Fourwheeler Incident
Me and My Brothers
Chapter 10
Art I. Fex
After we had composed ourselves, we headed into Randy's house. Luckily, his mother was out, and his dad was...somewhere, probably helping one of our dads with something or working on some of his own equiptment. His house was pretty nice, he and his father had built it when he was younger than us, so they built and added on as needed over the years.
We walked into the kitchen, sweaty and a mess, well, except for Shel and Randy who had just had a 'bath' in the barn, but that probably wouldn't pass just anyone's sanitation exam. We went to the fridge, and Randy pulled us all out some cokes and we headed up to his room. We all made our selves comfortable, Ben and Shel taking the two chairs in the room, and Michael plopping down on a bean bag that looked like it had seen better days. Randy was already on his favorite piece of furniture, the bed, and patted it to show me where to sit. I could still feel the after affects of having been fucked, and it must have shown in my walk from the grin that Shel gave me. Ben just slouched enough that his butt didn't really touch the sitting part of the chair, which seemed to strike Michael as humorous. I crawled onto the bed, carefully sat my coke on the nightstand, and then rested on Randy's pillow, listening to the others talk about random things. After a minute or two though, Randy's arm reached under my head and his other went over me, gently yet firmly pulling me over and closing the distance between me and him, and he hugged me up to him like a teddy-bear.
I loved the feeling, and I could feel his crotch against the left side of my thigh, he was actually semi hard again! I turned to look at him and met his impish gaze as he whispered in my ear,
"You enjoyed that earlier, didn'tcha?", with that he ruffled my hair and pressed his hips into me a little firmer.
"You know I did, but the problem is how to get enough.", I said nuzzeling my nose into his throat.
"We'll take care of that later, because Ben's dad said he was gonna need some help tonight birthin' more than one calf, but I already took the liberty of volunteering to help YOUR dad with the selling chickens tonight.", he said with a relieved tone to his voice.
I was taken back a little, "I had forgotten about that being tonight! We'll have it to do again tomorrow too, but it won't be too bad, the rest'll be able to help tomorrow night, right?"
"That's the plan.", Michael said. I had not realized he were listening to me and Randy. "I've never done anything like this before, it'll be a new experience.", Michael finished with a smile.
Ben giggled quietely to Shel, probably over how Michael didn't know what he was getting himself into, there's a REASON that Randy seemed relieved to be helping me with chickens!
"Well, it's almost four, and the 'work' begins for us at like, eleven tonight. What are ya'll gonna do?", I said, thinking that it would be nice to rest a little before later, even though it wasn't that bad of work. Resting with Randy could be fun!
"We'll be camping in the loft at my house, the cows will be brought up beneath in the paddock, so we'll know when things happen. We'll just call dad when the fun starts.", Ben said sipping his coke, my eyes trailing down his golden chest and arms to his waist, following the blondish treasure trail into his shorts. My eyes were locked on his package as I daydreamed until his hand groped the object of my little fantasy, breaking my trance. I looked up and met his eyes and his playful smirk. I didn't mind getting caught anymore, it was more like a compliment amongst us by now, then again I guess it always was, only everyone knew by then.
After Randy's mom came in downstairs, we went down to help her unload a few groceries.
"Oh, you're all here! Ya'll can each grab a couple bags so I can just put them away...what've ya'll been up to?"
Ben was outside, and we could here him laughing. "Oh nothing...we cleaned up the loft of the barn finally!", Randy said as he came in with some plastic bags on each wrist. It was true afterall, we HAD to clean it after we'd been up there! I watched as he waited for his mom to tell him what to do with the bags, and I liked the sideview I had, his chest and arm muscles, tanned and firm were tensed as he supported the cans and other things he held. I sat my bags down and went to take his from him until his mother could get to them as Shell and Ben returned with their bags.
After we talked to her for a while, she offered to feed us if we were hungry.
"Well, it's been at least two or three hours since we last ate...", Ben's voice trailed off.
Randy's mom laughed as she started opening a pack of pork chops and laying them out on her cast iron skillet. The rest of us pitched in, and before we knew it, we had a nice meal of mashed potatoes, porkchops, rice, and peas. Randy's dad came in just as we were getting ready to fix our plates, and gave the kitchen containing his wife and five boys in shorts the once over before chuckling,
"Oh, so the pack came to OUR place for a change, huh?"
