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Hard As Nails: Ch 10 -- Exploring
Sean and Clay listened to the excited banter of their brood as they drove to the elder Reed's home. Clay noted that Vic repeatedly referred to things as quaint. He made a mental note to speak to her about her meaning. He wasn't sure if she was meaning it in a derogatory manner. Sean became aware halfway to the Reeds that Gunnar wasn't participating in the discussion. Looking back he noted Gun was slumped in his seat, head back and staring at the headliner.
Gunnar was deep in thought. He was coming to terms with the fact that he had just lost his virginity. He was also amazed at the power and strength he felt dominating the tight-end football player two years older than himself. He recalled the tenderness with which Bill had initially serviced his cock head before he decided to fuck his face. He was amazed at how willingly the cocksucker had agreed to call him Sir and not touch his dick to jack off without permission. Would Bill obey the orders he had given? He realized he was getting an erection just thinking about the experience. He sat up and listened to the conversation going on between his siblings. He became aware that Pops was speaking to him.
"Earth to Gunnar!" Pops shouted. The other teens quieted and looked at Gunnar.
"Sorry Pops I was deep in thought."
"I'm aware of you being a thinker son. What part of the tour did you find the most interesting?"
"I enjoyed the media center a lot. The computer labs are located there as well as having a fairly large collection of books for a smaller school."
"We didn't go in there on my tour," Gitte shared. "The librarian wasn't there."
"Bill is one of her media helpers. He volunteers in there during part of his lunchtime each day," Gun explained.
"Did you talk about which sport you might want to be involved with?" Clay asked.
"Well, I eliminated helping as a team assistant. I don't think I'm cut out to be a servant."
"A servant!" Vic scoffed.
"Yeah, Bill made it sound as if that is exactly how water boys or towel boys are treated. Get me this. Go get this or that. Pick up my stuff. That's not for me. I help with family things, but I don't pick up after any of you. Even when you ask me to bring you something there is always a please and thank you involved. Bill made it sound that doesn't occur."
Fifth concurred, "You know he's right. We do treat those guys like slaves. I will have to try to remember my manners in the locker room from now on. Thanks, bro."
"You're welcome. But to answer your question Dad, I'm thinking about cross country or golf."
Clay nodded as he maneuvered the Escalade into his parents' driveway. He stopped suddenly as his father and brother were walking up the drive ahead of them. He waited as they reached the house before pulling further into the property. Getting out he hollered, "You knocked off work early Dad."
Leon shot back, "Finished the job, or rather RJ did." He laughed. "Fifth, ask your grandmother for my lemonade and my feed bag, please. Erik, please help me over to my chair under the oak tree." The two boys did as there were asked as the rest of the teens piled into the house to see what treats Mormor had in store for them. RJ, Sean, and Clay grabbed lawn chairs and followed Leon to the shade of the oak tree in front of the house.
"You got it all done in 3 hours RJ! That is amazing": Sean mused. "Thank you so much. I figured we'd finish it tomorrow."
"Oh, you can paint it tomorrow. But the bead board went up easily. Dad helped hold it up for the ceiling work. Putting up the wire initially was tricky, but I got the hang of it quickly. Guess we never forget the things we learn in our youth."
"Well, it is appreciated, bro," Clay commented.
Fifth arrived with lemonade for his grandfather and beers for the other three men. "Erik, Mormor made a peach cobbler. It is still warm, and she is adding ice cream to it. Come on." The two brothers ran back to the house as the four men chuckled at their youthful enthusiasm.
Ten minutes later Martha came out of the house with a tray with four servings of peach cobbler topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream for each of the men. "Here's a little something to tide you over to dinner time."
"What's for dinner tonight, Mother?" Leon asked his wife.
"F-O-O-D!" Clay, RJ, and Sean spelled it out for Leon.
Martha laughed. "They grow up, but they remain little boys," she remarked. "Chicken stew. It will be ready in about 40 minutes. I'll call you when it's time to wash up."
