule there are exceptions. Remember how I mentioned above that you need to read the title of the story and the writer's name (read nothing else mind you). Well there are a number of writers at Lit that have reached such a level of crappiness in their writing that the eight hundred word standard no longer applies. No some writers have been granted a range of crappiness, the most current is the eight hundred to twelve hundred range. Yes for these writers the crappiness index simply doesn't apply. You see for these writers, any story ranging from eight hundred words to twelve hundred words is automatically considered as equally crappy. To find out which writers have achieved the crappiness range you merely ask the question on the Survivor Contest forum. Granted, there are not a lot of writers who have achieved the crappiness range status, but there have been enough to actually impact all the numbers I have mentioned above. You see, while the gold standard for crappiness remains at eight hundred words, if you actually average in the crappiness of the stories written by the crappiness range writers, the actual word count for the crappiest possible story actually drifts up to approximately eight hundred three point zero five (803.05) words, or eight hundred three if you round it off. Of course to keep the math simple for ex-accountants and math challenged folks, the standard does remain at eight hundred. Just keep in mind when you see someone complain about an eight hundred word story, just remember, it could be worse, it could be an eight hundred three word story.   The Eight Nights of Hanukkah Note: I would like to dedicate this story to the magnificent Colleen Thomas. Her writing is timeless and everyone can learn from it! Simon Jacobsen reluctantly got out of bed and slowly walked toward his older brother's bedroom. There was only a year separating him from Caleb, and like most younger brothers, he put the older man on a pedestal. As they were growing up, the siblings were more like best friends. They had nearly the same interests and their personalities were very well matched. Simon was a little more private than the outgoing Caleb. By the same token, Caleb needed Simon's level-headedness to bring his exotic schemes back down to earth. The house was deathly quiet as Simon entered Caleb's room. His parents were away for two weeks visiting relatives, and would miss Hanukkah entirely. Caleb had gone off to the nearby junior college he had just enrolled in this year. Simon would have normally been in school with the senior class of Bordertown High, but this particular Tuesday was a conference day and so he was free...for the moment! Simon was very concerned because his diary was missing. In it, he confided his deepest thoughts, and lately they had been more and more sexual. Since turning eighteen last July, Simon had become much more aware of his older brother, in every way. The two boys looked alike, but Caleb had two inches on Simon's six foot two inch frame. He also sported a thin moustache whereas Simon was clean shaven. But it was in the penis department that Caleb was blessed. Simon's mouth watered as he tried to catch his older sibling coming out of the bathroom every morning. One time Caleb had a morning wood and the head and part of the cockshaft poked out of his patterned boxers. Simon figured that his brother's cock had to be at least nine inches hard, and was dying to see it. In the sad half light of the small bedroom, Simon could see the many ships in their respective bottles on top of Caleb's dresser and desk. His brother was a skilled glass blower, and his creations were miniature works of art. Simon fingered the latest project, a gentian blue clipper which was only partially completed. No name graced the proud ship yet, but Simon could see that the small cup of black paint next to the bow was ready once his brother had decided on a title. Simon felt a twinge of guilt going through his brother's stuff, but he simply had to find that diary! The last three pages were detailed sex scenes, and his brother was mentioned constantly. Simon would die from embarrassment if Caleb ever read his diary, and he no idea how he would explain it. Simon started with Caleb's sock drawer. His brother wore short white ankle socks, and had a multitude of them. Simon looked under the socks, but found nothing. He then proceeded to the next drawer, which contained Caleb's underwear. His brother wore white sleeveless undershirts and colorful full cut boxers. As Caleb lifted up the neatly folded underpants hoping to find his diary underneath, he felt a stirring in his loins. There was something about touching Caleb's boxers that was so....so forbidding! He decided it was time to take a break from all this