Horror in the Locker room 4

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Cody woke early after tossing and turning, his body covered in sweat and his mouth dry. He listened to the AC motor drone, watched the digital clock change numbers and listened to his younger brother crashed out on the other bed across the room. Dad was snoring in the master and Kevin, the baby, in his room... Cody shook his head and groaned. His thoughts were confusing him and he angrily pinched at his thigh, the pain only translating into sparks that shivered up his balls to the tip of his already hard cock. He remembered Kevin's morning wood, it had always been beneath his notice, but last morning he'd stared at it. Fuck, he had stared at his brother, his body laid out on the bed, angelic. The soft curves of his muscles, the smooth skin of his upper thighs kept pale by clothes and the furry parts of his body, legs and belly. His hand had itched to grab that tent, feel that hard bone beneath. It itched now, his dry mouth thirsted and his body filled with urgent heat. The bottoms of his feet itched, his cock ached. With a sad whimper he got up from his bed, careful on the carpet he avoided bumping into anything. Mid-twenties, he felt like a scared kid risking discovery at getting into his dad's stash of porn. He left the room and carefully opened Kevin's door. He was sleeping, the dawn light had not even come yet, but he could see soft light reflecting off his exposed skin, and... holy shit. His stomach clenched and mouth salivated after spotting his brother's cock poking out of his boxer's fly, leaking precum that was catching the light.

He moved, his body felt weightless, he paused by his brother's bed and watched him sleep, his face innocently unaware. He bent to kiss him on the cheek, show his love for his brother before he took advantage of him. His smell, intoxicated him. Cody let his boxers slide down his strong legs and grabbed his brothers cock, moved his mouth over the head and suckled the juice from it. He moaned, and moaned, the hunger of his body beginning to feel relief. He fed on and licked his brothers shaft, licked his balls and dragged his face over his body, sniffing and reveling in the feeling of hairy and smooth skin over his face. His insides... maybe even his soul was drinking this moment in, expanding and bursting. He was close to tears with how complete he felt worshiping the sleeping body of his youngest brother, he'd do anything and everything for him, he thought as his tongue swirled up and down his feet.

Awareness began to seep into Kevin's mind, in his dream he saw liquid color like blood. He was suspended and the world moved around him, a silken touch moving against the current over his skin. Tiny eruptions of pleasure beneath the skin came in different areas, immobile, they tortured him. His need had built since his birth, now his whole body ached. Kevin struggled to move, his fingers and toes freed with quick movements. His body soon followed, he breathed deeply and erotically, he writhed his body under the warm touch. He moaned and opened his eyes.

The room, the smell, the bed, were all familiar, but there was someone with him. He saw a bobbing tuft of mussy hair between his feet. He felt a hot breath on his ankles and moaned, his head fell back into his pillow. He gave in, his mind snapped to the tongue going up his leg slowly. He growled, and bent quickly to grab the tuft in a fist, tugged it up and rammed his cock into the hot mouth. His cock flexed and shifted further down into the throat, Kevin gruffly huffed his approval. He tugged up and brought the face near him... his fucking older brother. He let go and fell back into his bed, he covered his eyes in denial. He grimaced as Cody returned to his cock, beginning a routine with fervor that continually plunged Kevin's cock into his wet throat.

The embarrassment and shame in Kevin's mind were losing significance as Kevin's body flared. Feelings coursed through secret passages of his body, his balls were warm and wanting of attention. Instantly, there was Cody's tongue obeying. What pleasure, what power to soar free in ecstasy... little rules didn't matter.

"Take off my shorts, bro," Kevin commanded.

Cody hooked his fingers into Kevin's boxers and pulled them down, the fabric tightened at the heft of his thighs. Cody tugged and slipped them off Kevin's legs. Kevin felt Cody's head between his legs, licking, slurping at his balls and cock. Kevin crooked a leg and face fucked Cody, pressing his head against his thigh and shin. He tugged on Cody's hair to get him to scoot over him, Kevin saw Cody's body in the low light. It looked so much like his, strong and muscled, but soft. Cody was so much smoother, Kevin's hands ran up his legs and thighs, enjoying the feel of his skin. Kevin was enticed, his Cody was straddled over him, their cocks touching, as Kevin leaned over to snap on his lamp. Cody's head snapped, their eyes met and Kevin stared openly, seeing his brother differently and being seen differently by his brother. Kevin could make love to a man like this, ruggedly handsome and fit. Kevin licked his lips, settled down in the middle of his twin and propped himself on an elbow. Cody's eyes were locked predatorily on Kevin, he watched as Kevin snaked a hand between them and toyed with Cody's hole. Cody moaned, his thighs shaking as he was overcome with pleasure and longing. Kevin tested the hole with a finger... felt it familiar, hot and tight. It was settled.

"Lube up," he said, spitting into his palm and getting a whiff of his brothers scent on his fingers before he polished his cock. Cody did the same, lavishing his hole with spit and diving greedy fingers into his opening ass. Kevin tenderly gripped Cody's thigh and gripped the base of his hard cock to angle it up. Cody sat down, moaning loudly at the merest touch of Kevin's slimy cock. He pushed through the ring, Cody faltered, his eyes closed and he breathed, small moans reverberating in his chest. Kevin smiled at the expression his oldest brother was making, always the gruff hard-ass, now he was blushing, eyes glazed and lips wet with his panting. Kevin let out a deep breath and held onto his brother's flexed calves.

"`tha fuck?!"

Kevin and Cody, more languidly, turned to the door, Marvin was standing there pitching a tent. Cody fell further on his cock, Kevin flinched, his mouth opening into a small O. Marvin growled and charged into the room, he shoved Cody who fell over limply.

