I’d been running out of ways to casually pass by Mom’s bedroom when, finally, I saw that she was open mouthed and snoring.  The bedside light was still on and her romance paperback was splayed out in her hand.  I crept out the back door and crossed the silent dark streets in the direction of the highway.

Dad was in the doghouse.  Specifically, he was staying at the motor lodge on the edge of town since Mom kicked him out of the house.

Mom knows that Dad and I are close – in fact, she’s always been a little jealous of our relationship.  It was a big risk, sneaking out to see him, but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see Dad.

He opened the door to his motel room wearing a pair of sweatpants, a look of surprise on his face that spread into a wide grin.

“My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug.  He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties.  There was a metal box next to the bed for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door.  Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime.

“What’d you do, sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair.  He motioned for me to sit on the bed.

“Yeah…” I said.  Dad tsk’d.

“If she finds out…”

“She won’t.  She worked a double today.  You know she doesn’t wake up until at least noon the day after she works a double.”

“How’d you know where I was?” Dad said.  He reached for a nearly-full bottle of Jack Daniels that was on the table and poured some into a plastic cup.  “I don’t suppose she told you.”

“I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.”  Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp.

“Well I’m glad to see ya buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.”

“But it’s been almost a week.  What happened, Dad?  Did you really cheat on her?”

Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head.  “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom.  But I’m a red-blooded guy.  I like women, and they like me.”  It was true.  My dad is a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his life, and handsome too.

Dad poured himself another drink before continuing.

“There was this lady I was working for, someone your mom went to school with back in the day.  And, well, we got to flirting a bit.  It was a bad decision on my part.  This lady always had it out for your mom, so a few days ago she calls your mom up, starts spewing a bunch of nonsense, and, well, here I am.  You know how your mom is.  She gets an idea in her head and that’s that.”

“Yeah but she’s never kicked you out before,” I said. “It’s not fair.  I hate not having you around.”

“I imagine she’s on your case quite a bit, and I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, brushing back the tears in my eyes.

“Now, now,” Dad said.  “She’ll come to her senses soon.  I hope.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “You want a drink?” he said, looking at me devilishly.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“Atta boy,” Dad said, and got up to grab a second cup from the bathroom.  He poured both cups halfway full and handed one to me.  “It’ll put hair on your chest,” he said.  I drank it in two gulps.  It burned like heck but left a warm feeling.

“So talk to me, son.  What’s new with you?”

“Not much.  School sucks.”

“How’s your girlfriend?  Tasha, right?”

“She’s okay.  Come to think of it, she’s like Mom. Always jealous when I talk to other girls.”

“That’s women for ya,” Dad said, leaning forward with the bottle.  I held out my cup and Dad filled it to the rim.  “I don’t think many guys would bother with them were it not for one little thing.”

“Well then, I don’t know why I bother with Tasha at all.”

“You mean she hasn’t given it up yet?”

“Oh she has.  Just not to me.  She says she wants to wait till prom.  Meanwhile I know she did it with Alec last summer.”

“So you’re 0 for 0?”

“Yep.  Except we’ve done just about everything else.”

“Well that’s fine,” Dad said, sliding back in his seat.  “But there’s nothing much better than sliding it into a tight, wet pussy.”

“I bet,” I said.  “Don’t rub it in.”

“Rubbing it is about all you’re doing,” Dad said.

“Ha, ha.  You should talk.  I mean…probably.”

“Nope, you nailed it,” Dad said, shaking his head.  He leaned forward with the bottle again.  I finished the rest of what was in my cup and held it out for more.  “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of time to fantasize about what I didn’t do.”

“Does Mom like sex, Dad?”

“Son, your mother is about the best lay I’ve ever had, as well she should be, or I would never have put up with her shit for this long.”

“Why are women so weird about it, then?  I mean, if it feels good, why don’t they want to do it all the time, like us?”

“It’s a good question,” Dad said.  “I’ve known some ladies who liked it as much as guys.  But for a lot of women, I figure it’s cause they’re the ones getting poked.  There’s more at stake when you’re on the receiving end, you know?  Babies, diseases, stuff like that.  You gotta build up trust to let somebody in you like that.”  I considered this as I took another gulp of whiskey, which was going down easier with each swig.

“Crazy thing is – and I can’t believe I’m tellin you this – I’ve always been dying to know what it feels like, bein on the other end of things, so to speak,” Dad said with a smirk.

“Well you know Jimmy Pavnick,” – Jimmy’s my gay buddy from school – “He says he likes taking it up the butt, that it feels even better than fucking.  He was crackin us up the other day talking all about what it’s like.”

“I’ve had a finger or two up there,” Dad said.  “It did feel good.  I mean, gettin poked, you gotta figure it’s a whole other thrill.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “And life’s too damn short.  I don’t intend to deny myself much of anything from now on, especially if this is the way your mom’s gonna treat me when I tow the line.”  Dad took a deep breath.  “Sorry, son.  I’m just lettin off some steam.”

“It’s okay,” I said, watching Dad pour us another round.  I realized the bottle was nearly empty.  I thought, “He’s drunk.”  Then I realized, “I’m drunk.”

While we finished what had been left in the bottle, I started thinking.  I probably never would have said anything if I hadn’t been as buzzed as I was.

“Hey Dad,” I said.  “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?”  Dad smirked.

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

“Go ahead,” Dad said.

“Nothing.  I was just thinking, our problems are similar, in a way.”

“I know what you’re getting at.  At least I think I do.”

“It just seems like, it’s just us here.  Nobody would ever have to know.”

“Nope,” Dad said.  “No they wouldn’t.”  He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back.  My cock started swelling up.  “Say it.”

“I can’t,” I said.

“We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new.  Am I on the right track there?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Stand up, son.”

“But I’m hard,” I said.  Dad shrugged, stood.  His hard-on tented out the front of his sweat pants.  “That make it easier for ya?”

I stood up, facing him, my boner making a long lump down the leg of my jeans.  Dad reached forward to feel it.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.

“We’re drunk and horny,” Dad said.  “And no, I can’t believe it either.”  I reached for his cock.  It was so hard.  Dad stepped closer and put his arms around me.  I put mine around him.  We pulled close and started making out, with tongues and everything.  It was just like with Tasha in a way.  It didn’t matter that it was my dad, we were such good friends that it felt natural.

“You’re takin the lead, right?” Dad said once we came apart.  He slid down his sweat pants.  “Get naked with me,” he said.  I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans.  “I’m yours tonight, buddy,” Dad said, standing there in all his glory.  Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front.  “How do you want me then?”

“I don’t know…”

“Bent over or missionary?”

“How do you fuck Mom?”

“Missionary, usually.”

“Um, do you have a preference?”

“How bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” I said, smiling.  Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed.  He planted his feet wide.  I took in the sight of my big hot dad, his strong back tapering to his waist and then his butt splayed out.  I got closer and saw his hole, pink, with a brush of hair going down either side.  I knelt down behind him, running my hand over his butt cheeks.  I ventured toward his crack with my fingertips, and ran a finger over his hole, making him gasp and clench up.

“Does that feel okay?” I said.

“I like havin my butt played with,” Dad said.  “Don’t be afraid.”  I slid my fingers across his hole again and Dad relaxed into it.  I could see his dick hanging half-hard between his legs, a big drop of precum on the tip.

“Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.  She loves it,” Dad said.

“Do you think I could try…eating you out?”

“I think that’d be more than fine,” Dad said.  I got in there and ran my tongue over his his hard, sparsely hairy cheeks.  Then I dragged it down his crack.  When my tongue made contact with his hole Dad bucked and groaned.  I was so turned on.  I ground my tongue right against Dad’s butthole and ate him out.  Dad was into it, backing up against my tongue, groaning and moaning as I dug it in deeper.

I got my finger wet and brought it to his hole.  “Here we go,” I said.  I pressed and the tip of my finger popped in.  Dad gasped.  His hole was so tight.  I didn’t want to hurt him, but I must have been too hesitant because Dad backed up and sank the rest of my finger into his butt.  I slid my finger out then in again, marveling at the tightness, like a vice.  My cock was so ready.

“What about lube?” I asked once I’d withdrawn my finger.

“Got it,” Dad said, and got up to grab his bag from beside the TV.  “I picked this up on Monday.  Four days in a motel room, spit won’t cut it after awhile,” he said, handing me a tube of KY.  He took his position again, bent over the bed.

“I guess we don’t need a rubber,” I said.

“I can’t see any reason for it.  Score one for butt sex with your Dad, I guess.  Right?”

I laughed and got behind him.  “I’m so nervous.  I don’t know why,” I said.

“I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said.  “Just go slow, we’ll do alright.”  I lubed up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it.  I pushed forward.  The head of my dick flattened then popped inside.  Dad made a sound in his throat.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah buddy,” Dad said, all guttural.  I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside.

“Goddamn,” Dad said, sinking back some more.  I took the cue that we were good to go and shifted my hips forward, sinking my shaft fully into Dad’s butt.

And there you had it, a host of firsts:  my first piece, Dad’s first poke, and the previously unimaginable fact that I was boning my own dad.

“This feels amazing,” I said.

“I am with you,” Dad said.  I slid out a little; pushed back in.  It was indescribable, that tightness around my cock for the first time.  I did it again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“What’s the verdict?” Dad said.

“A-plus,” I said, going for another pump.  “And for you?”

“Let’s just say your buddy Jimmy knows what he’s talking about,” Dad said between breaths.  His big body heaved forward as I thrust into it.  “It’s different, but in a way it’s about the best thing I ever felt.”

“That’s what Mom’s been getting all these years.”

“Well now I know she’s even luckier than I thought.”

“You make me wanna try it,” I said.

“That can be arranged,” Dad said.  I was banging him slowly, just enjoying the feel and frankly, not wanting to loose it too soon.

“Does Mom like it rough or gentle?” I asked.

“A bit rough to tell you the truth.  I can take it however you want to dish it out, son.  In fact I think I’d prefer it if you knocked me around a little bit.  Gimme the full treatment, you know?”

