Cocksucker

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For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you!� For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.� The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

Cocksucker, by Rob Morton (m/m, cons, inc)

Part One, Chapter 1

There�s something to be said about having five brothers older than you, among which are the things they can teach you.

Mom and Dad couldn�t seem to get together on that X-chromosome/Y-chromosome thing and, as a result, their unions produced nothing but sons.� Certainly, this was something that made my father really happy, having all these strapping lads to carry on the family name and all that.� Mom, on the other hand, well, she wasn�t exactly pleased as punch � but that didn�t stop her from lavishing lots of love and affection on us.

We were born almost a year apart:� Todd Jr. (named after Dad, of course), Bobby, Gerald, Mason, Vincent and, last but not least, me � Eric.� As, as boys are want to do, we drove our parents insane at times with our antics; once we were all out of the chute and everything, it didn�t take long for the cuts, scrapes, bruises, and fights to get started.� Mom and Dad spent more than their fair share of time breaking us apart and tending whatever wounds we inflicted on each other and/or got playing football, etc.

But, as you might imagine, none of those things were the highlights of the time we spent living together.� We had other activities, the type that if either of our parents ever discovered, would have gotten us all severely punished.

I remember being in bed one night when I was awakened by the sound of someone moaning.� It took me a few seconds to get the cobwebs out of my head and to get my eyes focused and when it all came together for me, I could barely make out the sight of the covers on Bobby�s bed moving in an odd way.

I blinked a few more times and wiped the crusty junk out of my eyes, enough to see that Bobby wasn�t in his bed by himself!� What the hell was going on here?� In the darkness, I could see my other brother, Vincent (no one ever calls him Vince, Vin, or Vinnie), lying on top of Bobby� was he fucking Bobby?� I had heard that there are guys who like to have sex with other guys � but I never expected to see it happening in my own bedroom!

As I continued to watch, the covers slipped off the bed, exposing the two of them and allowing me to now see Vincent�s ass rising and falling and, yep, there was his dick, going in and out of Bobby�s ass!� As far as I could see, Vincent�s face was screwed up something fierce as he concentrated on what he was doing; Bobby, for his part, had a smile on his face.

�Mmmm, that feels good,� Bobby whispered, humping his ass up as best he could, meeting Vincent�s downward thrusts.

�Shh!� Vincent hissed back.� �Keep quiet before you wake somebody up!�

My brothers fell silent, save for the gentle squeaking of Bobby�s bed and the slightly squishing sound of Vincent�s dick sliding in and out of Bobby�s ass.

Suddenly, Vincent�s movements went from being nice and smooth to not-so-nice and jerky; his grunting got just a little louder and I could see Bobby squirming a lot more under Vincent�s weight.� Vincent�s hips moved down twice really quick � then his whole body went as stiff as a board for a long moment.

�Ah!� Ah!� Vincent gasped.� �Yes!�

�Feels good,� Bobby said dreamily, leaving me to wonder what they both were feeling.

After a few moments of lying still, Vincent got up, his dick making a nasty slurping sound as he pulled it out of our brother�s backside.� He sat back for a moment, looking at Bobby�s ass as if he were admiring his handiwork.

�My turn,� Bobby said, turning onto his back.� In the dim light, I could see his dick lying limply against his stomach.

�Okay,� Vincent whispered as he settled down between Bobby�s legs and put his mouth on Bobby�s dick.

�Oh, wow�� I said under my breath � but not loud enough to be heard by my brothers.� I watched in wide-eyed fascination as Vincent sucked Bobby�s dick until it was good and hard; each time Vincent�s head moved down, Bobby�s whole dick disappeared into his mouth.

Vincent kept it up for a few more seconds before he and Bobby changed places.� My mouth flew open � thankfully, nothing came out of it � as Vincent lay on his back, lifting his legs high in the air while Bobby busied himself applying what looked like lotion or something to his erection.

�Hurry up!� Vincent hissed, using his hands to hold his legs up.

�I�m ready!� Bobby hissed back, moving into position between Vincent�s legs.

I couldn�t see what was happening for a moment because Vincent had reached down and appeared to be guiding Bobby�s dick where it had to be.� Must have gotten it there, too, because Vincent�s face screwed up momentarily in what appeared to be pain while Bobby looked like he was in heaven.

Once again, I was wondering what they were both feeling as I watched Bobby fucking Vincent.� I even caught on to the fact that they did it differently: Where Vincent was slow and deliberate, Bobby was running along at high speed, each downward thrust of his hips jarred both Vincent and the bed.

And it seemed to take longer for Vincent before his body went stiff than it did for Bobby; he�d only been at it for a few seconds before he imitated a board, grunting and gasping like he was starving for air.

�Damn that was good!� Vincent said, sitting up and hugging Bobby tightly.

�Yeah, it sure was,� Bobby answered, still trying to catch his breath.

�Same time tomorrow night?� Vincent asked, slipping from the bed and standing up; I could see something shiny running slowly down the inside of his thigh.

�Sure, if you want to,� Bobby said, getting under the covers.� �Good night!�

�Same to you,� Vincent replied, crossing the room and climbing into his own bed.

What had I just seen?� Even better, why was my own dick harder than a rock?� It wasn�t that I didn�t know about sex; hell, you couldn�t be around my oldest brother, Todd, and not learn about it.� Apparently, there was much more to sex than what Todd was saying!

I rubbed my hand along the shaft of my dick, just as Gerald showed me once; I knew that if I kept rubbing long enough, it would shoot some of that white stuff out and� wait a minute!

