The Brothers Dim

by Kris Klein

  I got him out of his clothes, Chuck removing his black tennis shoes and white socks as I continued chowing down on his huge, hard cock. God, even his feet were gorgeous—pristine and clean. Chuck had both of his hands on either side of my hair now, fully fucking my face as his groans increased in volume, and before he could come I managed to disengage myself from his prick, getting to my feet.

  “Come on,” I said, taking his hand as I had Kyle’s earlier. “Let me show you what Becky looks like, man.”

  I lead him down the hall, Chuck following without a sound (though I could feel the tension in his grip—he was holding onto my hand like a child in a crowded mall). As we got to my closed door, I turned back to Chuck and paused, my pulse ringing in my ears like a heartbeat.

  “Would you have a problem with a foursome?” I asked. He looked up at me in the dark hallway, confused. “I mean, if it worked out—you, me, Becky…and another guy?”

  The question caught him off-guard. “Uhh—sure. I guess so, man. Why not?”

  “Good. I think it’d be hot, too. So I’m glad to hear it—and, uh, please keep an open mind for a minute.”

  I nudged open my bedroom door, stepping aside for Chuck to enter first. Hurrying in after him, I closed the door again and blocked it with my body as I heard Kyle yell, “Holy shit!” and Chuck gasp loud enough to break the sound barrier. Chuck turned, horrified, trying to get past me and out of my room—while, on the bed, Kyle was scrambling to cover his body (and solid-wood erection) with my bedspread.

  “Wait! Hold up!” I said to Chuck, who wanted nothing but to get past me. “So you guys both answered my ad—big deal! So you guys both have your curiosities—big deal!” I glanced over at Kyle, addressing him as well. “Don’t tell me you guys never double-teamed a girl before—not as young and hot as you both are!”

  “Not yet,” Kyle said from the bed. “I asked him a couple of times, but he didn’t wanna do it. Said he was too shy.”

  “That doesn’t mean it can’t happen!” I told him. “You guys are brothers, for God’s sake; you’ve probably grown up seeing each other naked all your lives. What’s the big deal now, when you can both get off with me in a safe, discreet environment? After all, you’ll both be playing with me—not each other!” I turned back to Chuck, who was leaning full-on against me now, face tucked into my shoulder, shaking but not talking. Good news was—his dick was still standing up straight, at full erection.

  I looked over his shoulder, where his older brother Kyle still lay covered up on my bed. He seemed to have calmed down, as well.

  “Watch,” I said, addressing Kyle—then took Chuck’s face in my hands, turning it to mine, and tried kissing him. He snapped his head away, refusing me, and I whispered in his ear, “Forget he’s here. You are sexy as hell, and you wanted this not three minutes ago. So forget he’s here…and let me show you what I can do.”

  I purposefully turned us both sideways, so Kyle could see everything from the bed, and reached again for Chuck’s face. This time, his tongue slid into my mouth, unsure at first—and then we were kissing again. His strong young arms flew around my shoulders, Chuck moaning as my right hand began stroking his nine inches again. We made out lustfully for a few minutes, before I let my lips, teeth and tongue trail down Chuck’s neck…his pecs…his belly (which elicited a yelp when I tongued his navel; jeez, he was so like his brother!)…before finally falling to my knees to get my mouth fucked again. As Chuck started up again, ramming my throat, my head gripped in his big, vice-like hands, I risked glancing over to where Kyle lay on the bed.

  He was uncovered again, bedspread tossed aside, watching me sucking off his brother and beating furiously on his own hard-on, licking his lips. When I looked up at Chuck, to watch him watching me getting my face fucked, I was amazed to see Chuck watching his own brother beating his meat, instead—fucking my face to the same rhythm Kyle was pounding out on his own dick.

  It was then I realized things were only going to get hotter.

