A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Chapter 11 – March

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes
By
Alex Hawk
Chapter 11 – March

March was always my favorite month of the year. Why? Because March 3rd was my birthday! Yes, as of this month, three weeks ago, actually, I was thirteen! I was officially a teenager!
Also, I was a very horny teenager.
I’d hardly been laid at all since my return from the ski slopes. I was down to getting some penis about four or five times a week instead of a couple times a day. There were lots of reasons for this (my brother was busy with after-school stuff, Lucien was dating someone, Scott was… well, Scott, etc), but it all boiled down to me needing to get some more often.
One Saturday morning I was hanging around the house alone (Jacob was off at a friend’s house, and my parents were out shopping). I heard the sound of a big truck moving by and then stopping a couple houses down. Curious, I got up and went outside where I saw a U-Haul pulling into the driveway of an empty house two doors down from us.
My curiosity satisfied, I was about to turn and go inside when I saw someone get out of the passenger side of the truck. My eyebrows shot up. He was a boy, probably not too much older than me. He had short, brown hair, a fine looking body and a cute face. Suddenly I had a feeling I’d be able to get laid a lot more. True, after playing with Zach I’d thought I’d look for love first and a fuck second, but, well, I was REALLY horny!

I went back to my bedroom, fingered myself silly and tried to figure out how to meet this amazing-looking boy. Eventually I hit on a plan. I’d just go over there, introduce myself, offer to help unpack, find a way to get the boy to himself, then mount up and go for a ride. Perfect!
The next morning I woke up at about 10:00am. My parents were working on the garden in our backyard and Jacob was still gone at his friend’s house (that would be his friend, Sean, who was terribly cute, had just turned twelve, and needed to stop being a virgin soon). I had some breakfast, got cleaned up and put on some nice clothes. Then I snagged my bike and went outside.
My plan was quickly derailed. First, the U-Haul was already gone. Second, I didn’t see any cars or anything like that in front of the house. On the other hand, I did see the hot boy sitting on the patio talking on his cell phone. Grinning, I rode up towards him, getting there as he hung up.
“Hi,” I said once within range.
“Hey.”
“I’m Madison. I saw you guys moving in yesterday.”
“Cool. I’m Brandon.”
I parked my bike and walked up to shake his hand. He had nice hands.
“Well, welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thanks.”
“You need any help unpacking or anything…?”
He shook his lovely face. “No, we got most of the important stuff packed last night. My parents are just returning the truck and getting a few more boxes from our storage unit.”
“Oh, ok.”
“You wanna see our place?”
“Sure.”
I followed Brandon inside, my eyes fixed onto his firm, gorgeous ass. I pictured my hands holding onto it as he fucked me, sending a nice little thrill through my newly teenage body.
“So you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked as we toured through his family’s new house. The furniture was all in place as were some of the books and things. Not a lot of nick-nacks positioned yet, though.
“No, I’m an only child. You?”
“One brother.”
“That’s cool.”
We wound up the tour in his bedroom, which was fine with me. I looked around, seeing not one, but two shelves filled with trophies, ribbons and the like.
“Nice,” I said, looking at them. “What are these all for?”
“Little League and swimming. Mostly Little League.”
“Oh, really? That’s cool.” Baseball and swimming. That went a long way to explaining Brandon’s incredible body.
“Yeah. You play any sports?”
I shook my head and sat down on his bed. “I tried to a couple times, but sports pretty much bores me.”
“Oh, ok. I can understand that.”
“How old are you?”
“Fourteen. You?”
“Thirteen.”
“That’s cool.” Brandon sat down next to me on the bed. “You got a boyfriend?”
“Nope. You got a girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Poor us,” I said with a little smile.
“Yeah,” he said back, a little gleam in his eye. “Just two single people stuck here together.”
“You know what?”
“What?” he asked, moving a little closer.
“I really want you to fuck me,” I said.
Grinning, Brandon said, “You welcome all the guys to your block that way?”
“Only the really hot ones.” I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back with some real skill.
After breaking the kiss, Brandon said, “You looking for a relationship, or just a quick lay?”
“Friends with benefits?” I suggested.
“Cool.” We kissed some more.
“So how many girls you fucked?” I asked, pretty sure he wasn’t a virgin.
“Three. How many boys?”
“More than three,” I said with a little grin.
“Cool,” he said, laughing. “I don’t like doing it with virgins.”
We kissed some more and I started unbuttoning his shirt, then pulled it off, revealing a smooth, tanned, hairless chest with a bit more definition than I was used to.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” I whispered, leaning down to suck one of Brandon’s nipples.
He responded by pulling off my shirt and grinning when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You’re not bad yourself.”
We kissed again, his bare chest pressing against my bare breasts, and then he pushed me slowly onto my back. Once I was there he kept kissing me and slid a hand up inside my skirt, grinning once more when he found out I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“You came prepared, didn’t you?” he asked, sliding a finger slowly inside my vagina.
“Ah… oh, yes. I knew what I wanted.”
“Mmmm… you’re nice and tight. How many dicks have you had in here?”
“More than five,” I said.
He laughed and pulled off my skirt. “Cool. Damn, nice body.”
“Thank you.”
I then gasped a little as Brandon dipped his head and started licking my clit as he kept fingering me. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. It was a nice thing not to have to teach a guy how to go down on me.
Brandon’s other hand had apparently been busy unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I found this out when he got up on his knees and they were already open. He kicked them aside and then made a great presentation of lowering his boxers, revealing a very hard, shaved, cut, penis that looked probably about five-and-a-half inches or so.
“You one of those girls who likes giving head?”
“Fuck, yeah. Bring that thing up here.”
Brandon giggled and moved up towards my face. I lifted my head up and wrapped my mouth eagerly around his penis, savoring the sensation of having it inside my mouth. My hands travelled back onto that ass I’d been drooling over earlier and rested there, enjoying the feeling of the muscles moving.
“Mmmm… fuck,” he mumbled, moving his hips slowly. “Damn, you give good head.”
I licked my tongue down the shaft of Brandon’s penis and then pulled my mouth off. Looking up at him I said, “You should see how that feels inside other parts of me.”
“Your ear?” he suggested.
“I don’t do aural sex.”
Brandon laughed and said, “Let me just get on a condom.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small packet.
I put a hand on his arm. “You don’t need one. I’m on the Pill.”
