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                                   Part 1



        Brad Taylor arrived home from soccer practice one

afternoon to find the following note stuck to the refrigerator:



                BOYS --



                Your father's running late on his show and I'll be

                in class until 5.

                Start dinner yourselves, okay?



                        Love,    Mom



        Great, Brad thought, pulling the note off the fridge and

tossing it in the garbage.  He didn't know the first thing about

cooking.

        He decided he and Randy and Mark, his younger brothers,

would order a pizza or something.

        Brad headed upstairs, still dressed in his soccer uniform,

which was sticking like crazy to his body.  He was *still* sweating

from the game, and he hadn't showered afterward because he didn't

like being naked around his teammates.  Lugging his heavy tote bag

behind him, Brad dragged himself wearily to the room he shared

with Randy and flopped down on the bed.  The house was dead

quiet.  Since Dad was gone, nothing was exploding and nobody was

cursing.

        "I guess I might as well start my homework," Brad said

loudly into the empty room, as though saying it would be more

motivational.  Sighing, he dug his textbooks out and carried them

over to his desk.

        Just then the front door slammed from downstairs, making

Brad jump about a foot.  "Jesus," he muttered quietly, and then he

heard Randy begin calling out.

        "Mom!  Dad!  Anybody home?"

        Randy's home, Brad thought excitedly, putting his books

away and sitting expectantly on the edge of his bed.  He pushed his

long sweaty blond hair off his forehead and propped himself up

with hands behind himself.  His heart began pounding a little faster,

and he was sort of surprised to find a fresh sweat had broken out all

across his body--under his arms, down his legs, even in his face.

He felt himself flushing...could *see* it in the full-length mirror at

the far end of the room.

        "Hey, anybody home?"  Randy was still yelling, but now

he was climbing the steps.  Brad gulped as he felt his cock stir

within his shorts.  He hadn't realized how much he wanted this.

Impulsively, almost without realizing he was doing it, Brad reached

one hand down the front of his shorts, closing his eyes as his

fingers traced through the wisps of pubic hair growing around the

root of his cock, parting his lips as he took gentle hold of himself.

His semi-erection immediately grew firmer in his grasp, and he

began to pump his hand slowly, jerkily...as much as his shorts

would allow him.  He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the

plump head, gasping as he finally got a full erection.  He cupped

his balls, hanging at full stretch from the base of his cock, and

brought one fingertip daintily back up and along the length of his

erection.  He sighed.

        "Randy," he whispered under his breath.  "Come on..."

        "Hey, is *anybody* here at all?"  Randy had reached the

second floor landing and was coming down the hall.  Fast.  Brad

quickly regained his composure and pulled his hand--reluctantly--

from down his shorts and sat back on the bed like nothing was

happening...about two seconds before his brother burst into the

bedroom.

        "Boy, where is ev--"  Randy Taylor broke off as he saw his

older brother sitting there.  Randy cast a couple of looks up and

down the blond boy's body--flushed face, wide eyes, lusty

expression--and immediately understood.  "You the only one here?"

he asked softly.

        "Yeah," Brad whispered.  "They won't be back till five."

He was staring right back at Randy.  His brother was wearing a

striped T-shirt and extremely baggy jeans held up with an ordinary

black belt.  His sneakers were considerably beat-up.  His wavy hair

was ruffled and his own face was flushed.  Brad knew Randy had

P.E. sixth period and, like Brad, didn't like showering around the

other boys.  It was a hot day, and here on the second story it

seemed hotter still.  Even with the screen in their window, the boys

were getting very little in the way of a draft to cool them off.

        Randy cocked an eyebrow and stared at his brother.  Brad

watched the way the boy's shoulders rose and fell--more quickly

now--in time with his heavy breathing.  "It's been awhile," Randy

said at last.

        "Almost a week," Brad agreed, very quietly.  He could

only stare as his brother shut the door to their bedroom, then

walked slowly over to the window and closed the blinds.  The room

was left pleasantly dim, giving the illusion of cool.

        "Have you..."  Randy finished the thought by curving his

fingers and thumb into a fist and rocking it suggestively back and

forth in mid-air.

        Brad shook his head.  "You?"

        "No," Randy breathed.  "I've been...waiting."  He grinned.

"Saving it."

        "Me too," Brad answered.  "Just like we agreed."

        "Good."  Randy walked so that he stood very close to Brad,

the older boy still sitting and watching from the bed.  The younger

boy tossed his head back, pushed his hands through his tangled

sweaty hair, and slowly lifted his T-shirt up and off his body.

Randy thought he heard Brad give off a soft moan as his narrow

chest was revealed, his pale nipples cast in shadow...and then it

was Randy himself who shut his eyes and gasped quietly as he felt

his brother's fingers working eagerly at his belt buckle.

        "Mmm," Brad said quietly, the sound a silky whisper in the

dim bedroom.  His hands came forward, delicately tracing the

curve of Randy's slight torso, fingers moving in between his pecs,

Randy's breath catching and his shoulders hitching as Brad teased

the boy's nipples, feeling them harden beneath his sweaty fingers.

        "Ah jeez..." Randy found himself whispering, head bent

back and lips parted slightly.  Brad barely saw the boy's tongue

dart out of his mouth briefly, just briefly, to moisten his lips.  His

eyes were half-shut.  "God, Brad..."