It dawned on me (all late and wrong) that the reason why they were both going stiff was because they were shooting sperm into each other�s behinds!� Duh!� I should have realized that�

I would have devoted more brain-power to the matter, but I was getting that marvelous feeling in the pit of my stomach; my balls were getting really tight and hard and soon I�d be�

Ah!� Oh, man, does that ever feel great!� It was all I could do not to groan aloud as I ducked my head under the covers, straining my eyes to see the white sticky stuff shooting out of the end of my dick, flowing over my hand and onto my T-shirt.� All the while, the memory of what I�d seen just a short while ago was burned into my mind and, as I drifted off to sleep, I knew I had to find out for myself�

Part One, Chapter 2

Of course, it was hard as hell the next day sitting at the table with the two of them.� Oh, they were all cool about it; had I not seen what they had been doing with my own two eyes, I wouldn�t have been able to tell that anything had occurred between them by the way they were acting.

Which, in a way, was kinda funny.� Neither of them had any idea that I knew their little secret and I was doing my level best not to let them know that I knew.� Eventually, they�d find out but, until I had a plan to cut myself in on the action, I had to act as if I knew nothing.

Mom hustled us out of the house after breakfast, announcing rather loudly that she had to clean the house and could do so better without any of us around.� After scraping our plates and putting them in the sink, Vincent, Bobby and me scrambled out the back door into the yard, looking for something to get into while Todd, Gerald and Mason headed for the basketball court.

�Hey, let�s go hang out down by the creek!� Bobby suggested.

�Think anyone will be there this early?� I asked.� Beck�s Creek was more of a trickle than a legitimate creek � but the local kids loved to hang out along its banks during the summer.

�Probably not,� Vincent replied, swatting at a fat bumblebee buzzing around his head.

�Aw, who cares about anyone else being there?� Bobby asked.� �I�m just glad Mom didn�t make us hang around and help her clean!�

�Me, too,� I chipped in.� �So, what are we waiting for?�

Led by Bobby, we exited the gate and followed a well-worn path down to the section of Beck�s Creek that ran behind our house.� While the other kids liked to hang out and swim � or other activities � they rarely did so this far downstream.� If nothing else, we�d be guaranteed our privacy.

As I walked behind my older brothers, I kept looking at them, noticing how their usual loping gait was off a little.� And, I couldn�t help but notice how their behinds bounced and jiggled as they walked.� Instead of seeing two pairs of jean, all I could see in my mind was naked flesh!� I blinked a few times to get the image out of my mind; it wouldn�t do for me to get caught staring at their asses!

Five minutes later, we arrived at �our� part of Beck�s Creek, immediately going to the water�s edge, picking up some stones, and skipping them across the surface.� We kept at it for a while, having one of our usual contests when Bobby suddenly yawned.

�What�s the matter with you?� Didn�t get enough sleep last night?� Vincent asked, skipping a stone clear across to the other side of the creek.

�Nah, I guess not,� Bobby replied before yawning again.� �I was pretty restless.�

�I�ll say you were,� I muttered under my breath.

�Did you say something, Eric?� Vincent asked me, his head snapping around.

�Huh?� No, I didn�t,� I said hurriedly.

�Yes, you did,� Vincent pressed.� �What did you say?�

�Nothing!� I didn�t say nothing!� I countered, realizing that I just put my foot all in the doo-doo.

�Bobby, grab his arm.� On the count of three, we toss him in, okay?�

�Fine by me,� Bobby said with a grin.

�Hey! �Let go!� I protested � they both knew I couldn�t swim, just as we all knew Beck�s Creek wasn�t deep enough to get your knees wet.� But, when you couldn�t swim, it may as well been the ocean!

�Tell me what you said and maybe you�ll stay dry,� Vincent said, grinning evilly.

�But I didn�t say anything!� I said weakly, as my brothers grabbed an arm, dragging me to the edge of the water.

�On three,� Vincent said.� �One, two��

�Okay!� Okay!� I�ll tell you what I said!�

�That�s more like it,� Bobby said, backing off.

�All I said was, �I�ll say you were.�� Honest, that all I said!�

�Yeah?� And just what did you mean by that?� Vincent asked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.

�Nothing,� I stammered, a feeling of dread beginning to come over me.

�Okay, in you go, then!� Vincent said, grabbing my arm again.

�I saw what you and Bobby were doing last night!� I yelped as they dragged me back to the edge.� I knew that they�d probably beat me up or something but, in truth, I�d prefer that to getting wet and maybe drowning any day!

�Oh, shit�� Bobby groaned, a look of panic crossing his handsome features.

�And what exactly did you think you saw?� Vincent asked quietly.

�I saw you two fucking,� I answered, steeling myself for the punch I figured would be coming.

�You know, I thought I heard something last night,� Bobby said.

�Yeah, so did I,� Vincent agreed without taking his eyes off me.

We must have stood there looking at each other for a couple of minutes, minutes that felt more like hours to me since they were spending more time looking at me than I did at them.� In fact, I was beginning to feel like a bug under a microscope�

�You didn�t tell anyone else, did you?� Vincent asked.

�No, I swear!� I replied, taking a step back.

�You�d better not!� Bobby warned.� �If you squeal��

�Hey, I�m not trying to get beat up!� I exclaimed.� Maybe against one of them, I�d have a chance� but against both of them?� Shit, I�d be dog meat!