I took that to heart and started working over my Dad like I imagined him doing it to Mom.  Long strokes from the back, rough thrusts balls-deep.  Skin was slapping against skin.  The bed was shaking and Dad’s moans were getting louder and louder.  I gave his ass a slap.

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck your old man.”

“Goddamn, Dad, I’m gonna cum.  Where should I cum?”

“Shoot it in me.  Shoot it right inside your pop.  Fuck, I’m gonna blow too.”  He took a hand away from the bed and stroked his cock.  Suddenly his hole got tighter and his moans got feverish and he started yelling out, “Goddamn, fuck my ass!  Fuck yeah!”  Without a word I shot my load, just blast after blast right up inside him.  It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

We took a shower afterward.  I was way too drunk to walk home, so Dad and I climbed into bed together.  I snuggled up to him, my arms wrapped around his back, and found myself boning up.

“Wanna pork me again, don’t you?” Dad said.  I offered a weak “Yeah.”

“Can’t say I blame ya,” Dad said, flipping on the light and getting on all fours.  “Have at it son.  We won’t get too many chances to fuck like bunnies once I’m back home.”  As I prepared to slide my aching cock into the snapping tight butthole of my dear ol’ dad, I considered canceling the wake-up call we’d placed and letting Mom discover I’d snuck out.  Maybe Dad and I would both get in trouble, and that was fine by me.  Life in the doghouse was pretty sweet, after all.

Dad turned the car down a dirt road and into a field surrounded by trees.  He killed the engine, then turned to me and sighed.  He’d been acting strange the whole ride.

“Well, son, I guess you’re wondering why I brought you out here.”  I had a pretty good idea:  the dreaded sex talk.  He scratched his stubbly chin.  He seemed like he didn’t know how to begin.

“Shit,” he said, looking out the window.  He’d lost his nerve.  “You know, I used to bring your mother out here when we were in high school.”  He turned to me again.  “In fact, it was your mother who suggested I have a talk with you.”

“About what?” I said, trying to help him out.  As much as I wanted to avoid this awkward conversation, I felt bad for my poor dad.  He’d always been a role model for me.  He was handsome, muscular, and beautiful in my eyes.  I wanted to be just like him.

“You’re at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes.  You know what I’m saying?”

“Sex, right?” I said.  A sly smirk spread across my dad’s face.

“That’s right.  And I just wanted to know if you had any questions.  You know, if you were confused about anything.”

“No, not really.”

“Well, you’re pretty grown up now.  I’d already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick.” He chuckled.  There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad fucking mom in the back seat.

“So, have you ever done anything yet…like, with a girl?” he asked, nervously rubbing his hands against his jean-clad thighs.

“No,” I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I’d been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend Brian.

“Not even with Tracy?”

“No way.”  Tracy was girl I’d hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason latched on to the idea that she was my girlfriend.

“So…do you mastur – I mean, do you jerk off?”

“Dad!” I said.  Then I noticed the sincere look on his face.  He was just trying to talk to me like a friend.  “Yeah, I do.  A lot, actually.”

“That’s good, son.  That’s healthy.  You know, I still do it too.  In fact, I’ve keep some lube and magazines in the bedroom closet, and you’re welcome to use them any time you want.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.  I mean, as long as I’m not using them.”  The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick.  I started to get hard beneath my shorts.  There was a weird tension in the car.  Dad shifted in his seat.

“And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too.”

“Join you?”

“Yeah.  When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the football team and we used to get together and mess around.  You know, just guy stuff.”  Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual.  I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.

“Well, sometimes my friend Brian and I mess around,” I admitted.  Dad didn’t look very surprised.

“You guys beat off together?”

“Yeah.  Sometimes we do other stuff.”  Dad’s cock was clearly hard and straining against his jeans.

“Man, I miss those days,” he said.

“Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime,” I said, my excitement catching in my voice.  My heart was beating out of my chest.

“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?”  He indicated to the snake in his trousers.

“No,” I croaked.

“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”

“Okay.”

The car seat creaked as dad undid his jeans.  He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs.  He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock that was as thick as a baby’s arm.

My eyes widened.  Of course I’d seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked gently in his palm.  He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt.

“Wow,” I said.  His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows.  Dad held his handsome dick so it stood up straight.

“You can feel it, if you want to,” he said.  I looked up at him.  He had a serious look on his face, and he nodded to me as if to say, It’s okay.

I reached over and took his dick in my hand.  It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Brian’s that I was kind of mesmerized by it.  I felt his hot, hairy balls.  They scrunched up as I held them in my palm.  Dad put his head back on the seat.  He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.

I slid my fist up his thick shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock head, which was already leaking with juice.  Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his cock.  He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.

“Feels so good,” he said.  “Take yours out, too.”  I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable six-inch dick.  It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.

“Nice dick,” my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his.  He started to reach over.  “May I?” I nodded my head.  He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently.  It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad.  His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be.  While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine.  I was as turned on as I’d ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.

“Fun, huh?” dad whispered huskily into my ear.  I groaned a little as Dad’s hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick.  I did the same to him.  “Aw, yeah,” he gasped, his breath hot on my face.  We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments.  Dad’s nuts were tight at the bottom of his shaft.  His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other’s pieces.

Pretty soon we were both way too close.  I had to knock Dad’s hand away from my dick.  We both fell back into our seats, panting.

Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting an orange glow on the horizon.  The crickets chirped in the field.  Dad looked over at me.  We were both still rock hard.

“Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?”  I shook my head, smiling.  “Here, let me show you something I used to do with one of my buddies,” he said slipping off his shoes and removing his pants from his ankles.  “Crawl in the back seat.”

I took off my shorts and I was completely naked, then I sat in the back seat.  Dad got totally naked, too, his big cock bobbing lustily in front of him as he climbed back with me.  He laid me down on the seat and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his thick, hairy thighs.  He laid his masculine, muscular body onto my smooth and lithe one.  Our dicks lay like pipes next to each other, pressed in between our sweaty bodies.

He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine.  Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs.  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad’s naked body against mine.  I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were.  I tightened around his thighs, pulling him closer to me.

“Feels good, right?” he said, his handsome face right next to mine.  He kissed me then, and for one exquisite instant I felt his tongue slip in between my lips.  I slid out my tongue to meet his, and we kissed like that for just a minute.  It was over way too quickly.

Dad took my legs in his hands and raised them to his shoulders.  My ass was exposed to the air, and his balls began to slide against my twitching hole.  His thrusts got lower and lower, until his whole fat hog was riding against my butthole.  My dick wasn’t getting much attention, but it really didn’t matter.  The feeling of my dad’s big dick riding against my asshole was intense.  I pushed back against him, wanting more.   Dad seemed to get lost in what he was doing, focusing intently on pushing his big dick along his son’s pulsing pink asshole.

He looked up at me.  I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from rolling in the back of my head.  He took my dick in his hand and stroked it as he humped me.  Slick sweat kept his cock gliding against my asshole.  I wanted him to take me, and I think he wanted to do it too, but we both knew it was going to be difficult.  Brian had slid his dick up my butt a couple of times, but it was nowhere near the size of Dad’s piece.  For all intents and purposes (and for all my dad knew) I was a virgin.

Dad set his hips back and jabbed the tip of his cock right into my asshole.  I kissed it with my sphincter, my own cock pulsing in his hand.  He continued to jab into me, the pressure building and building on my sphincter, a little more of Dad’s dick going in each time.  And then the head of his cock sank inside.

“Aaaahh!” I cried out, in pain and pleasure.  My asshole spasmed around his cock, and before I could control what was happening, cum started pumping out of my dick.  Dad started to stroke me as I unleashed rope after rope of heavy cream onto my stomach.  The way my asshole spasmed around the head of his cock must have done it for him, because suddenly he couldn’t hold back either.

He moaned loudly, but managed to hold his hips steady.  His cock rested just barely inside of me as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of come inside my ass, the head of his dick pulsing and stretching my tender ring of muscle with each shot.  The look on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen.  This was my dad, the man I’d loved and respected and feared and looked up to my whole life, and he was totally losing it over me, unable to hold back as his dick gushed its load inside my butt.

When he’d finished filling me with his seed he pulled out and collapsed onto my body, his hairy chest heaving against mine.  I ran my hands down his broad back and cupped his firm ass in my hand.

Dad had taken me out here to have “the talk,” intent on teaching me anything I’d wanted to learn.  Now, I had a feeling there were a few things we’d be teaching each other.

It was Friday night, Homecoming night; one of those mid-fall evenings when you’re just getting used to wearing a jacket and the leaves are skittering across the pavement.  We could hear the sound of the announcer up at the football field as we walked to Jason’s house.  Neither of us had any interest in going to the game anyway, but tonight was extra cool cause Jason’s parents were out of town and he had the house to himself.

Jason said he had a surprise for me once we got there.  I bugged him about it but he wouldn’t tell me what it was.  His house was dark, the whole street was dark – everyone was at the game.  We clomped up his wooden porch steps and went inside.

Freedom!  We turned on all the lights and put the Violent Femmes on the stereo.  There were two beers in the fridge and we drank them and danced around like idiots until we couldn’t dance anymore.

“Ready to check out the surprise?” Jason said, giving me a mischievous grin.  Jason knows he’s good looking; he has brown hair that goes past his ears and sticks out when he wears a baseball cap, which is most of the time.  When he smiles it’s all you can do not to smile with him.

“Hell yeah man,” I said, and followed him up the carpeted steps.  Jason’s room was where we usually hung out.  He had all kinds of cool stuff like an electric guitar, beanbag chairs, a shelf full of movies, and of course his N64.  In fact, I’d wondered if the surprise was the new Zelda, which we’d both been salivating over for weeks.

Instead, Jason reached into his sock drawer and pulled out a black videotape.

“What is it?” I said, taking it.  It said “Love Theater” on the top.

“It’s a porno, dude.  Brandt lent it to me.  It’s his dad’s.”

My heart quickened.  I’d never seen a porno before.

“What’s it like?” I asked.

“You wanna watch it?” I nodded; I was excited but nervous as hell.