RJ asked, "How did things go at the high school?"
"Looks like they're all happy about their courses and the school," Clay replied. "Though I'd not so sure Vic is fully on board yet. She kept referring to everything as being quaint."
"I noticed that as well Clay," Sean commented. "Gunnar was particularly quiet until I got him to talk."
"Maybe he didn't like being paired with Billy," Clay suggested.
"Could be," but I think it may be more than that."
Clay looked at Sean questioningly. He dropped the topic though as Sean took another bite of his cobbler.
Over on Lamb Avenue in town, Bill stood in the shower getting ready for work. His penis was fully erect and leaking cock snot. He wanted to squeeze off a load but he had made a promise to Gunnar. He thought about how natural he had called the younger teen Sir. He was thankful that he had sucked several 7-inch dicks around town and lost his gag reflex his freshman year. It made being skulled fucked by Gunnar easier. He also pondered how some of the other guys in school, who regularly visited him while he was helping in the media center, would react to being cut off from the relief his mouth afforded them. Then there was the matter of the football team itself. He was the team's slut.
"Billy! You're using up all the hot water! His mother hollered.
The teen rinsed off and turned off the shower. He toweled off, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant before walking back to his bedroom wrapped in a towel. There he pulled on his white socks and tighty-whities carefully positioning his still plumb dick so that it pointed straight up. Then he pulled on his work shirt and pants. He laced up his shoes. Walking out into the kitchen Bill kissed his mother goodbye and jumped on his bicycle for the quick trip into town and his evening at work.
Back at the Reed's, Martha sent Vic to tell the men folk to wash up. They followed the girl back to the house and headed to the various sinks. The teens had set the table and were carrying the last of the dishes to the table. After everyone was seated, Leon asked, "Whose turn to say grace?" Everyone looked around not sure whose turn it was when everyone was together under one roof.
"I'll do it," Gunnar said. The family joined hands with one another. "We thank you for this day of life and love. We thank you for the new friends we have met and the teachers who will educate us this year. We bless your Holy Name. We ask you to bless each of us, particularly Mormor who has prepared this meal for us. May we always be thankful for the great abundance with which you have blessed us. Amen."
"Amens," sounded around the table and Mormor began dishing out the stew from the large tureen AJ had carried to the table. The salad, bread, and butter were passed around. Initially, no one talked as they began to devour the delicious stew Mormor had prepared.
"Mother, I really enjoy this chicken stew," Leon began.
Vic asked, "Will you share the recipe with us Mormor?"
"I was going to ask the same thing,' Fifth interjected.
"Next time I fix it you can both help. It is not something I have written down. My mother showed me as her mother showed her."
Leon inquired, "How did registration go today?"
Six teens all started talking at once.
"Well I would say it was a success," Leon laughed. "But I can't tell who is saying what. Let's start with your electives. Youngest to oldest.
"Art."
"Foundations of Agricultural Science."
"Army JROTC."
"Family and Consumer Science."
"Art."
"Chorus"
"There is quite a range of interests there," Leon nodded his approval.
"You're right about that father," Mormor agreed.
"We met some very interesting students today," Erik noted. "We each had our tour guide to show us our lockers, homeroom, where each class was located, gym, cafeteria, and Gunnar got to see the inside of the media center because his guide volunteers in it." "Who was your guide Gunnar?" Mormor inquired.
"Bill Martin, Mormor. I met him last night at the restaurant," Gun responded.
"Billy Martin, such a sweet boy," Mormor said.
"He has it rough Gunnar," Leon stated. "When he told his parents he was gay three years ago, his old man beat him badly. The boy had to be taken to the hospital. Judge Harriman told Willard if he lays another finger on the boy, he would be going to jail. His poor mother walks a tight rope every day. His older sister dropped out of high school to get away from her father. She lives in Naples now. His older brother enlisted in the Army after he graduated last year. His younger sister is just starting middle school."
"So the whole town knows about Bill?"
