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

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Chapter 11
The Final Chapter.

September 7, 1953: Labor Day: Eclairs, Circles, and MMMore.

11:00 a.m.: Pete and Joe

Pete and Joe were lying in the grass letting the sun warm their entire bodies, In the weeks they had been together, they had come to the pool every fine day and enjoyed the sun, the trees, the breeze and each other. They had gotten some exercise, and their bodies were becoming more and more defined.

Pete’s Little Peter had grown some too, and so had the hair on his pubes, and his chest and legs.

“Tomorrow is the first day of school, and we won’t have too many days like this to come up and have fun in the sun,” Pete said.

“ What a poet you are,” said Joe. “But I know what you mean. This summer has been wonderful, and when fall comes we will still be together in our own house.”

After a while, Joe said, “I have a surprise and a treat. The surprise is for you, but the treat is for me. Get your gorgeous body over here next to me, so I can get you ready.”

Pete slid over, and lay there expectantly, his prick getting larger and stiffer, while he wondered what Joe was talking about.

Joe reached into a bag he had brought from the house and pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup.

He poured it over Pete’s erect member, covering the head and the shaft with the sweet smelling liquid.

“Now, Pete,” explained Joe, “the syrup was your surprise. But my treat is that I am about to enjoy a chocolate covered, cream filled éclair. Lie back and let me enjoy my treat.”

Pete lay back, while Joe knelt between Pete’s legs, and slowly lowered his head so that his lips were just grazing Pete’s glans. Slowly his tongue flickered out and licked the first dab of chocolate. Pete moaned in pleasure.

Lower and lower came Joe’s lips, sampling, tasting, savoring the syrup on Pete’s head, the ridge around the corona, and then on to the shaft.

Pete couldn’t stand it any longer and he began bucking up and down, fucking Joe’s mouth.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, I’m gonna cum. OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, that feels so good. OOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.”  Pete shot his cream into Joe’s mouth, and Joe swallowed it.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Pete said, “You have anymore of that syrup, you sexy stud, you? I want to have one of those éclairs for myself.”

So saying, Pete coated Joe’s penis with syrup, and went to town on Joe’s pleasure tool. It wasn’t long before, with moans of pleasure, Joe was shooting his load into Pete’s mouth, and Pete was swallowing it as fast as he could.

The two companions kissed and lay in the sun, until it was time to take a dip in the pool and then go back to Grandma Rose’s for lunch.

* * * *

1:00 p.m.: Rickie and John Kemp and Stan Wells, and Cousin Dave.

Rickie and John Kemp were going to a cousin’s farm and their parents had agreed to ask Stan Wells to accompany them.

When Stan had showed up at the Kemp house, he asked where Mike and Don were. “Aren’t they going?”

“No,” Rickie told him, ”They have dates with a couple of girls they had met at State College. They’re no fun any more. They’re always in the bathroom, combing their hair. Anyhow we’ll have a lot of fun.”

When the Kemps and Stan arrived at the farm, they were met by Mrs. Kemp’s older brother Jim Smith and his son, 17 year old David Smith.

“Why don’t you boys go for a walk while us grown-ups sit on the porch and catch up,” said Jim Poole.

So the four boys started off. David was a little taller than the other three. He looked like he had starting shaving, and had a good body, with broad shoulders and strong arms.  Stan was feeling a stirring in his lower body. “Hmm,” he thought to himself, “David sure looks sexy. I wonder what his package of goodies looks like!”

After a ten minute walk the boys came to an old barn. It had a symbol on it: The letter J inside a circle.

“What’s that sign,” Rickie asked.

David smirked as he said, “Some years ago this farm was owned by a man who called the whole farm the ‘Circle J.’”

“That’s a funny name,” said John.

David continued, “He called it that because every so often he would invite some guys to come down here for a special party. They would go in the barn, take off their clothes and sit around in a circle, and jerk off.  They had a circle painted on the floor, and they would have contests to see who could shoot into the circle, or who could shoot the longest distance. Sometimes one of the guys would lie on the floor, and the others would see if they could shoot for his mouth!”

“How do you know all this?” asked Stan, thinking it would be fun to try some of this.

“One day I found a box with some pictures and a diary that described some of the activities,” replied Dave.