Jason put in the tape and we plopped down on the red and yellow beanbags.  It was an older movie – probably from the ‘70s – and it was foreign, German or something.  The story involved a group of guys and girls traveling in a bus and (naturally) having all sorts of sex.  We were quiet as we watched it kick into gear.

“It’s kinda goofy,” Jason said.  It really was.  The first scene had a burly guy with an uncut dick playfully chasing two girls through a field in slow motion.  When he caught them, they rolled around and then the girls started sucking his dick.  I had never seen real live sex before.

“He’s got a big dick,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.  We continued watching in silence that Jason would sometimes punctuate with a comment.  My cock was totally hard, and I wondered if Jason’s was too.  I glanced over at him once and thought I saw a rod in his jeans.  I’d tried to be quick but Jason caught my glance and gave a nervous laugh.

“Gettin a little turned on,” he said, resting his hand on his crotch.

“I know, me too,” I said, and Jason looked over at my crotch.  As the movie progressed, I would catch out of the corner of my eye Jason brushing his hand over his dick, casually rubbing it.  I started doing the same.

We were on the second scene now, and a girl was getting it from two different guys.

“These guys all have such big dicks,” Jason said.

“I know,” I said.  Then unthinkingly added,  “I wish I was that big.”

“Me too,” Jason said.  I felt relieved when he said that.  Jason looked over at me and I looked at him, our hands on our cocks.  “I wonder if we should compare?” he said.

I’d been anticipating this.  I could barely choke out the word, “Yeah.”

Jason unbuckled his pants and I did the same.  He stood up and so did I, letting our pants drop to the floor.  Jason took off his boxers, so did I.  Then we stood there before each other.  Jason lifted up his shirt so I could see – his dick was a lot like mine, maybe a little nicer, jutting up super hard from a bunch of brown pubes.  I wasn’t as hairy – but I’m blonde, so they were lighter, too.  His nuts hung low, unlike mine, which were all bunched up.

“It’s nice,” Jason said, nodding at my dick.

“Yeah, yours is too.”  Jason lifted off his shirt.

“Might as well get naked all the way.”  I followed suit.  We both had nice bodies from swimming all summer.  Jason had a little hair on his chest, but I was all smooth.

Jason turned back to the porno and started stroking himself as he watched.  I started doing it too.  I was so aware of how close we were standing, but afraid to make a false move.  Then I felt Jason push my hand aside and take my cock in his hand.  I honestly thought I’d cum right there, but I managed to get my bearings.  After a minute Jason took my hand and put it on his dick.  It felt a lot like mine though the skin was tighter.  I couldn’t grip it as hard as I gripped mine, I had to kind of slide my hand along it.  But it seemed to be doing the trick – Jason’s eyes were half-closed and he was breathing heavily.

I remember thinking I wasn’t going to last much longer, when we heard the front door open downstairs.  Our hands sprung away like from fire.  Jason was wide-eyed.

“Yo – Jason?  Bro?  You home?” said a voice downstairs.  It was Nick, his older brother.  We scrambled to put our pants on.

“What’s he doing here?” I asked.

“I don’t know – he must be home from college.”  He was starting up the steps.  We didn’t have time to put on our shirts.  Jason clicked off the TV just in time as Nick rounded the hallway and peeked in the door.  We must have been red-faced and breathing like we’d just run a marathon.

“Hey bro – hey Nate.  What’s going on?”  Jason sat on the edge of the bed.

“Mom and dad went to Grandma’s, they won’t be back till Sunday.”

“No shit.  I figured something was up when I saw all the lights on.  What were you guys doing?”  He looked us up and down.  The video was still whirring in the machine.

“Nothing,” I said, sitting on the beanbag.  Nick took off his jacket and tossed it on the bed.  He was 21 and a football player – a masculine and handsome guy I’d always looked up to.

“What were you watching?”

“Just a movie,” Jason said, running his hand through his hair and putting his cap on backwards.

“What movie?” Nick asked, sitting down on the bed.  He wore a white t-shirt and his thick thighs filled out his blue jeans.

“Just something we rented,” Jason said.

“Face/Off,” I said.  Nick looked at us suspiciously.

“Bullshit,” he said, and reached for the remote.  He flipped it on and cocksucking filled the screen.  “Whoa – dude – where’d you guys get a porno?”

“It’s Brandt Hoover’s dad’s,” Jason said.

“Oh man – I never had porn when I was you guys’s age,” Nick said, setting the remote down and leaning back on his elbows, his eyes on the screen.  Nick had short hair, dark brown like his brother’s, but he had a thick covering of stubble on his strong-jawed face and, from what I’d seen hanging around the house when Nick had still lived there, even more hair on his body.

I turned around and watched the movie.

“What is this – German?” Nick asked.

“That’s my guess,” I said.

“Man, these guys are huge.”

“That’s what we said.”  The shock of the interruption was wearing off.  We became three guys in our sexual prime, captivated by the glow of electric sex.  I could hear Nick shuffling around behind me.

“Man, I could stand to jack off,” Nick said.  We were silent.  “That’s what you guys were doing before I came up, right?”  Still silent.  “I don’t care – it’s cool.”

“Yeah, we were,” Jason said.

“You guys mind if I join you?” Nick said.  My heart was racing again.  This was almost too much.  Jason mumbled “Whatever.”  Nick sat up and looked down at me.

“Nate, you mind?”

“No, it’s cool.”

“Well alright,” Nick said, and I heard him unzipping his pants. Then I knew he had his cock out because I could hear his palm sliding against his shaft.  I heard Jason undo his jeans.  So I did the same, just letting my cock out of my boxers.  I stroked myself, paying as much attention to the sounds behind me as I was to the porno in front.

“I can’t say much for this porno but at least it’s doing the trick,” Nick said.  “Nate.”  I waited for him to follow up my name with something, but he just said it again.  “Nate.”  I turned around.

Nick was still leaning back on his elbows, his shirt pushed up above his meaty, hairy pecs, his pants and tighty-whities around his ankles.  His hand was riding up and down his big, hairy dick.  It was intimidating and exciting all at the same time.  I didn’t even try to pretend I wasn’t looking at it – and Nick seemed to be showing it off anyway.

“You guys have any pornos other than this one?”

“No, this is the only one I’ve ever seen actually.”  Jason started taking off his pants, glancing at my dick then at his brother’s.  I started taking mine off too.

“When in Rome,” Nick said, slipping his pants over his shoes and lifting off his shirt.

I just kept watching the movie, wanting so bad to turn around and watch Jason’s big, hot brother jerk off.  It got to the last scene; a big, climactic orgy with everyone sucking and fucking.  Eventually I noticed something behind me had changed.  Nick was breathing heavier, the bed was bouncing more.  I turned back and got a shock – Jason was beating his brother off, his eyes glued to Nick’s big dick, stroking it up and down.  Nick had his head back, his eyes closed, his hips bucking a little as his little brother stroked him.  Then he looked up and saw me staring.  He lifted his hand and motioned me to come over.

I went over to the bed.  Nick took my cock in his hand, jacking me as Jason jacked him.  Then, to my utter shock, Nick leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.  His lips slid down my shaft, easily swallowing my rock-hard meat, his tongue slathering the underside.  He came back up and held my balls as he took it all the way in again, bobbing up and down on my dick just like the girls in the movie.

I closed my eyes because I felt myself losing it.  When I caught my bearings I saw Jason going down on Nick, sucking on the tip of his big brother’s fat prick.  Nick moaned around my dick, sucking me steadily as Jason explored his brother’s dick, taking more of it into his mouth.

This all lasted a minute; ten seconds more and it might have been all over, at least for me.  But Nick backed off, wiping his lips off on his arm and catching his breath.  He stroked me as he looked down at his brother sucking him off.  He put his hand on the back of Jason’s head, urging him along.

Nick looked at me and indicated that I should go down too.  I got in front of him, this hulking mass of jock dude, and Nick spread his thighs, issuing me in between them.

Jason came off his brother’s cock, handing it over to me.  It was so big, its power was undeniable.  I licked up and down the sides of it.  There was a heady, sweaty smell coming from his crotch that I recognized from locker rooms.  I put the bulbous head in between my lips, tasting the salty, slippery pre-cum on the slit.  I cupped his heavy nuts in my hand, sliding more of his dick in my mouth and trying to be careful with my teeth.  I managed maybe as much as Jason had, sucking up and down the top and using my hand to stroke the rest of him.

I looked up and now Jason had his lean body stretched back on the bed while Nick bent down, sucking him off.  Nick took Jason’s smaller cock with ease all the way to the base, his nose buried in Jason’s pubes, then back up again.  I was glad I wasn’t getting stimulated at that point – I didn’t know how Jason was holding on.  I felt like I’d shoot at the slightest breeze.

“You guys should sixty-nine,” Nick said.  “Nate, get on the bed beside me.”  I did.  “Lay down – scoot up so your whole body’s on – yeah.  Jason, you get on top.  The other way.  Yeah – there you go.”

Jason’s dick came down from above and I opened my mouth to receive it.  At the same time I felt his mouth engulf mine.  It was mind blowing, it was – my first sexual position, sixty-nineing with my best friend.  Both of us were kind of frantically going at it – it was hard to slow the momentum with both of us getting it at the same time.

Nick was beating off, watching us.

“I’m gonna cum soon dudes – you too?” Nick said.  We just kept going, sucking each other in earnest.  “I’m so fucking close,” Nick said, getting up on his knees and pointing his cock at us.

I felt myself letting go.  Should I let Jason know in some way?  I wanted to warn him but it just came out as a muffled moan.  Then Jason was moaning too and my mouth was suddenly flooded with hot cum – big bitter globs that I swallowed down.  At the same time I was losing it in his mouth, my cum for the first time not oozing out cold over my fist or my mattress, but going right into his hot mouth.  He was swallowing too.

I heard Nick’s grunts get louder, his husky voice bellowing as he pointed his dick at us.  He shot his load all over us, most of it landing on Jason’s back but some of it hitting my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” he said, rubbing his dick on Jason’s body, slapping it against my sisde.

