Dear Readers of ASSGM,
This story is a fantasy written for a new friend I met as the result of one of the stories I've presented to you. It is my interpretation of a fantasy I think he might like to live. It is posted here as a gift to him -- and as an apology to all of you. Because of copyright and other concerns, no more of the "My Dads" story will be posted here, at least for now.
This story sort of covers, in microcosm, the concepts and ideas that are presented in "My Dads" as well as fulfilling (I hope) its task as a small gift to a new friend.
17January2000. There's some corrections here, as well as an entirely new second part. I'm posting the entire story for those who may not have the first part. I hope that my friend sees this story, and realizes that I think of him all the time and hope that he is doing well and is enjoying life.
My Dream
by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net
Copyright (c) 1998 by the author. All rights reserved. This article may not be archived or used in any manner, commercial or private, without the express written permission of the author. This notice must be retained on all copies of this material. Express permission is given to the readers of ASSGM and Nifty to download and read this material. Such readers may print one copy of this material for their own private use. The archivist's at ASSGM and Nifty, and no others, are given permission to archive this story.
For those that want to format the text, One return ends each line and two returns equal a paragraph break. Other than that, I've stayed away from any fancy formatting. Enjoy!
Disclaimer. This is not a true story. It is a fantasy created for a friend who is becoming an important person to the author. Readers are asked to share in this fantasy only if they are of legal age to read the material in their governmental jurisdiction. This material may include (I don't know, I haven't written it yet) descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults of the same sexual perversion, uhhh... persuasion.
If you can comply with all of the above (and any of the below you care to) then --- Onward, into the breach (as it were) fair reader.
College was getting to be a drag. I mean, like I figured that leaving High School and going to college would open up the world for me. At least a little bit. Four years in a Florida High School just isn't the best environment for a young stud looking for sex with another young stud. I mean, get serious! But with all the studying, gymnastics practice, visiting my parents and trying to write papers and complete assigned projects, my social life was hurtin'. Or more like non-existent.
At five foot, five inches tall and one hundred and six pounds, I'm not exactly what you'd call a brute. Neither the football team or the basketball team are beating on my door trying to get me to join up, but I'm doing OK with gymnastics. I'm on the freshman team. I don't think I'll ever be Olympics material, but the coach is seriously considering me for a spot on the varsity team. He's been giving me special attention, and even arranged a one hour a week special training session with just he and I.
The coach is an ex-Marine, and with his burly body and buzz haircut, he looks it. Ever since I first saw that commercial on TV where the shining knight turns into that fantastic Marine in Dress Blues with that cool sword, I've had the serious hots for going to bed with a Marine stud. I don't think the coach is going to be the answer to my dreams though. He's so straight, he makes a ruler look like a plate of spaghetti. He is nice to me though, and has spent some time telling me about Marines and boot camp and what it is to be "One of the few..."
So anyway, my freshman year went by with me making only a few friends and having my sex restricted to jacking off and a couple of blow jobs shared with a couple of old buddies from High School who went to work instead of college. Just before summer break the coach told me that if I'd sign up for at least one academic class during the summer he'd put me on the special training squad he was running for the varsity gymnastics team that summer. If I worked out OK, I'd be a member of the varsity team in the fall when the new school year started. There were only two other freshmen who had been invited so I felt pretty special. I talked it over with my dad and he decided that it was more important for me to take the offer than to work that summer. He said that if I got at least B's in my classes (there were two I wanted to take) and made the team, he'd not only spring for the tuition and books, but he'd give me a bonus of the spending money I would have earned working at a job. My dad is so cool!
So the day before summer session started I found myself moving my stuff into a room in the dorm the guys in the summer athletics program were using. Since the other two freshmen had decided to room together, I ended up with a room to myself. I was just putting away the last of my stuff when there was a knock at the door and the coach walked in.
"Hey, Jon." the coach said to me in his big, booming voice. "An old Marine buddy of mine sent some of his boys to me for special training during the summer session. I ended up with one extra. Do you mind if he shares your room?"
From behind him the source of all my fantasies entered the room. Six foot one of solid hunk wearing Marine Corps Dress Greens and carrying a duffle bag in his left hand. A firestorm of lust swept over my body as my dick turned into a rigid pole sticking down the leg of my new Levis' and I didn't hear another word the coach said as the blood pounded in my ears. The green hunk stuck his hand out and I automatically responded. As my hand disappeared into his warm handshake I felt a warm mess shooting down my leg.
The best I could manage was, "Uhh... Uhh... No problem coach. Whatever you want. Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom..." I pushed past the coach and the mountain of green muscle and rushed down the hallway to the communal bathroom. I locked myself into one of the stalls and dropped my pants. There was cum all over my leg and the inside of my Levis. What a fucking mess! I cleaned it up as good as I could with toilet paper and then just sat on the crapper and tried to catch my breath and get my thoughts together while my pants dried.
Obviously, I'd fucked up big time. Popping an erection and blowing my wad like that. No way the coach was going to let that young Marine stay in a room with a pervert that reacted like I had. Now the only problem was whether the coach was going to throw me out of the athletics program or even have me expelled from school. I sat there and tried to figure out what to do and how I was going to tell my dad until my butt felt like lead and both my legs had gone to sleep. I finally got up and made myself presentable and shuffled off down the hallway back to my room, feeling like my whole world had just fallen apart. I felt like crying and really didn't know what to do with my life.
I opened the door and drug my feet into my room. There, sitting at attention on the edge of one of the rooms two chairs was the young Marine. As soon as I walked into the room he stood up and faced me. His duffle bag was propped up against the wall and he hadn't even started to unpack or move in or anything.
"Look. I'm sorry if I upset you. The coach told me to stay here and that I would be OK. If it bothers you because I'm a Marine or something I'll take my stuff and go tell the coach he'll just have to find somewhere else to put me."
"No," I mumbled, "go ahead and unpack your stuff. You just surprised me is all."
And so started the most miserable week in my eighteen years of life. When I wasn't in class or working out in the gym, I hid out as much as possible, and when I had to be in our room with Zack (I'd overheard one of his Marine buddies call him that) I just did what I had to and tried to keep my eyes off of him. I don't think we said ten words between us all week long.
Zack was a real outgoing, easy to like person and was soon popular with most of the jocks. He was attending school as part of an experimental program. He and his friends were training to be instructors. Taking Education classes and learning to teach physical education, including some special martial arts classes. His social life was soon quite busy with the jocks and a bunch of the college girls vying for his attention. He wasn't in the room much except to sleep, clean-up, change clothes and maybe study a little. When he was there it drove me crazy. He was used to living in the barracks with a bunch of guys and thought nothing of walking around in those stupid white military boxer shorts with the fly that gapped open showing his pubic hair and the top of his thick organ. When he took a shower, he'd strip down naked in our room, throw his towel over his shoulder and saunter off to the showers. He'd come back with water beading his body and that damn towel either in his hand or over his shoulder again.
Then he'd stand there in the middle of the room and carefully dry himself off. Bending and twisting. Showing the groove of his ass filled with dark blond hairs or the pendulous heaviness of his fully sheathed cock as it swung back and forth across the heavy fullness of his bloated sac with his body movements. I tried not to look, but the beauty of his fully masculine body made me forget my resolve every time he exposed himself to me.
Like I said, he was about six foot, one inch tall, maybe six- two. His body was completely hairless except for the dark blond hair on his head, cut into a high-sidewalls Marine Corps style that looked fantastic on his handsome, well shaped head. Heavy, shining eyebrows formed a masculine bar over his piercing blue- green eyes. His antediluvian, heavy jawed, honest Polish face was clean shaven and clear skinned. Dark tufts of hair appeared and disappeared from the armpits under his massively muscled shoulders. There was no more hair on his torso until my eyes reached a perfect little trapezoid of curly blond hair that seemed to float over the wide base of his translucent skinned shaft. Little blue veins showed through the skin in a delicate tracery of interconnected pathways. A loose hood hung below the nose of his dickhead from where it was stretched wide by the obvious mushroom shape of the corona. Every once in a while the hood would pull back far enough that could catch a glimpse of a smoothly rounded nose split by a generous, primly lipped mouth. Add a light dusting of blond hairs short, fine hairs to calves and forearms and that was all the hair on his body. None on his potbellied balls and only a few short strands in his groin.
All he had to do was walk into the room and my dick would stand up and start dripping slime. When he would get naked my erection would flow like a faucet. I started stuffing one of my handkerchiefs into my underpants to soak up the mess before it wet the clothes I was wearing. I never got into or out of bed unless he was out of the room or the lights were doused.
Saturday morning I got out of bed and dressed as soon as Zack left to take his morning shower. He slept nude and had a piss hardon when he got up that morning. I guess he thought I was asleep because he made no effort to hide the monster before he finally restrained it under the towel he firmly knotted around his waist just before he ambled off to his morning micturition and douche routine. I'd finally observed the object of my obsession in full erection. Normally, his penis dangled before my ocular's in what I estimated as a seven or eight inch arch of plump vascular tissue. My imagination had been rampant with imaginations of how huge the thing must get when engorged. Reality astounded me when I realized that he only added one or two inches when extended although the already stout cudgel seemed to become half again bigger around. Drool seeped from my mouth and my entire body shook as though I had the ague as I fumbled around trying to clothe myself.
I looked in the mirror and realized that I couldn't take any more of this. My face was pale and drawn, my eyes were bloodshot and every muscle was twitching and trembling. In a panic, I sat down at my study table and tried to compose a note to the coach explaining that because of family obligations I was going to have to drop out of the athletics program and move back home. While I was fumbling with meaningless words, Zack returned to the room and began his drying off routine. I hunched over my paper so he couldn't see what I was attempting to write and so I couldn't look at him.
"Jon. What's the matter?" came from behind me. I guess he noticed my shaking or something. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just hunched down further and tried to hold myself still. I heard his bare foot take a step and then his heated hand touched my shoulder. I jumped up and rushed to the sidewall. I had to stand there facing the wall because my erection was caught in the short pants I'd put on and was sticking straight out making an obvious tent in the front of my James Bean's.
"What the Hell is going on!" Zack demanded as he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around.
Tears were leaking from my eyes and my face flushed crimson as his eyes dropped and stared at the obviously prominent protuberance in my shorts that I was trying to cover with my clawed hands.
"Hey..." he started to say as he reached up to touch my shoulder with two fingers. I guess I must have gone a little crazy or hysterical or something because I tried to shove him out of the way and run out of the room. He gathered me into his arms and held me against his naked torso as I screamed and fought to escape. I might as well have tried to push the concrete dormitory down with my bare hands. He just calmly held me and kept me from hurting myself. When I was finally exhausted Zack sat down on his bed and held me on his lap in his strong arms. I couldn't believe it. I'd spent my entire adolescence shying way from any sort of intimate interaction with people and here I was clad only in a pair of abbreviated hiking shorts in the lap of a naked hunk I was crazy with lust for. I was trembling with exhaustion and fear, my tear-stained face stuck to his smooth- hard-warm chest with his slow steady heartbeat playing counterpoint to the rapid beat of my own heart in my ears.
His deep, mellow voice rumbled through his chest into my ears as he reached down and touched the bulge caused by my still erect penis. "Is this what your hiding is all about?" he asked.
I reacted to his touch by throwing a fit. Thrashing around, trying to escape and run away. Somehow I managed to hit his nose and a trickle of scarlet blood ran down his upper lip. Flipping me over in mid-air like a stuffed toy, he slammed me belly-down over his naked thighs. Holding me down with one huge paw in the middle of my back, he pulled my loose shorts down over my narrow hips, baring the melon shaped globes of my ass. His hand completely covered my buttocks as it crashed into them with enough force to send a shock through my whole body. I redoubled my efforts to escape which just caused him to spank me even harder. I tried to bite him and he whacked me in the back of the head.
"No biting!" he calmly said.
I continued to struggle to get free, but he held me across his lap effortlessly and continued to paddle me with equal ease. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by the whipping he was giving me and the feel of my now naked body rubbing against his. I felt like I was swelling up so big I was going to explode -- and then I did. As his hand hit my ass I convulsed and ejaculated against his thigh. Every time he swatted me my five inch cock would erupt against the warm oak hardness of his thigh again. I finally drained my system, reaching the end of any possible further orgasm and just lay across his lap crying, half from the pain and half from shame, as he continued to spank me for being a bad boy and having bad thoughts.
Zack finally stopped spanking me. As he lifted me back up to sit on his lap my shorts fell off my ankles to the green carpet and I cried even harder with the shame of my idol having found out that I was a pervert and seeing my now totally naked, and next to his magnificence, inadequate body. I put my narrow arms around the barrel of his chest and buried my face in the deep cleft between his broad pectorals as my body shook with deep, wracking sobs. Zack just put his arms around me and gently held my weeping, trembling body to his.
Exhausted, emotionally drained and now deeply depressed, I finally stopped crying and just sagged against the massive wall of Zack's body. Lifeless and feeling helpless, my defenses crumbled and I just gave up. Zack leaned a bit to the side and poured some of his drinking water from the bottle on his desk on the T-shirt he'd been wearing earlier. His other hand gripped my head and leaned it back and he used the damp cloth to clean my face.
Zack tossed his T-shirt back on his desk and just stared into my face, and then up and down my small body until his eyes returned to my face and he asked, "Why?"
I was too worn out, exhausted and confused to understand what he was asking. I guess it must have showed on my face because Zack asked again, "Why me? Why get so wound up over me?"
I just shrugged. How could I explain what he meant to me. How good he looked, the power that constantly radiated from him. His warmth and gracefulness. His strength and gentleness. His ability to talk and laugh and get along with almost everyone. His popularity, his athletic ability. His, his manliness. The rampant masculinity he exhibited in everything he did and everything about him. The smell of him that drove me crazy with desire. "Because you're so beautiful." is what came out of my mouth. I immediately flushed bright red when I realized what I'd said to his masculine hunk. This Mans Man. This Marine.
"Me?"
I just nodded, the heat of his hand supporting my head crinkling my hair with the movement.
This burly Marine just stared deeply into my eyes. His eyes got closer and closer to mine and I fell deeper and deeper under his control. I felt his breath wash across my face and then his lips burned me as they covered my mouth and his eyelids slid closed as my mouth opened to his osculation. I'd never been actually kissed before. Never in a sexual, I want to feel and taste you, make love to you way. My mouth sagged open to his insistent, probing tongue as his hand held my face to his and his lips and mouth and tongue searched and demanded.
