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Speedo High: Part 7
I finally unglued my eyes from his engorged sausage and looked at his face. "Yea, but I think it?s grown another inch. It's so..."
"...big," he finished my sentence wrapping his fingers around the base of it. "I bet you hope that in a few years your little prick will look something like this." He actually smiled at me while waving his cock back and forth.
"Not really. I mean your big cock looks amazing Luke, but I like my little guy. Besides, let?s face it, you are bigger than I am all over. The odds of my cock doubling in size in three years are pretty small." I realized that my cock was starting to hurt from all of this new excitement, so I reached down and rubbed it through the towel. "But what? Why?"
"Why am I standing here with a huge boner in front of my little brother?" he asked. "Look, after I saw your morning wood, I realized that you were probably heading off to the bathroom to jack off. I know that that's what I like to do when I wake up with a hard on, like I did today. So, after it took a while for you to come back to the room, I decided to polish my rocket since I was so horny. I also decided that I didn't give a shit if you walked in on me. The way I see it, we can both go off and find some place to hide so that we can buff our bananas secretly, or we can just do it right here in our own room in front of each other. We are both horny boys, and we see each other naked all of the time. So, if it doesn't bother you, I am going to spank my monkey anytime I feel like it, and I want you to do the same. Is that cool with you little bro?"
I said, "Sure Luke, it is definitely cool with me, and don't freak out if I watch you sometimes. I am still figuring out how to do this stuff."
"Look man, I don't give a shit if you watch me or if you get into bed with me so that we can choke our chickens side-by-side. The only thing is; you cannot tell anyone about this, including your best friend Bob. Other people just won't understand. Do we have a deal?" He unwrapped his fingers from around his eight-inch long cock, and put his hand out for me to shake it.
I eager reached out and shook his hand to close the deal. This was unreal. My super sexy, very masculine older brother just invited me to "choke my chicken" with him in his bed. Holy fuck! Who would believe this, and who would believe that Luke knew so many different ways to say "masturbate." I began to laugh.
"What are laughing at little man?" Luke asked.
"This whole thing is kind of funny. I mean would you ever imagine the two of us making a secret jack-off pact? It's so unreal, but very cool. I am definitely tired of..."
"...flogging the dog on the toilet," Luke interrupted.
"In my case, it is a lot more like pounding the puppy," I suggested smiling sheepishly.
Luke laughed and walked up to me with his erection sticking out in front of him, like the main gun on a tank, and gave me a hug while stabbing me in the stomach with his flesh-covered dagger. "You know, you are alright Matty. I mean, this morning I made fun of your willy and even laughed at it, and you are so cool about it that you are even making jokes about your little cock yourself. Not many other boys your age would be able to do that. You are really cool."
"Thanks, Luke," I replied looking into his blue eyes smiling. "You're not the first guy to make a joke about it, and you probably won't be the last. Seriously though, the jokes don't bother me. I know my dick is still small, but I like it. All I know is, this little guy works just fine." I squeezed my hard cock through the towel. There was something about having a little cock and having to endure other guys making fun of it that was a turn on. Besides, somehow I felt that it marked me as being submissive which was a role I was comfortable with. I longed to be dominated by other boys, and I knew, in time, I would get my wish.
Luke, who watched me grope myself said, "Shit little brother, are you still hard after jacking off in the shower a few minutes ago?"
"Who said that I jacked off?" I asked.
Luke ripped the towel off of my waist and threw it in the floor exposing my rock-hard four-incher. "Then, what are we doing standing around talking? We've both got some business to take care of. Come on Matt, let's peel our cucumbers together." He jumped into his bed and indicated that he wanted me to join him by patting the empty place on his mattress next to him.
So, I jumped in. At this point, I had no more self control left. I knew that, even if I shot a load now, I would have some cum left for Bob. If yesterday was any indication of how many loads I could fire in one day, I figured I was good for at least three. I climbed into Luke's twin bed and lay my head on his shoulder. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my cock when I realized I did not have any lube.
"Hey, Luke, you got any lotion to use so that you can oil your cucumber and I can lube my pickle?" I asked smiling.