We laughed when Randy tilted his head back and howled like a wolf, "Yea, thought we'd eat YA'LL outta house and home for a change...thanks for the supper!"
"Oh, it's our pleasure, boys, and they tidied up the loft earlier too, so this is allowance.", Randy's mom said shrewdly, hiding her smile.
"Oh, so that is what all the racket up there was earlier? I was beginning to wonder what that was...", Randy's dad wonderingly, his downturned lips and arched eyebrow saying more than his words. We just smiled innocently and kept packing our food down.
About the time we finished taking our plates, Randy's cell rang, and it was my dad. After getting off the phone, he said,
"Your dad said he couldn't get you on your cell, Dave, but he was just saying the trucks'll get here around 2 in the morning."
"K, and I guess my cell fell outta my shorts into the bag or something.", I thought out loud, not really paying attention, thinking both Randy's parent's had gone in the living room, but Randy's dad had come back in looking for the phone book.
"In a bag? Were you in the bag? or just your shorts?", he said twisting his lips and squinting his humorous eyes. I began to say something before he just held up his hand laughing quietly, "You know, I probably don't wanna know," before turning back to the living room with his calloused finger marking his number in the book.
I just turned to the others and smiled sheepishly before we all called out that we were heading out. We thanked them again for supper, and headed out to Randy's truck. We first drove by Ben's house, Michael and Shel had rode in the back so they could just hop out, and then the two of us headed over to my house. I dug in the duffle bag until I found my cell, it indeed had two missed calls from Dad. When we got to our house, my mom had fixed more food,
"Ya'll hungry?", she said looking over at us and giving us each a hug.
"Nah, just ate, might eat a little later though.", we both said as we headed up to what was my room. "We might try to catch a nap or something before tonight so we won't be jet lagged and everything.", I called over my shoulder, to which she said ok.
As soon as we reached the room, Randy shut the door behind us and locked it. He then put his arm around my shoulder and jokingly sighed,
"Ahh, memories."
I just laughed then led him to the bed where we laid down on our backs next to eachother. I looked over at him, admiring his body, every curve and bulge of the golden landscape appealing to me. I rubbed my hand gently over his tight belly, my finger tips reaching into his navel before being drug up to the middle of his chest and back down again, his warmth kissing my hand as I rubbed.
His head just tilted back as he had a small smile on his lips, "How do you seem to know what I like without me saying anything?"
I just grinned as I leant over him, kissing his stomach, then up his chest randomly back and forth until I reached his face. I kissed him on the cheek and his eyes opened to meet mine, I then kissed the corners of his lips and up his angled jaw bone and reached his neck. At this point, he pulled my face up to his and kissed me on the lips, several times before slowing down and letting his tongue sweep across them, beckoning them to open for him. We continued our kiss as my hands ran over his head and chest, his on my head and back as I knelt next to him on the bed.
I broke our kiss, I wanted to taste his skin as I trailed down the trench created between his tensed, developing pecs, and continuing down this same indention that led between his exposed abs, and this trail ended at his navel again, making him lurch off the bed to meet my probing tongue, getting a giggle out of him.
He then unbuttoned his shorts and I unzipped them, letting his cock spring forth to wop the side of my face, but I loved it. I kissed each of his balls gingerly, but firmly, taking them into my mouth and pushing his legs farther apart to make more room for my face. I bathed his balls as my hands ran up and down his muscular thighs, covered in their blondish brown hair, enjoying the clean scent of the soap, Ben must've done a good job, but still didn't remove the virile, masculine aroma that smelt of nothing but Randy. By now, Randy's cock was dripping, and he slowly and gently squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, working out drops of clear, sticky, juice that seemed to cling to to his cockhead before slowly dribbling down like drool.
I couldn't resist as I began to lick the base of his cock, burying my nose and face in his pubes and against his hot skin, my tongue working diligently on the bottom half of his cock, working my way up, his breathing getting heavier as my tongue played.