"He doesn't have the best reputation," Mormor admitted. "Lots of gossip about him. Yet, I hear he does a great job at the Grill. He hasn't waited on us, but we've seen him working. Mr. Tillman likes to give struggling families a leg up. I think that is why he hired Billy last Christmas."
"He certainly did a great job with us last night," Vic admitted. "I didn't know he was gay."
"Vic are you blind?" AJ asked. "His hair tips the color of the rainbow. The way he walks."
"Are you stereotyping gay men," Clay asked his son.
"No Sir. I'm saying Billy doesn't hide who he is. He wears it in his hair and walks the walk. Who he has sex with is none of my business. Just saying I guessed his orientation quickly."
"Guess our son has his own gaydar, Clay," Pops put in giving AJ his version of a shit-eating grin.
"Pops, don't you have to be gay to have gaydar?" AJ retorted.
"Gee AJ, I guess you have all the answers about how to recognize gay men," Pops countered. "Be that as it may," Mormor interrupted, "I'm glad you enjoyed his company. He could use a friend like you Gunnar."
Gunnar swallowed. He had just replaced Bill's client list with just one client, himself. "I wonder what they'll say if and when I come out?" he thought to himself.
"Vic, will you bring in the cobbler, and AJ will you fetch the ice cream?" Mormor requested. Both teens hurried off. "For dessert, I made a blackberry and peach cobbler. I hope you enjoy it." The teens returned with the requested items and Mormor began serving the dessert and passing it down the table. After dinner, the four men of the family gathered the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.
Martha sat outside with her grandchildren watching the sun starting to get lower in the sky. "So far no pink in the sky," she commented. "Might have a storm brewing."
"Why do you say that Mormor?" Gitte inquired.
"Pink sky at night, sailors delight. Pink sky at morning, sailors take warning. It's an adage my grandmother taught me. It has proven right 9 times out of 10."
"I'll track that the rest of the summer," Gitte admitted. Sounds like a good science fair project."
"Someone is in school mode," Erik noted.
"What if I am?" Gitte demanded.
"Nothing more than you're in school mode," Erik answered. Gitte backed off.
Clay and the other four men joined the family outside. "Time to go kids. You want to walk or ride home?"
"Can't we stay a bit longer, Dad?" AJ requested. "We can walk home later through the field."
"Mom, you willing to entertain these poor starving children a bit longer tonight?"
"They can even spend the night if they wish."
"Well, Fifth has his driving lesson tomorrow so he needs to come home so he's up and ready to go by 7:30."
"OK Dad, I'll leave here at 8 so it's still light out when I cross the field. I don't want to step in fire ants," Fifth explained.
"See you when we see you," Pops noted. He kissed his three in-laws goodbye and got into the Escalade. He was followed by Clay. The two made the short drive home.
At the Magnolia Street restaurant, Bill was getting used to working with Patrick. Maddie had been placed on probation and was working with Matilda, Mr. Tillman's youngest granddaughter. The shift had been a pleasant one for the Bulldog tight end. Patrick repeatedly thanked him for his help. He didn't berate him at all. He even reminded the gofer to take his breaks. Mindful he couldn't jack off without permission, Bill stood at the urinal Gunnar had used the night before. He was happy to be using the same urinal as his new... he didn't know what word with which to complete his thought. Bill suddenly realized he didn't know what he and Gunnar were to each other. Was Gunnar just a trick? Was he Gunnar's whore? Were they boyfriends? Maybe they would be friends with benefits? Then it dawned on him. Gunnar was his Sir!
At the house, the two men went through the day's mail. Several letters were addressed to his business. Clay was reviewing bills for the various entities which comprised Reed Enterprises.
"Here's a letter from Eduardo Castillo!" Sean exclaimed. "We haven't heard from him in a while."
Clay sarcastically asked, "What's he want now another three-way or a new show?"
"Now Farm Boy as I recall you always liked fucking his ass, especially when we were double fucking it together."
