The Brothers in Hexham

The Brothers in Hexham 6

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Drew and I walked over to the pub a little early, my mind idly wondering what the boys might be up to. Drew seemed entirely unfazed as if his brothers never did anything mysterious or odd, which could not be true. They were mysterious and odd given all their polysexual or incestuous antics. I had never met anyone like these three. Which was, I realized, a big part of what caused me to fall for Drew so hard. I had always been looking for someone outside the norm, who lived by their own rules. and I clearly had found him. And part of that package were his brothers.

The pub was dark and very old, the low ceilings reminding me that good nutrition makes people taller. We sat in a corner by a huge, unlit fireplace with pints of bitter, watching the few people in the pub. We didn't say much, but Drew kept his hand on my leg, gently stroking it.

The boys burst in a few minutes later, talking and laughing. They both had bright smiles and ruddy cheeks from the chill outside. They arrived at the table and when I stood to shake their hands, they both pulled me into a warm, tight hug that surprised me by its sincerity.

Sam went to the bar to get their pints and Rupert sat and gazed at us affectionately. When Sam returned, he raised his glass and said, "To the happy couple!"

I was surprised. It was as if we had announced we were getting married or something. But I raised my glass and we smiled at each other. After a moment, I said, "Thanks, guys. That was very sweet. Now what's going on?'

Rupert looked at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean..."

"Don't give me that. You're up to something."

Rupert took a gulp of his lager and looked at Sam who shrugged. "Well...since you two are clearly bonding and all, we want to celebrate. I mean, Drew has been so picky about boys over the years. You're the first guy who stuck around and Drew is, well, I guess, head over heels." He looked at Drew for a moment. Drew just smiled and nodded.

I still didn't understand. "So what does that mean: celebrate."

Sam spoke this time. "Leigh, my dear boy. What we're saying is since Drew has decided to be with someone -- well, fall for someone -- then we want to mark the occasion. I guess that also means that there will be far less...er...activities going on in our house since you two will be spooning somewhere in wedded bliss...."

I rolled my eyes, but then said, "Activities...?"

"You know, like the other day, for instance."

He didn't have to spell it out. It wasn't as if I had forgotten Rupert's cock down my throat. I looked at Drew and took his hand. I was beginning to understand. I turned back to Rupert. "So...what do you have in mind?"

Rupert looked at Drew, then Sam. "Why don't we all go to Camusurich for the weekend?"

"Camus...what?" I had never heard of it. I looked at Drew.

"It's on Loch Tay...north of Edinburgh a ways. It's a bit remote, but lovely. We have a place there."

I laughed. "A place?" I imagined some dark stone monstrosity.

Sam said, "Well, it's a house. Smaller than Hexham. Lots of fireplaces and such."

Drew squeezed my hand. "It will be a lark. We can go walking by the loch and sit by the fire and play games..."

Yes, games. I wondered what kind of games. And I also was very interested in what those games might look like. "Well that sounds...lovely." I couldn't think of another words. I thought of "interesting" but I didn't want to be too presumptuous.

Sam raised his glass again. "Good, that's settled. Here's to country excursions."

We decided on the Friday two weeks hence to leave for three days. I was busy as always, and I saw Drew every few days when he could manage to come down from Hexham and I went there at the weekend. I had wondered if we should invite Roger, but it turned out that Roger -- to my surprise -- had started seeing someone and was, frankly, head over heels himself. But I was glad for him.

On the appointed Friday, I stood outside the building where my flat was, waiting. I wondered what the next few days would be like. But I was most excited to be away with Drew. I would go anywhere with him, I realized. I was still amazed at this feeling, this overarching feeling that this person was now a part of me. What I did with his brothers was fun, but with Drew it was something very different.

The black Range Rover appeared on time and filled with the Frankish brothers who were all smiles and jokes. I sat in the back with Drew and he leaned over and kissed we warmly. "I'm glad you're coming."

"As am I," and I took his hand.

The drive was long and rainy and the roads were increasingly narrow as we drove north, especially beyond Edinburgh where we could have entered some mist-shrouded past. I half-expected to see horse drawn carts. I suppose it was my Canadian youth, since I had the sense that those born in places like this rarely experienced the weight of history, they just accepted it.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we got to a drive that I would have missed had we not stopped. There was a stone gate and drystone walls that extended on either side. Rupert leapt out of the car and opened the gate, then, when he was sitting again, he said "We're here!"

We drove for what seemed like an age through a pine forest that ended in a little circular drive. The house was, by their standards, a modest structure. Almost Bronte-like with stone walls and mullioned windows. But by anyone else's standards, it was quite large and a little imposing.