        "Yeah," the older boy said huskily, his voice breaking

between whisper and normal, suddenly seeming very loud in the

bedroom.  Neither boy noticed or cared.  "Yeah..."

        "Wanna cum..." Randy was whispering, more to himself

than to his brother...and Brad barely made it out until Randy had

said it several times, almost like a chant.  "Wanna cum, Brad...it's

been too long...too long..."

        "Five days," Brad breathed.  He carefully, slowly unlaced

his brother's sneakers and helped him step out of them.

        "Too long..."

        "Yeah."  Brad undid Randy's button fly, one button at a

time.  Slowly.  The jeans sagged to the boy's knees after the third

one was unclasped, and Randy, as though on auto-pilot, kicked his

legs out of them and stood before his brother in only his socks and

BVD's.  Brad could see Randy was already semi-hard in his briefs,

his cock curling upward and outward away from his body; his nuts

formed a bulge lower down between his legs.  Brad's hands had

moved down from his brother's pecs and nipples, down to his

navel, down beneath the elastic of his underwear.  Randy caught his

breath noticeably when Brad first brushed the tips of his fingers

through the fringes of his pubic hair.

        "Oh..." Randy wheezed.  "Oh, Brad..."

        Brad shushed his younger brother in a soothing tone.

Without speaking, he moved his fingers back up from within

Randy's shorts and instead began pulling them down his legs.

Randy gasped again, spreading his legs to make Brad's job easier,

and Brad dropped Randy's briefs to the floor, helping the boy out

of his socks as quickly as possible at the same time.  The simple

motion of Randy's leg and foot kicking the underpants away got Brad

incredibly excited...he didn't know why.  His  cock throbbed in the

confines of his own briefs.

        Now completely naked, Randy stood staring down at his

brother with heavy-lidded eyes.  Brad stared unabashedly at

Randy's half-erection, his small patch of pubic hair.  We look a lot

alike, Brad suddenly thought.

        "Brad," Randy was whispering, and his hands now came to

his brother's shoulders, pulling eagerly--almost savagely--at the

jersey the boy was still wearing.  "Suck me...I want you to suck

me..."

        "Yeah, Randy," Brad said back, letting Randy pull off his

jersey.  The younger boy's hands became frantic on his chest once

it was bared--his breathing was audible, wheezing little gasps.

Randy's hands plunged through Brad's hair and now the older boy

suddenly found himself with his mouth planted on Randy's chest,

the younger boy moaning and pulling Brad closer to him, as Brad

kissed and licked around the boy's nipples, his chest, his navel.

One of his hands went to Randy's cock, at first just gripping it

lightly at the root...then moving.  Slowly.  When Brad's fist

reached the tip of Randy's cock, the younger boy moaned and

pulled Brad's head more tightly against his chest.  When Brad

double-timed his motions, his fist flogging Randy's now three-

fourths hard cock, Randy's hips began moving in perfect sync.

        "Oh, God," Randy said now, teeth clenched and head

tipped back on his neck.  Brad felt him hardening in his grasp with

every stroke.  When his hand became sticky with Randy's first

drops, he slowed his fist, lightened his grip.  The younger boy

moaned.

        "Suck me, Brad," he said huskily, his tone determined and

leaving no room for argument.  "Suck me...make me cum..."

        "Mmm, yeah..." Brad answered quietly.  He got off the bed

and onto his knees in front of his brother even before Randy knew

it was happening...and then suddenly it *was* happening, Brad had

three-quarters of Randy's five-inch cock down his throat, and

Randy was thrusting his hips and squeezing his ass for all he was

worth, trying to get Brad's lips and tongue deeper down on his

cock, moaning his brother's name...but Brad worked him steadily,

refusing to let him finish too soon.  The older boy wrapped both

hands around Randy's smooth hairless ass, fingers digging in

between the cheeks, holding him steady, as Brad slowly sucked and

pulled his mouth up the length of his brother's cock with enough

force to make Randy go completely nuts, whimpering and trying

desperately to thrust his hips but held back by Brad's firm hands.

Brad reached the tip and tickled the slit teasingly with his tongue,

tasting the few drops there and making Randy whisper savagely.

        "Suck me, Brad...oh *God* please suck me..."

        "Yeah..."  Randy's dick twitched and jumped every time

Brad touched it with his tongue.  He dove down unexpectedly,

grabbing on tight to Randy's ass once again as he licked and

sucked, staying in a moderate rhythm, up and back along the top

two inches or so of Randy's erection, making sure to linger at the

tip.  Faster and faster Brad moved, and the louder and heavier grew

Randy's breathing.  Finally, when he knew Randy was at the

plateau, near the verge, Brad dug his right forefinger up between

the younger boy's buttocks, slipping neatly into his tight asshole,

pausing with his mouth as he moved in, up to the first

knuckle...and Randy moaned and called to Brad once again.

        "God," he whispered, "I'm gonna...gonna..."