Clay grinned at the memory, "Yes, I loved how he'd squeal like a pig, yet his ass opened like it was a railroad tunnel." He chuckled.
"Well, it seems the galleries in London and Paris are interested in reprising our show from 20 years ago. He's asking if we would be willing to do comparison shots."
"Sean, I don't know about that," Clay began. "Yes, we made a fortune off the whole thing. But I teach in Arcadia now. They would fire my ass and give the kids a hard time."
"I agree we're in a whole new situation. What if our comparison shots were less revealing -- suits, jeans, swimwear... no cocks or asses?"
Clay cocked his right eyebrow, his tell which indicated he was thinking about it. "I don't want to answer right now. When does he need to know?"
"Doesn't say. He does ask when he can come down and visit us."
"That's easy. End of August. He can come for the weekend."
"You are forgetting your best man duties, Farm Boy."
"Fuck! You're right." Clay pulled up his calendar and consulted it. "Weekend after the wedding then. He can come down Friday morning and join us for our home game that evening. We'll plan a pool party for Saturday and invite folks to meet the famous Eduardo Castillo. Maybe even some of your clients from Fort Myers, Miami, and Tampa may be willing to drive in for the afternoon."
"Make it an event. Alright, I'll write him back and suggest it. But you know he's going to want to play."
Clay raised his eyebrow again then scowled. "He is a good fuck. We just haven't been doing too much of that with others since the kids started getting older. We'll put him in the bedroom closest to our room. No other stayovers that weekend."
"I'll write the letter tonight and get it posted tomorrow"," he set the letter aside. "Now I have a proposal to make."
"I don't think you can top the last one," Clay grinned.
"Silly Farm Boy that was a one and done. I want to talk to you about the businesses." Clay put the paperwork he was reviewing down on the desk and turned to give his attention to his husband. "We've only been here a few days and I already see you turning into your father. You're always wandering off to the office as he did. I am proposing that we consolidate the businesses into their office building. We can either buy something in town and remodel to our specifications or build in the field across from Mom and Dad's."
"Well, the land is available and paid for. I'm not sure what the county zoning board would say about putting a business on a residential road."
"It's nothing different from what we're doing now. It's not like we're bringing in customers. It would simply be office space for the family businesses."
"Which do you prefer?"
"Build our own if we can for two reasons. First, buildings downtown would have to be renovated after paying a huge amount for them. Then there would be the matter of staff driving back and forth from town to the various sites. If we can build here, then everyone who comes to the ranch has one place to gather. We keep office hours. When we go home, we are home. I can continue my business from there having my own office and studio as I did in the house at Oak Haven. Also by placing the building across from your parents, Dad can drop by and feel part of things though he technically retired."
"I do see your point. We're sitting here with me going over reports and bills instead of being with you or the kids. An office in town would make it easier for me to get to after school. However. you're right it would be costly. With you having an office for your business in the same building as Reed Enterprises it would be possible for you to work at both locations. I also agree Dad would love to come by and keep himself informed and in some ways involved. So I guess we'll present it to the family for a decision at our next meeting in November. I would ask that you begin a preliminary search for a building in Arcadia as well as what would be involved with building."
"I can do that. I can start drafting a plan for the build tomorrow. Next week I can float around town and see what I can see."
"Perfect, care to go swimming?"
"With you? Anytime," Chief responded. The couple walked out to the pool and stripped down. "I don't know how no one saw your cock cage earlier today."
"If they saw it, they probably figured it was better not to ask. But we ran and jumped in while RJ was roughhousing with the gang. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around my waist so perhaps no one noticed."
"But I can see it now Dad," Fifth stated as he came around the corner of T2. "What is that?"
"An adult sex toy, Fifth," Clay answered his oldest son. "Any other questions?"
"What does it do?
"It makes me horny," Clay admitted blushing in the fading light of the day.
"Well unless you want to explain it to everybody, you need to make sure it's hidden again. The rest of my siblings are not that far behind me."