Kevin bent over to check out his fallen brother atop his laundry and clutter. He extended a hand and Cody was up again, his face red and eyes more focused. He looked at Marvin confused, Kevin was transfixed by the odd scene. He felt Cody's fingertips on his hip, then teasing the hair on his navel.

"What..." Marvin began, but he lost his train of thought. He was breathing hard, his body panicked. His hands ran over his face, his hair and balled into fists in the air. He looked around with sad and scared eyes. He turned to Kevin, he wanted to help his little brother and his hand moved toward Kevin, his mind disbelieving and his heart beating hard with nerves. "Come on, Kev... get you away from this fag..." Marvin said through a tight throat, his arm out towards Kevin. Kevin sighed and looked at his brother, the middle kid. He wasn't shy, just went unnoticed at home. Kevin had always liked him, he was the tallest and thinnest, his body sharing the muscle Cody and Kevin had but it was corded tight over his taller frame. He had short parted hair, a deep voice and smiled a lot. Never got into sports, but he hung with the same crowd as his brother, occasionally more with boozers and users. Kevin leaned up and extended his hand past Marvin's hand, his fingers trailing up his soft forearm. Kevin and Marvin shared the same pattern of body hair, a trail on his belly and hairy legs. Kevin gripped his forearm, Marvin shuddered and hung his head, his eyes shut tight, his head shaking. Kevin ran his fingers over the skin of his arm to comfort him and to stir his pleasure with the tickle of the soft hair on his arms. Kevin softened up and ran his thumb over the smooth inner forearm and pulled on the hem of his loose shirt. Marvin held still, arm slowly falling to his body, Cody spryly hoped back on top of his younger brother and mounted him again, Kevin's cock penetrated deep, eliciting a pained moan from Cody.

Marvin flinched and shook his head, "Fuck...."

With shaking hands he pulled his shirt over his head, he stood hesitantly next to them. Kevin let him settle there, his eyes roaming over the cut muscles of his brother. Kevin thought he could have been such an athlete. Marvin's hands moved forward, long pale fingers shaking, to explore and understand Cody's and Kevin's bodies, registering their bodies and their ensuing connection. His hands were cool and soft on his skin, Cody's were rougher, a mechanic's versus a video game clerk's. The slightest action of his legs moved the fabric of Marvin's shorts over his hard cock, he was panting with the pleasure of it as his fingers and gaze met Kevin's face. Kevin saw his brother lick his lips, Kevin's eyes moved from the tent up his brother's lean slender frame, finely dusted with blonde hair, his goatee and blue eyes. Marvin hooked his boxers off carefully and let his cock bounce in front of his brother's face, moving slightly with the motion of Cody's hips. Kevin craned his neck futilely reaching for Marvin's cock, his tongue reached to bridge the distance. Kevin's breath labored, coming out in puffs over his tongue with the effort. Marvin edged forward, moaning and letting his head drop back, eyes closed, as his tip was engulfed my Kevin's hot mouth.

Marvin regained his posture to watch Kevin polish his cock, Kevin's eyes were keen on where to suck next, where to lick. The boy was determined, he thought fuzzily as Kevin pounced his mouth down the length of Marvin's cock, nearly deep throating it. Marvin's view became less narrow as stars flitted around, he saw his older brother bouncing on Kevin's cock looking wild and red faced. Kevin eased up, breath huffing, he gazed at Cody, taking in his strong chest with a sheen of sweat, cock bouncing and oozing. His cock stiffened, countering the motion of Cody's hips. Kevin tugged on Marvin's cock, pulling him up to his face. Kevin's hand went between Cody's legs, fingers stuck in his ass he moved him up his chest. Cody moved his hips erratically, Kevin latching onto his cock, sucking and licking. Cody was dancing on the edge, the fluidity and eroticism of his motions enthralled Kevin, Marvin's hands joined in on the event by tweaking Cody's hard nipples.

Cody crested, filling Kevin's mouth with seed, his hands falling on Kevin's shoulders to stay up, Kevin's hand pressed against his chest and Cody's ass. Kevin savored the feeling of being smothered and fed, filled--his fingers moving, swirling and pressing inside Cody. Cody moaned and moaned, deep and feral. His orgasm prolonged, he was sensitive and twitching before his cock was done spewing, the feeling torturous. Cody looked down at Kevin open face, radiant with pleasure, lips enticing. Marvin's hands moved slowly from massaging his chest to pulling slightly at Cody's chin, his eyes and face turning to Marvin. Marvin dove to his lips and they kissed deeply. Kevin moved up, he brought the two near him and they shared lips, the boys breathing out love and lust to be inhaled by the next.

Marvin moved onto the bed easily with his long legs, positioning himself behind the boys. Cody scooted himself back presenting himself as choice, gently Marvin traced his fingers down Kevin's thighs. Kevin was surprised to find himself adjusting himself further down, his legs widening slightly. Marvin spit and lubed the hole of Kevin, found it surprisingly smooth and wet. He pushed against him, his chest and face resting against Cody's damp back. His cock was embraced by heat and thrilling pressure within Kevin.

Kevin nudged Cody aside, Cody stood on wobbly legs. Kevin squirmed in bed, pressing comfortably into the mattress and against Marvin's cock, his legs spreading wider. The submissiveness of the position irked him, he flexed his legs pressing Marvin against his bottom, gripped the cleft of his thigh and ass hard, challenging him to go harder, to hit deeper. Marvin kept a hard pace, his cock moving like a well oiled piston. Despite Kevin's effort to dominate, his brother had him mewling and arching his back on the bed, grasping at the bedding, twisting. Kevin's back was sodden with sweat, he felt cool drips coming off Marvin's lank hair, off his chin. Cody was perched on the edge of the chair stroking his cock, already hard again.

