| The Vent - Part 2 | ||
| Christopher slowly began rubbing
the oil in with one hand, touching himself very lightly. His eyes were glued on
Ron's actions. I was rubbing my rock solid cock too as I watched, wishing for
some of that "tingly" lotion. Ron took another handful of lotion and put it on
Christopher's cock again. "Here, man --- let go and have a good time." Then, Ron began to massage the stuff in to Christopher's cock and balls himself. Wow! I was shocked! Christopher's hands fell to his sides and he just laid there. Ron did exactly to Christopher what he'd been doing to himself. "Feels better when someone else does it, don't you think?" Christopher had kind of a panicked look on his face and just mumbled, "Un-huh." Ron slipped his oily hand under Christopher's balls. I was surprised when Christopher immediately spread his knee to the side to accommodate Ron's fingers. Ron was up on an elbow as he reached to handle Christopher's body. Their eyes met. "Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?" Christopher nodded. Ron continued massaging the long, hard erection for a minute and I could see Christopher's body instinctive contracting. "You want me to stop?” Ron asked. Christopher paused, and then shook his head. Ron shifted position a little, saying, “If you want I can turn so you can do me too at the same time." Their eyes met again. Christopher finally nodded, and Ron turned around on the bed so that their crotches were close to each other's face in a semi sixty-nine position. Ron continued massaging the plentiful lotion supply into Christopher's cock. His hands would slip over the plum, then slide down the shaft, move over the balls, and then slip into the asscrack. Christopher again bent a leg to provide better access, and his hand moved to touch Ron's huge equipment. At first Christopher touched like Ron's throbbing lance was fine China, but soon he was starting to use both hands and following Ron's lead. Well --- I couldn't handle it any more. Actually, as I'd watched, I'd handled "it" too much and I shot a huge gooey load of jism into a sock. My attention was distracted for a short while as I experienced my tumultuous orgasm, but then the sounds from the TV brought me back to the wild show. Both were now jacking the other off with both hands, one working up and down the other's hard shaft and the other moving around over balls and assholes. They were both breathing hard. Ron gasped, "Man, stick you're fuckin' finger in, Chris. Geez your touch feels good!" It was clear they were both jacking and finger fucking each other, and I knew they were both getting really worked up. Christopher leaned against Ron and kissed his hip not far from the tattoo. That drew my full attention, since he had been so hesitant about everything just a few minutes before. I watched the two very handsome, muscular bodies writhe in unbelievable ecstasy. Christopher bent forward and kissed Ron's hip again, this time sticking out his tongue to lick almost exactly on the tattoo. Ron's voice was hoarse. "Fuck me, Chris. Use those fuckin' fingers. Go deeper! Oh, god, stroke that cock." It was clear that they were both ramming fingers deeply in to each other as their hands stroked each other's rigid cocks in unison. Christopher was first. Without warning his cock shot wads of creamy cum all over, even hitting Ron in the face and chest. Ron rolled slightly to his back and Christopher, after unintentionally pausing in his labors while his explosion occurred, began again to stroke Ron's throbbing pole. His fingers began again to work more deeply into Ron's asshole. And then, it was Ron's turn. Everything happened very quickly. Ron's body thrashed around on the bed like he was totally out of control. His moans and words were so loud I turned down the volume on the TV. Then, spunk flew everywhere! Ron's whole body went rigid and raised way off the bed. He let go of his cock as it fired its volleys. At every shot the big cannon raised way up off of Ron's belly and pulsed as his huge balls tightened up to the base of the thick pole. As he thrashed around his hand instinctively moved back over Christopher's body, stroking my brothers still erect pointer. Well --- I did it again, too! I was so surprised by my own explosion that I didn't have time to find a sock. I again glued my body, the pillowcase, and the sheets with my hot cum. When I returned my attention to the TV screen, Ron was gone and Christopher was using a towel to wipe their combined cum off himself and his surroundings. I could hear the shower running. After he'd finished cleaning up Christopher laid back on the bed and again began caressing his still erect lance. It was obvious he was feeling no pain. The shower water stopped running and Christopher stopped fondling himself. I was a little surprised when, after a few seconds, he started again and was fairly actively fisting his cock when Ron walked back in the room. I heard him before he came into view. "Hey --- still got the horns, huh Chris?" Christopher stopped stroking, but continued to fondle himself. He looked up and smiled, "They say, if it feels good --- do it. And, it feels good!" Ron came into the picture laying down beside Christopher. "I've gotten so I don't like jackin' off all that much. Someone else's hand or mouth is so much fuckin' better." Christopher nodded, starting to get up. "I'm all skuzzy. Better get my shower." Ron just laid back with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. His cock seemed totally soft. I busied myself with a little clean up of my own. I unwrapped a second videotape