"Go take it off and come back to the pool," Chief directed Farm Boy. Clay got out of the pool and walked naked into the house. A few minutes later the master bedroom lights came on for a few minutes then went off. The remaining five siblings arrived at the pool and quickly shed their clothing and dove or walked into the water.
"Where's Dad? Gunnar asked.
"He'll be here in a few. He had to take care of something upstairs in the bedroom," Fifth answered. Sean gave his oldest son the look. "It has been a long day, but I'm stoked about learning to drive tomorrow."
"I wonder if Dad will take me out Sunday morning or make me wait until Monday?" Victoria pondered.
"What are you wondering about?" Clay asked as he jumped into the pool splashing water everywhere.
"Whether or not you'll teach me to drive on Sunday?"
"Nope. Sunday, we rest." Vic stuck her bottom lip out and pouted at her father. "Put your lip back in daughter before a bird poops on it." Clay teased Vic. "I plan to teach Gitte Saturday morning and you on Saturday afternoon after the tryouts finish."
Vic swam over and hugged her father, "That's a great way to end the week." She kissed his cheek.
"So glad you approve."
The family swam, laughed, and talked for over an hour. Sean walked out of the pool and sat on a lounge. "Tomorrow, we paint the chicken coop. We need to finish unpacking all the stuff that arrived today. Once Dad and Fifth get back we need to sit and plan for who is going to what tryouts on Saturday morning and then again on Saturday afternoon. How does that sound to everyone?"
"Do you have a schedule for what's happening when Pops?" Vic asked.
"Yes, it was part of the packet they gave Dad and me when we were leaving the school. Oh, we paid all your tech and elective fees today as well."
Gunnar swam over near his father. "Dad, will I have a chance for some one-on-one time with you tomorrow?"
"Gee Gun, I'm not sure. Is this a continuation of our previous chat?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then I'll make time after dinner for the two of us in the office."
"Thanks, Dad. Tomorrow evening will be great."
"It's been a long day. I'm heading to bed. Farm Boy, are you coming, or are you going to splash around with the gang longer?
Clay splashed each of the six teens and headed for the swim-out. "I'm coming Chief." He got out of the pool and headed for the sliding glass doors.
Gunnar thought again, "Equal in life but Dom/sub in the bedroom."
Sean was tired. When he got to the master suite, he entered the bathroom and started the shower. He was just starting to lather shampoo into his hair when Farm Bot joined him.
"Room for two?"
Sean gave Clay an annoyed look. "We planned it so 4 could shower in here remember."
"So that's an affirmative. The former Steeler wrapped his arms around his husband and lifted him and repositioned him in the shower. Then he grabbed a luffa sponge, applied the body wash, knelt, and started scrubbing his Sir's feet. He eventually reached Sean's neck before moving the luffa to the Chief's ass crack scrubbing it clean. Sean then returned the favor starting with his boy's feet. When he reached Clay's ass though he only passed the sponge over the boy hole once before soaping his fingers and working them into the cavity. He concentrated his efforts on massaging the tender prostate. Farm Boy tried to force more of Sean's hand into his body by squatting slightly. Meanwhile, the former quarterback's cock strained in front of him leaking boy snot onto the water-drenched tiled floor.
Chief pulled his hand out of the gaping bussy of his husband. He knelt in front of Clay and took a bar of soap and soaped the gaping bussy. Next Chief soaped his right hand, wrist, and forearm to the elbow. He slowly inserted his hand back into Clay's rectum producing a grateful sigh from his lover. Using his left hand he pulled his husband's cock down and sucked the glans into his mouth, swirling his tongue under the foreskin and the sensitive glans. Farm Boy moaned and grabbed Sir's head pulling it toward his groin. Sean pulled back quickly and bit down on the dick in his mouth.
Clay released him immediately, "Sorry Sir."
Sean continued to work his lover's cock and ass. With his left hand, he reached up and pinched Reed's right nipple. Clay's dick spurted out a load cock snot. Sean opened his fist and wiggled his fingers inside Farm Bot's rectum. He alternated between working his clenched fist up and down and twisting the lower portion of the bowel and extending his hand, wiggling fingers and slowly impaling his boy onto his invading forearm.
