Here's a new little story featuring one of the characters from my story "Jo and El", posted in January. The two guys this time are 18 and 16, respectively.
Here's the story:
Jo and El, pt. 2: Jo and Marty (M/t, anal, oral, WS, inc)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
"You awake, Jo?"
"Wha...?" grumbled Jo, trying to wake himself from the torpor that he used to call sleep.
"Is that you, Marty?" he croaked out.
"Well, Mom and Dad are out of town, and I sure ain't no burglar, so yeah, it's me, big bro", answered Jo's younger brother Marty.
"Waddayawantatthistime?"
"Wa-wa-wa? Did you try to say something, man?"
"Okay, okay. What..do..you..want..at..this..time?" Jo was in his usual morning mood. This might be excused, seeing it was no more than 5:30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. However, Jo was flying to Mexico that morning, and it was Marty's job to wake him up and help him get going in time.
"I just wanted to wake you up, bro." Marty put up his most innocent face.
"At 5:30? My flight isn't till 9:15. You know that."
"Yeah, I know. But it's good to be on the safe side. And besides..."
"Besides what?" grumbled Jo, trying to bury his face in the pillow again.
"I figured we could, you know, talk. And stuff." Marty was plainly embarrassed. Jo took in the sight of his "little" brother, standing there in his boxers and a much too tight t-shirt. "Little brother". That was a joke! True, Jo was 18 and Marty only 16, but Jo took after his dad, which meant he was thin and scrawny, even if he was pretty tall. Marty, on the other hand, was practically the spitting image of his maternal grandfather. Just slightly shorter than Jo, he weighed 30 pounds more. As the dedicated sprinter he was, he didn't exactly look flabby, either. Lots of muscle on that kid. Plus, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, like the boys' mom (and her dad). Jo's hair was raven black, and his eyes almost equally dark.
Jo felt the familiar stirrings in his mid section. Funny, he hadn't woken up with a full morning erection. Maybe it was too soon. Or too late. Erections come and go during the night, he knew that much. Marty sure looked sexy standing there. Jo wondered how his relationship with his brother would develop. Only a week and a half ago, they had been no more than brothers and friends. But then came the night when they raided the liquor cabinet. Not that they drank a lot, but it sure broke down their inhibitions. And it ended up with Marty sticking his seven and a half inches up Jo's asshole, pounding him until the youthful sperm streamed from both of them. And then, shortly after, there was the weekend with Jo's best buddy El. Jo wasn' sure which felt best, Marty's dick in him, or his own in El's tight ass. True, the sex he'd had with El had been hotter, but that was probably because they'd pissed on and in each other, in addition to the regular sex. Maybe Marty could be persuaded to play a little at water sports, too.
"Are you just gonna lie there and look at me all morning?" asked Marty.
"Uh? Oh, sorry." Jo shook himself. Should he try to lead up to this casually, or just take the bull by the horns? Marty decided the matter for him, when he pounced on the bed, dragging the covers off his big brother.
"I knew it!" Marty yelled triumphantly. "You're hard!"
"Half-hard. And why shouldn't I be? I'm young, it's early in the morning, and it's been a while since last time I got laid." Jo didn't tell Marty that "a while" only meant 36 hours. That revelation - that he'd developed a habit of sticking his cock up his best buddy's behind - was for later.
"I'm hard, too", snickered Marty, pulling off his boxers in one swift motion, then laying down beside Jo.
"So that's what "and stuff" means, then. You wanna have sex with me."
"Don't you wanna?" Marty put on his trademark puppy dog face.
"I might."
"Thought so." The younger boy reached for his brother's balls, easily cupping them in one large palm. Jo shuddered slightly, the exquisite combination of a repressed yawn and the warmth surrounding his nuts causing him to grow fully erect. Marty's hand travelled up the shaft, and then to his brother's belly, where he left it. Jo's cock looked almost exactly the same as Marty's, except it had dark hair. And lots of it. Marty just had a small, sexy blond bush. Jo suspected he trimmed it.
"To repeat myself: What do you want?"
"Can I fuck you?"
"Don't you get enough from Molly, man? You wanna fuck me every morning, noon and night, too?"
"I do not fuck you every morning, noon and night! It only happened twice. And anyway, Molly dumped me for Johnny. You know, the captain of the diving team."
