DISCLAIMER:
This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
LOOK, NO HANDS!!
"How long did you say it has been?" Phil asked incredulously and again my friend gasped with astonishment when I told him and then he added, "Ten days without a wank!! You must be full of cum!!"
It had been a long time and my balls were indeed bursting. It had all begun the previous week when I was out sailing with Phil's older brother and my best friend, Matt. Nobody is quite sure what happened but suffice to say Matt managed to get concussed and I ended up with a broken right wrist and several dislocated fingers on my left hand. I was recovering nicely but for several days, both hands had been out of action and I had had to rely on others to do the simplest tasks like feeding, going to the toilet and getting dressed. It was my first day out and about and I had naturally gone round to Phil and Matt's house. My best friend was out but, even more fortunately Phil was not and we were now up in his bedroom.
After I had answered his enquiry for the third time, Phil had said that we should solve my problem and he helped me upstairs and out of my clothes and onto his bed. At this moment, I was naked, my cock rock hard and drenched in baby oil as my best friend's brother gently worked his hand up and down the well-lubricated shaft. I groaned with pleasure and anticipation as Phil developed an effective rhythm before he leaned forward and kissed my swollen balls, which brought a further moan of delight from my lips. I had not cum for ten days and knew that if Phil kept this up it would be less than ten seconds before I was spraying all that ball cream and covering him with it.
I very much wanted to return the favour but I still had difficulty with my hands but my mouth was as ever willing to take whatever Phil had to offer, but today he was not making himself available, well not just yet!!
It might seem strange that Phil and I were having sex together when Matt was my best friend and in some ways it was. I had known the older brother all my life. We had grown up and done everything together from our earliest days. As kids, Matt and I were inseparable and to say that I knew everything about him and he about me was an understatement. We knew every inch of each other's body and had seen each other naked so often neither of us really noticed it any more. Matt was athletic and strong, I was average at sports but we liked to much about, go camping in a nearby wood and generally do things that boys of our age, growing up on the fringe of the countryside in rural England would always do if we could. Because he was two years younger than me and Matt, Phil was always at the periphery of our circle and that gap grew wider as we hit puberty. The younger brother was intelligent and bookish and rarely liked the more robust country pursuits that Matt and I engaged in. Certainly after we reached about twelve years old and `camping' became a euphemism for a chance to be alone together, check each other out and end up with a wank fest, the idea of having a younger brother tagging along was not very appealing. At first Matt and I would just lie on our sleeping bags, measure our cocks and then wank ourselves and see who shot first or who shot farthest, but gradually we moved on to mutual masturbation, which was, for me, much more fun.
The first thing I had noticed about Matt was that, unlike me, he had a large fold of skin that covered the head of his cock. Mine was completely exposed and looked different and felt different too. As we got older, Matt was able to roll the skin easily off the head of his dick and often wanked off with the head exposed but he never needed lubricant, whereas mine hurt if I wanked too hard without using something like baby oil on it.
As the months went by we went on exploring each other. I was fascinated by Matt's flap of skin that felt so soft and strange and yet possessed magical powers to cover and uncover the sensitive glans beneath. Matt seemed to like the velvety feel of my cut head and marvelled at the fact that he could still make me cum even without a foreskin to stimulate and lubricate the process.
Although Matt and I never stopped playing with each other's cocks, as the years went by we never went any further. I had heard about cock sucking and would have liked to try it but the one time I suggested it, Matt had been vehemently opposed and I never raised the subject again with him. In addition, when we discussed our wank fantasies, I noticed that my best friend began to refer increasingly to relationships with girls, whereas my idea of a good time still centred on sex with guys. Of course, I went along with Matt and pretended that I too fancied sex with several of the girls from school or the village but I never did anything to make it happen, Matt, on the other hand, got himself a girlfriend and our nights of sexual passion decreased but never quite stopped. His excuse was that Mandy never completely satisfied his sexual appetite and he needed a good wank every now and again to relieve his sexual tension. I was more than happy to be there when he wanted to do so!