        "Mmm," Brad whispered, continuing to move his mouth

slowly around the top half of Randy's erection, tasting more and

more drops at the tip now, letting his lips and tongue linger on the

salty flesh instead of moving as frantically...and finally when he

felt he'd kept Randy lingering there long enough, he suddenly

began diving and bobbing frantically with his head, bringing his

mouth up and back, up and back against Randy's cock until the boy

let out a long series of moans, his knees finally buckling at the end,

Brad supporting him with his hands at his ass.  Randy finally

hollered as his climax hit him, Brad feeling the boy's asshole

repeatedly constrict and loosen as Brad swallowed every drop of the

boy's solid six or seven streams of cum, not even leaving after the

last drop, making sure to wait until the younger boy was absolutely

spent and his cock shrunk back to half-erect...and then Brad sighed

contentedly and lifted his mouth from Randy's cock, letting his

tongue make a leisurely slow circle around his lips to make sure he

hadn't missed any remaining drops.  He hadn't.

        Bare-chested, Brad then stood slowly from his kneeling

position and met his brother's eyes.  Neither one spoke.  It was

Randy who leaned in first, touching Brad at the shoulders, and then

they kissed briefly...then long and deep, Randy gasping as his

tongue touched Brad's, eyes closing as he tasted the residue of

saltiness from his cum still lingering in Brad's mouth.

        "Oh, God, Brad...that was the best," Randy gushed when

they broke.  "The best.  You always were the best at making me

cum..."

        "Yeah," Brad panted back, leaning in to kiss Randy again,

his breathing suddenly accelerating and his heart pounding with the

thrill of realizing how *horny* he was, how much he wanted it.  He

met the younger boy's lips again, Randy groaning as their tongues

touched, Brad feeling the boy's hands slipping jerkily across his

bare, sweaty back, tracing his shoulder blades, then down the

elastic of his shorts and underpants to stroke Brad's tight ass.  Brad

caught his breath and intensified the kiss, pulling Randy's head

toward his own, running his fingers through the boy's wavy hair,

panting as they met in an open-mouth-closed-mouth rhythm that got

Brad's already hard cock throbbing in his briefs.

        "Randy," Brad wheezed when the broke, his face and even

his chest totally flushed from the making out.  "Suck me..."  He

could barely control himself.  Randy wore a sexy half-grin, his

hands wandering down Brad's sticky chest, poking his fingers

gingerly into his navel.  Brad moaned as the boy's fingers looped

into his shorts and underpants, feeling almost dizzy as he watched

them slide down his firm, sweaty legs, hairless except for some

stubble around the shins.  Brad closed his eyes as he felt his brother

work deftly at the laces of his sneakers, feeling them removed

gently, with all the expertise of a shoe salesman.  His socks were

gone in a single breath.  Then Brad, now barefoot, stepped out of

his shorts, never taking his eyes off Randy who was meeting his

gaze with a lusty, pouty expression of his own.  The younger boy's

cock by this time was almost completely back to soft.

        Brad kicked the last of his clothes away and stepped

backward, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back.  Randy

joined him in an instant to lay at his side.  "God, Randy, suck

me..."  Brad barely realized he was speaking.

        "Mmm," Randy whispered in approval, brushing his lips all

across his brother's torso, nipples, hips.  He paused to flick his

tongue against the very tips of Brad's pale nipples, brushing his

fingertips against the boy's erection as he did so.  Brad moaned and

his hips bucked off the bed once, very quickly.

        "God...make me cum, Randy...make me cum..."

        "I want to  taste you," Randy whispered, pausing to lift his

lips from Brad's navel, still fingering the tip of his brother's five-

and-a-half-inch erection.  "I'll swallow you whole, Brad...I want to

taste your cum..."

        "Yeah...oh, please, Randy..."

        "Yeah," Randy whispered, and now his lips moved

downward from Brad's navel, at the same time stroking downward

with the fist already on the older boy's cock, causing Brad to gasp

as Randy slowly jacked him tip to base, tip to base.  Randy felt the

cock twitch in his hand with every motion across the glans.  Brad's

hips began to pump in gentle rhythm with the younger boy's

hand...and then finally his hips strained upward, pounding, when

Randy gently took just the glans into the circle of his lips.

        "God," Brad moaned plaintively.  "Suck my cock, Randy,

yeah...oh fuck..."

        Randy didn't answer, only brought his lips and tongue

slowly downward until he'd brought Brad's cock completely into

his mouth, the glans poking all the way down the back of his throat.

He twitched his head ever so slightly up and back, caressing the tip

of the blond boy's cock with the back of his mouth and Brad's

breathing went double time, his hips thrashing around on the bed

and his legs actually convulsing.  Randy had to steady him with

soothing hands at his hips as he brought his mouth back up, tickling

every inch of the length of Brad's erection as he returned to only

the glans, then dipped back down, not so far this time.  Brad

moaned, said something unintelligible.  Randy sucked expertly up

and back, bobbing and dipping with his head along the top third of

Brad's erection, speeding up until he was at two full strokes a

second.  Brad was wheezing, panting, his head back in the

pillows...totally gone.  Randy groaned without removing his

mouth, shut his eyes a little, and slipped one finger down between

Brad's legs and pressed carefully at his asshole.  He got about half

an inch in before Brad really lost it.

        "Oh, Jesus...oh Randy...fuck...fuckin suck me, man...oh

*God* yes..."  His face was beet red and, if Randy could have seen

it, so was the tip of his cock.  Randy was surprised to find himself

getting hard already...Brad's moaning and groaning were turning

him on to no end.  He wished he could jack himself off as he

sucked Brad, but he needed both hands.  He pulled his lips off the

boy's cock only once, to tongue all around Brad's glans, and then

he dipped slowly down with his whole mouth when he sensed

Brad's frustration was overcoming his excitement.  When Randy

dove upward to pull and suck eagerly at the tip once again, he could

taste Brad's pre-cum for the first time.

