My Boyfriend, My Little Brother, and Me
 
Gay, T,T,b,

   By Rob Loveboy Edited by Anon



   I was in a 69 with my friend, Cole, the night we almost got caught.  I
was 14, Cole was 15, and we had been having sex since I met him at Johnny
Cline's birthday party a few months ago.  Johnny's parents were really
cool. They knew that boys will be boys and indulge in booze from time to
time, and prefered their kids to drink at home where at least they knew
where they were, and they were relatively safe.  Obviously booze was
permitted at Johnny's 16th birthday party.

   I saw Cole from across the room.  He was new to our school, having only
just moved here.  He had dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, and always seemed to
display a smile.  He appeared to be popular with the girls at the party and
danced with many.

   I introduced myself to him and we chatted about various things, mostly
school.  As any stranger to a new environment, he had many questions about
the city.

   "Back in a minute, Cole.  I gotta take a piss," I excused myself.

   "I'm coming too.  All the beer I drank needs to be relieved, badly."

   Someone was using the bathroom and we had to wait.  "I'm gonna to piss
my pants," I said and pounded on the door after a lengthy wait.  "Hurry up
in there, please?"

   The door finally opened and Trevor Morgan and Cathy White exited. 
Trevor wore a smug grin on his face that explained what the two were doing,
tying up the bathroom.

   I ran in and unzipped, hauling my cock out before it exploded.  Shocked,
Cole was right behind me and stood next to me searching for his own cock.
He smiled, and said, "Dude, we gotta share cuz I can't wait another
second."

   I'm normally very pee-shy, never using urinals, opting for toilets
instead.  But right then, modesty wasn't a factor as I was already
streaming into the bowl.

   "Nice cock, dude." said Cole smiling.  "I'm a grower, not a shower."

   Guys don't normally compliment other guys on such intimate things.  I
showered after gym class with many guys, and the only comments made were to
insult a kid who didn't measure up or was still hairless.  Bewildered as I
was, I took Cole's comment with pride.  "Thanks," was all I could
say...what else was there to say other than accuse him of being a fag!

   Until he said that I had made a point of not looking at his dick.  I
took a look; his cock was long and fat, perhaps three-inches exposed from
his fly, with thumb and index finger pointing it at the target.  "Yours is
pretty thick, dude," I dared say.

   I experienced a strange aura between us.  We had both finished peeing,
taking extra time to shake off the dribbles and gawking at each other's
tool.  A knock on the door caused us to quickly tuck and zip.  The look on
Randal Spencer's face when the two of us walked out was nothing short of
quizzical and perhaps speculative.

   "We both had to go real bad, dude...so we doubled up," Cole said,
laughing it off.  My face felt flushed and I hoped I wasn't looking
embarrassed...although I had no reason to be.

   We rejoined the party and had a few more beers.  A few girls all but
threw themselves at him.  I left him to chat them up and joined a group of
other guys.  I couldn't help looking over at him every so often...and I
swear he was looking back at me every time!  My attraction to Cole was
abnormal.  I wasn't gay.

   At one o'clock in the morning, Johnny's mother broke up the party
telling everyone it was time to go home.  Some of the guys were staying
overnight, but Cole and I were not part of that group.

   I knew he lived across town and would be taking the bus.  He looked a
little drunk.  I only lived a block away and invited him to stay at my
house, which he happily agreed to.

   My bedroom was in the basement.  I had a bathroom with shower and a
small sitting room with a television.  All mom asked is that I keep it
clean, which I did.  It was my grandfather's quarters before he died.  I
loved my privacy from the rest of the house, only going upstairs for meals
and socializing with my family.  I adored my 10-year-old brother and always
made time to play with him.

   "Dude...this is incredible," Cole said looking around.  "Wish I had
something like this.  Fucking privacy from my parents and little brothers."

   "Yeah, I like it a lot."

   Cole opened his jeans and produced four beers he snagged from the party.
"Fucking things are freezing my cock and balls off." He never bothered to
do up this jeans.

   I laughed, "Way to go, dude." The chances that my parents would come
downstairs were almost non-existent, although my mom wouldn't have slept
until she heard me come home.  I would catch shit later for exceeding my
midnight curfew.

   We sat on the small sofa and watched a horror late night movie sipping
on our beer.  Cole suddenly stood and said, "Might as well get
comfortable," and began taking off his clothes down to his red briefs,
which he dug into to readjust, before sitting back down.  I followed his
lead and stripped to my boxers.

   During a commercial I said, "Dude, I thought you were going to score
with one of those chicks tonight?"

   "They're all a bunch of fucking cock-teasers.  All they want to do is
kiss," he said bitterly.  "Guys need some kind of sex...ya know, a handjob
or a blow."

   Cole went for a piss and when he sat back down he was close enough that
our bodies touched.  I felt a bolt of electricity run through me, yet I was
uncomfortable.  He put a hand on my knee during the movie and slowly it
glided to my thigh.  I was scared shitless; it was not normal guy stuff. 
Hell, it hadn't been normal all night long...pissing together, checking out
each other's dicks, and the looks we exchanged.