He shook his head. “I always use condoms anyhow. I’ve never fucked a girl without one.” He looked at me. “If you want, we can do other stuff, but I gotta wear a condom when I fuck you.”
I shrugged, and said, “Alright.” Secretly I was kind of curious to see what it would be like to get fucked by a boy wearing a condom. Lucien had put one on our first time, but had taken it off once he figured out he couldn’t get me pregnant.
Brandon unrolled the condom onto his penis. It was blue and, I must admit, looked kind of hot since it was the only thing he was wearing. He gave himself a couple strokes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. You want to be on top?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind.”
I laid back and spread my legs high and wide. “Does that answer your question?”
Laughing again, he said, “I like you, Madison. You’re cool.”
“You are, too. Now please fuck me.”
Laughing once more, Brandon said, “Well, if you insist.”
“Oh, I do.”
Brandon got on top of me and started kissing me. He reached down between our bodies and lined himself up, then very slowly started to slide his condom-covered, fourteen-year-old penis into my thirteen-year-old vagina. Once he was all the way in, he lifted his face off mine.
“Fuck, it’s nice inside here. How many dicks you had in here before mine?”
I giggled. “More than seven.”
“Damn.” He sucked one of my nipples for a moment and then kissed me some more before he started very slowly fucking me.
Brandon had an interesting style of fucking, I noticed quickly. Basically he wrapped his body around mine, pushed his penis as deep inside me as it could go and then barely moved at all after that. All he really did was shift his weight around rather than thrusting. I wouldn’t have thought it would so anything for me, but it really did, especially since so much of him was against me.
I held Brandon’s naked body tightly as we kept fucking. He buried his head in my shoulder and my eyes fell on the small diamond earring he was wearing. I was jealous for a moment, cause it was nicer than any I had. On the other hand, I was getting fucked by him, and I strongly doubted that was something he could do to himself.
After about five minutes of screwing me in this odd, but amazing, body-wrap method, Brandon disengaged himself and stretched his body over me. He held himself up like he was doing push-ups and started fucking me with deep, long strokes. I moaned and grabbed at his ass, rolling my eyes back into my head as the pleasure swept through me.
I then moved my eyes onto Brandon’s beautiful nude body and watched him fuck me. God, it was spectacular, and provided the last bit of incentive I needed to cum. I sat up a bit and held him tight as, with me moaning loudly in pleasure, my orgasm hit, sending waves of pleasure through my convulsing vagina and out through my head. It wasn’t the best cum I’d ever had, but it was in the top ten.
When I was done cumming, I fell back onto Brandon’s bed, breathing hard. He looked down at me.
“You came, right?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Good.” With that he started fucking me good and hard and, after about thirty seconds, gave a moan of his own, then pushed deep inside me as his penis began to spurt, filling the condom with his teenage sperm. It was the first time I’d been denied a boy’s cum. It left me feeling vaguely incomplete, though not dissatisfied by any means.
Once he was done cumming, Brandon got off me. He unrolled the condom from his penis and tossed it onto the floor.
“That,” he said with a kiss to my cheek. “was fucking hot. You’re a great lay.”
“Better than the other three girls?” I asked with a coy smile.
“Oh, yes. Two of them were virgins and the other one just wanted me for my cherry.”
“So did I, really.”
“Yeah, but you were really into it. I could tell.”
“Cool.”
“Was I better than the… how many was it?”
I laughed. “Nine, if you have to know. You’re number ten.”
“Wow, really? And you’re only thirteen?”
“I’ve had a busy year.”
“I guess!”
Brandon’s penis was still hard. I took it in my hand and stroked it slowly. “When was your first time?”
“Back last year right after the Little League playoffs. I pitched a no-hitter and my best friend’s sister though that was hot, I guess. She was sixteen and really hot and wanted to get my virginity.”
“So kind-hearted guy that you are, you let her have it?”
“Yep.”
“So nice of you.”
“I thought so,” he said with a little wink.
I straddled his waist, keeping his penis in front of me. I kept stroking it slowly. “Lucky girl,” I said.
“Yeah. What was your first time?”
I told him an edited version of my first time, leaving out any mention of Jacob and the interruptions from Kyle was Lucien and I screwed. I didn’t think I was ready to wow him with stories of incest just yet.
By the time I’d finished my story, he was leaking quite a lot of pre-cum and was reaching up to play with my breasts. I leaned down and kissed him.
“So you really never had this thing inside a girl without a condom?” I asked, continuing to play with his penis.
“Not once.”
“Never curious?”
Brandon shrugged. “A little. But it’s not worth a baby.”
I rubbed the tip of his bare penis gently, teasingly, against the entrance to my vagina. “You know I’m on the Pill, right?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he mumbled, looking down to our genitals.
“So, you want to find out?” I asked, lowering myself just enough to let the tip of his penis slide into me.
“Ah…” he gasped. “Uh… we really shouldn’t. I don’t want to take a risk…”
“There’s no real risk. If you want to, you can always pull out before you cum.”
“Yeah… I guess I could…”
I lowered myself down a little more, so that half of Brandon’s penis was inside my vagina. “You’re running out of time to say no,” I pointed out.
“Oh… yeah, I know…”
I lifted my body up a bit so that he slid most of the way out, and then lowered back down so that his entire bare teenage penis was inside my vagina. I hadn’t taken his virginity, but at least I’d be the first girl he fucked without a condom.
“Too late to say no now,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah… god, yeah…”
“You like it?”
He nodded. “Jesus, that’s so much better than with a condom…”
I leaned down to kiss him. “Glad you like it,” I said, and then sat back up and started riding him good. As I did, I watched him moving under me. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, his mouth open.
“Madison…?” he said after about three minutes. “Uh… oh, god… I’m gonna cum soon…”
“Cool!” I started riding him faster in case he got any notions about pulling out of me. I didn’t know if he did or didn’t, but I certainly did know when he came, since he moaned, pushed so hard into me he lifted me off the bed and, of course, I felt his sperm shooting into my vagina where it belonged, not into some stupid latex sleeve.
“And how was that?” I asked, keeping him inside me.
“That… wow, that was… really good.” He looked up at me. “You’re a really fucking great lay, have I mentioned that?”
“You have.”
“Good.”
I kissed him. He kissed back and within a few minutes I was on my back, him fucking me like he had before, but without the condom. His penis hadn’t left my vagina since he came and if I had my way, it wouldn’t be leaving again any time soon.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Ok, it wasn’t much of a story as far as length, but I hope you all liked it.