        "Uh...uh, Randy...oh my God..."  Brad's eyes were wide

in almost comical disbelief.  He could feel the gentle twitchings and

pullings of Randy's tongue on his cock...the occasional brush of his

inner cheeks when Randy used suction.  The boy's finger up in his

asshole slowly began to slide in an out, fucking him in the ass faster

and faster as his orgasm approached.  Brad knew Randy knew all

his signs just as he knew Randy's.  Faster and faster Randy's mouth

worked, and Brad pushed his hips upward with all the force he

could muster as he started feeling his cum building, the finger in his

asshole sending an indescribable bolt of pleasure up between his

legs with every savage in-thrust.  He held back as long as possible,

suddenly falling as still as he could to try and let it build instead of

having it all at once...but when Randy's lips ever so gently tongue-

kissed his glans, the tip of his tongue collecting all the dribbles that

had formed there, Brad went over completely.  He gasped, moaned,

gnashed his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as his ass went taut

and his hips thrusted upward harder than he ever had in his

life...until finally he had a deep, rich climax that was five days in

the making, shooting seven or eight times and grunting and

thrusting each time, feeling Randy expertly kissing and tonguing

right at the tip to help increase the pressure, poking his finger hard

and fast in and out of Brad's ass in rhythm with his

spurts...swallowing every drop.

        And at the end Brad collapsed.  Relaxed.  He was almost

half-asleep by the time the last few drops came.

        "Man," Randy whispered, after he'd withdrawn his mouth

and moved up the bed to lay side-by-side next to his brother.  "You

sure got into that."

        "Like I said, it's been awhile," Brad said sleepily.  He felt

remarkably calm and peaceful.  He slung an arm around his

brother's shoulders and then they kissed briefly.  "Nobody's ever

made me cum like that."

        "Not even on your own?" Randy said, feeling his chest

swell with pride.

        "Nuh-uh."  Brad shook his head.  "God, I think I pulled

something."  Both boys laughed.

        "Well," Randy said, after a long pause.  "I'm gonna take a

shower."  He got up from the bed and got a towel from the closet,

which he wrapped around his waist.  "You got homework?"

        "Yeah," Brad said dejectedly.  Randy just laughed and left

the room.  About a minute later Brad heard the bathroom door close

and water running.  Sighing, he got up, put his soccer jersey back

on, and retrieved his Algebra book.



                                  Part 2






        Five minutes later, Brad was still trying to figure out what

the hell "completing the square" was when there was a knock at the

front door.

        "Shit," the boy muttered, and hopped down the stairs two at

a time to answer.  When he opened the door and saw who was

there, he was suddenly reminded that *he* hadn't yet showered.

        "Hello, Bradley," said Ashley, standing there looking very

beautiful wearing a short purple summer dress and shiny black

shoes.  She carried her bookbag gracefully in her right hand.

"Figured I'd drop over and see if you wanted to..."  Ashley paused,

smiled and cleared her throat.  "*Study*," she finished pointedly.

        "Sure," Brad stammered.  "I mean, come on in."

        His girlfriend entered slowly, the dress billowing up and

around her body as she walked by, and Brad was struck yet again at

how beautiful she was--dark brown hair, catlike blue-green eyes,

sizable breasts for her age (Brad took every opportunity he could to

take them in).  Her legs were long, womanly, not knock-kneed like

a lot of the girls at school.  When she smiled at him her pouty lips

became almost too sexy to bear.

        "Are we alone?" she asked quietly.  She looked nowhere

but at him.

        "Randy's in the shower," Brad whispered.  The words

came out in one breath.

        Ashley pursed her lips in disappointment--it was even

sexier than the smile.  "Would he mind if we used his room

for...oh, say half an hour?"

        Brad's heart seemed to stop.  "You mean..."

        "You know what I mean, Bradley."  The look she gave him

right then said it more than the words did.

        Oh, Jesus, Brad thought excitedly.  "Randy won't mind at

all," he said aloud, although it came out as a little peep.

"Uh...come on."

        He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom,

where he and Randy had been not ten minutes ago.  When they

entered, it was she who shut and locked the door behind them.

        "Well, here we are," she said softly.

        "Yeah," he wheezed back.  Brad could barely speak, let

alone breathe.  "Here we are."

        She sniffed the air for a second.  "Smells like you've been

sweating a bit."  She eyed him.  "Smells like you've been playing

soccer."

        "Yeah.  Earlier today."  God, what a *doofus* you are,

Taylor!

        Ashley exhaled and clasped her hands in front of her.  "I

love watching you play...the way your body moves, Bradley."  She

stared at him seductively, gave him another of those grins.  And

Brad felt the familiar stirring of his cock, growing to life.

        "The way your hips move when you run..." Ashley was

continuing, dropping her voice to a whisper.  "It makes me so hot,

Bradley.  So *wet*.  Do you understand?"

        "Yes," Brad answered.  The room seemed to have gotten

about twenty degrees warmer.