Kevin's gut felt hot, it wrenched in an odd way that put pressure on the hard root of his cock and the pleasure center of his ass. He whined, as it grew hot and moved in him, probing. Marvin's hip were slowing, using the friction of Kevin's tightening ass and long strokes to pull out his impending orgasm. Kevin slapped at his ass, clench it and told him to drop a load in him. The fire in his belly touching the head of Marvin's cock sparking his immense orgasm. Kevin moaned as he felt the contractions, the jets of cum, the milking and consumption, his toes curling along with his brother's. Marvin's face fell serene, his jaw dropped as pump upon pump of cum drained from him.

Cody neared himself to Kevin's face where Kevin greedily latched onto it as Cody stroked himself mid-shaft to base while pulling on his balls. Kevin's mouth filmed with saliva, anticipating the feeding. Cody flinched like he'd taken a punch to the gut, Kevin felt the cum pulse into his mouth. Kevin was overwhelmed by the taste, the feeling of two men cumming--it sent his body through shivers and bursts of heat. He lifted his hips high, pushing off the balls of his feet, jerking himself off vigorously, he was already so close. More hands joined in, touching his nipples, his balls, stroking his inner thighs. He pushed harder, his hard dick making a straight line to his mouth. His brothers lifted his legs higher. Lined up perfectly, he came, shooting cum into his mouth. He breathed carefully and did not swallow. His cum collected in his mouth, pooling past his stuck-out tongue. His cum began to ooze out of his dick, he squeezed hard to push out a final drop that swayed on his wet, red glans before falling into his mouth. He closed his mouth slowly and swallowed his load down~it settled him, finished off the mood. He laid down in the glow of his orgasm as dawn light broke through the window, the boys tenderly caressing him with hands that grew distant as time passed, until only their fingertips lingered on his skin.

Kevin had the urge to leave, he sat up in bed and Marvin, of all people, came in for a kiss. He was tender, timid at first, but Kevin responded despite himself. Marvin's hands gripped Kevin's shoulders as their kisses became fervent. Kevin pushed slightly on his chest, his fingers feeling the softness of his skin. "Well, I got work later," he said before slinking out. Cody flexed his chest, stretching and feeling his strength of body. He stood on steady legs, "This stays between us," his hand itched to shove Kevin, still sitting up in bed. Hell, Cody wanted to punch his brother, but then he'd feel that skin, the heat of his body and the promise of pleasure. He sauntered out, legs wider than usual. He got to his room in time to see Marvin pulling on a fresh pair of underwear then flopping into bed. He looked down at himself still naked. Chagrined, he pulled out a fresh pair and dressed. He copied his brother and stared up at the ceiling, too bright to fall asleep, they were stuck with their thoughts. Marvin let out a "Fuck..." before turning on his side and attempting sleep. Cody stared, his thoughts were confused, but he didn't suffer guilt, he wasn't burning in hell and, without knowing, Cody slept like a babe.

Kevin had thrown on what clothes he found on the floor, still pulling on his shirt and maybe wearing one of his brothers' underwear he went through the door. He set off walking through the grounds, then met the street and continued.

Rusty briefly woke to the sonorous sound of the door bell. He was dozing when a timid knock at his door woke him, his curiosity piquing. Rusty kicked himself out of the tangle of blankets and went to his door, boner masting out his underwear. He cracked the door, his sister's fiancé in p.j.s still, red plaid. Allen could be charismatic on the job, being a lawyer, but around girls he became more timid and it didn't seem he knew how to act with bros. He scratched at the back of his head before saying, "Hey, Rus, you got a visitor."

Rusty didn't like him using his sister's pet name for him, but he couldn't hate the guy even if he tried. Allen had a winning smile, thick blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin. A hair shorter than Rusty and slender, his ordinary and down-to-earth personality was balanced by his handsome looks, the guy was affable and, when he had to, could be a seducer.

"Thanks man I'll go down in a sec," Rusty replied.

Allen's shy crooked smile grew into a dazzling smile, his hand motioning behind him.

"Um, he's already here, Rus," he shrugged and took a step back. Allen had their parents in the bag, but he was happy with the mutual respect and distance between himself and Rusty. The shadow behind him moved forward slowly. Rusty leaned in further, the door opening farther.

"Hey, Rusty," Michael lilted.

Rusty smiled and opened the door, Michael had his hair back, revealing his delicate features and smooth pale skin. He had on a black wife-beater, fitted black jeans and slicked back hair. The kid looked different, and he was smiling. Allen had hung back after turning to go, openly staring at the awkward exchange before him. Michael stepped closer, nudging himself forward. He stood at the door, mouth opening and closing.

"Uhm, hey."

"Hey, Mike, what's up?" Rusty experienced honest happiness at seeing him, his face familiarly beautiful, but different; unique. He was smiling like he'd just told a joke. Rusty was infected by it, grinning back at him. Rusty noticed Michael's eyes wander his body, down his chest to his crotch back up to his eyes. Rusty glanced at Allen, his eyes glued to Rusty... Rusty remembered. He looked down to see his boxers obscenely tented up. Rusty covered himself with a hand, readjusting himself and walked back into his room. He said outloud, "Come on in," running and flopping into his bed. He twisted himself into the blankets and watched as Michael came in, following behind him shyly was Allen. Rusty furrowed his brow in confusion, but welcomed the change of pace, Allen socializing with him for once.

"So, what's up dude? Just wanted to hang?"

"Yea, thought we could do something..."

"We got xbox," Rusty said, leaning over to turn on the stereo on his nightstand. Michael stared at the tight muscles dancing along Rusty's naked torso as he leaned over his bed, the sheets rising along his legs revealing a smooth looking leg, tan skin shining with short neat hair up until the bottom of his thigh. Michael's hand gently grabbed Rusty's knees, at the same moment music began to play, his hand moving along the muscle of his thigh. Rusty sat back in bed, bunching the sheets over his crotch looking at Michael's clear blue eyes shining and uncertain. Rusty reached down his hand to hold Michael's off, but he found himself lingering on the cool smoothness of the skin, warmth slowly permeating into him as his cock flexed rhythmically. He leaned back against his bed, his arms behind his head. He let his legs go wider, Michael let go of his leg and ran his hand through his hair, nervously mussing it up to let it fall wildly.