"Oh, yeah, I know", Jo answered dreamily. He'd had his fantasies about Johnny. And everybody knew Molly had dedicated her life to having sex with as many of the school's athletes as she possibly could. Probably a few from other schools as well. His thick rod pulsed, now completely rigid.
"So, can I?" Marty insisted. He had a two fingers stroking Jo along the perineum now, moving in the direction of his asscrack.
"Maybe. But I wanna fuck you first."
"What!?"
"You heard."
"But I don't do that. I'm not a fag!"
Jo lifted himself up a bit, resting on one elbow and fixing his brother with a stare.
"Don't you ever use words like that again, Martin Schulz, or I'm gonna yank your balls clean off, I swear!"
Marty looked flabbergasted.
"But I didn't...I mean, I...?"
"You mean what?"
"I didn't mean anything bad", Marty answered, almost whining.
"Maybe not, but you sure said something bad. And I sure as hell won't let you fuck me now!"
"I'm sorry, Jo, I'm sorry. I'll never say anything like it again, I promise. Will you forgive me? Please?" He looked so young and vulnerable and deeply sorry that Jo relented. Marty had always been a terrible liar, because his face gave him away every time. So the hurt and the regret evident on his beautiful, boyish face had to be real.
"Okay, you're forgiven. Almost. But you gotta suck me off before anything else happens."
With a huge grin of relief, Marty bounced to his knees, and in a flash he was down between his big brother's legs, the half-hard cock (erection partly lost from the small altercation between the two of them) almost buried in his mouth before Jo knew what was going on.
"Hey! Careful, man! Watch those teeth!"
Marty lifted off for a moment.
"Sorry, bro. I just got a little carried away."
"Hmm!" answered Jo, losing himself in the feeling of the boy's warm mouth around his pecker. Marty had only sucked him off once before, so if he didn't do it just right, lack of experience was the reason, not lack of consideration.
But to hell with reasons! Marty was going at it hammer and tongs now, and Jo had to concentrate on the feelings.
"Oh, yeah, little brother! Suck on your big brother's cock. Take his dick and pull the sperm out of it! Swallow my man-juice, boy!"
As if the sucking itself wasn't hot enough, Jo's own dirty talk excited him even more, and in less than a minute, he felt the orgasm coming over him.
"Yeah, Marty! I'm gonna shoot now! I'm gonna fill your mouth-pussy with my sperm. Take it, boy! Take it! Wooooohh!"
Marty stopped his bobbing up and down, and concentrated on swallowing the big load of cream his brother shot in his oral cavity. As the last few drops oozed out, he gave the glans a good swipe with his mouth, then released the deflating cock.
"Whoa! Marty, my man! You're gettin' good at this. You should suck cock for money."
"Yeah? It's nice, but it's not my favorite. Can I fuck you now?"
"Not just yet. I haven't forgiven you completely. If you'll just let me recover for a minute, I'll tell you what happens next."
"Oh! Okay." Marty lay down again, stroking his brother's chest and stomach. He loved that. Fucking Jo was probably the best, but caressing Jo was really nice, too. And why shouldn't it? After all,Marty loved his big brother.
"Right. Here's the deal", said Jo after a couple of minutes of silence. "You suck me again till I get hard, then you open your pretty ass for me."
"Oh, man! When do I get to fuck you?"
"After I finish fucking you, boy. And for that, I'll forgive you completely, and I'll even tell you something interesting."
"What?"
"All in good time. Now shut up and suck!"
Sighing heavily, Marty got back on all four. He grabbed the almost limp dick of the elder Schulz boy, taking a little time to marvel at the softness and warmth it offered. Then he gently took it between his lips, at first only working the head. Shortly, he felt it growing again, and he speeded up a little, taking more of the shaft.
"That's fine, man! On your back!" commanded Jo.
"Okay. But be gentle!"
"I will. It's not the first time I've done this, you know", said Jo.
"It isn't?" Marty thought to himself, wondering who else Jo could have fucked. Not that it mattered, because Jo was fiddling with a jar of lube he'd pulled out from under the mattress. Marty flinched slightly as he felt the cool, moist stuff being smeared around his hitherto untouched orifice. Jo eased one finger inside, and Marty gasped as it entered him. It didn't hurt, though, and as Jo pushed it farther in, it hit something inside that made him squirm with delight.