When we had unpacked the car and settled into our room, lit some fires and had a snack in the big tiled kitchen, we all went for a walk while the light held. We made our way through the pine forest to the shore of the long, narrow loch. The water was like ice when I bent to test it and there was a cold wind blowing from the west. I linked my arm in Drew's and we all stood in silence enjoying the quiet. The air felt clean in my lungs. I leaned my head against Drew's shoulder and sighed.

"Happy?"

I spoke into his sweater, "Very," and he kissed the top of my head.

The sun was beginning to sink at the end of the loch and I could tell the air was soon going to be quite chilly.

"Let's get back to some whiskey!" Rupert finally said, and we followed him back along the track to the house.

After whiskey and dinner, we settled into the huge sitting room in front of a healthy fire that filled the room with what felt like centuries past. I imagined this room three hundred years before and it must have been much the same.

Drew was lying with his head in my lap and Rupert was on the carpet by the fire, Sam in a big leather chair behind him. I was watching the fire in a kind of trance. But that was broken when I realized that Rupert was taking off his clothes very slowly and deliberately, starting with his socks, then his shirt which he folded beside him. He undid his pants and pulled them off with his briefs. He sat there, completely nude, his legs spread. I could just see the head of his cock in the firelight and it was clear he was hard.

I heard Sam laugh quietly. "Always the eager one, our Rup." But he began to do the same thing until he too was naked. His legs were extended out in front of him and he was very slowly jacking himself, looking over at me as if there was an unspoken invitation which, I suppose, there was.

I looked down at Drew to find him looking up at me. "Well, I suppose duty calls," and I gently pulled Drew up and kissed him softly on his mouth. We both began to remove our clothes. It felt like a ritual or something which made it all the more exciting and by the time I slid my underwear off, by own cock was pulsing and rigid. Drew was in the same condition.

I stood up and walked over to Rupert and sat down beside him. I looked at his face, then his cock, which was as hard as mine. Finally I said, "So...what's the plan?"

Rupert gave me his big, happy smile and pulled me toward him and we kissed a little tentatively, but then more and more eagerly. I reached for his cock and held it, enjoying the warmth. The fire was also warming my back and my ass which felt wonderful. I looked down at Rupert's cock in my hand and found myself leaning down and licking the head, sucking half of it down, my tongue all over the place.

"Get it nice a wet Leigh, because you know what I'm going to do with it..."

And I did know, so I lapped at the taut skin, enjoying the veiny texture, tasting the beginnings of the flow of sweet nectar from the end. Just when I could tell he was slippery enough, I realized that Sam was behind me and I suddenly felt his mouth on my ass, his tongue beginning to slip into me. I heard him spit into my hole a few times and his tongue spread things around.

"I think he's ready," he finally said.

Rupert looked at me, his grin even bigger and pushed me until I was on my back. He hiked up my legs and slid forward until his cock was nestled under my balls. My ankles were sitting on his shoulders and he grabbed my thighs in his strong hands, the head of his cock searching for where I began. When the head of his dick caught at my hole, he pushed himself forward gently, but surely and I realized I was so beyond excited I opened for him without any effort and his cock drove into me in a rush.

He looked beside me at one of my ankles and laughed, then pulled my legs off his shoulders and spread them out as if I was in some relaxing yoga pose. He held my knees as he began to move.

I suddenly could feel the heat of someone beside me and I turned to see Drew on his knees, his cock very close to my face. I could smell his Drew-like smell and I opened my mouth almost involuntarily, extending my tongue. I was barely aware of Rupert's cock measuring me very slowly from the inside, but I did became aware that he had leaned down and was licking Drew's cock as it went into my mouth.

Rupert growled in his throat and fucked me a little harder, his tongue still lapping at Drew's cock as it slid out of my mouth. I felt as if all I had to do was be open to both cocks and I reached for Rupert's waist, feeling his strong thighs pushing himself into me.

Drew was ramming himself into my mouth, his cock reaching the back of my throat and I felt Rupert's tongue playing at the side of my mouth while he starting thrusting a little harder and faster. Drew was breathing heavily above me and I tried to look at his face, but it was obscured by Rupert's mouth and tongue.

They both were working hard and I wondered if they were planning to cum soon, but this was answered when Sam moved beside Rupert and I could tell he was whispering in his ear. Rupert grinned and stopped moving, then carefully pulling himself out of me and moving backward. His brother shifted until he was straddling me now, his slightly larger dick poised to take over. Rupert shifted and leaned down and sucked Sam's cock a few times. He leaned back with a slurp and watched as Sam more firmly jam himself into me and I gasped on Drew's cock who looked down at me and said "Everything all right?"