Rusty was at a loss for words himself. His body relaxed and he was overly aware of his hardness. His heart began to beat as he began to grasp the suspended moment's potential and the inherent importance of it. He'd whispered his oath last night and would now keep it, losing his virginity not to his girlfriend and not in the knot of marriage, but to her brother; fine, soft and pale. He ran his hips down into the bed and spread his legs farther hoping to communicate his invitation. Allen's breath caught in his throat, he swallowed audibly from where he watched. Michael smiled, turned to Allen with eyes sparkling. When his eyes returned to Rusty, moving along the exposed skin of his legs and chest, to his stubbled chin, smirking lips and hazel eyes, Michael's heart began to beat. His nerves made him move slowly and weakly. His cool fingers touched Rusty's knee again, moving slowly along his thigh up to the scrunched hem of his boxers.

A vivid vision of Anna briefly filled his mind, the feel of her hand near his crotch that had been the furthest they'd gone until marriage. She had let him feel her breast, something he now thought was more calculated on her part. He smiled, he could do better, he thought. Before him, he had better shyly touching him. He leaned forward, his arousal catching his voice in his throat, he spoke the name, "Michael," deep and lustrous, impressing himself even. Michael shivered as Rusty ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back into chic perfection. Michael's eyes met his, Rusty's fingers slid down Michael's smooth cheek. Rusty knew he could do better, he had it right in front of him. Michael let himself be pulled by the electric touch of Rusty's fingers beneath his chin. Their lips met softly and Michael's breath left him slowly, warmth flowing over Rusty's lips. They connected, lips parting, tongues exploring, gently sucking and teething. Michael's body fell into him from leaning over Rusty's lap, Rusty's arms held him up, lifting him into his lap.

Michael stared at Rusty as he caught his breath, absorbing his feelings and the rays of attention on him from Rusty. Rusty's hands were on the small of his back moving gently, Michael felt as if they had always belonged there and he belonged to Rusty. He peeled off his shirt, mussing his hair again. Rusty gently put it back in order, letting his hand travel the rest of the way down, Michael arching his back along the way. Rusty put his lips to Michael's chest to suck and lick the supple untouched skin, his stubble scratching skin. Rusty kissed across his chest, moving to kiss, nibble and lick Michael's nipples, riveted by the sounds he could elicit from worshipping beauty, living beauty in the firmness of his grip.

Rusty didn't struggle with himself. He let himself go into the moment, Michael lingered in front of Rusty intensely looking at him for a lead. Rusty let hands roam the waist of his pants and grip the soft flesh. Michael pushed back, letting his lips fall onto Rusty's again. Rusty put the closest of attention in kissing Michael, letting his passion flow through his tender touches growing more and more intimate. Michael lunged up to undress and kick off his pants revealing his rigid cock, Rusty's gaze pulled like a magnet to Michael's movements. Rusty's hands played along Michael's slender legs and cradled his tight balls. He exhaled through his lips as his gaze appreciated the full length of Michael's body. His hands firmly gripped his waist and lowered him down into his lap, pulling him close to kiss and whisper in his ear. Every word, every breath on his skin made Michael more electrified, Rusty felt him heat and come alive in his arms. It spurred him, one arm tight behind Michael's back, Rusty tore the sheets off them, tugging at the tangles. Allen weighted the bed near the bottom.

Rusty stared at Allen, shirtless now with eyes rapt on the two as Michael kissed at his neck while feeling out and caressing his muscles. Rusty put his palms beneath Michael's pert globes.

"Lift up a little, Mike."

Rusty slipped off his boxers and kicked them off his ankles. Rusty sat up and Michael sat in his lap putting their cocks together, pressing and stroking them. Rusty kissed him deeply, his hands caressing his neck and face. Michael parted, his breathing heavy, his gaze on their cocks. Rusty would speak into his ear, then his eyes would close; -blink-. Rusty's hands pressed lower along his back. Michael's cock was paler, the tip redder and his pubes naturally neat to Rusty's trimmed pubes and cock so large and hefty in his hands... `so beautiful, Mike, your skin...' he'd whisper; -blink-. Rusty's cock glistened near the tip, Michael had spread his ample pre-cum along it, the wetness encompassing more of his length as he stroked it more, feeling the soft veins accentuated by the sheen... `look at me, Mike...; -blink-. Intense green eyes struck by bands of light brown, dark eyebrows, tanned skin shining... `you're my world right now, I want to make you feel good...,' his hands gripped Michael's soft cheeks below, his head fell closer to Rusty's neck; -blink-. He could smell him, his skin dampening with sweat, he could see it falling down his smooth pale back.

"Babe?"

"Do it, Rusty...."

Fingers pushed against his entrance, he put his face into Rusty's shoulder, his fingers still manipulating their cocks. Rusty brought his fingers to his mouth and returned to slowly push into Michael's ass, his other petted Michael's back gently as he slowly penetrated Michael. Michael mewled into Rusty's shoulder, his back would arch and his focus would fall onto a drop of sweat sliding down the contours of Rusty's back or the scent of his clean sweat. Rusty was panting, letting his lust steam into the air through expletives and his overflowing affection for him. Rusty's long, agile fingers were deep in Michael, his arms tensely around him as his ass opened up. Rusty moved his hand to cup Michael's chin and brought him to face him, his milky skin accentuated by pink blushes, his black hair matting to his forehead's sweat. He saw arousal in Michael, enjoyment; it moved him, he was seeing the dream of his first time come to life. He kissed him and cradled him onto the bed, laying him down on his back, already feeling Michael wrap his legs arounds his hips.