Sibling Sex

It got my attention as I was riding my bike. Laying there in Mr Henderson’s recycling bin. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and when I saw all was clear, I picked it up and very quickly starting biking back home, my thirteen-year-old penis hardening up in my pants at the thought of what I had in my hand.
When I got home I parked my bike and snuck quietly into the house. I crept slowly past the living room, trying to be as quiet as I could.
“Hey, Jeremy!” came the voice of my twelve-year-old sister, Sandra. “What do you have in your hand?”
I cringed a little at the entrance to the living room. “Nothing,” I muttered, trying to hide the magazine behind my back.
“You got something. Looks like a magazine. What is it? I wanna see!” Sandra came out of the living room and walked towards me.
“No, it’s private,” I said, trying to push by her.
“No way, Jeremy. If you wanna get past me, you gotta let me see what it is.”
Sighing, I rolled my eyes. There was no arguing with Sandra when she was like this. Silently I held up the magazine.
“Family Sex’? Is this some porn magazine?” she said, looking over it.
Given that the cover featured a naked boy and girl kissing each other, I could hardly argue with her. “Yes, I think it is. I found it in Mr Henderson’s recycling bin.”
“Oh… I’ve never seen one of these before, but I’ve heard about them.”
“Yeah, well… I thought it might be nice to look at,” I said weakly.
“Can we both look at it?”
I thought about it and shrugged. I really wanted to be alone so that I could masturbate to the magazine, but I guessed looking at it with Sandra at first wouldn’t be such a big deal. I was sure she’d get tired of it and I could take it upstairs and be by myself.
We walked into the living room together and sat on the couch. We each held one side of the magazine and started turning the pages. There were a whole series of pictures, all of them showing kids about our ages, give or take a few years. These kids were doing everything, too. They were kissing, they were touching, they were even fucking! It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.

