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Speedo High Part 13
Pedaling home from the porn store in the bad part of my neighborhood on this cold December day was an unforgettable experience. Every time I hit the slightest bump in the road, the butt plug would move inside my tight hole. The sensation was honestly a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was difficult enough to penetrate my rectum with just one finger. Now, however, I had an object that was greater than an inch in diameter stretching my hole. It actually felt good as it rubbed against my prostate. Yet, my hole was growing more and more sore as it was continuously being stretched without a break. I was also somewhat afraid that this Colt anal trainer might actually tear my asshole, and I certainly did not want that to happen. Bob and I had made a pact to fuck one another on New Year's Eve, and I wanted to enjoy it. A ripped hole would probably hurt like hell.
I thought about stopping long enough to pull the black plastic plug from my tender pussy, but I was in a sketchy neighborhood and I did not think stopping was a good idea. Plus, how was I supposed to nonchalantly reach into my butt and pull out a plug without anyone wondering what in the fuck I was doing. So, I pedaled furiously both loving and hating this black intruder which seemed to be working its way deeper and deeper inside of me. It made me think of Mando's sexy younger brother Jamal, who was on my swim team, and what his black Python would feel like inside of me probing and stretching my entrance.
I tried riding for a while with my ass off of the bike seat. That seemed to ease the pain in my ass, but, in no time at all, my quads seemed like they were on fire. Who would have thought that a byproduct of biking with a piece of molded plastic inside my hole would be that my leg muscles would get a great workout.
I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest every time I heard a vicious dog's bark as I rode passed block after block of neglected homes and hungry animals. I was even chased by a mean looking rat terrier. I pedaled harder and harder until he finally stopped nipping at my ankles.
When I finally reached my street, I relaxed and sat back down on the bike seat forgetting all about the butt plug until it forced its way deeper inside of me again. Fuck, it hurt!
Pulling into my driveway, I happily dismounted from my 10-speed Schwinn and entered the code into the garage door opener. As the door opened, I caught a very naked Luke scrambling to wrap a towel around himself.
"Hey little man. Get your ass in here and shut the door," he demanded. "You're letting all of the warm air out, and I don't want to freeze."
"I'm sorry bro," I replied quickly closing the garage door.
"You want to join me?" Once the garage door closed, he turned up the temperature on the space heater he used to warm the room while he worked out on cold days. The garage warmed up pretty quickly, so he took off his towel to reveal his hard, hairy, perfectly chiseled body. I could not take my eyes of his veiny cock and large furry balls that bounced from side to side as he walked back to the weight bench.
"Come on Matty, work out with me," he asked again while tugging on his long dong.
"Okay, Luke," I replied. "It sounds like fun. Plus, my pecs and biceps need some work." I unzipped my black Adidas jacket and took it off. Leaning against a wall I removed my socks and tennis shoes. Finally, I tugged down my track pants, leaving me standing there in my new Speedo with the shark on the crotch.
Luke pointed at my crotch and starting laughing, "What the fuck, baby brother? Where'd you get that thing? It looks like that shark just swallowed a dick and two balls."
"Yea, I know. The athletic director at our school thought these Speedos would make us look more threatening. Look at the way the shark's nose grows." I grabbed my cock and balls for effect. Luke was laughing out loud. Finally, I tugged off my Speedo and hung it on a hook with my track suit. Next I picked up a 25-pound barbell and carried it over to chair where I sat, rested my elbow on my leg, and starting working out the bicep in my right arm. As I pumped the weight up and down, once again I became aware of the anal trainer inside my hole. I was starting to get used to it and was already learning to enjoy the combination of pain and pleasure.
After Luke finished twenty reps of one hundred, fifty pounds on his bench press; he walked over behind me and massaged my shoulders while I finished a few curls with my left arm. "Nice job, Matty. If you start working out with me, you will be able to add some more size and definition to your upper body. How does that sound?"
"It sounds great, and I get to spend time with you," I said.
"Plus, little bro, you can touch my anywhere anytime you like while we lift," Luke said with a devilish smile on his face. "I know you like what you see." He walked around in front of me and straddled my legs wagging his dick in my face. "Go ahead Matty, give it a lick."
I licked his soft cock and got it wet while I fondled his low-hanging nuts. Since it was still soft, I could easily take his entire prick inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue all over it while I continued to play with his big balls. It grew hard quickly and Luke began forcing it into my throat while he held the back of my head with both hands. Luke was forceful and rough. Even though Mando had just face-fucked me, I started to get into it, but I was also scared. Luke was in total control, and I had a hard time both breathing and trying not to gag as his eight-incher battered my throat. My eyes began to water and saliva was dripping from the corners of my mouth as he dominated me, but my cock began to respond. As I began to accept his assault, I got more and more turned on. My four-incher was pointing at the ceiling while he continued to force his flesh-covered steel rod into my mouth pussy. I reached around with both hands and squeezed his hairy ass cheeks while he relentlessly fucked my face.