�That�s really smart of you, Eric,� Vincent said, his features relaxing back to normal.� �Damned smart, if you ask me.�

�Can I ask you something?� I asked, feeling my courage returning now that I wasn�t going to get pounded.

�What?� Bobby and Vincent said in unison.

�What does it feel like?�

�He wants to know what it feels like,� Vincent said, looking at Bobby.� �Imagine that!�

�Do you really want to know, Eric?� Bobby asked.� �I mean, really?�

�Yeah, sure,� I said, suddenly very unsure.

�Okay, but, ah, it�s better if you find out first-hand instead of us telling you, right Bobby?�

�For sure!� Bobby agreed.

�Um�� I started, realizing that I was now over my head

�Oh, no � you can�t chicken out now!� You wanted to know, didn�t you?� Vincent asked, his hand going to his zipper.

�Yeah, but�� I said weakly.

�Okay, then � you�re about to find out!�

�Now, Eric, we can do this the hard way or the easy way,� Bobby said gently, stepping a little closer to me.�

�Do I have a choice?� I asked nervously.

�Yeah, you�ve got choices,� Bobby said, looking over at Vincent.� �You can let us show you what it feels like without putting up a fuss or you can put up a fuss and we beat you up and do it anyway.�

Yeah, well, those were pretty good choices, weren�t they?

�Besides, we were going to ask you to join in our fun sooner or later so it may as well be sooner, huh?� Bobby finished.

�So, what do I do first?� I asked, deciding that the easy way was the best way � but I was surprised that they had even considered asking me to join them.� I�d have to find out more about that later�

�First, you suck our dicks,� Vincent said, barely able to contain his glee at my acceptance as he unzipped and pulled his limp noodle out of his open fly.� �Mine first!�

�No way,� Bobby said, pulling his cock out as well.� �I�m older than both of you, so I�m going first.� Any arguments?�

�Nope,� Vincent said, reading the look in Bobby�s eyes.� �I can wait my turn.�

�Thought so,� Bobby said with a smile.� He turned to me, his cock hanging out of the opening in his pants.� Even though it wasn�t hard, it was clearly longer than mine; the head was also bigger and a little darker than mine was.

I glanced over at Vincent to check out his hardware (excuse the pun) and saw that his dick was already hard, the tip of it wet and shiny as he squeezed it in his fist, making the veins stand out more than I supposed they normally would.

�So, are you ready, Eric?� Bobby asked.

�I guess so,� I replied, feeling my legs trembling and dealing with a weird sensation running around in my stomach as Bobby cleared some debris from the area he was standing in before letting his pants and underwear fall to his ankles and lying down, patting a spot on the ground next to his waist.

Well, I wanted to find out what it was like, didn�t I?� I positioned myself next to my older brother; once I was somewhat settled in, Bobby held his cock upright with one hand, using his other hand to guide my head downward.

�Just don�t bite me,� Bobby said as my lips inched closer to his rod.

�Okay�� I managed to say as the head of his cock slipped between my lips.� For a brief moment, I felt the urge to toss my cookies as the spongy knob of Bobby�s glans gently scraped across my teeth, coming to rest on the tip of my tongue.

�Ahh,� Bobby sighed as my tongue automatically moved to avoid this meaty invader, flicking against his knob lightly and delivering my first taste of cock.

I�m not sure what it should have tasted like but it wasn�t all that bad, a slightly salty taste, mixed in with a tinge of the soap we all used to wash with.� I took a deep breath and caught the scent of the soap mixed with a rather � how can I say it? � earthy kind of smell.� Not strong and overpowering, like the way you smell after a hard game of basketball, but something like that � only milder.

I closed my mouth around the head of his dick; this must have been the right thing to do because Bobby sighed again and used both hands to move my head up and down a little, giving me a hint of what I was supposed to do.

Breathing was getting kinda interesting and I almost panicked as my head began to bob up and down slowly; it took me a few seconds to adjust to breathing only through my nose, drawing in the air in long, slow draughts.

�Swirl your tongue around it, too,� Bobby coached.

I complied, somehow managing to maintain my up and down motion.� As my tongue ran across the very tip of Bobby�s dick, I could taste something a little salty on my tongue.� I swallowed - another neat trick under my current circumstances � and the salty taste seemed to glide easily down my throat, leaving a somewhat tangy, slick trail as it passed into my gullet.

You know what I found out?� You tend to lose all track of time when you have a dick in your mouth!� I�m not sure how long it really took � maybe seconds, maybe minutes � but I managed to develop my own rhythm and was really getting into what I was doing.� Bobby�s cock grew long and hard in my mouth, causing me to make a few adjustments in the process.� As I sucked, I noticed that even though his prick was hard, there was a silky smoothness to it as well.

�Man, he�s really going for it,� I heard Vincent saying.� �Fuck his face, Bobby!�

At Vincent�s request, Bobby began moving his hips, thrusting his dick gently into my mouth.� At one point, it went a little deeper into my throat and I gagged, the sound reminding me of one a frog would make.

�Nice, slow, easy breaths,� Bobby instructed.� �The feeling will go away.�

I did as he told me and, damn, found he was right.� This little change in my breathing allowed Bobby to fuck more of his cock into my mouth; if I moved my tongue out of the way, flattening it against the floor of my mouth, I found that I could get half of his penis in my mouth before my gag reflex tried to take over.

