Hair of the Dog - 2. Part Two: The Middle

In their room, the twins were stripped down completely. They were both wrapping spotless white towels around their hips as I walked in. I closed the door. Randal smiled lewdly. "Strip. This is Roy's idea."

"Yeah," the accused said. "Get naked, and come on." He tossed me a towel of my own. I did, but by the time I was like them, they were out the door and down the hall. As I shimmied out of my briefs beneath my towel, the boys were playfully pushing one another into the bathroom.

The water of the shower was on when I got in there. I closed the door behind me, and the boys dropped towel and stepped in. I went up to the opening, and watched. Roy took a turn under the showerhead and brought his hands up to drench his hair. He moved so Randal could do the same. They were so sexy.

I let my towel slip and stepped in when both made room for me beneath the flow of steaming water. I drew the curtain. This shower was roomy: big enough for Junior and his punk posse to shower together, if they wanted. That was kind of a sexy thought.

I felt four twin hands on me. They were rubbing the water in and guiding me to under the showerhead. Roy reached for the soap. It was a bar of half-used Ivory. He made a ball of hands with Randal and together they lathered up. As they reached to spread it on me, I said, "But I want to smell like Junior."

They paused, like I had asked the impossible.

Randal explained: "He doesn't let us use his stuff."

Roy laughed. "But, he won't mind if you use it."

Roy stepped into me, supporting his thigh on mine as he reached behind me and got the heady soap-on-a-rope down. Together they lifted it over my head.

Randal rubbed it on my tummy, the place where the bar came down to, and Roy spread the olive-oil smelling suds from there. He washed my cock, lifted my balls, and rubbed my inner thighs. Randal took some and massaged my ass. Slowly the scent transferred onto me. I spread it on my arms, and into my pits. I lathered my cheeks and scrubbed my neck front and back. The boys soaped each other up with their white bar. They obviously did this a lot. I took off Junior's soap and hung it up.

I wet my hair. My hands drew themselves across my scalp line, my head tipped backwards into the stream of water. "Which is his shampoo?" I asked.

Roy handed me a bright pink bottle. I had never seen this kind. I moved some water out of my eyes and read: Sassoons Watermelon Shampoo. I popped the cap and sniffed. That was it. Junior's mix of lemon and melon on a hot day's picnic.

"Help me," I asked.

I tipped the bottle and four hands cupped at my bellybutton. I let a good amount of the candy-pink goo drizzle into their hands.

Roy started: "That's enough...."

"…You'll get us in trouble," finished Randal.

I righted the bottle and quickly put it up. I then bent my neck and the boys rubbed my head. It felt awesome, and the flow of how Junior's hair smelled was frictioned into my hungry scalp. I reached up and took two handfuls of watermelon lather and worked it into my friends' heads. They giggled, and the three of us washed off under the streaming water in a moving and laughing circle. Our arms, hands, legs and feet bumped into each other continually.

After getting rinsed off, I brought my forearm to my nose. I inhaled, and started to grow erect that my skin smelled like Junior had been all over it. I held it up for the boys. They sniffed and made a brief 'pee-yuu' nose-pinch. Not me, I loved it!

Now we were clean. Maybe the shower was over..? I leaned on the wall below the showerhead. I licked my lips, and arched my torso towards the wayward twins. They did as I hoped, and as my eyes closed, both reached out and lay on hot hands. Randal rubbed my chest and lingered on my nipple, which grew erect under his slight twist of it. Roy put both hands on my hips and felt back to wash my ass with his caresses and diverted water.

I opened my eyes. They were both so fucking sexy, my dick was rock-hard. I reached out and I had identical dicks in my greedy grasp. Randal got hard first. I loosened my grip and re-tightened so I had his balls too. He moaned loudly at the ceiling.

"So, is this how you boys shower?" I teased.

"Yeah, and jack off."

That was my cue and I started stroking Roy, who had said this.

Randal asked me, catching his breath, "Ever do this before?"

"A couple of times." I smiled.

"It shows." And again he stared at the ceiling with eyes barely open.

