My apologies for the long delay between chapters. I will work on being more diligent!
Have fun, Harry
I smiled at the scene and thought. Hank has one wild and crazy and sexy family. Here was his brother fucking a friend of mine on my bed and not caring that his brother and his brother's lover were watching. I shook my head. `His brother's lover.' Wow, that was so awesome! And to think I had almost messed it up! I shook my head again. Had it really been less than 2 weeks since I met Hank?
Both Hank and I had slipped off our clothes after we entered, which was standard. I now sat with a raging boner, which was the norm for me and I noticed that Hank had one as well, which wasn't quite as normal. He tended to have better control that I did.
Bill smiled as he looked at us and said, ""Who's next?" He smacked Jimmy on the ass, "I don't think he could ever get enough!"
Jimmy smiled and said, "You bet my ass I can't!"
Bill looked at me and asked, "Did you get some good shots?" pointing to my camera.
"Yes, of the two of you and of your brother."
"I wanna see!" said Jimmy, always eager for porn.
"Why don't you let Kyle and I sort them out and then we'll give you a slide show tomorrow of all of them." He smiled and added, "And we can decide which ones we are going to sell on the internet."
Jimmy's grin broadened and Bill saw it. He smacked Jimmy's ass again and said, "Slut!"
Jimmy moved around and wiggled his ass, "That's me!" His hole glistened with a sheen of cum.
"Jimmy, sounds like they want to get rid of you for the evening," Bill said, "I am not sure if I am staying yet. I may have to knock on your door and bunk with you or Jared."
"Careful, Jared might want to ride that ass of yours!" Jimmy said, getting up and grabbing his clothes. He got them on and stopped at the door, "That is one fine brother you have there, Hank!" He waved to us and then left the room.
Bill looked at us and said, "I swear, he seduced me!"
"Oh, like you don't like riding a willing ass!" Hank said smiling his usual smile.
"Well, but he practically begged me to fuck him!" Bill pouted.
Hank laughed at that, moved over and patted Bill on the shoulder. It was amazing how similar they looked, except Hank's hair was just stubble compared to Bill's familiar patterns.
I was looking back and forth between them, my mind wandering down wild sexual scenarios. I could be fucked by one while sucking the other and it would like having Hank at both ends! Wow! What an image!
Bill broke my reverie by asking, "So, do I need to go share a bed with Jared or Jimmy and risk having my backside violated? Or do I stay here?"
"Yeah, like you would really worry about getting violated.' No, I'd like you to stay here. I haven't seen you for a bit and I would like Kyle, my little brother' to get to know some of his other brothers." He smiled again and continued, "So stay, please."
Bill smiled, reached over and squeezed my hard cock, "Yes, I would like to get to know my younger brother much better!"
I was shocked by him, but then realized I shouldn't be, he was just like Bill or rather Bill was like him. And Hank's frankness and unembarrassed attitudes were beginning to rub off on me. He watched my eyes and he fondled me.
And I was beginning to understand the signals that my cock was sending out overriding whatever rational thoughts I might have. I was going into that fog of lust and knew my cock was now in control. My little head was driving now as Hank would say.
Hank moved us all over to the bed and had Bill lay down. Then he instructed me to begin to explore Bill's body. Bill laid back, arms behind his head, closed his eyes and smiled. I closed my eyes and explored him with my nose, hands and occasionally, my tongue. It was amazing how similar he smelled to Hank. But there was an underlying spiciness that wasn't there on Hank. The musk, wood, clean and a bit of sweat all were just like Hank. And feeling the pattern of muscles and hair over his body was the same as Hank's.
I didn't focus on his crotch but continued down his legs to his feet. He then rolled over and I started back up. I paused at his ass, spreading his cheeks and smelled and tasted him. Again, so similar to Hank.
At his head he turned over again and I stopped at his mouth and kissed him. He slid his tongue into my mouth. I savored the taste and catalogued it along with all the other sensations. Finally, he released me and I traveled back down to his crotch.
Here there was the smell of Jimmy as well as Bill. I nuzzled into his crotch hair and inhaled getting as much of him as I could. I found his hair covered nuts and took one, then the other into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them.
As I came up to his hard cock, I felt another presence and opened my eyes a bit. Hank was there with me. We went to work on Bill's cock together. Between us we licked it like a lollipop, sucked and tried to swallow as much of him as we could. Hank could take all of it, burying his nose in Bill's pubes. I couldn't take that much. Yet, I added mentally. Sure that Hank would have me practicing!