sleuthing. Simon picked up a pair of turquoise silk boxers and lay back on his brother's unmade bed. The sheets smelled slightly sweaty, and Simon wondered if his brother had beat off that morning. Taking his painfully hard shaft and hefty balls out of the ample fly slit of his own baby blue boxers, Simon wrapped Caleb's silk underpants around his cock and slowly started jacking off. The sensations were so exquisite he let out a loud grunt, then uttered expletives he would never use in real life. Simon fantasized he and Caleb were kissing. Their tongues came together in wild abandon, and the long wet liplocks seemed to go on forever.... Simon's hand was going up and down on his cock so fast it was merely a blur. His moans became higher pitched as the silk fabric of Caleb's boxers drove his prick wild. After a couple of minutes of extreme ecstasy, Simon let out a shrill scream that could have been heard over a city block. His cock started spurting the Load of Loads into Caleb's thin underwear. After nine very full spurts, Simon lay back on the bed with a contented smile on his face. He fell asleep immediately, dreaming of himself and Caleb on an endless bed, having equally endless sex. The slam of a door downstairs abruptly woke Simon up. It was Caleb, home from school! Simon hurriedly threw Caleb's ruined silk boxers in a nearby hamper, then quickly scurried back to his own bedroom. He had barely time to jump into a pair of pants, when Caleb came into the room with a mad look on his face. Simon's jaw dropped when he saw the little red notebook his brother was carrying....his diary!! He felt the color drain from his face and looked down at the floor, wanting to die. "I read your diary!" Caleb looked at Simon with daggers. "M-M-a-a-n-n-" Simon started stuttering uncontrollably. "That was a d-d-different Caleb..a g-g-guyyy in s-s-s-c-chooll." Simon was faltering, and he knew it. "It was me...and you know what?" "W-w-what?" Simon continued to stare at the floor, hoping he would fall into a secret chamber. "I have a diary too!" Simon looked up at Caleb, who was suddenly grinning like a Cheshire Cat! "h-h-h-uhhhh?" Simon didn't get it. Caleb reached into his bookbag and produced a small blue notebook, about the same size as Simon's red one. "I've been writing the same kind of stuff you have..about my secret admirer." "You mean Mary Stein?" Simon was incredulous. Mary Stein was the heartthrob of every red blooded boy at Bordertown Junior College. "No, silly," Caleb smiled warmly. "YOU!" "W-w-w-w-what!" Simon couldn't believe this amazing aboutface. "I want to do the same things to you that you want to do to me." "B-b-b-u-t-t-t-t-" Simon hands started to shake with anticipation. "We're brothers." "Didn't stop you from writing about it, did it??" Caleb let out a hearty guffaw and slapped Simon on the back. "So n-now what do we do?" Simon still had not fully comprehended that his wildest dreams were about to come true. "Well instead of giving each other dinky presents each night of Hanukkah like we usually do, let's offer each other some very physical presents, if you know what I mean!" "You mean starting tonight?" Simon's face was a beacon of joy. "Tonight's the first night of Hanukkah isn't it?" Caleb looked at his brother with pure Love. "Yeah, guess it is." Simon felt the beginnings of another hard on in his khaki trousers. "I have to go to the library to study for an exam tomorrow. Make sure to be here when I get back." "Of course!" Simon would have agreed to having his head cut off at this point. In a flash Caleb was gone and Simon started wondering if he had just dreamed the whole sequence. After he came back to earth, he took a cold shower and tried to calm down. Simon decided to get dressed up for his first "date" with Caleb. He put on his best dress trousers and a matching navy blue blazer. The next four hours passed agonizingly slowly as Simon half-heartedly played some computer games and listened to CDs. Finally, there was the unmistakable sound of a key scratching against a door. Simon ran to the front door, opening the heavy wooden portal before Caleb had a chance to turn the key to his heart... "Hi man." Simon tried to act casual. "Hi Bro." Caleb simply smiled. "You ready?" Simon looked at Caleb like an eager puppy. "Ready as I'll ever be!" Caleb suddenly looked a little embarrassed. "Let's sit on the couch." Simon gestured to the living room. "Sure!" Caleb led the way to a large flowery sofa that could easily seat four people. The horny siblings sat right next to each other, holding hands. Caleb made the first move. He leaned over and kissed Simon on the cheek. Then he moved to his mouth. A tongue tentatively came out and manuevered its way through Simon's lips. His brother returned the