The whole time, he let loose with commands and insults, "Come on little homo, lick my big fat cock. I know you like it pretty boy, I see your baby cock growing. Suck harder; make me cum faggot. I'm going to fill you with my juice. Take it bitch."
I could feel his balls rhythmically slapping my chin, and I did my best to keep my teeth covered with my lips in order to please my strong, masculine brother. I sucked in air through my nose every chance I got, and I continued to massage his hard round gluts.
When his breathing changed, and be began taking shorter and shorter deaths, I knew he was getting close.
"Get ready Matty, I'm about to shoot. I don't want you to swallow it. Keep my whole load in your mouth. I'm so close, so close," he chanted. Right when he started to erupt, he pulled his cockhead out of my throat and began to shoot into my mouth. Volley after volley of hot boycream filled my mouth until my cheeks looked like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. After he finished shooting and caught his breath, he carefully removed his spent cock from my bruised lips. Then, he lowered himself onto me so that we were face to face. I could feel his hairy ass cheeks resting on my legs. Next, he pressed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my cum-filled mouth. While me made out with me, he sucked all of his juice out of my mouth and swallowed every drop. It was nasty and messy. There was cum all over our lips and chins, but it was so fucking hot.
Suddenly, Luke's eyes filled with tears as he looked at my swollen lips. "Matty, what have I done? Did I hurt you? I am so sorry. I got carried away little brother. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I don't know what came over me. It was like I lost my mind and fucked your face like I was some kind of wild animal." He gently touched my lips with his fingers, smearing the cum over them.
"To tell you the truth, Luke," I said, "it was scary, and I had a hard time breathing, but I liked it too."
"You know you are one messed up little fucker. I abuse you and you like it. This is so fucked up," he said. Then, for some weird reason, we both started to laugh. It was crazy. Finally, we gently licked each other's faces until we were both clean.
He rose off of me and helped me stand. Then, he hugged me and said, "Look Matty, I want to make it up to you. Come lie down." He took me by the hand and led me over to the weight bench. After I lay down on it, he got down on his knees at the foot of the bench facing my ass. He starting lick my smooth balls and began to rub my crack with his middle finger when he suddenly stopped. He wrapped his fingers around the oval piece of black plastic which was protruding from my asshole and gently pulled all four inches out of me. "What in the fuck is this Matty?" he asked.
"Oh that," I smiled. "It's a butt plug."
"So, what's it for?" he asked.
"It's supposed to stretch my hole to get it ready," I said.
"To get fucked?" He finished my sentence for me. "Shit Matty, don't you think you are moving too fast? You suck your first dick Friday, and here it is Monday and you are getting ready to give up your ass cherry."
"Why wait? It's what I want. Plus Bob and I have got it all planned for tomorrow night," I said.
"No shit. Your buddy Bob is also an agent for Homoland Security. I never would have guessed."
"No offense, Luke, but you're one to talk. You're the straightest guy I know, a total stud, and you just sucked your own cum from my mouth. That's so gay, bro," I said.
"Yea, I know. I do like guys, but I'm no Hershey highwayman," he laughed.
"Really?" I asked. "You don't want some this?" I asked while I reached down and pulled legs up and apart revealing my sore pink hole to him.
"I have to admit, it does look good," he said while gently rubbing his thumb over my hole. "I might get into it. I guess I might be a chocolate pipeline surfer after all. Who knew?"
"Damn, that feels good," I said enjoying his massage of my pink pussy. "Come on, Luke, finish what you started," I begged while I took my hard cock in my hand and began waving it.
"I guess I'm ready to cross the line over to cock sucker," he said holding my boyhood and examining it. "You know your cock looks just like mine, only way smaller."
"That should make it easier to swallow," I said.
"I hope so," he said. "Okay, here goes." He began licking the underside on my little prick from my balls to the head. He used his lips and lots of saliva to get it good and wet. Then, he covered his teeth with his lips and took it into his mouth. He took the whole thing into his mouth until his nose hit the spot where my pubes used to be before Indian Boy shaved them off. Then he pulled all the way off. "Remember Luke, you can never ever tell anyone I did this. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I replied smiling at him. I could tell this was not easy for him. Somehow, in his mind he had decided that all the other things he had done with me and Miguel like eating cum, stroking one another, and kissing did not make him gay. Sucking a dick did.