   Cole broke the silence and said, "I'm so horny I could suck your cock."

   I was already bone hard and replied, without really thinking, "I could
suck yours too."

   He smiled at me, took my hand and said, "Let's go to bed."

   I was shaking like a leaf unsure of what sins I got myself into.  No
sooner were we in my bedroom than Cole hugged me tight and began kissing
and sucking my ears and neck.  He pulled down my boxers below my ass and
felt me up.  I did the same and held his fat manhood in my hand.  There was
no turning back then...and no regrets.

   He slumped to his knees and licked my cock and balls before he swallowed
it all.  Never had I felt anything as wonderful as his warm wet mouth
slavering over my cock; it was so hard that it ached.

   We got into bed in a 69 and I had my first taste of cock...and loved it.
I treated Cole with the same vigorous desire, my mind free of everything
except our sex.  I sucked his balls into my mouth savoring the musky scent
of his crotch.

   I came first, powerful and intense, my whole body spasmed.  I didn't get
to see my cum but it had to be a record load for a 14-year-old.  Cole was
impatient and jerked off in my mouth.  I didn't really want it in my mouth
not liking the taste, but he ate mine and I felt obliged, so I swallowed it
nonetheless.

   We lay in bed and talked.  Much to my surprise, it was also Cole's first
time with a guy.  He said we weren't gay, maybe bisexual, but more of a
`spur-of-the-moment' thing.

   That `spur-of-the-moment' thing went on all night, and most every night
after that.  Cole would sneak in through my bedroom window and exit the
same way, my parents being none the wiser.  We experimented with anal sex,
he enjoying it more than I, and oral sex soon became foreplay culminating
in a passionate session with me fucking him, which I enjoyed almost as much
as his mouth.

   Cole met my parents one Sunday morning and became a regular guest
thereafter.  Our family always had a breakfast feast on Sundays.  They were
a little surprised when I announced I had company that stayed over, and
would be eating with us.  My `rents liked him a lot, happy that I had a
close friend.  There was no need for him to sneak in my window on weekends.
I often brought Cole over and he'd sleep in my bed once the parents were
down for the night, the sleeping bag on the floor, merely window dressing.

   This is the time when we almost got caught by my mother one morning. 
Sunday was laundry day and I forgot to take my hamper to the laundry room
the night before.  It was almost noon.  I knew she would be pissed at my
forgetfulness and having to wait all morning while Cole and I slept in as
usual.  I was going down on him at the time.

   "Are you boys decent?" she hollered through the door after a quick rap.
My door knob squeaked and a moment of panic set in.

   Cole rolled onto the floor with a thud just as the door opened wide.  He
was safely hidden by the bed, naked on top of the sleeping bag.  All I
could do, however, was lay flat on my stomach bare-assed on the bed.  The
heavy curtains darkened the room somewhat, but not enough to hide the fact
I was naked.

   "Once again, you forgot about your laundry hamper, young man," she said,
as she strode into the room and grabbed the wheeled cart.  My heart was in
my mouth when she stopped a short distance from Cole to chastise me.  "It's
almost noon, you should be up...don't forget you have yard work today that
you didn't bother with yesterday." I prayed that my deflating erection
wasn't poking from between my legs, somewhere near my asshole.

   "No, mom.  I didn't forget, okay?" I said with an attitude that only
provoked her.

   She would have walked out of the room had I not been insolent.  My
mistake.  Her eyes began to adjust to the semi-darkness.  Cole was still on
his back, covering his genitals with both hands.  She hesitated a moment,
then walked out closing the door behind her.

   Later that day after Cole went home, she approached me in the yard and
asked, "Why were the two of you sleeping naked?"

   Quick on my feet, I replied rolling my eyes as if she were daft, "Dah,
mom...we're both guys!  Most guys sleep naked." I hoped my red face and
inability to look her in the eye was plausible enough to convince her to
drop the subject.

   "Boys," she said rolling her own eyes and walked away, saying "why
couldn't I have had daughters?"

   Thankfully, she never mentioned it to my Anglican minister dad, who
might not have been so gullible and possibly lectured me about how guys
should morally wear something when another guy was present, other than for
a quick change in the locker room.

   Cole seemed to like my 10-year-old brother.  He would lay on the floor
with Duncan to play with him...  cars, GI Joes, or whatever he wanted to
play with.  Duncan was beginning to idolize Cole.

   One Saturday night, my parents were attending another out-of-town event
and would be staying overnight.  As usual, Cole came over to spend the
night.  He had scored a few joints from somewhere and had a bottle of wine.
I had smoked up when offered in the past, out of peer pressure, but could
take it or leave it; unlike many guys who were stoned even at school.  With
no parents in the house, we smoked up freely not worrying about Duncan who
was oblivious to pot, thinking we were only smoking cigarettes, and sworn
to secrecy.

   I could never get Duncan to sleep in his own room when my parents were
away, and as long as there were distractions, Cole being one and TV the
other, there was no way in hell was he going to allow us any privacy.  I
was really horny that night and determined my brother wasn't sleeping in my
bed!