favor and their tongues dueled like two playful snakes. At the same time, Caleb rubbed Simon's nipples through his blazer. Simon ran his fingers over his brother's neck and upper chest. Both men felt their insistent boners pressing against their dress slacks. Suddenly Simon let out a muffled groan. "O-h-h-h-h-h- SHIT!!" "What happened?" Caleb had a concerned look on his face as the brothers broke their lip lock. He looked down at Simon's crotch and started to laugh hysterically. "You creamed your pants!" Simon turned beet red as Caleb continued to chuckle. "I didn't mean to...it just happened!" Caleb took Simon's hand and placed it on his own crotch. Sure enough, there was a large stain across the front of his white trousers. Now it was Simon's turn to laugh. "You creamed your pants too." "Yeah, we came together, man!" The brothers felt a little awkward after their quick but intense orgasms. "Tomorrow will be better, I promise!" Simon suddenly felt woefully inadequate. "You were fine." Caleb kissed his younger brother on the cheek. "I love you, man!" "I love you too," Simon nuzzled Caleb's cheek as he started daydreaming about the next evening. ****************************** It was very hard for Simon to concentrate in school the next day, but somehow he managed. Caleb had late exams and wouldn't be home until 8 o'clock. After school Simon went over Jacob Finkleberg's house, his best friend. The two boys watched the original Star Wars, shared a pizza and a lot of sexual jokes. Then it was time for Simon to go home. He hummed merrily as he drove the short distance to his humble abode. Caleb's sky blue Toyota Corolla was already in the driveway. Simon quickly opened the door and bolted into the kitchen. Caleb was nowhere in sight. "Caleb, where are you?" Simon was nervous already. "I'm up here." Simon heard a muffled reply from the bedroom. Simon bounded up the staircase two steps at a time and raced into Caleb's bedroom. There was his sexy brother laying lazily on the queen size bed, clad only in a white sleeveless undershirt and blue plaid boxers. "What's up?" Caleb smiled wickedly at Simon as he fingered the large bulge in his underwear. "I think a lot!" Simon started throwing his clothes off until he too was in a similar wife beater and blue striped boxers. He jumped on the bed and the two men embraced in a hug that defied time. After what seemed like an eternity as the two brothers made out and french kissed into oblivion, Caleb suddenly broke their torrid embrace and reached into a small drawer by the bed. "What are you getting?" Simon asked quizzically. "Just some lube." Caleb answered matter-of-factly. "I saw some cadets do this in a movie once and it looked really hot." Caleb generously greased his cock with the lube and did the same to Simon's wang. Then, he got on top of his younger brother and grandually pushed his long thin shaft into the fly opening of Simon's boxers. At the same time, Simon's bone hard prick pressed into Caleb's boxer slit. The two men let out loud groans as their lubed cocks pressed against each other. Then Caleb started thrusting his boner in and out of Simon's boxers. The sensations were so incredible for both of them they both groaned and grunted like sweaty pigs. "I'm gonna cum man...Caleb finally managed to get out...this is too intense!" "Me, too!" Simon squeaked. "Let's cum together!" Caleb gave one tremendous thrust into Simon's boxers and let forth with a hoarse wail. At the same time Simon screamed with lust as both men dumped a full eight squirts in each other's shorts. Caleb collapsed on Simon, still breathing heavily. "That was unbelievable!" Simon had never felt so emptied yet content at the same time. "Definitely better than last night!" Caleb grinned at Simon and gave him a deep kiss. The two brothers quickly fell asleep in each others' arms..... ************************************ The third night of Hanukkah progressed even more smoothly. After a sumptuous feast of macaroni and cheese, cheerios, and stale coke, the brothers quickly stripped to their underwear and climbed into Caleb's waiting bed. For some reason, they didn't quite feel comfortable being totally naked with each other..yet. Simon quickly reached into Caleb's white boxers and starting jacking his massive prong off furiously. Caleb, in turn, pulled Simon's beautiful hard-on out of his checkered shorts and masturbated him with two hands, the way he usually did it himself. "Hold on man, I don't want to cum that fast." Caleb gently slowed down Simon's vigorous pumping. "Oh, Ok, sorry." Simon was so excited to be actually handling his brother's cock he had lost control of himself completely. The two brothers looked into the depths of each others' eyes as they slowly jacked each other off