“Wow… this is kinda neat,” Sandra said. “I wonder who these kids are?”
“I don’t know,” I said, turning a couple pages. Lucky kids though, I thought.
“Looks like they’re having a lot of fun,” Sandra said, looking at a picture of two kids kissing in only their underwear. The caption said they were Al (13) and Sue (12), brother and sister. As the series went on, the girl started sucking on the boy’s penis, he ended up licking her vagina and eventually wound up fucking her. When he was done the camera pulled back to show some of the boy’s sperm leaking out of his sister’s vagina.
“Yeah, it does,” I said, accutely aware of how much fun I could be having if I were looking at this on my own.
Our eyes lingered over the pictures for a very long time. These kids were apparently the main feature of the magazine. We skipped to a few other parts, but came back to them.
“I wonder if they’re really brother and sister?” I asked out loud, aware of a tension in the air between us.
“Of course they are. I mean, look, they even look alike. And besides, the magazine wouldn’t say they were if they weren’t.”
“True,” I conceeded. I pointed to their ages. “They’re the same age we are.”
“Yeah.” Sandra looked at the pictures in silence for a bit and then said, “Looks like they’re really having a good time, too.”
“Yeah.”
A thought started to cross my mind. Just as I opened my mouth to say something tentative, Sandra said, “Jeremy?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to… you know… try some of this stuff? I mean, maybe not everything, but maybe just a little? It does look like it’s a lot of fun.”
I was surprised that my sister had apparently been reading my mind. I looked at her shy, smiling face, her red hair in cute pigtails. “You want to try some of it?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want to.”
I grinned a little. “Well, sure, I guess. If you want to.”
My sister looked at me and we both giggled a little. She said, “Ok, let’s do some of it!”
“Ok.”
We turned to the start of the pictures where the kids were in their underwear kissing each other.
I pointed to that. “I guess that’s where we start?”
“Alright.”
Slowly, shyly, my sister and I stripped down to our underwear. She left her bra on at first, but then noticing the girl in the picture didn’t have one, she took it off, displaying a set of very nice, if a little small, breasts. The first real ones I’d ever seen.
“So… now what?” she asked.
I pointed to the pictures. “I guess we get really close and start kissing.”
“Ok.”
Very awkwardly my sister and I moved together, wrapping our arms around each other’s mostly naked bodies. I felt her bare breasts pressing against my chest. We looked into each other’s eyes once again and then pressed our lips together in our first incestual kiss.
I’d kissed a couple girls before, so this wasn’t anything really new to me. But needless to say, I’d never kissed a girl in this way before. Basically naked and with tongues and the girl in question being my little sister. It was pretty sweet, though.
The pictures showed the kids putting their hands on each other’s butt, so my sister and I did that as we kissed, and that really added something to it. The sensation of my hand on her, hers on me, our mouths locked together, our bare chests pressing into one another. Sweet!
After a few minutes of kissing, my sister pulled back, both of us giggling as we stopped with the kiss. She looked down at the magazine and said, “Looks like that’s what we have to do next.”
“Ok, turn around.”
Sandra turned around and I stood behind her, taking each of her breasts in my hands. The flesh was warm and soft but with just a little firmness to it. I couldn’t really think of anything to compare it to, but I really liked it!
“That feels really nice, Jeremy,” my sister said, reaching back to caress my legs as I stood behind her.
“I like it, too,” I replied.
A couple minutes after we started standing this way, my sister reached down and turned the page. She looked at it and then looked at me.
“Ok, I guess we try this next.”
“Alright!” I said with real enthusiasm.
My sister turned and sat down on the coffee table. I hooked my fingers into my underwear and, lust overriding my nervousness, pulled them down, my virgin penis springing up into view.
“Wow,” my sister said, looking at it.
“Yeah,” was all I could think of to say in return.
Sandra reached out and put her hand around my penis, squeezing it a little. “Feels weird,” she replied.
I shrugged. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
My sister looked at the pics and said, “Ok, here goes nothing.” She then leaned forward and kissed the tip of my penis. It was all I could do not to faint with delight. Then she opened her mouth and took the tip into it, and I thought I’d die with pleasure. Finally she slid her mouth down around the shaft and I knew what heaven was like as I got my first blowjob from my sister.
The pictures didn’t show the girl really moving her head back and forth on her brother’s penis. They were just still photos after all. But just the feeling of my own sister holding her mouth steady on my erection was more than enough for me.
Then my sister turned a couple more pages and pulled her mouth away.
“My turn now.”
“Alright.”
Sandra stood up and I knelt naked before her. I took my hands and slowly pulled her panties down, exposing myself to my first vagina. It wasn’t much to look at in some ways. Just a small slit with a little bit of hair at the top of it. It still looked really cool, though.
Once my sister was out of her panties, she moved over and sat down on the couch, lifting her legs high and spreading them wide, just like the girl in the picture. Emmulating the girl’s brother, I got between my sister’s legs, looking at her vagina splayed out in front of me.
“Ok, here goes,” I muttered. I stuck out my tongue and moved it forward until it contacted a small bump. Remembering the picture, I moved my tongue over and around the bump, hearing my sister moan a little as I did so. I must’ve been doing something right.
The next couple pics showed the boy with his finger inside his sister’s vagina. I stuck out my finger and probed around, trying to find a place it would sink in. It took a couple tries, but then, suddenly, I felt my finger almost sucked into someplace wonderful.
“Ooooh… Jeremy, that feels great…” Sandra whispered.
“Good.” I moved my finger back and forth, continuing to lick my sister’s vaginal area as I did so. I wanted this to feel as good for her as it was for me!
“What’s the next pic show?” my sister asked after a few minutes.
I pulled away from her and turned the pages. The next pics showed the boy standing/crouching between his sister’s legs and working his penis up into her vagina. My heart fluttered in my chest as I picked up the magazine and showed it to Sandra.
“Oh,” she said after a moment.
“Yeah.”
“Well…” she said slowly. “Do you wanna try that, Jeremy?”
“Sure!” I nearly shouted. Recovering somewhat, I said, “I mean, yeah, if you want to.”
“I think I do… but if it starts to hurt you have to stop, ok?”
“Ok!” I said, the promise easily made. Like any virgin boy, I’d say just about anything to get my first fuck.
I got into position just like the boy in the magazine. Taking my penis in my hand I pressed it against my sister’s vagina, expecting to just slide into her. Nothing happend. I tried again and again nothing happened.
Then I got an idea. I licked my hand and rubbed the saliva all over my erection. Lining up, I pressed again and felt myself go in a little. Encouraged, I pushed harder and slid in some more. Now I felt very confident and slowly started pushing and proding, gradually working every bit of my extremely hard thirteen-year-old virign penis into my little sister’s very tight twelve-year-old virgin vagina, stopping only when my pubic hair met hers.
My sister’s vagina twitched slightly around my penis as I got my breath and looked into her eyes. I couldn’t quite read what I saw there, so I didn’t move or anything. Just held myself perfectly still, unable to believe that I had just lost my virginity to my sister.
“Are you ok, Sandra?” I whispered.
“Yeah… yeah… it feels ok…”
“Good.” I knew that I was supposed to move, so I started doing so, slowly sliding back and forth inside my sister’s vagina, little sparks of pleasure traveling from my penis up into my brain.
I have no idea how long we fucked that first time. I actually came inside my sister pretty quickly, but stayed inside her and began fucking her again moments later, looking into her eyes as we had sex. It was one of the best moments of my life.
For the next week my sister and I spent a great deal of time fucking. We managed to find time during our sexplay, however, to take a few moments to make a series of pictures of the two of us doing it with each other. We printed them off and left them in an envelope outside Mr Henderson’s door with a big note saying “THANK YOU!”
We were, after all, always raised to be polite.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. What is this thing you call cliche?