in case anything more happened. I knew I still had about forty-five minutes of recording time on the tape that was running, but I didn't want to miss a beat if they were going to do something else. Christopher came back in the room and picked up the vodka bottle from the bedside table. "Forget those silly cups, man. We can just take swigs from the bottle," Ron said. So they laid back, side by side, passing the bottle back and forth. Ron got up on one elbow again, looking at Christopher. "Ya know, Chris --- when we were in high school I thought you were real stuck up. Maybe I've changed --- maybe you've changed --- maybe it's both of us. Now, since Alice and I split the sheets, you're my best friend." Their eyes met. Christopher took another short swig, started to hand the bottle to Ron, then --- when Ron gave a "no" hand signal --- he set it down. "Yeah, man --- thanks for your help workin' out and stuff. I've never had a friend like you." They looked at each other. Ron put a hand lightly on Christopher's thigh. I watched as both of their cocks began to slowly grow, changing position and inching toward a solid state. Christopher touched Ron's arm lightly. Their eyes seemed locked on each other. Geez --- they'd both blown a big wad and I thought it was over. Now I realized that there was going to be a second act. I had to shut off the TV long enough to run down the hall and take a leak. (The recorder kept running so I could review anything I might miss.) I was as quiet and as quick as I could be, dousing myself with a little water and quickly wiping with a towel to get some of the leftovers of my pleasuring off my body. When I turned on the TV again, Ron had his hand tenderly placed on Christopher's shoulder. Christopher was idly slipping his hand over Ron's muscular arm. Nothing was being said. After a moment, Christopher raised up and initiated an embrace. Wow! The guy who had been so slow and tentative --- my macho brother who called half the guys in the world a "faggot" --- old Christopher now had a stone-like hard on and was in a very sexy clinch with the macho, big cocked carpenter dude from across the street. They hugged harder, hands now moving over backs, heads on each others shoulders, faces pressed cheek to cheek. Christopher rolled on top. Their bodies were now cock-to-cock and the hug was progressing to something very sexual. Ron lifted up Christopher's head and they faced each other, inches apart. Then --- they kissed on the lips, tentatively at first, and then becoming more and more passionate. I saw Christopher's naked buns flex. That turned into some mutual humping as their bodies ground together along with their lips. No words now. I heard only heavy breathing through my TV speakers. God, I thought --- this time it's getting damn serious. I'd thought of actually kissing William a little when I was dreaming about cuddling with him, but I'd never considered the French-type, tongue and lip sucking stuff I was now watching. Passions were rapidly building. Christopher began licking Ron's face and neck. Ron's hands were slipping up and down Christopher's back and often squeezing his ass cheeks. Their bodies were flexing as they dry humped each other harder. Christopher began kissing Ron's shoulders. Only a few seconds later he moved lower and, when his head turned from side to side, I could see his long tongue flicking Ron's hard nipples. Ron just laid there, taking it, moving his body with the humping motions of my brother and absently running his hands over Christopher's back and flexing buns. Sometimes he'd lift his head to watch Christopher, but then he'd lay it back down and look at the ceiling --- very near the vent. Christopher was getting more excited and liberated. His body slipped lower on Ron's beautiful frame, his cock now down between Ron's legs. He moved from licking and sucking Ron's nipples to licking each ridge of the washboard stomach. Chris often rolled his head from side to side, brushing his cheek against Ron's hot flesh and sticking his tongue out as far as he could. I wasn't so stupid that I didn't know what I was about to witness. My hands were again sliding and tugging at my swollen meat. My brain was about two minutes ahead of my brother's actions. I never dreamed when I set up the camera that I'd see something this wild. I was so close to another eruption that I willed myself to stop jacking off. The idea that my own very masculine older brother was actually about to suck another guy's cock was beyond my wildest dreams. It did take about two minutes, and then Christopher's mouth finally found Ron's long, thick and very turgid sausage. He lifted it with one hand, held the throbbing member at its base, and stuck his tongue way out again. Slowly he circled round and round the huge, bloated corona, touching it with just the tip of his tongue. Then he licked up and down the thick cockstem, even going below to lick Ron's bulky ball sack. When he moved back up the cockstem it was now his whole mouth doing the work and not just his tongue. Christopher nipped and sucked the ridges of Ron's pulsing pole, slowly moving back up to the huge scarlet knob. Christopher had definitely taken charge. He was in an uncomfortable position so he moved down so that his ass was over the edge of the bed. He was between Ron's legs and pulled Ron's body down to where he needed it. One of Ron's legs was cocked to the side and Ron laid it over Christopher's back. One of Christopher's hands was working over Ron's balls and the other was lightly slipping over his washboard stomach and sometimes moving to hold