Zack was kissing me! Me! This brute stud Marine was holding me too him and kissing me! My arms reached up around his thick neck and I pulled my face into his with the audacity of a sex starved boy with nothing else to lose. All I knew was that I was being held and loved by the object of my fixation and I wanted everything I could get. I gave back as good as I was getting, sucking and licking Zack's tongue where it invaded my mouth. Nibbling and biting at his tongue and full, firm lips. Attacking his lips and ears and throat. Sucking and biting and kissing and licking frantically to acquire all that I could before this dream ended.
Zack finally pulled my head back from his and stared deep and hard into my eyes. "I've never done this with a man before. What do we do now?" his passion fogged voice rumbled out of his deep chest.
With my hands still holding onto the back of his strong neck, I shrugged, "I don't know. I'm still a virgin."
His shocked eyes stared in disbelief at my innocent face. Then his facial muscles started making weird movements and strange sounds started coming out of his chest. Then he lost control and started to laugh. Now I was shocked. He'd led me on. Trapped me. Gotten me to admit my deepest shame. That I was a man-lover and an eighteen year old virgin. I thought he cared, and now that he had my secret and had me in his clutches, he was laughing at me.
"I can't believe it," he laughed, "two naked studs grabbing each other and neither one of us has any idea of what to do." He wasn't laughing out loud any more but his face was twitching all over. My mouth fell open in amazement. He'd said that I was a stud like he was. He was as much at a loss as I was. Suddenly the ridiculousness of the situation, and his reaction to it overwhelmed me too. Both of us cracked up. Laughing out loud. Howling in laughter until we fell on the floor and just laid on the rug, holding on to each other and rolling around laughing at everything. We'd finally wind down and then we'd look at each other and start laughing all over again.
Zack finally got up and then pulled me to my feet. He pulled me to his body and gave me a big hug which I returned with gusto. "Look, Little Dude. We're going to have to figure this thing out. Everybody's going on that camping trip with the coach this weekend so why don't we grab a shower and go get something to eat. We can hide out and talk until everyone's left and then we can come back here. How's that sound?"
"OK," is all I said. We grabbed our towels and shower kits (Zack called his a douche kit, and so did I after that day) and headed off to the showers. We didn't see anyone around so we figured everyone was getting their sack lunches so they could leave on the trip. We walked through the big bathroom back to the shower area. Zack turned the corner and walked down to the end stall. I started to go into the stall next to his but he said, "Come on, we can share this one." I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching before scurrying into the anteroom with Zack who was just standing there grinning at my precautions. Once I was inside, he reached up and slid the cloth privacy curtain across the opening.
Each shower stall consisted of two tiled rooms. The outside room had a floor drain, a wooden bench and several hooks set into the walls to hang stuff from. Zack dropped his kit on the bench and hung his towel from one of the hooks. I usually had to get up on the bench to hang anything but Zack noticed the hook would be out of my reach and just casually took the towel from around my neck and hung it up for me (I'd followed Zack to the bathroom nude with my towel around my neck in imitation of his usual style). By time I dug my soap, shampoo and cream rinse out of my shower kit, Zack had already moved into the shower area.
As soon as I entered the five foot by six foot area Zack reached up and slid that curtain closed as well. He took two steps to the back of the tiled shower area and turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before getting under the water and turning around several times to get wet. He took a step out of the spray and put his hands on my shoulders and bent over and smelled my hair. His hands propelled me around him and under the shower and turned me around as he ruffled a hand through my hair until I was wet all over. Then he pulled me back out from under the running water and turned off the cold water, letting the scalding hot water hit the opposite wall and create billows of steam that warmed the small room and created a steam bath that kept both of us wet.
Zack squeezed some of my shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together and started to wash my hair. After a few seconds of surprise, I just enjoyed leaned back against his sturdy body and enjoyed having my hair washed by his gentle hands. I was dozing off from the pleasurable feeling of having Zack slowly and carefully manipulate my hair when he adjusted the water temperature again and moved us under the warm spray to rinse my hair. The floor tiles where hot from the scalding water and I jumped around. Zack swatted my butt and told me to hold still. I quit jumping around but I wrapped my hand around his testicles and just held on.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"It's like the guy with the bad tooth told his dentist. `Go ahead Doc, I trust you not to hurt me.'", I said.
Zack laughed his deep, pleased, happy sounding laugh and said, "OK. Move your feet if you have to, but no jumping around!"
I held still after that, enjoying the sting of the hot tiles against the tender soles of my bare feet, but I didn't let go of Zack's balls and he acted like having me hold him like that was the most natural thing in the world. We got out from under the shower and Zack turned off the cold water again before starting to put cream rinse on my hair. I stood facing him this time and used both my hands to caress and explore his distended scrotum and its amazing contents. I'd played with my own nuts plenty of times but Zack's were at least three times the size of mine. I was fascinated and hardly noticed when Zack started to wash my neck and shoulders.
I automatically lifted my arms so he could wash my armpits and didn't notice until latter that I wasn't ticklish to his touch at all. He washed first one arm and then the other, removing my hands from his groin one at a time to wash them. Then Zack sat on the redwood bench and carefully washed my torso, front and back. Carefully and thoroughly laving every square inch of my tight upper body. I just stood there and let him turn me around and wash me. I felt like a little boy being washed by his daddy, and I love every second of the feeling.
Zack washed and massaged down my legs, lifting them one after the other to wash my feet and between my toes. His considerate, unfaltering touch never once felt ticklish but engendered feelings of warmth, tranquillity, and caring. His soapy hands traveled back up my legs and I spread my legs apart to allow him complete access to assiduously bathe my groin, testicles and penis. He even carefully retracted my foreskin to cleanse my most intimate parts. His big hand moved back between my legs to wash the inside of my crack. I squatted down a little bit to make sure he had complete access as his broad fingers painstakingly ensured that my crack and pucker were spotlessly clean. Everything just felt so good when Zack did it.
As Zack stood back up, the hand that had been cleaning me dragged up through my groin, gently cupped my genitals and then swept across my abdomen. He reached down with his other hand and cupped my buttocks, lifting me to his hip. I hung there, suspended from his tight body as he adjusted the water temperature again and stepped under the spray to rinse us off. When Zack put me back on my feet and began to carefully run his hands all over my body, washing away the soap film I became deeply aware of feeling like a little boy again. Only this time I realized that I didn't really see Zack as my daddy. It was more like he was my big brother who had joined the Marine Corps and was glad to see me on his visit home. The way he treated me, I felt cherished -- and loved.
I stepped into Zack and hugged him around the waist, trying to tell him how much he meant to me also. Zack lifted me up until our faces were at the same level. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck as his lips once again covered mine. A not frantic, but fully engrossed period of intense kissing followed as Zack put our heads under the shower spray and thoroughly rinsed my hair as he searched my soul with his tongue. How I kept from drowning, I'll never know -- or care.
A lifetime or two later I moved my now trembling big Marine brother over to the redwood bench and sat him down. As he bemusedly touched and stroked my body, I used his shampoo to wash the brush of hair on his head. I used my own soap to wash his face. My hands steadied as they explored the solid, squared- off bones and muscles of the heavy featured visage before me. My hands moved back to explore and cleanse the almost too small shells of Zack's close-set ears before glissading downward to lave the corded pillar that swept up from his broad shoulders to support his Antaean head. Both of my hands together reached barely more than halfway around Zack's muscular neck. It felt like I was jacking off an elephant's cock as I washed the now submissive Marines flesh.
My self-assured studly Marine had been reduced to a bemused idiot as he submitted to my control and tentatively touched me as he became my boy, allowing me to wash and care for him as he had me. What a wonderful feeling it was to know that I was in charge and could touch, feel, explore the dream body before me. I tilted Zack's head up and I initiated the kiss this time. Hotly demanding that he open his lips to me as I probed his willing mouth with my swollen tongue and ran my soapy hands through the long rough hairs of his armpits. I felt his nipples swelling and hardening as my palms swept back and forth across the wide planes of his chest and up over the heavy shoulder muscles. My fingers played with this titties and he moaned into my mouth from deep in his throat as I squeezed and twisted the jutting paps. Zack just continued moaning as my hands moved from torturing the hard knobs of his mantits back under his armpits and back to his titties over and over, my tongue busily searching his teeth and lips and gums and the ridges and bloated tongue of his mouth as his hands caressed and fondled the back of my head and neck.
The curve of Zack's swollen, weeping cock fit snugly against his lower abdomen as I straddled his thighs and worked my arms under his so that I could begin washing the broad muscled surfaces of his back. Embracing him, kissing him, washing him as the smooth- slick-warm-wet fronts of our bodies learned to interlink and mesh into one smoothly fitted blend of hot young man flesh. I washed deep into the crack of his ass with my fingers and then my hands disappeared into the crack between our bodies and dipped into Zack's throbbing groin. Not an alliteration, but an actual palpable throbbing brought on by lust and his thudding heartbeat as my hands washed and groped and fondled the swollen hairless scrotum. My fingertips played tendril tickle with the short wisps of curly pubic hair which caused Zack to giggle into my mouth in a really sexy way. My fingers lightly tracing the outlines of Zack's engorged member caused his giggles to revert to deep, passionate moans. This big hunk was completely under my control, and we were both loving it.
I slid backwards off of Zack's lap and regretfully broke the contact of our lips. As Zack leaned forward trying to keep contact with my mouth I guided his zombie-like form to his feet and lead him back to the shower, the steamy fog swirling around our bodies as I adjusted the water temperature this time. I turned Zack this way and that under the showerhead to rinse the soap off and then climbed up his back. I stood there with one hand holding on to his shoulder and my feet standing on the hard swells of his buttocks as I rinsed his hair and face and ears. Zack shook his head to get the water out of his ears as I slid down his back to the hot shower tiles.
I turned the showerhead to spray the long way down the showerstall and turned off the cold water again. New billows of steam surged into the small room as I leaned Zack against the hot water warmed tiles of the wall. I retrieved the soap and knelt on the floor in front of Zack.
I lifted his right foot and put it in my lap and began to very carefully wash his foot. My fingers laved between each of his toes and my fingernails slid under his toenails in a thorough cleaning process. I carefully pulled loose a broken corner of one nail. I wiped away the excess soap and put the toe in my mouth to nibble away the rough spot. The heat of my mouth caused the whole showerroom to reverberate with the moans from Zack's chest. I put the foot back in my lap and focused on cleaning away any trace of dirt or dead skin. I'd washed myself many times in my short life, but I'd never felt anything like the glory of Zack's heavy muscles under my hands as they washed and massaged their way up the hard muscles of the sturdy leg, probing and studying every bit of the magnificent territory. By the time my hands were working on Zack's groin and smooth buttock, my penis had worked it's way up between my thighs and was rigidly throbbing against the sole of Zack's quiescent foot.
I hugged myself to Zack's leg before lifting it back down to the shower floor. I moved to the side a little bit to get in front of the other leg and my erection slapped up against my tummy. I lifted Zack's left foot into my lap and it completely covered my five inch erection with ease. The pressure of Zack's foot against me kept me on the verge of orgasm the entire time (and I did take my time) I spent washing his foot, ankle, calf, knee, massive, beautiful, wonderful thigh, smooth groin and rounded buttock. I leaned the side of my face against Zack's soapy thigh as my hands slid slowly back down his leg and put his foot, regretfully, back down on the tiled floor.
I leaned back and Zack spread his feet as both of my hands moved up between Zack's thighs to grasp his balls and begin most gently washing them. Looking up as my hands wantonly fondled Zack's most private and precious organs, I saw the wide expanse of his manly organ jutting forth from his loins. The loose foreskin was retracted, exposing maybe a third of the head of his cockhead with the tight-skinned meatus fully exposed at the end. As I watched, a bead of clear lube swelled from the lips of the meatus. The movement of my hands caused Zack's organ to throb and a streamer of the viscous lube streamed down towards me. Involuntarily, my tongue reached forward and caught the falling crystalline thread and a flavor unlike any I'd ever experienced burst forth in my mouth.
Without really thinking about it, I raised up on my knees as my tongue followed the streamer upwards to the source and my lips closed over the head of Zack's cock to keep any of the magical fluid from escaping. Suddenly, terror struck me again as I realized what I had just done. I had a cock in my mouth. I was a cocksucker. I'd just compromised the Marine I was trying to be friends with and set him up to be called a faggot. I'd lost control and done something really stupid. Fearfully, with Zack's fat cock stretching my lips and my heart pounding, I looked up into his face.
Zack's eyes had changed from crystalline green-blue to a deep dark blue and they looked down at me calmly, even gently. His hand came up from his side and he wiped the hair back off my forehead with an extended finger. His hand cupped the back of my head and he stroked my hair as his deep voice rumbled out, "That feels really good, Little Dude."
He didn't hate me. He wasn't disgusted. He wasn't going to beat me up. He liked what I was doing. He wanted me to keep doing it. He was touching me back.
I closed my eyes and focused on the swollen warmth in my mouth. Not only were all my fantasies coming true, they were coming true in a way I'd never even dared admit to myself that I wanted. I had a cock in my mouth. The most perfect cock I could possibility imagine. Heavy. Solid. Smooth skin with heavy subsurface veins tracing the shaft and that wonderful loose hood hiding the wide, perfectly shaped cockhead. Thick, but not too fat to fit in my mouth, and maybe even down my throat. Long, but not so long to be unmanageable. The large gonads gave every appearance of requiring a great deal of diligent work on my part to satisfy their ability to produce massive quantities of sperm. And most wonderful of all was Zack. The person responsible for carrying around the treasures being offered me. Zack was offering himself. Unequivocally, openly, without restraint. I wanted to suck his cock, and all he'd said was that what I was doing felt good. He wanted to feel good? OK!
I released Zack's gonads with a final, caressing stroke and held onto his hips. With all the will in the world I used my mouth and tongue and all the muscles in my body to begin learning how to suck a studs cock and make him love every second of it. Every movement, change in tempo, twist, turn, or change in pressure, vacuum, heat, cold, roughness or gentle tantalizing softness. Within a couple of short minutes Zack bellowed and tried to push my head off his suddenly iron-hard cock. I locked my teeth behind his corona and refused to be pried off of the suddenly erupting organ as wad after bolus after heavy shot of thickly curdled cum slammed into my mouth, tongue and throat. I tried to swallow and choked, snorted and coughed as streams of thick white cum blasted out of my nostrils. I still refused to back off, willing to drown rather than lose any particle of this effusion of Zack's essence.
Out of control, Zack clenched my head to his groin as he blasted again and again into my sucking, gasping mouth. I tried to snort in some air to keep from asphyxiating and swallow Zack's cum at the same time and choked again as he continued to shoot his essential fluid down my throat, the backblast filling my mouth and pouring out of my nose. My hands clenched desperately at his buttocks to prevent any possible attempt at escape.