  * * * *

  I sat on the edge of my bed, calling the brothers to me—Chuck on my right and Kyle on my left. I got them to stand so close, their nude bodies were pressed up against each other, side to side, and even talked them into putting an arm around each other, huddling in together. This brought their big cocks close enough together for me to suck, and I jammed both their huge erections in between my lips, sucking them down as much as I could before pulling off a little again, blowing each brother individually as their wet cocks mashed up against each other. Chuck moaned, his head lolling back as he stood, but Kyle watched everything I did—from the swordfight in my mouth, to my inhaling Chuck’s huge pole all the way down my gullet, to watching me working his brother’s heavy, low-handing nuts with my lips, teeth and tongue. When I moved to give his cock some tender loving care, Kyle reached back and pushed Chuck’s head down again, making his brother watch, and when he let go for a minute Chuck kept on staring at me sucking off his brother. I was nude now, my dick so fucking hard I was waiting for it to explode; it stood flat up against my hard belly, a position I’d never seen it achieve before—but that’s how turned on I was by this fantasy-come-true.

  I jumped up then, face inches from theirs as an idea bloomed in my mind. “You guys taste amazing,” I told them, their dazed, turned-on eyes staring back at me hypnotically. “I mean—fantastic. You guys gotta taste how good your dicks taste.”

  I pulled Chuck’s face to mine and began kissing him, as Kyle watched, the two of us lapping and sucking each other’s mouths in, tongues dancing back and forth. Without waiting to change up, I pulled Kyle’s face in too, turning my head a little to the left…and soon it was like the three of us were kissing, making out like crazy, with Kyle and Chuck each trying his best to focus on my lips and face—but the overlapping of their lips and tongue on each other couldn’t be helped. The brothers automatically reached down to stroke their erections, wanting more spit, but I wanted this to last for awhile; the three-way kissing was making me so fucking hot, I couldn’t even breathe. When I thought both of them had been worked up into enough of a frenzy, I grabbed the backs of each of their necks and pulled my own face away, my hands forcing their faces into each other—and then Kyle and Chuck were kissing, making out like lovers, caught up in the sexual moment, the two brothers kissing and sucking on and tonguing each other’s mouths with as much lustful, youthful passion as each had bestowed on me.

  I almost came without touching myself, dick so hard upon watching the young brothers incestuous kissing, I had to turn away from them for a second to calm myself down. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, and their passion actually increased, Chuck grabbing Kyle’s face in his as I sat on the bed to suck on Chuck’s erection again. When they finally parted, Chuck especially looking like he’d just come off a two-day drunk, the boys turned away from each other…and I pulled Kyle down to his knees on the floor, so he could suck my dick as I blew the hell out of his brother’s monster-cock.

  “I gotta go soon,” Kyle said after a few minutes, my cock popping from his mouth. “Gotta go get my girl. You still want me to fuck you, man?”

  That got Chuck’s attention; he stopped watching me sucking on his dick long enough to stare at his brother, shocked.

  “I wanna try fucking you, man,” Kyle told me again. “You still wanna try?”

  I did.

  * * * *

  I laid the beautiful Chuck out on my bed, upside down, then crawled on top of him for a 69. He said he wasn’t sure if he was ready to suck dick, but I told him if my bone only rubbed up against his hard, taught chest as he watch Kyle fucking me—that was enough for me. I’d shown Kyle where the lube and condoms were, in my bedside table, and he already had his long cock sheathed in latex, two fingers probing a blob of lube up my butt from behind as I began sucking Chuck’s cock again. I tried to look back, to see what was going on—and sure enough, Chuck simply lay back, watching tight-faced as his brother’s fingers left my ass and his long tool pressed up against my
hole instead.

  “Go slow,” I warned. “Please.”

  “We’re cool, man,” Kyle assured me.

  I nodded, turning my attention back to Chuck as I bent and raised his muscular legs into the air and behind my head, sliding up a bit on his young body so my tongue could enter his clean, sweet-smelling virgin ass before he had a chance to stop me.

  “Fuck!” Chuck yelled, legs going rigid. I plunged in deeper, hearing him cry out like a small puppy—and in a few seconds he’d not only relaxed, whimpering as my tongue lapped at his tight little nineteen-year-old asshole…he’d even grabbed my cock, stroking it as Kyle pressed his own big hard-on halfway inside me.

  “Unghf!” I yelled, my face still buried in Chuck’s juicy butthole as I felt an insane bolt of pain up my ass. Kyle was wider than I’d given him credit for; the pain was excruciating, blinding, making blackness swim in my head. I grunted against it, knowing it would ease, and forced myself to relax my ass muscles to be able to fit him all in.