"I never use lotion, Matty," he said. "Just spit on your hand; saliva works just fine, and it's always around whenever you need it." Matt spit a load of saliva into his hand and spread it on his monstrous prick which was pointed straight at the ceiling. He did this a few times, until it was nice and slick. Then, he closed his eyes and starting stroking from the base where his penis was connected to his hairy balls to the red head--up and down until precum began to flow from the slit. "Besides, once you get goin'," he said, "you should make enough precum to keep your dick slippery enough for an awesome hand job."
I liked being this close to him and wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Watching Luke Jack off was a big turn on. I was fascinated by his method. Both his cock and the way he masturbated seemed to be filled with anger. First, his cock was swollen and red with veins bursting from its surface. It reminded me of my dad's face when he got mad at Luke. Next, the way he slammed his fist into his hairy balls on the downstroke looked like he was pounding on a table; it had to hurt. Watching him literally beat his meat and the look of fierce concentration of his handsome face were turning me on. I wanted to reach down and feel his heavy cock and balls just like I had seen two pairs of brothers do the previous day. Yet, I did not want to press my luck; I would let Luke be the one to initiate the next step. While I simply wanted to watch Luke until he shot what I assumed would me an enormous load, I had been hard for nearly an hour, so I was horny. I spit into my hand and coated my cock several times until it was good and slick.
I knew that after all the edging I had tormented myself with and the ass play I had treated myself to in the shower, that I would shoot a good long rope of sweet boy cream in just a few minutes. I starting pumping with increasing speed, catchy the precum from the slit with my fist on the upstroke and coating my cock with it on the downstroke. I loved both the feeling of my sexy brother's warm hairy body next to mine and watching him draw closer and closer to the grand finale. Several times Luke looked over at me, without making eye contact, and watched me pounding my puppy and playing with my smooth nuts. Then, he would close his eyes, lick his lips, and jack off with more and more ferocity.
Both of us began to pant and to raise our hips slightly off the bed and back down again in concert with the pumping of our hands over our saliva-coated cocks. My balls were the first to draw up just before I fired a three-inch long string of white juice onto my flat stomach. As I fought to catch my breath, I watched Luke's large ball-sack tighten up while he continued to assault himself alternately flexing his bicep on the upstroke and his tricep on the downstroke with increasing speed and fury. Just before his canon fired its first volley, a smile crossed his masculine face. Then, he began to shoot. The first load actually landed on his left shoulder; the next round spattered on my chest and chin. The third volley struck the hairy spot between his pecs, and the final load landed on his hard cut stomach. What an incredible show he had put on for me, filled with intensity and the tangy smell of semen. I closed my eyes and relished the moment while Luke floated down from his sexual high.
Once I returned to reality, I realized that we could not move without cum running off of us onto Luke's sheets which would leave the kind of evidence that we did not want our mother to find on wash day. So, I started to reach for my little black bikini briefs to use to wipe the cum up with, when Luke said, "Fuck! That felt so good. Thanks for being so cool Matty. That was hot. When I saw you shoot, it was so sexy that I shot with more force than I ever have before, including when Miguel and I have done it."
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Miguel Acosta was Luke?s best friends and a lady?s man. His parents had immigrated to the U.S. when he was a little boy, and he was the first Cuban that Luke and I had ever met. He had brown eyes, brown skin, long wavy brown hair, and a killer smile. He was also always kind to me. Any time I passed him in the hall at school, he was either animatedly talking to and laughing with a group of his football buddies while displaying the most perfectly straight white teeth I had ever seen, or he was talking to a girl with his sexy eyes sparkling. No matter how busy he was, he always stopped a moment to say hi to me and call me by name. I would smile, return the greeting, and look down demurely. I noticed that he always seemed to be chewing gum. I especially liked looking at his muscular Cuban legs which were covered with brown hair and at his butt cheeks which were round and hard from years spent doing squats at the gym. To me his ass looked like he had shoved the two halves of a cantaloupe down the back of his shorts. It was perfect. I liked to imagine how great it would look in a Speedo. In short, he was my idea of what it meant to be a young man; he was as handsome as the Murray twins, but much more masculine. I had idolized him and had frequently fantasized about sucking his hot Cuban cigar.
"Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you have jacked off side-side here in your bed with Miguel Acosta, the captain of the varsity football team?" I finally asked once I regained the ability to think and speak with coherence.
"I sure have, lots of times. Whenever you stay over at Bob's house, I always ask Miguel to stay over here. He also has to share his bedroom with a little brother, so he takes every chance he can get to spend the night apart from his brother. Even though they are very close, he likes to have some 'bro time' with me. Anyhow, two buddies beating off together is no big deal Matty. I'll bet most guys do it."
"No way! You've spanked your monkey with Miguel, and you've watched his Cuban missile fire over and over again?"
"Yea, Matty, I have man. In fact, he always sleeps naked under your sheets. Don't freak out, okay?"
I nodded.
"He has even shot plenty of cum while lying in your bed!" Luke laughed.
"Speaking of cum, Luke," I said. ?We are both covered in it. What do want to wipe it up with? I've got my underwear here," I said holding up my black bikinis.
"Forget about those panties, bro. There is not enough fabric there to wipe up more than a couple of drops. Besides, we can't leave any evidence for Mom to find. Let's just self clean. It's what Miguel and I always do," Luke said. Then, he showed me what "self cleaning" meant by using two fingers to scoop up the cum puddle that had formed on his stomach and licking it off his fingers.
I did my best to hide my shock after seeing my super straight brother eating his own semen, so I scooped up the string that Luke had shot onto my upper chest and chin. I eagerly licked his salty juice from my fingers while he scooped up the cum I had fired onto my belly. I furtively watched him enthusiastically lick my cum off his fingers. Next, I reached over and scooped up the volley which had landed on his shoulder while he tried to dig the cum out of the hair between his pecs.
"Do you need some help?" I asked when I saw that he was having a hard time getting all the cum off of his chest.
"Go for it, little dude," he said.
I rolled over partially on top of his hairy naked body and began to lick between his pecs. In spite of the fact the cum had coated his chest beneath a swath of hair, I did my best to clean him up. While I was helping Luke self clean, I felt my cock rub again his hip. Since it did not seem to bother Luke, I did not bother to move it even when it starting getting hard again. Next, I moved over to the pec nearest me, licked up some stray cum splatters, and started sucking his nipple, Luke closed his eyes and softly moaned before he came back to his senses.
"Hold up, Matty. Don't get carried away little man. Jacking off together is one thing; nipple licking crosses the line into the territory reserved for fags."
"I'm sorry, Luke. I guess I just got caught up in the moment," I said.
"No worries, bro," Luke replied as he finished scooping and licking up the remaining cum off his body.
I was having a hard time figuring Luke out. Apparently, eating the cum off of each other's bodies was okay for straight boys so long as no nipples were involved. I would have to keep a list: cum is straight, nipples are gay, and one guy's hard cock rubbing against another guy's hip is straight. What the fuck kind of delusional world was he living in? Like John David, my butch older brother liked having sex with boys his own age and younger. Even though his logic was screwy, I would do anything for Luke's approval and to have sex with him again, so I was not going to be the one to tell him that he was a burgeoning bisexual.
"Thanks Luke. I have to tell you that I like that I don't have to hide to jack off anymore," I said with my head still on his shoulder. "This is going to be great, and I promise that I will keep everything we do together a secret. There is one thing, however, I would like for you to think about. Would it be cool for me to jack off with both you and Miguel one day?"
"I don't think so Matty. It might freak Miguel out since, as far as he knows, no one knows about our 'bro time'. Plus, the dude is super straight. He has told me over and over again that I am the only guy he has ever done anything like this with. You cool with that?"
"Sure? It's cool," I replied sitting up. I grabbed my tiny black bikinis and pulled them on positioning my soft cock pointing toward my belly button. I figured it would hurt less pointing that way if I got a boner in the car on the way to church. That's one thing I hated about being fourteen, getting a NARB (No Apparent Reason Boner). Otherwise, everything else was pretty amazing. I knew that none of this ever would have happened if I had not suggested that Bob and I should play strip poker. I began to wonder what chain reaction another friendly game of strip poker would start. I could not wait to find out.