Suddenly, his thighs incased my head, and he roled over on top, holding himself up on his hands as his cock rested on my face, then I slid down and dropped to the bed. I looked up and he was looking under himself at me smiling, but looking very horney. I looked back to his cock just in time for a long strand of the corn syrup-like substance to land between my nose and lip, connecting me to his cock. I leant up and licked his cockhead clean before taking it in my mouth, my hands pulling down on his hips until we worked into a rhythm, him pumping my face. After a few minutes, he put his head down into my crotch, and I felt his nose and lips brush against the skin of my balls, then around my cock root until he used his tongue to lift my cock into his mouth and began sucking. A wave of pleasure rushed down my legs and up my spine and into my tongue as I pressed it tighter against Randy's tool, my suction increasing.
We continued this for a while, until we rolled onto our sides so we could have more leverage. I loved the taste, smell, and feel of Randy, and his cock, as I put everything I had into taking as much of him as possible. I was getting better, after all it hadn't been long since we started doing this sort of thing! But I was torn between enjoying the taste of Randy, or enjoying his hot tongue and mouth sliding up and down my cock at a faster pace than before. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, but I couldn't bear to stop. My hands ran up and down Randy's back, his muscle tensing under my fingers as he moved his hips back and forth, then I felt him grip my hips and thighs, squeezing harder, sensing that I was about to shoot, and he began sucking faster and harder. I buried his cock in my throat as deep as I could and moaned deeply on his cock, and he loved it. He bucked into my mouth as I began shooting my load in his mouth, and I felt my whole world was right there in that bed right then. After I finished, I turned Randy on his back, and I assumed my position between his legs, my hard cock still throbbing, and took his in my throat again, humming to the rhythm of his cock head sliding past my swallowing point, and his hips kept jumping off the bed to meet my face, his hands gently, yet forcefully pushing my head down a little further when he bucked up. I saw through the pubes that were brushing my nose and saw his face, and loved the fact that he was loving this. As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, knowing how much HE enjoyed it, and the fact that 'I' was responsible for it, just made my day. His head flew back and to the side as he began pumping his seed into my mouth, me coming up a little to catch as much in my mouth as possible, but still going down as far as I could too after I had my taste.
After his cock had twitched and oozed it's last gooey drop of cum out onto my tongue, I crawled up towards the head of the bed, and laid my head down on Randy's shoulder, draping my arm over his chest as he pulled me closer, and laid his other hand on his panting stomach. I looked up to see him smiling down at me, then he bent down as I raised up to kiss him.
Meanwhile, according to what I was told later by Ben when we had a moment, this is what was happening in the loft of his barn:
Ben:
We hadn't been in the barn long before I could already tell that, whatever satisfaction and relief we'd got from that at Randy's house earlier, had totally worn off! Which is what I was hopin and countin on to stay awake til the actual work started. I knew Dave and Randy were gettin their's over at Dave's place, and the next best thing to doing stuff with my four bros is doin things with three of them, right?
We were all just sittin around, shootin the breeze, still laughin over what had happened earlier, the whole 'kidnapping', and how we'd have to get kidnapped more often. I Sat down next to Michael, whom I'd grown to like a bunch since I met 'em, and just draped my arm over his bare shoulders and rubbed my leg up against his, pulling him in for a nice friendly hug.
Shel got up and moved from his place in the old delapidated rocking chair that my dad used to rock in years ago and joined us on the stack of square bales of hay and joined our duo. My hand on the other side of Michael took hold of Shel's neck and began massaging his neck, making his head fall back on my hands as he enjoyed my pinching and rubbin. Shel finally leant forward and undid his shorts, and pulled out his big ole cut cock, his looked kinda like Dave's only a tad shorter and a bit thicker, and he definitely leaked a little more, but not NEAR as much as me and Randy! I bet I could hold a shot glass under mine and Randy's put together and we could quench all our thirsts!
I smiled as I thoughta that, and Michael nudged me in my crotch, which was bulging and aching for some relief and said,
"Looks like you should let Benny J, (my cock's new name apparently), come out to play."
I couldnt've agreed more, so I helped him get my cock out as he took his out, and I began working my already lubed looking hunk of meat, and started rubbing Mike's too. I then moved down between Michael and Shel's legs and started working on them both with my hands. Feelin Mike's looser uncut skin of his cock felt different from the tighter, firmer skin of Shel's hard, uncut cock, and I couldn't decide which I like better. I decided I didn't like either one, I simply LOVED them both, and didn't want either one more than the other or less. I leant over to take Shel's hardness in my mouth, rollin my tongue over his flared cock helmet, tasting it, feelin the warmth flow through my tongue as I licked his piss hole and that crevice under where the head meets the shaft before diving in and takin all I could. Shel moaned for me to keep it up, he'd shoot in no time. I felt Mike's spit drooling onto my hand as he gave me some more lube to work on him with, his hips buckin up a little to pump my hand.