Again, time didn�t have much meaning as I blew my brother.� I could taste more and more of that slick, salty substance in my mouth now as Bobby fed me his dick, often changing the speed of his thrusts and the position of his dick, too, sometimes only letting the head stay in my mouth which, by the way, was really starting to get tired, my jaws aching.

�Use your hand to jack me off while you�re sucking,� Bobby was saying, his words and breathing coming out like he was having some major problems.

I shifted my position on the ground, feeling my butt and hip on the side I was laying on protest painfully, having been in that position too long.� After making myself comfortable again (my butt had fallen asleep), I wrapped my hand around Bobby�s dick and began moving the smooth skin along his very hard shaft, much in the same way I did when I played with myself.

�Oh, shit, yeah,� Bobby breathed, moving his hips so that he could fuck both my mouth and my fist.

�Careful, Eric,� Vincent�s voice said in the darkness.� �He�s about to lose it!�

Darkness?� Oh, my eyes were closed� when had I closed them?� I pushed the odd thought aside, concentrating on the task at hand (again, no pun intended).� I was aware that my own breathing was rougher and that I had managed to work up quite a sweat.� And, of course, my own dick was so hard it hurt!

There were other sensations at work within me as well, and I was having some difficulty trying to sort them all out.� I was very excited� but very calm all at the same time.� I could feel my heart pumping strongly in my chest as it kept up with the demands I was putting on my body.� My pulse pounded in my ears, sounding very much like a bass drum.

Just as I was really starting to wear down, I felt a change in Bobby�s dick � it began to get longer and thicker in my mouth.� At the same time, I was aware of those tiny, jerky tremors running along the entire length of his shaft; the salt level in my mouth increased�

�Oh, SHIT!� Bobby cried out as the first wad of sperm shot into my mouth, catching me completely by surprise.

Suddenly, my mouth was filled with warm, gooey, salty-tasting sperm as Bobby�s dingus jerk and twitched in both my hand and mouth, each pulse sending another thick jet of sperm into my mouth.� Finding my mouth full, reflex took over and I swallowed, sending an ocean of sperm that sliding down my throat and into my belly.� And, you know?� It didn�t taste bad at all!

Part One, Chapter 3

�Jesus,� I heard Vincent saying as I let Bobby�s dick fall from my oral grasp, coughing like crazy.

�You okay?� Bobby wheezed, propping himself up on his elbows.

�Yeah, I think so,� I struggled to say in between coughing fits.

�Sorry, Eric, I was going to let you know when I was going to cum, but it happened so fast!� Bobby said apologetically.

�That�s okay,� I said, finally getting my lungs cleared and collecting myself.� �Just give me another minute, okay?�

�Take your time, kid,� Bobby said.� �Can you slide your pants down?�

�Sure,� I said, fiddling with the fasteners until I felt the cool air blowing on my crotch.

�My turn now,� Vincent said, taking Bobby�s place beside me while Bobby moved into position, his head poised over my erection.

Just as my mouth closed over the thick knob of Vincent�s tool, I felt Bobby�s mouth close around my dick, swallowing it right down to the root!� I gasped at the sensation, which hit me like a jolt of electricity.� Vincent took full advantage of the situation, ramming his cock into my mouth until the knob lodged itself in the back of my throat.

I gagged hard this time, the bile creeping up into my throat.� Through some unconscious effort of will, I made my throat relax, which seemed to make the gagging sensation disappear as Vincent continued to ream my tonsils out with reckless abandon.

To be truthful, other than that one moment of terror, I hadn�t really noticed Vincent�s energetic display of lusty affection � I was too focused on what was happening between my own legs, where Bobby was working some really powerful magic on my dick.

Man, it was really something!� Obviously, Bobby knew exactly what he was doing, slurping and sucking on my cock with unabashed glee; his hands were very busy as well, fondling my balls and working my shaft up and down, sometimes squeezing hard, sometimes soft, but never the same for long periods of time.

Meanwhile, Vincent was having the time of his life, thrusting his meat into my throat (easily now), cursing and moaning openly.� He was holding my head in place, fucking my mouth with quick, short stabs, filling my mouth with a taste that wasn�t quite as salty as Bobby�s.� In fact, it flat out didn�t taste the same � but wasn�t bad at all.

�Gonna do it now,� Vincent moaned just before his dick exploded in my mouth.� His sperm wasn�t quite as thick as Bobby�s and kinda tasted more like oatmeal than anything else.� He was really bringing it, though, because I had to swallow his spunk in quick gulps to keep myself from choking on it.

Bobby picked up his pace, slamming his mouth onto my swelling tool, making my whole body tremble and shudder.� I knew I was about to cut loose but this was a more intense feeling than any I�d experienced before.� The world seemed to close in around me, blocking out all sound except my own heavy breathing.� I was dimly aware that Vincent was fucking his now-soft cock gently between my lips when somebody dropped a house on me...

It�s really hard for me to explain what I was feeling at the precise moment I unloaded my seed into Bobby�s mouth.� Intense doesn�t quite describe it - neither does mind-blowing.� It was a wonderfully warm, delicious and quite overpowering feeling.� My whole body tingled as if caught in a field of static electricity; beyond that, the only thing I could really feel was my dick jerking and shooting a zillion gallons of spunk into Bobby�s incredibly warm, wet mouth.� Being the old pro he was, Bobby swallowed every single drop of my load easily, moaning his pleasure at the liquid treat I was filling his mouth with.

�Turn over on your stomach,� I heard Bobby say through the buzzing in my head.