        Suddenly Ashley was walking over to him, and now their

faces were just inches apart.  Her eyes bored into his, as though

trying to figure out who was going to make the first move...and

then it was she who leaned in to kiss him, just a peck on his lips at

first, and then her mouth was suddenly folded wide across his, and

Brad's eyes closed and his tongue slipped into her mouth seconds

before she gasped desperately and did the same.  Her arms went

around him, fingernails scratching their way up his back beneath

his soccer jersey.  Her mouth became frantic on his, gasping and

sucking and licking all around his lips, and Brad did his best to

keep up.  He put his hands hesitantly on her back, rubbing up and

down...the way she'd always told him she liked it.

        She broke the kiss, nuzzling her lips into his neck and his

bare shoulder through the collar of his shirt.  "When I get home

from watching you play," she was whispering, hands at the same

time moving quickly to the base of his shirt, lifting it up his body,

"it's all I can do to keep my hands off myself until I'm alone...in

my room..."

        Brad could only sigh, a fluttery whisper that he barely

heard.

        "And then..." she continued, pulling his jersey off and

throwing it hard onto the floor, "I have to slip one, two, sometimes

three fingers up into myself, Bradley, finger myself...imagining

that's your cock in there..."

        "Oh God," Brad could only pant, as her lips kissed his

nipples and her hands pushed roughly at his shorts.  Some part of

his mind was grateful he was till barefoot, but most of it was

focused on the fact that he now stood naked, swollen cock sticking

out straight from his honey-colored patch of pubic hair, kissing

Ashley as best he could as her lips roamed all across his body.

Cool fingers wrapped snugly around the mid-section of his penis

and began flogging him at first gently, then hard.  Roughly.  She

began centering on the tip and Brad groaned, pulled her to him.

His hands went to her breasts, cupping them through the annoying

material of her dress, but Ashley gasped, pulled his hands away,

making Brad think he'd moved too fast...but then she placed them

on her legs, one hand on each, and guided them upward, far enough

up her dress to make Brad catch his breath at the realization that she

was wearing no panties.  His fingers explored newfound territory--

the swell of her buttocks, the firmness of her bare hips, while his

cock throbbed between her stroking fingers.  He moved hesitantly

around to the front, not wanting to risk her protest, but her moan of

pleasure when he drifted through her pubic hair was all he needed.

Plunging downward, he felt the silky lips, the moist hole down

beneath and in between...and Ashley's free hand gripped him

savagely around the back of his head and pulled him in for a frantic

French kiss.

        "Oh...oh, Bradley, that's it...yeah..."  Ashley was panting

through gritted teeth, head bent back as she flogged him even more

viciously, Brad just trying to keep from going over the edge as she

got a vice clamp grip on the tip of his cock, pulling and stroking.

"Get in there...oh, yes get your fingers *in* me..."  She spread her

legs and Brad felt the hole magically open, felt his own face about

to catch fire.  He got two, three fingers up in there to the second

knuckle and just about lost it when he felt the slick, moist heat

around them, groaned involuntarily at the thought of what his cock

would feel like in there....  He thrust back and forth with his

fingers and Ashley began moaning, almost *screaming*, and her

hips bucked and convulsed in a sexy, dance-like rhythm.  Brad

gasped and finger-fucked her for about ten more seconds, not even

kissing her, just staring in amazement at this display.  Her original

moisture had been nothing compared to the way she dripped wet

around his fingers now.

        He couldn't wait any longer.  Roughly he pushed her over

toward the bed, and she sat down with a pleasurable grunt.  His

hands yanked at the straps securing the dress on her shoulders, and

the top part flopped down easily, revealing her considerable

breasts, the pale aureoles, the erect purple-red nipples that stood

plumply out from her body.  She stood briefly to let the rest of her

dress fall away, and when she moved back to lie naked on the bed,

Brad could only stare at her small patch of fine pubic hair, a darker

brown than the hair on her head, and at the way the slit between her

legs seemed to open at one point, exposing the secret place within.

Her ass curved beautifully, separating hips and legs.

        She said his name once, very softly:  "Bradley..."

        He joined her immediately, pushing himself awkwardly on

top of her and becoming almost dizzy at feeling her move her legs

and pelvis skillfully beneath his, accommodating him, until

suddenly his crotch was cupped perfectly into hers and Brad felt the

warmth, the heat of her against the sensitive skin of his cock and he

exhaled audibly, desperately.  His moist lips met her own once

again, eyes closing and tongues circling frantically as Ashley's

hands slipped down his back to grasp his smooth ass, the girl

gasping as their kiss became more urgent, faster, harder.  He felt

her crotch shifting...then rolling beneath his--Brad felt the mind-

boggling sensation of having her wet pussy lips teasing the length

of his cock, smoothly, silkily, up and back, until he couldn't stand

it anymore and he shifted himself around on her, Ashley

understanding and reaching down to gently point him outward and

downward, helping him to find the right angle, and then Ashley

thrusted her hips upward at the same time she guided Brad

downward...the boy suddenly feeling the maddening sensation of

having just the head of his cock inside her, the smooth liquid heat

beckoning him in further.  He grunted loudly, spread his legs, and

drove *in*.  Ashley cried out as Brad penetrated her to the hilt,

grabbing him hard around the lower back and ass and Brad, who

felt like his head was about to explode, began moving to some

rhythm he heard only in the dim recesses of his mind.