Once again, he took all four inches of my cream sickle into his mouth while he continued rubbing my hole. He was actually being gentle. Then he created this awesome suction in his mouth. Even the cheeks on his face caved in, and he started bobbing his head up and down while swirling his tongue all over my pink piccolo. It felt fucking amazing. In just two days I had turned my mildly curious straight brother into a raging semen demon. He was good at it too. Since I had a shot a load on the sticky floor of the booth at the porn store just an hour before, it look me a good ten minutes to cum, but Luke never gave up.
"Look, Matty," he said while jacking me off. Let me know when you are about the shoot, okay little man?" He winked at me and gave me his lady-killer smile. When he wanted to be, my Neanderthal of a brother could be a charmer.
"You got it Luke," I moaned as I neared the point of no return.
He immediately put my sensitive joystick back in his mouth and began bobbing and licking with ferocity. I loved watching this handsome jock sucking like a gayboy. It was mind blowing.
"Luke, here it comes!" I cried out as I shot one, two, three ropes of hot honey into his waiting mouth. Moments later he lay on top of me on the workout bench and kissed me long and deep allowing my own rather sizable load to flow into my mouth. I swallowed each drop like a man in the desert who has been without water for days. This was a sexual high that would be hard to beat, and I did not the moment to end. I loved the feeling of his hard muscular football body against my lithe swimmers body. It felt so good to know that the older brother I both feared and idolized was so into me.
"Matty," he said looking into my blue eyes which were a carbon copy of his. "I can't explain it, but no one has ever turned me on like you. I mean I'm not ready to call myself a card-carrying dick licker, but it was an awesome once-in-a-lifetime experience."
"Come on Luke, admit it. Given the right opportunity, you would jump at the chance to smoke Miguel's Cuban cigar. I know I would," I said.
"I don't know Matty. I mean, I'm really glad I sucked your dick. It was so hot, but I don't think I'll ever do it again. It's not who I am, man," Luke replied.
"I'm afraid that dick sucking is a lot like eating a Lays Potato Chip. They are too good to eat just one."
"No way man. You're fucking crazy if you think today I turned gay. I really like girls a lot Matty. Look man, let's stop talking about this shit. I need to finish my work out. You want to join me?"
"I sure do. Since I'm already lying here on the bench, can you spot me for some bench presses?"
"Hell yea. How much weight do you want to start with?"
"Let me try fifty pounds," I said. Immediately my strong brother took one hundred pounds off the weight bar. He lifted it onto the stand and stood behind me. His cock was hanging just a foot from my face while he helped me lower the weights to my chest. When he was sure I could handle fifty pounds, he let go and spotted me as I proceeded to lift and lower the weights for a total of ten reps. On the final rep, I got a little shaky, so he helped me steady the bar as I put it back into the stand.
"Nice job fag," Luke said. "You keep this up and you'll grow a little stronger with each workout." Then, he walked around the bench and took my hand in his as he helped me rise from the bench. Once I was up, he gave me a playful slap on my ass. "I'm proud of you turd. Now I want you to hold down my feet so I can do some sit ups. Okay?"
Once Luke lay down on the matt on the floor, I knelt down down facing him and lowered my ass until I was sitting on his shins with his ass on top of his feet. When he began executing his sit-ups, I got a kick out of watching the rows of muscles become defined as he flexed them in order to raise his back off of the matt.
After he competed one hundred reps, we switched places. I especially liked the feeling of his big balls resting on my shins as he held my feet down. I was able to go fifty reps before I was worn out. While I lay there recovering, Luke maneuvered himself into a push up position with me under him. As he began to push up and lower himself, he would press his cock into mine. He did this over and over, fifty times until both of our cocks were rock hard again.
"Now look at what you went and did," I said referring to the state of our dicks.
"I'm really sorry, little brother," he said while lowering himself onto me. He began to rub his eight-incher against my four-incher. At this point we were both hot and sweaty, and it was easy to slide his wet flesh over mine. After a few minutes Luke rolled onto his back so that I was now lying on top of him. I enjoyed lying on top of him for a few minutes with my head on his rock hard pec where I could hear the beating of his athletic heart. Our hard-ons gradually subsided.
Finally, I broke the sexual spell we were under. "Hey Luke, I hate to do this, but I've got to get something to eat; I'm starving."
"Yea, me too," Luke said.
This time I extended my hand to Luke and helped him rise to his feet. While he put on a well-worn jock strap, a pair of basketball shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt; I inserted the anal trainer back inside my boy-pussy and put my new shark Speedo and my black Adidas track suit back on.