   Cole and I sat on the floor watching television.  By then we had become
more intimate and cuddled...and kissed passionately.  We were lovers
although neither of us wanted to think of it that way.  I was a little shy,
with Duncan present, when Cole pushed me on my back kissing me and fondling
inside my boxers.

   "We can't fool around with Duncan here," I whispered in his ear.

   "Why not?" Cole giggled, my jaw dropping in disbelief.  "Don't ya think
it would be cool to let him watch?"

   Cole was a kidder most times and I let the comment slide.  "Asshole!" I
said, pushing him aside in fun.  Something, however, nagged me about his
comment.  "Are you serious?"

   "Dead serious.  He's old enough to learn how to jerk off...and other
things."

   "He's my little brother, for fuck sakes!" I tried to reason with him.

   "Ya see, that's your problem.  You'll always think of him as your little
brother.  Well, he ain't my little bro.  I could teach him things.  Just
say the word, dude."

   The thought of Cole getting it on with Duncan kind of turned me on, but!
Cole seemed to really want to `go for it.'

   Cole didn't waste any time.  He was out of bed in a jiffy, his white bum
cheeks bouncing to his steps.  "Wait!"

   "What?"

   "You're naked!"

   "Duh!  Isn't that the whole point?"

   When Cole turned around I saw his cock pointing straight out.  "Never
mind.  Go get yer jollies."

   I laid there a long time thinking about it all.  My best buddy was in my
brother's bed doing who-knows-what with him.  I just had to go stand by the
door and take a peak.  Duncan's bed faced the door, and the bedside lamp
was on.

   "You like my big cock, don't you, Duncan?" I heard Cole say.

   I peeked around the corner and saw them both naked, Duncan with a huge
smile holding Clay's cock, staring at it.  Cole was feeling up Duncan who I
noticed had a nice boner.  I was shocked by the size of it...not thick, but
as long as the hand that was around it.  I had seen my brother naked many
times and knew he had a long one, but never gave it much thought until now.
I was unable to resist touching myself, my cock bone-hard with the erotic
goings-on.

   "My, you sure got a big one, Duncan.  Just like your brother.  And he
lets me play with it, too!

   "Is it as big as yours?"

   "Oh yes.  Know what else I do?  This." Cole lowered his head taking my
little brother's cock in his mouth.

   Duncan's very first blowjob...and I was watching him get it.  How often
do brothers get to witness such a momentous event in a boy's life?  If it
hadn't been for Cole, I'd still be dreaming of the day when I would finally
experience it.

   Duncan giggled and said, "That tickles, Cole."

   Cole was really into sucking off Duncan.  I could see right between his
legs and watched his cock going in and out of Cole's mouth, while also
having his little balls rubbed.  Could a teenager be a pedophile, or did
that only apply to adults who played with little boys?  Regardless, Cole
was obviously enjoying himself, and I truly believe Duncan was too, albeit
a little shy about these new things he was learning.

   When Cole needed a break for air, he jerked Duncan's cock fast and
furious.  He focussed on what he was doing with a very strange look on his
face, kind of dreamy and very serious, before going back down on it like a
Coyote feasting on its kill.  Strangely, he never seemed that eager sucking
my cock; not to say he wasn't a great cocksucker.  I certainly had no
complaints; just a little envious of my little brother...but happy for him
nonetheless.

   I kept spying for a long time.  Cole was desperately trying to get
Duncan off, to achieve his utopian plan of making it complete.  Duncan had
long ceased giggling, and unless my eyes were deceiving me and my
imagination gone wild, his arms, legs and head were moving around
vigorously...the little fucker was into it big time!  Perhaps Cole was, in
fact, going to bring Duncan to his first orgasm.  I had heard somewhere
that young boys had dry ones, but experienced the same sensations.  I
certainly never did and I started jerking off when I was eleven.  All I
ever got out of it was friction burns that hurt like hell until I started
using hand cream.

   "I gotta go pee!" said Duncan in a panic.

   "No you don't, little buddy.  It just feels that way to you.  Just relax
and don't hold back.  I'll explain what's happening later."

   Duncan shuddered and shook, his arms and legs flailing.  Cole was
sucking and pumping like a madman...Duncan was having his first orgasm.

   Cole finally let up.  He had accomplished what I thought impossible, and
by his smug look and sly smile, was pleased with himself.  Cole
straightened up face-to-face with Duncan.  I felt sure he was going to kiss
him.  However, he rolled onto his back with his cock rock-hard against his
belly-button and his low hanging balls on display.

   "You just had what's called an orgasm, Duncan.  All guys have `em and
you're so lucky I made you have one."

   "Felt really weird."

   "But it felt nice, right?"

   "Yeah, I guess." Duncan shrugged his shoulders, his usual response with
most everything he was unsure of.

   Cole took the boy's hand in his and began masturbating with it."Now when
I take my hand away, keep rubbing my cock up and down like I've showed ya."


   Duncan did as instructed.  I thought it very cute when he shuffled down
a bit and lay his head on Cole's chest, seemingly amused with it all.  I
knew what would eventually be coming and wasn't sure I wanted to see my
little brother with a cock in his small mouth.