Allen saw Michael's calves flex and Rusty's globes flex, they worked together. The muscles playing down Rusty's back, worked together. He saw a coupling, he was watching a pair mating and the hardness in his pants flexed with voyeuristic pleasure. Seeing Rusty from behind invigorated him, fueled a desire that had been growing in him since he'd decided to stay. He wanted to fulfill his curiosity, he wanted to participate. He licked his lips, parted them to speak, but only a whispered breath left him. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heart beat harder.

"Rusty..."

Rusty turned his head from where he hovered over Michael's body, his fingers at work again between Michael's legs, Michael moaning and squirming so enticingly.

"Allen, you wanna tag in?" Rusty asked amicably.

Rusty watched Allen's tongue moisten his lips, he nodded his head and moved forward on his knees loosening the waistband of his pjs.

"Didn't know you were the type to go commando, dude. Not a bad cock too."

Allen chuckled at Rusty, his attitude at a time like this... his heart beat so fast as he stared into Rusty's smiling eyes. Rusty turned away, looked down again at Michael, his smile growing

"Beautiful isn't he..."

Michael got up on his elbows smiling shyly at Rusty, his tight abs moving quickly with his breath. Everything about Michael was familiarly enticing to Allen.

"Yea...," Allen replied.

Rusty's back straightened, his bearing rising and his smirking face met Allen's. He bit his lips as he felt Allen's hand slip between his butt cheeks and take a pass over his hole then climb his back. Allen grabbed at Rusty's head and pushed their lips together, their teeth clicked before their tongues danced together. Allen was grabbing at Rusty's pecs and abs. Rusty was jarred when he felt Allen slightly slap his ass. Allen pulled back and let his hungry eyes crawl over Rusty's body. Rusty took the time to finger the chest hair Allen had in a fine brown over the center of his chest. Rusty moaned as Allen bent to suck on his nipple and kiss his chest.

"You like that, Allen?"

"You're so fucking sexy, Rusty..."

Allen's tongue travelled the grooves of his ribs and muscle as Rusty filled his chest with the compliment, Allen grasping his biceps. Rusty put his palm to Allen's neck and let his thumb travel down the length of his spine. Allen returned to Rusty's face, his eyes a darker blue than Michael's. He put his lips close to Allen's ear and told him to wait a little longer, he'd get his turn. Allen growled out a breath of pent up air, but enjoyed the feeling of Rusty's stubble on his cheek as he pulled away. Allen's breath was heavy, his cock dripping onto the bed. He got off the bed and dropped his pjs all the way, feeling the wet spot on the crotch of the soft fabric. Rusty let out a whistle as his cock bounced, throwing off precum in strands into the air, a sticky remnant swung to stick to his cock.

"Looking good, Allen," Rusty said as he leaned back down to lick Michael's tight navel. Michael's eyes fluttered as Rusty teased him, but Allen saw how they travelled the length of his body. He ran his hand down his chest, over his stomach, through his pubes and under his balls. Lifting his thumb, he let his balls swing and pushed his hips forward slightly into the air. His flat stomach flexed and the muscles beneath surfaced until he took a breath. Michael extended an arm towards him, Rusty went back down Michael's body after kissing tenderly at his neck. He licked Michael's cock, then went farther until his face was lost between Michael's legs as he lifted them slowly. Michael's eyes closed and his hands flew to Rusty's hair as Rusty began to lick his hole. Michael's moaning fueled his lust, Allen crawled onto the bed to get next to the action and felt Michael's hand grope his cock once he'd gained composure from the prickly rimjob.

Michael's fingers travelled the length of Allen's cock, groping and feeling the finest grooves of his a veins. Michael was surprised again by the heft of a big cock, his own cock matched his slim body perfectly. He expected an alpha guy like Rusty to have something good between his legs, he had deeply hoped he did. Rusty's was long and thick, it defied gravity by sticking up into the air inches from his torso and he had large balls that did the same, hanging closely to his body. Allen's cock came at you unexpectedly, the girth, length and rigidity; Michael wondered if it could fit his mouth even. His mouth watered, he pulled Allen closer to his mouth. He moaned as his slick mouth dipped over Allen's hot cock. It fit, if uncomfortably, and he was very careful with his teeth. He breathed deep the sweetness of his crotch before the smell of his spit came to his senses, dripping down his cock. He inched farther, feeling Rusty inching his tongue farther into him simultaneously. An electric pulse crawled up his spine as Rusty's lips and tongue pressed hard against him, the friction of his stubble on his ass an added joy. The heat of his tongue grew, Michael whined as he felt it enter him deeper than he could have imagined until it burst into a fluid heat that seeped upwards into him.

Michael moaned as the pleasure took him to the edge of lucidity, his mouth withdrawing slowly from Allen's cock trailing strings of spit that fell cooly on his check as they broke. Rusty felt an ache of his eyes as he'd scrunched them shut diving into Michael's pink hole. He took a moment to breathe huffing breaths, his eyes opening and closing to the fresh vision of Michael's sprawled body on the bed, Allen sliding his wet cock over Michael's pink lips. Rusty couldn't gauge the cause of his heart beating so rapidly, the flaring desire he had to pleasure the boy before him or the strangeness he'd felt when something passed through him into Michael. He worried for him a moment. He watched Michael, but his concern was quickly wicked away by Michael's eyes on him and the wanton way he bucked his hips towards him. Allen's cock pressed forward onto Michael's face, Michael's eyes boring into Rusty's--they were meant for the moment. Rusty's hand moved to Allen's cock, his fingers found the girth of it easy, the length and weight familiar. He stroked it a few times before he gently pushed him away from Michael. His hand lingered on Allen's tool, the heat of it and the moans they elicited from Allen's throat were tempting. Allen's focus redirected, he parted space between Michael and drew closer to Rusty, his hands traveling Rusty's body.

