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Part 5
I went into town and grabbed some dinner. Went home and chilled the rest of the night. Half expected to see Andy. Maybe even Stevie. But I went to sleep without company. Good -- my body needed the chill time. I didn't even beat off. Nor did I hear the door open when Andy came in. I woke up a little after 1am as Andy was crawling into bed saying "Set the alarm for 7."
"Why do you have to be up so early."
"Jesus Christ just set the fuckin alarm ok?". He went from crabby to snoring in minutes.
I woke his ass up with the alarm. He stumbled out of bed in the direction of the shower. He came out wrapped in a "Little Mermaid" towel (I laughed right out load). "What's for breakfast?"
"You want some coffee?"
"Ya...and..."
"I can toss on some eggs..."
"Cool. Nothing fancy I gotta move. Inside painting gig today." Twenty minutes later he was gone. Good day for an inside job. Rainy. I watched TV and went through old Dupont Car Registry pretending I could afford one someday. It was about 1 pm when Stevie's face showed up at the door, looking like he'd been outside all day. He came in and told me he was going to have to head out of town on a job for about a week with the contractor he worked for (nice call on the construction job Mikey!). "Gonna suck cuz its way up north and I'm not gonna be back for a week."
"Huh"
"So you're heading out this weekend back to the city?"
"Uh...I think so"
"OK. So..." Stevie was apparently sniffin around for a bon voyage BJ. Two minutes later he was sitting in a chair with his pants around his ankles and I was kneeling in between. Stevie's dick wasn't as thick as Andy's but a little longer and not as much bush. I never knew there was so much diversity in cocks. Stevie was way different during sex to. All he said was "ummm...good...ya...that's it". I heard a chirp and he answered his cell phone. Right in the middle of getting head. Who does that? "Ya sup man...no, I'm already here...ya...no he's just getting started...ya, fuckin awesome man...uh-huh...uh-huh...ok...later" Stevie tapped me on the top of my head. I pulled his schlong out of my mouth and looked up at him as he looked down on me, and he said matter-of-factly "Drew-man needs white tees, crew neck, size large. And he said to remind you to get a new toothbrush." Did I miss something or did I somehow morph into Andy's mommy/wife? "Ya ok. Got it" Stevie grabbed his shaft, pointed his cockhead back at my mouth and said "ok...continue". I `continued' for about 5 min when without warning or a sound my mouth started filling with cum. I pulled off when he was done ("swallow it, didn't puke!"), started to stand up when he put his hand on my head, pushed me back down, pointed the top of his dick at me and said "here, there's a little more" and I ate the last drop of goo off his head. Pulled his pants up, headed for the door.
"Later man"
"Later".
The rest of the week (Christ it was only Wednesday?) was sort of a mixture of chilling out together, sex, fishing, sex, drinking, and sex. I learned that Andy is a pretty daring guy. Sex spilled out of the bedroom to the living room, kitchen, shower, my dock on the lake, someone ELSE'S dock on the lake lol, the forest, his car, and a cemetery (that was a little creepy). I don't wanna give you the wrong idea. It never really felt like we were growing into friends. It was more like we needed each other at that time that summer. There was no making out. There was no bearing our inner thoughts. The best example I can give was one afternoon we went swimming in the lake. Had a good time. Came back up to the deck, Andy pulled off his bathing suit and said "lick my balls".
"Huh?"
"I like my onions licked when I come out of the water." I could see why. They were tight as hell. So I licked his balls. And he jerked off right in front of me while I did it. It was like we had this fucked up friendship that had no inhibition. And it was kinda cool.
By Friday night I realized I needed to get back to reality. Chilled in the sun and drank with Andy most of the day. He had to work that night and I was leaving early in the morning for the city. When he was leaving he was like "oh, ok, hey thanks, see ya." Not exactly a tear jerker but kinda what I expected and it was cool. Saturday morning I woke up early and realized I need to go back in town to replace a lot of material I used that week. Took forever with the weekender traffic in town. By the time I got back to our camp it was almost noon. Andy left a note while I was out saying he had a family picnic at his place but he was going to stop by before I left. I was planning on getting an early start but the day cleared so I hung out, had a few beers, and got a little more sun. I heard music and voices through the day coming from Andy's house and their redneck party. It got to be about 4 and I was thinking about just getting on the road when I heard Andy's voice approaching the deck. He was with someone. "Hey you remember my brother Mitch?"