   "That feels so nice, little buddy.  You're doing great giving me a
handjob, that's what it's called."

   "A handjob?"

   "Yeah, a handjob.  Guys do it for each other a lot.  And if they're
really good friends they suck each other's cock, like I did for you because
I like you a lot.  Do you like me a lot?"

   There it was, the moment of truth.  Would he do it or would he be
grossed out by the thought.  I was frozen in place, unable to simply walk
away and hear the gory details later from Cole.  My little brother shimmied
down the bed, studied Cole's cock and balls for a moment, opened his mouth
and lowered his head.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  He only had the chubby
crown in his mouth, but if he dared go that far he would surely take more.
What amazed me was that Duncan continued pumping Cole's cock, only a little
slower, as he built up courage to blow my best friend and secret lover.  I
was sure I'd be sharing Cole with my little brother from now on.

   "You're doing very good so far, Duncan.  Take more of it in yer mouth,
watch yer teeth, and keep up the hand job.  Use yer other hand and feel my
balls real gentle-like," Cole instructed in a stern tone.

   And that was that.  My little brother was giving his first blowjob right
before my eyes.  That familiar feeling came over me.  I only just touched
my cock and I was already cumming, adding to the pleasure.  White puddles
splattered the hardwood floor, visible even in the dark hallway.

   "Stop sucking, Duncan.  But keep pumping so you can see how an older guy
has an orgasm."

   I watched Cole explode.  Duncan backed off when some of it hit his nose.
He appeared fascinated, watching it spray over Cole's torso.  Cole was
certainly a cummer...I could attest to that.  I always loved the powerful
throbs of his cock through my tight lips, the release hitting the back of
my throat and the roof of my mouth, and then the sweet taste that followed.
I often teased Cole that he could fill a shooter glass.  An exaggeration,
of course, but it would be at least half-full.  With my mouth around the
glass, I would gladly raise it as a toast...just like a real
shooter...licking it clean inside with my tongue.  Maybe one day soon we
will do that together.

   "Taste it, Duncan.  The next time you give me a blowjob, I'm going to do
it in yer mouth.  We'll be blood-brothers then, without the blood."

   Duncan was looking at the gooey mess on his hand.  He stuck his tongue
out and licked some, but not without a yucky expression.  I wished I could
clean the rest off Cole's body.  I had seen enough and returned to bed,
waiting for Cole to return and recount his complete conquest of my little
brother.

   Cole was longer than I expected, and I wondered if he wasn't blowing
Duncan again.  I had almost dozed off when he strutted into the room and
crawled under the covers with me.  I noticed there was no cum anywhere to
be seen on him...he probably had Duncan lick it all up.

   "Well, did ya have fun?" I asked, knowing he did.  I didn't want to tell
him I was watching at the door quite yet.

   "Your brother has a decent size dick on him for his age, I'll tell ya
that!"

   I had to let the cat out of the bag.  "I know, I saw everything from the
door."

   "You did?" he beamed.  "Fuck, I wish I'd known that at the time, what a
turn on it would've be."

   "Um, you sure looked like ya didn't need any more of a turn on, you
pervert!" I laughed, earning myself a playful punch to the shoulder.

   "I fucking even made him have his first orgasm, now that was a real
thrill.  Did you see him bopping around like a banshee?  It was sooo cool.
And he gives pretty good head, too."

   "Of course...he was taught how to by a cock-pig like you," I laughed,
this time ready for the punch.  I punched him back and that evolved into a
wrestling match.

   Both hard again, we rubbed our cocks over each other as we play
wrestled. Cole managed to flip me onto my stomach.  "I'm going to fuck you,
buddy!" He was searching for my rectum with his cock, dead serious about
his intentions.

   I was mortified at first.  Then began to wonder what it would be like. I
heard it only hurts for a little while, then feels quite nice.  I think it
was the moment when I was honest with myself...I was in love with Cole.  We
were more than just suck-buddies if the truth be said.  "Use the hand cream
inside the night-table."

   I think Cole was taken aback by my willingness at first.  He wasted no
time smearing his cock in hand cream, while I assumed a position with my
ass in the air and legs bent.  My hands grasped the head of the mattress
waiting impatiently as he fumbled around, the head of his cock finally
finding its mark.

   I braced myself, yelped a few times as he pushed forward, debating
whether or not to tell him to stop and pull out.  Although it was very
painful, I was determined to endure what felt like a fence post being
shoved up my arse.  I was certainly not quiet about it.  Very vocal, in
fact, with screams and vulgarities.  Cole pushed hard, relaxed a few times,
and pushed hard again.  I could feel it inching up inside me.

   "Fuck it's tight in there!" he said, with a shaky excited voice.  "I've
been wanting to do this for a while now, buddy, but didn't think you'd let
me."

   "Shut up, Cole, and fuck me before I change my mind!" I blurted, with
the corner of my pillow stuffed in my mouth to prevent my clenched teeth
from breaking.