contentedly. Then, Caleb leaned over and gave Simon a kiss. A kiss without end, as the two brothers turned lovers sloppily thrust their tongues in and out of each others' mouths. For the next 15 minutes time stood still as the two brothers' hands explored every nook and cranny of their ample endowments. Simon was the first to lose his load. "F-f-f-f-uck!" His cock started spasming just as Caleb felt his own impending orgasm. "Jesus!" Caleb grunted as he cock started shooting off like a cannon. The two brothers laughed together as their cum flew everywhere, on Simon's discarded shirt, the headboard, a model ship, and the previously pristine white rug. Then they tickled each other unmercifully until they finally fell asleep. *************************************** On the fourth day of Hannukah, Caleb had another long day of school because it was a Friday. Simon just went through the motions at school, fantasizing the whole day about sucking Caleb's cock that evening. He couldn't believe there were five days of pleasure left. It was truly extraordinary that the brothers had become so close in such a short space of time. After what seemed an eternity, the bell rang and Simon drove to the library, as he hadn't had time to study all week. The next 5 hours were pure hell as Simon tried to learn a series of boring facts about World War II. Finally, he drove home, smiling as he eyed Caleb's Toyota in the driveway. Simon rushed into the house, throwing clothes everywhere as he rushed up the stairs to Caleb's room. As he bolted through the open door, there was his stud brother in his blue silk boxers and nothing else. Caleb had taken his cock and balls out of the fly slit and was stroking himself slowly. Simon quickly stripped to his own solid blue boxers and pulled his rock hard prick and balls out of the fly. He got next to Caleb and started stroking his hairy chest. Caleb in turn pinched Simon's nipples until they were hard nubs against his fingers. The two men enjoyed their erotic titplay until Caleb abruptly stopped his gentle massage of Simon's nipples. Bending over Simon's crotch, he stuck his tongue out and made contact with Simon's balls. "Oh my God, man, that feels so good!" Simon closed his eyes contentedly. Encouraged by Simon's approval, Caleb stuck his broad tongue back as far as it would go. He bathed Simon's balls with spit as his younger brother groaned into oblivion. After two exquisite minutes of ballplay, Caleb moved up to Simon's prickstalk. He took the head and a good three inches of shaft down his throat in one gulp as Simon let out a loud groan. Then he deep throated his brother like a madman, delighting in Simon's moans and grunts. Although Simon tried to hold back, the idea of being given his first blow job by his older brother was simply too much for him. "This is it-t-t-t-t-!" Simon started to shoot off in Caleb's mouth a solid six spurts of cum. Caleb swallowed it all eagerly, loving the slightly salty almond taste. At the same time, his own cock exploded all over the bedsheets. The two brothers lay silently for a good minute, each too amazed to speak. "That was awesome!" Simon finally managed to get out. "No, you're awesome!" Caleb embraced his brother strongly, never wanting to let him go. ********************************* The fifth day of Hanukkah was a Saturday and as it worked out, both Caleb and Simon had made plans for the day. Caleb was going to a local amusement park with some friends while Simon was doing the local Mall circuit with Jacob Finkleberg. It was just as well, as the brothers needed a little time apart to prepare for the nights activities. Simon had a funny feeling he was going to lose his cherry butt to his brother and was excited but a little worried at the same time. He'd only seen one gay video and it looked like the guys were in pain as they were penetrated. Simon knew that Caleb would never want to him to be in any discomfort, so he wasn't too concerned. Still, it was definitely going to be a night to remember! Simon managed to actually enjoy himself at the mall with Jacob, who was absolutely clueless as to what he was doing with his brother. And Caleb had a reasonably good time at the amusement park, trying not to think of Simon too much, as he got an instant erection. In due course, dark followed light and the brothers arrived home at the same time, about eight o'clock. Simon followed Caleb by about 5 minutes. When he walked into the house it was completely dark, save for a light coming from Caleb's room. Simon set a speed record getting to his brother. To his surprise, Caleb was standing in the doorway, wearing a grin and a towel and not much else. "What....?" Simon gave Caleb a goofy grin. "Thought we would take a shower together, what do you