As the last of his sperm seeped into my mouth and his body slumped over mine, trembling with the aftereffects and aftershocks of his intense orgasm, Zack was almost crying. "Oh my God. Oh my God. I'm sorry, Little Dude. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you."
I just tried to suck air in through my clogged nose as I looked up at him with acceptance in my eyes, his softening cock in my mouth, his sperm all over me, and the biggest grin that had ever been plastered on my face wrapped around the thick organ in my mouth. I winked at his shame stricken expression and made a big deal of swallowing a big mouthful of his cum.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed my body, attacking my face and ears and mouth with his wide, lapping tongue and teeth and lips. Shaking with reaction and crying and hugging me so hard I thought I might break. I just hugged him back as hard as I could and returned his kisses as best as I could as my own orgasm erupted almost unnoticed against his hard ridged abdomen.
Eventually, Zack and I managed to get cleaned up and get our stuff together. We'd moved out to the bathroom to brush our teeth (I skipped that task, not wanting to lose any of the taste filling my mouth) and shave. Zack shaved with a straight razor, which scared the crap out of me (literally, I had to run into one of the toilet stalls and take a dump). After I'd wiped and flushed, Zack watched me walk back from the stall. He put his arm around my shoulder and turned us to face the full-length mirror on the wall. He pointed at us in the mirror and said, "Look at that."
Two naked guys, the big one's arm over the short guys shoulder. One 6'2" and the other 5'5". One 230 lbs. of bulgy muscle, the other 106 lbs. of tight sinewy muscle. One with six inches (I think I'd scared it ) of thick hanging cock backed by a huge sack of free swinging nuts while the other showed only a couple of inches of slender boycock with much smaller, tighter backup. The same skin coloring, hair coloring, green-blue eyes looking at green eyes looking at six inches of fat cock (OK, so I was fixated).
"We could almost be brothers," Zack said.
I put my arm against his side and leaned up against him. I looked up at him and softly said, "I wish we were."
A gentle smile creased his face as he said, "Yeah. Me too." And after a pause, "Come on, let's go eat."
He goosed me to break the suddenly somber mood and I squealed and ran naked down the hall to our room. Zack gathered up our stuff and followed me. As he walked through the door, I reached out from where I was hidden behind the door and goosed him back. He dropped the stuff he was carrying and tried to grab me, but I was too quick and got away. Two of his big steps latter he snagged me and dropped on top of me on my bed, tickling me without mercy until I begged him to stop. He made me say `Uncle' and then apologize before he'd let me up.
He got up and I leaned over and kissed his ass "to make it feel better." He grinned at me and told me it was about time I started respecting my elders. I jumped up on my bed so I could look him more or less straight in the eye and said, "Fat chance. We're both eighteen!" That led to us comparing birthdates which was when we discovered we'd both been born on the same day and that he was barely an hour older than me.
"Shit! That's scary!" he said.
"No shit!" I replied.
"I wonder if we could have been twins and got separated at birth?"
We both just stared at each other until he gathered me into his arms and just held me.
Finally, after a lot of thinking, Zack said, "Little Dude, what say we just don't ask anyone and pretend that's what happened. I've always wanted to have a little brother, and you're just too good to be true."
I pushed back from Zack, still encircled by his arms. "I don't want to pretend that."
The bright look on Zack's face fell.
"I want to believe that, and I do with all my heart. I've always wanted to have a big brother that would love me and protect me. I want you to be my big brother Zack. I believe that, one way or another, we were separated at birth and that we are brothers. I want to believe that with all my heart, Zack. Will you help me believe that? Please?"
Zack just pulled me back against his chest and held me. Then he leaned back and kissed me on the forehead. "Hey, Little Dude. Think you could lead your big brother to some food before he passes out from hunger?"
"Is that all you ever think of? Food?" I asked with my fists on my hips.
He reached up and took my cock and balls in his big fist. "Well... Not everything!" he leered.
He dropped my genitals and turned away, "But I'm looking for more than a morsel right now."
"You FINK!" I yelled and jumped on his back. He walked across the room to his clothes like I wasn't even there. He pulled his T-shirt down over the both of us.
"Hey." I said. "Think we could go down to the cafeteria like this?"
Zack deliberately misunderstood me and said, "What, the both of us dressed in just one T-shirt?"
I cracked up laughing and slid out from under the T-shirt down his smooth back and across the mounds of his muscular buttocks.
As we got dressed I kept thinking that this was going to be the most wonderful summer I'd ever lived. Even better than my dream.
Dear and Gentle Reader. This was supposed to be the end of the story. But in editing, I realized that I have my status as a pervert to uphold, so I have added the following section. If you would like to retain the impression of a gentle, pastel encounter -- Then Don't Read Any Fucking Further!
On the way down the stairs and across the quad Zack and I jabbered like a couple of kids who had just met each other and were trying to get up to speed. Were we were born and raised, who our friends were in high school, who we'ed been to bed with (him with a bunch of girls, me with a couple of buddies in adolescent experiments including sucking), music and people and classes and teachers we liked or didn't like. They were putting the food away when we got to the cafeteria, but one of Zack's buddies went in back and got us both plenty to eat. We sat at a table off to the side and continued talking to each other about our lives as we shoveled in the calories (I may be small, but I'm really active and burn up a lot of energy and I was HUNGRY).
We both finished everything we'd been given and then put the tablesettings on the trays and took them to the dishwasher's window. Zack's friend waived at him and ducked in back. He quickly returned with a big paper sack that he gave to Zack. Zack thanked him and we left.
"What's in the bag?" I asked.
"I told Ralph that you and I were going on a little camp-out of our own this week-end and he put together some food for us." Zack said with an evil leer at me.
I blushed. Zack just laughed and put his arm around my shoulder. Just walking with Zack's arm on my shoulders was one of the best feelings I'd had in my life and I figured that anyone who was stupid enough to say anything could just deal with Zack.
We stopped under one of the big trees in the quad and Zack sat the bag of food off to the side before sitting down with his back to the trunk of the tree and his knees up in the air. I sat down sideways between Zack's knees and leaned back against this thigh. It felt like I was leaning against a tree trunk too.
"Well? What are we going to do, Little Dude?"
My throat clenched in fear. "I don't know, Zack. I've never felt like this before. I mean, I've dreamed about stuff, but I've never really done anything with anyone. Or not anyone I really cared about anyway."
"I know what you mean, Little Dude. Girls have been chasing me since I was a little kid, and I lost my virginity when I was eleven. But it never felt like it did when you gave me that blow-job." I blushed, but Zack kept right on talking. "It's like, fucking a girl and jacking off felt about the same, it got my nuts off, ya' know. The only real difference was that fucking a girl was more work. But when you gave me that blow job it was something totally different." Now Zack blushed a little and looked shy. "I mean, I've never felt anything like that Zack. I've had plenty of blow jobs, even a couple from buddies of mine. But nothing ever felt like that before. I mean, it's like that's the first time I've ever really had sex or something. I wasn't just blowing my wad, my whole damn body was cumming and I just wanted you to never stop."
We both sat and thought for a while until I finally looked up at Zack. "I think I've always been more interested in boys than I was in girls. I knew some guys who were faggots. I didn't want to be like them. I really didn't like them and didn't want to have anything to do with them. I used to have these dreams about the perfect guy and could never quite figure out what he'd be like. Then, one night I was watching TV in my room and this commercial came on. There was this music and a voice and this knight in shining armor charged and pranced across never-never land and became this Marine in his Dress Blues and I knew what my perfect man was. When the commercial was over I just sat there stunned, staring at the TV screen and not seeing anything. I finally realized that I'd cum in my pants while watching the commercial so I got up and took a shower and went to bed. I masturbated all night dreaming about that Marine.
"When you walked into the dorm room in your Dress Greens it was like a dream come true. It wasn't just the uniform. It was you. The way you moved. The way you stood and looked at me. Your attitude and self-assurance. Zack," tears started coming out of my eyes, "...I'm sorry. You walked in that room and I saw you and... and... it's like I fell in love with you at first sight. You were so strong and handsome and I wanted you to care about me. Guard me and protect me and make the world all right and let me love you and guard you and protect you and take care of you." Sobbing, I continued, "I'm sorry, Zack. I don't want to fuck up your life or cause you any trouble. I love you too much to embarrass you in front of your friends or get you in trouble with the Marines. I've already written a letter to the coach telling him I have to drop out of the summer program and go to work. My dad's coming for me Monday."
Zack got up and picked up the bag of food. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." he said in a harsh voice as he turned away and started walking towards the dorm.
I got up and, head hanging, followed him. We rode the elevator upstairs without saying a word to each other. When we got to the room Zack stuffed the bag in the little refrigerator I'd put at the foot of my bed. Zack went over and started rummaging around in his closet and I just sat dejectedly on my bed and stared at Zack hopelessly, knowing that this was the last time I'd ever see him.
Zack backed out of the closet with a garment bag and a sack of some sort and walked to the door. He turned and looked at me before walking out. "You just wait here until I get back."
It wasn't a request. It was an order and I could have no more disobeyed than I could have flown out the window, which I'd wished I could do. I just sat there on the bed with my throat constricted and my chest hurting so bad I thought my heart was going to explode or quit beating, and I wished, I prayed that it would.
The door opened and my eyes levitated me to my feet. From the tips of the mirror shined shoes to the crisp white rim of the barracks cover, it was my dream. Zack. Standing at attention in his Dress Blues. The entire world fogged away as my vision blurred and narrowed and focused leaving only the image of Zack burning in my eyes. I was so deeply in shock that any doctor would have admitted me to a hospital immediately.
The vision of Zack floated over to me and I dimly saw a white gloved hand reach up to the mirror polished brim of the hat. A deep voice crisply rumbled, "Sir. Corporal Zilkowski requests permission to greet his brother."
I stood there in shock, just staring at this vision. The gloved hand came down and the white saucer of the dress hat floated across my vision and came to rest on Zack's bed as he bent his knee and knelt before me. His white gloved hands pulled down my shorts without unbuttoning them and his closely cropped head leaned into my groin as warmth surrounded my erection. In a blinding flash of white light, the entire universe exploded.
I awoke curled up in Zack's arms. Both of us naked in his bed. It was getting dark outside and the room was shadow masked with dappled light. I turned over to face Zack and he reached up and pushed the hair back up away from my eyes. His hand traced lightly, almost not touching, down the line of my jaw and slid to the nape of my neck, caressing me as his lips gently sought permission to touch mine. I put my arm around his neck and we kissed.
Zack pulled back. "You're not the only one with dreams. I've always dreamed of having a little brother. Someone I could cuddle and fondle and protect and love. Someone I was important to. My parents were nice, but they were always so busy with their business, and when they died my aunt took me to live with her family, but it was always like I was a guest in their house. Big, rough-tough Marines need love too, Jon. Will you love me, Jon? Will you let me love you? Call you `Little Dude' and love you like you were my little brother? Please, Jon, please love me?"
I listened, carefully. When Zack was done I just snuggled closer to him and put my leg up over his waist. Zack reciprocated by tightening his arms around me and snuggling right back. My whole world was warm and cozy and safe. Encompassed by Zack's strong arms and radiant warmth. After a drowsy time that allowed the emotional highs and lows of the day to mellow in the glow of our mutual body warmth, I murmured into the hollow of Zack's throat where my face was buried, "Zack? Big Brother? Will you teach me what it's like to make love? I want you to have my virginity Big Brother. Will you make love to me? Please?"
Zack's body got rigid, and then he relaxed again. His warm hand traveled down my back and covered my bare buttocks. "You mean...?"
I just nodded my head under his chin.
His big hand fondled my butt. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Little Dude. I love you, and I really want you that way, but I think I'm going to be way too big for you. I don't want to hurt you, Little Dude."
I spoke into his chest, "Please, big brother. Please don't fuck around. Just make love to me. If it doesn't work we'll do something else, but love me, Zack. Please love me now."
Zack shifted me up so that our heads lay side by side on his pillow. I slid my leg up to his ribcage and his hand insinuated itself into my opened crease. As our lips touched in tremulous contact the broad tip of Zack's index finger brushed against my roseate pucker, causing my whole body to twitch. A mingled moan harmonized in our mouths, point and counterpoint, tenor and bass as our tongues tentatively touched, twined and ensorcelled our minds. Zack soul kissed me, teaching me how to love a man with my mouth, and how to be loved. While his tongue was teaching my buccal cavity, his broad finger was giving lessons to my anal cavity. Teasing and tapping and rimming and pushing until my nethermouth lubricated itself and reached out to grasp the teasing invader with its now swollen circular lip.
Zack's fervent kissing kept me distracted as his finger pushed and prodded and played with my anus until the digit was buried to the last knuckle. I felt the final entry and tightened my arms around Zack's neck as I attacked his lips with mine. My hips began to work my ass against the intruding finger in desperate need. I demanded more stimulation until Zack pulled his hand and finger from my ass and rolled me onto my back, rolling with me to cover my face with his as he passionately devoured my mouth. His hand went down between my legs and I automatically spread my knees wide to give him access. His arm covered my cock and his wrist crushed my balls as his finger plunged back inside me and he began to mercilessly fingerfuck my ass until I was howling in need and frustrated desire.
Just before I thought I was going to cum from the stimulation at both ends of my alimentary tract, Zack pulled his finger back and refused to more than barely touch me no matter how hard I struggled to force his finger back inside me. I cried in need and demanded that he not do this to me and he just held me down, propped up on one elbow with his hand on my chest and his upper, free hand between my legs driving me crazy with need. No matter how hard I struggled and fought him, I just wasn't strong enough to be effective against his Hurculean strength.
I reached down to jack myself off and fingerfuck myself, but he just tucked my wrists under the hand on my chest that seemed to effortlessly hold them trapped and me down at the same time. Every time I tried to lift my feet to kick him or push myself loose, he just slapped my ass, hard, until I put them back down. I was well and truly trapped and about to go crazy with sexual frustration. Zack kept teasing me with feather-light touches until I was crying in frustration.
Zack began to lecture me on how things were going to be in a calm, collected voice. I flew into a rage and told him to get on with it or let me go so I could take care of myself. He let go of my wrists and pinned my knees to my chest and spanked my ass until it was bright red again and I was crying in pain. Then he dropped my legs and took up my wrists and pinned my chest to the mattress again.
"That's what happens to bad little boys who use bad language. Do you understand?"
"YES!" I angrily shouted at him.
He pulled my legs back up and spanked me again until I could hardly breathe.
He dropped my legs and pinned my chest again. "That's what happens to bad little boys who talk back to their elders. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I answered with a sobbing, much subdued voice.