“Boy, all this talk about jerking off is making me horny,” said Rickie.

“You’re not the only one, brother mine,” said John.

Dave said, as if he had only just thought of it (heh! heh!) “You think we could do one of those circle jerk things. It might be fun, if you all want to do it. I don’t want to force anybody.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Stan. “I am definitely up for this, if you know what I mean , and I’ll ell you what I’ll be the one to lie on the floor, and see who can hit my mouth. That would be fun.”

“Tell you what,” said John. “Why don’t we say that the first one to ejaculate has to suck everyone else’s cocks?”

“Good idea,” said Rickie.

Each boy went to a wall and stripped off his clothes, and came back to the circle. Dave found an old mattress and spread it on the floor, so Stan wouldn’t have to lie on the concrete.

Stan lay down, his cock pointing to the roof. “OK, suckers, shoot your wads at me!” he said.

They began stroking their pleasure tools, and moving their hips back and forth and forward and backward. Their hands fluttered, and grasped, and stroked, and fluttered and grasped.

Suddenly Stan yelled, “I’m coming. I’m coming!” He shot his creamy cum straight up into the air, and it landed on his bush, his treasure trail, his nipples, and even the inside of his thighs.

Rickie laughed, “Hey, Stan, you shot first, now you have to suck each of us. Wanna start with me?”

“No,” John said. “Yes, he is going to eat our meat, but I think first WE should clean HIM up. I’ll take his nipples. Rickie you could lick his thighs.”

Dave interposed, “I’m the eldest, so I want first choice. I’ll take his thighs. Rickie you want to do his shaft and balls?”

“You bet,” said Rickie.

Dave came up to Stan and said “Why did you cum first? Did you want to have to suck three cocks, all leaking precum?”

“You better believe I wanted to,” said Stan with a smirk. I am fucking hot cock sucker, and I want to enjoy myself this afternoon.”

The three guys got busy and cleaned Stan up real good, and then John said, “OK, Stan, whose tool are you gonna tickle first?”

“I’ll do Rickie’s fabulous fucker, and then John’s delicious dick, and then I’ll slobber over Dave’s May-pole,” said Stan, with an evil leer on his face.

With that Stan went down on Rickie, and licked up one side of his tool, and down the other. He swirled his tongue around the head, and the ridge below the helmet. After a few minutes, Rickie said, “Get ready, Stan. I’m gonna let you have it. Let you…., let you….

HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVEEEE IT.

Rickie shot his hot cum into Stan’s eager orifice, Stan was able to swallow it easily.

Then it was John’s turn to put his engorged penis into Stan’s mouth. Stan had barely started to put his tongue on to John’s piss slit, when John yelled. OOHHH MYYYY. Get ready, Stan. Swallow my jizz. Slurp my cum. OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Stan could hardly believe how great this day had been. And now it was Dave’s turn to be pleasured, but as Stan was getting ready to kneel before him, Dave stopped him.

“Stan, I would like to do something a little different, if you don’t mind, Dave asked with a sweet smile on his face.

“Sure, Dave. Wadda ya got in mind?”

Dave looked at Stan full in the face with a smile, and said “If you are going to eat my meat, I want to suck your dick at the same time. I think you are hot, and I want to have your cum in my mouth. Wadda ya say?”

“Dave, I think you are one of the sexist hunks I have ever wanted to blow. I am thrilled that you want to suck me, too. Let’s do it, let’s do a 69! Yum, yum!”

The two teens, with their raging tools at full staff, lay down and enjoyed each other’s bodies simultaneously, tasting the wonderful juices that appeared.

* * * *

2:00 p.m.: Eddy, Eric, and Derek

Eddy was back at the “House of Pain and Pleasure.” He was naked, strapped down on a bench, with his boner waving in the air. Eric and Derek stood on either side of him, also naked and fully aroused. They each held a knotted whip, which they lashed Eddy’s chest and legs, while he writhed in pain, but enjoying it at the same time.

Finally Eric said “This is a holiday, cupcake, and Derek and I are going to eat you alive, but if you are a cupcake, you must have a candle.”

With that he brought out a candle, such as one might put on a birthday cake, with its tiny spiked holder. “Where do you think we should out this, Derek?”

