This is a story containing sexual acts between consenting males.If you are underage, or if this sort of material is in any way illegal where you live, then turn back now! This story is, in its entirety, a work of FICTION. While the characters do exist, this FICTICIOUS work is in no way meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the characters. All members of The Moffatts and those people in their immediate universe are, unless we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals. Sorry, guys! :) Enjoy the story!
Moffatts In Heat
It was another long afternoon for the four teenage studs known as The Moffatts. After reinventing their musical style and finding substantial success overseas, the band of Canadian brothers returned to the USA, looking to rocket to success like several boy groups before them. Instead, they found that while they had certainly developed in the looks department since their kiddie days, the music still wasn't flying off the shelves.
On this October day the boys found themselves waiting in their dressing rooms at yet another shopping mall, scheduled to play a few songs in front of Sam Goody's that night, getting paid bubkas besides a mild shot of publicity. Thirty days, fourty malls. Not a single arena. What town were they in now? Gooberville? Yokelsburg? They all agreed: the daily grind of a B-list band sucked. At least this particular mall was used to celebrity appearances, and had given each brother his own dressing room. That was about all The Moffatts could reasonably hope for.
Clint Moffatt was certainly taking advantage of his privacy. The latest copy of a teen magazine had fallen into his hands earlier that morning, featuring steamy shots of he and his brothers in a recent beachside photo shoot. Now, Clint was doing exactly what he had done the minute that photo shoot had ended: getting himself off with amazing skill. The tall teen with a chic blonde buzzcut was bare ass naked, his tan, toned swimmers build curled up on the carpet of the dressing room floor, the magazine photos right beside him. He was lying on his back, long legs flung over his head, tight buns sticking up in the air. Clint was sucking his own cock.
Clint knew that it was the rare guy that could suck himself off, but it had come fairly naturally for him. He may have been born as a triplet, along with his brothers Bob and Dave, but as soon as puberty set in, Clint realized he had not been born on the short end of the stick, if you catch the drift. His developing dick was respectably thick and incredibly long - a foot, Clint had guessed, with perhaps a few inches left to develop in the years ahead. Real porno star material.
By the time he got around to jerking off for the first time, Clint had been having funny feelings about cute guys for a couple of years. Living in the same house with three of them - and in the same ROOM with one of them - didn't help quench his confusing lust. Whenever he'd see long-maned Bob stepping out of the shower, or exhibitionist Scott walking to the family pool in a Speedo, Clint would run to his room, for fear of his brothers mocking his massive hard-on. Pretty soon, he discovered that rubbing the aching prick long enough not only made the embarrassing bulge go away, but brought about the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. He started whacking off every night, quietly fisting himself under the covers so he didn't wake up Dave, who slept in an identical twin bed several feet away. Some nights, he had the urge to deliver a wake-up call. Why not go over and rub my monster all over his cute little face, Clint thought. But he forced himself to forget the idea - to forget about EVER coming on to his brothers. If it ever backfired, it would signal the destruction of the band - and the family.
One afternoon, home with a fever and everyone else out at the supermarket (he always felt those trips were about being seen by local girls more than about getting food), Clint decided to do something he never could before: jerk off on the living room couch. He stripped, popped one of the band's videos in the VCR and focused on the images of his brothers. He cock reached full mast quickly and, feeling especially kinky by being in the normally public room, Clint tilted his head back, moaning and licking his lips. THAT was when the thought occurred to him. He looked down at his beautiful dong, bent his head forward and the rest is history. Within days, Clint could fit five inches of his manhood in his own mouth from virtually any angle. Some nights, he blew himself in the presence of the sleeping Dave, working up a sweat picturing all of his brothers' soft lips on his sweet cock, feeling his own cum coat his gums. Nothing tasted any better to Clint than homemade boy milk.
Now, crazy with horniness on the dressing room floor, Clint sucked down hard on his meat, pushing his legs back further and further, trying to get six, maybe seven inches between his teeth. Clint focused his eyes on his wet shaft, working to swallow it to his limit, bathe it in boiling hot spit and release all but an inch to catch a breath before plunging his hips downward again and again. Beads of sweat dripped down from Clint's dangling balls and coated his cheeks, making the young guitar master moan from the nastiness of it all. Every once in awhile he looked over at the magazine, the photos of the brothers in bathing suits, Bob riding piggy back on Clint, Dave on Scott's back. Clint felt a rush of fantasy, focusing heavy suction on his cockhead as he remembered how he wished Bob would pull his suit down and pop his cherry right there on the beach. He reached a hand around to his ass, one finger slowly pushing into his virginal hole, the rest of the hand pushing down as hard as Clint could, grinding his crotch even more towards his waiting mouth. He loved being hung and horny. He wanted to taste more of it. All of it.