WHAP!
He slapped my ass really hard again. "Yes what, Boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't spank me again, Sir."
"It's for your own good, Little Dude. If you fight me you're going to get hurt, and you need to learn that. I'm going to touch you again now, but you have to stay perfectly still. Relax and don't react to anything I do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll be still, Sir. I promise."
"Good."
He began to push his finger inside of me again, playing with my insides and loosening me. Every time I'd move, even a tiny little bit, he'd pull his finger out and swat my ass with his hard hand. The worse part is that he'd wait longer and longer times before he'd touch me again. I finally gave up and just totally relaxed, letting him do whatever he wanted to do and accepting it. Feeling it and being aware of what he was doing, but not reacting to it in any outward way. Zack was aware of my surrender immediately.
"That's a good boy. That's really good, Little Dude. I'm proud of you."
I didn't know it at the time, but he was applying what he'd been learning about training Marines to me.
His finger worked all the way up inside of me and stroked my prostrate gland. Zack was proud of me and I couldn't believe how much more aware I was and how much better everything felt when I just passively accepted Zack's advances. Zack began penetrating me with one finger after another. I closed my eyes and tried to guess which finger he was using just by the feel of them. His thumb and baby finger were easy. His middle finger was longer than the others and reached further up inside of me. His index finger was long, but thinner and had a scar on the side of it that I could feel and his ring finger always hooked its way into me. I could recognize each of his fingers just my touch, and they all felt wonderful moving in and out of me.
Zack leaned down and kissed my lips. "You ready for more now?"
I just opened my eyes and looked up to where he loomed over me and nodded.
"OK. Push down like you have to take a shit -- but no other movement. You understand?"
I nodded again and pushed down, my natural lubricant seeping from my distended tissues.
Neck muscles corded with strain, Zack forced his middle and ring fingers into me at the same time. My eyes bulged and I howled as I clenched my ass muscles against the sudden invasion.
"That's it, Boy!" Zack panted as he strained against my ass muscles, "sometimes you can't just lay there and take it. Fight boy! Fight or I'm going to rape your asshole."
I fought as hard as I could against the encroachment as Zack fought to get inside me. Bit by bit my ass muscles tired and weakened and Zack drove his twisting fingers deeper and deep inside me until he was rapidly fingerbanging me and I was begging him to go deeper, harder and faster. We were both panting and sweating from our violent exertions when he asked me if I wanted more. A wild light shown from my eyes as I grinned at him and said `Yes!'. His index finger joined the attack on my bottom and I pushed my butt down to take them all as he grinned and spread my ass wide.
We both started laughing in satisfaction as I opened to him and he started boring me out with his three biggest fingers. He crushed his lips to mine and we both joyfully worked our bodies against each other until we were in a frenzy of lust. Zack finally pulled his head back.
"Jon. I've got to try." he panted, "Please. Is it Okay, Little Dude? I've just got to try to fuck you."
"Do it, Zack!" I demanded, "Fuck my ass man. I'll never be more ready for your big cock, big brother. Fuck me now!"
Zack staggered up from the bed and over to his douche kit. He ripped it open and grabbed a tube of Brylcreem and slathered his raging, weeping cock. He wiped his hand on his T-shirt and threw it on top of his douche kit. As he clambered back onto the bed I spread my legs before his hulking form and hooked my ankles over his shoulders as he moved up over me. The head of his penis touched my anus with the accuracy I would expect from a Marine marksman and I farted in excitement. My loose flapping lips tickled the head of Zack's cock as it drove unwittingly past the open mouth of my anus. I screamed in agony as Zack's huge flanged cockhead split me open and he tried to pull back. I clamped my ass on his knob and grabbed his asscheeks with both hands, digging my nails in so that he didn't dare try to get away.
"No. No!" I panted, "It's mine now! You can't take it out until I'm done. It's mine!"
Zack slid his arms across the sweat splattered sheets and held my head as he deep tongue kissed me. Holding absolutely still and waiting for me to accommodate the wedge in my ass or realize that I had to let him back off.
I got finally got my breathing under control and realized that there was only one way I was going to be able to fulfil my dream. Taking deep breaths I tried to remember what Zack had just taught me. I took a really deep breath and as I slowly released it, I felt myself totally relax again as Zack's stiff slickness sank deeply into me. As the last of my breath left me I was completely relaxed and I felt Zack's bush crush against my ass. I had his big Polish sausage pulsing inside of me and I finally knew that I wanted nothing else out of life.
I looked up and Zack was crying. Saying over and over again, "Oh my God. OhmyGod!"
Our roles were suddenly reversed. I was the head stud in charge and he was the lost little boy, not knowing what to do next.
"Fuck me now, Zack. Fuck your little brother now, Zack. That's it... gentle at first,. Fuck my ass with that big cock, Zack. Yeah. Yeah. Longer strokes now, big brother. Yeah. Like that. My ass is open to you now Zack. Fuck me. YEAH. Fuck my ASS Zack! That's it! You know how to fuck, big brother. You really know how to fuck. Take over now! Fuck me! Fuck my ass Zack!!! Go for it, big brother."
Zack smoothly came out of his daze and took control of the fuck, letting me react any way I could to the smooth pounding of my male cunt. "I can't believe this." he whimpered, "This is so much better. I've never had sex like this. No girl has ever felt this good or made me this horny."
We worked together and we worked at odds to each other. I lay passive and I went wild under him. He fucked me long, slow and deep and he fucked me with short, choppy, hard and fast strokes at a dozen different depths, but I liked it best when he tore my ass up with long, hard stud strokes of his shinny oval tube, slamming my ass with his pubes and heavy balls with every powerful downstroke.
I don't know how much later it was when he started, "I'm sorry, Little Dude. I gotta cum. I gotta shoot, Little Dude. I can't take it any more."
I sunk my fingernails into his back and bit his shoulder, "Fuck me stud! Fuck me Marine. Plow my ass and cream my guts big brother. Do it! DO IT NOW!"
Zack plowed his head into the mattress and sank his teeth into the back of my neck as his whole body went muscle hard and he pounded my ass with all his wild strength. I wailed as my orgasm erupted between us and I arched my ass directly up into the cock mauling my ass. His balls pulled up on the outstroke and his loins slammed into my ass as his body convulsed and a great wad of hot sperm shot into my ass, splattering my rectum with smoldering love pearls as he screamed, "I'm Cuming! I'm CUMMING!!!"
About an eternity and a half later Zack collapsed on top of me. His spent cock softening inside of me.
Zack's great body covered mine and when he tried to move off of me I just held on and told him that I was OKAY and very comfortable under him, which was the absolute truth. Add in the soft tube laying in my ass and I couldn't have been more comfortable any way in the world.
After we'd rested for a while, Zack leaned up on his elbows again and looked down at me. "That was the best fuck I've ever had. Are you still ashamed of yourself? Still think you're some kind of a wimp? No woman has ever let me throw a fuck like that, ever. You a wimp, Little Dude?"
I just smiled up at him and clenched my ass on his prick.
He grinned back at me. "Don't do that unless you want to get fucked again, Little Dude. That was an awesome fuck, but once usually isn't enough for me." Then, after thinking for a second, "How'd I match up to your dreams little brother?"
I twitched my ass again and enjoyed the feeling of Zack's cock swelling up inside me again.
"Dreams?" I said, "Who needs dreams?"
My Dream continues once again:
Sharing our lives came so easily to Zack and me once the bullshit was out of the way that it was hard for us to realize that we really hadn't been raised as brothers. Oh, we had our little squabbles and confrontations (he insisted on getting up at 5AM while I was perfectly willing to leap out of bed at the crack of noon, for instance), but that just seemed to make it seem more like we were brothers. Zack dragged me (willingly) out of my reclusive shell and got me involved in all sorts of projects and parties and the start of a real social life. I found out that there were a lot of people willing to be friends with me, but that my manner had made them think I was snooty and stand-offish rather than shy and afraid.
Counting time from the first time Zack and I had sex together, as I tend to do, our first week together was a whirlwind of adjustment, classes and working out. One incident lead to Zack and I spending a lot of time talking to each other and learning about each other in depth. What happened was that I had a class that ended at 11AM and nothing else until after lunch at 2PM so I went to the gym to watch Zack take one of his martial arts classes. When the class was over Zack introduced me to some of his fellow students and to the instructor. We talked a little while they took their showers and got dressed for lunch. Zack asked the instructor if it would be alright for me to join them in class the next day. The instructor looked at my small body and then at the big brutes surrounding me and asked me if I wanted to try. I said, `Sure' and he asked me if I had any old loose sweats that I didn't mind getting stretched out of shape or torn. I told him I had my gi with me and he gave me a strange look and asked me if I could get permission from my Sensei to study on his mat. I told him that I had open permission from my Sensei to attend whatever classes I wanted to, and he gave me another searching looking over and told me to show up on the mat the next morning after my class. I bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Sensei." He bowed in acknowledgment and we all went to the cafeteria for lunch.
Zack's buddies just took it for granted that I would be sitting with them so, instead of sitting at a small table off in a corner by myself, I ended up sitting at one of the big tables with some of the most popular guys on campus. We laughed and joked and talked and I felt very much accepted and part of the group.
The next morning I rushed from my class to the gym and quickly changed into my martial arts outfit. By time I got to the mat they had finished warming up and were working out in pairs. I bowed onto the mat and stayed at the side of the mat and did my stretches until I was loose and warm.
I stood up and waited for Sensei to notice me and invite me to join them. He clapped his hands and his students moved to the side of the mat and sat sezia on the mat. :They were scoping me out pretty carefully, trying to figure out what was going on. I was wearing the usual heavy white canvas gi, but I was also wearing what looked like a black skirt.
I bowed to Sensei and he bowed to me. "Gentlemen," he said, "I think we have a ringer amongst us. Zack, he's your guest. Attack him, overhand strike, all out. Yosh!"
Puzzled, Zack none-the-less immediately did as his Sensei told him. He jumped to his feet and ran at me with his arm raised to strike me. That was the last he saw, other than the ceiling and a bit of the mat rushing up to join his face, until some minutes later.
"Tom! Matt! Bill! Take him out, NOW! Yosh!"
Three big brutes jumped up and rushed me and managed to end up in a nice neat pile of their own.
"The rest of you! Take him! Yosh!"
A little more cautiously, the rest of the class attacked me in pairs and triplets, which didn't keep all of them from creating quite an interesting pile of their own. Saved for last was the biggest brute in the group. Him I wound around my feet until I knelt down beside him with his face to the mat and one of his arms sticking up along my chest. I asked him, politely, to ask his friends to stay where they were and he became most insistent with them, using the most shocking language and making some perfectly awful threats to them if they didn't hold perfectly still. That may have had something to do with the fact that every time I moved, his arm threatened to come loose or break off or something like that.
Laughing, their Sensei said, "Well gentlemen. I believe you've heard me talk about the defensive art of Aikido. I believe that you've just had a chance to experience it at first hand. Young friend of Zack, may I have my students back please. In as unbroken a condition as possible?"
I turned and nodded to Sensei. Tweaking the arm in front of me a tiny bit I spoke to the body below me very clearly, "Tell your friends to return to their places --- and to try and refrain from getting stupid."
"You guys get back in line-up," my bosom buddy ordered. As everyone started getting up and moving, one of the guys headed towards me and my new friend. I twitched my arm where it rested above my captives elbow and he screamed in pain. Everyone froze and then Mr. Pain growled out, "You shit-faced puke. Stay away from us you ignorant prick." The intruder very carefully backed up and everyone took great care to walk way around us as they returned to their places. Once everyone was seated again I stood up and brought my friend to his feet. With one hand on his hip and the other controlling his captive arm, I guided my captive over to his place in line. Turning in a circle, I laid him down at his place in line and released him, stepping back before he or anyone else could react. Sensei gestured to me and I went over and bowed to him and then sat down beside him.
Sensei very carefully looked me over and then looked at the student rubbing his sore arm. "Anyone else still think Aikido is for sissies?" he asked.
Everyone started looking at each other and, grinning, shaking their heads. Zack shook his head hard to clear it and pointed his finger at me. "You little sneak! Your ass is grass!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and everyone started laughing. Sensei soon had us all working out together and I showed the guys some of the stuff I'd used against them. Zack and his friend Bob, whose arm I'd worked over earlier, both took a proprietary interest in me and stayed close. We got so involved in working out some fine points that we were the last to leave the mat. The martial arts classes were the only people that used this old part of the gym and Zack, Bob and I were the last ones in the building. We stripped off our outfits and walked over to the showers, me between two big hulks of bone, muscle and sinew. Zack introduced Bob to me more formally as Staff Sergeant Taylor, USMC. The high, tight haircut and hard body were what I expected from my Marines, but Cpl. Taylor was exceptional. I was damn lucky to have gotten mechanical advantage over him early in the game because the sheer mass of muscle would have overcome me otherwise. Huge thick neck and heavy plates of muscle over chest and abdomen. Thighs that looked bigger around than my hips and a short, but heavy, cock resting above equally heavy testicles in a heavy bed of coarse public hair.
I felt something funny and turned. Bob was watching Zack and I wash each other. Bob looked at Zack and said, "He's your boy." It was more a statement than a question. Zack just put his arm across my shoulders and nodded. "Thought so." Bob said. "I'd like him to meet my boy. Tell you what. You guys coming to the party at my place tonight?"
Zack looked at me and I just shrugged. "It's just a bunch of the guys getting together to have a good time. Wanna go?" I nodded and Zack turned to Bob. "Sure!"
"Good! Why don't you guys bring your gear and plan on spending the night."
Zack looked at me again and I just nodded slightly to let him know that I'd go along with whatever he thought best. "Okay, Bob. We'll see you there about nine or so." Zack said, "You want to help me wash him?"
"Sure. No problem," Bob answered, just as if offering to help with any day-to-day chore they might be sharing. Zack and Bob carried on a conversation about their duties and studies and Marine stuff while I spaced out enjoying having two macho men apply themselves quite dutifully to the task of making my body as clean as possible. All too soon, Zack swatted my butt and sent me to rinse off under my own shower while he and Bob washed each others backs.
Both of them teased me in a friendly sort of way about being more interested in watching them than getting dressed. I sassed them back and said that I probably would watch them if either one of them had anything to show me. That got me towel snapped and chased with threat of reprisal at some future, unnamed, date in a manner usually only found in Hollywood movies and Reader's Digest articles on terrorism. By the time we left the gym we were all near to tears with laughter and Bob told Zack and me to not forget the party.