I came off slowly and firmly from Shel's boyhood, or is it a manhood by now? Ah, I think of us as still 'guys', so hard to say, but I then skinned Mike all the way down to expose his slimy reddish head, exposed only in the moonlight pouring through the open part of the loft door, and a little light from downstairs, and I relished the unique taste of his, different from Shel, but no better or worse, just perfect. Michael moaned almost too loud as his cock head rested against my gullet and I moaned with him, humming and vibrating his pole like a lawnmower motor, boy did he squirm!
Shel was watching intently as Mike's cock disappeared into my mouth, then reappeared again, glistening with my spit that was starting to roll down into Mike's pubes and balls. Suddenly, Shel got up and went over to the black bag he carried over from earlier, and I already knew he was gettin the lube. I felt it as he squirted it on my backside and slid two fingers in right off the bat. I thought it felt great, I was pretty worked over form earlier, so it didn't hurt none, and Mike's cock seemed to respond by throbbing against my tongue as he watched Shel working on me from behind.
Shel then had his third finger, then believe it or not, his fourth finger in me, and was working in hard and fast. My own dick was making a puddle on the floor, and I felt light headed. His fingers weren't all side by side, but bunched together like a bundle sorta, so it was about the size of a thick, short dick fucking me I guessed. Finally, this fingers left me, and I felt empty and open, exposed, and ready for him to fix that problem with his dick. I felt his exposed cock head press directly inside of me, not hesitating at the entrace as he positioned himself to get a straight shot inside of me so it wouldn't hurt me. I groaned beside myself as he pressed in until he was butting his stomach against me.
"Man, you just can't get enough of this can ya, Ben? You love the cock dontcha?", Shel laughed as he stayed buried inside me while I licked Mike's pole like a popsickle.
"Nope, I love YA'LL'S cocks! Fuck me please, I can't stand it with you just sittin there pressin my spot like that!", I crooned, almost frustrated, but only sexually, I mean, my God, it'd been hourse since we'd gotten off! The hormones were kinda backin up on us already!
Shel and Mike giggled at me as Shel began to thrust into me harder and faster, knowing I was ready and prepared for it, he worked himself back and forth, and we began to sweat. The loft is pretty warm, the hot air from below, and plus there being all the animals down there tonight, the heat rises and gets trapped in the loft, so it's the warmest spot to be in a barn. The sweat building up and dripping down Shel's chest and onto his stomach started to cause a popping sound as his hips met my backside, which is one of the most erotic things about someone getting fucked that way we all think.
Shel was gettin close, and I could tell from the urgency of his short grunts and gasps, and I just squeezed down on his cock all the harder, making him have to really work himself in and out of me, and he let out a moan, his voice higher than usual as he thrust in all the way and held it, his hips and buttocks still clenching and bucking forward, even though he was already as far in as he could go, pumping more of his hot cum into me witch each contraction. Michael couldn't handle it anymore I guess, and he put his cock back in my mouth and began fucking my face, not so hard it hurt, but quickly to satisfy the tingly springy feeling of his orgasm rising in his aching cock. I sucked good and hard for him, and he he began moaning,
"Ahhhhh!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!....Oohhh yeaaaaa!......mmmmmmmmmm.", shooting his load all over my tongue and against my throat, and I savored every bit of it, still feeling Shel's hot rod in my hole, and his sweaty chest against my back as he heaved in and out, his arms wrapped tightly around me, jacking my cock with one hand, holding and pullin my balls with the other while he massaged my insides with his hardness. I moaned around Mike's cock, sucking it even after he was done cumming, and enjoyed Mike's fingers in my hair and on my neck as Shel bit and licked my neck and shoulders while he brought me off.
After about a minute or two of this, I overloaded, and thought to myself I couldn't wait for Randy and Dave to get here and join us, and thinking of that pushed me over the edge, and I started hosing Mike's feet, and Shel's hands with my juice, making a huge mess, one that I planned on sharing with my two best buds and bros as soon as I could see straight again!