QT Cutie

“Have a good day, sir!”
“Fuck you, asshole,” the man snarled, as he tried, unsuccessfully, to slam the store’s door behind him.
I sighed, not surprised, but a little saddened, by the casual rudeness from the man. All I’d done was my job, which, as an employee of Quick Trip (QT), Convience Stores occasionally required me to refuse a sale to someone, as I’d had to with that man. Rather than handle it like an adult, he’d gotten rude and stomped out my store.
Prick.
I was working a late shift, which meant that I had to put up with a lot of crap from a lot of very stupid, very annoying customers. Occasionally I got to meet some very nice ones, though, and that made up for the bad ones. Well, mostly.
It had been a mostly slow night, and I was going to close at 2:30 so that I could take a break, spend some time cleaning and reopen at 4:30. Just at 2:28, though, I said a couple really BAD words as I saw a car pull up.
“Hello,” I said, and changed my mood instantly as I looked at the guy walking through the door. He was young, probably 18 or 19, and shirtless. He had a VERY nice body. Not too skinny, not to buff, just really sweet! Looking down to his pants, I could see nothing but clean white skin. I wondered if he shaved. An eyebrow piercing, the only kind that I liked, completed the picture of male beauty.
“Hey,” he said, walking up to the counter. “Pack of Marlboro Reds.”
“Ok, can I see your ID, please?”
“Sure.” He slapped down his liscence.
I picked it up and looked at it. It said that his name was Chad and he was 20, just three years younger than me. I ran it though my scanner and it cleared. I handed him the pack and said, “$4.75, please.”
“Cool.” He put down a five and started smacking the bottom of the pack. “Hey… you know where a guy can get his dick sucked around here?”
I was taken aback a little at the directness of the question. Taking a major, major chance, I said, “Well… if you want to stick around… I’ll suck you.”
Chad looked surprised. “You will? Thanks, but I’m not gay, dude.”
I shrugged. “It’s not about being gay. I give fantastic head. You want to get off, I’ll get you off.”
“Hmmm…” He continued to pack his ciggarettes then said, “Let me go smoke for a moment, and I’ll let you know.”
“Ok!” I was thrilled beyond belief that this might actually happen. I figured he’d probably say no, but you never knew.
After he was done smoking, and just as I had finished getting ready to lock up, Chad came back inside. I could see the answer on his face. I was disapointed, but, oh, well.
“Well, dude, I thought for a bit, and… you know what… ok. Sure. You wanna suck my dick, ok.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah, sure. Just don’t ever tell anyone I let you do it.”
“Ok!” I’d never been so happy to be wrong! “Here, let me lock up and we can go into the back.” I quickly locked the front door and escorted him into the office, the only part of the store not covered by cameras.
Once we were in the back, Chad started to unbutton his pants and said, “I like to be totally naked when I get sucked. You don’t care, do you?”
“Hell, no.”
“Cool.” He kicked his shoes aside and pulled down his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. As he stood up, his penis stood up with him. It looked to be about seven inches long and, as I guessed, he had no pubic hair.

“Damn, that’s a nice dick,” I breathed as he kicked his pants aside.
“Thanks. I’m ready when you are.”
“Ok, just let me know when you’re going to cum.” I dropped down onto my knees in front of this glorious looking guy and slipped my mouth eagerly around his penis. I moved one of my hands onto his erection, stroking it while I sucked him, and placed the other onto his firm, wonderful ass. God, this guy was hot as fuck!
“Aw, fuck, yeah, man,” he whispered, placing his hands on the back of my head. “Damn, you do suck good, dude.”
I would’ve said thank you, but I was brought up to believe it was rude to talk with your mouth full. His penis was just perfectly shaped for my mouth, and was a real pleasure to suck on. Plus his ass, under my hand, was firm and smooth and round and just wonderful.
“Oh… yeah… fuck, yeah, dude, suck it… suck my dick,” Chad moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe I got a guy sucking my dick… shit, this is so fuckin’ hot… oh, yeah… fuck, you’re good…”
Chad was really getting into this, I thought. That was good. I knew I’d make him feel good, but I certainly hadn’t expected this kind of response! I redoubled my efforts, determined to make him cum.
Moments later, Chad moaned, “Shit, dude, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in another guy’s mouth… oh, fuck, yeah… oh… oh… OOOOH, SHIT…” Seconds later, I felt his penis twich and kick as his salty sperm blasted into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, determined not to choke.
Once Chad was done cumming, I pulled my mouth off his penis, gave it a little kiss, and rather shakily stood up. I was about to say something when Chad beat me to the punch.
“Dude… that was fuckin’ sweet…” He grinned at me and then said, “Hey… when a chick blows me, and I cum in her mouth, I like to kiss her after. Can I do that with you?”
I didn’t even speak, I just came up to him, put my arms around his glorious nude body and pulled him close, pressing my mouth to his. He opened his mouth up and started probing his tongue against mine. Our kiss lasted for a good minute or so before he pulled away.
“Damn, dude, that was fuckin’ cool.” Chad smiled again. “What’s your name, dude?”
Silently, I pointed to my nametag.
“Alex? Cool. You give killer head, dude.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him.
“I gotta clean up. Where’s your bathroom?”
“Thattaway, through the door and turn left,” I said, pointing into the store.
“Cool. Be right back.” Still nude, he walked from the office. I watched on the nearby monitor as he boldy strode to the bathroom. God, I’d have to find a way to burn that onto disc before I left!
Just as I was thinking about trying to jerk off real quick, Chad came walking out of the bathroom and into the office. My eyes drank in the sight of his perfect body, his shaved penis swinging between his legs as he walked.
“THAT was the best head I’ve had.” He started put on his pants and shoes. “I’m gonna smoke then come back in, is that ok?”
“Sure.”
Chad went outside and I realized that I was a little behind on what I needed to do as far as actual work goes. With my hormones raging I ran around the store for about five minutes, just cleaning and tiddying. Eventually Chad knocked on the door and I let him back inside.
“Thanks,” he said, as I locked the door behind him. “You need any help or anything?”
“No, it’s cool.”
“Good. Can I grab a drink?”
“Sure.”
Chad walked over to the soda fountain and grabbed himself a drink while I started sweeping the floor. We talked for a little bit. I learned that he’d only moved out here to Phoenix a few days before after breaking up with his girlfriend in Nashville. He’d wanted to move out here for a long time and when he broke up with her it was a good chance. He hadn’t found a job or a place to live yet and was staying in a flophouse hotel.
After about 45 minutes of me doing my work, Chad popped out with, “I’m still horny. You wanna suck my dick again?”
“Cool.” Turning around he walked to the office as I set aside my work. I saw his pants go flying out the door and heard him sing out, “Ready when you are!”
Laughing, I walked into the office and saw him standing there, stroking his already hard penis. “God, that thing’s beautiful,” I said, as I walked up and took it in my hand.
“Thanks.” He watched me stroke him for a few seconds, then he said, “Hey, Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I fuck you, dude?”
I looked up at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure! Hang on a second.” I sprinted out into the store and snagged a tube of KY Jelly. I figured I’d worry about paying for it later. Once I got back into the office, I lost no time getting out of my clothes.
“Damn… I’ve never seen another guy with a hardon before,” Chad said, looking at my naked body.
“Well, there you have it,” I said with a little grin.
“Yeah.” Then to my surprise, Chad reached out and put his hand around my penis. He gave it a couple tugs. “Doesn’t feel much different from mine.”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t, would it?” I managed to say.
“Yeah.” At that, Chad dropped down onto his knees, opened his mouth and slipped it around my penis. I felt his tongue swirl around the shaft and the tip as he bobbed his face back and forth along it.
“Whoa…” I whispered. This was entirely unexpected.
Chad blew me for about a minute or so, then pulled off and sat back on his knees. “So that’s what that’s like.”
“Yeah…” I looked down at him as he kept stroking my penis. “You never done that before?”
“Nope.”
“You’re good.”
Chad laughed. “Thanks.” He stood up and started kissing me again, cupping my ass and grinding his penis against mine. When he stopped kissing, he said, “I’m still not gay. I just thought, you know, what the hell. As long as I’m doing this, I might as well try it all, you know?”
“Oh, yes.”
“So you ready for me to fuck you?” he said, grabbing hard at my ass.
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Cool.” He picked up the KY and opened it. “Do I need a condom or anything?”
“Hell, no.”
“Good.” Chad squirted some of hte KY onto his penis and started rubbing it all over. I took the tube from him and used it on myself. Once we were both ready, he said, “Ok, so do you just bend over, or what?”
“Well, here, let me lay down.”
I took a coat off the nearby rack and spread it out on the floor. Then I laid down on it and spread my legs high and wide. Chad got between my legs, his hairless, lubed up penis pointing at the ceiling. I took it in my hand and lined him up.
“Ok. That’s the place. Go slow, though, until I adjust.”
“Ok.”
Chad moved forward a little and I felt a pressure against my anus. Then I felt his penis start to slowly work up into my body. He had a good technique. He’d push himself in a little, then pull back, then go in deeper, then pull back, and so on. Soon he was buried completely inside my ass.
“Ah… fuck… yeah, that’s nice…” Chad said with a grin as he looked down at me.
“Glad you like it…”
“Like it? Fuck, dude, I love it. You make me feel real good.” He leaned down and kissed me again. “This is sweet.”
Then he started moving his hips, fucking me slowly. He was good at this, too. He didn’t just go back and forth, he swivled himself around in a circular movement as he fucked me. I’d had guys do that before, but not as good as he did.
“Chad?” I said, suddenly.
“Huh? Yeah?” He looked down at me. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no. I want you to move in with me.”
“Oh!” He blinked and shrugged. “Do we get to have sex?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Cool! Sounds good, then.”
I reached down between my legs and started to masturbate while Chad began fucking me faster. I could feel his penis hitting my prostate in that oh so wonderful way that made me believe that NOT cumming was going to be the hard part. I wanted to make sure that at least I didn’t cum before he did.
“Oh, damn, dude…” Chad breathed. “Damn… this is so fuckin’ sweet… I’m fuckin’ another guy… god, this is fuckin’ hot… my dick feels so good in your ass… I fuckin’ love this shit… god, it feels fuckin’ great…”
Of course, if he kept talking like that, my plans to delay my orgasm were going to go right down the toilet.
Then he started really pounding into me, and as he did, he said, “Oh… shit, this is the best fuck I’ve ever had… damn, this is fuckin’ hot… I got my dick up your ass… I’m fuckin’ you, dude… I’m fuckin’ a guy… oh, god… it’s gonna make me cum… oh… oh… here I go… I’m gonna cum in you… I’m gonna cum in your ass… oh… oh… OH, FUCK…”
Chad let out a wordless moan, closed his eyes tight and pushed deep into me, his penis pulsing inside me as his sperm blasted into my body. So intense was his orgasm I wasn’t even really aware of my own. I just felt a really good sensation spreading out all over my naked, writhing body as my sperm splashed out onto me.
Chad fell on top of me, both of us breathing hard. After a few moments he propped himself up on his elbows and started kissing me again, his tongue probing into my mouth as his penis stayed inside me.
“Goddamn, dude… you might’ve just made me gay… that was the best sex I’ve ever had, no fuckin’ lie.” He kissed me again and flex his hips a little, getting a slight moan from me. “I’ve fucked like twenty chicks and none were as good as you.”
“Thanks.”
We made out for a few more minutes and soon Chad was ready for another round. He fucked me bent over the boss’ desk, which was suitably naughty, then we both cleaned up and he went out to take a nap in his truck while I finished my shift (after cleaning his image off the cameras, of course).
After I got off work, Chad and I went back to my apartment where he started to settle in. We spent our days sleeping, our afternoons fucking and I spent my nights at work while he job hunted, soon landing a job as a server at Denny’s. We kept sleeping with other people throughout it. He fucked girls, I had sex with other guys. Chad, despite his comment about me turning him gay, only wanted sex with me and no other guys. That was fine with me, especially once he let me take a turn fucking him and he decided he liked that more than just about anything else in the world.
It might’ve been a strange relationship, but I wouldn’t have it any other way!