Zack kept his arm over my shoulders as we walked companionably home to the dorm. We didn't actually say more that a few words, but it seemed to me that we learned a lot about each other on that walk. Important stuff about trusting each other and wanting to be close together and never parted again.
When we got back to the dorm we went up the elevator and stopped to take a piss before going to our room and hitting the books. Zack insisted that we both have our homework and studying done before starting to party --- so that we didn't have to worry about it later. That matched how I liked to handle things so there was quiet for the next several hours with only occasional interruptions to stretch or ask for a ruler or make a quick observation. We both got done just before 8 PM and Zack stood me between his spread legs and slowly and thoughtfully stripped me naked. He ran his hands all over me, watching my skin stretched and acted under his hands. I just stood there and let him do whatever he wanted to do. I was lost in the sensations of what he was doing and had just about spaced out when he pulled me up against him and covered my ass with one hand as he kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back and wiggled my butt until I felt one of his fingers press up inside of me. Zack finally pulled his head back and looked down at me.
"You know, having a little brother is about the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me."
"Oh, yeah?" I answered, wiggling up against him and giving him my most sultry look, "...and what was THE most wonderful thing?"
"Meeting you!"
My eyes filled with tears and I buried my face against Zack's powerful chest and climbed up into his lap. Zack's arm came around me and he held me, rocking back and forth and just holding me as if I were part of him.
I dozed off like that and didn't wake up until I felt Zack adjusting the water temperature in the shower. I was naked and he was holding me on his hip I snuggled in even closer to Zack as he adjusted the water to a fuzzy warmth and then just held us both in the sprays slickery caress until I slid down to the slick tile floor and pushed him up against the wall. I washed his back and his butt and all up and down his legs before moving the showerhead around to rinse him off. Then I turned him around and leaned his back against the warm wall with the shower spray gently flicking him with warm droplets from the shoulders down. My hands traced slickly around his thick, masculine neck. I loved the feeling of strength, the soft vulnerability of the jugular veins and carotid pulses, the feel of his strongly prominent Adam's apple and the way the heavy muscles of his shoulders swooped up to match the strength and grace of his classic wrestlers neck. The knotted hardness of double handfuls of biceps and lumpy length of triceps gave way to the irresistible dank warmth of cozy armpits and tantalizing hairy strands that forced me to pry up the arm and burry my face in the smell of teenage masculinity until my tongue wiped away all but the faintest trace of his labors and my lips slid down the curve of muscle and wrapped themselves around the most nurseable nipple my lips had ever found. Zack's hand held me to his bulging pectoral and he moaned deep in his chest as I nursed on his breast as ardently and intently as a newborn seeking its first meal.
Some interminable time later, I had nursed repeatedly at both male paps and had most thoroughly washed, laved, lapped, licked, sucked and kissed both lovely armpits. Looking up Zack's torso into his concerned, intent eyes, I smiled and started licking my way down Zack's wonderful body, my arms wrapped up around his torso letting me slide bit by bit down his smoothness. I went frantic at his bellybutton, Rolling my head back and forth and slurping, sucking, sloshing at the delightful depressing, my tongue bursting with delight at the textured feel of Zack's shapely navel.
Zack lay trapped against the wall, alternately trying to force my face into tighter, less tickley contact or weakly trying to push my face away from where it wallowed and groveled in the lickery slobber covering his tight, heaving belly. Moans of deep pleasure were interspersed with rippling muscle reactions to my efforts. The bluntness of Zack's heavy erection kept poking me under the chin and beating against my throat as he added his own slobber to mine to create the exact slickery-tacky lubricant to extract the maximum tactile response from Zack's now supersensitive skin.
I started licking down Zack's flat, heaving belly, first down one side of the swollen, pulsing shaft of his desire and then down the other, returning each time to the shallow well buried under the apex of Zack's now bloated and over-swollen massiveness. Each time I licked down a little further. Further and further as Zack reacted in almost painful sensitivity with vast shudders and claspings of my head to his ardently ticklish belly until he couldn't take it any more and he'd try to push my face away. Any success in escaping was reacted to by his clasping my head desperately back into full contact with his heated skin as I tried to burrow even deeper into the pleasure of contact with his body.
Zack went up on his toes, spreading his knees and gasping frantically for air as my face nuzzled down the groove into his jock flavored groin and the pleasures he normally kept concealed behind cloth. My tongue lapped slowly across the cords suspending his heavily swollen testicles and Zack began sliding down the wall. I guided him down until he was laying on his back , frog-legged under the warm spray as I wallowed around between his legs like a hog rooting out truffles in the fecund richness of my big brothers body. My eager horniness allowed me to get both of Zack's heavy gonads into my mouth at the same time, his low-hanger and a goodly portion of loose sac skin easing slickly down into my throat, forming a loose blockage vastly different from the obstruction caused by his fat porker. I delighted in making the loose gonad bob up and down in my throat, not only for the feel, but also because of the way it made Zack grovel around on the shower floor and beg me over and over to bring him to fruitition. Finally, after most thoroughly cleaning his entire crotch anus and scrotum, I relented and licked my way up the slime flavored shaft. My mouth covered the end of Zack's vastly bloated tumenescence at the same time my finger plowed deeply up his ass and pushed against his prostate trigger. My mouth barely got a grip on the mouth-filling cockhead when Zack arched up and erupted into my mouth. I rode his thrusting loins and kept punching his sensitive inner button with the two fingers I now had up his ass until Zack grabbed my head and drove his cock deeply into me and ground his cockhair into my face, scrubbing me while the last of his thick effusion flowed directly into my stomach.
When Zack collapsed and sprawled catty-wampus across the white- tiled floor I slowly let the thickness of his erection slide sensuously out of my throat. As soon as the fat thickness was totally exposed to the steamy air, I moved up and straddled Zack's hips. With a deep moan of my own, I sat down on Zack's lap, burying his full slickness up inside of my ass. Zack frantically tried to hold me still on his still throbbing and supersensitive cock. I was desperate for sensation however, and had no patience for Zack's weakness. Slapping his hands down to frantic grips on my thighs, I started to rape my macho big brother with my asshole. Fucking him as a man fucks a woman, mounting him and pounding his loins until he was totally submissive and complaisant to my domination. Leaning forward over my big brother, I held myself up with fingertips that twisted and pinched his man-tits as I mauled his lips with my own passion swollen lips and rode his midsection with all the lust and power of a rutting male. Tears filled Zack's eyes and he begged me to bring him off, to not quit fucking him until I forced him into orgasm. I bit into Zack's lower lip and tortured him with my driving hips until he was crying and begging me for release. His masculine sangfroid wiped away as he collapsed into submissive ecstasy under my driving loins, I could feel Zack surrender the last of his control to me. I took his chin in my teeth and pounded him even harder until I felt his truncheon suddenly swell to it's fullest hardness inside of my sensitive sheath. I began to spread my effusion across Zack's belly and chest as I felt him begin to pulse inside of me.
I collapsed Zack's broad chest and wrapped my arms around him. Zack lurched and rolled over on top of me, biting into the webbing in the back of my neck as he began thrusting deeply inside of me, Zack rode me as hard as I'd been riding him until all either of us could do was lay there and quiver.
It was a soft fuzzy sort of world as Zack and I finally got each other up and washed. Zack mostly dried himself before wrapping me up in one of the big bath towels and holding me in his lap so that we could snuggle and kiss. We were leaning forehead to forehead and nuzzling each other when Zack said that we probably ought to start getting ready to go to the party. I agreed and we both tried to comply, but it was over twenty minutes later before we got up and moved down to our room to get dressed. It's a good thing everyone was so honest in the dorm because we totally spaced our toilet gear and left it laying all over the shower area. All that happened is that someone put it all together at one end of the dressing bench. No one ever said even one word about finding two guys shower gear in the same shower.
Zack insisted on dressing me like I was his REALLY little brother. I enjoyed his solicitousness and wallowed in the good feelings of having a big brother taking care of me. I returned the favor by insisting that he wear a pair of my jockey shorts around his narrow loins. My shorts were several sizes too small for him and tightly stretched themselves into a form-fitting tenseness across his flesh causing me considerable time and effort to get his bulgy parts arranged just exactly right in grossly stretched pouch of my white jockey shorts. Finally, he was arranged for a perfect display and he and I worked a really tight pair of Levi's up his legs and snugly over his prominent basket. I especially liked the way his equipment pushed out the fly of his pants, exposing the metal of the button fasteners. I gave Zack a good grope so that he could feel how good he looked. Zack grinned and groped my ass in return as his starched ivy- league shirt rustled and he opened the door so we could head for the party.
We talked as we walked to Bob's house, not about anything special. More like just getting to know each other better, as much by how we talked as what it was we said. In the darkness Zack's voice came across to me as strongly masculine, self- assured and positive with a certain driving eagerness to get on with life. Zack told me later that to him, I sounded like a sprite, a wise elf of the woods who had condescended to share his brightly twinkling energy and deep wisdom with the common mortals around him. Not that he thought I was snooty or anything. On the contrary, he seemed afraid that I might actually be an elf, a sprite to disappear and leave him destitute, broken and shattered in the swirling end of my trail. We hugged each closely, refusing to let go when he told me about that. I slept in his bed that night with him because I was afraid that HE might disappear.
The address we'd been given was given in big numbers against the pillar of an iron gate that was open on one side. Tentatively, we went up the dark driveway until a bend revealed a brightly lit... well, it could only be called a mansion. Complete with balcony and white painted pillars, the building was quietly ostentatious while still giving the feeling of being someone's home. We walked off of the paved driveway and across an acre and a half of finely mowed lawn. Bob came across the porch and down the stairs to meet us in the parking area in front of the house. He hugged us and then held us back at arms length and looked us over. "You two are going to cause a major eruption of stiff dicks and quivering pussy's tonight." he laughed.
I reached forward and brushed my fingertips across the noticeably obvious bulge in his own bluejeans. "Yeah? Well, you ain't no slouch yourself." I drawled. Bob laughed and took us by the elbows and lead us into the big house. He explained that the house belonged to his fathers sister who had married well and was vacationing in Europe this summer. When we got inside he introduced us to Leif, his boy. Thickly blond haired and deeply blue eyed, he was dressed in loose suede pants and a billowy silk shirt. Bob told Leif and I to get to know each other and led Zack off to another room. Leif shyly shook my hand and asked me if I wanted a tour. I said, "Sure," and Leif lead me all around the place, showing me the gardens and the Olympic size swimming pool as well. Leif was about my age and really well build from what I could tell as his loose clothing moved across his body.
Leif finally got brave and asked me how close I was to Zack. I told him that Zack was like my big brother and that I loved him very deeply. Leif said that he and Bob were more like father and son, but that he knew exactly what I meant. I asked him if Bob fucked him like Zack fucked me and he grinned and said, "Not unless Zack is really, REALLY good!" We laughed and said that maybe we ought to get together, all four of us, that night and show each other just exactly how good we could fuck and be fucked. Leif and I were hugging, he had a FANTASTIC body, when Zack and Bob came into the room together. Laughing, Bob hugged us and told us how happy he was that we liked each other.
The party that evening was great. There wasn't as many women as men but the men freely shared the women with each other and even danced with each other whenever they got the urge to dance. We got into dirty dancing and I was passed from man to woman to man to man, everyone taking pleasure in feeling me up and letting me rub all over them. Zack's buddies were all great, all of them treating me just like one of them and talking to me as an equal. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have the respect of athletes that I respected.
Bob slow danced with me, holding me closely and seemingly oblivious to whatever anyone else might think. I kept my eyes open for a while and checked everyone out, but no one seemed to be watching or to very much care what the hell we were doing except for one really good-looking brunette who came over and danced with us a little bit, telling us that if we were looking for a third later, she'd be more than happy to join us. Bob deep-tongued her and then told her that things were a little complicated this evening, but that if she'd like to keep the offer open another evening might be arranged in the near future. I was strangely turned on by the direct lustiness of this woman and eagerly returned the kiss she gave me before she sauntered back across the dancefloor to a young, dark-haired Marine who was waiting for her.
The evening went by all too quickly and friends started to leave, mostly in pairs or larger groups of guys --- and I noticed that not all the pairs were male -- female. The woman from earlier in the evening slipped me some tongue by way of saying good-bye, and her boyfriend gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear that I'd be welcome anytime I wanted to share his girlfriend. I groped his ass in reply and he grinned and groped my basket in return, only then cockily walking off, arm-in-arm with his lady.
As the last people left, I was sad that the party was over --- but excited at the same time to find out what Bob had in mind. We sat on stools around the breakfast bar in the kitchen and Leif served us hot tea with warm frothy milk and honey while Bob explained about him and Leif. Leif was his natural son. Bob had gotten Leif's mother pregnant and married her before leaving on his first overseas tour. Before he got home she was living with another man. Bob left their son with his mother and sent her money every month for his support. The boy was eleven years old when Bob's mother wrote him a long letter describing how the boy was being abused and was out of control. Bob took leave and flew home. He went to his wife's apartment and entered a pigsty where he found her sleeping off whatever drugs the three men in her bed had supplied her with the night before. He found his naked son tied at wrists and ankles and locked in the hall closet. He got the boy into the dirty, smelly clothes that the boy said were the only clothes he had and took him away from the apartment. Bob's mother helped him clean the boy up and get some new clothes for him. She also had to restrain Bob when he found the burn and lash marks all over his son's body.
He and his mother and father talked it over and Bob decided to try and raise the boy himself. His parents were totally willing to help out any way they could, up to and including raising the boy themselves. Bob talked to his commanding officer, who called in the Chaplain. Between them they got Bob permanently assigned to the training cadre base-side where he had been ever since. His expertise in dealing with young Marines, in properly motivating and training them, brought Bob a constant series of promotions and he was now a Staff Sergeant and in charge of the base training command. He had earned a Masters degree in education to go along with his rank and his opinion was appreciated and sought after by many senior officers as well as his fellow enlisted men.
Bob purchased a home in a good section of town that had a really top-notch school run by some friends of his from college. He enlisted the help of the Mexican-American woman who lived in the house on the other side of his backyard fence. They put a gate in the fence so everyone could go back and forth easily. Her husband was a top executive at the biggest factory in town and they had nine boys and three girls of their own so she insisted that one more wasn't going to make any difference one way or another. He tried to pay her but she countered by taking over the back part of his lot to extend her vegetable garden. The neglected gate grew into a solid piece with the landscaping in an open position. Leif spent Bob's duty days and nights with the Cortez family and drew many stares as Mrs. Cortez shopped with her brood of dark eyed and dark haired offspring --- and the one long-haired blond with the arresting blue-violet eyes. The Cortez boys accepted Leif as a cousin and the girls just mostly giggled in his presence.