Vincent helped me turn over, the grass beneath me cool and ticklish against the heat emanating from my body.� I was still a little disoriented from my most awesome orgasm when I felt Bobby�s body cover mine, his now-erect prick probing wetly between my ass cheeks.

�What�?� I managed to squeak just before the most incredible � yet delicious � pain I�d ever felt ripped through my body.� My stomach began to churn as the sharp spike of pain sank itself into my rectum and, oh, God, I wanted to throw up so much it wasn�t funny!� Bobby was in my ass and, Jesus, it hurt so bad� but felt so good!

�You�re in,� Vincent was saying, holding my head in his lap and stroking my sweat-slickened hair.

�Oh, yeah,� Bobby grunted, his cock now buried halfway into my anus.� �Jeez, he�s really tight!�

�Not for long,� Vincent said.

Time and the rest of the world went away for me as I found myself wrapped in a warm, fuzzy cocoon.� My world now consisted of only Bobby�s weight on my back and his cock in my bunghole.� I felt full, you know, the way you feel after pigging out at Thanksgiving or something.� I also felt like I had to take a really massive shit � but I knew it was caused by my brother�s prick being buried deep into my backside.

�How�re you doing, Eric?� Bobby asked as he gently fucked my ass.

�I�m okay,� I sighed.� �It feels good.�

�I�m glad you like it,� Bobby said gently.� �Your ass feels so good squeezing my dick!�

�Hmmm�� I sighed again, letting myself get lost in the wonderful feeling.� Trapped beneath me, my dick was oozing sperm � I had cum again, but this time, I wasn�t hard at all!� Now, that�s interesting�

I felt Bobby�s cock get longer and thicker in my butt, his movements getter very erratic and I knew he was about to cum in my ass.� A few seconds later, his body went really stiff and I could feel his sperm flowing into my once-virgin ass, a kinda hot and nasty and wonderful feeling.� A wave of pleasure rolled over me as my older brother continued to empty his balls into me.

Part One, Chapter 4

By the time Vincent got done having his way with me, I felt so good � and really terrible at the same time.� My jaws ached and, of course, my ass really hurt something fierce, having just taken two good-sized dicks up there.� My brothers had helped me to my feet and I could feel their sperm pouring out of my ass hole.� I was also aware of that peculiar, watery feeling you get in your stomach�

I suddenly dashed from where we had been standing, practically diving behind a thick clump of bushes.� The watery feeling was worse now and my stomach was beginning to cramp like you wouldn�t believe.� I squatted just as my bowels released, the air around immediately turning foul� well, we won�t get into that, okay?� Let�s just say that I felt a hell of a lot better a few minutes later�

�You okay, kid?� Vincent asked, hiding a smirk behind his hand.

�Yeah, I am now,� I said, slightly embarrassed.

�It�ll do that do you,� Bobby said, his voice sincere.� �Eventually you�ll get used to it� that is, if you want to keep doing this with us.�� He peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside, heading for the creek.

�Yeah, how about it, Eric?� Vincent asked, following Bobby�s lead.

I didn�t answer right away as I got completely undressed so I could get in the water and clean myself up.� As I watched my brothers splash their way into the cool waters of the creek, I took a few seconds to inventory my thoughts about what had just happened.

Last night, I watch Bobby and Vincent having sex and found it thrilling and very exciting; today, I had just finished having sex with them, sucking both of their dicks and being fucked by both of them.� I ate sperm, had my sperm eaten and, despite having to deal with an instant case of the runs, I found the experience everything I had hoped it to be � and then some.

�Yeah, count me in,� I said, joining them in the water and feeling the cool liquid refresh my aches.

�He�s hooked,� Vincent said with a grin.

Yeah, he was right�

Part One, Chapter 5

My whole week was full of fun as Vincent, Bobby and me took every opportunity to fuck and suck each other silly.� Of course, we didn�t spend a lot of time fucking � that took more time than we�d have.� I got my chance to fuck both Vincent and Bobby and, while I found the experience exhilarating, it wasn�t as much fun as sucking them or being sucked and fucked by them.

I used my time with them wisely, honing my cocksucking skills and learning other things, like sucking their balls and stabbing at their assholes with my tongue.� That was different and I was thankful for our good hygienic practices since rimming, as I learned it was called, one of Vincent�s and Bobby�s favorite pastimes.

I was sitting in the room we all shared (it was really big) reading when my oldest brother, Todd, came in from playing basketball.

�Dude!� What�s up?� Todd said in greeting, rolling his ball across the room as he stripped off his wet sweatshirt, revealing his slender, muscular upper body.

�Not much, just reading,� I said in reply.

�Where are the guys?� Todd asked, stepping out of his shorts and revealing his long, thick cock, which dangled lazily between his legs, framed by a rather hairy set of balls.

�Vincent and Bobby are with Mom; the others are down at the hardware store with Dad,� I replied, sneaking a peek over the edge of my book to ogle my brother�s goods, thankful that my face was partially hidden, lest Todd see me drooling.

�Cool,� Todd replied.� �So, dude, you, ah, wanna suck my dick?�

�What?� I replied, surprised by the sudden change in the conversation.

�Don�t play dumb,� Todd said, smiling as he took a few steps toward me, his cock swinging nicely as he walked.� �You think I didn�t know what you and Vincent and Bobby have been up to lately?�

Oh, well, so much for being discreet, huh?

�So, how about it?� Todd asked, standing directly in front of me; I could smell the heady scent of his body, hot and sweaty and oh, so enticing.