Even his dick was the same size and texture as Hank's. Hank must think of this as sucking his own cock! I wondered about that and wanted to remember to ask him. But right now there were no words, only the moment and Bill's dick.
It seemed like hours that we worked, played and enjoyed Bill's cock. At one point, I think he took my cock and squeezed it, playing with my dick and balls. I could only moan around the cock in my mouth.
Hank began to work a bit more purposefully and Bill began to moan and squirm. It was interesting to watch his nuts draw up tight along side the base of his cock, so similar to Hank. I knew from experience with Hank that it meant things were drawing to a head. Quite literally!
Bill let out a groan that started deep in his chest and built. His body tensed and then the groan intensified and he began shooting into Hank's mouth. Hank took his mouth off and we watched cum spurt out and flow down his cock. Both Hank and I went back to licking up the flow, not letting any escape.
We kept this us until there was a "Ugnngh!" from Bill and he was trying to lift our heads off of him. He must be as sensitive as Hank after shooting. He was panting as Hank and I rose up to look at him. Hank ran a hand across his chest and I ran one down his legs.
"Feel good, brother?" Hank asked with his usual smile on his face.
"Fucking amazing! That is one hot little brother we have!" He was on his elbow looking at me. I was still getting used to being stared out while I was naked and not try to cover myself. But Hank kept telling me I was hot to look at. I was trying to believe him, but it was difficult.
Bill ran his hand up and down my inner thigh, driving me crazy! My cock jerked and twitched. "You told me he was always horny. I guess you weren't kidding!" he said as he held my balls in his hand. A long drool of precum leaked out and down my shaft. I moaned.
Hank laughed, "Sir Everhard, I call him. And yes, he just can't seem to get enough sex!"
"Well, I think he should lie back and let me explore him!" Bill said with a smile similar to Hank's.
I lay back quickly, arms behind my head and closed my eyes. Bill chuckled and I felt his breath on my neck and over to my arm pit. I wanted to cum and wanted to cum that moment! I didn't want to prolong this; I just wanted it to happen. I was ready!
But that wasn't to be the case. Bill began playing my body, turning me on and causing every muscle in my body to tense and seemed to become electrified as Bill moved over my body, smelling, licking and touching.
I kept arching my back trying to push my cock into something, anything to give me release.
I heard Hank's soft chuckles now and then at my frustration. Bill turned me over and performed his inspection along my backside. At my ass, he spent some time with my cheeks spread and his tongue at my hole. I was moaning by the time he finished.
He rolled me onto my back again and took hold of my cock. I bucked up into his hand. He said with a laugh in his voice, "Are you ready to cum?"
"YES!" I nearly screamed, my nerves taunt and my dick aching.
"What do you think, Hank, shall we make him wait or shall we go for it?"
"PLEASE!" I begged.
"What will you do for me if I let you cum right now?" Bill whispered into my ear.
"ANYTHING!" I knew that Hank had heard his question, but I felt that I would explode if they didn't bring me off soon.
"I'll remember that," Bill said as he gently took my cock between thumb and forefinger and began to stroke me softly, massaging in the precum making my dick even more sensitive.
I moaned more and thrashed wanting more friction.
But Bill obviously knew what he was doing because soon I felt that wonderful beginning of the rush. My back was arched as it overwhelmed me and I groaned long letting it build as I began to shoot. I felt the warm fluid land on my face, next and chest before I finished shooting.
Bill applied his mouth to my now oversensitive cock and I nearly jumped off the bed. I whimpered and pulled on his head and hand, trying to regain my over stimulated organ back from him. My eyes were now open, wide, and focused on Bill.
He removed his mouth, smacked his lips and chuckled, "Did that feel good?"
Hank chuckled, "I think that is obvious, but he is even more sensitive after cumming than I am!" He smiled, reached over and ruffled my head, "I think you might have caused his brain to reboot!"
I was panting and trembling from the release. I sank back into the bed and tried to let the tension out of my limbs. "At the very least, you restarted my brain back to reality." I drew in another breath, "I lose touch with it when the little guy starts taking over."
Bill eyes filled with laughter, he scooped up some of my cum from my forehead and put it on my lips until I opened my mouth. Then he put his finger inside and I sucked it clean. Then he took another dollop and licked it clean. "Yummmm, what's that Chinese dish you are always talking about, Hank? Cum of some young boy?"
Bill wiped up more and put it in Hank's mouth. Hank swallowed and said, "Yeah, nothing better!"