"Oh...uh...sorta". No fuckin recollection of this guy. "Ya little Mikey. Last time I saw you were probably 6." Don't ever remember Andy having a brother. I barely remember Andy from when I was a kid. I could tell by the way Andy said "Mitch here is in the SERVICE" that Mitch was the golden child of the family and was idolized by his younger brother. I could kinda see why. Andy was good looking. Mitch was very good looking. Andy had a nice body. Mitch was a tank. He was probably 6-4 210 and ripped. Typical jarhead looks. Short light brown hair, deep voice, he had Andy's smirk but it was way more smug. Andy looked like he could kick anyone's ass in a fight. Mitch looked like he'd break a guys legs, rip out his heart and make him eat it. Just had a physical presence like marines do. Both guys walked me into the living room, took off their shirts, and Mitch said to Andy "Old man wants to take me to see Uncle Randy before I go back. Strip him down. I'm gonna grab a beer." Mitch walked into the kitchen and Andy looked at me, smiled, and said "you heard him." I stripped cuz ya, I was a little intimidated by these guys. Mitch walked back in the living room and right up to me, pushed me down on my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, took the back of my head, stuck his dick in my mouth and pushed it right to the back of my throat so my face was smushed against his khaki shorts. I started to choke and gag immediately and tried to no avail to push my way off, but he held my head firmly in place. After a few seconds he let me off. I fell on the floor coughing saliva. "Your gonna have to do better than that little man. Andy I thought you told me he could take it."
"He can. Maybe he needs to be warmed up haha." Mitch either didn't have a sense of humor or was too focused on being serviced. He dropped his shorts and grabbed ahold of my ears. "You gonna be a good little cocksucker for me little man?" In that moment I had a look at Mitch's dick. Andy may have not gotten the looks in the family but he definitely got the dick size. Mitch was impressive at about 6½, and the hair on his dick was as well groomed as the hair on his head -- short on the bush and smooth everywhere else. Before I had a chance to answer his question his dick was pumping back in my mouth. If they made a movie about Mitch's technique it would be "The Fast And The Furious". The only break he took from pumping my mouth with his dick at rapid fire speed was when he shoved it all the way in down my throat. I think I still have his pube marks indented in my face. I started to choke on it again and he pushed me off onto the floor. Andy said "He's got a tight little ass. You wanna fuck him instead? He's got some lube up..."
"FUCK the lube. Andy lay your ass on the floor." He did as his big brother told him (I got the impression it probably was that was all Andy's life), then Mitch lifted me by the waist, pushed open my legs, and spit on my hole several times. "Sit on his dick Bitch". I grabbed Andys stiff rod and guided it into my hole and lowered myself on him so I was sitting on Andy's dick. I first thought big bro was a voyeur. I found out fast I was dead wrong. With Andy on his back and me on top of him, I was facing him as I rode his big dick. All of a sudden I felt Mitch behind me pushing my back, almost like he was trying to get my face closer to Andy's while I rode him (didn't he know the No Kissing rule?). My face was right up close to Andy's, and it was kinda cool watching his face while he fucked me. When I felt Mtich's stiff rod being swatted against my hole I knew what was going on. "NO WAY. NOT 2". I could feel Mitch's dick trying to penetrate my hole while his brother was already in there. "NOT 2!!!!!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH YOU'RE TAKING IT. MAN UP". I was terrified. I didn't even know the human body could anatomically handle this! I felt him enter me like a telephone pole was being inserted up my ass. Andy grabbed my face, looked me in the eyes and said "shhhh just take it. Just take it. Just take it.". It took a lot more saliva and what seemed like 10 minutes but eventually Mitch was in me. Right next to his brother. Andy stayed still pretty much the whole time while Mitch pounded hard. The grunting started within minutes. Mitch sounded just like his brother as he was about to cum. My stretched out hole was getting Mitch's natural lube. As he came he shoved it all the way in which damn near killed me! He pulled out as quickly as he entered my mouth earlier and stood over Andy and I on the floor. "Finish him off little bro..." and with those words Andy started pistoning me like it was the end of the fuckin world. In the position I was in all I did was kneel there. Andy had the right angle for his hips to buck up and down so his dick flew in and out of me like they had never before. It wasn't pain. It was just an overwhelming feeling. The difference this time is I could see his face. Intense. Angry. Focused. Almost like he was trying to prove something to his older brother. I was making some kind of noise that most closely resembled a wolf howling but I'm not sure if it's ever been heard on this planet. I wanted it to stop but I was hoping it never would. Very fucked up. Then the grunts. Louder than normal. Tribal. Then like his brother one last push in and he released into me when it was deep inside. I fell on top of him, totally spent. Mitch kicked Andy, grabbed his clothes and said "see you back at the house Champ". I let the swelling in Andy's dick go down cuz I learned thru the week not to pull off till he went flaccid. So I laid there a few minutes. And I heard snoring. Oh my god are you fucking kidding me? I shook him a little and said "dude you got family at your house you gotta get outta here." He made his way in the bathroom, grabbed a wet washcloth, handed it to me and said "clean me up will ya." I ran it over his dick, balls, ass, chest, and pits. We got dressed and he headed to the door. "You heading back tonight?"
"Ya"
"K. This was cool."
"Ya. This was cool."