I put my bookmarker in place and laid the book to the side, focusing my vision on Todd�s impressive package.� Unlike Vincent, Bobby, and me, Todd was uncircumsized and his prick looked like some sort of sleeping worm all nestled in its cocoon of foreskin.� I could feel my mouth starting to water in anticipation.

Slowly, I reached out and cupped Todd�s balls in my hand, feeling their warm weight and giving them a gentle squeeze while taking his cock in my other hand, bringing it to my mouth.

�Ahhh,� Todd sighed as I slipped his skin-covered knob into my mouth, using my lips and tongue to peel back Todd�s foreskin before sucking gently on the now-exposed knob.

I wasted little time teasing Todd into complete hardness, his pricking filling my mouth deliciously although he was big enough to make it a little uncomfortable.� Ah, but hell, a little discomfort was worth it as I sucked him into my throat as deeply as I could, eliciting another sigh of satisfaction from him.

�Shit, dude, you�re really good at this,� Todd said, rocking back and forth to fuck his man-meat into my hungry orifice.� �Better than some of the girls I�ve had!�

Hearing this encouraged me greatly and I increased my efforts, sucking harder on Todd�s meat and drawing from him the crystal clear juice I�d come to love.

�Whoa, slow down!� Todd cautioned as I picked up the pace even more, using my fist to pump more of his juice into my mouth.� He tried holding my head to slow me down, but I wasn�t to be denied this pleasure.

As was now the norm for me, the world closed in around me until the only things in it was Todd�s hardness and the sound of my heavy breathing as I sucked my brother�s deliciousness.� I could feel my own prick throbbing hotly against my body, demanding some attention � but I had other fish to fry�

It was only a matter of time before I felt Todd�s cock shudder in my mouth; his body wobbled for a moment before a hot load of semen poured into my mouth, coating my taste buds with that delicious oatmeal taste I�d come to love so much.

�Oh, fuck,� Todd hissed, his body shivering as his balls continued to empty themselves.� �SHIT!�

Even though Todd was beginning to soften in my mouth, I didn�t stop for one minute, continuing to run my wet, sticky mouth along the length of his prick, teasing and poking his trembling meat with my tongue and, oh, yeah, keeping him semi-erect.� I could feel his knees buckling, so I used my hands to guide him onto the bed, keeping his cock firmly in my mouth; once he was flat on his back, I went to work on him again in earnest, sucking and licking everything I could get my mouth on until his dick was hard and raging once again.

�Well, what do we have here?� came the sound of Gerald�s voice from somewhere behind me.� �A little action going on, eh?�

Even with my mouth full of hard prick, I managed to smile as I heard Gerald�s zipper come down.� I felt his hands on me, working at pulling down the shorts I was wearing before assisting me onto the bed on my knees, my bare backside delightfully exposed.

My smile got even wider as I felt the bed shift with Gerald�s weight, followed by the glorious feel of a spit-slickened cock knob being shoved into my back hole.� Man, this was better than I had expected!� I was in heaven with one cock punishing my backside while the other swabbed my throat�

Gerald exploded in my ass minutes later, coating my innards with his spunk, grunting and moaning the whole time.� I spurted some, too, sending a rush of horny pleasure through my whole body.� In front of me, Todd was really fucking my mouth with gusto, so much that all I could do was just hold my head still and let him have his fun.

The bed shifted again and I felt myself being lifted in the air for a moment, followed by Gerald�s mouth covering my erection.� I groaned delightfully at the unexpected contact, the vibrations in my throat giving Todd some pleasure as well.

The room was filled with hot, sucking sounds and the air was heavy with a strong, male scent as we went about giving each other pleasure.� Somewhere along the line, I wound up in a 69 position with Gerald, his hot cock filling my mouth even as Todd filled my rectum with his rock hard prick.

Todd�s entrance into my bowels was very painful, given his enormous size and all and I had to take some of my concentration from sucking Gerald to make the pain go away.� Eventually, I was able to dismiss the pain and get back to concentrating on what was more important � getting my brothers� loads in my mouth and ass!

Which they both delivered in grand style, I might add.� Gerald�s spunk had a slightly spicy taste, almost like Italian sausage (found out later he had eaten one before Dad had dropped him off at home) and I couldn�t find the words to describe what it felt like to have Todd�s big boner pumping nut juice into my guts.

Later, while taking a shower to clean the sperm off me, I took a moment to reflect on my recent good fortunes.� Seems like Todd and Gerald had been having this kind of fun with themselves; in fact, Todd was rather proud to inform me that he was the one who had initiated Vincent and Bobby as well, with Mason being the only hold-out of the bunch; seemed Mason wasn�t inclined to have sex of any kind� his loss, I suppose.

I really had to admit that the rest of my time spent with my brothers at home was some of the best times I�d ever had.� We�d spend our nights fucking and sucking each other, each of us knowing that if our parents would walk in on us, we�d all be so much dog meat.� But, the threat of getting caught only added to the experience, making it a lot more exciting and fulfilling.

Of course, we�d wander off down to Beck�s Creek for a little daytime action, always careful to keep our eyes peeled for any of the neighbors.� Once, while down at the creek sucking off Bobby, I heard the unmistakable sounds of someone fucking.� Bobby heard it as well and, after our curiosity got the better of us both, we tracked down the sounds and found Kenny Mitchell laying the pipe to his sister, Amanda!� We watched silently as fat Kenny pumped a surprising amount of cock into his sister�s cunt and, when he came, me and Bobby almost gasped aloud at the amount of sperm that flowed out of Amanda�s snatch when Kenny pulled out, the white liquid pouring out the gaping hole his prick had made in her body�

Ah, yes � those were some pretty good times� but they were about to get better!