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. L’audace, l’audace, toujours l’audace!

Nicely Buzzed

“I’m bored,” I complained as I floped down onto the couch next to my eighteen-year-old brother, Andrew.
“Poor you,” he replied, switching channels on the TV. “Why aren’t you out with Dale?”
“We broke up last week,” I said.
“Oh, that’s to bad,” he said with mock sympathy.
I glared at him. “Look, I haven’t been laid in more than a week now.”
“Oh, that’s just the complaint I want to hear from my sister. Thank you, Rachel.” Andrew rolled his eyes.
“It’s fine for you,” I said with a little smirk. “You’re still a virgin. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Yeah, thanks for rubbing that in, by the way.”
I felt vaguely sorry for Andrew. I’d lost my virginity years ago when I was thirteen. Now at age ninteen I’d had more sex than he was ever likely to get in his life. It wasn’t that he was ugly or anything like that. He was actually pretty good looking, in some ways, despite the braces. He was just really awkward and kind of geeky.
“Why don’t you just go out to a bar or something? Meet a guy there and get laid?”
“Because I’m ninteen.”
“And home from college, and if you don’t have a fake ID, I’ll be shocked.”
I sighed. “Be shocked. My fake got… well, I trashed it in the wash by accident.”
Andrew laughed loud. “That’s just like you, Rachel.”
I punched him lightly in the arm. “Shut up. You’ve probably never even had any alcohol.”
“Well, no,” he admitted.
“You know, a drink DOES sound like a good idea.” I stood up and walked over to our parent’s liquor cabinet. It was locked, but I made quick work of that problem and pulled out some vodka and a shot glass. I poured the vodka into the glass and quickly downed it. It actually tasted pretty decent. Much better than the cheap crap we had at school.
“Want some?” I said, shaking the bottle at my brother.
“I don’t know,” Andrew said, looking at it. “I don’t think I should.”
“Don’t be such a pussy.” I filled up the glass and handed it to him. “Drink it down in one gulp.”
Andrew eyed it with suspicion. “I don’t know…”
“Come on.”
Sighing, Andrew said, “Well, I guess it’ll be ok.” He closed his eyes and shot the liquid into his mouth. After swallowing he blinked and said, “Well that wasn’t so… AH!”
“Yeah, takes a second to hit.” I took the glass from him, filled it and drank another shot. Then I filled it again and passed it back to him.
“No… no thanks. I don’t think I can take another…”
“Come on, Andrew. Grow some balls.” I drank the glass down and filled it again, handing it to him. “Just this one last one.”
“Well… ok.” He took it and drank it down, making a scowly little face as he did so, but then shrugging and saying, “Well, I guess it wasn’t as bad that time.”
“Yeah, you get used to it. One last one before I put it away?”
Andrew shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
I filled the glass and passed it to him once more, then took another drink myself, feeling a nice warm feeling go through me as I put the vodka away. Nothing like a nice buzz to make you happy.
“I feel a little weird,” Andrew said after a moment.
I nodded. “Yeah, you’re buzzed. It’s not drunk, it’s not sober, it’s in between.”
“It’s interesting.”
“Yeah.” I stretched out a little. “Well, I’m less bored now.”
“Still horny, though, I’m sure,” Andrew said, then blushed. “Sorry.”
I laughed. “You’re buzzed, bro. It’s ok to say stupid things. And yes, I’m still horny.”
“Ok, well, just checking.”
“Speaking of sex, how come you haven’t had it yet?”
Andrew shrugged yet again. “I don’t know. Just haven’t.”
“You haven’t had the chance, or just don’t want to?”
“Oh, I want to,” he said, hurriedly. “I just haven’t had the chance.”
“I don’t know why not,” I said, the liquor making my tongue a little loose. “I mean, you’re pretty good looking. You shouldn’t have any problem getting a girl to spread her legs for you.”
“You think I’m good looking?” he asked in surprise.
“Well, you’re not bad, anyhow. I don’t know how great you look, but you aren’t bad. Take your shirt off.”
“My shirt?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“The more skin, the easier it is to judge.”
“Oh. Ok.” My brother pulled his tshirt off his body.
I looked at him. He was pretty skinny with no real definition and no hair on his chest. This was actually my ideal body type, much as I hated to admit it.
“Well?”
“You want me to be really honest?”
“Yeah?”
I grinned. “You got a really nice chest, Andrew.”
“Oh. Yeah? Thanks!”
“Let me see the rest of you,” I said on a slightly buzzed whim. Four shots of vodka were having a small effect.
“What?” he asked, a little startled.
“Well, strip down to your boxers, at least.”
“Uh… well, ok.” My brother stood up and pulled off his jeans, leaving him in a pair, not of boxers, but tighty-whities. Complete with a nice bulge. His whole body had that nicely thin geek boy thing going on. He looked pretty hot, actually.
Standing up, I placed my hands on Andrew’s chest and ran them down his smooth skin to the waistband of his underwear, aware of him holding his breath as I did so. My vagina moistened as I ran my hands around to cup my brother’s cotton covered ass.
“You have a really, really nice body,” I said.
“Really?” he squeaked a little.
“Yeah.” It must’ve been the booze, I knew. I never would have been doing this otherwise.
“Thanks, I guess,” he said with a shy grin.
Instead of saying anything else, I let my hands drift off Andrew’s butt and around to the front of his underwear, where I cupped the bulge inside. As my brother gasped, I gave into temptation and pulled his undies down enough to let his erect penis pop into view.
I let my eyes roam all over my little brother’s naked, virgin penis. It was a nice one, I decided. Probably about seven and a half inches. Kind of on the thin side, but not badly so, and not too much in the way of hair. It was nearly perfect!
“Wow,” I breathed as I wrapped my hand around Andrew’s penis. “Damn… you got a really nice dick, bro.”
“…” was all that came from Andrew.
“You really haven’t ever fucked a girl with this thing?”
“… no.”
I was horny, I was a little drunk and I made up my mind. “Come with me,” I said, pulling my brother along by his penis.
“Ow! Hey, let go.”
I let go of his erection and said, “Come on.”
“But-”
“Shut up and follow me.”
“Ok.”
I led my nude brother to my bedroom. Once we were there, I got into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. Tossing it to him, I said, “Put this on.”
“What? A condom? Why?”
Rolling my eyes, I started to get undressed and said, “Because I need to get fucked.” Once I was naked, I stood before my incredibly surprised brother and said, “And you’re going to fuck me.”
“What?” He looked at my naked body, his penis twitching. “But you’re my sister!” he wailed.
“So? You’ll have a condom on. It won’t be you inside me, not directly. It’ll be a condom inside me with your penis inside it. It won’t count as anything special.”
“It won’t?”
“No.” I laid down on my bed. “So put it on, already.”
“Look, I don’t know,” he said. “This is incest, right?”
“Well, technically, yes. But you’ll have a condom on, so it won’t matter.” The concept made perfect sense to my vodka hazed mind.
“I don’t know,” he said again, but I couldn’t help but notice that his penis was still hard, his eyes were right on my vagina and he hadn’t left my bedroom.
Sighing, I took my brother’s unresisting hand and placed it between my legs. I extended one of his fingers and slipped it slowly into my wet vagina. I took my hand away, my brother not pulling his finger back.
“Don’t you want to see what it’ll feel like to be in there for real?” I asked softly.
“Well… yeah…”
“So get the condom on and let’s fuck.”
Andrew swallowed and pulled his finger out of me, saying, “Alright.” Carefully, with shaking hands, my brother tore open the wrapper and took out the condom. He placed it against the tip of his penis and slowly rolled the red latex sleeve down around his virgin erection.
As he got between my legs, Andrew said, “Are you really sure this is ok?”
“I wouldn’t be doing it if it weren’t,” I replied. I took his penis in my hand and lined it up with my vagina, feeling the tip entering me slightly. I placed the other hand on my brother’s bare ass. “Ok, slide it in when you’re ready.”

