Brothers' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 3

June 19, 1953: A picture is worth a thousand words, so what would 15 or 20 pictures be worth?

Morning time: Eddy was lying in bed, thinking about jerking off (He usually was thinking about some kind of sex).  His Dad had gone to work, and his mother was out shopping. So, like most evenings and mornings he lay his bed and started playing with his balls. He would start by rubbing them gently with one or both hands, then he would treat them a little rougher, squeezing and I kneading them. He would spit on his hands and wet his nipples. With one hand on his nuts, and one on his nubs he would rub, massage, pinch, tweak and massage and rub, while his cock got harder and harder, until finally hot white ropes of sperm shot out of his cock slit. Sometime he would think about tasting it, but he hadn’t quite actually done that yet.

Finally he decided to get up and put some more of his stuff away. The family had only moved in a few days earlier, and they hadn’t unpacked all the boxes yet.

Eddy took a box of winter clothes and stood on a little stool to Put them on the top shelf of his cupboard, As he hefted the box onto the shelf, he found a shoebox on the shelf back in the corner.

“Hmm,” he thought to himself. “This must have been left here by some previous owner.”  The box was tied with some string and looked a bit dusty.

Eddy untied the string and opened the box. What he saw almost made him shoot another load of sperm.

There in the box were some photographs of men, all nude, and all engaging in various types of sex. Some men were jacking off by themselves; some were pairs of men jerking each other off. There were a couple of pictures of a man kneeling in front of another guy taking his hard, erect cock into his mouth. Then there were two or three pictures of pairs of men lying on the floor, face to crotch and crotch to face, sucking each other’s boners. The last couple of pictures showed men being fucked in the ass by other men

“Oh my god, “ said Eddy, “I’ve got to show these to Mike and Don. I bet they’ll cream their pants.”

Getting dressed, Eddy went out into his back yard and looked up to the house next door, The windows were open, and Eddy called to Mike and Don.

“Hey guys, can I come over? I’ve got something to show you.”

“Sure, Eddy, come on over. Watchya got?” said Mike, who came to the window wearing only his shorts, and showing some signs of a teenage hard-on.

Eddy went over, knocked on the door, and said hello to Mrs. Kemp, who was about to go out with Rick and John, her younger sons, to get some school clothes.

Running up the stairs, Eddy went into Mike and Don’s room. Don wasn’t quite dressed yet, and he had a sheepish expression on his face, as if he had been doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Look what I found on the top shelf of the cupboard in my room. These photographs look to be about8 or 10 years old. I wonder who left them there. They show men doing all sorts of things with their pricks and their hands and their mouths!”

“I bet they belonged to Mr. Jenkins. He lived there before you moved in. He was kind of weird,” said Mike.

“Yeah,” added Don. “One time he invited me over to his house, and asked if I would like to do something special with him, but it would have to be ‘our secret.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant until he started pulling down his fly and pulling his hairy cock. He said I could touch it if he could touch mine. Then he wanted me to lick his and he said he would lick mine. I was kinda excited but kinda scared too. Just then I heard Mom and Dad calling me to come home. They looked at me kinda funny, and asked what Mr. Jenkins wanted. I didn’t want to tell them, but Dad asked if he had touched me anywhere?’ Then I had to tell him.”

“I’ll kill him,” said Dad.

“Dad went over to Mr. Jenkins and I heard yelling. I think the whole neighborhood heard the yelling, and shortly after that Mr. Jenkins moved away,” said Don.

Mike said, “I know we all fool around with each other, but there was something about that guy that scared me.”

“Yeah,” said Don, “but, I don’t know some of what he wanted to do, sounded like it might be fun, but not with him.”

Mike took up the story: “I was so angry about what that slime bag had tried to do my brother, I decided to teach him a lesson. That night, about 2:00 am I got out of bed and went downstairs. I got a bowl of sugar and I was gonna go and put it in Jenkins’ gas tank. That would ruin his car. Before I could open the back door, my Dad came into the kitchen.

“Where you going with that sugar, Mike?” Dad asked.

“I, uh, I uh, I thought I would try to catch some….” I faltered.

“Where are you going< Michael?” Dad asked again. “You wouldn’t be thinking of putting that sugar in someone’s gas tank, someone like that creep, Jenkins, now would you?”

“Gee, Dad, I….”

“Never mind, Mike, I’m not going to ask you again, and have you lie to me,” said Dad. “Just listen. It is not right to take the law into your own hands, no matter how bad you think the situation is. I’ve told Mr. Jenkins if he ever touches my kids again, I’ll blacken both his eyes, and if he doesn’t move away from here in two weeks, I will go to the police!”

“Dad would you really out Jenkins’ lights out?” said Mike, looking at his father with awe, pride, and a little fear>

“Well, maybe not, but I am going to the police in the morning,” Dad stated. “And that my son, is DAMN STRAIGHT!” For that guy to force sex on a teenager is disgusting.”

Mike was so proud of his Dad he felt like hugging him, but 17 year olds didn’t hug their Dads. Instead he asked “Dad, is it always wrong for guys to …., to fool around with each other?”

Mike’s Dad thought a minute and said, “I am not going to answer that directly because again, I don’t want to ask you why you’re asking that question, and I don’t want you to be forced to lie to me. I’ll just say that lots of boys in their teen years experiment with sex one way or another, and if they do it with each other and do not force anyone to do it, and no one ends up hurt or bleeding, it’s probably not the worst thing in the world.”

“And I’ll tell you something else, Mike. It’s probably better for horny teenagers to play with each other once in a while than to take some nice young girl out and get her pregnant. She is terrified, he is terrified, a new baby is coming into the world and neither parents is ready to take care of the poor thing, so have some fun with other guys who are willing. Does that answer your question?”