Roy was playing with my dick. He too grasped my ball sack, and made me a bit weak-kneed.

I stepped away from the wall. I wanted to try something.

"Here," I said, "like this."

I put my hands around their twin waists and drew the three of us into a tight circle. Our dicks rubbed heads; our balls pressed hard into each other. We were watching these as we pressed tighter and tighter. It was like at the toilet earlier, we knew exactly what the others were feeling, as if we shared one brain, one set of nerves, and three fat cocks.

Funny thing was, as I looked up, the boys were licking lips. I leaned in. I kissed Roy. He bent his head, and I went the other way so I could kiss him deep. He parted lips a bit, and so did I. Our tongues met in the middle and wrestled; I let him win. He entered my mouth, and I felt his breath sharpening behind it. I knew he hadn't done this before, so I enjoyed his pleasure, especially if it was one I could taste.

We broke apart a bit, opening our eyes on one another and grinning with glossy lips.

"Now me," said Randal.

I leaned his way, and he eagerly came to meet me. Our eyes closed as if one, and I massaged his lips with mine until he shyly parted them. I let my tongue in. He moaned, and pressed his hardening dick tightly into mine and Roy's. His hand trembled on my ass and contracted to pull at my hole.

That fucking turned me on, and I fucked his mouth with my tongue. He panted in an increasing rhythm. He spurted molten-hot cum on his brother's cock and up my belly. "Fuck!" I felt him say into my mouth.

I opened my eyes as he rolled away, needing air. Roy was still holding on and looked amazed.

I pushed on both their chests. "I know something else too," I said.

"What?" Roy asked gently.

I pushed him to the pink tiled wall. "This," I said as I kneeled and latched onto his hips and ass.

His dick was so hard. I held his eyes, and guided it to my lips. Randal was right next to us. His cock was stiffening again in his stroking hand.

I put the boy's cock head on the tip of my tongue. Roy conducted it in. He used his hands behind him on the wall to steady his progress. I let it slip in until I could feel his pulsating head get beyond my choppers. I closed my lips and lifted my tongue. His dick was pressed on the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed down his shaft.

He moaned and grabbed onto the back of my head.

"What?" his concerned brother asked.

"…It's amazing…" stammered Roy.

Precum lubed my tongue as his dick slid back out. He was gonna blow, so I pulled his member out and jacked it. He panted just like his bro, and cum gushed out on my cheek like lead shot. It dripped down onto my nipple, where I rubbed it in good.

I slowly stood, still jacking the boy who was now acting like he was having convulsions. I kissed him, and he thrashed his head, and pushed my hand away from his too sensitive privates.

In half a moment, both twins had me in a corner. My hands went up to my hair and pushed water out of my eyes.

When I glanced down again, Randal and Roy were kneeling at my feet. Roy's hand touched the top of my left foot, and wrapped his arm around his twin's waist. Randal took my cock in his hand. He opened his mouth, and Roy grabbed my balls.

I was not going to cum as fast as they had, I hoped they realized. Randal sucked me. He opened as wide as he could and tried to swallow my whole dick. His mouth felt velvety warm, and then he closed his lips and drew them along my shaft.

"Yeah, that's good," I told him, patting his head like a puppy dog.

He sucked harder and raked some teeth along my head.

"No teeth," I warned him, and wiggled a bit.

"Let me!" said Roy with urgency. "I know how. He did me – remember?"

The twins exchanged hands with my dick. Roy looked in my eyes as I had with him; that made me smile, or rather sneer, in delight.

He barely opened his lips, but wet them well with his tongue. He let me push my cockhead through, and he sucked with pressure as my shaft got half way in. Now it was me doing the moaning and falling back against the wall. My eyes had to close like heavy blinds crashing to the floor, so I did not see Randal rise, but I felt his mouth on mine. I felt him kiss me and force his tongue into me. I let him. He explored and I fucking loved it. With the combined twin pleasures, top and bottom, they were driving me to the point of explosion.

I gripped Roy's head to push him back and let him know I was on the verge of seeding his mouth, but he grabbed onto my ass and sucked harder.