Looking back I rather suspect that Phil had always known why his big brother and I would go out `camping' in the woods, but he never let on and never asked to come with us on one of our expeditions. If truth were told, I hardly noticed the fact that like us Matt's brother was now a teenager full of testosterone and hormones. Well, that is not until one day about a year ago.
It was during the summer holidays and usually Matt and I would be off out and about somewhere on our bikes, in town hanging around or if we were adventurous in the woods hiking and exploring. However, on this particular day my best friend had gone off for a two-hour driving lesson, which somewhat typically he had forgotten to tell me about it. I arrived at Matt's house and thought at first that there was nobody at home. However, I went into the back garden and found that the backdoor was open so I went in to check that all was well and they hadn't suffered a burglary. Inside, I found Phil sitting in semi-darkness in the downstairs study in front of his computer. As I got nearer, he heard me and tried desperately to close down the web site that he was viewing, but Phil was not quick enough and I got to see what he was looking at. I was amazed, not only was it a porn site but it was a gay porn site at that! For the first time I realised how grown up Phil was and I also noticed that his shorts were well filled by a large erection that was tenting the front. I grinned at my best friend's brother and said,
"Don't close the computer down on my account. The photos on the screen look really interesting!!"
Phil's face changed from a look of embarrassment to one of relief and I emphasised the point I had just made by moving closer to him in order to get a better view. As I stood beside his chair I looked down at the bulging crotch and then said,
"It looks as though you found these pictures interesting and exciting, too!!"
Phil blushed and tried to cover his hard-on with his hand, but, with a shiver of excitement running through me, I got there first and touched his hard flesh through his shorts and heard him give out a sigh. After a few seconds, Phil turned and said quietly,
"Not here! Let's go up to my room. Matt won't be back for a while as he's off having a driving lesson but Mum could come in at any time. If we're upstairs, we'll hear her car and still have time to tidy ourselves before we see her!"
I nodded and followed Matt's younger brother upstairs. From my brief feel, Matt's dick seemed to be slightly smaller than his brother's, but a good size nevertheless. As IU had been fondling Matt, I felt my own prick harden and it was at full strength by the time we approached Phil's room and went inside. Phil shut the door tightly and then turned towards me. Having seen Matt so often I thought I knew what to expect, but as I had not had much experience with other people, the excitement of feeling and playing with another teen's cock was still great. I reached forward and cupped the younger brother's crotch in my hand and was delighted when he did the same to me. I unzipped Phil's shorts and allowed them to fall to the ground so that he was standing in only his Y-fronts, which I could see were well filled. I slid my fingers inside and made contact with his furry balls as Phil removed my jeans and waited as I stepped out of them. We each removed out T-shirts and now we both standing in our underwear. I wanted to spend a few moments exploring his young body, but Phil could not wait any longer and pulled my boxers down to reveal my raging erection. He grinned widely as he grasped the cock shaft and gently felt its length and then squeezed the spongy head very gently with his fingers. As he did so, he whispered,
"Mmm, nice, very nice indeed!! Just as good if not better than the pictures on the computer and the real thing too!!"
I was in heaven but I wanted to return the favour so I pulled Phil's Y-fronts out and down off the bulging crotch and watched as the cock inside twanged back and slapped Phil's stomach. As I looked closely I realised that there was something about the dick in front of me that I had not expected. Unlike his brother, Matt, Phil was cut!! I later discovered that this had occurred when the younger brother was very small because of a medical condition, but at the time I was surprised that in the same family two brothers could have pricks that looked so different. I must have looked surprised because Phil's face took on an expression of concern, but I quickly recovered and said,
"Wow!! This is a real beauty Phil!! I agree with you, the real thing is so much better than the internet picture you were looking at!!"
Phil's was the first cut cock that I ever had the pleasure of examining closely apart from my own that is. One thing I noted was that my dick was a darker colour than Phil's and had far less skin left on it, my glans seemed to be an extension of the rest of the shaft. Phil on the other hand had a dick with a pinkish head and a small amount of bunched skin just below the ridge. In some respects, Phil's cock looked similar to his brother's in terms of colour, only cut. It suddenly dawned on me how many different shapes, sizes and colours of cock there must be and how exciting it would be to encounter such a wide range. That afternoon, Phil and I spent a happy hour discovering each other up in his bedroom and we able to bring each other to orgasm just before his mother returned to the house.
