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I modeled gay porn scenes to support my younger brother, Johnny. and myself. I was screwed in multiple ways after Johnny discovered my part-time job doing porn.
Remember, this story is fiction and in no way condones or condemns the action. This chapter veers in a unique direction from my usual.
Screwed C-5
Johnny and Timmy had their arms around each other as their naked bodies pushed against one another, seeking release. Their tongues explore each other's mouths. Many moans and gasps erupted from each boy. The two friends were so tightly wrapped that their skin appeared to be one boy. Elijah smiled. He often planned to see his brother and Johnny like this, locked passionately and losing control. He now saw what had been a dream since he first saw Dwight and his brother fucking. Timmy and Johnny would fulfill his need.
If everything went as Elijah hoped, he would know what it felt like to enter and be entered by his brother and his friend. Elijah moaned as he watched the two in front of him. Overcome with lust, he moved to where two sets of feet were rubbing against each other. He drooled as he stared at the pretty, pink toes. He found it hard to tell which toe belonged to which boy. Never mind; he intended to suck and lick all of them.
He started by massaging the feet, which caused an increase in noise from the two lovers. Elijah's brain seemed to become a blank with one purpose as he stuck out his tongue and licked the nearest foot. He had to lick each foot. Doing this created more intensity in the pair in front of him. Elijah felt the tenseness and the heat pouring off the two bodies. This drove him further into his love of their feet. Suddenly he felt like he was a part of their lust and as he sucked, he humped the bed chasing release. Whose toe was in his mouth he could not be sure of as he felt his sack tighten and the feeling of imminent release build. Sucking these beautiful toes, running his tongue under the toenail, sucking, drooling on these beautiful toes was how he would climax, and did he ever climax in a release so intense that he screamed, though no juice escaped him as he was still young.
He wanted to suck the toes more, to taste them until their skin shriveled from his drool. Also, he wanted to watch these two lovers who sounded so close in their passion. He backed away in time to watch both teens stiffen and with professions of love from their mouths, Elijah watched the beautiful sight of Timmy and Johnny's exploding orgasms in each other's arms as they devoured one another's mouths.
Later, resting, wrapped in a tangle of limbs and torsos, Elijah brought up the next part of his plan. Johnny and Timmy were to fuck each other.
"Whoa, little brother. We need time to recharge. First, let's finish the pizza. After we can plan the next step."
At the table, wearing no clothes, Johnny looked at the boy with whom had finished having fantastic sex. No, change that. He made love to the little green-eyed boy with the reddish hair who had let him return to his life after the names he had called him. Timmy's face had the cutest freckles. His nipples that Johnny had sucked were still erect. Johnny knew his recharge time was ending.
Reaching across the table, he took Timmy's hand. Its thinness seemed fragile, unlike when it roamed his naked body seeking secret places. Remembering those moments, Johnny felt himself harden. Timmy, staring back, nodding. They rose from the table, pizza slice forgotten, Elijah forgotten. The two boys, who intended to consummate their love, walked together to the bed.
The lube Elijah handed them was like an afterthought as their arms clasped and their mouths mashed in a moaning mess. Elijah stood open-mouthed, watching, wishing he could be part of what he was certain was about to occur. His boner felt harder than it ever had in his nine-year-old life as he looked at his brother and his brother's best friend, both fourteen, give themselves to their rising passion. Elijah watched, his three-inch rod bouncing to every beat of his heart, his index finger rubbing the tip, wishing to be a part of what was to happen, knowing his role was to watch.
Timmy's moaned increased as he ground against Johnny. Johnny held Timmy, making soft shushing noises as he rubbed his lover's hair. Then he guided Timmy to lie on his back on the bed.
"I love you, Timmy. Do you want what we are going to do?"
"Please Johnny, I want nothing more. You will be my first."
"Me too, Timmy. We will both be each other's firsts." He opened the lube tube, fingering Timmy. Elijah watched two fingers go inside his brother, who groaned as he pushed down to take them in as far as he could.
"Johnny, do you love me? Really love me?"
Timmy's question was met with a nod of Johnny's head and a moan as he kissed his friend with total lust.
"Then let's do this. No more fingers. Please give me what I need. I need you in all ways. Take me. Now."
Timmy's breathless request had Elijah staring at these two boys, one his brother, who was about to receive his best friend's sacred gift. He watched how gently Johnny placed his red tip at his brother's entrance. Johnny paused, staring at the boy positioned below him, as if asking for permission one more time. Timmy actually had tears in his eyes as he breathed, "Please." With that one word, Johnny's hips gave a slight push, and he entered Timmy where nothing had entered him before. Elijah watched in rapture as the boys became one for the first time. Johnny stared at Timmy, then claimed his mouth. Timmy placed his arms around Johnny, then pushed his hips so more of Johnny disappeared into his secret place. Elijah watched Johnny fill his brother before both boys wrapped themselves together and held each other, kissing and breathing together. To Elijah, he had the feeling he was witness to a sacred event nine-year-old boys should not see. He felt his groin tingle. He thrust off the chair to experience the most intense feeling of his young life.
On the bed, the lovers paid him no attention. Elijah watched as Johnny began that classic movement that showed he was claiming his lover. Timmy made squealing noises as he tried to urge Johnny deeper. Elijah felt another strong tingling that this time made him shout and grab the chair. He watched Johnny stiffen, screaming. "I love you." Elijah knew Johnny's seed had entered his brother as he saw the flesh on Johnny's butt dimple at the hip socket. Johnny was forever changing Timmy.
Time passed as the three relaxed, frozen in the space they created. Timmy was crying and moaning. Johnny kept shushing and kissing the boy with whom he had just made love. Elijah watched, feeling empty and wishing somehow he had been below Johnny. He wanted to feel the hardness of Johnny inside him. He dreamed Johnny's sperm was coating his insides instead of Timmy's.
Time passed, Elijah went to sit in the living room, not to give the two privacy, the time for that had passed. He went to reflect on what he had seen and felt. He thought of who he knew, his age, with whom he could do that. Shortly, Timmy and Johnny exited the bedroom to sit next to Elijah. They still had that lover look as they sat against each other.
At that moment, the suite door opened and Camden and Trevor entered. Surveying the scene with the three boys, still naked on the couch, and Timmy's freckled face tear streaked, they stopped, standing still.
"Everything okay?" Camden asked. "You boys all right?" Trevor added. The boys looked at the older boys. "All good," Elijah said. Everybody is fine."
Timmy got right to the point. "Johnny and I made love. We were each other's firsts. I am happy crying. I am a man. Johnny made me a real man. He took me as a man should be taken and I have a part of him inside me." He leaned over to kiss Johnny.
Both young men were speechless as they continued to look at the boys. Then they walked to the chairs and slouched in them, their legs pointing straight away. No one said anything for some time. There was breathing and looking until Trevor looked at Camden. "I think we might be overdressed." Camden nodded. The two guys stood and undressed, not hiding from the younger boys.
"No hiding anymore." Trevor said. "We may as well forget clothes around one another. None of us have anything to hide or be ashamed of. We can be open and free from now on in all we do. Johnny and Timmy are men after what they did. Elijah has seen everything. He can see more, maybe do more." With that Camden and Trevor kissed each other before sitting, "I want to tell you what we did today," Trevor said, holding Camden's hand as they looked at the three boys on the couch.
What is next for these five? Suggestions? I have had some which are incorporated into the story.
Let me know. Comments and suggestions at : < acgib1943@protonmail.com >
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