I obviously couldn't answer with a mouthful of cock, but I tried to nod. Sam took this as an invitation and he tightly held me thighs and started to lunge forward, bottoming out in me, pulling back then mashing himself in again, so much so that my whole body shifted backward a little.

Drew was still steadily fucking my face, holding my head in his hands as if for traction while his brother seemed to be losing any inhibitions, now pounding my asshole. I could feel his balls slapping my buttocks each time he thrust.

As I was happily being used like this, another part of me began to want something else. At first I just thought it was a break, but then an impulse took shape and I knew what I had to do.

I pulled my head off Drew's lovely cock and looked up at Sam's face, which was a little sweaty and mottled in the firelight. I pushed with my arms so that I was partially sitting up, Sam's still like a piston into my ass, but I kept moving forward until I pushed Sam back, his cock slipping out if me as he slid to the floor. We had reversed positions but now, as I hooked his legs over my arms, my cock was playing at his ass. I hadn't touched myself and I felt amazing when my dick felt the hair around his hole, then the soft skin of his most vulnerable place. I spat on my fingers and began to rub his ass, then slide into him. He just watched me, a half smile on his face.

"It's your turn now," was all I could say. And with that, I wiggled my hips so my cock started to move inside him. He started to moan, then a little louder.

I felt someone beside me and I turned and Rupert was standing, sliding his hand up and down his length right by my face. I looked up at him and grinned and he aimed his dick into my mouth. It took me a moment to work out the co-ordination but soon, as Rupert slid in, I pulled out of Sam and vice versa until the three of us seemed to be working together. All I could smell was our animal smell, sweat starting to run down the sides of my face, my spit running down my chin from Rupert's cock.

I managed to glance forward to see Drew in the big chair watching us, very slowly running his fingers up and down the length of himself.

Rupert pulled back and knelt down beside Sam's face and rubbed his cock all over Sam's mouth and face, smearing precum over his cheeks and lips. Sam began to frantically lick Rupert's cock then suck the end as the intensity of my energy drove into him. My cock felt as if it were on fire.

I had closed my eyes and then I felt someone's lips meeting mine. I opened my eyes and Rupert was gazing at me. "My turn," was all he said and leaned back onto the floor and he spread his legs. It didn't need a second invitation. I pulled myself out of Sam, and shifted over to Rupert who I saw was fingering his own ass as if preparing himself.

I decided to do something different, so I reached down and turned him over, his beautiful white, muscular cheeks looking so inviting. I leaned down and explored him with my tongue for a moment, adding lots of spit before pulling back and sliding my cock between his muscles. I love the feeling when my cock runs along the crack of someone's ass, and this was no exception and I often like to come that way, but I knew I wanted to give it to him completely.

I pushed my cock in without much preamble and Rupert gasped. Sam had sat down in front of him and pulled Rupert's face onto his cock, both hands pushing him down on his length. I leaned down to get a better angle and using my hands on the floor, kept my torso in the air which my hips began to work. I looked down to watch my cock disappearing into him, then pulling out, glistening. I looked up and watched Rupert taking his brothers dick. He looked almost desperate, as if it was the first time, but I knew it wasn't.

After a few minutes, things were getting sweaty and frankly I was getting tired and my body wanted a release. Sam pulled himself away from Rupert and stood up, watching us. I looked at the chair where Drew was and smiled at him, admiring him jerking himself. His cock was wet.

Finally I stopped my thrusts and said to Drew, "I think it's your turn to fuck."

I pulled out of Rupert and lay down with my knees up. Drew came over and lay down between my legs, leaning down and our kisses were intense with tongue and energy. I could feel his dick against my already slippery hole and as he pulled back he used a hand to guide himself into me. It was almost effortless, but I felt his bigger cock stretch me. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me as Drew started an amazingly fluid motion with his body. It was like another experience entirely than his brothers doing the same thing. All I could do was look up into his eyes as he looked down at me.

I became aware that there were two cocks by my mouth, so I let one, then both be stuffed in, at least the heads. My tongue was all over the heads of their cocks. Without a word, they both reached down and started jerking themselves, the ends of their cocks still in my mouth. I was getting dizzy with desire as the feeling of Drew's amazing rhythm filling me up and the prospect of swallowing the two brothers at the same time.

My own cock, untouched, seemed to be filled with molten lava and just as I felt the first spurts of cum from one or the other of the brothers, I erupted all over my chest. Streams of cum started to fill my mouth and I could hardly be still enough to take it all since my body was shuddering so much, but take it and swallow it I did.