We were spent.  Nick got up and threw us a towel.  Jason wiped up and then handed it to me.  The video had reached the credits.  Jason went off to take a shower, so it was just me and big Nick.  We slid on our underwear and sat on the bed beside each other as the tape rewound itself.

“You spending the night?” Nick asked.

“I guess,” I said.

“That was fun, right?”  He got closer to me and put his hand on my side.  He was looking right into my eyes.  “You’re pretty hot.”  His mouth was next to mine, and we just sort of came together.  He was kissing me, his tongue sliding in my mouth and his hands clutching at my back.

“Don’t tell Jason,” he said.

I never did.

Dad called me in to his room just as I was getting in the shower.  The tone of his voice sounded serious – so I wrapped a towel around my waist and cautiously opened his bedroom door.

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else.  My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous.  He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

“Son, I found this under your bed.”

“What the heck were you doing in there?”

“Never mind that.  I think it’s high time we talked about this.”

“About what?”  I was confused, cause my dad’s a pretty sexual guy, and I never felt like jerking off was a big deal.

“From the looks of this rag you’ve been stroking the lizard way too much.”  He tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes.  “Would you shut the door?”  He put his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s not healthy for a guy to spend so much time by himself.  I know it’s hard at your age.  Girls don’t know what they want, and guys only want one thing.  It can be frustrating.”

“To say the least,” I said.

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Um…yeah.”

“It’s okay.  I figured as much. And I want to help you, any way that I can.”  He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close; my face rested against his beefy, hairy chest.  He smelled like fresh soap and cologne.

“Geez, dad.  I feel like I’ll never get laid.  And if I ever do get the chance, I’m scared I might not know – like – what to do.”

“Son, every young guy has been in your position, but don’t let it get you down.  You’re a real handsome guy, and you’ll be pulling more pussy than you can handle in no time.”  His words were reassuring.  It was just like my dad to show such concern for me.  He was always a hands-on kind of father.

Looking me in the eyes, real “man-to-man”-like, he continued.

“If you’re really anxious about fucking, there might be a way I could help you out.  Are you interested?”

“Sure!”

“You could get the experience you need, and we could both have a bit of fun in the process.”

“How?”

“You can practice.  With me.”

“With you?”

“Hey, I may be your old man, but I still got spunk in me that would put a sixteen-year-old to shame.”  It was true – my dad’s a totally sexy guy.  Girls were always checking him out on the street.

“I can’t believe you’d be willing to do that for me.”

“Just think of it as a warm-up before the big game,” Dad said as he slipped off his workout pants.  “Everyone needs a dry run now and again.  It takes the edge off.”  I gazed at his hairy thighs and white briefs-clad bulge.

“Well…what do I do?”

“Get naked, for starters.”  I cautiously undid my towel and let it fall to the floor.  In no time my half-hard cock became a full-on boner.

“Phew,” Dad whistled, gazing down at my dick.  “You may look like your momma, but I could spot the Morelli genes in that dick from a mile away.”

“Thanks Pop,” I said, blushing.

“Now come closer, son.”  He put his knuckle under my chin.  “Don’t be shy.”  He lifted my face to his.  “You got plenty to be proud of, with that tight little body of yours and that thick man’s cock.  Go ahead and swagger a little bit when you’re showin off, okay?  Keep your confidence.”

“Okay,” I said.  I could feel the heat from his body as his hairy belly pressed into my smooth one.

“Now, kissing comes first and always.  I’m sure you’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s as far as I ever get.”  Dad laughed.

“Well, kissing’s a lot more fun when you’re working up to sex.  Don’t make it too sloppy, but don’t be afraid to get into it, either.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.  So show me how you kiss.”  I took a deep breath, and pressed my lips to Dad’s.  I’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this was different.  His almost-bare body pressed to mine in a decidedly un-fatherly way.  His cock was chubbed up and rising, while my rock-hard boner was leaking against his thigh.  When dad opened his lips, I took it as a cue to slip my tongue inside.  Dad responded by wriggling his tongue up against mine.  Our heads twisted from side to side as we sucked face.  I was making out with my dad, just like I’d made out with my girlfriends, but this was ten times better.

“Wow,” Dad said, coming off of our kiss.  “You’re a hell of a good kisser.  You don’t got anything to worry about in that department.”

“Thanks, Pop.”  He put his hand on my hip.

“Now, when a girl goes down on you…well, that’s about the best feeling in the world.  But it’s important to stay focused, otherwise you’ll lose your nut before you should.”

Dad went down on his knees.  He held up my cock.

“I want you to close your eyes.  Concentrate on the way your dick feels, and don’t look down until you’ve got yourself under control.”

I did as I was told, shutting my eyes and raising my face to the ceiling.  One minute I was hearing my dad’s breath, and the next I felt the most incredible warm, sliding sensation engulf my entire dick.  My knees went weak and I had to grab Dad’s shoulder for support.  I thought I’d cum then and there, as my cock was worked over by that hot and heavenly suction.  But I kept my eyes closed and remembered to breathe.  I could feel Dad’s mouth sliding up and down my shaft, his rough tongue slathering the underside with thick and lolling swipes.

Finally, I opened my eyes.  Dad was bobbing on my dick, sucking it with ease.  He went down all the way, letting it poke in his throat before sliding back up again.  He ran his hands up my body, looking me in the eyes as he chugged my dick.  It was truly an effort for me to hold on to my load (and though I didn’t know it at the time, I was getting better head from my dad than I’d ever get from my inexperienced girlfriends).

He popped my cock out of his mouth.  “Feel good for you, son?”  I nodded, unable to speak.  “Tell me what feels good.  Girls need to know when they’re doing it right, they need encouragement.”

“Oh, Dad, it feels incredible.  Your…your tongue feels like it’s coaxing the come right out of me.  I can’t…I don’t think I can…”  Dad intuitively sensed that I was on the verge, and came off just in time.

“Fucking great job, boy,” he said, standing up and slapping me on the back.  “You held up well, especially for your first time.  That’s a sweet cock you got, too.  Lots of juicy pre-come.  Any girl would be lucky to suck on that.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You ready for the next step?”  I nodded.  Dad slid off his underwear.  His fully hard pecker bounced out from a nest of black, bushy pubes.  The tip was wet with pre-jizz.  It was clear he was as turned on as me, and I thought that was pretty cool.

“Son, one of the most important things about having sex is the ability to please your partner.  Guys your age are just dying to get a nut.  They’ll fuck a girl without ever caring whether she’s getting off.  It’s no wonder they have a hard time scoring pussy.  You’ve got to give as well as you receive.”

Dad lay on the bed, on his stomach, his feet on the floor.  He spread his legs, opening the cheeks of his big, muscular ass and raising it into the air.

“Now son, eating pussy is an art, and I don’t expect you to really get the hang of it until you’ve had some practice with the real thing.  You’ve got to start somewhere, though, and I want you to treat my ass like it was a pussy.  Get down here, and give it the care and attention that a hot pussy deserves.”

My dad’s broad shoulders tapered down to his tight, curved back.  His firm ass, covered with a light dusting of black hair, flared out before me.  I’d seen this butt in his jeans, looking quite fine, any number of times.  But this was another matter entirely.

“Take my cheeks in your hands and pull them apart.  My asshole’s nice and clean, so don’t worry about that.  Just explore it.  Touch it a little first.”  I gently pulled apart his soft cheeks to reveal his pink butt hole.  Slowly, I ran my fingertip down his deep crack.  When I touched his hot, sticky asshole, Dad twitched and moaned.

“Now, don’t be afraid to get your face in there.  Take a nice, deep whiff.”  He smelled musky and manly.  Tentatively, I reached out my tongue, and touched it to his hole.  Dad’s whole body jerked.  “That’s really nice, son, but it might be better if you worked up to it first.  Really make love to my ass.  Turn that pussy into jelly.”

I started by nibbling on Dad’s pert butt cheeks.  Then I licked down his crack, drinking in his musky sweetness, being careful to rim right around his hole, my tongue flirting with the slick skin there but never fully delving in.  Dad was getting worked up, grinding his pelvis into the bed.

“Go for it,” he said breathlessly.  “Get your tongue in there.  Eat that pussy like you own it.”  I buried my face in Dad’s ass, working my tongue into his hot hole, feeling his sphincter clamp around it.  I feasted on that ass, getting it moist and slobbery.

“That’s it, boy.  Don’t be afraid to get messy, it’s a messy job.  Man, you are working wonders back there.  You sure you never done this before?”  It was a nice compliment.  I licked and sucked until Dad’s asshole went totally slack, and then I could really slide my tongue inside.  I was just hitting my stride when Dad told me to stop.

“From your enthusiasm I can tell you take to eating pussy just like your old man.  In fact, it’s my favorite thing to do next to fucking.”  He stood up.  His cock was red and pulsing, slick with the pre-come he’d leaked on the bedspread.

“Now, if eating pussy takes a certain finesse, fucking it requires an even gentler touch and a careful approach.  You got me pretty lubed up back there, but…”  He grabbed a tube of lube from his dresser drawer.  “…but spit don’t always cut it, and sometimes, neither does a girl’s natural juices.  That’s why lube is important.”  He handed it to me, and lay back down on his stomach.

“Get your dick nice and greased up, and be sure to put some on my asshole, too.  Be careful, cause it can be a shock when it’s chilly.”  I slathered it on my cock, then rubbed it into Dad’s quivering asshole.  “That’s the way.  Now, if there’s nothing else you take away from this today, remember one thing:  when breaking open a pussy, you’ve got to take it slow.  Girls, especially those your age, can be tight.  And with a piece like the one you’re swingin, you better take it easy or you’re liable to split that pussy in two.  Line your dickhead up with my hole, and when you feel me start to relax, go ahead and push in — but slowly, just until I let you inside.”

I did as Dad said, letting his asshole kiss the tip of my dick. When he relaxed I bore down gently.  The more pressure I applied, the more I felt his hole give way.  Then, suddenly, the head of my dick sank inside.