   I knew Cole was trying his best to be as caring and gentle as possible.
He wasn't the selfish type, in it for his own pleasure.  I would have a
turn at his crack soon enough.  We never did anything that we wouldn't
accept in return.

   "I love you, buddy," he whispered.  "More than a guy should love another
guy."

   He was clearly sincere with his words.  It was nice to hear them and
they had a calming effect on me.  "I love you, too!" As far as I was
concerned we had crossed the proverbial line and there was no turning
back...we were confirmed boyfriends and lovers.  I desperately wanted him
inside me to consummate our relationship.  Oral sex, by comparison, was
always seen as just two guys pleasuring each other...nothing serious, no
hangups.

   I felt his bristly pubic hair on my ass.  Cole had managed to bottom
out. He rested and I adjusted to his presence deep inside me.  I wouldn't
have traded this moment for anything, and very happy with my perseverance.
I actually looked forward to what would follow...we'd make love, not just a
fuck.

   Cole began a slow, gentle rocking motion of his hips.  It still hurt,
but not near as much...sort of a mixture of pain and pleasure...hard to
describe, unless you've been there and in love with your partner.

   "It's okay, Duncan.  You can come in." Cole never broke his rhythm,
which was intensifying.

   I freaked!  My little brother was watching me get fucked.

   "What are you guys doing?" he asked.

   "Something real nice that only guys that love each other do.  It's
called making love."

   "Ya got yer thingy in my brothers bum?  That's gross!" he said.

   By then, Duncan was close enough to see everything.  I wanted to die
when he sat on the bed.

   "Nope.  It's not gross, kiddo.  It feels really nice for both of us."

   I wanted to tell Cole to speak for himself; my mood was shattered. 
Never once looking at Duncan, I was desperately trying to think of
something to do or say...like, get the fuck out of my room, kid!  Cole
pumped harder, with long slow retractions, then forward thrusts, his hips
picking up momentum.  I shut Duncan out of my mind, silently cursing my
brother for the loss of my semi-erection, whilst Cole seemed to be turned
on by the kid's presence.

   Suddenly, I just didn't care.  I was enjoying the new sensation too much
to give a shit anymore.  Duncan has seen and nothing could change that.  I
thought it rather ironic that I had watched him having sex...and now it was
his turn.  Without a doubt in my mind, my relationship with my brother had
changed forever that night.  I took comfort knowing that he would never say
a word to my parents or anyone else for that matter.

   I let myself go and began meeting Cole's thrusts, breathing loudly,
rearing my head and voicing my pleasure to him.  I could feel sweat on my
tailbone, dripping from his head...drip, drip, drip.  A great deal of my
pleasure, was an awareness of Cole's pleasure.

   "Duncan, feel my balls for me," Cole said.  I didn't care if my little
brother was getting in on the action, I had a feeling the three of us would
be fooling around from then on...incest crossed my mind, but I would deal
with that later if, in fact, things got that far.  Cole had other erotic
ideas, and I realised that things were indeed going to get that far.  "Go
sit and lean on the headboard, Duncan.  Your brother wants to give you a
blowjob, little buddy.  I wasn't surprised to see Duncan still naked, but I
was was surprised to see he had an erection.  In the heat of the moment, I
sucked my little brother's dick without hesitation...and I liked it!  With
the combination of Cole's thrusts and my cock rubbing up-and-down on the
mattress, I boned-up hard.

   I had to admire Duncan's cock...that's what it was, a cock, not a
boy-dick.  It was soft as silk even though it was bone-hard.  His satiny
balls, although tiny, hung long enough for me to grip with my fingers, even
lick and suck into my mouth as a pair.  Holding them tight in my mouth and
rolling my tongue over them, I was so turned on by everything I never
wanted it to end.  As fate would have it, however, all good things come to
an end.  Cole pushed hard and deep and screamed he was cumming; pushed over
the edge, I too came moments later, all over the bed sheet.  I instantly
remembered that I never cleaned up my cum from the hardwood floor!

   Duncan slept between us the rest of the night.  We fondled each other.
Duncan was still erect, and hadn't said a word, not even his usual giggles.
He had my soft cock in his left hand and Cole's in his right.  Somehow it
all felt right.  I had no remorse whatsoever.

   The night wasn't over yet, and Cole made sure it wasn't.  He got between
Duncan's legs, and I knelt across his shoulders, feeding him my cock which
became hard again in an instant.  Cole was right; Duncan was a pretty good
cock-sucker if you ignored the occasional scraping of teeth.  I ended up
with my hands against the headboard, gently fucking his mouth or having him
lick my balls.  He never complained.  If a 10-year-old could possibly be
sexual, Duncan proved it.  It didn't take as long this time for Cole to
have Duncan squirming to another orgasm...less than an hour.  I lost it and
came in his mouth.

   Duncan and I shared Cole's cock; one would tend to his balls while the
other sucked his cock, and we rotated frequently.  Cole made a game of it,
whoever's mouth he came in, was the winner.  "Kinda like musical chairs,"
he joked.

   I knew bloody well knew he was cheating when he came in Duncan's mouth,
declaring him the winner.  Duncan smiled proudly, wiping his mouth with his
forearm.  He had swallowed Cole's load in two gulps; I cleaned up the
leftover dribbles.