Clint's contented moan was low enough to hear a door open. He froze in place. No reason to move. Whoever it was, he was busted. But what door? HOW? He'd locked the door!
"Whoa! Sucking your cock again, huh Clint?"
Clint tilted his head to the right, in the direction of the familiar voice. He was shocked, yet still in enough of a sexual trance to only let a couple of inches of dick slip out of his mouth. It was his brother Dave. He had entered from a door on the side wall, adjoining the two boys' dressing rooms. Clint had locked the door to the HALLWAY, and thought nothing of the other door. It was akin to the kind that connects two hotel rooms. THOSE doors are usually always locked. Apparently, not in Gooberville.
Clint lazily kicked into action, withdrawing his meat from his mouth with a lip-smacking pop, and slowly lowering his legs to a more natural but just as embarrassing spread eagle position. Clint's cock hadn't softened in the least, thanks to Dave's enticing outfit. The short kid with a messy mop of trimmed black hair may not have been the most attractive in the band, but his upper body had some impressive development, all of which was on display to Clint. Dave was shirtless, holding a towel and wearing only a pair of electric blue nylon shorts. A small but detectable bulge was forming. Clint smelled promise in the air.
"Wha......what do you mean, sucking my cock AGAIN?" Clint's question came out in a low, raspy voice. The oral exercise he'd been doing wasn't exactly designed to strengthen his vocal cords.
"Oh, come ON," Dave said, acting surprisingly suave. "You think I'm really that much of a sound sleeper, Clint? You think I really thought it was your ARM that flew out and broke the lamp on our nightstand that one time, and not your legs? You were kicking out to fit more in your mouth. I'm surprised you don't start sucking on the microphone, just out of habit."
Clint rolled his eyes at the absurdity of it all, but he quickly re-focused on Dave. Try as he might, he couldn't stop staring at the nylon-covered lump, getting bigger by the second. He wanted to extend an invitation for Dave to join the fun right then and there, but he knew he had to sustain the role of a pissed off sibling.
"What the fuck did you come in here for anyway," he snapped at the laughing boy.
"Well, I WAS coming to get your shampoo. There's a tub in the bathroom across the hall, and I could use a long, HOT shower." Dave saw that Clint was zeroed in on his crotch and nothing else. He wasn't even sure his nude, rock hard brother even heard what he was saying. The situation was too exciting for Dave not to flow with it. He lowered his right hand and gripped his tubesteak through his shorts, clearly outlining how Clint had made him feel. "But you made something else get real long and hot. You wanna see?"
Clint nodded upwards, licking his lips at the thought. He continued to lay there, slowly fisting his cock and looking up in worship at Dave. The boy dropped his towel to the floor and turned from Clint, slowly lowering his shorts to reveal a delighfully curvy bubble butt. Dave shook his soft tush in Clint's direction for a few seconds while he quickly coaxed his cock to full attention. He turned back to his overcome brother, flinging his arms out to his sides to let Clint eye up all of him.
"Well, bro," Dave said, "it's not the size of Texas, like yours, but I see some family resemblance. What do you think?"
Clint nodded, wide eyed in agreement. Dave had quite a package. It was only seven or eight inches, but had a cockhead pointing upwards like a thick, angry bullet. Clint could only imagine the things a fuckstick like that could do to an ass, but he didn't want to just imagine any longer. He extended a beckoning finger to Dave.
"Come here," he whispered. Dave didn't know what Clint had in mind, but he was sure he was going to love it anyway. He grinned widely and tugged one more time on his shaft before walking over and kneeling down next to Clint. He leaned over to kiss the blonde cocksman, lips and tongues intertwining in a ritual driven on pure animal instinct. Brotherly love had completely given way to brotherly lust. Clint broke the kiss and pulled his legs over his head once more.
"Fuck me, Dave," he begged. "I want you to fuck me so bad."
"You got it, bro," Dave said, a bit stunned at the rapid pace of things but thrilled nonetheless. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk around the stage tonight."
"Oh yeah," Clint moaned. "Harder than that. Fuck me so I can't stand at all."
"Ooooooh yeah, such a bad boy," Dave giggled. He leaned in for one more kiss and then put his fingers in Clint's mouth. Clint tasted them for a long time, coating each one with enough saliva for Dave to slather onto his ready ramrod. It was wet enough to open him up, but Clint knew it wouldn't be a completely smooth slamming. He didn't want it to be.