All was not sweetness and light in the beginning. Leif rebelled in every way possible. Cutting school. Sassing back. Getting into fights and using bad language in front of his teachers whenever he bothered to attend class. Only a few weeks after Leif came to live with Bob they got a message from Bob's mother that Leif's mother had died of an overdose. They flew back to attend the funeral. Afterwards Leif moved from difficult to impossible. Bob really tried to be patient with the boy, knowing that he had a lot to work through and that it really wasn't his fault. The end came when Leif started a fire in the boys room at school, endangering the other students lives.
Bob led Leif down into the basement and explained to him that he understood, at least in part, the pain that Leif was going through. He also explained that, no matter what, a person was responsible for their actions and that he had no intentions of watching his son grow up into a person who would willingly hurt other people. Bob then proceeded to pull down Leif's pants and underpants and put Leif across his lap and blistered his bottom, assuring the boy that there was plenty more of that available if the boy wanted it. He then sent the boy up to bed without any dinner.
Bob felt awful, like he had totally failed his son and couldn't sleep. Running over and over in his mind what he should have done to reach out to the boy. It seemed obvious to him that the best thing for the boy would be to put him in the more stable environment offered by his parents. Tears in his eyes, he had all but made his decision when the partly open door pushed quietly open a bit more and the slight, naked body of his son sidled into his bedroom. In the dim light the boy seemed smaller, defenseless and exposed. Trembling with fear the boy stood there, not knowing what to do. Bob lifted the covers and the tiny warmth of his sons lithe body slipped under the covers in front of him, careful to not touch him but relaxing when Bob lowered the covers and drew the boy up into the warmth of his body where the boy cuddled up against him and quietly began crying. Bob just patiently held the boy in the protective curve of his body until they both quieted and fell asleep.
Leif was to spend many more nights sleeping with his father, whenever he had a nightmare or felt lonely or just wanted the companionship. That first morning they woke up in what was to become their standard position. Curved together on their sides with Bob plastered to Leif's back, his erection sticking out between Leif's thighs and Leif's hand holding whatever excess dick stuck through. It was as if the boy had two dicks. One hairless little boy dick and one man-sized organ sticking out below it. When Leif realized that I was awake he started to stroke Bob's erection, causing it to throb and seep a string of crystalline pre-lube. Bob tried to stop Leif without hurting his feelings and ended up tickling the boy into paroxysms of laughter until he squealed that he was about to pee the bed. Bob grabbed him up in his arms and ran into the master bathroom with him. Both of them were too hard to pee into the toilet so they got into the shower and Bob turned on the water to a steamy warm. Laughing, they both started peeing into the corner of the shower, yellow streams joining to run together down into the drain as they showed off in front of each other, making their streams arch across the shower, waggling their dicks at each other and squeezing the bottom tube to cut off the flow only to release it again into a burst of needed relief. Bob said that they were both laughing so hard that they had tears in their eyes until they were both sighing in relief as the last of the overnight pressure relieved itself. Shaking off the last evidence of his morning piss, Bob moved the showerhead around to rinse away the last of the urine off the floor and then grabbed a washcloth and bar of soap and started to wash his son.
Leif started to tremble all over and Bob asked him what was the matter. It took a bit of doing, but Leif finally managed to tell his father about how his mother sold his body to several of her boyfriends and how they had hurt him, not caring that he was a virgin or that he was in pain. Bob ended up sitting on the floor of the shower, holding his son in his lap and telling the boy over and over through their tears that no one was ever going to hurt Leif like that again.
They still had sessions down in the basement where Bob worked on getting Leif's attention, but Leif blossomed under Bob's military-like discipline. He seemed to need the boundaries and limits his father set for him and after puberty was quite clear about letting his father know that he expected Daddy to control his sex life as much as any other part of his life. Together, they discovered that Leif really enjoyed various forms of discipline and needed the structure his father brought into his life. Together, they created a "playroom" in the basement where some of Leif's favorite fantasies could be played out. Bob found out, much to his amazement, that he got a major charge out of being a disciplinarian and teaching his son how to behave. There had always been an openly sexual dimension to their relationship and as Leif developed sexually, that openness became more and more direct and immediate.
As we drank our coffee Bob and Leif explained that while their relationship involved some strong and definite methods of discipline, that they had no expectations for Zack and I to become involved in that unless we wanted to. He further explained that they would like us to be friends, even very close friends, but that they would respect whatever limits either Zack or I chose to set.
Zack put his arm around my shoulder and told Bob that sometimes I needed correction as well and didn't seem to mind it when he spanked my bare ass. In fact, he said, it seemed like sometimes I egged him into giving me a spanking before we had sex even if I hadn't done anything wrong.
I blushed and hung my head, trying to hide my face against Zack's chest. Bob lifted my chin with two fingers and asked me if I liked it when Zack spanked me. I nodded my head, "Yes," and then buried my face back into Zack's chest. Bob stroked my hair and thanked me for being honest and then lifted my chin again and asked me if, sometime, I'd like him to give me a spanking with Leif watching or if I'd like to watch him giving Leif a spanking. My dick sprung up totally hard in my lap and I blushed bright red at the mere thought of either scene happening. I looked at Zack and he just gave me a small smile and nodded to me, giving me permission to answer any way I wanted too. I blushed even hotter and buried my face against Zack's chest again. Bob rubbed the back of my neck and asked me to answer his question. I finally managed to admit that I'd probably enjoy either event if it ever happened. Bob said that Leif had made a bad mistake that morning and that Zack and I could come downstairs with them to watch his punishment or that we could wait upstairs until they were done. Both Zack and I wanted to watch and we asked Leif if it was okay with him for us to watch. Leif blushed, but admitted that it made him horny to think of us watching him get his behind paddled.
Bob told Leif to strip naked, which he did right there in front of us without argument or discussion, even if he was a little bashful while doing so. As he bared himself I was at first amazed and then unsure of myself, sidling over closer to Zack for protection. Leif was wearing a leather contraption that covered his crotch except for a hole that his cock stuck out through, only to be trapped in a wire cage that was part of the harness. Bob explained that Leif had been caught masturbating that morning after being told not too, so he had spent the entire day in his chastity belt. Bob made Leif walk over and show me how the cage held his cock so that he couldn't even get an erection, much less play with himself. The device worried me, but at the same time it was making me sexually excited seeing how Leif was being controlled. Bob explained that the key to the belt was in his jewelry box, where Leif could get to it if he needed to and that Leif stayed in the belt only because he knew he should. Bob encouraged me to feel all over the belt and I realized that it was built a lot like a jock strap, only a lot stiffer. Leif's cock felt funny through the bars of the cage it was trapped in and I saw him start to get stiff, only to be twarted by a couple of bars that were out of alinement and that caused a severe kink in the shaft of Leif's pecker.
I asked Leif how he could pee with that thing on and he showed me how it was hinged at the bottom and how he could release a catch up at the top of the cage which let the whole affair swing down horizontally so he could pee without making a mess. Bob snapped the cage back up into position and told Leif to get downstairs for his penalty. Leif immediately scampered through a door in the kitchen and down a flight of stairs, out of sight. Bob asked if Zack and I would like to watch and we both said, "Yes" at the same time. He led us downstairs and through another doorway into what he called, "Leif's Playroom." Bob showed us through what could only be referred to as a miniature dungeon and explained that this was just a few of Leif's favorite toys and that the dungeon at their house was much better equipped. He also explained that nothing in this room was ever used as punishment. If Leif actually needed to be punished it was done by grounding him and making him sleep in his own bed instead of sharing his fathers bed. All of Leif's toys had been selected by him, bought by him or built by him. He had quite a good shop at home and made a good deal of money turning his dreams into real equipment that was readily bought up by a whole group of affictionatos who appreciated the concepts and craftsmanship in Leif's toys.
Once I seemed comfortable with what was about to happen, Bob led Leif over to what looked like a lightly padded sawhorse and bent him over the top of it, fastening Leif's wrists and ankles to the legs of the device so that he couldn't move out of that position very well. Leif's ass was well exposed in his bent over position. Bob found us two seats and asked Zack and me to sit down and to please be still and quiet until he was done. Then he walked back over to Leif and asked him if he was ready and if he had anything to say. Leif just said that he was sorry he hadn't paid attention that morning and Bob told him he was sure that he WOULD be sorry. He then picked up a leather strop about five inches wide, a quarter inch thick and maybe ten inches long with a handle and a bunch of holes punched through the strop. One after another. Taking his time and watching Leif in-between strokes, Bob whacked Leif's increasingly red behind with solid strokes of the heavy leather paddle. Leif's eyes teared over, but he kept his butt lifted so that Bob had easy access to the best spanking areas. I was hanging onto Zack's arm as if my life depended on it, flinching every time Leif received another stroke of the black leather. Zack's hand was holding onto my painfully erect crotch. His hand clenched with every stroke to Leif's ass, bringing a sharp stab of pleasure to my groin each time Leif's ass was paddled.
Bob took a break after five strokes and used a clean cloth to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Looking first at us, Bob stepped in front of Leif and methodically stripped himself naked, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood. His body was magnificent. Solid and obviously hard, covered everywhere with a fine pelt of black hair that thickened under his arms, in the middle of his chest, and around the thick, heavy tool jutting erectly from his crotch. Bob walked slowly over beside Leif again, letting all of us see how smoothly he moved and how heavy his cock was as it swung heavily from side to side with each step. Bob felt of Leif's ass and patted it before lifting up the paddle again and setting himself spraddle- legged to finish Leif's penalty.
"You ready?" he asked.
Leif just nodded his head and Bob took his time laying on a stroke harder than any of the previous ones across the burning ass cheeks. Leif reacted to that one. Jumping and pulling against his bonds as the blow landed. Bob waited for Leif to settle down and then suddenly landed another significant blow that jerked Leif up solid against his restraints. He barely slumped back down when the next blow landed and then the next. Bob waited for Leif to get his breathing back under control and then asked him, "Are you going to listen to me the next time I tell you to do something?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good!" The final blow landed with a firmness that rocked Leif's body. Both he and Bob had heavy, drooling erections by now and I was hanging onto Zack's beefy arm so hard that the hand that he'd moved into my lap was actually turning blue. My hunky man and I sat there totally entranced as Bob took out some ointment and rubbed it into Leif's bright red asscheeks. Watching really excited me, but when Leif's father started working his big fingers in and out of his son's ass... well... I just about lost it. Zack tried to get me to calm down so he could watch what Bob was doing to Leif (secretly, part of my mind was hoping that Zack was taking copious notes so that he could do some of those things to me) but I kept pulling at him, trying to get him to grope my crotch while I humped off into his hand. Zack finally told me to knock it off, and I held still for a bit, more because of shock than anything else. When I recovered Zack was definitely on my short list.
Defiantly, I started humping Zack's arm again. He turned and looked at me.
"You're really asking for it, boy!"
Stareing directly into his eyes I challengingly thrust my erection into the palm of his hand.
The next thing I knew I was between Zack's legs and he was stripping off my t-shirt and then my pants and underpants, sliding off my shoes and socks as he pulled my pants loose. I was headed face-down across his lap before I really realized what was happening. I started to struggle and fight Zack, but that made little, if any, difference. Zack had me down across his lap and was spanking my butt before I could effectively do anything about it. I really didn't mind being naked in front of Bob and Leif, but getting spanked in front of them was something else entirely. Blushing, I turned to see if they'd noticed what Zack was doing to me. Bob had moved around the sawhorse and was holding the back of Leif's head with his cock stuck more than half-way into Leif's mouth and throat. Leif was stretched up on his arms so he could reach Bob's cock and you could see the muscles in his back and arms straining to keep Bob's cock right where it was. They were both watching what Zack was doing to me.
Blushing bright red when I noticed them watching me, I turned my face down to the floor and concentrated on not crying. Zack wasn't goofing around. He was really making my butt sting. I realized that I'd been pushing pretty hard, but I think most of Zack's reaction was because he'd gotten a lot more worked up watching Bob and Leif than I'd realized. I could feel Zack's cock throbbing against my belly as he spanked me and I got really excited knowing how turned on all of this was making my big brother.
I could feel the tension in the room release when I happily surrendered to Zack and lifted my butt to him so he could really work it over. Zack felt me give in and used he arm not actively involved in whacking my ass to pull me tight up against his belly as he leaned into his work. The heat of his body, of his leg against my belly and throbbing cock, of his belly against my side and his arm across my back, the burning heat of his cock against my tummy, all of this was spurred on by the heat Zack was generating in my ass. The burning in my ass swelling and spreading, making my stomach roil and twist as huge surges of lust flashed through my body. I was pumping so much pre-lube that it felt like I was continually cumming. I glanced back at Bob and Leif and was immediately turned-on by how intent they were on watching what Zack and I were doing. Bob was all tensed up, pulling up on his toes and arching into Leif's face where his cock was now completely disappearing. Leif was straining his eyes around, trying to pay attention to what he was doing to Bob's cock and yet not miss anything Zack and I were doing. I swear he grinned at me around Bob's big cock when he noticed me looking at him. I could hardly believe how excited they were getting over what we were doing, at least not until I remembered how horny I got watching them.
Leif pushed up with his arms off his very fingertips, muscles pulling and twisting, cording into knots in his arms. Tense, straining muscles arched Leif's back up as hard as they could as Leif tried to keep as much of Bob's cock in his mouth as he could possibly reach and engulf with his eager, outreaching lips. Bob responded to Leif's efforts in tense reaction that had him up on his toes, straining and arching his loins forward to thrust himself as much as possible into Leif's obviously active and desirable buccal orifice. One hand hooked behind the boy's head, the other hand holding his own magnificently glowing buns, Bob's long middle finger fed down through the crack to where he was obviously frigging himself. Both sweaty bodies highlighted musculature shone in ruby splashed light from the wall sconces that lit a stately dance between two pulchritudinous males that was as old as mankind itself --- and before.
Zack continued to work my ass over and I strained up so he could make it feel even better against my tight-muscled ass. I hung onto Zack's leg, softly begging him to really work my ass over. To make me and Bob and Leif... and especially himself... feel as good as possible.
Leif was straining around working desperately for more stimulation, rocking the sawhorse around until it sounded like he might break it. I was on the verge of a gut-wrenching orgasm burning with a fierce glow that started at my ass and spread throughout my body.
"Come over here and fuck my boy." Bob said. "He needs it bad and arched up like that he'll be the tightest boy pussy you'll ever have."
Zack stopped spanking me and just stared at Bob, his hand resting on my burning ass. Tears filled my eyes. I was right on the razor-sharp edge of orgasm, one or two more swats would have seen me over the edge into nirvana.