Rusty's own hands dug beneath the weight of Michael's body, he brought him up to the perfect angle of entry and moved a pillowed beneath Michael. Rusty prepared himself to enter him, angling his cock to the wet opening, his heart beat and he looked to Michael's face as he pressed in. His bright eyes closed hard--Rusty went slower. He breathed deeply, his face softened. Rusty felt Allen's fingers down his spine to his ass, felt pressure that he fought against. His weight fell heavy on his arms propped against the mattress, he huffed a breath of disbelief at the sweat trickling down his arms, from his face down to Michael's body. He pushed further, past the opening. Michael's body winced, Rusty paused and caressed Michael. Rusty caught a whisper past Michael's lips, "More." He pushed himself up again and moved his hips farther, a thrill coursed through him as Michael moaned, his fingers digging into his back. He ran his thumb along the edge of Michael's reddened lips, feeling the hot breath. In a quick motion Michael had his thumb in his mouth, tongue swirling as he sucked hard. Rusty pushed deeper, Michael's face twisted and he breathed quick bursts through his nose. There was more to go, Rusty saw, he cradled Michael's cheek, thumb still in his mouth, and pushed himself in till he pressed flesh against flesh. Both their breath were ragged, Rusty's lips kissed Michael's face as he turned away in some pain. "Give it a second..." Rusty said. He waited patiently for Michael's face to untwist. Rusty saw the sparkling blue of his eyes and began slowly drawing out, then in. He waited, his chest burning from suspended breaths. Finally, Michael began to moan, his hands drawing hard along his skin and urging him on. He kissed him, his breaths exploding as his hips followed Michael's tasking.

Their bodies were in sync, skin always against skin. Rusty enjoyed most being close enough to feel Michael's chest vibrate with his moans or the hot breath from his lips and having the wanton words he'd let lose crawl through his ear. His eyes never drifted, he let his body respond solely to the directions Michael gave through hard spurring scratches, nudges to slow and the intricate play of emotions on his face. Michael's hands which gently sat on the clefts of his neck and shoulder, pushed him back so that Rusty was seated behind him. Rusty felt the cool air on his sweat drenched skin, he felt a grip on his thigh as he began to fuck Michael again. He watched him writhe beneath him, his hand furiously stroking his cock. Rusty pawed his hand away and continued stroking for him. Michael whined and moaned until his back arched and he spewed cum in ribbons up to his face and down along his chest.

Rusty relented quickly, driven by a surging thirst watching Michael release his seed. Rusty slowed his strokes, his hips slowed till his cock lovingly departing his hole. He ran his tongue along Michael's chest, his tongue quickly darting to the ends of the more watery jizz slowly dripping down the contours of his body, then up along the rivulet where he would suck up the milky white source. He lapped along every trace of fluid, often picking up the tracks of his sweat drops, his tongue roamed Michael's chest and neck until it was cleared. Allen saw Rusty's ass presented to him as he held himself over Michael, kissing him deeply and saying things to him as they held a hairs breadth apart. Watching Rusty's tongue run along Michael's spent body gave him a second idea of what to do with Rusty's ass. Allen moved behind Rusty and bent to place his tongue on the base of Rusty's cock, above his dangling balls. He could feel Rusty's heart beat, Allen let his breath heat up Rusty's glutes as he took a moment to savor the pulsing heat on his tongue. The air played a role in roughing Allen's tongue that made it all the better as it drew a long moan from Rusty as it climbed his ass. Allen grinned as it dawned on him that Rusty might have something in common with his sister. He withdrew and went again, without pause, letting his face drag through Rusty's ass and his tongue moisten it. Rusty moaned and curled his toes, cueing Allen to eat Rusty out with the same techniques and voracity his sister so enjoyed.

Rusty's blood coursed through him faster, his face grew hotter resting on Mike's chest. Rusty began to curse and moan, his breathy voice reminding Mike of the sweet humidity of the words he'd deliver into his ear. Mike ran his fingers through Rusty's hair and massaged the tensed muscles of his shoulders as Rusty pushed back against Allen. Mike felt a shudder of joy as Rusty fell into the familiar pleasure, his head now fitting into the cleft of Michael's groin. Rusty's back arched, letting his ass open to Allen. Allen capitalized on the moment, wetting Rusty's opening. Allen's hands moved with automatic grace, his tongue never dried, his cock never softened, every moment of worshipping Rusty's ass was instinctual--he had Rusty's body singing. He ran reverse, his tongue pushing along the hardness of Rusty's cock, between his balls and then he pulled away. Rusty's body moved with the motion of his huffing breaths as Allen pulled Rusty's cock like a crank. Allen stared at the view, Rusty's hard cock pushing with strength against his palm. A piston with two balls below Rusty's lean ass and pucker. His eyes saw something new and unfamiliar, but he felt the familiar allure and lust he felt for a female lover. Allen watched Rusty move slightly, repositioning himself. His jaw slackened a bit, his mouth grew wetter as the slight drop of Rusty's back, his legs widening a fraction, his toes curling, communicated to Allen a familiar message that stirred his blood. Rusty didn't flinch as Allen's hot breath hit his hole, Allen spit onto it, the saliva pooling in the muscles and dripping in as Rusty flexed then released repeatedly.