        "Oh Ashley," he heard himself say, and his voice was

huskier and deeper than he'd ever heard it before.  "Oh my God..."

Her snatch was a pool of fire that had enveloped him, spreading

pleasure outward from this center between their two bodies, and he

was dimly aware as he moved, she had begun to thrust with him,

shallow motions of her hips that seemed to make her hole come

alive around him, caressing him, holding him sometimes tight and

sometimes loose.  When he was in to the hilt, it was like he wanted

to hold himself there forever, lose himself.

        "Bradley..." the girl moaned, and her voice was desperate,

vulnerable...nothing like the girl who'd smiled at him earlier.

"Fuck me, Bradley..."

        Brad grunted and pounded at her harder, centering most of

his motion in his hips and causing the bed to start squeaking and

clacking as they moved.

        "Oh..." Ashley howled, seething as she threw her head

back and slapped the palms of her hands against the boy's ass as it

pumped up and down.  "Oh...fuck me...fuck *harder*...make me

cum, Bradley..."

        "Yeah," Brad grunted, letting the tight friction of her hole

bring him up fast but at the same time desperately trying to hold off

as long as he could.  He hugged her to him, her breasts pressing

maddeningly against his chest.  When they kissed there was a

hunger to it that Brad had never known with her before.

        "God, yes," Ashley moaned.  "Oh...oh,

Bradley...I'm...I'm..."  She sucked in a quick breath and dug into

the flesh of his upper thighs and ass with her fingernails, Brad

barely noticing, as he thrust in and out shallowly, bringing only the

mid-section of his erection in and out of her.  He paused once,

about two minutes after beginning, to try to let his growing

excitement fade so that he could draw it out, and she gazed up from

the pillows into his sweaty face and wide eyes and kissed him

hungrily.

        "No!" she said, pulling him downward to her once again.

"Don't stop now...God..."

        "O...Okay," Brad wheezed back, starting to move once

again, thrusting daintily within her, not daring to exaggerate his

motions beyond dragging just the very root of his cock in and out

of her for fear of blowing his wad right then.  His ass pumped up

and down above her, keeping his motions very steady.  Her

breathing was extremely shallow, her eyes half-closed...when Brad

let his hand wander across her breasts he found her nipples had

become like little pebbles.  He thrust faster, harder...up to two full

strokes a second, but staying shallow with his motions, his cock

still deep in her.  Ashley gnashed her teeth and began moaning

softly under her breath, sometimes saying his name, thrusting with

him, harder and harder until suddenly her eyes flew open and her

lips parted in one long gasp...and Brad barely noticed her

expression until suddenly she had pulled him to her while she

moaned long and loud, and Brad heard himself holler as the

sensation of her pussy seeming to *constrict* on him, tugging on

him, was all he needed to finally hit the edge...and he pounded at

her blindly, almost forgetting she was even there, until he went past

the point of no return, barely feeling her legs slip up and around

his, barely hearing the bed start shrieking as though in pain at their

savage motions...and then he was finished, spurting with a long,

satisfied grunt with his cock buried into the girl all the way to the

root, thrusting his hips hard and slow with each new burst, until he

was completely spent.  And then he just lay there on top of her,

catching his breath and letting his heartrate return to normal, loving

the feeling of her beneath him and the sticky feeling of remaining

inside her as he shrunk.

        "Mmm," Ashley whispered, after they had calmed down

and Brad had rolled away to lay naked at her side.  "Bradley..."

        He leaned over and kissed her slowly and easily.  Nothing

like before.

                                  Part 3



        Unbeknownst to Brad and Ashley, Randy had emerged

from the bathroom, towel around his waist, not ten seconds after

his older brother and his girlfriend had disappeared into the

bedroom.  Noticing the closed door, Randy walked down the hall

and raised his hand, preparing to knock.  That was when he heard

the soft moans, the occasional muffled sucking sounds of kisses,

and sometimes a whisper.

        Is that Brad and Ashley? he wondered.  It had to be!  He

dropped his arm, no longer caring that he wouldn't be able to get to

his clothes for awhile, and instead sat quietly down on the hall

carpet to listen through the door.

        He could hear everything!  He could even tell when they

moved to the bed by the telltale squeak of the box springs as they

sat down on it.  Randy's heart caught in his throat and almost

without realizing he was doing it, he slipped one hand beneath his

towel and began jacking himself, fingertips at first simply brushing

around his balls and the tip of his cock, until he was hard enough to

use the whole fist on himself, stroking the top half of his dick in a

quick, eager rhythm.  "Yeah," he whispered to himself, not daring

to be any louder in case his brother or Ashley heard him.  "Oh,

yeah..."  He heard the faint moans, the way Ashley was getting

louder every minute.  Then Brad cried out and, a few seconds later,

the bed began squeaking much too rhythmically for anything else to

be going on except...

        Randy almost cried out with pleasure right there.  "Oh,

yeah, Brad...do her...fuck her until she comes," he started

whispering, slowing down his stroking fist for fear he would end it

too soon.  He tickled around his glans, teasing himself, until he

couldn't take it anymore and started back in for real.  "Uh..."