"Put that boy of yours in the corner and come over and give my boy what he needs." Bob said in a very commanding voice.
Zack stood up, setting me on my feet with effortless ease as he did. Lube streaming from both our cockheads, holding me by the arm, Zack led me over to the corner of the basement and told me to put my hands on top of my head and to not take them down, no matter what. Then he pushed my nose into the corner and told me to stay there with my nose in the corner until he personally came to lead me away. I made up my mind right then that I wasn't going to move, even if the house burned down around my ears, until Zack came and led his little brother away by the hand.
Luckily, the walls were mirrored and I could not only hear, be see almost everything that went on in the room. I watched as Zack walked up behind Bob and put his arms around his neck and plastered his now naked body up against Bob's fine back and ass. The older Marine was a burly, beefy, bulk muscled, hairy MAN. He turned his head and took possession of Zack's lips, kissing him with a passion that rocked me to my soul. These two men REALLY had something going one for each other. I heard both of them moaning and Leif slurping and sucking and my eyes filled with tears. My stomach sick and churning with my postponed orgasm and the sudden fear of loosing Zack, I thought I might pass out or throw up.
"Oh, Sarge!" Zack said in a husky, passionate voice. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you didn't have a boy of your own and I was afraid that you wouldn't understand me."
"But I loved you!"
"I know you did, Zack. I know you did. But I couldn't risk what I have with Leif, no matter what!"
More tears filled my eyes as Zack continued,
"You know, Sarge... Jon and I were born within minutes of each other, and our hearts tell us that we were twin brothers, separated at birth and waiting for each other all theses years. We want to be brothers. We need to be brothers. I need Jon and anyone or anything that gets in the way of that is going to be C R U S H E D! But I need you too! I want you and I need you to be there for me." Zack shook his head and turned it to face me. Unpeeling himself from Bob's back, Zack came over to me. Taking my shoulder he turned me around and looked deep into my eyes. I looked back until I actually understood his need for the older, more mature man. Glancing over to where Bob stood flatfooted, waiting for whatever Zack was going to do, I looked back at Zack and with a big smile on my face, I nodded my head "Yes".
With a big grin of his own, Zack leaned forward and kissed me and then turned me back to face in the corner. Bending down, he kissed my ear, swatted my ass and whispered, "Watch this! I think you're going to like it." The hand that had slapped me gave me a final grope as Zack walked back and draped himself over Bob's hard body.
"Hey, Sarge. Me and my little brother need a daddy. If it's okay with your son, we'd like you to be our Dad, Sarge. Please? I need you!"
Zack was wiggling up against Bob like a puppy trying to make friends with a big dog.
Bob looked down between his legs and then reached behind him and pulled Zack around in front of him and kissed him long, hard and deep. "Now get over there and screw your little brothers ass while I fuck his face... Son."
Zack got all teary and mushy and I kind of missed what happened next. I guess because my own eyes were pretty blurry. Zack gave our new Dad a huge kiss and the next thing I knew he was behind Leif trying to tear his ass up. I knew what it felt like when Zack got all male studly like that and my asshole started twitching and sucking at air and my boner got so hard it hurt. I admit that right then I was jealous of Leif, and wanted to be tied to that sawhorse in-between those two humping Marine stud animals.
My eyes were full of the tears of need and my ears were full of the sounds of two stallions working their way up to exploding their seed when Zack panted out, "No! No! Not like this!" Startled, everyone froze as Zack unplugged from Leif's tight ass and moved around him pushing Bob back so he could jam his big cock into the helpless Leif. Leaning forward and lifting his ass up, Zack looked over his shoulder. "Come and get it, Sarge. It's all yours if you want it!"
With a deep moan, the man who was going to be our dad moved up behind Zack and, holding his fat cock in one hand and Zack's shoulder in his other hand, said, "You've got it, Corporal. I've been wanting this fine ass for years, and now I'm going to tear it up!", as he plunged his cock all the way up Zack's ass in one hard thrust.
Zack went up on his toes and screamed, "YESSSSSsssssssssss!"
"Jesus Christ! Oh, God!!! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Goddddddddddd! Tight hot Marine ass! Ahhhhhhh! Fuckin' tight hot Marine ass! I'm fucking your ass, Corporal! I'm fucking your ass, Son!"
Cursing and humping and straining against each other, both big men started to bellow deep down in their chests as they exploded . My dick felt like it was on fire and my nuts were pulled up so tight against my body that they ached. I wanted desperately to grab my cock and beat it into a froth, but Zack told me to keep my hands on top of my head and no way was I going to disobey him at this point.
Bob and Zack finally managed to disengage from their sexual connections. Zack turned around and Bob pulled him into his arms and they shared a huge kiss before Bob turned and, tucking Zack in under his arm (God, he was a BIG man!), headed for the staircase. Stopping, Bob looked at me and said, "Come here, boy."
I looked at Zack, but didn't move from the corner.
"It's okay, Babe. Anything Dad says takes precedent over my orders. Okay?"
A little doubtfully, I nodded agreement and sort of bashfully walked over to where they were standing with my hands still on my head. I had to walk sort of spraddle-legged because it hurt my nuts if I didn't. My cock was throbbing with every beat of my heart, sticking straight up and it's curve pushing the totally exposed cockhead up against my smooth belly. My whole front was dripping with pre-cum and clear streams of sex fluid were pulsing out of my dick with every heart throb.
Bob looked me up and down. "What do you think of being my son?"
His Marine directness and bluntness sort of took my breath away and I just nodded.
Bob looked at me with those piercing grey eyes of his and finally nodded. "Okay. That will have to do for now... Son." Looking down at my mid-section, he got a wolfish grin on his face. "Take care of that thing and then," tipping his head towards Leif, "let your brother out of that contraption and come join your big brother and me." "Leif! We'll be in my bedroom. You show your brother where it is!"
With that, he turned and lead Zack up the stairs out of my sight.
Part the Third
Me and Leif
I stood there like a dummy, looking at the empty stair case until I heard a noise behind me. Leif was moving around on the sawhorse like he was uncomfortable or something. "Hey! Would you mind letting me loose before you beat off?" Leif asked.
Sort of snapping out of my trance, hands still on my head and my body completely exposed to this really good-looking blond guy. I hopped to take care of him like I'd been told to do. Threads of thick, crystalline slime flew through the air with every step I took and one long streamer landed right across Leif's face. I started to apologize, but he just licked off what he could get to with his tongue and grunted, "Ummmm! Good! I'd like some more of that sometime."
I knelt down behind him and laughed, "You're welcome to all you want. I can't stop it from flowing when I get horny." Leif and I both laughed and I bent forward to undo the padded cuff holding his ankle. Somehow, my fingers just fumbled with the leather as my nose filled with the smell of Zack and Leif mixed together. I sniffed around a little bit and the most powerful sexy odor was coming out of the crack of Leif's ass. Without thinking, I held onto Leif's ankles and buried my face in the crack of his fine ass. Out of control and wallowing my face around in the humid confines of Leif's pulsing ass, I tried to suck and lick up every smidgen of the juices Zack had deposited in this fragrant cleft.
Leif had about as much restraint as I did. Moaning and groaning and arching his butt up into my face as his asshole pulsed and throbbed and tried to open up and grab my tongue. I didn't mind and plunged my tongue into the velvet soft opening and felt the pleasure of Leif closing his hold and grabbing my tongue until my lips were kissing the pucker that was gripping my tongue so tightly. I stumbled to my feet and was standing there my fingers touching the tiny hairs at the base of Leif's spine with all the weight of an anorexic butterfly as my body shuddered and shook with need.
Leif looked over his shoulder and lifted his butt up at me. "Do it! Do it!" he incited me.
Holding my breath, I pushed my magic wand down as far as I could and then leaned forward until I could line up the glistening cockhead with the exposed pink of Leif's insides. The grossly swollen mushroom head of my cock touched and then spread the plush lining of Leif's guts until they flowed smoothly around the blunt curves of the broad intruder until I could feel the warm slickness leak up over my corona and start sliding up the burning shaft of my cock. I dropped across Leif's back, not even thinking of how it might hurt him, bent over the thin part of the sawhorse like he was, and started fucking his ass like my life depended on it. There was no beginning and no end to my orgasm. I started to cum as Leif's warmth encompassed me and didn't stop cumming until I was sprawled unconscious across his back.
Leif moving uncomfortably underneath of me finally brought me back to some sort of contact with the real world and I realized what I had just done to this poor, bound boy. Shame reddening my face, I reach down, still laying on his back, and quickly undid the cuffs on his wrists. Sliding off his back to get to his ankles, my cock unplugged from his ass and the fragrance halted my downward progress as I buried my face between Leif's tight buns one more time. This time it was a mixture of my own and Leif's scents that drove me crazy. Leif stood up and squatted down so I could suck all my cum out of his hot ass. Following the scent trail my mouth found the most wonderful, totally hairless ballsac and my tongue flipped them inside so I could suck all of my juice as well as Leif's sweat and funk off of the lovely balls. Leif groaned as I sucked the balls deep into my throat and tried to move his foot so he could relieve the pressure on his stretched-out sack. He lost his balance and went down on his back onto the wrestling mat,, pulling both me and the sawhorse over with him.
I was too startled to let go of my mouthful of nuts and Leif held my head to his groin and he moaned with the fear of loosing his nuts when we hit the ground. The sawhorse hit me in the back of the head and made my eye's spin. Leif was carefully holding my head and jaw in his big hands, trying to keep me from biting his nuts off. I looked up at his fantastic electric blue eyes and he looked down at me, slobber all over my face and his nuts in my mouth. He started laughing and I realized how ridiculous we must look and started laughing too. Leif folded forward and tried to hold my head still to protect his aching balls. That made me laugh even harder and Leif just groaned, half in pleasure and half in fear of loosing his nuts. Still laughing, I let his nuts slide out of my mouth and plop down between his legs. Wrapping my arms around the small of his back to help keep him bent up like that,, my mouth slid around his really neat cock until my forehead was pressed against his smooth and hairless belly and my lips and nose were buried in the fluffy, silky softness of his little pubic patch.
Leif groaned in pleasure and wrapped his hands over my head and clasped us together with all his strength as he started to spooge in huge, lunging thrusts down my throat. His cock was just long enough in this position so that his big cockhead was right in the entrance of my throat. I got plenty of cum in my mouth to taste as his flaring rim popped back and forth, in and out of the portal to my esophagus. Leif was clench toothed and whining as he hunched and pulled against my mouth and I sucked and worked my tongue to give him every bit of pleasure I possibly could.
The air finally exploded out of Leif and he collapsed backwards, throwing his arms out sideways and gasping for breath. I sucked and milked the last drops of the superlative sauce and Leif cringed and tried to push me away from his super-sensitive cockhead. I sucked down as hard as I could and slowly let Leif pull his cock back until the fat cork at the end popped out of my mouth with a loud popping sound. Leif fell back onto the foam wrestling matt and half moaned, half laughed with the pleasure he was feeling. Gently, softly, tickley, I started to wash Leif's thighs and groin and balls with my tongue, sedately cleaning his flushed flesh as he lay there trembling and twitching as he rocked his head back and forth moaning. One hand on my head, he kept contact with me as I drove him beyond his own sensorium into a land of hallucination. When I pushed his thighs up and stuck my tongue back up his ass, his arms and legs jerked out as far as they could and Leif passed out as my tongue slithered up his tain't.
I reached down and unbuckled the restraints from around Leif's ankles and pushed the sawhorse back up on its feet, giving it a nice pat for being so helpful. I crawled up alongside Leif and checked to make sure he was okay, and then just laid now next to him and watched his beautiful face until he recovered and turned to weakly smile at me.
"Hi, Brother!" I said.
He smiled wider. "Having brothers is going to be really cool, I think." he said.
Grinning, I got up and reached a hand down to help him up. He smiled and took my hand. I pulled him to his feet and said something about how we'd better get upstairs. He said there wasn't any hurry and that we should get cleaned up first and led me over to the tiled in showers in the corner of the basement. We only turned on one shower and got under it, giggling and touching each other like a couple of seventh graders in gym class. We whispered and giggled and laughed as we told each other about ourselves and our relationships with our men. Leif told me how much he liked being a little boy for his Dad and I told him how much I liked being Zack's little brother and what a Marine stud he was. Leif told me that his, our, Dad had talked to him before about wanting Zack and that maybe we should give them some time together alone. We cuddled up under the warm shower spray and giggled about that until I slid down Leif's front and took his cock in my mouth again until he boned up and gave me a good face-fucking and another mouthful of his sweet tasting cum.
Leif turned around and bent over, exposing his ass to my face. I burrowed in and left him spotlessly clean before standing up and mounting him like a young buck in heat. I fucked him like a dog fucks a bitch and didn't stop until I could slide down his long legs and clean my cum out of his ass. When I was done he pulled me to my feet and we hugged each other and giggled and told each other how much fun being brothers was going to be.
Looking at me with a gleam in his eyes that I just knew was going to get us in trouble, Leif grinned and then looked up like he could see through the floor above us and whispered, "You want to do something special for those guys?"
Not knowing what he was thinking of, but entranced by Leif's eagerness, I nodded my head 'Yes.'
We listened at the bedroom door and all we could hear was some soft talking. Leif knocked softly on the door and asked, "Daddy? Is it okay if we come in now?"
A deep voice answered, "Sure. Come on in boys."
Leif took my hand and we both took a deep breath before he led me into the big master bedroom. Dad and Zack were laying face- to-face, all tangled up together. Dad looked over his shoulder at us, and just stared for a second.
"What the fuck? You boys get over here!" Pushing himself up, Dad untangled himself from Zack's muscled limbs and sat on the edge of the bed. Leif led me over in front of his father and stopped there, still holding my hand and leading me like I was the little brother.
"What the Fuck?!?!?" Dad said again and gently put a hand on each of us. Leif turned his head and winked at me with the eye Dad couldn't see and we both put our thumbs in our mouths just like we'd planned, just standing there sucking our thumbs while Dad ran his hands all over us.
I saw Zack's arm snake up around Dad's waist and Zack laid his warm head against Dad's cool back. "What is it, Sarge?" Zack asked.
"I'll be God-dammed!" was all Dad said.
Zack peeked around Dad's side at us to see what Dad was talking about.
"Would you look at that!" Dad said as his hands searched all over our bodies. "Not a God-dammed hair on either one of them! Hairless and naked as a pair of new born babies."
Zack reached out and ran his fingertips from the base of my spine back out between my legs and up around my pubes. "Jeeze!!!" was all he could say.
Dad and Zack looked at each other and then Dad said, "Put your arms up."