Andrew swallowed and closed his eyes as he gave a little push with his hips. I let out a little sigh of pleasure as my brother’s eightteen-year-old virgin penis slipped smoothly and easily into my wet ninteen-year-old vagina.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered as the last of his shaft sank into me. I now had both hands cupping my brother’s butt.
“Oh, wow… this feels… oh, so… wow…” Andrew gasped, as he reopened his eyes.
“Nice, huh?” I said with a smile.
“Yeah… I’ve never felt anything this good…”
“Move in and out a little, ok?”
“Ok…”
My brother began thrusting slowly and awkwardly, moving his penis around inside my vagina. I’d been with a couple other virgin boys before and my brother fucked just like they did. I knew eventually he’d get better, and each time we did it would be better and better and… god, did I plan to do this again? Well, maybe…
“Oh… oh… ah…” Andrew moaned as he fucked me. “Ah… Rachel…? I think… I’m gonan cum soon…”
“Do it,” I whispered.
Moaning and groaning louder, Andrew pushed hard against me, his nude body trembling and shaking on top of mine, as his penis convulsed inside me, filling the latex condom with his first ever ejaculation through intercourse.
Gasping and heaving, my brother collapsed on top of me. I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair and grinned at him.
“That was nice,” I said.
“Did I do… ok?”
“Oh, yes.” I hugged him tight. “You came a little fast, but it was your first time, so that’s ok.”
“Yeah.” A slow grin spread across my brother’s face and I felt his penis twitch inside me. “Wow… I’m not a virgin anymore, am I?”
“Nope.”
“Nice.” He let out a little sigh and moved his penis back and forth some. “That really feels soooo good…”
“I know.” I grinned up at him and then squeezed his butt. “Pull out for a moment.”
“Why?” he asked, crestfallen.
“So you can take off that condom and put on a new one.”
“Oh!” Andrew brightened up considerably at that point and slid back, his still stiff penis withdrawing from me. I was very pleased to see he was still hard, as I hadn’t even been close to cumming. As I reached over to get another condom out of the nightstand, he took off the one he was wearing and carefully tied a knot in it before tossing it into the trashcan.
“Nice shot,” I said with a smile as I passed him the new condom.
“Thanks.”
As my brother rolled the new condom onto his penis, I sat up and said, “I wanna be on top this time.”
“Ok.”
Andrew laid down on his back and I straddled his waist, taking his penis in my hand. I lined it up with my vagina and slowly slid down him until he was all the way inside me. Once I was comfortable, I started moving up and down on his erection, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked again, even if it was with my brother.
“Oooo… oh, yeah… that’s what I like…” I whispered as I placed my hands on Andrew’s chest and began ridding him in earnest.
“Oh, god, that’s nice,” my brother whispered back.
This time we fucked in near total silence, me ridding my brother’s naked body with all the skills I’d developed in six years of being sexually active. And I was VERY skilled. I knew how to get boys off quite nicely and knew how to make myself feel good, too, which I was certainly doing right now.
“Can I… get back on top… for a bit?” Andrew gasped.
“Huh? Oh, sure.”
I pulled off my brother’s penis and laid on the bed. He got back on top of me and, without any real problems, guided himself back inside me.
“Wow… I really love that feeling when it first goes in,” my brother said with a grin.
“Yeah…”
I placed my hands on Andrew’s butt once more as he started fucking me again. It was a little better this time, but not too much. I knew he wasn’t going to get me off fucking me like this, but that was ok. I just laid back and enjoyed the pleasure of having a boy’s penis inside me.
At one point as my brother fucked me, he happened to hit just the right rhythm in just the right pace to start really getting me off. Maybe I would end up cumming, I thought. All he had to do was just-
“Oh! OH!” Andrewed moaned suddenly as he shook on top of me.
I suppressed a sigh as my brother finished cumming. So close, I thought. I’d been soooo close to cumming! Oh, well. I was sure he’d probably be ready for another fuck soon and I’d be able to cum then.
“Oh…” Andrew said, after a moment. “That was even better than the first…”
“Glad you liked it,” I said with a slightly tired smile. The buzz was starting to wear off slowly, but I was still at the point where I didn’t care too much about what was going on.
The two of us laid there for a few minutes, joined at the groin. My mind was awhirl with all the things that had happened. I figured my brother’s brain was probably spinning as much as mine.
About five minutes after he came, Andrew said, “Can you hand me another condom?”
“You wanna go again?” I asked with a grin.
“Yeah,” he said, shyly. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Take off the old one.”
“Ok.”
As my brother pulled his penis out of me and took off the condom, I reached into the nightstand to pull out a new one. My hand fumbled around. I sat up and looked into the drawer. Uh-oh.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“No more condoms.”
“Oh.” Andrew’s face fell.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I laid back down.
“Well… can we at least snuggle up like we were a bit ago?”
“Sure, if you want.”
“Ok.”
Andrew lowered his nude body down onto mine, hugging me close as the tip of his penis nudged gently against my clitoris. It did feel nice as he settled down onto me, his chest rubbing against my breasts. I was really enjoying this, though it wasn’t as nice as getting fucked by him had been.
We laid there, holding and touching each other for a few minutes. As time went by I became more and more aware of my brother’s penis rubbing against my clitoris and as he moved, rubbing against my vagina. It was really starting to drive me nuts, especially the way that it kept poking just slightly into me.
Finally I’d had enough. “Andrew?”
“Yeah?”
“If I let you stick it back into me, can you pull it out before you cum?”
Andrewed nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes!”
“Alright.” I reached down and took hold of my brother’s penis, lining him up to penetrate. “Just make sure to pull out when you cum, ok?”
“I will.” Andrew gave a little push with his hips and slowly his no-longer condom covered penis slid down into my vagina. “Oh… oh, god… oh, this is MUCH nicer…” he whispered as he sank all the way into me.
“Yeah…” I placed my hands on my brother’s butt again. “Now fuck me good, little brother.”
Nodding, Andrew began thrusting into me. I let out a little moan of pleasure. THIS was incest! Now there was nothing inside my vagina except my brother’s bare penis. Nothing was seperating him from me except for a thin film of sweat.
It wasn’t too long before Andrew hit that same wonderful pace he’d hit before. The base of his penis was hitting my clitoris just right to really stimulate me and the rhythm of his movements were just perfect. It wasn’t long before I was cruising steadily towards orgasm once more.
Licking his lips, Andrew whispered, “Oh… Rachel… I’m getting close…”
“Oh, me, too…” I gasped out. REALLY close.
“Oh… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” Andrew’s thrusting body tensed as he started to pull out.
“No, wait!” I moaned. I wrapped my legs around my brother’s body, keeping him deep inside me. I was sooooo close…
“But-”
My orgasm hit and hit hard. I let out a howling moan as my vagina contracted hard and sharp around my brother’s penis while waves of pleasure washed over my body. It was, by a fair measure, one of the best orgasms that I’d ever had. My whole body was shaking with bliss by the time I was done.
I was distantly aware, as I rode the last crest of orgasmic pleasure, of my brother’s nude body tensing on top of me. I felt his penis pulsing and could feel his sperm splashing into my vagina, begining what I very, very much hoped was going to be a pointless quest to find one of my eggs.
When Andrew and I were both done cumming, he laid there on top of me, penis still burried to the hilt inside my vagina, and started whispering, “I’m sorry, Rachel… I’m sorry… I tried to pull out…”
“It’s ok,” I whispered, holding him close and running my fingers through his hair. “It’s ok, little brother.”
“But what if you get pregnant?”
“I’m on the Pill,” I lied. “It’ll be ok.”
Andrew and I laid there for a long time, eventually falling asleep in my bed as the last of the vodka burned through our systems.
Thankfully, I didn’t get pregnant that time. I did, however, go out and buy a LOT of condoms, and my brother and I carried on our sexuall affair all summer. We never kissed, or even did a lot of foreplay. It was mostly about the pleasure of intercourse. He ended up being a pretty good lover, and if a couple times I let him fuck me without condoms, well, what was the harm? He almost always pulled out in time.
It wasn’t until I was back in college that I learned “almost always” wasn’t enough. Around November I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I was pregnant with my little brother’s baby. Great.
The timing worked out ok, though. I didn’t give birth until the end of the school year and when I went back home for the summer, and gave birth, Andrew and I had a long talk with each other and then our parents about who the baby’s father was. They flew off the handle, but under the priniciple that we were, after all, adults, they decided there wasn’t much they could do about it.
When I went back to college the next year, I left our baby son with my brother to raise. Things have gone pretty well since then. Once I’m done with school, I’ll take over raising our son and he’ll go to school. Andrew and I haven’t resumed our affair.
It’s strange for us both having had a kid together. We aren’t exactly shouting to the stars about it, but we don’t go out of our way to keep it quiet. How could we? We both love our son and lying about who his parents are would be cheap and wrong. As long as there’s love, nothing else matters.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk.

Adoring Anthony

Anthony

Anthony was one of the most attractive guys I’d ever met.
We lived in the same apartment complex. He was 23, and about 5’8, 130lbs. He had dark hair, a smooth body and a sweet, ready smile. He was also very friendly and very nice. We liked lots of the same things, too. Video games, books and politics were all places where our interest meshed. I had a desperate crush on him.
Sadly, I wasn’t his type. I was 32, rather overweight and kind of hard to deal with sometimes. I tended to have a piss-poor attitude and no patience for the stupidity in the world. Basically, guys like me were destined to desire guys like him, but never actually get what we want. Despite that, Anthony and I were at least friends, even if he didn’t have any sexual interest in me.
I worked the late shift at a convenience store. It was hardly the best job in the world, but I liked it for the most part (thought god knows why). It was the place where I’d met Anthony, and I often saw him there, since it was right across the street from a bar he frequented.
One night around midnight, Anthony came in looking a little downcast. I smiled at him as he came up to the counter to buy his smokes.
“I’ve seen that face looking happier,” I said.
He shrugged and spoke with his light Oklahoma accent. “Yeah, it’s not been a good night. Pack of Marlboros.”
I handed him the pack and took his money. “Strike out at the bar?”
“Yeah, and I could’ve really used someone laying next to me tonight.”
Shrugging, I said, “I’m off at 2:30am, you know. If you’d like, I’d be happy to come over and get into bed with you.” Anthony did, I knew, actually have problems sleeping if he didn’t have someone next to him.
He laughed. “Yeah, I bet you would, darlin’.” He was well aware of my interest in him and seemed to find it more amusing than anything else.
“Gotta keep the dream alive.”
Laughing again, he said, “Well, you know what? If you wanna come over and just lay down next to me for a while, I wouldn’t mind. I could use the company.”
I perked up right away at that. “Sure, I’d be happy to lend a hand.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
Anthony laughed some more. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself, darlin’.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, sticking my tongue out.
“Keep that to yourself, too.” He grinned at me. “Alright, well, I’ll see you in a few hours, then.”
“Okay.”
I watched his ass as he walked away and then, with a sigh of anticipation, turned my attention back to the idiots in my store waiting to ring up their purchases.
The rest of my shift drifted by slowly. I frankly just wanted to finish up and get the hell out of here and into Anthony’s bed. But, of course, it turned out to be one of those really annoying shifts where just about every customer did something to really piss me off.
Finally, though, 2:30 arrived and I practically ran out of the store and down towards the apartment complex I shared with Anthony (well, and a few dozen other people, but they didn’t count). I dropped off my things, changed into clean clothes and went over to Anthony’s place.
I knocked, waited a bit, and then knocked again. I was just starting to wonder if I should go home, when I finally heard movement within the apartment, and Anthony opened it. I saw only his face; the rest was blocked by the door.
“Oh, hey, darlin’,” he said with a smile. “Come on in.”

