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

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Chapter 10
Two’s company, Three’s a crowd, and Four’s a — a Fourway of course.

Author's note: Again, thanks to E Walk for his help, and to those who have written expressing their enjoyment of this story.

July 27, 1953.

Steve and his friends, Chris and Stan, and other kids in their youth group took a bus to State College where they were to have a five day retreat.

The boys were excited because they were going to be away from home for five days and four nights. They would be sharing a room with someone else, but they didn’t know who it would be.

They arrived at the college and found that they would be staying in a building that had a three story tower at each end. They went in, and found that the ground floor had a reception area, dining room, kitchen, and classrooms. Signs in the hall way pointed towards elevators at both ends of the hall. One sign said Girls’ Dorm and pointed to one set of elevators. The other sign said Boys’ Dorm and pointed in the opposite direction.

After signing in, the three friends went up to their room, and found it was a large room with four beds around the walls, four chests of drawers, and four tables and chairs. It had its own bathroom, with toilet, sink, and shower. There were also two cupboards where they could hang their clothes.

Each teen took a bed, and unpacked his suitcase.

“I wonder who our other room mate will be,” said Steve.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and it opened, and in came John Kemp.

“Hi, John,” said Steve. “I didn’t know you were coming. Where’s Rickie.”

“Oh, he’s not coming this time. He caught a bad cold or something, and Mom and Dad felt he should stay home rather than either getting worse up here, or spreading some germs to the rest of us,” explained John.

“Look, we have an hour and a half before dinner,” said Chris. “I’m hot and sweaty; I think I’ll grab a shower.”

“Good idea,” said Steve. “I’ll take one after you.”

“I’d like to take one too. Save some hot water for me,” piped in John.

“I’ll wait till later,” said Stan.

Chris stripped and grabbed a towel. At 15½, he was 5’9”, had a 5” cock, but not too much hair except on his pubes.

After he showered, he came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his body, and sat in his chair.

Steve then shed his clothes. He was, as we have seen in another chapter, 15, stood  5’8,” and had a 5½” cock, with moderate bush, and some hair in his arm pits.

He too showered and came back into the bedroom with a towel around his waist.

Then it was John’s turn. He was also 15, and a little shorter than the other guys: 4’5” tall, and still had a somewhat small penis, with only a few wisps of hair around the shaft of his cock.

He too showered and came back with a towel.

Steve said to the others, “Hey guys, Stan there has seen us all, and checked us out. If he doesn’t want to shower right now, that’s OK, even if he does smell a little funky, but I think we should have a chance to check him out also. Let’s see what he’s got! Heh, heh.”

“No, guys, please don’t,” said Stan, but it was too late. All three guys jumped at him, and Steve and Chris held him while John took off his shoes and socks, and then pulled down his pants, and then his jockey shorts.

Then he stopped.

“Holy shit, what happened to you? You’ve got welts on the backs of your legs and on your butt, “ Chris asked.

Stan began to tear up. “I don’t want to tell you,” he said. “You’ll kick me out of the room if  I tell you.”

“No, we won’t,” said John. “We promise we won’t hate you and we won’t kick you out of the room.”

“Tell us,” said Chris.

Stan said, “My father caught me jerking off, and took a strap to me.”

Steve said, “We’ve all jerked off. So what? No big deal. All boys do it. Why’d your father take a strap to you for something he’s probably done plenty of times in his life?”

“Yeah, but,” Stan continued, “I was jerking off while looking at a magazine with pictures of naked people.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Chris. “I’ve seen a couple of magazines like that. So?”

“You don’t understand,” said Stan. “These were pictures of naked men. Looking at them I really get aroused. My father said this was probably just a bad habit, and he was going to beat me until I got rid of the habit. But I don’t think I’m gonna get over this. I like seeing naked men, and I imagine having sex with them.”

After a pause, Steve said, “Stan, I will confess—and don’t the rest of you laugh—I’ve messed around with a couple of guys. We jerked each other off, and I enjoyed it.”

Chris spoke up. “I too, have enjoyed having sex with a couple of guys in my neighborhood. We enjoyed it, and nobody got hurt.’