  Which was, of course, when Kyle rammed everything he had into me at once.

  “Fucking SHIT!” I screamed, face coming out of Chuck’s ass at last long enough to yell. Kyle stopped, hesitant, but when I said nothing more he pushed in again, to his heavy nuts, and the pain in my ass started turning pleasure. Chuck put his long runner’s legs back down, but I spread and yanked them up again, tongue merciless on his ass as Kyle started to pull out about halfway—then hammered home again, fucking me with short, sharp, almost vicious jabs…the kind of aggression and abuse he probably couldn’t take out on a chick’s pussy, but was more than happy to force-feed up another guy’s hole.

  It was then I realized Chuck was sucking my dick, underneath me. Gasping, my tongue left his ass and those sexy runner’s legs of his lowered as I returned the favor, chowing down again on his overgrown cock. I could imagine this hot little straight kid, watching his older brother fucking the ass of another dude—the dude whose dick he was sucking, and it made me want both of them even more.

  “Yeah—fuck me!” I cried out, voice hoarse. Then I remembered—I was supposed to be playing a more-or-less straight guy. “Fuck that virgin ass with your big dick—fuck me while your little brother sucks my cock! Fuuuuuck, this is so hot … ”

  “Get on your knees, bro,” I heard Kyle say to his little brother. “Get on your knees, man, and fuck his mouth while I plow this tight ass. FUCK, man, this ass is so fucking tight, feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick… ”

  Kyle was tearing me in half now, pounding up my hole until tears formed in my eyes. I shifted to let Chuck climb out from under me—and seconds later, I had both brothers hammering me in either end, Chuck ripping my throat to shreds with his nine-plus inches as Kyle showed no mercy on fucking my ass raw. Chuck was trying to watch his horse-cock pumping my mouth, but at the same time was totally turned on by his older, more aggressive brother fucking my ass doggie-style, which he couldn’t take his eyes from. My throat was raw, my ass on fire, but I let both of them have me—and when Kyle fell onto my back, ramming everything he had up my ass in little jackhammer thrusts, I knew he was close to shooting.

  His face was inches from mine as he lay on my back, still pounding away as his brother Chuck—hands on hips like Superman—now slammed equally hard down my throat. I moaned, grumbling, half out of my mind with lust, and Chuck’s cock popped out of my mouth like a champagne cork. I turned my head to Kyle, who in turn stared at me for a moment…

  Before he motioned for his little brother Chuck to give him his dick. Still hammering his long, thick pole inside me, Kyle motioned for Chuck to move over a bit on his knees—and before I knew it, Kyle was sucking his baby brother’s cock, only about halfway down as Chuck watched, eyes glassy. I think Chuck’s brain was a short-circuited as mine was, about then, as Kyle’s cheeks caved in and he tried swallowing Chuck’s huge erection, giving new meaning to the term “brotherly love” as I watched that fat, vein-covered pole of Chuck’s sliding in and out of his brother’s hungry mouth.

  It only lasted about a minute, but the image was burned into my brain forever. Then Chuck was back to face-fucking me, and behind me I suddenly heard Kyle yell, “Oh fuck…oh shit…of fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk me—I’m gonna come!”

  I yelped when he yanked his boner from my stretched ass without warning, but then heard him pull off the rubber…in time to feel fiery blasts of his sticky goo jettison all over my spread, spent ass…down my crack and toward my hole, as Kyle cried out gutturally and sprayed what felt like a week’s worth of jizz, coating my entire ass, part of my back, and a good portion of my bedspread in steamy liquid snow…

  As Chuck grunted, he yanked his super-cock from my throat—barely in time as he nutted, all over my face, his hot cream spewing in long, white strands from his piss-slit to squirt into my eyes, onto my cheeks, neck, forehead, mouth, hair—even flying up and over onto my back, to mix with his older brother’s jizz. He kept pumping and pumping on his pretty nine-inch piece, shooting until he must have been lightheaded. When, at last, he’d squeezed the last drop of his cock’s creamy filling onto my nose, Chuck fell back on his haunches, still on his knees, his ass resting on his heels as he gasped open-mouthed for air.