“Sure.” I walked inside, and he closed the door behind me. He began walking towards the bedroom. I got a pleasant surprise as that happened, cause in the wan light coming in from the windows I could see he was naked. I’d seen nude photos of him before, but I’d never seen him nude in real life. God, his ass was gorgeous. He was just about as close to physically perfect as I’d ever seen.
I followed Anthony into his bedroom where he got into bed and patted the space next to him. Still fully-dressed, I got into bed with him.
“Put your arms around me,” he said.
“Ok.” I turned onto my side and wrapped my arms around his wonderful naked body.
We laid there, side-by-side in the dark, for several minutes. We didn’t talk or anything. I wasn’t sleepy, but I figured he was, and would probably be asleep fairly soon. Then I’d have to decide if I wanted to lay here in bed for a few hours until I fell asleep or he woke up, or I’d have to sneak out and back to my apartment.
After about ten minutes, Anthony began squirming.
“Your jeans are chaffing me a little,” he said.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Go ahead and take them off,” he suggested. “In fact, you might as well take off everything else, too. I’m used to the person I’m sleeping with being naked.”
“Well, if you insist,” I said grandly. I got out of his bed and stripped down, then got back next to him, wrapping my arm around his nude body again, letting my erect penis nestle down against his ass. Oh, it was much nicer like this!
“Wow,” Anthony said after a moment, reaching his hand back to take hold of my penis. “Damn, you weren’t kidding about how big this is.”
“Eight-point-two-five inches of happy goodness,” I replied, more than a little excited at the fact that he was holding it.
“Yeah, I guess so!” He began stroking it a little.
I had honestly planned to just keep my hands to myself while laying next to Anthony. Well, maybe I’d play around with his penis a little once he was sleeping. I was only human, after all. But he seemed to have opened a door, so I reached down a little until I encountered his erection, and then wrapped my hand around it. It was smaller than mine, but still pretty nice.
The two of us laid there, quietly masturbating each other for a few more minutes before Anthony sat up abruptly.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
He got up and walked over to turn on a low-level light, showing me what he looked like fully nude and fully hard. “No matter what happens, I don’t want this to change our friendship, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Good.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I suppressed a sigh of contentment and placed my hand on the back of his head as we kissed for the first time. Our tongues entwined around each other, and I learned that he was actually a pretty good kisser.
Of themselves, our hands moved down to each other’s penises, and I wondered to myself why he was doing this with me, given that he’d always made it clear before he had no interest in me sexually. I wasn’t about to ask, but I was curious.
Anthony began kissing his way down my body and then slowly wrapped his mouth around my penis, applying a very gentle suction as he moved his head up and down. Oh, it felt good. Not the best blowjob I’d ever had, but the fact it was coming from someone I’d desired for so long more than made up for that.
I moved around a little to get his penis near my mouth, and once I was settled down, wrapped my lips around his erection. He fit nicely inside me. Not too big, not too small. I was able to deep-throat him pretty easily, which was always a plus.
We blew each other for a good five minutes or so. Neither of us was getting close to orgasm but we were both having a good time with it. Plus it meant that I got to have my hands on his firm little ass, which made me a happy camper!
I got even happier when Anthony pulled his mouth off my penis and said, “Hey, Chris. You wanna fuck me?”
“Well, if you insist,” I said with a faint smile.
Laughing, Anthony said, “Do you like to be on top or do you like to get ridden?”
“Whichever you prefer.”
Reaching for a bottle of lube by his bedside, Anthony said, “I like being on my back.”
“Ok.”
Anthony squirted some lube onto his hand and began to apply it to himself. He passed me the bottle and I started to lube up my penis, getting it good and slick. I didn’t know how tight he was going to be, and given that I was a little bigger than normal, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.
Once we were both lubed up, he got onto his back and spread his legs high and wide. I moved between them, lined up, and began to push, slowly sliding my penis into the ass I’d wanted to fuck for months now.
As soon as I was all the way inside, I lowered my head down and started to kiss Anthony again while I began to slowly move my penis back and forth inside his body. God, it felt good inside him! It was everything I’d imagined and then some.
“You doing ok?” I asked, breaking our kiss.
“Yeah… oh, yeah… don’t stop, ok?”
“I won’t,” I promised. “Can I cum in you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Good.”
I fucked him slowly for a few minutes, savoring the pleasure of being inside his ass. We kept kissing from time to time as we screwed, and he spent lots of time masturbating, obviously trying not to cum too soon.
Eventually I said, “You wanna be on top for a bit?”
“Ok.”
We wrapped our nude bodies together and turned over, my penis staying inside him the entire time. Once he was on top, he settled down, getting me deeper into him, then started slowly moving up and down.
As Anthony rode me, I wrapped my hand around his hard penis. I didn’t really stroke it or anything; I just held it steady while he moved up and down, sliding his penis back and forth in my grip.
It was really hot watching him riding on me, and much more quickly than I’d expected, I found myself getting close to cumming. I was about to ask him to slow down when he suddenly started to moan a little and then nearly howled in delight as his penis began to kick and buck, blasting his sperm out all over my body.
Any chance I’d had of not cumming ended at that moment. I started fucking up into him, holding tight onto his hips. Then with a cry of pleasure, I pushed into his ass as deep as I could go and held myself there as my penis released inside him.
We kissed again for a few moments, me still buried to the hilt inside him. Then, wincing a little, Anthony got off me, my penis withdrawing from his magnificent body.
“I gotta get cleaned up,” he said, handing me a towel as he walked into the shower.
“Ok.”
He got cleaned and I got dressed. Once clothed, I made my goodbyes to him (he was still in the shower), and headed back to my apartment.
Anthony and I never hooked up again after that one time. We came close, once, when he crashed at my place to get away from boyfriend troubles. It was almost the same as before; we were both naked and spooning, my penis pressed up against his ass. All I’d have had to do was lube up and I’d probably slide right inside.
However, once we’d gotten into bed, he’d basically passed out very quickly, and while I didn’t have too many morals, I did at least have some, and raping someone in their sleep wasn’t allowed.
Our friendship did continue, though. Even though we now live a thousand miles apart, we’re still in contact with each other. I miss him, and hope I can see him again someday.
And hopefully do a lot more than just see…

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Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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