say?" "Sure!" Simon was pleasantly surprised. He practically ripped his clothes off as Caleb dropped his towel to the floor. The two brothers took in their naked bodies for the first time. Caleb had a moderately hairy chest, with a cute pleasure trail leading to his navel. Simon was a bit smoother, with sparse hair on his chest and legs. Caleb led the way to the large shower and Simon quickly followed suit. In a manner of seconds the spray of water hit their well muscled bodies as Caleb soaped up his younger brother. Simon in turn, soaped up Caleb, eventually dropping to his knees. He looked hungrily at his brother's magnificent prick, then took the dickhead in his moist cavern. Caleb groaned and grunted as Simon sucked him off like a pro (he has been practicing with a banana for months), trying not to cum as Simon got progressively deeper and deeper. After a few minutes of extreme bliss, Caleb reluctantly pushed Simon's head off his pulsating cock. He gently pulled his brother up and turned him around. As if on cue, Simon offered his virgin asshole to his one and only brother. Caleb soaped Simon's asscrack generously, then inserted the head of his cock into his brother's waiting hole. Simon let out a mixture of a groan and a scream as Caleb penetrated him in one quick thrust. Then, the older man screwed his younger brother with infinite gentleness, taking him one easy inch at a time. Simon felt a little pain at first, but as Caleb started to massage his prostate, any aches and discomfort quickly turned into a burning pleasure. As Caleb thrust his cock deeped and deeper into Simon's bowels, both men swore up a storm under the rushing water. At one point, Caleb reached around and started jacking off Simon's cock vigorously. That was enough to bring them both over the brink. "I'm g-going t-too p-op!" Caleb screeched. "J-j-j-j-j-esus!" Simon groaned as he felt the amazing sensation of Caleb's cream blasting in his butt. At the same time his own cock started to spasm all over the shower walls. The next minute was mind boggling for the two brothers as they seemed to orgasm forever. Finally, Caleb pulled his cock out of Simon's butt with a loud plopping sound. He blew into Simon's ear and the two brother's exchanged long sloppy kisses. The Eight Nights of Hanukkah "I love you Simon." Caleb looked into his brother's innocent eyes. "I love you too, Caleb." Simon embraced his older brother as they dried each other and prepared for bed. As they spooned together, each wondered what else could they possibly do for the remaining three nights of Hanukkah... ************************************* Since the sixth day of Hanukkah was a Sunday, Caleb had decided to visit his old buddy Jim Levy. Jim was a cadet at a local sub base and Caleb hadn't seen him in about a year. Simon decided to take a long walk in Sponsalet State Forest, which bordered Long Island Sound. He thought a good hike would put everything in perspective. As he traversed the winding paths out of sight of man or beast, Simon tried to think of what he was going to tell his parents. Maybe nothing, he could just move into an apartment with Caleb or something. But, how could he pay for rent while he was still going to school? Deciding just to enjoy the situation and think about the potential issues later, Simon hiked for hours, enjoying the magnificent view of Long Island Sound from Skiff's Bluff. When he came back, he was very surprised to see Jim and Caleb standing in the driveway. Jim was in his full white cadet's uniform and looked really sexy. Simon got out of his car quickly and walked over to the two men. "Simon, this is Jim Levy, you probably remember me talking about him." "Hi." Simon extended his hand to his brother's friend, who had a boy next door look. The three men went inside, and Caleb whipped them all up a delicious dinner of steak and potatoes, baked beans, and corn on the cob. When everyone had stuffed themselves, Caleb suggested they all take a shower together. Simon almost fell off his chair...could it be that Jim was gay too!! "Uh, sure." Jim answered, a little nervous but excited at the same time. "No, problem," Simon looked at his brother expectantly. "I got really sweated up in the woods!" The three men stripped off quickly. Jim wore a crew neck white t-shirt and baggy white boxers that he had been issued. As he stepped out of his underwear, a fat cock sprung out like a jack-in -the box. Caleb and Simon stepped into the shower first, making room for Jim, who got between them. Caleb turned the water on, and the men soaped each other up. Jim got on his knees and sucked Caleb's cock eagerly into his mouth. At the same time, Simon placed his engorged cock against Caleb's buttcheeks. He rubbed it between his brother's crack for