  “FUCK!” Kyle yelled again, beating out the last few drops his balls contained onto my ass. “Fuck, that was so fucking HOT, man!” He rolled off the bed, dropping the used condom on the floor, and glanced at my bedside clock. “Shit—is that the time? I gotta get out of here!”

  I ignored him, instead getting up on my knees, where without warning I beat my dick off and came, all over Chuck’s perfect, hard body, my milky white jizz raining all over his well-defined chest and abs, Chuck watching in stunned silence as my load blasted all over him—the last of my spooge smacking him square in the cheek, right next to his perfect, almost pretty lips.

  Kyle gathered up his clothes, and I reminded him his shirt, shoes and socks were still in the living room.

  “Thanks, bud,” Kyle said to me, not even looking in his brother’s direction. “Let me know about the three-way with Becky.”

  He fled from the room. A few seconds later I heard the bathroom door close and water running—then, five minutes after, I heard my front door slam.

  I’d caught how he’d excluded Chuck from the supposed “three-way” with Becky—and wondered if Chuck had noticed it, too.

  “Wow,” I said. I turned, at last, to look at Chuck—who was now sitting up against the headboard of my bed, sleepy-eyed and coated in my cum from neck to crotch..

  “You okay?” I asked him.

  He nodded, but didn’t speak. After a minute, he rolled his head to look at me, my chin resting on his chest. “You?”

  I shrugged. “Exhausted. Sore. But yeah—I’m fine.” I shot a look at my open bedroom door. “I don’t think Kyle is, though. Not a hundred percent. I hope this night didn’t freak him—or you—out. Or in any way hurt your relationship.”

  “We’re not really close, anyway,” Chuck replied, finding a clean spot on his stomach to wipe his own jizz from his fingers. “Kyle can be kind of a dick. If I know my brother, he’ll pretend it never happened…never mention it again. As I long as I don’t either, we’re cool.”

  I nodded, then grinned as I looked us both over. “We’re a fucking mess,” I said.

  He smiled. “Big-time, man.”

  “You okay with taking a shower together?” I asked.

  “Sure. I gotta get going, though—got a long ride back home.”

  The shower was sweet—almost as good as the sex—with lots of kissing and body contact…and even a really hot mutual jack-off session. Afterward, sleepy as he was, Chuck insisted on driving back to Chandler—but first I felt the need to tell him the truth about me, and my ad. I didn’t even care if he punched me out for tricking him; by now, all I wanted was to be honest with this exceptional, beautiful boy.

  “I sort of figured,” he said. “You don’t have to apologize. To be honest…I kind of thought you were a l
ittle too much into getting fucked, for a straight guy.”

  I smiled. “Thanks. That makes me feel a lot better. Even being gay, I still don’t do the anal thing with very many guys; it’s sort of reserved for boyfriends, or total hotties.”

  “Hmmm.” We were at the front door now, Chuck leaning on me with one hand as he slipped into his unlaced black tennis shoes. “If I wanted to fuck you,” he said, looking at me again, “which category would I fit into?”

  “Well…” Shit, the idea alone, of him inside me—or vice-versa—made my knees weak. “For sure a total hottie,” I said. “I mean, I’m not saying you wouldn’t make some girl a great boyfriend—but since you’re straight and all, I guess you could hardly ever be my boyfriend. Especially with our age difference.”

  Chuck, already turning the knob on my front door, stopped and smiled at me. “Mark…dude…I never said I was straight.” He smiled. “I only said I’d never been with a guy before.”

  My jaw dropped open. “You mean…?”

  He laughed. “Yeah—I like guys. Was a virgin until tonight, too; total cherry. Unless you count beating off to guys who look like you in Falcon movies.” He leaned over, planting a warm, lengthy kiss on my mouth. “I had my own agenda in coming over tonight, depending on how you looked—and boy, did I like what I saw.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I’ve always been turned on by the security and masculinity of older guys. Had decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to waste my time on young boys who only wanted in my pants. So…thanks for making my first time as amazing as I’d hoped it would be—Kyle or not.”