Clay was breathing hard. His upper chest and neck were bright red with his sexual flush. He couldn't decide which he was enjoying more his nipple being tormented, his cock being teased or the hand playing inside his body. He leaned back against the shower wall and grabbed hold of the safety bar as his knees were beginning to shake.
Sean loved the velvety feel of Clay's ass as it caressed his hand. He moved slowly up through the rectum and his fingers felt for the rectosigmoid junction leading to the sigmoid colon itself. Chief knew not to go much further into his boy's body as the pleasure would turn to pain. He stopped at the mid-forearm. He had only taken it to the elbow once causing Clay to cry out, "Uncle!" He wouldn't do that again.
Farm Boy was panting now. His senses were approaching overload. Chief noticed the balls pulling up as they rubbed against his chin. He sucked more of his lover's cock into his mouth while beginning to piston his clenched fist in and out of the lower bowel. A final pinch of the right nipple sent Clay over the edge, and he emptied his balls into his Sir's waiting mouth in four heavy bursts of cum.
Chief released the spent cock from his mouth, licked his lips, and slowly withdrew his hand from the still spasming ass. Clay sank to the floor as his body continued to quake from multiple orgasms. "Thank you, S,...si...sir," he finally managed. His ass and prostate would keep firing off one orgasm after another for another 5 minutes as Clay gazed lovingly at Sean. "You certainly know what I need and when I need it, Chief." Clay's bladder unexpectantly released and a stream of piss flowed out of his body and into the shower drain.
"Well, that's new Farm Boy. You usually piss when I reach the end of your rectum and put pressure on the bladder."
"I know Sir, it just released on its own though."
"Add more Kegels to your daily routine."
"Yes Sir."
Sean took the soap and washed up his hands and scrubbed his fingernails again, He rinsed off and picked up the shower wand. He rinsed off Clayton's body. "Get on all fours."
"Sir, yes Sir."
Sean rinsed off Clay's back and then directed the spray towards the still gaping hole. After rinsing out Farm Boy's ass, Sean hung up the wand and turned off the water. He grabbed a towel and started drying himself.
Clay slowly stood on still quivering legs. Chief grabbed another towel and started drying his husband who was regaining his usual strength. "That was some orgasm, Sir. My legs felt as if they were made of puddy. My ass is still sending tiny quakes through my gut.
"We've been too consumed by your dad's illness, and this move to properly play. Remember when we could have sex 5 or 6 times a day? We really should try for once or twice a day now."
A shit-eating grin radiated from Clay's face, "I'm willing if you are."
"You're such a slut sometimes and a prude at others."
"But you love me nonetheless."
"Truer words were never spoken. Let's get our asses to bed." The couple hung up their towels and moved to their bed. They assumed their usual spoon positions and were soon fast asleep.
Downstairs the boys were raiding the refrigerator. They each fixed a sandwich for a late-night snack and poured a glass of milk to go with it. They sat naked at the table and talked about their day and the plans for the next two days. After cleaning up after themselves the foursome made their way upstairs to the corner bedroom and fell asleep.
Around 3 AM Gunnar work up. His cock was hard as nails. He realized AJ's dick was also hard and pressing into his thigh. He got up, tiptoed out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him. He padded down the stairs and into the powder room off the kitchen. He sat on the commode and started fisting his cock. Images of Bill's head being fucked onto his dick and how great it felt filled his brain. He began rubbing his nipples and lightly squeezing them. His dick was leaking cock snot profusely. He caught some on the fingers of his left hand and brought it to his mouth to taste. He could smell it on his fingers just before he sucked them dry. He recalled how Bill had smacked his lips and remarked how good his cock tasted. He increased the tempo of his fist sliding up and down his shaft as the cock snot continued to flow lubing his cock head and increasing the sensations firing through his body. He started pinching his nipples harder. Finally, with a shudder and a loud gasp, he shot 5 ropes of cum across the powder room floor and hit the vanity opposite the commode. He leaned back against the toilet tank and closed his eyes. He wondered when he could have sex again with Bill.