"Found your prostate, man", chuckled Jo.
"Don't matter what it is, it sure feels great", said his little brother, moaning at every hit on the gland. Next, Jo pushed in another finger. This took a little longer to get used to, but with some effort, Marty relaxed enough to take it without problems.
"Now, brother mine. Now I'm gonna stick my big cock inside you and take your cherry. You're gonna feel the delights of bottoming."
"Quit the chit-chat and just fuck me, Jo!" said Marty.
"You got it."
Jo positioned his dick at the hole and pushed. Marty had sense enough to relax and keep breathing steadily, and so felt no pain until the head popped past the inner ring. He tensed up immediately.
"Waaahh! It hurts, Jo! It hurts! Take it out!"
"Shhh! Just relax, breathd and push out a little. The pain will pass."
Marty tried to do as his brother said, and little by little the pain became discomfort, then just a full feeling, and eventually...Yeah, it was kinda nice!
Jo sensed his brother's relaxation and pushed a little more, keeping up an even pressure.
"It's in, bro. I'm all the way inside your ass. How do you like it?"
"It's nice, I guess."
"You guess it's nice? How about this?"
Jo pulled out just a little, then back in.
"Whoa! What'd you do? That was so great, Jo!"
"Just the prostate again. Good, huh?"
Marty's face was a study in wonder, and Jo couldn't help smile. He looked just like a kid who'd just received a wonderful new toy. Which he had.
"I'm starting now. I'm gonna let you feel what a real fuck is like." With that, Jo pulled his penis half way out, then slowly pushed it all the way back in. When that only seemed to increase Marty's enjoyment, he pulled it out till only the head was left inside, and shoved once more.
"Yeah, Jo! Oh, man why didn't we do this years ago? Fuck me, big brother, fuck your little brother's ass!"
Jo did just that. At first long, slow strokes, then short, hard and quick. A variety he knew El liked, was when he pulled out slowly, then pushed in hard and fast. Marty enjoyed that, too, but the biggest grin came when he went slow.
Having cum just minutes earlier, Jo was able to keep pounding the sixteen year old ass below him for quite a while. Finally, though, after almost ten minutes of delicious coupling, the churning in his balls became too much.
"Oh, Marty! Marty, I'm gonna shoot now! I'm gonna give your sweet behind it's first load of brother-juice. You want that, boy? Huh?"
Marty licked his lips and opened his eyes, fixing his brother's almost black eyes with his own blue.
"Oh, Jo, I love you! Work that dick in me! Shoot your load inside me!"
Jo looked down at the rock hard and precum-dripping cock that jutted out from between Marty's strong legs, and with a final shove, he began unloading. The orgasm shook him from head to toe, and he arched his back and neck, unable to concentrate on anything but the jism shooting out from his cockhead, buried deep inside his brother's bowels.
As he regained his senses, he looked down at the smiling boy.
"Are you crying, Marty?"
"Yeah", sniffled the younger boy. "That was so good, and I love you so much, and, and..."
Jo leaned down and kissed his brother on the mouth.
"Oh, Marty! I love you, too. Really, I do." Grinning wickedly, he asked: "So you liked it, then? I can fuck you more often, huh?"
"Sure you can. But you were going to tell me something?"
"Oh, yeah. But first, let me pull out. Just relax again, and it won't feel so bad."
With only a small amount of pain, Marty allowed his brother to vacate the asshole which just a short while ago had functioned only as an exit. His first fucking! That was pretty amazing, and he sure hoped it wouldn't be the last.
After wiping both his dick and Marty's ass with a t-shirt, Jo lay down beside his brother. Then, having exchanged a couple (or a couple of dozen) kisses, they pulled apart, and Jo reached for his brother's dick, which had lost most of its former hardness.
"Not excited to be with me anymore, bro?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.
"Oh! No, it's not that. It's just that I really, really need to piss."
"You don't say" muttered Jo, as if to himself.
"I'm gettin' up." Marty started to heave his body from the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Jo pulled him back, and the younger boy looked questioningly at him.
"We're brothers, man. Brothers help each other."
"What's that supposed to mean, Jo? You wanna help me piss?"
"Yeah, I do."
"How?"