"I'm gonna cum!" I said desperately into Randal's throat. He kissed me deeper, and I felt Roy pull my cheeks and stretch my asshole. That was enough.

I came by convulsing a load into Roy's gullet. I shot so hard and deep in there, 5 or 6 times, and simultaneously injected breath-after-breath into his brother's oral cavity, that they both moaned and sighed in the same tone and at the same time.

As I relaxed, Randal let go of my face. Roy slowly stood. His mouth was full of my cum. What was he gonna do?

To my amazed cry of Fuck!, Roy's hand slid over his brother's cheek and drew the willing Randal into a full open-mouth kiss. They slobbered back and forth, exchanging my jizz and making me sigh.

I pressed in and the three of us kissed in turns. My spunk tasted like twin spit and far-off pineapple. I loved it.

I heard the bathroom door open. I pushed the boys back. They parted just as the shower curtain flew open.

"What in the Sam Hell are you boys doing? Wasting wat…ter…." Their dad was still in mid sentence as his face scanned our three semi-erect dicks. He closed his mouth, and slowly drew the curtain again.

From the other side we heard him say: "I think you boys have finished."

And he left us. We giggled. We turned off the water and kissed good and long by turns. Roy said, "See, this was my idea. Good one, right?"

We nodded and pressed into a circle so we could kiss one more time; this time all three at once.

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Junior and I sat alone at the dining room table.

I played with the glob still on my plate, the fork held lightly by two fingertips. Junior was done. He just sat with me, and maybe I procrastinated simply to keep him here; maybe just to keep those sweet and menacing blue melters seared onto me.

"Don’t like fish sticks?" He rolled his eyes like no one would.

"The mac and cheese is good. Did your buddies leave?"

"Yeah, but they'll be back at eight. That's when we get going with the wild night."

Their mother flew by behind my chair, and stopped. "Honey, where's my other earring!" She was wearing a fancy dress. She craned her neck like she heard a noise, and followed it into the living room.

Now the dad came from the hall. He was in a tie and blazer. His pants looked like he last wore them several years ago – tight. "I don't know…" he trailed off into the living room after his wife.

"They'll be gone soon." Junior bobbed his head and made a half smile, half frown at them. That made me giggle.

We were alone because Roy and Randal had finished up by scoffing and running to catch their favorite TV show.

I scanned his dirty-blond bob. I liked the way it covered his ears. I've been growing my hair out because of him.

"Do you mind if I think your buddies are assholes?" I asked.

Junior chuckled: "They have moments of quality, believe it or not."

"Do the three of you form some kind of 'gang?'"

His good-mood expression changed. He was vague. "Sort of."

That vagary bloomed into an odd smile for me. He slouched in his chair, kicking his legs and bare feet far underneath. I wanted to look, so I could gently brush against them. Just in case, I slipped out of my sneakers. I'd already vowed to spend this whole weekend sockless, because of the twins.

He sighed and his elbow came up so he could finger his plastic soda cup and continue looking at me.

"I saw your soap-on-a-rope." I lingered on 'rope.'

"Yeah...?" His face broke open a lopsided grin on me.

I leaned on elbows to signal him that this was a private conversation. "Is it true?" I let my foot 'accidentally' bump into his, but kept it there.

"Is what true?"

"About 'it'?"

"It?" he asked.

"Drop your soap, and get raped in jail?"

He pushed his cup aside, slouched farther and folded his arms. "I won't lie to you. That happens."

"A lot?"

"Rape? Well, not all that often, and there's a good reason."

"Which is...?" My toes slid over the top of his foot. I could feel a slight resistance from the few manly hairs growing there.

He smiled at me like he accepted our unspoken secret. "Because there are plenty of guys 'giving' themselves to others without force."

"Why do that?"

"Many reasons – protection; a big guy will look after another – you understand – then there's a kind of love arrangement; like soldiers' 'I got your back' kinda thing."

"Whoa."

"Other guys want to join a certain group – "

"A gang?" I interrupted him, my toes sliding up his pant cuff. I moved it aside so I could feel the softness of his ankle and lower leg.