the stem of Ron's weapon. And --- Christopher's mouth had now slipped over Ron's massive cockhead. His head was beginning to bob up and down on Ron's thick organ as his lips slipped down the staff. I was very surprised that my brother could actually get his mouth over the big thing so quickly. There were no sounds of gagging to be heard --- only the heaving breathing and slurping noises as Christopher sucked Ron's huge lance. Ron was up on his elbows watching Christopher work. Once in a while a few hoarse words could be heard. They all came from Ron, since ours was a very proper family and we were taught not to talk with our mouth full. "Oooh, baby --- it feels fuckin' awesome." "Holy shit, man --- oooh, god ---!" Christopher's head was really moving. I guessed that the hand that had been working on Ron's balls had slipped into his asscrack. My first clue was Ron's words, "Fuck, man --- use those fuckin' fingers --- go deeper." Ron was also beginning to squirm a bit, as if the sensations were beginning to get to him. I briefly wondered how I could use my newfound knowledge. My brother was obviously an experienced and very accomplished cocksucker, and our handsome, virile, muscular neighbor looked like he wanted to have his ass fucked. That was something I'd heard about but had never even dreamed of experiencing --- either as giver or receiver. Oh, shit! The tape ran out. I quickly popped the used one from the recorder and put the fresh tape in. I'm sure I didn't miss more than twenty seconds of action. Good thing, too --- because it was building quickly. "Fuck, man --- I'm gonna cum," Ron whispered loudly. He'd laid back so that his hands could go to Christopher's head, shoulders, and back. Christopher was working feverishly, his body also thrashing around in the euphoria of the experience. Ron began to buck. "Chris, baby --- I'm cumming. Oh god!" Christopher worked even harder and faster. Ron's body seemed out of control. I saw the beautiful stomach muscles contracting violently. And then, even though Christopher's mouth still covered Ron's organ, I knew that the giant cock had begun a tumultuous discharge. The two bodies bounced together in the wonderful rhythm of sexual ecstasy, with Ron "oooh'ing" and "aw-ing,” and Christopher making loud slurping and sucking sounds. They both slowly stopped their violent movements. Christopher's head stopped bucking up and down. He licked Ron's cock and sucked it dry as he began lifting his head up. Christopher gave the super sensitized ruby red cockhead a few last light laps before it slipped from his lips. He was so spent that he laid his head on the rose tattoo for a moment to catch his breath. Ron reached down and pulled Christopher up beside him. They just hugged for a long time, during which I allowed my hands to return to their loving work on my own cock. I laid back, started jacking furiously with both hands and was close to another massive orgasm when I began to hear words from the TV speaker. I stopped. Ron had kissed Christopher on the lips. There faces were close so their whispers were soft and low. I may have missed some words. Ron grinned at my brother, running his hands tenderly over Christopher's shoulder. "You've been holdin' out on me, Chris. This ain't your first time." Christopher grinned, still a little shy, I thought. "Not yours either, baby." They kissed again --- light and easy. They didn't break for about a minute and I knew that tongues were searching each others mouths. I was about to return to my own private joy when I heard them talking some more. "I was on leave," Chris was saying, his voice very low. "My buddy an' I got drunk. We rented a motel room with just one bed. That was the first time. We did it more on weekends when we were sober. It was better than when I was dating girls back home. I never knew such feelings. Women have been such a god-dammed struggle to me --- I guess I'm gay." Ron ran his hands over Christopher's back. "Fuck labels," Ron said. "I know touchin' you is better than any old lady I've ever been with. What you just did was the best, most sensational fuckin' blow job I could ever even imagine. And --- hell, Chris --- we understand each other more than a chick would understand us." Their faces were almost touching. I had to strain to hear their words. Ron continued, "Like --- right now I'm wonderin' if you got off this time, too. A chick wouldn't fuckin' care, you know?" Christopher nodded. After a moment Ron asked, "Well --- you get your rocks off or not?" Christopher shook his head. "Almost." Ron grinned at Christopher, leaned forward and nibbled his nose for a second. "Wanna take a ride, big boy?" Christopher acted like he didn't understand. Ron asked again, "Want to park that sausage in my hot tunnel of love." He paused. "Or --- in plain English, Chris --- wanna fuck me?" Damn! There was actually going to be an act three! Ron pressed Christopher back on to his back and then knelt over him, straddling his waist. Ron scrunched down so that his turgid cock laid up against Christopher's magic wand. Ron used both hands to put their hard cocks together and then started slipping his hands back and forth, jacking both cocks at the same time. "Chris --- reach for that lotion, okay?" Chris got the lotion from the bedside table and poured a heavy load in his hands. "Use some in my ass,” Ron said. Christopher spread some on his fingers and put his hand between their bodies as Ron raised up. Christopher had both hands between their legs. Ron was still massaging lotion into Christopher's randy cock. He looked down at my brother and