“Fuck!” Dad gasped.  “Now hold up and let me catch my breath.”  But my dick had a mind of its own and just kept going.  “Shit!  Fuck!  Go slow, son!”  I managed to calm myself and hold still.  Dad was panting underneath me.  I closed my eyes like I had during the blowjob, and tried to collect myself.  If I wanted to show off for Dad, I was going to have to last more than ten seconds in that tight ass.

Slowly, Dad’s butt raised up and swallowed more of my dick, then more and more, faster and faster until his soft ass cheeks pressed against my pelvis, and my dick was as deep as it could go.

“There we go, you’re all the way in.  Let’s take a moment to get our bearings.  You got a little eager there, but I can’t fully blame you.  A tight pussy like mine would be hard to resist for a virgin like you.  Just find that space in your head where you’re in control of your dick.  Then try working it a little.”

I won’t lie, it took me a while; but eventually I felt like I could move my dick without spontaneously spurting.  I raised my hips ever so slightly, and dad’s asshole squeezed my dick in its tight, velvety grip.  I sank it back inside, pressing my balls against his ass.  Dad moaned.  I waited till I could do it again, then again, and then I was fucking him – slowly, but surely.

“Ahhh, that’s it.  Nice and slow.  No need to hurry, let’s make it last.  Slow and deep, that’s the way.  Ah, fuck, you’re hittin my spot.”  I watched my fat dick disappearing into Dad’s big butt.

“Now when you’re making it with a girl, it’s best to fuck gentle.  But with me, go ahead and fuck as hard as you want.  Yeah, that’s it.  Fuck me hard, boy, make me feel that cock up my ass.”  He moved with me, working his ass back to meet my thrusts.  I grabbed his beefy butt cheek in my hand, and went with the urge to slap it.  Dad moaned in appreciation.  It was all too much.  I was reaching the edge, and I had to stop or I’d go over.  I pulled out slowly.

“Nice control, son.  I’m really impressed.”  He turned on to his back.  “Once you feel ready, try fucking me this way.  It’s good to change positions, it mixes things up and gives you a chance to re-charge.”  I held Dad’s legs in the air as I re-entered him.  His ass took me easily this time; I slid right in.

“Now, I know this feels pretty fucking good.  It feels good for me, too.  But don’t just focus on your dick inside me.  Really make love to me, make me feel good all over.  Feel my tits, pinch my nipples a little.  That’s the way.”  Dad’s chest was powerful and strong.  I loved the feel of his hairy pecs and tight stomach.  I took his thick prick into my hand and started stroking him.

“Aw yeah, son, you’ve got it down.  It’s always good to give your partner the same kind of pleasure you’re getting.” I laid on top of him, working his tool with my greasy fist.  His lips found mine and we made out again.

“This is about as intimate as you can get with another person,” dad said.  “I’m gonna cum soon, you think you can cum with me?  Yeah, keep stroking my cock. Fucking go to town on that pussy, don’t be afraid.  Give daddy what he needs.”

Our mouths locked together, and our tongues jousted as I began to lose control.  My whole body shuddered, I thrust in and shot my first blast of nut, deep inside his ass.  Dad’s hole clamped tight around my dick, milking the come from my balls.  He groaned, hunching his dick into my fist.  With a great grunt he let his sperm fly free, his assspasming around my dick as he shot his load.  It coated our stomachs like hot soup, and I mashed my lips to his, crushing our bodies together, colliding in the lust of our shared orgasms.

“That was wonderful,” Dad said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.  “You did a better job than I ever could have expected.”

“Thanks, Dad.  Are you sure it’s okay that I came in your ass?”

“Well, if there’s one big difference between my butt and a pussy, it’s that I can’t get pregnant.  By God, if you ever knock up a girl, your ass will be grass.  But as long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about that stuff.”

“You mean we could…practice…again sometime?”

“I don’t see the harm, especially when we both got some nice loads out of it.  You know what they say; practice makes perfect.”

My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up.  From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit.  He’d lived all over the country, never holding down a job for more than a few months at a time.  Every so often he would show up on our doorstep looking for a place to stay.  Mom hated when he did that, but I was always excited.  I thought Uncle Barry was the coolest.

We hadn’t heard from him for a while before he knocked on our door that summer afternoon, two large bags of stuff at his side.  Before he could ask to stay, though, my mom gleefully informed him that we were leaving for the beach the next day.  He looked really bummed, but then my dad shocked us all by inviting him to come along.  I’d never seen Mom so angry!  Of course, I was thrilled beyond words.

The truth was, I’d become quite the horny little fucker in the time since I’d last seen Uncle Barry, and only now did I appreciate what a good-looking guy he was.  All that week I stared at his half-naked body on the beach, taking in his broad shoulders, his smooth oiled skin that made an ‘S’ curve down his back, and the mounds of his plump, firm ass.  His front side was even nicer—a broad, hairy chest; the sides of his firm stomach which disappeared into his nylon swim trunks.

By the end of the week Barry was tanned to a golden brown, and I was so horny from looking at him that I though I might go crazy.  When my parents went down to the water with my little sisters, I stayed behind to watch him sun bathe out of the corner of my eye.  I fixated on the bouncy mound of his cock, which seemed to move with the changes in temperature.  When a cool breeze passed, it scrunched up.  Then the sun beamed down, and it fattened and lengthened.  At one point his dick fattened so visibly that I thought it might poke out the leg of his trunks.

Barry stirred and sat up, almost like he was awakening from a dream.  He looked over and seemed to catch me staring.  His handsome, bearded face broke into a wide grin.

“Man, the heat of this sun is enough to make a man’s dick go hard.  Dontcha think?”  His eyes beamed at me from behind his sunglasses.  I tried to laugh but it caught in my throat.  “Matter of fact, I might have to hose myself down with some cold water if I don’t quit daydreamin here.”

“I know.”

“Sure you do,” Uncle Barry said, grabbing the lotion and rubbing some of it into his skin.  “I remember how horny I was at your age.  I tell you, all this sun and skin does things to a guy.  And I haven’t gotten any all week.”  He looked to me and I nodded like I agreed.  A week?  Besides my hand, I’d never gotten any in my whole life.  “I haven’t even had an opportunity to whack off, you know?”

“I know,” I said again, this time fully in agreement.  He was treating me like his buddy, which made me feel pretty cool.  “It’s hard to when everybody’s coming in and out of the bathroom all the time,” I added, hardly believing I was talking about this with him.

“No shit.  Those girls spend so much time in the bathroom you’d think they live there,” he said with a laugh.

“Nobody there right now, though,” I said absently, thinking of the empty cottage a few blocks away.  Uncle Barry turned and gave me a mischievous grin. He reached into his shoe.

“And I’ve got the key,” he said, dangling it in front of him.  “What you say, eh?  You and I go and help ourselves to some, uh, private time?”

***

He told my parents we were going to have some lunch and that we’d bring them back something.  We walked back to the cottage together, like partners in crime.  My stomach was doing flips the whole way.

“I figure we got half an hour, and hour, tops.  Plenty of time,” he said, nudging my shoulder.  We reached the cottage and wiped the sand off our feet, then entered in to the air-conditioned darkness of the kitchen/living room area.

“Man, I am so fuckin horny,” Uncle Barry said, setting the key down.  His eyes scanned the counter.  “I could fuck that watermelon.  Maybe I will.”  We laughed about that.  He pulled down his trunks right there in the kitchen.  His cock (which I’d been imagining all week) flopped out, thick as a soda can and nested in a thatch of black hair.  It looked incredible.  I slid out of my trunks, setting free my fully hard six-inch pecker.  Uncle Barry saw my boner and whistled.

“Nice one.”

“Yours is really nice too,” I said.  He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled on it.

“Yeah,” he said, like he knew it but appreciated the compliment just the same.  I watched intently as he stroked his dick.  Slowly it fattened up, until it was almost nine inches big.  “I’m gonna shoot a load like you wouldn’t believe.”

We stood maybe a foot away from each other in the kitchen, stroking our cocks.  I checked him out in the low light filtering through the blinds, keeping a light grip on my dick.  I’d been ready to cum practically from the first time I touched myself.  Suddenly, Uncle Barry reached over and pushed my hand aside, taking hold of my dick.

“You really do got a nice one for a kid your age.”  My legs went weak and I fell back a little.  Barry grabbed my shoulder and held me steady as his paw worked my boy dick.  It felt so good I couldn’t believe it.  I had to concentrate so I wouldn’t cum.  Eventually he took his hand off my shoulder and reached down to cup my nuts.

“Nice balls,” he said, hefting them in his hand.  I watched his dick, so fat it couldn’t stand up the whole way and just kind of hung, pendulous over his hairy bull balls.

“I can’t believe how big your nuts are.”

“Yep.  They’re so full of cum they’re like water balloons.”  He stood up straight, letting go of my dick but keeping hold of my balls, his fingers massaging the space underneath them.  “Feel em.”

I took hold of his heavy, hot nuts.  A bolt of excitement went through me, even more intense than when I’d first touched myself.  My Uncle Barry was letting me touch his balls!  It was something I’d only fantasized about, and here I was doing it.

Cautiously I reached my other hand over and touched his dick.  It felt like a hot steel pipe against my fingers.  I lifted it, feeling its weight, which was so unlike my own.  Uncle Barry’s cock responded, pulsing against my fingers.  I took it in my hand and stroked him, sliding my palm along his sweaty shaft while I held onto his hairy balls.

“Oh yeah, this is nice.  Finally, huh?”  I smiled back at my uncle.  He went back to stroking my dick while I did his.  I didn’t know what felt better—my dick in his hand, or his dick in mine.

I let go of his balls and felt his smooth stomach.  Slowly, I slid my hand up to feel his thick, hairy chest and nipples.  Uncle Barry didn’t seem to mind that I was getting off on his body.  I was so lost in the moment I nearly jumped when he spoke to me.

“A blowjob would be nice right now, you know?”  He looked me in the eye.  “You ever had a blowjob?” he said, sensing my inexperience.  I shook my head.  “Oh, buddy.  Best feeling in the world.  A hot mouth, wrapping around your dick, lips and tongue sliding up and down…” He shook his head back and forth.

