BOUNCE-TAG
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[Note: This story involves two college-age men and an underaged boy (the brother of one of the men) having sexual encounters. As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly defined border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life. But if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no further. I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too far for you.]
Brian floated in the air before the control panel. He punched some buttons and examined the results that produced, then sighed. "That'll do it." he told Mark. "Lock the controls and we can kick back and relax the next two weeks."
Mark was strapped to his chair, some people, he mused, couldn't accept the disorientation that weightlessness produced at times like this. He reached out and flipped open a panel and slapped the single button within, this one froze all the switches and levers in place to avoid having them being jostled until it was time to program the deceleration. Only then did he unstrap himself, the small motions caused him to gently float free of his chair and he turned to face Brian, carefully positioning himself so that their faces were both oriented in the same direction. Again, the need to orient himself in a specific direction to force his universe to make sense to him. Brian could care less, he oriented himself by what everything was, no matter where it hung or stuck out or stuck up in his world.
"Now what are we going to do?" Mark asked Brian.
"Hey, we got two weeks until we get to the colony." he said. "Just kick back and do whatever comes naturally." He made a fake masturbation motion at his crotch. A natural enough joke to pass among two guys in the last months of their teen years, on a space flight to join their parents at the Earth Trailing Trojan colony.
"Heh." Mark snorted. "We got a problem with that, you know."
The source of that problem floated into the compartment. Shot, rather, because he'd kicked very hard at the opposite wall when the door had opened. This caused him to ram his big brother Brian very hard on the chest. As Brian went "Whoof!" and flailed for a handgrip, Mark caught his buddy and helped him recover from the little-brother projectile.
"Damn it, Chris!" Mark exclaimed as he spun from the transfer of energy grabbing Brian had imparted to him. "Slow down when you come into a room, you know that!"
"I'm sorry!" Chris said, but he didn't sound very sorry. He was a miniature and younger version of Brian, both had hair the same tint of reddish-brown called "auburn" and the same basic face that was only budding in Chris, but in Brian had reached the full flower of classically handsome manhood. Years and circumstances had separated these two brothers and had put the kibosh on any real brotherly bond, on Brian's part at least, he tolerated his little brother but it was the toleration one would give the pet of a sibling rather than that of the sibling itself. Brian had been away at college of course, but Chris had been staying with an aunt until the colony (floating at the gravitationally stable section of a sixth the way around Earth's orbit from Earth (and thus equally distant from both Earth and Sun, result, stability) had been formed well enough to permit them to spin the large can-shaped colony on its axis and create artificial gravity by Coriolis force. As a growing boy, he needed gravity to permit his body to grow normally, rather than becoming a ten-foot-tall, bird-boned, attenuated travesty of a man, who could never tolerate gravity in any form and would die young. So these two brothers were traveling together for the first time in their lives.
The ship itself was Mark's father's personal property, his father was, to put it bluntly, filthy rich. With Brian a natural born pilot in tune with celestial mechanics on a level that bordered on psychic, the two had become friends early in college and so thus these three had set out into space together on their two-week journey.
"Why are you bouncing around so much, anyway?" Brian had his breath back and was ready to confront his little brother.
"You want to play bounce tag?" Chris offered.
"You're too young for bounce tag!" Brian scoffed. The game had evolved from space travel, the age-old game of tag played in a large area at rates of speed that could be dangerously close to that of a speeding car, and so required sufficient padding and other safeguards until the players resembled football players.
"Oh, come on!" Chris whined. "We can play some, can't we?"
"You might as well give up." Mark advised. "If he's going to be along on this trip, we're going to have to play with him at least some of the time."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Let's take the little weasel down to the exercise room and play bounce tag with him. The whole place is padded, and we can go easy on him."
"Yeah, come on, let's play bounce tag!" Chris urged his brother.
"All right, for a while, I guess." Brian agreed. "Okay, weasel," he called his little brother by the nickname he and Mark had assigned Chris, at first in casual insult, it had stuck. "Meet you in the gym in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, the three were in the gymnasium. The largest room in the ship, covering one entire floor, it was shaped like a can of tuna fish, with a diameter of twenty feet, and as Mark had pointed out, padded in all directions, only hand-holds and small, inset, covered hooks in compartments breaking up the padding. It made a perfect area for the game.
Brian and Mark had chosen to wear only a pair of slim, tight-fitting shorts akin to Speedos. Chris was wearing a pair of baggy exercise shorts ill-fitted to use in space but all he had. Naturally, these two young, well-toned and well-muscled college athletes expected their young rival to be easy prey.
But Chris turned out to be better at the game than they'd anticipated. Not only was the little body wiry and agile, Chris had inherited the same "space-savvy" as Brian and had acclimated to weightlessness in a way that the older two had not quite attained despite ample opportunities to practice their art in college. Despite pulling out most of the stops (they still avoided the high-speed maneuvers used in professional bounce-tag), the youngster was still outplaying them by a factor of three-to-one.
The two went into a huddle a moment later when Chris had paused during his turn as "it" to get a drink of water. "Time to fight dirty." Brian murmured to Mark.