Allen's hand pushed on Rusty's hip, lowering Rusty further, raising his ass to meet pucker to crown. Allen spit again to wet his cock. Rusty was quiet as Allen pushed into him slowly, his body tensed and then relaxed. Allen felt a thrill of fear as he thrust into Rusty and was swallowed down into his heat and held tightly. Rusty moaned beneath him as Allen caught his breath from the surge of pleasure engulfing his cock, his heart still beating from the thrill of surprise. Allen nuzzled Rusty's neck, moaning with the pleasure of his tight grip, enjoying too the extra pleasure of Michael's fingers running through his hair. Rusty relaxed beneath him, pushing himself up into Allen's chest. Allen spread himself over Rusty's back, his head hovering over Rusty's, his arms aside his shoulders. Rusty pressed against his chest, pressed Allen deeper into himself. He held, he relaxed, he held--he relaxed. Allen was put to the test, sweat shining on his skin and he hadn't even rocked his hips yet. Rusty felt wild, his skin hot and wet in the furnace like heat beneath Allen, his face dripping sweat onto Michael's now revived cock. He licked it when he could focus, his body humming, his throat raspy from the moans ripping through him and his core beginning to tighten with fatigue of pulling pleasure from Allen's embedded cock. He could feel the smile on Allen's lips when they weren't hovering over his skin, breathing hot air and dripping petal soft drops of sweat--he worked harder to pleasure them both. His arms quivered, he fell forward into Michael's cock, Allen followed him closer, never a second apart, he had a moment to be impressed before he--came. His ass spasmed, his hips twitched and his body quivered, goose-pimples raced over his skin. The world was loud with vibrations, his moaning and Allen's, his chest was tight and his insides warm. The relief was a pleasure, relaxed and open he kissed at Michael's cock, rubbed at Allen and kissed him too.

Allen chucked at him as they rose up again back-to-chest, Rusty wobbly on his knees. His hands moved to his cock, dreading to see the mess on his bed. He saw small wet spots where he had dripped precum then a larger puddle of his clear precum, but not a mess of semen. He shivered, confused by his body. His cock was still hard and leaking a string of clear liquid that dripped down as he watched his angry cock beating with his heart. A bead of precum, more pearlescent than usual, formed on the tip of cock. Clear precum coated it and when he pulsed his cock, the bead of clear fluid trailed down into a string as it felt gravity. Then the bead was gone, but it had not fallen out of his body. He felt himself heating up inside again. Allen moaned again as Rusty tightened himself, a faint touch on Allen's still buried cock. He'd felt that before in a girl after he'd just made her cum... pressure built on Allen's cock, he felt a touch on his slit and the burning rush of pleasure within his shaft. He pulled back immediately, his nervous chest tight, heart beating. Rusty moaned beneath him, Allen gripped his hips hard, holding him still, pulling his cock out. The tip scrapped along the upper surface of Rusty's canal, bouncing upward as it exited. The tip was clean, red and thick, his cock glistened in its coat of lube. His meat was thick, long and furiously rigid, it impressed him and he hefted his cock with a swing of his hips, almost laughing at how high his balls swung, so heavy with cum. He ran his hands along Rusty's spine, naturally his ass was presented and he split it again with a deep plunge of his cock. They moaned together, until Allen pulled back then pushed, pulled then pushed; Rusty's breath held until the third slap of flesh then he filled their ears with raspy huffing and the sweetest moans.

Allen set himself into the bed with his knees, driving his hand into Rusty's back to set him low and pulling his hips up. Oh the form of his muscled ass, Allen thought. Allen drove himself into Rusty, hard and long. His whole body would move with the fastest strokes, but his finesse was with the slow strokes, using only his hips. He could press his chest against Rusty, feel his moans and passion puffing from his lips. Rusty was wild beneath Allen, his heart beat so fast, his blood surged so hot and his cock was iron hard, streaming liquid. Allen saw a small blush to his skin grow along the ridge of Rusty's shoulders, the sweat on his back ran together with his own. Rusty's pleasure was most obvious in his bursts of soft whines, most subtle were Rusty's shifts into submissiveness. Allen aimed himself at increasing his dominance, Rusty made the sounds of a submitted man, but he still fought him for control. Allen tested his techniques, applied pressure of his palms and fists on different parts of Rusty. Rusty moved beneath him or held against him, pushing, but Allen soon found what made Rusty melt. A mixed stroke, push through the ring quickly, slow through the deep and back, then quicker on the pull out. It burned his loins to do it, it applied a constant teasing tattoo on his head as he popped out and plunged into a gripping heat caressing his cock. Allen cursed and grunted, beyond impressed with his own endurance, impressed with his hard cock every time it glistening outside Rusty's entrance, thicker and harder than ever.

He steadied himself impossibly, keeping the pace high and the techniques varied... each go of Rusty's favorite stroke capitalized on his submissiveness, slowly training Rusty to let his walls down. A grip on his neck, a slap on his ass that left a hot red mark, a fist knuckled into the meat of his ass at the small of his back and a pull on his arm to unbalance him, teetering him between Mike's thighs. Allen fucked him fast to enter, slow to the bottom, slow along the way out and fast to exit. He drew it out longer, feeling overwhelmed, but so close to having Rusty... he couldn't bare it, on the out stroke he let his cock bounce in the air, straining mentally to not let his muscles snap out a load. His heart beat his cock up and down, Rusty remained on the bed ass up, face down, Allen kept a tight grip on the meat of his ass. Allen sighed as Rusty rose erect on his knees, he pressed his back against Allen's chest, a hand on his ass and soon Rusty's face turned to him, lips hovering away from his waiting. Allen gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, he pushed his cock deep into Rusty and felt hot air on his face as Rusty gasped. He pushed him over, miraculously invigorated by Rusty's intimacy. Rusty's ass settled over his bent legs, Allen gave it a hard slap before he anchored his hands on Rusty's thighs and entered him sharply. Rusty jolted, moaning at the pleasure as Allen fucked him hard. Rusty let up control--he enjoyed it, the slaps, the grips and the hard shoves back into the position Allen wanted. All Rusty had to do was put his ass out for his man, it was all Rusty could do with the fires burning in him.