“Whaddya say I make you a deal,” he said in a low voice.  “But this is just between you and me, understand?”  I nodded, yes.  He got down on his knees and looked up at me.  “Just so you can know how it feels.”  I gasped as he engulphed my cock in his mouth.  In one heavenly instant, I felt his hot mouth go down on my cock, his tight lips and tongue working against my shaft all warm and slippery as he bobbed up and down.  I was totally overwhelmed.

Barry was stroking his cock as he sucked on mine.  He seemed to really want to give me a good idea of what a blowjob was like.  After sucking on it a couple more times I was almost ready to cum.  He slid my dick out of his mouth with a pop and stood up.  Noticing the look on my face, he laughed.

“Pretty damn nice, isn’t it?”  He held his big meat out to me.  “Want to give it a try?  It’s no big deal if you don’t.  Like I said, this is just between you and me.  I’m not gonna judge you.”  I knelt down and he put the head of his dick next to my lips.  A drop of pre cum glistened on the tip, and I reached out my tongue to taste it.  I really liked the taste of my own cream, and Uncle Barry’s did not disappoint.  It tasted sweet yet sexily salty.  Wanting more, I passed his helmet head between my lips and sucked on it.

“Aw, that’s the stuff.  There y’go.  Take as much as you can in your mouth.”  I followed his instructions, sliding his dick along my tongue and into the back of my throat, until almost half of it was in.  I couldn’t believe I had my uncle’s big dick in my mouth.  I never wanted to stop.

I tried to avoid scraping my teeth against his shaft while Uncle Barry moaned encouragement.  He ran his hands through my hair, always relaxed, never getting so carried away that I was uncomfortable.  He seemed nothing more than grateful for the sexual release he was getting after a week of being so bottled up. I don’t know if he realized how much I’d lusted after him, and what effect his dick was having on me.  I was stroking my own dick, working myself up to the point of shooting, then backing off.

“Oh buddy.  Oh, shit.  I can’t hold out much longer,” Barry said, holding even tighter on to my head.  “I’m gonna cum.  You wanna take it?”  I did.  I wanted to taste his load, to feel the essence of him shooting into me.  I kept a steady rhythm as it built up in him, his moans increasing with each bob of my head.

“Oh fuck.  Oh, SHIT!” he yelled out into the empty cottage.  His balls clenched up into his sack and shuddered, then his dick exploded, sending spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz into my mouth.  I frantically swallowed.  It was a load and a half, and it just seemed to keep coming, emptying out of his balls in heavy jets.  I took all I could but some of it ran out the sides of my mouth.

I reached my own orgasm and barely even realized it.  My load just seemed to spill out of my dick, like my nuts couldn’t contain it anymore.  It shot all over Uncle Barry’s feet and the linoleum floor.

When I had finally calmed down, I stood up.  Barry clapped me on the shoulder, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Now that was nice,” he said.  I laughed as I wiped my mouth.

As we walked back to the beach, Barry wrapped his arm around my shoulder.  I felt closer to him than I’d felt all week.

“That hit the spot, eh, buddy?”  I nodded.  “Yeah, I definitely owe you one for that.  Tell you what.  Maybe tonight we’ll take a walk down the beach.  Just you and me.  Find a quiet spot.  Or maybe we’ll wait till everyone’s asleep.  I’ll get you back, don’t worry.  One good blowjob deserves another.”

We didn’t realize until we got back to my family that we’d forgotten all about the lunch we were supposed to have brought.  My mom just shook her head at Uncle Barry.  My dad offered to get us all some pizza, but I told him not to worry about me.  I was totally satisfied.

Granny and Aunt Sheila were going shopping, leaving Sheila’s husband Tony alone, with me.

“Try getting off the couch for a change of pace, ya lazy bastard,” Aunt Sheila snarled to her hubby on her way out the door. He raised his head for a moment, then laid it back down on the white leather sofa and continued flipping through the channels.

For someone who acted so lazy—and he did act lazy—his body didn’t reflect it. His lean legs were muscled and toned. His shorts were scrunched up and revealed a tantalizing amount of his inner thighs, which were dusted with fine dark hairs.

His muscled chest was broad under his thin white t-shirt (his minimalist outfit designed to beat the summer heat even in my Granny’s overly air-conditioned house). His roped arms stretched back, his hand ran through the long dark hair on his head.

Yeah, I was definitely hot for my Aunt Sheila’s husband. But as far as he seemed to be concerned, I may as well have not even been in the room. Tony didn’t like to visit Granny’s, and he made his displeasure clear by avoiding us at all costs, and keeping his eyes trained on the big-screen TV.

He flipped channels until he found a rerun of some shitty action movie. We watched it in silence. Tony shifted, sighed, and I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye.

Then he turned his head toward me. He actually looked at me.

“You going to the kitchen?” is what he said.

“Uh, sure.”

“Can you get me a pop?”

“Yeah,” I said, hopping up like a good nephew. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed two sodas, and went back to the living room. When I handed it to Tony he didn’t say thanks, or even smile; just sat up enough so he wouldn’t spill pop all over himself and cracked it open; gulped it down.

He set the can on the floor and all I could think about was how pissed off Granny would be if she knew Tony was setting a drink on her new carpet. I sat back down and waited to see if Tony would speak to me again.

He put his hand on his stomach, lifting up his shirt just enough that I could see the taut, olive-toned skin of his belly, also covered with that light dusting of fine, fine hair, that looked so inviting to touch. I imagined tasting it, the hair sliding naturally with the tongue; not feeling course or wiry, but flowing with the grain of his skin.

Tony’s fingers crept under the waistband of his white shorts, the Al Bundy move, casually enough that I couldn’t interpret it as anything but Tony absently wanting to feel himself.

On TV, people screamed into the telephone, and things blew up.

Tony’s hand delved deeper into his shorts, scratching his pubes with unselfconscious ease, the sound of it carrying back to me. Suddenly, there was a bulge in his shorts that I hadn’t seen before. The shape of a tube, soft and fat, that rose like a little mound beneath his fingers. Surely it couldn’t be. And yet that was what it seemed.

I stared hard. He wasn’t paying a lick of attention to me anyway. The tube grew by imperceptible amounts, until it was a thick pipe, lying along his thigh. Nothing in Tony’s manner suggested that he was even aware of his growing hard-on, he kept his eyes glued to the screen, his face expressionless.

Then the shaft made a major shift, jumping on its own volition, the head rising up and knocking against the waistband of his shorts. He must have realized what was happening, because he sat up and reached for his soda.

He brought it to his mouth. As he gulped it down I watched his cock throb once, twice, the mass of it making tiny jumps in his shorts in time with his swallows. He finished the soda and set it back down on the floor.

“Hey, Billy,” he said, almost like my name were foreign to him, like he was afraid he might get it wrong. “Is there more pop in there?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, standing up and quickly turning around to hide my erection. I stood before the open fridge and took a deep breath. I took Tony’s cold can of soda and pressed it to my erection. It didn’t do much but make it a little less noticeable, at least I hoped.

Tony had not changed position, but now the remote control was sitting in his lap, right next to his boner. I stood before him and handed him the soda. He held it in one hand, and looked me straight in the eye.

“Thanks,” he said. “You can change the channel, if you want,” he added, looking down at his crotch. My eyes followed his. I gathered all my courage, and reached for the remote in his lap, my fingertips brushing the soft fabric of his shorts and giving me a hint of the heat and hardness lying just beneath.

I looked up at Tony. He had his hands behind his head and his eyes were closed. I laid down my palm, half on the remote and half on his huge boner. I pressed down into its hardness and felt Tony press back, thrusting his hips to meet my hand.

I walked my fingers further down and found his nuts, hanging loosely beneath his legs, his shorts bunching around them when I gathered them up with my fingers. I knelt down beside the couch. Tony set the can of soda on the table behind his head (It’s going to leave a ring, I thought).

He shifted his hips to accommodate me as I slid off his shorts. His erection appeared, like some sort of magic trick from under a handkerchief. It was heavy and uncut, and it reached towards his stomach from a nest of trimmed pubes. I took his shorts all the way down his legs and Tony kicked them off his feet, taking his shirt off at the same time. I took a step back in my mind and gazed at the man before me, unmatched in his perfection. Aunt Sheila had this in her bed every night, and still found reason to be upset? Pardon me, but what the fuck was her problem?

Tony made no move, no sound as I lifted his heavy cock from his stomach, stroking it just enough to pull the foreskin back from his glans, revealing a pearly drop of pre-cum emerging at the tip. I put my face in his lap and inhaled his scent, which smelled like cologne and something deeper and muskier. I lifted his balls in my hand, felt the smooth but hairy space underneath them. Still, Tony didn’t move. For all I knew he was convincing himself that all of this was some sort of fantastic dream.

I took the head of him into my mouth and sucked off the nectar there. Now I heard it, steady breathing from Tony that was becoming heavier. I pulled up his hood and sank my lips down his shaft, letting his fat cock fill up my mouth as I attempted to take him all the way down to the balls. I couldn’t at first.

I ran my hand up his muscled chest, tweaking his fat nipples, as my head bobbed up and down in his lap. I’d managed to get my lips down to the base of his dick, and it remained ever hard and fat and juicy. If this was some kind of fantasy I never wanted it to end.

I sucked on his balls, rolling his hot, loose sack around on my tongue, sucking each nut gently into my mouth before going a few more laps on his pole. Tony’s hips started to pump, ever so subtly in time with the bobs of my head. I repositioned myself to get better access, and snaked my tongue into the space beneath his balls. Lapping at his taint, I ground my tongue against the hard root of his erection, the tip of my tongue writhing closer and closer to the slick skin of his butthole.

I put my hands under Tony’s knees, and he got the hint and raised them to his chest, bringing his dank and hairy asshole into view. My one hand pumped Tony’s fat piece while the other held his balls out of the way, making room for my nose as I snaked my tongue into his cologned asshole.