"We can't hurt the little bastard." Mark protested.
"Don't worry. Just draw him past me and I'll take care of the rest." Brian replied.
"You got it."
Brian hooked a foot into one of the handholds to anchor himself near the far wall from Chris and Mark placed himself midway between the two. As the closer, Chris would naturally come after him and Mark pushed off from a wall, bounced off the other side and flew past Brian.
Concentrating on Mark, Chris floated past Brian at a rapid speed, and Brian's hands snaked out and grasped Chris' shorts by their legs. The angle and motion of Brian's hands caused Chris' own speed to slide the shorts right off of Chris' body, leaving the boy buck-naked in mid-flight!
Mark chortled as Chris struck the next wall gracelessly, squawking and hands on testicles, proceeded to bounce around much like a Superball thrown in a small room, striking wall after wall. "Hey, give me back my shorts!"
"What's the matter, you lose something?" Brian hooted.
"I'm naked!" Chris complained.
"What you worried about?" Mark asked him. "Only us three on board ship. Who's going to see it but us?"
"And we don't give a shit!" Brian agreed. "Run around buck naked if you want to."
That gave his little brother something to think about. "Hey, yeah! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!"
And with that, the game of bounce tag was back on, and Brian and Mark were dodging an agile naked little boy. Only this time, those little hands had a specific target in mind.
Every time he grabbed at them, his hands would reach for the two older boys' shorts. Mark figured the first time was an accident, but by the third time, he knew that Chris was out to grab him by his nuts! "Hey, watch the family jewels there!" he complained.
"But if I'm naked, you should be too!" Chris objected.
"Yeah, why aren't you naked, Mark?" Brian asked his friend.
"Don't be stupid!"
"So why are you pitching wood?" Brian wanted to know.
"Huh?" Mark looked down at himself. Hell, he hadn't even noticed. "Oh. Well, when you handle it, it's going to get stiff."
And Chris landed next to Mark and this time he hung on and grabbed at Mark's crotch. "Come on, let me see it. You've seen mine, let me see yours!"
"Yeah, show it to him!" Brian egged his little brother on.
"The hell I will!"
"You too, Brian, you too!" Chris called out.
"Yeah, you too!" Mark chipped in.
"No way!"
"Make a bet?" Mark suggested.
"Huh?"
"Play one round of bounce tag with Chris. Whoever he catches first has to strip and let the brat get a good look at it."
"Nu-uh, both of you!" Chris insisted.
Brian looked at Mark and suddenly he said, "How about a time limit. One round, thirty seconds, if Chris can grab us by our nuts in that time, he gets to have us strip for him."
"And touch it, too!" Chris insisted.
"And touch it, too." Mark put in before Brian could say it. "Thirty seconds from...right now!" And that wasn't totally fair because Mark had drifted slightly apart from Chris and he pushed off from a nearby wall the moment he said "now." Whereas Brian still had his foot hooked into a handhold!
Chris wasn't slow on the uptake, and he dived at Brian, who fought himself free, but not in time, and Chris had tagged him. "Got you!" he cheered and then bounced and headed for Mark!
Mark was prepared to bounce around the room and wear out the time, but he hadn't counted on Brian helping Chris out. He got too close from Brian (now anchored again) and Brian reached out and snagged one of his ankles and braked him to a stop in mid air! You can swim in air in weightlessness, but it's a slow way to get around and in no time, Chris had grabbed him as well. "I win, I win!" Chris yelled in glee.
"All right, you win, you win!"
"Come on, Mark, strip for my little brother!" Brian snickered.
"You first, he caught you in the first five seconds." Mark objected.
"Yeah, you first!" Chris declared.
"All right, all right!" Brian complained and in one motion, he yanked off his black shorts and was as naked as his little brother.
"Wow!" Chris gawked at the love-muscle his big brother was displaying. "I want to see it stiff like you said Mark has!" and he dove at his brother's crotch.
Brian didn't dodge him, just let his little naked brother impact him, knocking him out of his foothold and the two floated around the gym, bouncing off the wall and into the middle, with Chris holding firmly onto Brian's pud.
"Oh, shit, he's playing with my dick!" Brian gasped as they moved toward Mark (somewhat), spinning around a mutual axis that showed the gawk-eyed buddy everything about the two brothers' actions. Chris clinging to Brian like a monkey on a tree, with one hand now pumping up and down on a fully-erect phallus that was a solid nine inches of man-fun.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" Brian groaned.
"Shit, man, he's pumping your dick!" Mark gaped wide-eyed at the view.
"Yeah, uh, uh, yeah!" Brian gasped. "Get over here, and pay your own bet! You owe him too, dude!"
"Yeah, come on!" Chris invited.
Alone with these two on a ship in the middle of space, thousands of miles from everyone else, two weeks of this, all the rules off. Mark pushed off toward the two floating naked bodies. He contacted and gripped Brian and as he did, Chris caught one of Mark's legs with his own leg, locking the three together in a vise grip and that freed both his hands to work both the older two's pricks at the same time, side by side.