Randy shut his eyes, leaned his head softly back against the wall,

and whacked himself as hard as he dared, now pumping his hips as

he spread his legs to give himself more room to maneuver.  His

pleasure tripled.  "Oh, yeah..."  He heard the bed squeaking faster,

more insistently...the way Ashley was caring less and less how

much he might be hearing.  Her moaning turned Randy on to no

end until suddenly the end came into full view, Randy making the

split-second to just go with it, jacking himself harder and harder,

his thigh muscles tightening in preparation for orgasm...

        There was a knock at the front door.  The first thing Randy

did was jerk his hand reflexively away from his cock, as though he

might be caught, and then he stood, cursing himself for being so

stupid.  His orgasm began to fade immediately.  The next thing he

realized was that he was going to have to answer the door wearing

only a towel.

        "Shit," he whispered to himself...except that wasn't half as

embarrassing as the raging hard-on he now had, which was totally

obvious under the towel, and he prayed for it to go down as he

descended the stairs.  He waited by the front door, cursing the

thing, until finally it had subsided and he could answer the door

before whoever it was had to knock again.

        Randy about fell over backward when he saw who was

there.

        "Hi, Randy," Beth said, slowly entering and all the while

staring at Randy.  Randy was blushing horribly--of all the damn

people who had to be at the door!  "I like your outfit."

        "Thanks," Randy said sheepishly, until he realized she

hadn't said it sarcastically.  He looked up at her slowly.  She had

dark blond hair, almost honey-colored, and her deep green eyes

bored into him suggestively.

        "Looks like you were thinking what I was thinking as I was

coming over here," Beth said quietly.

        "I was just in the shower," Randy said lamely.  "I mean..."

        Beth placed two fingers against his lips, and that touch

caused a small fire to spread from his head to his toes in about two

seconds.  His half-erection started stirring beneath his towel.  She'd

worn a pale blue shirt, white shorts and sandals, and Randy found

himself staring at her legs--how long they were, how tan they

were...how they would feel cupped into his hands.

        "Let's go upstairs," Beth said, before Randy could say

anymore.  He nodded briskly and let her lead the way, taking the

first right (which was actually his younger brother Mark's

room...although Randy wasn't about to say anything) and shutting

the door behind them.  In here Randy was glad in a way that they

couldn't hear Brad and Ashley any longer.

        "Are you naked under there?" Beth was whispering now,

walking slowly toward Randy and forcing him to walk backward

toward the bed.  "Are you naked under that towel?"

        "Yeah," the boy breathed.

        "Mmm," Beth said lustily, reaching up to finger her

budding breasts through her shirt and shutting her eyes as she

traced her taut nipples.  "I bet your cock's all hard...all fucking

hard..."

        "Yeah," was all Randy could say, even though it wasn't

true...although it was about to *be* true.

        "I want you in me, inside me," Beth went on, opening her

eyes halfway and starting to leisurely remove her shirt.  She wore

no bra, and Randy stared at her breasts--not huge, but nothing to

scoff at either.  "I want to fuck you, Randy..."

        Randy could only stare as she continued with her clothes,

kicking off her sandals and then wiggling her hips as she pushed

her shorts down and off, leaving her in only her panties.  She stood

back up, pushed her hair back and parted her lips, touched her

tongue to them with a few flicks.  That little act made Randy catch

his breath as his erection grew steadily.  It was now visible through

the towel.

        "Mmm..."  Beth grinned sexily as she stared at it.  "Mmm,

yeah..."  She walked forward, placed one hand on his bare chest,

and kissed him daintily.  Randy, suddenly possessed by something

he didn't understand, put both hands firmly around her back and

pulled her to him, opening his mouth wide and shutting his eyes as

he met her wet lips, moaning as Beth slid her tongue in and placed

her own hands at his lower back, down to his hips.  The kiss went

on and on, Beth whimpering through her nose as Randy's hands

moved down the back of her panties, the boy scared that she would

stop him, thrilled when she didn't.  His fingers explored areas he

never believed he ever would with Beth--the firmness of her ass,

the tightness of the hole he found up and beneath her.  His

breathing became ragged.  He moved one hand down her front,

sliding his fingers across her warm, slick lips, gasping as he felt

Beth suddenly shiver and thrust her hips forward as he touched her.

He wiggled one fingertip up and into her hole, finding her tight

beyond belief, and she kissed him harder, breaking to nuzzle her

lips into his collarbone.  Her hands slipped up his thighs, up under

his towel, Randy practically dizzy with feeling her fingers tickling

him up around his balls, finally coming to rest on his cock.  She

jacked him slowly, easily, never speeding up despite his quickened

breathing or thrusting hips.  She knelt now, kissing his chest,

placing her other hand on his tight ass, moving outward once to

knock the towel from his waist.  Randy barely noticed.  He cocked

his head backward on his neck, shut his eyes and blanked out on a

lot of the world--his universe of sensation was centered on Beth's

hands, one on his ass, the other on his cock, jacking him more and

more quickly as she sensed his excitement increasing...and then

suddenly her lips and tongue had replaced her hand and Randy

moaned, feeling his knees trembling, almost wanting to give way.

        She held him steady.  Randy tensed every muscle of his

body, feeling a groan escape his lips, as Beth suddenly began

applying more suction to his cock than he ever thought possible, his

head whirling with the sensation of having every drop of blood in

the mid-section of his body being sucked into the tip of his

cock...and when she paused on the out-motion, her lips circling his

glans and *still* continuing to suck, she flicked her tongue gently

three times against it and Randy gasped out loud.  He could barely

stop himself.  He rocked his hips forward as her mouth slid down

once again, hearing her moan seductively and feeling that vibration

all along the length of his penis.