Part One, Chapter 6

One by one, my brothers left home, going out to seek their fortunes at college, working, the military, leaving me alone with Mom and Dad.� I was in my senior year of high school and was doing pretty good.� Hell, I even had a girlfriend � Amanda Mitchell, if you can believe that.� We had a lot of fun together and, yeah, we fucked like rabbits whenever we could.

Still, I longed for the feel of a nice, stiff one between my lips and in my ass.� As you might suspect, I went through a period where I questioned my sexuality, wondering if I were gay or something, a worry I didn�t have to put myself through after enjoying Amanda�s cunt.

The big house seemed empty with all my brothers gone.� With Mom and Dad working and doing their own thing and me finishing school, we didn�t see much of each other, except on the weekends.

I used to lie in my room at night and listen to them making love from time to time.� I�d indulge myself during those rare times envisioning my father�s prick plunging in and out of my mother, wondering what it would feel like having him in my mouth and ass, feeling him pumping his hot sperm into me instead of �wasting� it in my mother�s cooze.

Hell, I even hatched quite a few plots to seduce my father on those occasions when my hunger for cock would get the best of me.� Nothing ever came of those thoughts � I�d usually give Amanda a call and take my frustrations out on her.� Just the same, I�d come away from making love to her feeling somewhat empty or less satisfied than I�d like.

It wasn�t that Amanda was a bad lay � good old Kenny taught her well.� It was a simple matter of me wanting another degree of satisfaction other than what pussy could offer.

There were a lot of times I�d catch myself watching my Dad as he went about whatever he happened to be doing at the moment.� For a man his age, he wasn�t in bad shape and I knew from my nights of eavesdropping on his sessions with Mom that he could really lay some serious pipe, just as I knew that he had some nice equipment hidden beneath his trousers.

Once, he caught me �staring� at him, returning my look with an amused one of his own.

�Something on your mind, son?� he asked, taking a seat in his favorite chair.

�Nothing at all, Dad,� I replied, hoping my face didn�t reveal the embarrassment I was feeling.

�Oh, I see,� Dad replied, his eyes twinkling.� �With the way you were looking at me, I thought you were about to say or ask me something.�

Shit, as horny as I was for dick, what I wanted to ask him was to give it up � but I also knew that given my father�s attitude about such things, he�d be more likely to punch my lights out than to consider letting me suck his dong.

�Nope,� I repeated, trying not to squirm under his gaze.� �When�s Mom coming back from Aunt Helen�s?�

�Tomorrow afternoon,� my father replied, his eyes still firmly fixed on me.

�Oh, okay,� I said weakly, feeling myself beginning to whither under his gaze.

�Got any plans for this afternoon?� Dad asked casually.

�No, not really,� I replied.� �Amanda�s gone somewhere with her parents, so I guess I�m on my own for a little while.�

�Well, in that case, maybe the two of us can do something together, you know, to pass the time?� my father said.

�That�d be cool,� I said.� �Anything in particular in mind?�

�What do you like to do?� he asked.

�Hey, I�m pretty flexible � what do you feel like doing?� I said, hoping my voice sounded cheery.

�Well, if your mother was here, I know what I�d be doing right about now,� my father said with a chuckle, waggling his eyebrows like some old pervert.

�I�d probably be doing the same if Amanda was around,� I said, waggling my eyebrows in return.

�I have an idea,� Dad said, getting up out of his chair.

�Really?� What?� I asked innocently.

�How about we go upstairs so you can give me a blowjob?� Dad said, his smile widening.

I sat there unable to say a single word, my mouth hanging open.

�C�mon, Eric!� Dad admonished.� �What, you didn�t think I knew about what you and your brothers have been up to over the years?�

�Actually, no, I didn�t,� I said, finally finding my voice.

�Shit, boy, how do you think they got started doing it?� Dad laughed.

�You?� I exclaimed, shocked right down to my feet.

�Yep,� Dad confirmed.� �Spent a lot of time with my dick in their mouths and in their behinds.�

�Can I ask why?�

�Seemed a good thing to do,� Dad replied.� �Besides, I spent a lot of time in bed with my own father.�

�But what about Mom?�

�What about her?� Doing this didn�t have anything to do with my feelings for her � not in the least bit.�

�Damn,� I said quietly, trying to put the pieces together � and failing miserably.

�So, how about it?� Want to show me what you�ve learned or what?�

�Why the hell not?� I answered, getting up and following my father upstairs.

Part One, Chapter 7

My father stripped down the moment he entered the room and climbed onto the spacious bed he shared with my mother, grinning at me as I also undressed.

Once that was taken care of, I climbed into bed next to him, feasting my eyes on his growing erection.� Like Todd, he was uncut and the swelling bulb at the tip of his dick was already beginning to push the covering foreskin away, precariously hanging along the well-defined rim of his glans.

�Like it?� Dad asked watching my eyes flicking over his crotch.

I answered by lowering my mouth to his cock, letting my lips retract his foreskin as I swallowed inch after gratifying inch of my father�s cock into my mouth.

�Bring it up here,� Dad whispered as I began to suck him.

I complied, swinging around until I straddled his head, my cock dangling over his mouth; a second later, I felt his lips on my tool as he kissed it before taking me completely into his mouth.