grinned, "Oooh --- I think you found my prostate, buddy. That really feels good." After a few minutes Ron raised up, took Christopher's greasy cock in his hand, held it up, positioned it against his sphincter --- and sat back down. One "oooph" was all it took, and now my brother's long, firm organ was fully buried in the neighborhood stud carpenter. My brother's mouth wasn't full this time, so he let out all kinds of moans and groans, every once in a while exclaiming, "Oooh --- it's so fuckin' good." Ron kept saying, "Ram it deep, bro. Aaaw --- give it to me." Ron rode Christopher from above. My brother's hands were jacking on Ron's randy cock and I could see Ron's balls touch Christopher's stomach every time he squatted down fully on Christopher's big spike. They fell to their sides and fucked that way for a few minutes. I liked the position because I could see everything very clearly. I especially had a great view of Christopher's steel piston sliding in and almost all the way out of Ron's asshole. I had fooled around way too much. Without much thinking about it I'd been jacking my schlong as I watched the downstairs escapades. My body went tense. My whole torso trembled for a few seconds and I just held on to my cock without stroking it. The third wad of the night spewed from my pulsing spear and filled my sheets again. I almost felt faint for a minute, and then had to be distracted long enough to clean up the mess I'd made. When I went back to watching them fuck, Ron was on his back with his legs up and Christopher was mightily pounding his prong into Ron's ass. Ron was contorting his body in tempo with my brother’s thrusts and had his hands on Christopher's asscheeks. He was controlling the action and had Christopher swiveling his hips and grinding the hard cock as deeply as possible into Ron's asshole. I wondered how it felt for both of them. I was surprised at how much Ron seemed to dig having his ass plowed so hard, and Christopher looked like he was totally out of it in absolute bliss as he slammed himself against Ron's hard body. "Give it to me, baby. Fuck me harder!" All Christopher did in return was to let out some grunts. I could see sweat breaking out on his forehead. Then, Ron let out a loud groan and his body spasmed violently for a few seconds. Christopher's movements became more vicious as he slammed into Ron. I didn't realize what had happened because of the shadows, but then I saw that Ron's stomach and chest were again covered with a healthy coat of cum. Less than two minutes later Christopher convulsed in a moment of frenzied passion and I knew that he, too, had blown his seed --- filling Ron's loins with his hot cream. I figured the show was over, but I kept the TV set on. They laid on their sides together and hugged and kissed some more. As near as I could tell they were still connected. I was totally wiped out and could think of only sleep. They must have felt the same way because Christopher finally pulled his softened cock out of Ron's ass. He got up, left the picture, and then came back with a towel and a washcloth. Both of them lovingly wiped each other off and then Christopher got up and began turning off the lights. I took out the tape. I'd found a special place to keep my special magazines in a crawl space above my closet so I hid the two tapes in there, too. I knew the quality of the sound and picture was great and was looking forward to reliving this unbelievably awesome night. I was about to shut everything off since the picture was almost totally dark. (There was a night light in the guest bathroom that threw a shadow across the room, but you really couldn't see anything.) Then I heard voices. Ron and Christopher sounded like they were still hugging and kissing a bit in the dark. Ron's voice was distinctive --- big sounding and very masculine --- even when he was whispering. He said, "I hope you don't go through any shit in the morning, Chris. I mean, stuff like, 'oh god, are we queer? I shouldn't a done it'." Christopher said, "No way, bro. I figured it out pretty good in the service. As far as I'm concerned, this is terrific. Maybe the best night of my life." I heard them kissing some more. Then, Ron teased, "Sure you're not gonna give me up for a good fuck with Angela? You can have us both, you know." Christopher's whisper was fairly loud. "No way, not Angela?" Ron said, "How 'bout her brother?" The sound of scuffling, like somebody had poked somebody, and a low laugh from Christopher. "Cummon. Naw --- he's cute, but I'll leave him to you." They were quiet for a moment. Then Ron's voice, very low: "He's a nice kid. I think he likes guys. I always see him watchin' me like a hawk. He's always watchin' Doug, too. You think him and your brother are screwin' around?" Well, that got my attention. I got up quickly and turned up the volume on the TV a little. "Naw --- maybe. I don't think so. I think Douglas just jacks off and dreams," Christopher whispered. There was a pause. Then Ron said, "Doug's just over eighteen ain't he?" Christopher said yes. "He's developing a fuckin' great look for his age," Ron whispered, “He's gonna be a killer if he keeps workin' out and swimmin' all the time." More scuffling and giggling, a few smacking sounds of kissing, and a voice said, "Whoops." Then Christopher, quite loudly teased, "So you've raped the older brother --- now you want to go up and get the young one, too?" "Ummm, let me think about that," Ron said. The he added, "I'm fuckin' bushed tonight, Chris. I think I'll put it off until morning." |
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