Drew must have been set off because he gave a cry and with three or four slow, agonizing thrusts, he was clearly coming in me, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Gradually we all stopped moving and all I could hear was the sound of breathing. I felt like I was wet from head to toe and I could feel cum or spit or both dripping from my chin.

I heard Rupert sigh and he slid his cock from my mouth, a stream of cum connecting us for a second, then his brother moved back as well. They both sat back on their heels. I looked up at Drew who was still in a meditative state, his eyes closed. I slid my hands down his back and held his beautiful ass, the soft skin after all that work seemed almost surprising.

I swallowed a few times, enjoying the sharp but soft taste of cum going down my throat. Drew finally opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment with a half smile on his face. He looked down at the part of him that was connected to me and slowly, carefully, pulled himself out so that he could lay down on top of me, lay down in the pool that had collected on my belly. When our chests were in contact, he kissed me deeply, our tongues languidly exploring each other.

He leaned back a little as if to examine my face. He licked a few stray bits of his brothers' cum off my chin and then kissed me again. He kissed his way to my ear and said softly, "This is love, isn't it?"I had to agree and I pulled his face back so he was looking at me and I nodded.

I was gradually becoming aware of the rest of the room and I realized that Sam and Rupert and disappeared, but then I heard soft voices from down the hall and they appeared, Sam holding a bottle of whiskey and Rupert had three glasses.

Drew got off me and extended his hand so he could pull me up. We went to the sofa and, a blanket around us that had been draped on the arm, we sat quietly with our glasses. Sam sat beside me, with Rupert beside him. It seemed so peaceful after all that activity. I turned to Sam and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me once, then lay back on the sofa, his eyes closed.

I woke up to find the room dark and fire out. Drew's head was tucked into my neck, and I realized the other two were gone, so I pulled Drew up and we stumbled upstairs to our bedroom and collapsed.

Bright sun woke me up again. The room was warm and cozy and I realized someone had lit a fire, and then I realized Drew was sitting in an armchair in front of the fire with a book.

"Good morning..."

He looked at me with a smile as sunny as the day. "You slept a long time."

"I suppose I had a reason."

He laughed and said "Yes, I suppose you did." He looked a little pensive for a moment. "Was that all right...what we did?"

"All right? It was amazing." I thought a moment. "It was like you and I were the main course of a fabulous dinner and your brothers were the interesting, zesty, side dishes."

Drew looked startled, then his face crumpled and he began to laugh. "Side dishes! Wait until I tell them."

I felt slightly embarrassed, but then I said, "Well...this weekend is supposed to be about us, so..."

It was Drew's turn to look thoughtful. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Damn right, in fact."

We spent the rest of what was left of the morning in bed. At one point someone knocked at the door, and it was Rupert with a tray with lovely coffee and some croissants. He was, as always, grinning and he kissed both of us before leaving without a word. Was this a honeymoon? It was beginning to feel that way.

The rest of the day was spent walking along the loch, eating lunch in the tiled kitchen, and spending a few hours reading in front of the fire. Rupert and Sam were busy doing things around the big house. It was clear they had taken that role. Apparently their father never came up any more and none of the brothers was comfortable with staff doing the hard work, despite the fact that their big house in Hexham had quite a few people there to run it, including Mrs. Bagley.

They seemed to have a sense that they could take care of this place with some pride, some sense that they were fulfilling their ancestors' wishes. I began to admire their dedication and almost selflessness about it. Whatever one might say about the aristocracy, some of them did have a sense of duty that was beyond their own comfort.

This despite the rapacious search for pleasure they had shown the previous evening. Well, we all did, I suppose.

We sat, having finished a lovely meal that Sam had produced -- as usual -- and made our way to the sitting room, all of us sitting on the floor by the fire. I felt a bit like we were children on a camping excursion. I felt so comfortable with them, and I was beginning to feel quite affectionate toward Sam and Rupert. This didn't, of course, change the powerful feeling I had for Drew. The kind of feeling that had legs, that might, if we worked at it, last for some time. A long time, I hoped.

I lay with my head in Drew's lap as he stroked my hair. I turned a little and saw Sam and Rupert doing much the same thing with Sam's head in Rupert's lap. I began to wonder what it was that made these brothers so loving with each other. In my experience, brothers were rarely like this -- the sex notwithstanding. But I knew this was not the time for such questions.

There was a kind of pregnant feeling in the air and, as if I was clairvoyant, Sam finally said, "Well...what shall we do now?"

I raised my head and looked at Sam for a moment. As if in answer, he stood up and pulled his pants open, sliding them off. Without another word, he bent and undid Rupert's jeans and yanked them down his legs and threw them across the room. Both of their cocks was completely hard.

Rupert laughed and said, "Oh, I see where this is going..."