Rusty could feel them growing, a repeat of before, his muscles had a mind of their own as they moved and milked Allen who fucked him panting raggedly. He wanted his cum in him, he wanted to cum. Breathless, he engulfed Mike's cock, it was hot and salty, desperate fingers feebly pushed against his face. Mike had worked himself this whole time using a stroking hand, aroused with the vision before him. A hot mouth assaulting his cock was a leap in sensation, he squirmed in the tight space and cried as Rusty pulled out a load that bordered on pain. Rusty had him in the tightness of his throat, moving up on the wetness of spit and sperm to savor and lick as Mikey whined beneath him. His desire still burned, he wanted... Mike sighed as Rusty slid off him. Rusty spoke aloud, "Cum in me, Allen," his breath ragged, deep and desperate. Allen heard the need in his voice, Rusty needed his load. He fell onto Rusty's sweaty back, fucking his cock slow and deep in his ass. Rusty hadn't expect him to slow down, or for it to feel so good having him close to him, mouth to his ear whispering how good it was. He held him tight, Allen pushed through the pressure, let it take him over the edge. Through his hold Rusty felt that moment of release, Allen's cock went harder, widened, it seemed to open in him. Then it quivered as it released inside, he could see it, feel it and the beauty of it slaked his thirst.

Rusty was smiling, he could feel it inside and out. The rutting pleasure and the elevated intimacy, he had truly shared himself with both boys. Thoughts ran deep in his head where they did not disturb the roiling tide of pleasure. It was lost on him how long Allen's cock had puffed and pulsed in his ass, he persisted in the joy of it until the alarm of his imminent orgasm bore through again. Desire tore through him, he wanted the boys... bodies moved along with his thoughts. Allen's cock slid out of him, the sliding of Mike's smooth skin over his made him shiver and close his eyes. He opened his eyes to the foreign sensations of two mouths on his cock, licking and sucking on his hardness. He hardly knew where to put his hands, he was on the verge of cumming, he had the urge to jack himself off. His hands moved so slowly and the rush so much quicker. He clenched his fists in the air, scrunched his eyes and moaned with abandon as his orgasm erupted from his core. Cords of cum were shot, tugged, from his cock. He felt every hot drop from his base to explosive tip. He lost himself-- First his fists, he remembered them in the air, his eyes saw them then, his heart beating in his ears, sweat and electricity on his skin--he shivered. His fists unclenched and he could feel again, his cock was hot and oozing. He turned his gaze down.

Allen and Mike were busy on him, cleaning him, their tongues whitish and wet, their lips glossy. He sighed with relief, tension wicking away from the pit of his belly. He brought sweet Mike up with the gentlest touch and kissed him. His mouth filled with the flavor of his cum as Mike gave him what he had collected, followed by his playful tongue. He ran his hands softly along his body as they kissed. Allen nudged him, pinched his nipple. He turned to him and in a moment Allen pounced, down his throat the cum went and they kissed passionately. Rusty breathed hard onto Allen's face, overwhelmed again. Allen backed off and rested on his knees silently, gazing at Rusty, still heaving, as quiet Mike smiled widely at him, his hair a mess. Three boys breathing hard, staring at each other, the speakers beginning to register in Rusty's head in the silence. Rusty laughed inwardly at the electronic music playing all along, not at all romantic, but it had all been perfect. His first time... or times. Mike and Allen sagged, relieved, their eyes twinkling with their smiles now that Rusty had broken a grin. Rusty rustled the bed as he found a spot against his headboard and pillows. Mike settled onto his left, a perfect fit on his side and the cradle of his biceps. Allen hesitated, then crawled next to Rusty, shuffled his hips next to his and put his arm around Rusty's neck. Rusty put his arm around Allen's waist and let his other strum along Mike's soft skin.

Heartbeats, skin-on-skin, breaths, music beats and contented sighs--things that made the world right. Voices murmuring, calling, tinkering in the kitchen, water running, cars on the street--Rusty shifted underneath the boys. Allen silently left the bed slowly, but dressed quickly and was gone. Rusty's caresses had stopped, but Mike still purred like a cat. Rusty tapped his shoulder and horsely told him to follow him. He hauled out of his bed, cleared his throat and walked to his bathroom with Mike tailing him. Mike admired Rusty's jock bearing from behind, skippy with the feeling of having his favor. He caught up and stood closely to Rusty as he turned on the water, his hands naturally finding Mike, Mike naturally leaning closer. They waited for the warm water in close quarters and silent glances. Rusty washed Mike gently, ignoring his hard cock. Mike followed suit to the end where he gently fondled Rusty's soft cock. It plumped slightly before Rusty pulled at his wrist. They dried each other and returned to the room that held a lingering aroma.

Mike's pants began to ring before they reached the bed, he bent to pick them up and answered the phone, slumping his shoulders as he answered sharp questions. Rusty dressed himself silently, knowing he'd be taking Mike home even before the hissing voice called. Mike sighed as he hung up and fell back into the bed, his narrow torso stretching thinner. Rusty tossed his littered shirt at him and told him to dress, Mike came up smiling and caught up. They walked closer than usual, Mike less gloomy. Rusty opened the doors for him, let a hand settle on the small of his back and drove with his fingers on the heat of his thigh. He watched Mike walk away slowly through the large gate, down the wide pathway and into his house. His house, not his sister's... Rusty rode away smiling at how things felt better, more right. He let his head rest against the head of his seat, stopped at the sign... his thoughts were on the strange events, things he couldn't put words too. He turned the way to pass by his school, a longer route to his house, but he was feeling nostalgic for the place.

His expectation to cruise through changed when he saw a familiar form near the gym, he slowed to get a better look, but the form had gone into the school before he had turned.