We stayed in that arrangement for another minute while I breathing and pulse came back to a more normal pace. Then Bill asked, "So how was your session today?"
I thought back and realized so much had happened since we left the room. I rose up on my elbows and began to relate everything that had occurred. Hank helped me and corrected me a couple of times.
We moved around to more comfortable positions, talking and sharing. Bill listened in through it all, asking questions where he needed clarification. When we finished he shared some of the things he had gone through in his life as he "came out" to the world.
Of course, I knew how supportive his family was from all that Hank had told me. He talked about how great it was to bring boyfriends over and having them received so warmly into his parent's home.
While he talked and shared, my mind wandered off as I thought and wondered what my Mother's reaction would be if I told her. I amended that with a deep breath and thought WHEN I tell her.
Hank must have sensed something because he said, "What?" interrupting Bill.
"Nothing," I said, lying.
I guess he really is getting to know me because he said, "No, tell me what is going through that strange mind you have?"
I gave him a quizzical look at that comment, took a deep breath and said, weakly, "Just wondering how my Mom is going to take all of this. And when and how I am going to tell her."
"So you want to invite her up for the weekend and we can go out to dinner and talk with her. Parents are always great for taking poor starving students out to dinner."
Panic washed over me, but I stopped before commenting trying to remember everything Marshall had told me. I took a deep breath. "Hank, let me think about this. Don't push me on this. You got me all panicky just mentioning that."
"Sorry, little brother. I sometimes forget that not all parents are like ours. I just want you to know that I will help you with this anyway I can. And while it won't make a big difference to my parents, I need to let them know about you and how I feel about you."
That caused even more emotions to flow through me. That he would share how he felt about me with his family made me feel very much cared about, but it also made me think about how timid I was being about sharing the same feelings with mine. He always did that to me. Most of his statements from the heart tended to send conflicting emotions and thoughts racing around my brain.
Bill sat patiently while we had this conversation. Hank paused, looked pensive and then told Bill. "There is only his Mom and Kyle tells me she is not big on making decisions and is a bit of recluse. So he is not sure how she is going to take all this."
Then Hank smiled and said good naturedly, "And Kyle is always concerned about what other people are going to think about everything. Sometimes, I think, even which toothpaste he should use." He was trying to lighten the mood I know, but it still made my heart race when I thought of telling someone, or letting someone see what I felt or liked.
Marshall had talked about working with me on getting over my feelings of always being judged by everyone. I looked forward to working with him on that.
Bill said, "All I can say is, I find it hard to believe that any parent wouldn't continue to love their child just because of their lifestyle." I started to say something but he continued on, "I know it happens. Believe me, I have heard the stories, but I believe they have to be the minority."
He shook his head, "I know one girl, from Texas, who told her parents. They packed all her stuff into the car she had rebuilt from the ground up, rolled it out into the pasture and set it on fire."
That made my stomach clinch up and my asshole pucker thinking of that possibility. My palms started to sweat and my pulse began pounding in my ears.
I struggled to say, "Bill, that doesn't help." I fought the urge to cry and also to keep my teeth from chattering.
He saw the look on my face and moved over, hugged me and said, "I am sorry. That was very insensitive!" He squeezed me tightly until I responded and gave him a hug.
He moved back and Hank said, "Let's look at those pics!" changing the subject. We moved over to the computer. I hooked up the camera and the download process began.
Once they were downloaded, I began to flip them pic by pic. Bill was very enthusiastic in his praise of my project pictures. I liked them as well, some of them turned out really good. I was looking forward to doing some digital work on them.
When the shots of Hank jerking off came up Bill said, "He always did like playing with that thing!"
"Yeah, well you always seemed to enjoy watching!" Hank commented with a chuckle.
"Well, it is almost like watching yourself when I watch you," Bill shot back.
"What was it like having Hank as a younger brother," I asked.
"He is the biggest exhibitionist of all of us. I mean, as you probably know, our house is pretty open minded and jerking off was never discouraged, in fact, just the opposite. So we would come upon him in various parts of the house jerking away." Bill said smiling. "One time he was sitting on the back porch, naked and jerking away. Dad thought the neighbors might complain, but Hank said, No, Mr. Thompson, in the house behind us, he keeps giving me the thumbs up when he looks out his window and sees me.' Dad roared laughing at that and said, I bet he does.' Evidently, Mr. Thompson is gay as well."
Bill looked at Hank and added, "And he always wanted to do what his older brothers were doing. He was trying to jerk off and cum before he had anything to shoot or even hair around his dick. He just saw his other brothers doing it and they looked like they were having fun so he wanted to join in."