   The next day we awoke near noon.  We stayed naked all day and night
playing Xbox and a few board games that ended up becoming sexual.  If
someone tossed the dice and their move landed on certain squares on the
board, the lucky player would be treated to a short blowjob by the other
players.  We had a ball!  We even shared some pot with Duncan, who gagged
and choked at first, and soon became as giddy as the two of us.  Duncan
felt like one of us...we treated him just like a teenager, and he was
thrilled.

   Thanks to Cole, the game soon became much more serious.  The first
person to land on `Go to Jail' would get fucked by the other two...Duncan
lost!  Since I had a smaller cock than Cole, it only stood to reason that I
go first.  On the living room floor using vaseline as lube, I fucked my
little brother, while Cole held his legs in the air.  He wasn't too happy
about it, complaining it hurt; but he was trying to be brave.  Cole ended
up sucking his cock while I used his ass; my very first fuck was my little
brother!  I experienced the same pleasure Cole must have experienced inside
me.  Just like a tight leather glove, Duncan's rectum shrink-wrapped my
cock.

   After I had my way with him, Cole greased up and I held Duncan's legs.
By then I think he was numb.  He did say it hurt, but like the little
trooper he was, he had something to prove.  I remembered once when he and I
wrestled and I got his arm behind his back, he would never give in and say
`uncle.' I sprained his arm once, and he told mom he fell down playing
basketball with me.  I never did that again.

   I wondered if Cole enjoyed Duncan's ass more than mine; a tinge of
jealousy, perhaps?  I didn't think of Duncan as competition for Cole's
attention, and that's what made it all so nice and happy sharing my
boyfriend with my little brother.

   When Cole wasn't around, which was not often, Duncan and I would fool
around.  I would tell my parents he had a bad dream, as the reason for him
being in my bed some mornings.  I grew very close to Duncan, and he to me.
I never fucked him again after that one time; but he fucked me often.  I
loved anal sex.

   That started the same night we were stoned and took turns fucking
Duncan. Later that same night Cole suggested it would be fun to watch the
kid pound my ass...and whatever Cole wanted, Cole got.  He sucked me off
watching Duncan's cock inches away from his face.  We then got into a 69
with Cole on the bottom, me on top, while Duncan fucked me for a very long
time before he orgasmed.  His small cock was no less enjoyable than Cole's
large one.

   Weeks later, Cole and I got into a passionate kissing session, sucking
tongues and slobbering.  We found it a huge turn-on warm-up to sex,
something we never shared with Duncan.  It was our private intimacy.  We
were both butch queers, but no one would have ever guessed we were lovers.

   Duncan had a friend, Chad.  Blond, blue-eyed, a real beauty.  He was a
year older than Duncan, but they were close friends.  Cole suggested to
Duncan that he should start having sex with Chad to warm him up for an
orgy, and instructed him on how to go about seducing him.  We were
fortunate that my parents often went out-of-town on weekends, dad having
many key-speaker engagements about finance or somethin like that.

   Duncan asked Chad over one Friday afternoon for a sleepover, and it was
agreed that he was going to make a move him that night.

   We both knew where our dad stashed his dirty magazines in the garage. 
Forget it if you want to hide anything from a boy; they are the curious
type and will surely find your secret spot eventually.  I did, rooting
around the garage checking into boxes just for the hell of it.  Twenty
magazines in a box marked `Dad's Work.' One was bisexual, and I think that
was when I became curious about guys.  Cole had an idea.  He excused
himself and returned with a pilfered gay mag.  He was good at shoplifting.
He plucked a hair from his head and laid it inside the centerfold page of
the magazine, which he placed among a few straight ones on top of the
toilet tank.  I had no idea what his motives were and never asked.

   We were just in our underwear when Duncan came home with Chad in tow. 
They had been to another friend's baseball game earlier.  Cole gave them
money for ice cream; from my piggy-bank, I might add!

   I'm not proud of it today, but we introduced Chad to pot, and even had a
bottle of wine Cole stole from the local supermarket.  We shared, careful
that the kids didn't over-indulge.  Chad was made to feel like a teenager
and not an 11-year-old.  Cole had a knack with kids, winning them over to
him very quickly.  He wrestled with Chad on the living room floor for a
while, later telling me he felt the boy up a few times...innocent
sleight-of-hands.  Chad was wearing sweatpants and a top, displaying a very
promising basket.  Or was it the material bulking up there?  That's when
Cole decided to check for sure, not that it really mattered one way or the
other.

   We played Xbox moderately stoned, sipping on wine out of Dixie Cups from
the bathroom dispenser.  I caught Chad looking at our crotches in our snug
briefs.  Every time Chad went for a piss, Cole would follow after the kid
returned.  I could tell by the smirk on his face that something was up. 
Chad had to piss a lot that night.  Cole finally told me that the kid had
peeked at the gay magazine more than once, Cole having replaced the hair
each time, only to find it missing.