Dave positioned himself between Clint's hoisted legs, spreading them out to the max so he could see the tight pink passage in all its glory. He hocked a wad of spit down onto it and spread it around with a couple of fingers, teasingly sliding the tips of two fingers inside the rim. Clint grunted and wriggled about, his back burning against the carpet, his butt hoisted even higher for Dave to aim at.
"Fuckin' do it already, Dave. Screw that ass."
Dave pulled one knee off the floor to insure his cock met with Clint's elevated ass, and pushed the angry cockhead against the resilliant hole. Both boys moaned as the head broke through. Clint smiled and drank it all in. Dave always looked small enough to be his baby brother, but now his shoulders looked so broad, his chest flexing in and out to support his thrusting. Clint felt so right. He threw his head back and let a loud groan escape when he felt the slight burning of Dave's first four inches inside of him. The cock expanded and contracted within Clint's passage. He was feeling Dave's pulse beat inside of him. Totally awesome, he thought.
Dave stopped entering when he had all but about an inch inside. He wiggled back and forth, wanting to trigger every nerve in Clint's prostate gland. The sensations made the feel of his own cock at the back of his throat seem like child's play.
"You ready to rock?" Dave was understandably anxious for further fireworks.
"Ugh! Stop teasing and FUCK ME!!" Dave didn't need any more encouragement. He began to ram his manhood at full steam into Clint's tight boy pussy. He jammed it all the way in, then pulled out just far enough for the ridge of his bullet-shaped head to exit Clint's ass. Then he took a deep breath and pushed it deep down again. And again. And again.
"Oh, Christ! Shit, that's good! Tear it up, D!" Clint's legs were dangling overhead once again, as was something else large and dripping that he just had to take care of. "Unbe-fucking-lieveable! I'll suck me while you....UGH....fuck me! Mmmmmmmm..." Dave watched as Clint managed to suck three inches of his mammoth joystick into his own mouth once more. Dave's thrusting was creating a second-hand rhythm for Clint's hips. It was almost as if he really was blowing somebody else, but the sweet truth was that it was all Clint. Dave squealed at the sight and continued plugging away, sweat dripping from his hair, down his back and between the crack of his luscious, thrusting asscheeks.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
It was now Dave's turn to freeze at the sound of an unexpected voice. Clint couldn't have cared less at this point. He kept sucking away. He WOULD blow his wad soon, damn it!
"Ummmmm. Bob. Scott." Dave nervously greeted his brothers. All of the adjoining dressing room doors were open behind them. Dave could see all the way down to the end, inside Scott's room, where the pair's curiousity as to where those groans were coming from obviously started.
"Ummmmm," Scott imitated Dave. "Faggot. Super-Cocksucking-Man." Bob chuckled at the sarcasm. The tall boy with the long brown hair and his older brother with the not-quite-as-long blonde dye job both wore white t-shirts, ripped jeans and amused grins.
Dave was busily trying to avoid feeling mortified, but Clint knew what to do. He kept up his self-sucking, keeping as much of an eye on Scott and Bob as possible. He pushed his ass back and forth against Dave's paralyzed rod, trying to let his lover know what to do. Eventually, the message got through. Dave saw inevitable tents form in the jeans below Bob and Scott's smartass smiles, and he proceeded to defend their fuckfest with confidence.
"C'mon, you guys," he said. "I'm not blind. I can see your dicks like what they see. There's plenty to go around."
"No fucking way," Scott said, and began to turn back to his room. Bob, however, jumped in, grabbing a handful of Scott's ass before he could leave.
"Why not, Scott?" The oldest brother seemed surprised by Bob's question, but also secretly relieved that he wasn't the only one who wanted in on the pleasure. Bob quickly unbuckled and dropped his jeans, leaving him to fondle his cock through his moist Calvins. He pointed to Clint's tool and smiled. "I mean, LOOK at that cock, Scott. I'll let you have it. It's yours." He grabbed Scott's jeans-covered bulge and gave him a pleading look. Scott smiled wickedly, pushed Bob's hand away, and took his jeans off. Ever the rebel, he wasn't wearing any underwear, his thick seven incher flopping in the breeze.
"Fuck that," Scott replied as he took off his shirt, revealing the most developed bod of the four. "You take Clint. He'll be Bob's Big Boy!"
"Fuck! My pleasure," Bob agreed, pulling his briefs down to reveal a pretty eight inches of cock meat. None of the Moffatts were lacking in the dick department, that's for sure.