He sighed in pleasure. "Let's just call them groups, and say a guy wants to join a certain group for a reason like we mentioned – protection, or something – then he will 'give himself' to join up. A sort of initiation ritual."

"So, it's not all rape?"

"Un-uh. Most ain't at all. It's easier to wait. Someone's always willing to give it up, that is, for the right motivation. And then some guys, well, that's just what they are into. That's how they like it. And when that's the case, they've got all the power." His free foot caressed the arch of mine that was up his cuff.

"But – " I checked behind my chair; I didn’t see their folks. "How do they fuck?"

"What'd ya mean?"

"I mean – how? Is it, easy?" My second foot went to the top of his touching mine.

Junior's eyes got real narrow. He unfolded his arms; I don’t know, maybe I insulted him. "You act like I would know," he said, sitting up and pulling back his legs from me.

Something in me snapped. Junior might actually hurt his brothers, so they rightfully feared his scowl, but Junior would never lay a vengeful finger on me. No, Junior had my back, so I leaned as close to him as he let me, and begged him in sincere honesty to tell me the truth. "Well, do you know?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, but his cold glint did not flinch. Now his hands came up and interlaced fingers before my face. With those digits locked, he raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. "Ask me later, little buddy. Later on. Ok?"

I nodded. I knew he was telling me something, but FUCK, his arms, his armpits, I could barely keep my head. What Junior did not know – or hell, maybe he did know – was how rock-hard my prick was right then; under my straining zipper; under the table; and right under his nose. Fuck.

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Their property was about five acres. The house sat pretty close to the road on a level area with a big back yard. From here the lot sloped down to a wide landing along the banks of a creek. Down there, hidden and private from neighbors, ash trees grew straight and tall. Their high leaves branched far out over the moving water.

"Ready for this, little man?"

Junior and I stood alone in the middle of the grass, halfway between the house and the start of the downslope. He had sent everybody else off on errands: the twins to the basement for rolls of paper towels, and his dickhead loser pals to the shed for stuff he was more secretive about.

"How can I be ready...?" I got a little punk-ass. "When I don’t know what's coming."

Junior basically ignored me. Now he was wearing an unbuttoned check shirt over his wife beater. He jerked up the loose cuff as he raised his left wrist, and raked his watch face to the light coming from the house.

"Where could those two dipshits be?"

"Your brothers?"

"No – well, them too. No, I meant Jett and Brody. I'll go track my bros, you go fetch the 'assholes,' and I'll meet you down by the creek."

"Ok." I headed to the side of the shed. In my mind I kept seeing Junior's sky-blue eyes on me at the dinner table, and feeling the erection they gave me.

As I got nearer the shed, light from inside cast a four-part square on the grass. A little window was there. I paused; I didn’t hear anything, so I snuck up to the glass.

Inside, the two teenage slackers were doing nothing. Both leaned on a wall with a foot kicked behind them for support. They passed a goofy grin and a joint. Jett narrowed his eyes and took a deep toke. He held it and handed the bud back to Brody, but instead of raising the weed to his lips, leaned so his shoulder touched his pal's, and positioned his open mouth over Jett's lips and nostrils. Jett exhaled, and Brody sucked in the shared vaporized humor from his companion's lungs.

'Fuck,' I thought. 'Is this what "bad boys" do in private?!'

Now Brody stood up fully. He moved in front of Jett and made a wide 'V' with his legs. He straddled Jett's thighs just above the kid's knees. Brody brought the joint to his lips, and the end flared into orange-hot ashes. He put his free hand on the wall over Jett's shoulder, and extended the arm with the weed in a slow-motion straight line out to his side. Gradually he brought his lips to within millimeters of Jett's peach fuzz snarl. Jett opened up for Brody like he was thirsty. He tilted his head slightly, and his sneer softened.

Brody pursed and blew a gentle stream out; Jett inhaled it smoothly.

Then they started to kiss. At first it was as tender as wafting smoke, and their eyes stayed partially open to see one another. My fingers unbuttoned the fly of my jeans.

