A hard rod of flesh a bit over an inch long jutted from the boy's groin. The flaps of his Spidey underroos were parted to give tiny fingers access, and his entire body shook with another dry heave. Having no real balls was an advantage, Jesse felt, since now he could have at least ten dry orgasms a day. Most of his time was spent in front of the TV, watching porn or cartoons and jerking. My role was limited to supplying the cereal and the clothes for the rare occasions he wanted to go out and play.
Jesse's overindulgence had left me with two problems, one much easier than the other. First and hardest, I now had a 6 year-old boy living in my spare bedroom. This was a boy who was used to living and deciding for himself, and most of what he had decided on had been hard and dripping. Those decisions had led him to me, and now I suppose I had to take care of him, at least until his dick grew enough to fuck the lost years out of me. Damn him! My second problem was that I now had the body of a 25 year-old when I should be 18. This was no real thing, though, and I would solve it as soon as I could.
The Queen Shilling was one of the oldest gay bars in town, and my new bod got me in without showing an ID. Once I was leaning on the bar on the outside of a Stella I took a look around. Being a Tuesday the bar wasn't very full, and nothing separated me from the boy three stools away. From the look of him, someone was having a really bad day. Spiky short blond hair, cute face, body nice without being overdone. I sent a beer his way and moved down to chat when he waved.
Christian had just caught his boyfriend cheating and was desperate for beer. The story poured out at somewhat interminable length, and the flagging of my attention prompted him to ask about me. Several pints in and not caring anyway, I told him about my secret power. Taking it as a joke Christian went with it, spinning a fantasy of growing older to tempt his boyfriend and then grudge-fuck him senseless. I encouraged this, mostly to stop the whining, but after two more pints I'd had enough. I stumbled out of the bar and headed for home.
At 25 I look enough like me at 18 to still hang out with my friends. I got a few odd looks, but if your memory is telling you one thing and your eyes another, which are you going to believe? The next day I woke up late and went out for breakfast, eating at a corner café that's popular with the student crowd. There I found my friend Wyatt eating with his brother. He waved me over and introduced me to Blake, visiting for a week from back home.
I'd met Wyatt at a GLBSU party at the beginning of the year. He was out and proud and one of the leaders of the club. Being a grad student studying economics he was older than I was currently, about 26. Blake was the baby of the family, just 17 and, I came to understand, just as gay as his big bro. Over breakfast we really hit it off and I made plans to hang out with them later tonight. I wandered home and fed Jesse, did a few chores and read a bit. When five o'clock rolled around I slopped the boy again, got dressed and headed out to meet the brothers.
Xbox led to hamburgers, dinner led to beer, beer led to the Pineapple, and dancing at the club led to frustration for all. Wyatt and I had danced several times while Blake entertained a long string of boys. The three of us ended up walking home draped over each other, more or less traveling straight. Blake's hand was idly playing with my nipple as Wyatt caressed my waist. A pause for a door key and we all landed on the couch, Wyatt leaning on my right shoulder while Blake's head slid down to rest right on my crotch. A rigid prick poking your ear isn't all that comfortable.
Wyatt's tongue circled my ear, his lips seeking mine as I turned my head. Blake cuddled his cheek against my dick as his brother and I made out. If the younger bro wasn't too skilled, he was a fair way on at the end of the night. Cheek changed to lips as he mouthed my cock through my pants. Wyatt's hand slipped under my shirt, pulling it up as he pinched my nip. Blake slid to the floor and, mouth still busy on my leaking dick, scooted around between my legs. He pulled off my shoes. Wyatt tucked my shirt over my head and started to suck at my right tit. One hand cradled his head, shoving those wonderful lips hard against my chest, while the other fumbled for my belt and fly. Blake took the hint and hauled down all the cloth that covered my crotch and legs. Mostly naked I sat pinned, Wyatt's lips on my chest while Blake worked at my dick.
Blake was the next to get nude. He skinned out of his shirt and jeans and leaned in to rub his beautiful cock on mine. Wyatt kissed one nipple and tweaked the other, his free hand stuffed under his waistband.
"Wy," I breathed, too hot to really speak, "get your lube." He broke off and ran for the bedroom, shedding his clothes before he returned. In the meantime I helped Blake lose his boxers and went back to rubbing skin on skin. Wyatt came back and knelt behind me, squirting a huge dose of wet into my crack and sliding a finger through my hole. His other hand greased my dick. Blake lay on his back and lifted his right leg to swing it over my head. He rolled up on all fours and looked back over his firm freckled ass. I shook my head and grinned, standing up and turning to present for him. My hard dick flopped in Wyatt's face, dangling for less than a second before his swallowed it whole.
I don't think Blake had fucked before, but he wasn't slow to try. His fat seven inches was buried to the hilt before I could blink. It took him awhile to find his rhythm, but he had tremendous fun searching for it. Wyatt's entire throat worked my cock, caressing it with soft wet muscles as his tongue lapped my nuts. Being a first timer with a willing ass on his dick, Blake blew on maybe the twentieth thrust. The force of his fuck made me lean on the couch, trapping Wyatt between my knees. He didn't mind. My dick pulsed and heaved as the weight of a year went sliding up Blake's dick.
Poor Wyatt was leaning all the way back as my dick tried to ream out his throat. Blake's burst of energy sent his brother's head rocking back as my body drove into him. He pulled off just in time to let me paint his face, thick stripes of cum splashing over his forehead and cheeks. Blake jetted again, his cock now sliding in a pool of his own jizz. The tiniest bit of muscle shrank from my arms and grew on his. I leaned down to lick my steaming cum from Wyatt's face. Blake's third cum of the night flooded my hole before I'd gotten the last bit from Wyatt's chin.
Wy decided that my cock had taunted him long enough. He squirmed his way up the back of the couch and turned, wiggling his ass as he guided my dick home. A slow, scalding plunge as I went balls deep in him was matched by the burning of Blake's cum jetting in my ass. Two more strokes from Wyatt and I popped, sending cream and youth flowing his way. This cum left me 21 and Blake the same, while Wyatt was only down to 25.
It may have been the strangeness of the added years that made Blake pull out to lay back on the living room floor. Wyatt wrung his ass back on my dick, pulling yet another load from my happy nuts. 24 year-old Wyatt kept going, fucking right through his own cum as the extra year brought me up to 24. Sliding over my sperm, Wyatt's ass drew two more loads out of me in the next five minutes.
I was now the oldest boy in the room. I pulled out of Wyatt's sloppy hole and lay next to Blake, letting Wyatt mount me cowboy style. His stiff 21 year-old dick bounced and flopped on my belly as he rode my cock. Blake pulled my legs up and shoved his brother forward, slamming his dick in my ass. All three of us moved as one, cum after cum pouring from cocks and flooding holes, and the balance between fuck and fucked shifted the years right out of Wyatt and on into Blake. A corner of my mind was still awake to count, and five mutual cums later I disengaged from the Brothers Fuck.
26 year-old Blake flexed his massive guns and eyed the slender form of 17 year-old Wyatt. Blake had gained at least three inches of height while Wyatt lost one, though the difference was most striking when they compared their still-hard cocks. Whatever else puberty had in store for Blake it included a good two inches of dick, bringing him almost to my nine and a half. If Wyatt had a problem with their swap it was this, and his eyes didn't leave Blake's dick for as long as I was in the room. My underwear were lost and my shorts soaked through with cum as soon as I donned them. Nevertheless I hurried out and left the brothers to themselves.
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