"I can drink it." Jo looked a bit doubtful now, half regretting he'd made the suggestion. Marty just looked funny, with his mouth wide open and his eyes like saucers, and eventually Jo could no longer suppress a giggle. What Jo didn't know, was that Marty was, in one sense, a much more experienced piss player than himself. It wasn't just a few gallons of golden nectar that his baby brother had guzzled down over the years, but it had all been his own. The thought of pissing in somebody else's mouth excited the boy a lot. Especially the thought of big brother Jo taking it.
"Ah, forget I mentioned it, Marty. Just you go to the bathroom."
"No way! You make an offer, you stand by it. Now get those lips round me, or I'm pissin' your bed, bro."
Jo's amazement was evident, but he reacted fast enough, and had Marty's pisser buried in his mouth within seconds.
"Yeah, big brother, here it comes. Drink it up and tell me how much you love it. Aaaahh!" Marty's sigh of contentment was very audible as the warm, pungent urine travelled up his urethra, broke open the slit and poured into Jo's waiting mouth and down his throat. This was so wild! Sure, he'd tasted piss from El and from himself, but he'd never drunk it like this, like from a tap. It was hard work, though, swallowing. Not that the amount was stupendous, but it all came so fast, and he didn't want to spill anything.
"Fuck, man! That felt great", whispered Marty when the last drops had left him. Jo didn't seem to eager to let go, though. His tongue kept playing around the piss slit, like he wanted to coax out some more.
"There's nothin' left, Jo. All gone. But that sure feels good all the same." Marty was quickly getting hard again. After all, he hadn't shot a load yet that morning.
"Leave it, Jo! Or else I'm gonna cuuumm! Haaaah!!" Jo had his prize, a mighty load of hot teenage sperm shooting into his longing mouth. Marty writhed on the bed, alternately groaning, squealing and whimpering until long after the final trickle of boy-seed had left him.
"That wasn't fair, Jo! I wanted to shoot that up your ass!"
Jo smiled up at him. "There's still time. And even if you can't make it this morning, I'll be back in three weeks."
"I know, but what am I gonna do while you're gone?"
"Ah, yes! That's what I wanted to tell you about." Jo slid up until his eyes were level with his brother's. His left hand was still down there, playing with Marty's nutsack.
"Go on!"
"Well, I think I told you I had fucked other people before."
"Yeah?"
"Can you guess who?"
"Ehm, no."
Jo rolled his eyes. "How dim can a person get? Who's my best buddy?"
"You mean...El?"
Jo nodded. "That's exactly who I mean. This weekend, up at the lake. We were both pretty drunk. And wasted, too. I guess that's why he agreed when I asked if I could fuck him, but he sure liked it."
"Wow! Did he fuck you, too?"
"No. But we sucked each other off. And we played some water sports. And here's the point: I told him about our encounters. Yours and mine, I mean, and he's hot as hell to feel your stick up his tube."
"What?"
"He wants you to fuck him."
Marty was unable to speak for a few moments, and just stared up at the ceiling. What a morning! Twenty minutes ago, his cherry had been intact, and now it wasn't. Twenty minutes ago, the only piss play he'd tried, had been with himself. Now it wasn't. And now, his brother's best buddy, sweet little Elvin, was offering his ass to him. By proxy, so to speak. Small wonder his dick was rising again. Glancing down at it, he grinned hugely.
"Bring the lube back out, big brother! Little Marty is ready for some more action."
Jo's grin was no smaller, and quickly he had the jar in his hand, liberally coating both his brother's hard bone and his own pucker.
"I think I wanna try it like this", he said, lying down flat on his stomach. Marty crawled on top of him, making almost full body contact. The entry was slow, but easy. Jo felt completely relaxed in this position, and it wasn't long before the youngest prick of the Schulz family was rhythmically pumping the second youngest asshole of the same family. As the fuck progressed, Jo thought of his previous sessions with Marty and with El, of the things they'd do when he returned. He might even find some ass to plow down in Mexico. Yeah, bound to be some hot boys there, too.
Marty was struck by thoughts of Christmas, of all things. Of fucks past, fucks present and fucks to come. Lifting his upper body, he could see his fat, long, hard organ invading his big brother's ass. Oh, yess!
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) June 2001.
Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com
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