 “I think so, Dad. Thanks.”

“One more thing, son, this fooling around, or jerking off is all well and good in its place, but please, please don’t wake your Mother!”

“Dad! Whadda ya mean? How did you… I mean… oh no.”

“Son, A: I was young once myself, B: I wasn’t born yesterday, and C: One night I had to get up to take a piss and I heard noises coming from the bedroom. No, I wasn’t going to knock on the door, and say ‘Here now, what’s all this,’ like some comic policeman. But what I am going to do is get each of my sons a giant box of tissue, so they can clean up after themselves.”

“Dad, you’re the ….., I mean you are….” Mike couldn’t finish his sentence, but by golly he did get up and give his Dad a hug.

“Son, I think one more thing and then we are going upstairs to sleep. What kind of men do I want my sons to grow up to be? I think the Pastor said it best the other Sunday when he read from the prophet Micah, ‘Hear Oh Israel , what does the Lord require of thee, but to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly before God.’ Now you big lunkhead, up those stairs.”

When Mike finished his story, all three boys were quiet, and finally Eddy said, with the hint of a catch in his throat, “Gee, I wish my Dad would talk to me like that.”

After a short pause while Mike and Don thought how lucky they were, and Eddy thought how lucky he thought his friends were, Don cleared his throat and said,

“OK, Eddy, show us what’s in the box.”.

Eddy opened the box and handed the pictures around, one at a time.

Mike and Don looked at the pictures and then began to giggle, and then to laugh.

“You know, Eddy, I wonder what it would be like to have my peter sucked,” said Mike, in all ‘innocence.’

Don said suddenly, “I know a game that might, just might, give us a chance to try one or two things like that—but only if you want to. Do you want to try, Mike. Are you up for this, Eddy?”

“Sure,” said Mike.

“I think I would like to try your game,” added Eddy. “How’s it go?”

“Here’s how the game is played,” said Don. “We take a deck of cards, and shuffle them, and then each one of us draws a card. Who ever draws the high card gives an order to who ever have the lower card of that color. The other player just watches. If the lower card refuses, he’s a chicken. If everybody draws the same color, both low cards have to follow the order. If an Ace is drawn, both of the others have to obey, or be banded a chicken. There are ten rounds to a game.”

“OK. Let’s play. This sounds like fun,” said Eddy, who had the beginnings of an idea of what orders he would like to give.

First draw: Eddy drew a black five, and told Don, “Take off your shoes and socks.”

Second draw, Eddy won again and told Don “Now your shirt and tee shirt.”

Third draw, again Eddy told Don to take off his pants and underpants.

Fourth draw, Mike by drawing a red king, won and told Eddy to take off his shoes and socks, and told Don to pump his own cock ten times.

Fifth draw, Eddy won again and told Mike to take off his shirt and tee shirt.

Sixth draw, Don drew a black Queen and told Eddy to take off his pants and underpants.

Seventh round, Eddy drew a red jack, and told Mike to take off the rest of his clothes.

Eighth round Eddy won again and told Don to pump Eddy’s cock ten times, Mike had also drawn the same color, so Eddy said “All right, Mike. Prove you’re not chicken. Pump Don’s cock five times, and pump my prick with your mouth five times.”

“No way,” said Mike.

“Hey, brother,” said Don. “You chicken?”

“Oh, hell. We all agreed to this game. OK, I’ll do it,” said Mike. With that he pumped Don’s cock, and then lowered his head on to Eddy’s throbbing hard-on.

Ninth round: Mike drew a red Ace, and the other two had red cards too.

“OK,” said Mike. “I’m going to lie on the floor, and you will take turns, sucking my prick, ten sucks each turn. If I come while I’m in your mouth, so be it, “cuz I know neither of you wants to be branded a chicken!”

So Don started, and then Eddy. After about four turns each, Mike arched his back, and said “NNNNNNGNGGGNNNNNNNNNNGNNNNN,” and shot his hot jism into Eddy’s mouth.

After a short period of rest, it was time for the tenth and last round. This time Don drew a black Ace, and Eddy had a black card too. Mike had a red three.

“OK, Eddy, lick my dick, suck my cock, and get ready to taste my man juice,” said Don.

Eddy said, “If I have to, I will, cause I ain’t no fuckin chicken!”           

After about 15 pumps with Eddy’s lips, Don could feel his toes start to curl, and the cum pulsing up his cock, until, ‘AAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG. Oh Fuck!”

After another period of recuperating, the studs had to clean up, and Eddy had to go home, Mike said, “Eddy, I hope you’ll come over again, and listen, there’s a guy who lives up the street, named Pete Harris. I’ll bet he’d like to see those pictures.”

Eddy looked him in the eye, and said, ”Mike, not only will I come back, but next time, let’s not fool with the damn cards. We found out we all like to jerk off and suck each other and be sucked. We don’t need any fucking cards to start us off. And, I know Pete slightly. Maybe I should take these over to him so we can get… better acquainted. Heh heh heh!”
 

Eddy left, and Mike looked at Don, and with an evil grin said, “You know, brother, he’s absolutely right. We don’t need the cards. and right now, I’m still so hot, I want to give you a blow job, if you will reciprocate.”

And so our two studly teenagers went down on each other again.

To be Continued.

Feedback always welcome:     

Writers create a fantasy world where the inhabitants live out their lives with joy, sorrow, love, hate, friendship, and faith. I would like to dedicate this story to the 32 people who lost their lives because of one person’s hate. There were students whose lives were full of promises that will never be fulfilled, and professors who were sharing their wisdom with the students. May they dwell in perpetual light. I would close this dedication with some of the words from Faure’s Requiem:  

“Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem, requiem sempiternam. Merciful Lord Jesus, grant them rest, rest everlasting.”

Posted: 05/01/07