The closing of the bedroom door had produced a soft click that roused Fifth. He was sprouting a hard-on which was pressed firmly against his abs. He opened his sleeping bag and started jacking his cock. He pulled back his foreskin and flicked the sensitive glans a few times producing his boy juice before starting to work the top of his cock teasing at the head. He shuddered as the feelings of pleasure swept through his athletic body. He pictured a few of the different girls he had met from the teams at the restaurant and on his tour of the high school. He centered his thoughts on Fancy Lord and imagined him rubbing his cock between her full breasts until he shot and gifted her a pearl necklace of semen. As he shot his load in his fantasy, he shot his load all over his chest. Some even landed in his open mouth. He licked it from his lips and swallowed. He quickly headed into the bathroom and wiped himself up and rinsed his mouth. He had tasted his semen a few times when he first started producing it but hadn't done so lately. It seemed saltier than he remembered. Turning off the bathroom light he laid back down. He never noticed Gunnar was not in the room as AJ had sprawled across the bed. Fifth covered his body with the sleeping bag and was soon asleep.
Gunnar crept back into the bedroom a few moments later. He was unaware of Fifth's activities. All seemed like he had left it, except that AJ was on his side of the bed. Since AJ was sprawled on his back, Gunnar could see that his brother's cock was still hard as nails. Gunnar had a thought on how to get him to move over. Gun carefully maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He spat into the palm of his right hand. Ever so gently he skinned back the prepuce of AJ's dick and rubbed the spittal in his palm on the head. AJ pushed his hips up.
Gunnar smiled at the reaction. He had never touched any of his brothers' cocks soft or hard. He was excited and his dick swelled again. Using his fingertips he gently moved the foreskin of his brother's shaft up and down. AJ subconsciously moved his hips in time to the movement. Gunnar pulled up and stopped. AJ moved his body to get closer to the fingers teasing his dick head. Gun continued for a few more strokes and stopped again. His brother moved again. It took about seven tries to get AJ onto his side of the bed. Gunnar quickly laid down with his back to his brother and covered himself with the sheet,
AJ stirred from his slumber. He blinked a few times and realized he was in bed with Gunnar lying next to him. He also was aware his dick was hard as nails and wet. "I must have been having some sexy dream," he thought to himself. He pulled away from Gunnar a few inches and started jacking his cock. He grinned at the thought that he was masturbating in the same room while his brothers slept. He imagined fucking one of the female cadets he had met on his tour of the campus while she waved an American flag in one hand and the Army flag in the other. He froze as he felt Gunnar's foot touch his foot.
Gunnar whispered, "Looks like fun bro. Mind if I join in?"
"Sure," AJ whispered, "but keep it quiet so we don't wake the others."
The two brothers began jacking their cocks. Gunnar trying to match AJ's rhythm. AJ was lost in his fantasy when Gunnar once more interrupted him.
"Bro, I got a crazy idea."
"AJ whispered back, "What the fuck Gun. Can't we just get off!"
"Yeah we can, but how about I help you and you help me?" AJ was confused. Gunnar reached over with his left hand and grabbed his brother's cock and started jacking it. After a few strokes, AJ relaxed and let it happen. He reached over and grabbed Gunnar's dick and started jacking it as well. Both teens were getting into the action when they heard Erik cough. The two froze.
"Keep it up guys, I think it is hot!" Erik whispered huskily. "I'm about ready to shoot."
All three teens resumed jacking their cocks and fired off their loads with AJ going first followed by Erik and finally Gunnar. They quietly moved to the bathroom and using the washcloth Fifth had used earlier cleaned up their cocks and chests.
"We got to try the hands-on dick move again," Erik whispered. AJ and Gun both nodded their agreement before heading back into the bedroom and returning to sleep.