I was lost in the very sinful, very exciting situation I�d found myself in.� Not only did I have a chance to suck dick again, but I would get a chance to taste the seed that gave me life�

The feel of my father�s thick fingers penetrating my up-turned backside broke my moment of introspection and inspired me to give him the same good feelings he was giving me.� I parted his somewhat hairy ass cheeks with my hands, letting one finger begin the process of teasing his anus, which twitched and wrinkled at my touch, before plunging a finger inside him as deep as I could get it.

Dad responded by fully planting his invading digit further into my ass while gobbling my cock at a ferocious rate.� As one might expect, with two guys sucking cock and tickling each other�s prostate glands, it didn�t take long for us to explode into sweet ecstasy.

Dad came first, his pulsing cock spitting ropes of salty/sweet, sticky sperm into my mouth, his hips furiously working his heaving prick in and out of my mouth as fast as he could.� At almost the same time, I unloaded my own seed, reveling in the numbing sensations as Dad turned into a fleshy vacuum, sucking every drop of my seed into his belly.

I rolled off him to lie on my back, gasping for air and savoring the lingering taste of his nut in my mouth.� Dad, on the other hand, didn�t pause for one minute, scrambling between my legs.� He lifted them high and, using his talented tongue, swabbed by butt-hole with saliva before positioning his reddened knob at my back entrance.� I watched the look of feral concentration as he leaned into me, the head of his dick passing through my sphincter easily, taking a great deal of delight at the incredible pressure of his passing and the effects it was having on me.

I wanted him to fuck me silly, to ream my ass out until I couldn�t sit down for a week!� Dad got fully into my bowels, resting a moment; he was looking at me but I could tell by the glazed look in his eyes that he wasn�t seeing me at all� not that I could blame him.

After taking a deep breath, my father began fucking me in earnest with long, deep strokes I could feel in the pit of my stomach.� I cried out with the pleasure of it all, which on encouraged him to fuck me deeper and faster, his balls slapping obscenely against my ass.

He was getting harder now, his fuck-stick filling my rectum, stretching it nice and wide even as it tried to both trap him within me and expel him at the same time.� Several seconds later, I felt the full measure of his steel in my bottom as, grunting and cursing lustily, my father pounded his prick into my ass.

Every so often, my cock, lying limp against my stomach, would twitch and a weak stream of cum would trickle out; the hurricane of feelings that accompanied such a meager output was a delight for me to be tossed around in.

Bead of perspiration rolled off my father�s face and dripped onto my chest as his strokes began to lose rhythm, his cock thickening in my bottom.� His eyes and mouth flew wide open and he rammed his meat up to the hilt in me, his seed spilling into my bowels, all hot and sinful and sticky.

�Oh, God!� Oh, God!� Dad cried out, pumping more sperm into my ass.� �Take it!� Take it!�

Shit, I didn�t have anything to say in return.� I was in heaven as I felt the tremors in my butt subside, my father�s hosing-down of my guts finished for the moment.

�Jeez, that was really fucking great,� my father said huskily, propping himself up on his arms and smiling down at me.

�Yes, it was,� I agreed dreamily, feeling his spent seed seeping out of the seal made between his rapidly shrinking cock and my overworked ass hole.

�Would you like to fuck me now?� Dad asked, working his member into my butt for a few seconds before withdrawing.

�No, that�s okay,� I said, feeling rather sated � and sleepy.� �Maybe some other time.�

After taking a few minutes to regain our composure, we climbed into the shower together where, much to my delight, I got my ass reamed out again after I bent over to pick up the soap.� After Dad released a short load in me, he turned and bent over, exposing his hairy crack to me.� I really didn�t want to fuck him but I relented, stepping up to the plate and inserting my soapy bat into his anal passage.

Dad grunted a lot as I fucked my dick into him; at one point, I reached around our joined bodies and started jerking his cock into hardness.� It took a bit of coordination on my part, but I was soon pistoning his cock with my hand just as fast and smoothly as I was fucking his sweet ass.

I came hard, damn near losing my balance in the slippery tub.� I held on, though, and continued to pump my seed into my father�s behind while jerking him off to what I hoped was a most satisfying orgasm.

We spent the rest of the evening making love to each other, each of us taking the full measure of the other.� By the time we picked up my mother the following afternoon, I was so tired and so completely satisfied that I couldn�t see straight, let alone sit down comfortably.

�From the looks of you two,� Mom began, looking at the two of us.� �I�d say you had a good time hanging out together!�

�That�s for sure,� I replied, giving my father a knowing wink and smile.� After collecting Mom�s luggage, we headed for home.

Epilogue

Except for that one day and night, I never made love with my father again.� I graduated from high school later in the year and started working at the computer assembly plant, putting in a lot of hours.� It was hard, grueling work but quite the necessary evil, since Amanda was pregnant with my baby.� Against her parents� wishes, we got married and, using the money I was supposed to go to college with, we got a little apartment just outside the city where we set up house.

I�ve long since told Amanda about the things I did with my brothers and father, something I was sure she�d understand considering she spent some time fucking her brother.� It was cool, more so because after every telling of my experiences, Amanda would be so hot and bothered we�d fuck for hours at a time!

Every now and again, one of my brothers will come by for a visit and, of course, we�d get into it like we did in the old days.� But, that wasn�t very often and I still carry around the hunger to suck cock and to have my ass reamed out by a nice, stiff one...

Oh!� Did I tell you Amanda is having a boy?

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