Bill went back to looking at the screen on the computer. "Wow, you can sell those and make a lot of money! Those are hot!" he said seeing the pictures of Hank and I and then the pictures of he and Jimmy.
Hank agreed and set about putting them up for bid. Once again I had that irrational panic wash over me. What if someone I knew saw me in those pictures? What would they think? I started hyperventilating and Hank noticed it.
He must have sensed or knew the issue. "Do you want us to block out your face in the pics?" he asked.
I said nothing as I tried to think about what Marshall had told me today, but nothing he said, or at least that I remembered him saying covered this situation.
Hank continued on, "I will if you feel more comfortable about it, but Bill's, Jimmy's and my face will be there for anyone to see. Look, most of the time the guy buying these pics doesn't want anyone else knowing he bought them, so he isn't likely to share them with someone else. And it isn't like we are posting your name and phone number, or even your email address."
The thought of that sent another wave of panic over me. I guess I wasn't as comfortable as I wanted to be with my lifestyle, as Hank would call it, as I thought I was. I thought for a bit more about it, biting my lip.
Hank finally said, "Look we can just not include any pics that are of you. I am sure we can still get a great deal of money for them." He smiled his usual disarming smile.
I thought again and finally said, "Look, you have already posted pictures of me with a jock on my face, covered in cum and various assorted other "pervert" (I made the quotation mark gesture with my hands and Hank smiled a bit more) shots, so I guess I shouldn't balk now."
That was very difficult to say. I had to really put my words together to make it come out at all. Before, Hank had just done it pretty much without asking my permission. Now I was giving my approval to this. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as Hank began putting together a sampling to post on the auction site.
When he finished, he showed me some of the other items. Guys were selling cum filled condoms, piss soaked underwear, cum rags and even private phone calls. I wondered what that that would be like, having anonymous phone sex with someone.
I asked Hank if he had ever done that. He smiled, nodded and said, "Yeah, a couple of times. I remember one time, I was really craving some piss stories, so I asked the guy if he was into water sports and he answered, `Yes, I like to water-ski now and then.' I nearly dropped the phone trying to hang up before I started laughing."
He shook his head remembering it. Then he said, "But I did have a couple of wild sessions on the phone with some guy who wanted me to tell him what to do." He smiled and said, "And even though I was unaccustomed to giving orders," both Bill and I snickered at that, "I went with it."
He looked at us a bit sheepishly, "I began to picture what he was doing as he described to me what he was doing in response to my directions."
I leaned forward, "Like what? What did you tell him to do?" I asked eagerly
Hank laughed and pointed out to Bill that my cock was starting to rise again. "Sir Everhard at attention, again!" Hank smiled and rubbed my head before continuing, "I had him fingering his hole. Licking a finger and inserting into his hole and wiggling it around. Then I had him take it out, lick it again and put two fingers in. He kept telling what he was doing and how he felt and how it tasted. He finally got 3 fingers into his hole and he was dripping and moaning."
"Wow!" I said rushing to that sexual arena where nothing else mattered.
"Come on, little brother and big brother, we need to get to bed." He looked at Bill and then me. "Since we have the bed pushed together already, let's put Kyle between us and have a little brother sandwich."
Bill said, "I get back!" and I laughed at his boldness. But I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he and Hank were brothers.
Hank put the computers on standby and we all went in to the toilet together. Bill and Hank on either side of me, both with their hands in the small of my back, were waiting for me to start. Of course, now that they had gotten me hot, it was more difficult to get a flow going.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I heard water running and realized that Bill had turned on the water for me. It seemed to do the trick because I was soon pissing a steady stream into the toilet, to be followed shortly by Bill and Hank. We played light-sabers with our streams and laughed.
When we finished, we washed up, brushed our teeth and climbed into bed; Bill on the back spooning against my back, then me and then Hank in front of me. I smiled.
Wow! What could be better sandwiched between two hot guys! As my cock swelled at the mental image it nestled right into Hank's crack. Man that felt good!
I closed my eyes as Bill draped one arm over me and I draped one over Hank. I smiled to myself and as usual began running through the events of the day. Once again things had changed dramatically within 24 hours!
Just as I was slipping into sleep, I suddenly wondered who had used my camera and taken pictures of Hank and I? I fought down my panic and figured it was probably Jim and there wasn't much he hadn't seen before. I smiled again and drifted off thinking of Hank letting me fuck him. Wow!
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Have fun
Harry