"No," Scott continued, walking over to the boy who'd continued his exploring of Clint's insides. "I wanna be inside that hot mouth of yours, Davy."
"Mmmmmm, good," Dave said. "I like 'em thick." He wasted no time. As soon as Scott stood before him, he took ahold of the large salami, looked up at Scott as he gave the head a glancing lick, then dove down on the veiny shaft for all he was worth, feeling his lips stretch out to accomodate the salty meat.
"God, I want you Bobby," Clint said, pulling off of Dave's prick to change position. "I've wanted to taste you more than anyone for sooooo long."
"Shit, same here," Bob said. "We'll never be bored on the road again." The two laughed and Clint got on all fours, allowing Dave to do him doggie style. Bob lay down on the floor, his face directly underneath Clint's horsecock. Clint moved quickly into the 69 position, engulfing most of Bob's prick with one swallow. Bob had a little trouble getting Clint's boybat to behave and aim directly into his hungry mouth, but once he did, his tongue remained glued to Clint like a bee to honey. The two brothers sucked each other vigorously, each needing some sweet twink nectar, each bobbing their stuffed throats in a rhythmic unison they never managed to duplicate in the recording studio.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, Scott. Aaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh...."
"Oh yeah, suck me! Blow my big tasty cock. Mmmmmm, you're a hungry little slut, Davy. Where'd you learn to suck dick? Clint teach you?"
"Mmmmmm, nooooorgh!" Dave pulled off too declare his virgin rank, leaving a trail of spit behind. "What can I say? Your man dick inspires me! Mmmmmmmm..." Dave's cheeks were hollowed out, all of his force concentrated on sucking Scott like his mouth contained the jaws of life.He looked down from time to time to make sure that his simultaneous thrusts into Clint's manhole were making the fuckee happy.
Long moans snuck out from Clint's full mouth. Bob's meat tasted even better than his own, and Dave's unforgiving thrusts hit every pleasure zone and made his boy pussy feel large enough to house a 747. He looked back and saw Dave's wet torso slamming into him and Bob's sweaty face pushing further off the floor, trying to suck up as much of his humongous schlong as possible. The hottest triplets in the world were fucking the shit out of each other. Clint was at the brink. He was sure his wad would be the opening shot in the Moffatt Cum Shooting Festival. He was wrong. Big brother always leads the pack.
"UHHHHHH, yes! YES!! I'm gonna shoot, Davy! You're gonna learn how to take a MAN'S load, baby brother! OOOOOOOOAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Scott went wild in his final moments of lust, slamming Dave's mouth as hard as he could before planting his cock balls-deep and letting fly. Dave really was an amazing sucker. Six LARGE spurts of Scott's seed rocketed past Dave's tonsils, loud gulping sounds signaling that he was somehow handling it all with little problem and a large amount of satisfaction.
"Mmmmmmm!! MMMMMMMM!!!! URRRRGGHH!!!" The pleasure of tasting Scott's cum made Dave boil over. He slammed into Clint, slapping the hung stud's ass a few times before unloading a searing hot load of jizm. He chose to keep thrusting as he shot, some cum squirting over Clint's back on the out-thrusts, but most of it filling his rectum with warmth. The chain reaction continued.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah Dave! Such a good little fucker! You ready for my cream, Bob?"
"Mmm, fuckin' give it to me!!! Mmmmmm..."
"Here cums! Oh, SHIT GUYS! OHHHHHHHH!!!" Clint Moffatt finally got his release. Drenched in sweat and his brother's cum, he bolted upwards and cried out in joy, firing off an amazing ten strings of spunk from his freakish cock into Bob's greedy throat. Bob sucked hard on the spasming dick for about seven shots, each one swallowed with glee. He pulled the cock out of his mouth after that, jerking and aiming it at his smooth tan chest, where he rubbed the remaining white puddle into his skin. Clint quickly returned to blowing Bob, managing to deep throat him with relative ease. Clint scooted his ass over to the side so Dave and Scott could kneel by Bob's side, tweaking his nipples and offering him tastes of their spent cocks.
"Oh GODDDDDDDD! I'm cumming, Clinty baby! I'm CUMMING! UGH! I love you guys! Swallow me, you hot stud! SWALLOW......AAAGGGHH!" Clint groaned and plunged all the way down as the long-haired twink came, a good six spurts of liquidy boy juice expertly milked and swallowed by the only brother that had cocksucking experience before this incredible gang bang.
The boys did make it to the stage that night. They had to lean on each other for support, but they made it, as they did for so many more nights, with a helping of teen seed in their bellies and a song in their hearts.
THE END
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