Leif and I took our thumbs out of our mouths but kept hole of each others hand as we lifted our arms straight up into the air. Zack reached up and touched my totally smooth armpit and said, "Jeeze!!!!!!" I was beginning to question Zack's intelligence. Seemed like all he had to say was, "Jeeze!"
Zack reached up and touched my totally hair less armpit and then dropped to my equally hairless crotch. "Jeeze!"
I giggled like a naughty little boy and Dad swatted my bottom and told me to quit picking on my big brother like that. I laughed and stuck my tongue out at Zack who was now running his hand all over Leif.
"Leif!" Dad said in a stern voice. "Was this your Idea?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Without asking first?"
"yes, sir."
"Zack!"
Startled, Zack's hand stopped feeling all over Leif and he gulped before saying, "Yes, Sir?"
Pointing at Leif, Dad said, "Take your brother into the den and teach him about when he should and when he shouldn't ask before leaping. Paddle his ass if you think it's necessary!"
"Uh. Okay, Sarge, I mean, Dad. I... Uh... that is..."
Zack was sitting up on the edge of the bed by now and Dad reached up and whacked his ass. "Just go do it! I'll call you when it's okay to come back in. Okay?"
Zack looked at me with a worried look on his face but I just looked back at him with a small smile and nodded my head. Zack got up and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "You be a good boy!' Without saying another word he took Leif's hand and lead him through the connecting door into the den and didn't quite close the door all the way behind them.
I looked back and realized just how big and burly and hairy and imposing this huge man was and felt very insignificant and insecure in front of him without even any body hair to hide behind. He took his time and looked me over , very frankly examining my whole body. When he turned his finger around in a circle, I automatically complied and turned around so he could inspect my backside. He motioned to me to turn back around and then patted his thigh, inviting me to sit up there.
I moved over to him, feeling like a little kid again, he was so big. I clambered up, sitting my bare naked butt on his hairy thigh. I couldn't believe how hairy this guy was all over. I sat very upright, very prim and proper, trying to not touch him any more than I absolutely had to. He smiled and put his arm around me and snuggled me into his hairy chest. My hand reached up of it's own volition and felt of the silky soft hair that covered him so densely. He didn't say anything about that but asked me about my life and my family, what my father might think of what I was doing. I told him the truth about everything he asked and told him that I'd talked to my father about my gay feelings and that he had told me that, no matter what, he loved me. I also, without really being asked, talked about how much I loved my father, but how he was an accountant and sort of a nerd and there were somethings I just couldn't do with him or talk to him about.
Sarge said he understood and asked me if I could accept him, not as a replacement for my father, but as a complement to my father, a person I could talk to about "those" things and do the rough and tumble stuff with that I so much desired. I got very thoughtful about that and he just held me while I thought it over. Not pushing me. Not trying to get me to say one thing or another. Just sitting there holding me like he had all eternity for me to come to a decision. I finally sighed and looked up at him, my eyes soft and full of need. He just pulled me in closer to him as I snuggled deeper into his furry chest.
We sat there quietly for a while and then he started to quietly tell me about him and Zack in the Marine Corps. How they'd met and how he'd been giving Zack special training and special attention because he thought Zack had so much potential. As he talked to me, he started asking me about Zack. About how I felt about him and what I thought of him and what having him for a friend, and a brother, meant to me.
He noticed that I was fidgeting around and asked me what the problem was and I, like a little kid, said, "I've got to go potty." Without a word he stood up and with one arm held me to his chest with my head on his shoulder and my thumb once again in my mouth. He walked me into the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. He stood there and held my hand as I went both number one and number two (that's how I was thinking right then) and I was surprised when I realized that I wasn't embarrassed at all. It was like he really was my Dad and that he was doing exactly what a Dad should do with his little boy. I think it was right then that I truly accepted him for my Dad. I didn't feel one bit less love for my natural father, but I began feeling a very special love for this man who was willing to help me grow up and be a real man too.
When I said I was done, Daddy leaned me forward and wiped my bottom for me, and even washed it especially clean with some wet wipes from the counter. I wasn't embarrassed at all, again! This was weird! This guy was treating me like a little bitty kid, and I was loving it!
When he was done cleaning my bottom, he put my thumb back in my mouth and lifted me effortlessly back up onto his shoulder. I wiggled my way down into his hair so it wouldn't poke or tickle me any more and sighed in satisfaction. Dad carried me over to a tall, ladder-backed chair sitting against the wall and sat down, carefully laying me across his lap, butt up. I knew that our talk was about to get more serious --- and I really didn't mind, in fact, I wanted it to get more serious, --- a LOT more serious.
Dad laid his hand on my behind and started talking to me about responsibility and asking first before doing stuff and what my place was and doing my studies properly and how I should always listen to my older brother and obey him and lots of other stuff. All through that he'd spank my butt to make sure I understood and then he'd lay his hand back down across my increasingly hotter cheeks, an action that I found great pleasure and emotional satisfaction in. All throughout our little talk I could hear murmuring from the den, and the sounds of someone's butt being worked over pretty thoroughly. Somehow, I found that very comforting, knowing that I wasn't alone.
Dad finally set me on my feet and then got up and lifted me back onto his shoulder. He walked over and got a handful of tissues and helped me blow my nose. Then he walked over to the door between the bedroom and den and, without looking through the crack, said, "We're done in here. You can join us any time you're ready." Then Dad moved over to the foot of the bed and sat down on the rocking chair there and arranged me up against himself so that I could burrow back into his chest hair and he could hold me comfortably on his thigh. I discovered his pap hidden in the thicket of hair and the pointy pink tip of my tongue flicked out a dozen times to wet the hair and arrange it out of the way so I could see the dark brown little knob. I glanced up and he was just sort of staring off into space so I took a chance and softly wrapped my rosy lips around the perky nipple. I glanced back up and he was looking at me with a smile on his face. Then he patted my butt and I smiled and closed my eyes, burrowing deeper into the warm fir and nursing deeply at the male cone that peaked from the broad, hard slab of tit muscle I was laying my head on.
My free hand mindlessly stroked and wandered through his chest hair, finding the other nipple and gently playing with it until it was stiff and hard too. My hand kept wandering, pretty much on its own without much thought from me until I notice that my fingers were getting tangled up in a longer, thicker, more curly sort of hair. Sleepily content, my eyes barely opened to see what was happening. There were my fingers, almost totally out of sight in the densest pubic patch I'd ever seen, My eyes became more and more alert as my fingers thoroughly explored this thick, springy patch and I got to thinking what that resilient buffer would feel like, pressed against my butt.
With one finger, I reached out and tentatively touched the root of the wide, soft shaft that flowed out of the tangle of pubic hair. With the now fat nipple still in my mouth, I glanced up at the big man I was touching. With a pleased look on his face, he said, "Go ahead, Son. Explore if you want. Find out what you want to know. Contentedly, reassured, I looked back down and traced my finger over the broad curves of my Dad's impressive man meat. It responded positively to my uncertain explorations by filling and spreading and rising so that I could get to more and more of its bulky self. His foreskin was heavy, but not particularly long and his cock grew a LOT as it filled up and got harder and harder, pushing the nose and part of the crown of his distended cockhead out in the open where I could see it and trace its outlines with my extended, trembling finger.
While I explored, Daddy's hand caressed my back and then my behind, finally letting a finger explore deep into the crease dividing Zack's favorite playground, as he called it. My butthole contracted and then opened up when the broad fingertip tapped for entrance. The finger entered me but my new Daddy noticed that I was slightly uncomfortable with his finger sticking into me. He pulled his finger gently out of me and carried me across the room. He set me down on my feet and I reluctantly let go of his titty, but wrapped my hand around his distended cockshaft as he bent me over the dressing table. Picking up a jar of Pond's cold cream, he opened it and carefully lubricated my behind until he could easily run his fingers in and out of me. I stayed bent over and trembled in pleasure as he worked on lubricating and loosening up my little rosebud. When he had my butt the way he wanted it he picked me back up and gave me the jar of cold cream to carry. I held onto it while my new Daddy arranged us back in the rocking chair. He took the open jar from me and set it on the table next to the rocking chair on top of a couple of magazines.
I took the still wet nipple back into my mouth and used my upper hand to move Daddy's hand back onto my ass and then went back to exploring his distended member. Daddy started playing with my behind and was giving me the best finger job of my life, making my weiner hurt it was so hard. First one and then two fingers worked my hole over and when Daddy slipped a third finger in there I got MAJOR horny. Reaching over to the table, I scooped up some of the cold cream and started slicking up Daddy's cock so I could try to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. Daddy grunted when the cold ointment first touched him but was soon moaning in pleasure and really working my asshole over.
I giggled with the pleasure and twisted around so I could get a foot up on each of Daddy's thighs. Pushing against Daddy's hard tummy with both hands, I managed to raise my ass up over his midsecion. Daddy caught on right away and guided his sweating cock into my opened up fuck chute. He grabbed the arms of the rocking chair and pushed back with his head against the hard wood as I sank down, sucking his heat up into me as I lowered myself carefully until I KNEW what his springy bush felt like against my ass. I really wanted this, but it hurt. I was stretched out further than ever before and he stuck up inside of me further than Zack could reach. I tried to relax and let myself adjust to the Daddy sized cock I was sitting on while Daddy was fighting to hold still and not scream out loud. Funny noises came out of him anyway and I was dammed and be sure NOT going to give up on what I was doing to him. I finally managed to lower my legs until I was seated firmly in his lap with my legs extended along the broad, muscular upper surface of his hairy thighs.
Daddy wrapped both of his arms around me and kissed the back of my head. I turned my head and he gently kissed my lips as his hands swept over my body, feeling my totally hairless slickness while my hands were equally happy behind me, exploring his hairy belly and ass. We both started laughing when he found out I could relax my belly muscles so that he could grab his own cock while it was still up inside of me. For whatever reason, we both thought that was hilarious, and I realized that his cock now felt perfectly at home and didn't hurt me at all, rather, it was giving me immense pleasure.
We just sat there quietly for a bit.. Touching each other gently and very much enjoying all the contact we had in this position. I heard a noise and looked up just in time to see Zack open the door and push Leif into the bedroom ahead of him. Leif's ass was bright red. I don't mean a little bit bright red, I mean BRIGHT red! Zack had a honking big boner with a long stream of his viscous pre-lube spinning down towards the rug.
"Well, did you boys get things worked out?" Daddy asked.
"Yes, Sir. I think so." Zack said. Leif just stood there rubbing his butt and nodding.
"Why don't you take Leif to bed and show your brother and me just how much you want to screw him?"
Zack looked over at Leif and then back at Daddy and me and grinned. I think he thought I was just sitting there and didn't know that Daddy was up inside of me. He turned back to Leif and flicked his finger towards the bed. I knew how Zack got when he was really horny and was glad for Leif when he didn't say anything but just jumped up on the bed and bounced over to the middle, laying his chest down on the bedspread, staying on his knees, leaving his butt sticking up in the air. Zack crawled up behind him and grabbed an asscheek in each hand, his strong fingers making white indentations in the burning red globes. He pulled Leif around to were Daddy and I could see everything that was going on and then buried his face in Leif's butt. Leif started moaning uncontrollably as Zack attacked his asshole with lips, teeth and tongue while he rhythmically squeezed the plump buttocks.
Watching this and the way Zack mounted and inserted his cock and then the way Zack laid heavy meat to his younger brother like the stud Marine he most assuredly was made me so horny that my asshole first clamped down around Daddy's thick shaft and then started pulsing and sucking at the mancock, desperately seeking relief. Daddy told me to hold still and just watch what my brothers were doing. He kept telling me that, but had to slap my ass or belly every once in a while to get my attention and make me hold still.
Zack gave Leif a really good fucking, I could tell from personal experience, and I was fascinated thinking that Zack must look like that while he was fucking me. Just thinking about that made me so horny that I couldn't believe it and Daddy had to swat my ass several times to keep me from raping him.
I think Leif was enjoying Zack's fucking as much as I would have and was certainly trying to return the favor, wiggling his ass around and rearing up into Zack's most powerful thrusts as eagerly as if he was the one doing the fucking instead of the one being fucked. He and Zack exploded at the same time and went wild, Leif spooging all over the place as they rolled over and over and Zack cumming so much that it was leaking out of Leif's ass in a great flood.
We watched them until they were laying there exhausted, limp dicked, but still connected and panting hard for breath.
Daddy kissed my ear and then whispered, "You ready?"
All I could do was nod eagerly as my quern quickly quivered quite quakingly around Daddy's now throbbing manshaft. He lifted me, not quite removing himself from inside of me, and then sat me back down on his lap. I moaned so loud that both Zack and Leif looked over just in time to see Daddy lift me for the second time.
"Jeeze! Look at that!" Leif exclaimed.
Zack didn't say anything. He just quickly climbed out of bed and moved over so he could look right up between Daddy's legs and watch what he was doing to my asshole. I proudly smiled at Zack and he winked at me before squatting down so he could see better. Leif climbed out of his Dad's bed and walked over behind Zack with his big old boner leading the way. I laughed when Leif crouched down behind Zack and snuck his dick up the spread ass in front of him. Zack was so entranced by what Daddy was doing to me that I not sure he even noticed what Leif was doing before it was WAY too late! We fucked like that, turning each other on more and more (I REALLY got off on watching Leif cornhole our big brother, especially as much as Zack liked what Leif was doing to him). Daddy finally scooted to the front edge of the rocking chair and turned me around so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Then he stood up and, still bouncing me up and down, walked over to the bed and laid me down on my back, staying on top of me and pulling my legs up over his shoulders before laying completely down on top of me so that he could stick his tongue in so deep that he could lick my tonsils.
He held me like that and gave me a long, slow, loving fucking until I'd come three times and was begging him to fuck me harder and fill my guts with cum. Leif had cum up Zack's ass long ago and they had moved up on the bed and were laying, one on either side of us, watching us make love. Touching and stroking from time to time in loving support, but mostly just being there and sharing the loving feeling. I was getting pretty frantic, trying my best to get Daddy to cum when Zack took pity on me and climbed up on Daddy's back and gave his asshole something to chew on. Zack and Daddy came at the same time, Leif offered me his weeping, throbbing cock and I took it and his offering of sperm into my mouth. I started cumming again spun off into never-never land, not sure if I was dreaming --- or not.
The rest of the weekend was wonderful but it wasn't until Zack and I were walking back to the campus, his arm around my shoulders and me tucked up as close as I could get to him that I realized how much in love I was --- and how much Zack had made all my dreams come true.
I didn't dare pinch myself, afraid that I might wake up --- and discover that this was all nothing but a dream...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz....
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