“I guess I better tell you my brothers and I have sex with each other a lot, and enjoy it also,” said John. “I even had my first real ejaculation a few weeks ago.”

Of course, while the three guys had been “debagging” Stan, their own towels had come off and dropped to the floor, and they were totally erect.

“We should do something about this,” Steve said.

Chris said, "Why don't we make a daisy chain, guys.”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

 “It’s when everyone gets on the floor, and sucks someone else's dick.” Chris told him.

“Sounds like fun!”

Chris said, “I want to suck Steve's.”

So, Steve and Stan lay down on their backs, side by side but with their heads jutting in opposite directions. Then Chris lay across the two boys, and put his cock in Stan’s mouth and took Steve’s peter in his own.

Chris said to John, “Come and join us and make the chain complete.”

Finally John lay across the two boys and put his cock in Steve’s mouth, and sucked Stan’s mighty male member.

John swirled his tongue across Stan’s piss slit.  Stan brought his tongue up and down the underside of Chris’s hard-on. Steve took his mouth away from John’s cock and licked his balls. Chris lashed his tongue all over Steve’s package.

The boys all kept sucking, and playing for several minutes, then, all of a sudden, John felt Steve bite his cock and groan. John knew Steve was about to shoot his load.

Then all of the other horny studs shot their cum into the eager waiting mouths.

Chris was the first to speak saying, "Shit! Guys, that was great."

Steve was next, "Fuck! I never knew that guys could have so much fun."

Stan said happily, “Thanks guys, you all have made me feel better, and I don’t just mean with the sucking. You showed me that you cared. This is going to be a great week.”

John said, “I feel great too, but now we have 20 minutes to get cleaned up and dressed, and down to dinner, and AM I EVER HUNGRY!”

* * * *

After dinner the boys watched some television in the rec room, and then went up to their rooms, washed their faces and hands, brushed their teeth and started to get ready for bed.

Steve announced, “I’m gonna sleep buck naked tonight.”

Chris replied, “Why not, I always do at home.”

“Think I’ll try it too,” said John. “How about you, Stan?”

“Oh, sure,” said Stan. “Nothing like clean sheets rubbing against your body. Well, night John boy. Night Chris and Steve.”

“Good night Stan, John, and Steve,” said Chris.

“’Night  Steve, and Chris, and Stan,” said John.

“Just shut the fuck up and go to sleep, y’all,” said Steve.

Later that night, Steve woke up. Someone was in the bathroom and Steve thought he heard someone crying quietly. He got up, and went to the bathroom, and saw Stan in there, sobbing his eyes out.

“What’s wrong, “ said Steve.

“Nothing. Everything. You guys have been so good, helping me not to feel like such a loner. Why can’t my Dad be like you guys?” Stan said, sniffling, and blowing his nose in a tissue.

Steve said “Stan, I think your father does love you, but he doesn’t understand about your sexual feelings. Maybe he thinks you act this way because you’re trying to hurt him. Maybe he’s afraid you will get hurt, but I am sure he loves you in his own way.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Stan said, and turned to give Stan a hug. The hug became a full body hug, and soon enough two young hot cocks were rubbing against each other.

“Mmm that feels good,” Steve said. “Don’t stop. Keep rubbing. I love the feel of my cock against your hair.”

“What’s going on here?” said Chris as he came into the bathroom. “I heard voices. “

“Steve was just giving me some good advice,” said Stan.

“Looks like you’re both giving each other more than advice. Can three play this game?” asked Chris.
 

“Sure,” said Steve. “I think we should make Stan a sandwich—sort of a sausage sandwich, heh, heh, heh! Chris, you get behind Stan and out your ‘sausage’ between his ass cheeks, and let your tool tickle his nuts. Stan you put your prick between my legs, and I’ll rub you with my thighs, while I’m rubbing my ‘Little Stevie’ against your pubes.”

The three teen fuckers, rubbed, and rubbed, and used their hands to grope and clutch, and tickle each other, and finally, for the second time that night, they each shot their hot loads of jizz onto each other and the floor.

They finally did get to sleep, with the most pleasurable dreams they had had in a long time.

To be concluded.

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Posted: 06/15/07