        "Oh, God...oh my God, Beth..."  Randy hissed through his

teeth and cried out as he felt his climax creeping up, easily within

reach.  "Oh God...gonna cum..."  His hands went to her head,

actually trying to push her lower down on him, to suck him deeper

and harder.  But suddenly she stopped, pulling her mouth up and

off him with a long slow suck that actually gave him goosebumps

all along his back.  His cock stood out stiffly, harder than he'd ever

had it before.  It almost hurt.

        "Don't come, Randy," Beth whispered plaintively, her

fingers deftly stroking his balls but staying away from his dick for

fear of making him shoot.  "Not yet..."

        "No," Randy assured her, somewhat coming back to

reality.  "No..."  She stood back up and then kissed him again, now

pulling him over to the bed.  She sat down first, pausing to slip out

of her panties like it was no big deal.  She sighed softly, tilting her

head back and spreading her legs to show him everything--her patch

of dark pubic hair, the tiny pink slit within.  Randy felt his cock

actually start aching with desire.

        "Come fuck me," Beth whispered now, her hands moving

between her breasts, across her erect nipples, moving downward to

the silky triangle between her legs.  Randy watched, fascinated, as

her fingers began making some magical little curlicues around the

top of her pussy, occasionally moving into the hole itself.  "Come

on..."

        Randy moved forward, toward her.  She drew him close

with hands wrapped comfortingly around his hips and ass.  She

kissed his chest, he standing and she sitting.  Then Randy leaned

down and she leaned up to kiss for real, their lips and tongues

entwining faster and faster until finally Randy got carried away and

pushed himself downward, on top of her, forcing her backward on

the bed with their legs still hanging out over the edge.  He grunted

as he got himself in position through some primitive instinct, their

arms and legs all in a tangle, until Beth gasped as the tip of Randy's

erection somehow brushed the slick lips of her snatch.

        "In me..." Beth said desperately.  "God, now..."

        Randy pushed forward with his hips, penetrating her so fast

that the transition nearly made him hit sensory overload.  He cried

out twice, the first time as he slid into the hilt, holding onto her

fiercely as they struggled together to get to the center of the bed,

rolling and thrusting awkwardly...and the second time when Beth

somehow tightened herself on him, Randy arching his back and

squeezing his eyes shut and simply leaving himself buried up in

her, hearing Beth sigh contentedly as she continued working him

with that amazing talent, pulling and sucking on him from within.

He began thrusting his hips slowly, unsure of himself at first, then

harder and more bravely as his excitement got the better of him,

feeling himself break out in a new sweat as he fucked her harder

and harder.  He shut his eyes and panted through parted lips,

occasionally feeling Beth lean up to meet him in a hungry kiss, but

mostly he tried not to overheat too fast, which was difficult beyond

imagining--the friction was a hundred times what he could have

managed with his own hand, and the heat and moisture were

indescribable.  She was like liquid fire in there.  He kissed her,

leaning down to do so, and Beth met him eagerly, herself now

panting a little and exciting Randy with her expression of

vulnerability and lust.  As he fell into a confident rhythm she

matched him, pushing herself upward as he pushed down, their hips

mashing together and then coming apart twice a second.  Mark's

bed was sturdier, and so they were surprisingly quiet--Randy

sometimes grunted in more than a whisper, and Beth at one point

began breathing more deeply, more huskily, her eyes fluttering shut

and her hips moving more and more convulsively beneath Randy's,

her mouth opening wide.  Randy moaned as he felt her heating up

and dampening, pushing his hands down her back to cup her

thrusting ass, pulling himself in deeper and harder with each thrust.

        "God, Randy...oohhh..." Beth began moaning, kissing his

face, his neck, his upper chest as her hands roamed his back and

ass.  She cupped his smooth, hairless buttocks, grabbing on tight.

"Fuck me...oh, God..."

        "Yeah...oh, yeah," the boy whispered back.  "I'm gonna

cum, Beth.  I'm...I'm gonna..."  Randy shut his eyes as he felt his

climax, delayed twice before, growing from his asshole, to his

balls, to the root of his cock...and suddenly Beth was with him,

crying out and slapping her palms flat against his buttocks as Randy

thrust harder and harder, moving shallowly with just his glans

poking in and out of the girl's dripping pussy, feeling Beth meet

every thrust and barely believing it was happening, barely even

caring as Beth's head flew back into the pillows as her hips

pounded upward and her fingers turned to claws on the boy's

back...right as Randy himself spurted hard and deep into her,

pounding at her over and over until he had finished completely,

then sagging on top of her, almost lifeless.  She curled her legs

over and on top of his butt, keeping him in her--the way she wanted

it.  His cum was a distant warmth deep within her.

        "You came?" Randy asked her many minutes later, after

withdrawing to lay at her side, and Beth gave a slow, sleepy nod,

her eyes half-closed and her smile dreamy.

        "Yes," she said, and the "s" rolled off her tongue like a

drop of honey.  "And so did you, I think."

        Randy just grinned and they fooled around for awhile.


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