   Whenever we were alone or with Duncan present, I'd sit close to Cole
with our arms around each other's backs.  That night was no different
sitting on the floor watching the boys play Xbox.  Chad looked at us
several times with a confused `guys-don't-normally-do-that' look on his
face;.

   It was around midnight when Duncan announced he and Chad were heading
off to his room to sleep.  Cole and I started making out on the floor,
feeling each other up, after removing our underwear.  Just as Cole
suspected, Chad needed to use the washroom and saw us naked feeling each
other up, but we had stopped kissing when we heard the pitter-patter of
feet on the hardwood floor.  We never acknowledged him, but continued to
fondle each other sitting on the floor, facing one another, by the glow of
the television.

   When Chad headed back to the bedroom wearing only his underwear, we
waited for only a second before crawling to the door.  Duncan had left his
light on as instructed.  The boys were talking about baseball and soccer,
and Duncan had his hand inside his underpants.

   "Feels nice when ya touch down there.  Do you ever do that?" Duncan
asked.

   "Yup, all the time," Chad smiled, putting his hand down his underwear.

   "Let's take these off and do it together!" Duncan suggested with an
excited tone.

   "Okay," Chad replied, waiting for Duncan to go first.

   Kneeling side by side outside the bedroom, fully erect and playing with
each other's genitals, we chuckled at each other.

   Duncan squirmed out of his underpants and tossed them on the floor, lay
back and began masturbating.  Chad got brave and took his off.  His cock
was a little shorter than Duncan's, but much thicker.  He was cut and had
nice long and plump balls.

   "My brother taught me this, it's called jerking off," Duncan said
proudly.  Cole had instructed him well and he was doing a fine job.  "Try
it, Chad, it feels really nice."

   "Oh, yes it does, kid," Cole whispered, causing me to stifle a snicker.

   Most teenagers our age were out looking at girls or drinking in the
woods talking about sex.  Cole and I were well beyond that.  We knew what
blowjobs were like; we knew what fucking was like.  Too bad more guys
weren't brave enough to try it with another guy.  They'd be much happier if
they did.  Cole once said that he was sure some of the guys were doing it.
At the very least, jerking each other off.

   "Let's do it for each other," Duncan suggested, reaching over for Chad's
cock.  "You got a nice one, Chad."

   "So do you," he replied.

   "So do both of you!" Cole had to say.  I blew snot out of my nose, my
hand covering my mouth in laughter.

   Cole was really into little kids, that much was very obvious now if it
wasn't before.  I made a mental note to ask him if he'd had young boys
before; something told me he had.  He often talked about Michael, his
12-year-old cousin, but never said if anything sexual was going on.  I was
beginning to think there was.  I was even a little hurt that he never told
me about it.

   The boys masturbated each other.  Their balls jiggled like jello,
especially Chad's grape-sized gems.  I guessed I was becoming a pedophile
like Cole, or maybe I was just trying to please him.  But I did find it
erotic watching my brother seduce his best friend.

   Duncan became brave.  "Wanna know what else feels really good?

   "Sure."

   Duncan scooted down the bed and put his mouth on Chad's cock and toyed
with his balls.  At first, Chad didn't look at all pleased.  He raised his
head to see what Duncan was doing to him...I felt certain that would be the
end of it.  However, Chad put his head back down never saying a word.  Guys
and blowjobs, I thought, and snickered.

   Cole was getting off on it...not to say that I wasn't...but I thought he
could used a warm mouth around his cock.  Cole didn't argue.  He just sat
on the hardwood floor, and I sprawled out with my legs pushing into
Duncan's bedroom.  If Chad happened to glance that way, he would have seen
us.  We weren't that concerned, although Cole's plan was not to do anything
too soon that might frighten Chad.

   In the silence, I heard my little brother slurping on Chad's cock.  Both
brothers with a cock in our mouths, pleasuring our guys.  I wondered if he
and Chad would become lovers like Cole and me.  I would be so happy for my
little brother, the sex machine...and what a lucky guy Chad would be!

   Duncan hadn't yet asked Chad to return the favor, as planned.  He seemed
very content to continue sucking Chad.

   "Oh fuck, he's licking Chad's balls!" Cole said.

   In response, I started licking Cole's balls and sucking them in my
mouth, perhaps with a bit too much gusto...he flinched.  "Sorry," I
apologized in a whisper, "Just got carried away, I guess."

   "He's going to do it, suck your brother's cock!" Cole announced
excitedly.

   This I had to see for myself.  Sure enough, Chad was blowing my brother!
"Cole, yer a genius."

   "You can thank me in bed...let's go make love."

   Cole and I didn't bother wearing clothes the next day...I was becoming
quite the nudist.  Chad and Duncan came in the kitchen for breakfast
wearing just their underwear.  Chad stopped dead in his tracks, staring at
the two of us fixing Eggo waffles as carefree as could be, and both of us
semi-hard at the eroticism of it all.

   They sat down while we served them.  Chad's eyes were like saucers.  He
appeared nervous and shyly looked away from us, only to return his gaze. 
Duncan couldn't care less, he knew it was part of Cole's master plan,
though even he eyeballed Cole's beautiful cock every so often.