His butthole was tight but receptive. I dove my lips and tongue inside and ate him out hungrily, like I was devouring a delicious Italian meal in a lusty, vulgar way. Tony, kept his knees steady against his chest, giving me full access to his anus. I dug my tongue in deep, loving the taste of him.

I took my mouth off Tony’s ass and grabbed his balls tight in my hand, sliding a sweaty salty fist up and down his shaft as I sucked his cock. Now I was going for the prize. Tony still had his hands behind his head, still had his eyes closed. His hips moved slowly in time with my mouth, his chest heaving heavier until his breath shuddered and a gasp escaped his lips.

I touched my finger to his butthole. More gasps came from Tony. His nuts drew tight to his body, his cock grew impossibly harder, and with a final stroke and suck, a big shot of load streamed up through the space beneath his balls (his asshole contracting against my fingertip) and shot out of his cock.

It blew warm and sweet on my tongue. I pressed my finger harder into his asshole. Tony’s mouth opened, and something sounding like a moan managed to creep out. Another shot of load spilled on my tongue, and I quickly swallowed what I had gathered so far.

Another spurt and my fingertip somehow sank into him up to the second knuckle. Now this was a moan, undeniable and masculine and almost hotter than the load that was searing my throat. Two more torrents of gushing come rushed down my throat, his asshole contracting each time. And then it was finished.

His chest heaved as his breath struggled to catch up. I took my fingertip from his ass and stood up.

I straddled his chest and took out my cock, beating it with firm strokes. Tony looked up at me, bewildered and maybe slightly angry; but I was doing what I had to do and could’ve given a fuck if it somehow concerned him.

Tony must have seen that I was serious, because he laid right back and closed his eyes again. I brought my dick closer to his face. My orgasm was getting closer. Tony clenched his eyes and mouth in anticipation. I looked at his handsome face, saw in my mind’s eye what it was going to look like in one second and let ‘er rip.

Jets of jizz streamed across his hair and landed on my Granny’s couch (fuck!). The next one landed square across his face, streaming in his eye and nose and jaw. I sprayed it everywhere, giving him the facial I couldn’t only have imagined in my wildest fantasies.

It was literally the least he could do for me, the lazy bastard.

I’m going to tell this story to the best of my abilities, though it’s been awhile since my friend told it to me.  I hope I can do it justice.

My friend’s name is Mitch.  That’s his real name, you can be sure, because I’m terrible at making them up.  Anyway, Mitch grew up in the house down the street from me, with his mom and dad and his older brother Brian.

I used to be pretty good friends with Mitch, but I lost contact with him once I went off to college.  Over the years I’d heard through the back-home gossip grapevine that Mitch was gay, and I was pretty sure he knew I was, too.  It was strange, because neither of us had been “out” in high school, and I’d always been hot for him.

Anyway, I was home for Thanksgiving one time, years after I’d graduated from college, and I stopped in at the local tavern. I saw Mitch there, we got to talking, and drinking.  Eventually he told me this story.

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Mitch was a sophomore in high school at the time.  His brother Brian had been in college for a year.  He looked up to his brother, who was definitely the jock/overachiever type.  When his older brother came home for the summer, Mitch was looking forward to spending some time with him.

Now he’d known he was gay for a little while now.  And he was also pretty aware that his brother was a good-looking guy, even a hot guy, though he didn’t really let himself think of his brother in “that way.”  They were close, they’d seen each other naked numerous times, and they were comfortable talking about their bodies, talking about sex.  Mitch hadn’t really realized he was gay, however, until after his brother had left for college.  And now that his brother was back, and looking just about as good as he ever had, he felt a little weird around him.  Nervous.

Now I can definitely vouch for Mitch’s brother Brian being a good-looking guy.  He was your classic jock type, tall and fit, but with an incredibly toned and muscular body.  Nice pecs, tight ass, v-shape pelvis, the whole deal.  On top of that he had a handsome face with sandy blond hair.  Mitch looked a lot like him, only he was shorter.

So Mitch’s just hanging around the house all summer beating off and whatnot, while his brother is out mowing lawns and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood.  Then Brian is coming home all fucking sweaty and hot, and Mitch’s totally checking him out but at the same time trying to fight these thoughts, knowing they’re supposed to be unnatural.  He catches himself thinking of his brother while he’s beating off, and tries to force the thoughts out of his head.  But it’s of no use.

“Like if I told you, ‘Do not think of a white polar bear,’ that’d be exactly what you would think of.  You can’t control it,” he said to me.

But it’s not always tense between them.  Basically, they’re pretty glad to see each other, and they’re hanging out a lot, playing badminton in the backyard, trading information.  Being brotherly.  But Mitch can’t stop staring at his brother’s body.  He wants to touch it, play with it, explore it.  He can’t help it.  But he’s sure as hell going to keep it to himself.

So one day, Mitch’s feeling particularly horny, and his brother gets home from cutting the neighbor’s lawn.  Brian goes into his room, and shuts the door.  Mitch thinks of a reason to go to his brother’s room, sort of thinking in the back of his head that maybe he can catch a glimpse of his brother’s half naked (or fully naked) body, but not really articulating that thought to himself.  He’s just thinking, “Brian will want to see this new comic I got.”  So he goes to his brother’s door and he knocks, and Brian answers it.

He’s still in his shorts, his tanned, muscular body gleaming with sweat.  He lets Mitch in, though he seems a little distracted, and Mitch shows him the comic and asks him what he’s up to right now.

Brian gets a queer look on his face, and for a minute it seems like he’s debating something in his mind.  Then his face spreads into a grin, like he’s thinking fuck it, whatever.

“I was gonna check out some of my porn.  I brought a bunch of it back from school,” he says.  Mitch’s heart leaps into his chest, his stomach bunches up into a pink, fleshy knot, but he keeps his cool.  His brother pulls a cardboard box out of his closet. “Check out all this shit,” he says.  It’s filled with a veritable treasure trove of porn:  Playboys, Penthouse Forums, videos, comix.  All kinds of stuff.

“Oh, man,” Mitch says, definitely excited.  Even though he’s gay, he likes straight porn.  Pretty much anything will do when you’re at that age.

“Have at it,” Brian says, and they both start rifling through the box.  Mitch takes out a couple of magazines, and makes some attempts at favorable comments on the naked girls in the pages.  “You can borrow anything you want,” Brian says.  “I know what it was like at your age.”

Brian pulls out a video, Anal Black Cheerleader Gang-Bang or something like that.  “This one’s really hot,” he says, and without further ado, he just walks right over to his VCR and pops it inside.  Then he flips on the TV and sits back on the chair.

“This is the best scene,” Brian says, rewinding the tape with a remote control.  Mitch is sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking through the box out of nervousness, but glancing up at the video.  He can’t see his brother unless he turns his head.  On the TV, a black girl is sucking on a white guy’s enormous cock.

Now up until this point, Mitch hasn’t really seen that much hardcore porn.  His family doesn’t have a computer, so his only exposure to it was at a sleepover at another boy’s house, when the four of them nervously stole a porn tape out of his father’s den and watched it with the volume turned way down.  He’d been hard as a rock then, and he was sure his friends had been, too, but nothing had happened.  They’d watched the tape, blew a few of their innocent minds in the process, and went to sleep with wet dreams dancing in their heads.

But this is different.  He’s with his brother, for one thing, in the privacy of his brother’s room, and even though he’s got this weird fascination—bordering on infatuation—with his brother’s body, he’s still more comfortable here than he was at the sleepover. His brother’s being totally cool with him, treating him like an equal.

They’re both watching the movie, and it doesn’t take Mitch more than a second to get a full hard on.  Still, his brother is making funny comments about the movie, and he joins in so he won’t sound like a total idiot.  “That guy’s dick is huge,” Mitch says, and his brother agrees.  “That’s why this scene is so hot,” his brother adds.

Just then he thinks he hears something from behind him, that just might be the sound of elastic stretching and softly snapping back, but he doesn’t dare turn around.  He’s beside himself, going back and forth between absently looking at the porn in the box, and watching the movie.  Eventually he hears it, the unmistakable sound of wet flesh being manipulated, of tense, tight breathing coming from behind him.

Mitch freezes.  What the fuck is he supposed to do?  Turn around?  Say something lame like, “Are you beating off?”  Finally, his brother owns up.

“So fuckin horny,” his brother says.  Mitch turns around, and there it is.  His brother’s got his shorts around his thighs, and his thick prick in his hand.  His cock is gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, wet with pre-cum or sweat, he can’t tell, and it’s big.  Just about his big as his own, no–bigger. It’s hard to tell.  Underneath it sit a pair of soft balls, a curling thicket of light brown pubes. Nothing he hasn’t glanced at before, but at this moment it seems completely different to him, almost alien.

Brian returns his glance.  “Gotta beat off,” he says.  “You don’t mind, do you?”

Not that he thinks Brian would quit, even if Mitch did mind.  As if.

“No,” Mitch says, forcing himself to sound nonchalant.  No, don’t care if you beat off right here in the room with me.  Most natural thing in the world.  Don’t let me cramp your style.  Sure.  Whatever.  Mitch turns back to the movie, to the porn, not sure if he’s coming or going, leaving or staying.  No, definitely staying.  But what is he supposed to do?

His brother starts to say something behind him, then he stops.  He clears his throat.  Mitch turns around.

“Do you ever, like, play with your balls, when you beat off?”  Brian asks, jiggling his balls in his free hand to illustrate.

“Yeah,” Mitch says, and he laughs mostly out of nervousness, but his brother picks it up and the laughter seems to diffuse the situation somewhat, takes it down a notch on the newness factor.  “Dude, you can beat off too, if you want to.”

Mitch almost tells him no.  Almost wants to run right out of the room and leave his brother to his own devices, retreat.  But that would be stupid – no – inconceivable.  So he puts the box aside and he feels his hard cock underneath his shorts.  Maybe not as big as Brian’s, he thinks, but still pretty big.  And I’ve got a nice patch of pubes.

He stands up, and even though he’s still turned to the TV he can feel that his brother is watching him, is just as curious about his body as he is about his brother’s, and there’s a comfort in that, a cold comfort.  Because when you get right down to it this is the most insane and frightening thing that’s ever happened to him.