Derek was so excited he was almost foaming at the mouth in expectation of the treat to come. “Put it in his slit, of course.”

“Would you like that, Eddy. Would you like this candle in your prick? Should we light the candle so you can feel the hot wax drip on your fuck shaft?” Eric asked.

“Oh, please, please DO IT,” Eddy begged. “I want the candle in my cock. I want the hot wax to touch my body. Please, PLEASE.”

So the candle was positioned in Eddy’s ready-made candle holder, and it was lit. As the wax dripped on his fucker, he writhed and screamed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. “Oh, OH, that feels so good. Oh, OH, I’m burning, it’s so hot, and I, I, LOVE IT!”

 Eric took the candle out, and said to Derek, “Now, let’s eat our toasted cupcake. After you, brother dear,”

Derek knelt down and began to swirl his tongue over Eddy’s head. He had barely started when Eddy ejaculated a load of hot creamy love juice three feet into the air.

Eric said, “I think we can both have some fun cleaning him up, and then he can suck our dicks.”

“Yes, I want that,” said Eddy. “What a great holiday this is! But, listen guys, please, please give me some more pain. Don’t just lick, me, Bite me, BITE ME, BITE MY DICK!, That’s it, now whip me some more, Whip, WHIP, WHIP! Now cut my chest and nipples, cute me, that\’s it, I, OH AAAAHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, HA HA HA HA HA, More, MORE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAGGGG.. HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, it hurts but it’s wonderful. More, MORE. Just do what ever you want!

* * * *

9:00 p.m.: Steve and Chris.

Chris had invited Steve to come over to his house for dinner and a sleep over. After dinner, Chris’s parents had left the boys at home while they went out to visit some friends.

”We won’t be back until midnight, so don’t wait up for us,” Chris’s Dad said.

When the parents had gone, Chris looked at Steve with a grin on his face. “Wanna mess around, some?”

“Wadda ya have in mind, Chris?” Steve asked, as if didn’t have a single clue as to what thoughts were lurking in Chris’ hot, horny, and hunky mind and body!

‘Well, Steve, since I want to have sex with you, I think first of all, we should get out of these clothes, and I’ll tell you what, the last one to get naked has to lick the other’s ball- sack, just for starters.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” said Steve. “ Then I think we should compare our erections, to see who has the largest one, and the one with the shortest one has to lick the other’s ass.”

So Chris and Steve started to strip. Chris was wearing red briefs, and Steve had on black boxers. Both boys had tents in their underwear, but Chris got his clothes off first, so Steve knelt down and tenderly took one of Chris’s nuts in his mouth and let his tongue caress one of the morsels, then he took the other one in his mouth and repeated the action. Chris was moaning, and starting to leak precum. Then they got out a ruler and measured each other’s firm, hard, blood engorged cocks. Oddly enough, both boys had the same length peter—6 inches exactly.

Turning to each other, they looked in each other’s faces, and then Steve leaned forward and kissed Chris—gently at first, but growing more passionate. His tongue invaded Chris’s mouth, and then Steve felt his tongue being caressed by Chris’ tongue.

The next thing the teenage studly fuckers felt was their cocks grinding into each other’s bodies. Cocks against pubic hair, pricks against body hair, poles rubbing against inner thighs, tools touching the undersides of ball sacks, and for a few moments, glans touching glans, so that each boy’s most sensitive part was touching his partner’s sensitive part.

Then they came, and came, and came again, coating each other’s bodies with delectable jizz.

When they had recovered from their ejaculatory euphoria, they lay in each other’s arms, pondering the delights of their encounter.

Again Steve kissed Chris, gently, and Chris returned the kiss, also gently. The two boys smiled at each other, basking in the glow of post sexual splendor.

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It’s hard to come to the end of a story. Authors come to identify with their characters, and almost feel they are real people. Perhaps some of them will appear in a future story—in fact I can almost promise you they will.

As a first time writer, I have appreciated the e mails of encouragement I have received, and I especially want to thank E Walk for his many suggestions. He did not want to be styled “editor,” but his help has been no less welcome for that. I also want to thank the web-master for agreeing to post this story.

God Bless.

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Posted: 06/22/07