Brian clung to Mark in rising passion as he moaned. "Ooh, oh, oh, shit!" he groaned. "So hot, so fucking hot! Pump me, little brother, pump my pud and pump it hard, harder, damn it, harder!"
"Mmmh, yeah, damn, he's good at this!" Mark grunted his agreement.
"Man, I haven't been so turned on since the time Mary Goodall went down and sucked me during chemistry class!" Brian moaned.
"Sucked you?" Chris inquired.
"Yeah, hell yeah!" Brian confirmed. "Sucked me like it was a lollipop!"
Mark saw it coming. "Oh, God, Brian, he's not going to.... Oh, God!" Chris had just leaned down and taken the closest dong (Mark's at that moment, for the two older boys were bobbing back and forth despite Chris' clutching legs, flapping like the wings of a butterfly.
"Oh, shit, he is, he's sucking you!" Brian marveled. "Man, that is so fucking hot! My little brother is slurping on your wiener!"
"He sure is!" Mark moaned. "I hope to hell your mom and dad find out about this!"
"I sure as hell won't tell them!" Brian agreed. "Go ahead and suck him, little brother. And when you're done, you can do mine, too!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Chris agreed and with that, he switched from sucking Mark to scarfing down his big brother's dong. Brian's groans as his younger brother started sucking on him were truly monumental. In space, Mark thought with a smirk, no one can hear you scream!
But it left him neglected and horny as hell. Chris' body was floating free and that little prod of his was as hard as it was going to get. Hell, the little bastard deserved a little of his own back, didn't he?
He caught Chris by his legs and soon enough, that tiny dong was buried in his mouth. He could suck this easily, it was no bigger than one of those baby carrots you get in a salad sometimes.
"Hey, Mark, you sucking my little brother on me?" Brian inquired. "Hell, didn't mean to leave you out on this. Let's share the weasel, why don't we?" He lifted Chris' head off his prong. "Little brother, get back to sucking my buddy, will you? I got some special fun planned for you!"
Mark gratefully relinquished Chris' little pud so he could get a view of this. Even so, he wasn't prepared for what he saw.
Brian buried his lips into Chris' ass, digging his tongue into the tiny young puckerhole. Chris gasped, then moaned in his pleasure as Brian also jerked his little-boy pud as he continued to nurse on Mark's dong.
"You're not going to fuck him, are you?" Mark gasped as he understood.
"Why not?" Brian said. "We can stuff this little weasel from both ends. Look at him, he'll love it!"
"Shit!" Mark marveled. "Chris, don't let him do anything you don't want to do, okay? Okay?"
"Mm-hmm!" Chris mumbled around his pud.
Soon, Brian was pushing that thick cock of his at his little brother's anus. Mark watched carefully for signs of distress, but while pain creased the young tender face, there was no gesture or motion of distress. Even as Brian wormed his schlong into his little brother's ass, there was only grunts and moans, no more.
"See, the little prick likes my big prick!" Brian chuckled. "Let's stuff him full of hot dong and see if he can take it!"
Mark wasn't convinced but Chris never let up on sucking him, even as his big brother was humping at him from behind. The three of them were bouncing around the gym like a convoluted ping-pong ball, every wall they struck sent them in a new direction depending on how they hit, and they spun rapidly on one circuit, slowly on the next as their momentum was increased or absorbed by the impacts.
"Oh, oh, shit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Brian gasped as he pounded Chris' tender ass. "Going to pump him full of hot brother jizz! Oh-OH-OH-HAH, AHH-GAHHHHHH!"
Mark heard the heated sounds of Brian squirting spunk into his little brother, his nostrils filled with the smell of male sperm flowing into the tender buttocks.
"Oh, God, I'm coming too!" He gasped out and was then wrenched with the power of orgasm that clawed at his senses and assailed his brain. He squirted his load into Chris' mouth, and the boy choked, caught himself and began to gulp him down as he shot it out and Mark loaded Chris' mouth with his spunk just as Chris' older brother had loaded Chris' ass.
"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" Mark moaned as his climax finished mauling him and released the husk that was left to float in limp exhaustion. Brian caught him by an arm and pulled him back toward them and the three were a sweaty, spunk sodden lot of sex-drenched male bodies.
"I guess we've played enough with your little brother now." Mark essayed the joke in the silence. That won him a tired chuckle from the other two. "What do you two want to do now?"
"I want to do it again!" Chris chipped in.
"Me, too, but not right now." Brian agreed. "What say we rest up and then Mark can plug your ass while you suck on me?"
"Yeah!" Chris agreed enthusiastically.
"Two whole weeks." Mark mused. "This ship is going to stink like a locker room by then. How are you going to explain that to your mother and father?"
"Hey, the ship is your problem." Brian joked. "Besides, all ships smell funny, one way or another. I say we say nothing and let them make their own guesses."
"Works for me." Mark nodded. "But in the meantime, we have a lot of time to kill."
Brian looked at his little brother. "Says you. Looks to me like we just got booked solid for the entire time."
"More bounce-tag, yeah!" Chris slapped the two of them and bounded away.
"Yeah, more bounce-tag." Mark had to admit that Brian was probably right. They were going to be very busy in the days to come.
THE END
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