He pulls down his shorts and his cock pops right out, hard as a rocket and there’s no denying that, but he sits down quickly and focuses his eyes on the movie, even though his mind is in several hundred different places right then, none of which have anything to do with what’s happening on that TV screen.

But it plays.  The black cheerleader bends over for the guy, and he’s sliding that big dick in her pussy.  Mitch wraps his hand around his prick and gives it a stroke, and it’s really not that strange, really it isn’t.  Just like riding a bicycle, jerking off is, never mind the fact that his brother is three feet behind him, doing exactly the same thing.

They don’t say anything for a while, just beat their meat.  Mitch swears he can feel his brother’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t dare look back.

“Awww, this part’s really hot,” his brother says, and he turns up the volume on the TV.  The white guy is slathering something onto the black chick’s a-hole, and then he’s pressing that big dick inside.  She’s going crazy, moaning out in pain or pleasure, it’s hard to tell which.  Maybe both.

“Yeah.  Shit.  Have you ever seen anything like that?” his brother asks him.

“No,” he says truthfully.  And then Brian does it.  The one thing that, even though it’s subtle, changes the scene completely. He gets up from his chair and pulls it right next to where Mitch is sitting.  So now they’re right there beside each other, beating their cocks, and there’s no pretense about anything now.  His brother is watching him jerk off.  Inviting Mitch to look at him jerking off. And they do this, Mitch taking tentative glances at first, then relaxing as he realizes his brother is gazing steadily at him, the movie all but forgotten.

“Your dick’s pretty big, actually.  Bigger than I remember mine being at your age.”

Brian reaches over and takes Mitch’s dick in his hand.  Time stops.  Mitch has to fight the urge to cum right then and there.  His hands hover right over where he’d been wanking himself, seconds before.  Now his brother is doing it for him, stroking it, looking right at it as he does it, like he’s mesmerized.

So Mitch puts his hands down on the bed.  Leans back, and lets his brother beat him off.  It’s the most incredible thing he’s ever felt.

“You ever have anyone do this before?” Brian asks him.  Mitch shakes his head, shakes the trance.  “My friends and I do this sometimes.  It’s no big deal.”  Brian turns back to the movie, strokes his own cock with his right hand while he strokes his brother’s dick in the other.  “So fucking horny,” he says.

They continue like this for a few minutes that seem to stretch on like hours, the sweat collecting on their bodies, pre-cum flowing and mixing with the sweat so Brian’s palms are slick, pounding their poles in unison.  Mitch wants to feel his brother’s dick, but the chair is too low in relation to the bed to just nonchalantly reach over, without straining a little to reach it, maybe making too much of a show of it, or at least making more deliberate movement that Mitch just isn’t bold enough to make.

“You want to feel mine?”  Brian asks, and he doesn’t give Mitch any time to respond, and Mitch’s thinking in his head that any response, negative or affirmative, would be embarrassing anyway.

Brian stands before him.  And the smell—it had always been present though he’d forgotten to mention it until this point in the story—the smell is overpowering. His brother’s sweat slicked sheen, a clean scent that he said he could still smell in his mind right now.  His brother stands before him, putting his dick right there, ripe for the picking.  Go on, touch, feel, stroke, whatever.  It’s yours.

Mitch tentatively reaches out his hand, touches his fingers to his brother’s dick.  He can’t describe the feeling of that, can’t even try.  But his brother’s dick is hard and smooth and thick hot and sweaty, and he wraps his hand around it, feeling the power there, and he strokes it up and down.  His brother watches him.

“Stand up,” he says, so Mitch stands up, and his brother is right there before him, all the muscular athletic sweetly-smelling mass of him.  Brian takes Mitch’s dick into his hand, and they stroke each other off like that, there in his brother’s room, when nobody’s home.

Nobody’s home, Mitch remembers, and it’s kind of a freeing thought.  It relaxes him a little.  My buddies do this sometimes. It’s no big deal.

They start getting into it, fully involved in the business of getting themselves and each other off.  Mitch reaches down to cup his brother’s balls in his hands, which is vocally appreciated.  Then he runs his hand up to his brother’s flat stomach, feeling it just like he’s felt it in his fantasies, where it’d been so close yet so far.  He runs it across the flat, sweaty tan expanse of it, moving it up up up…suddenly he takes his hand away.  He thinks maybe he’s gone to far, rewrote the rules to suit himself.  Maybe Brian’s buddies keep their hands strictly on each other’s dicks.  How can you be sure?

“No, no, you can,” his brother says, taking his hand and putting it back on his body.  He keeps hold of Mitch’s hand for a minute, running it up and down his chest, across his slab-like pecs, fat nipples and bulging shoulders.  Then Brian lets his hand fall back to his side, and Mitch takes up exploration of his brother’s magnificent body, sliding it across the taut muscles underneath the smoothness of his fresh, sweat-sheened skin.

“You like my body?” his brother asks, and his voice takes on a different tone for the first time.  The question almost sounds like a come-on.  “Feel it,” he says.  “Touch it all you want.  Wherever you want.”  Mitch takes his hand off his brother’s dick, feeling he needs two hands for this job.  Brian raises his arms and puts his hands behind his head, giving Mitch free reign.  His brother’s body is beautiful, a work of art really.  He explores every inch of his chest, down to his stomach, his thick thighs and muscular calves.  He slides his hand back, on to the small of his brother’s back, glides it down to his tight, sweaty ass.  It’s hard as a rock and smooth as marble, and he’s mesmerized.

His hands move back to his brother’s dick, both of his hands wrapped around that pole, and his brother stays like that, hands behind his head.  Do whatever you want.

Mitch sits back down on the bed, both hands still on his brother’s rock hard cock.  He’s thinking it.  He’s definitely thinking it.

“You can suck it if you want,” his brother says in a quiet breath, but still Mitch hesitates.  He’s never sucked a cock before. “Just lick it.  Or put your mouth around the end of it.  Taste it.”  He does all of these things, and in that order.  Soon he’s got the head of his brother’s big, tasty dick in his mouth, and he’s taking it in as far as he can go, relying for direction half on fantasies of what he wants to do, and what he would want done to himself.  “Stroke me while you’re doing it.  Oh yeah.  Fuck yeah,” his brother continues still in a conspiratorial whisper.  Mitch continues and it is amazing, he’s pretty much loving it, but it is kind of new and he is kind of unsure of himself, so he takes his mouth off for a little while and sits back on the bed, waiting for more direction from Brian.

“You want me to suck you?” his brother asks, another of those questions that don’t really need any answer.  His brother gets down on his knees before him, and sucks his cock right into his mouth and down his throat like a vacuum cleaner.  Clearly, he knows what he’s doing, but whether that’s from previous experience or just generally being older and smarter about how to do things, Mitch cannot say.  He kind of suspects the former, though.

The warmth, the slickness of feeling something like a mouth and a tongue slide down your dick—for the first time, no less—well, it’s only a matter of seconds before Mitch’s cum is rising out of his balls.  Brian doesn’t slow down at all, he picks up speed, bobbing up and down on his brother’s prick like it’s going out of style.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mitch manages to squeak out, and whether his brother didn’t hear him or did hear him and didn’t care, or did hear him and didn’t think he was serious, quickly becomes irrelevant.  The cum comes flying out of him, just as surely and unstoppably insistent as the bullet coming out of a gun, and his big brother Brian doesn’t flinch, just sucks away, gulps it down, swallows it all.

Mitch is catching his breath, still, when Brian stands up, his prick looking impossibly even harder, the veins standing out in blood-fattened relief.  Brian says nothing, just holds onto his little brother’s shoulder as he takes hold of his meat, giving it two or three quick, angry strokes before it explodes onto Mitch’s body, searingly hot streams of cum splattering, running down his face and chest. He reaches out his tongue and tastes some of the load of the end of his brother’s prick, finds it’s not half bad.  Very much like his own.  He licks where some of it has collected around his lips.  Very much like his own, but somehow hotter.

Brian steps back and shakes the last few drops of cum onto the carpet.  He wipes his mouth, then grabs a towel from the floor of his closet and wipes his mouth and dick on that.  He hands the towel to Mitch.

“Here,” he says.  “Shit, I covered you.”  He turns off the porn while Mitch wipes the cum off his body, even though he was kind of enjoying the feel of it, covering him.

“Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon,” his brother says.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“You want to take a shower first?”

“Yeah I guess so,” Mitch says.  He says he wasn’t disappointed that his brother didn’t offer to take a shower with him, even though the thought of it crossed his mind.  It was actually kind of nice to get some distance from him, just come down from it a little.

Everything had changed and nothing had changed, he told me.  They ate dinner that night just like they always had, and afterwards they sat around and watched a movie that their dad had rented.

Nothing happened for the next couple of days, and then it happened again.  It was never discussed, but it kept happening, again and again, all summer long.

Brian moved back to school in August, and never returned to live at home again.  Eventually he got married.

“I’ll never forget any of it,” Mitch told me.  “It was the best summer of my life.  The most crazy, insane, out of control thing that ever happened to me.”

I asked him if it had fucked him up.  He said it hadn’t.  It had felt fine, everything about it, and he never felt like he was fucking up the laws of nature, or anything like that.

But as we drank more beer, I managed to get out of him that he did have some problems being around his brother now, that that was even one of the reasons he was out of the house tonight, drinking his mind away.  His brother was there, at home, still hot as ever, lying with his wife beside him, and still so many things were unclear. He wondered if Brian remembered the things they’d done, and more than that, he wondered how Brian remembered them.

“Sometimes I think I’m still infatuated with him,” Mitch said.  “Sometimes I think, you know, nobody’ll ever measure up.”

We got a motel room and fucked, Mitch and I, that Thanksgiving night.  And even though we were both into it, as drunk and horny as we were, and we both shot enormous loads, I couldn’t help but wonder, as Mitch tasted the remnants of my load off the end of my cock, if it tasted as good to him as his big brother Brian’s had, all those years ago.