   We all chowed down breakfast and shot the shit talking about sports. 
Cole brought up girls.  No, Chad wasn't interested in them, as expected at
his age.  I blurted, "Who needs girls anyway, guys are a lot more fun to be
with, right Chad?"

   "Yup," he replied with a smile.  "Least they play ball."

   "And play with each other's balls, too," Cole said ever so casually,
cutting his waffles.

   Chad turned red and looked at Duncan who smiled back at him, then at us.
"I promised Chad that you guys would show him the white stuff."

   "Sure.  If he wants," I replied.  I had to give my brother credit for
staying on queue.  "How `bout you Cole?"

   "Not a problem...if he wants to see."

   "So, do you want to?" Duncan asked Chad who turned red once again.

   He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess so," preoccupying himself
with his breakfast.

   What was it with kids and that shrug of the shoulders and the `I guess
so' thingy?  I don't remember ever doing that myself.  Chad was hooked,
line and sinker.  I looked at Cole who looked back at me with a devious
smile.  My cock was hard and I was certain his was as well, his right hand
under the table most definitely playing with himself...just as I was.

   When Cole stood to clear the table, Chad's eyes widened, staring at his
erection.  I joined Cole, giving Chad something else to ogle.  There was
something very erotic about not only being nude, but erect in front of the
kid.  I knew he didn't have brothers, only two younger sisters, and his mom
was a single parent, so the chances of him ever seeing a naked guy were
slim and nil...and so we had his full and undivided attention.

   As Cole and I walked hand in hand to my bedroom, he turned and said,
"Well, are you guys coming or not?"

   We lay side-by-side, our backs against the headboard, with the boys
sitting facing us at the foot of the bed.  We skipped jerking ourselves
off, and went straight for each other instead.  Chad was all smiles, his
hands covering his crotch obviously hiding a boner.

   My little brother pulled off his underwear and jerked himself, urging
Chad to do the same.  He was reluctant, until Cole said, "It isn't really
fair that you get to watch us and we don't get to watch you, Chad."

   If his face could have turned any redder, it would have.  However, he
must have felt the peer pressure and slowly removed his briefs.  Still very
uncertain and shy, he covered himself with his hands again.

   "Don't worry, buddy," Cole said, "we saw you and Duncan together last
night naked and playing with each other's cocks...and doing other things!"
He laughed, making it seem like it was no big deal.  "All guys do those
things...unless ya really want to do it with a girl, that is."

   "Yeah, Chad.  Ya wanna do it with Jennifer Morgan?" Duncan teased.

   "Gross!" he replied, giggling.

   "We're all guys here, Chad.  It's no big deal fooling around with each
other...our secret." Cole said.  "Give Duncan a handjob and he'll give you
one?"

   Chad eased up and reached for Duncan's erection, and Duncan did the
same. Like taking candy from a baby, I thought, young boys are amazingly
curious and vulnerable beings.  "If ya really want to see the white stuff,
Chad, you give Cole a handjob, and Duncan can do me."

   "Do it, Chad.  It's really cool, you'll see!" Duncan encouraged his
friend.

   Chad inched his way up the bed and Cole took his hand.  Duncan moved up
and masturbated me.  Cole came first, his cum flying up and splattering his
chest and belly; after that, he was spent.  I asked Duncan to join me in
licking it all up.  It was only the second time Chad had seen a guy sucking
another guy's cock, after his first time with Duncan.  Going for leftovers,
I squeezed whatever I could from Cole's cock into my mouth, and let Duncan
have the rest...his face looked like a glazed donut afterwards.  Although I
hadn't come yet, I didn't care...my boyfriend had a great time, and that's
all that mattered.

   Once again we stayed naked all day, mostly playing Xbox on the living
room floor, eating munchies and smoking weed.  Chad had lost all
inhibitions by now and walked around nude, without a care in the world it
seemed.  At Cole's suggestion, Chad called home to say he was spending
another night at Duncan's house.  The funniest sight was Cole giving Chad a
blowjob as he was on the phone with his mom!  The four of us lay on the
floor, legs over legs in a circle, sucking each other and rotating once in
awhile.  By the time we broke off for a mac and cheese lunch, everyone had
sucked everyone.

   Cole asked if I minded if he took Chad into Duncan's room for a
one-on-one.  My nose was put out a bit, but I approved.  Cole was right, he
wanted to bring Chad to orgasm, and in private he would be more relaxed. 
Me and Duncan went to my room, and he fucked me after a short 69.

   As an end to my story, I can report that Cole did indeed bring Chad to
orgasm after about two hours; and so did I, later that evening.  We slept
on the livingroom floor with blankets and pillows, a regular old-fashioned
slumber party, with a little something extra.  We didn't fuck Chad that
night, but he did watch Duncan and Cole fuck me, and even took a turn up my
ass.

   During the following weeks, I did eventually ask Cole if he was fooling
around with his 12-year-old cousin Michael.  He admitted he had been since
the boy was 6!  "We can do him together if ya want," ...  but that's
another story!

   THE END ...

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