Over the weeks that followed, at no time did either brother mention the other and I was pleased that I was having sex with each of them, although aware that I was satisfying different needs in each case. I was able to continue to help Matt out with his desires when Mandy had failed to satisfy him and at the same time was able to develop a relationship with his younger brother that satisfied my interests and his a lot better. Unlike his older brother, Phil had no qualms about oral sex and we quickly moved on to making that out chosen means of reaching sexual fulfilment. After a while, we even tried anal penetration but I was not that keen and found it rather painful, although Phil was happy to allow me to enter him if he or I had the urge to do so.
So, that was why I was now in Phil's bedroom, naked and being given his finest treatment. I knew that he would not resist for long the temptation to suck my flared prick head into his mouth and I was not disappointed. I felt his mouth move slowly up from kissing my enlarged balls, up the sensitive underside of my hard shaft and over the ridge of my exposed glans before Phil's tongue finally stopped to tease my piss slit. I was leaking pre-cum quite liberally by now and my partner was lapping up every last drop and mixing it with his saliva as he engulfed my expanding glans inside his warm mouth. I moaned delightedly and started to thrust up pushing my shaft deeper into the recess of Phil's throat. I watched as the younger teen's head bobbed enthusiastically up and down my straining cock and was pleased to note that, at last, Phil had reached inside his bulging jeans and liberated his own rock hard prick, which he was wanking in time to his nodding head movements. I tried unsuccessfully to manoeuvre myself into a position in which I could take Phil's pre-cum leaking cock into my mouth but without the effective use of my hands it was impossible. Phil noticed my attempt but did nothing to help as he was determined that I should have his full attention and needed his special care. Indeed, if anything he moved himself further away from me and concentrated on bringing me to full satisfaction.
I knew I was getting close and Phil was also not far behind me. We had been with each other so many times by now that we both knew the telltale signs. My breathing became ragged, the ache in my balls was approaching the unbearable stage and then a wonderful tingle of relief began to build and I felt my prick shaft twitch and swell as ball cream began to surge up towards my expanded piss slit. Phil could tell I was about to cum and he gripped my cock tightly with his lips and waited until the first pulse rocketed spunk out and hard against the roof of his mouth. I screamed with pleasure and relief as the younger teen took my cum down his throat,
"Oh yes!! Oh fuck yes!! Oh yes, I needed that!! Thanks, Phil!!!"
The first blast was then followed by a series of equally strong jets as the accumulated spunk from my ten-day drought was lifted and the pent up jizz gained its release. I was amazed that Phil was able to cope with so much cum but he swallowed all but a few drops without gagging. Even the small amount that escaped the first time was quickly slurped up by my young partner who by now was also about to add his own spunky tribute by shooting all over my chest. Still gripping my softening and increasingly sensitive dick between his lips, Phil moved so that I could clearly see his red and angry piss slit expand as it prepared to shoot. With a loud gasp my young partner fired three strong volleys of spunk onto my naked body and then, finally letting my prick slip from his lips Phil fell forward on top of me trapping the slimy creamy between us and spreading it around our bodies.
We lay in this position for several minutes before we were able to speak or breathe normally again and then we heard a car in the drive and, with Phil's expert help, I got dressed again and was sitting downstairs before the rest of the family were in the house. Matt and Phil's mum saw me and said,
"I hope you haven't been waiting long. I'll give Matt a piece of my mind when he gets back from wherever he's gone, he really should have told you he was going out. Did he know you were coming today? Was Phil in? I hope he entertained you properly if he was!!"
"To be fair, I don't think I told Matt I was coming over today so don't blame him", I replied, "and in any case, yes Phil looked after me very well, very well indeed!"
Just at that moment Phil appeared in the door and, as his mum bustled around the kitchen making some tea, he and I exchanged a knowing glance.
THE END
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