awhile, then entered him with exquisite slowness. Caleb let out a groan that was a mixture of pleasure and pain. As his younger brother made love to him lovingly, Jim swirled his talented tongue over every nook and cranny of his dick. Time stood still as the erotic trio had the most delicious sex they had ever experienced. Finally, the sensations of plowing Caleb's tight hole were too much for Simon. He bellowed as he spasmed in Caleb's buttcheeks. At the same time, Caleb exploded in Jim's mouth, causing his old buddy to have his own massive orgasm. The three men grunted into oblivion as they together came a good 25 spurts. Simon smiled at Caleb, as their faces pressed against each other.... **************************************** It was back to school for the seventh day of Hanukkah. Simon had an uneasy feeling all morning which he couldn't explain. Caleb had gone with his Archeology class to do a one-day dig at a site some two hours away. He had offered to drive two of his classmates to the dig, so the little blue Toyota would get a lot of extra mileage that day. Simon felt more and more uncomfortable as the morning turned into afternoon. His worse fears were realized when at dismissal Jacob was running toward him in a panic. "There's been a terrible accident at Grange Pond. A car overturned and three people were killed!!" Simon ran to his car, knocking over people in the process. He ignored their cries and pleas, careening out of the driveway of Bordertown High School at 80 miles an hour. There was nothing about the accident on the local radio station. When Simon got to his house, he ran so fast he tripped over the railing and needed to search for his keys in the bushes. Finally, he opened the door and raced to the television. A local news channel was showing a picture of a car so terribly mangled it was unrecognizable. The drone of the announcer cut through the airwaves like a dull knife. "and a car belonging to Caleb Jacobsen needed to be opened with the Jaws of Life..." Simon felt rather than heard the scream escape his throat. He ran to the kitchen and blindly began opening drawers. All the spoons and forks were thrown across the room. The knives followed, making a loud clattering noise as they ricocheted off the picture window. Then Simon used the plates as frisbees, throwing them against the floor, delighting as they smashed into a million pieces. When he had finished trashing the kitchen, Simon ran upstairs to Caleb's room. He picked up a large bottle and was just about to throw it against the mirror when he realized the unfinished gentian blue clipper he had first seen while searching for his diary was inside. It was attached to a matching blue clipper Simon didn't remember being there initially. On the side of the bottle, a small envelope bearing his name had been taped on. Simon hands were shaking so much with anger, he ripped the envelope open in one motion. Its contents spilled out onto the bed....a letter from Caleb. Simon eyes misted as he read the final message from his brother: Dear Simon, I love you more than any words can express. Life is so great with you a part of it. I want to share all my remaining days with you, but if something should ever happen to me, I want you to take this bottle and drop it over Skiff's Bluff. Then, these two boats will be together forever as they travel all over the world. Love You A LOT! Caleb It was only then that Simon had noticed that Caleb had decided upon a name for the first boat. In neat black letters was the proud title "S.S. Simon". The other boat was of course the "S.S. Caleb." Simon read the letter three times, savoring every word. Then he dissolved into a pool of tears, mashing his face in Caleb's soft pillow. ****************************************** The next day was cool and windy. Simon walked the narrow trails to Skiff's Bluff with a huge lump in his throat. As he reached the summit, he took in the vast view of two neighboring states. Then he slowly took the bottle containing the two matching blue clippers out of a small box. For a moment he hesitated, not wanting to let go of his last memory of Caleb. But in his heart, he knew this is what his brother wanted. Simon took a deep breath, then threw the bottle into the water. It landed with a loud splash, then went in circles for awhile. Eventually, the current started to take the bottle out to sea. As the S.S. Simon and the S.S. Caleb began their journey across the world, Simon's heart broke in two. He stifled sobs as the bottle slowly yet inevitably sailed into the muted sunset. Simon watched as minutes turned into hours, not wanting the bottle to ever go out of sight. Finally, as dusk descended it rounded a corner and was gone forever. It was the eighth night of Hanukkah...