Their kissing grew deeper. Brody dropped the weed and put both hands on the wall. His legs 'walked' even tighter into Jett's gray denim; he went higher up his legs and pushed the bottom of Jett's leather jacket off of them.

They closed their eyes and kissed like lovers – Jett's hand roving like passionate madness on Brody's windbreaker sleeves, shoulders and back. Finally those wanderers settled into a pair of fists planted firmly in the cup of Brody's lower back. He pulled his teen football player fully into him.

Still exploring each other's face with open mouths, Brody's hands glided to the back of Jett's neck, rumpled his fine ashen hair up from behind, and pulled him away from the wall. They took awkward steps into the open space of the shed like newborns holding onto a parent's finger, but they held onto each other.

They stopped. Their lips parted and eyes opened contentedly. Brody's hands played at the side of Jett's face and lingered on his ears.

I spat into my hand. My dick was out in the night air and I needed to start jacking; being with Junior had given me a storehouse of needful seed to be released.

Slowly, Brody glided to his knees. His hands gripped Jett's waist, and Jett kicked the open ends of his jacket back by pinning them at his kidneys with his fists.

Brody used both hands and pulled down Jett's zipper. He dug around and fished out a beautiful, fat and stiff cock. Brody kissed the tip of it, pressing it against Jett's abdomen so he could get to that most sensitive and sexy spot right under the hood. Jett was a big boy.

His fingers fished again and pulled out Jett's nutsack. He let two mighty balls flop down. Jett must have loved this, because he let out a moan, and tilted his head back.

I held my cock up and extracted my own balls. I let them fall and felt the same sensation: the binding pull of my jeans' fly from under my scrotum put delightful pressure on them. I bet Jett's feeling was even more intense because he had the brass teeth of a zipper biting into him. "Yeah," I chuckled quietly. "Bite him like a dog."

Brody sucked Jett. That fat cock head needed to be pinched so he could get his football-player lips around it, but then he sucked back and forth, up and down just on the hood and tip. Jett's dick only grew bigger. Brody sucked a shaft inflating to be as big as a kielbasa, and Brody started to lower his lips farther and farther on it. His eyes watered, and Jett's hand came to the side of Brody's face.

"Suck it, bitch," I heard him say.

Brody grunted consent and deep-throated him.

I was jacking slow and long. My slippery spit got rubbed in the circle of my two fingers from tip head to shaft base, where the extra force made my balls rumble up closer to my body.

In my mind, I felt totally turned on in two places at once; the deep spot buried behind the base of my dick, and an echoey room in my brain where Jett's words of 'suck it, bitch' reverberated in increasing and orgasmic rhythm.

'Yeah,' I thought. 'Brody is Jett's bitch.'

But then Jett pulled Brody up. They kissed quickly as Jett undid his pants. They dropped below his knees, showing he was going around commando. His hands then freed Brody's chinos. His football ass was meaty and big; magnificent naked in its olive complexion. Brody was wearing a white jockstrap, which contrasted sharply with his skin tone, and made me wonder what Hercules would look like in one. My dick got an extra rough pump for that one.

Jett used both hands and extracted Brody's cock and balls from the fabric pouch by the leg.

He smiled then spat in his hand. That wad got slathered all over the hood of Brody's dick. Like a trained dog responding to a cue, Jett turned and leaned open hands on the wall. He kicked his legs apart as much as his jeans would let him. Brody went to his knees again. He spread Jett's ass cheeks and tongue-punched the punk rosette he found there with expert aim. Jett lolled his eyes shut in ecstasy. Brody went at the hungry hole brutally, over and over, and each time Jett imperceptibly slipped a little further down the wall. Soon he was almost bent to a 90-degree fold to facilitate Brody's tongue, and his lover's gripping hands on his ass.

Brody stood. He carefully deposited a juicy wad of spit on the tips of two fingers and worked them in and out of Jett's ass like he owned it. Jett moaned loudly, and Brody dug deep.

"Hush, baby," Brody cooed, and Jett bit his own fist.

Mr. Windbreaker sidled up to Jett's waiting hole.

'Who's whose bitch now?' I thought, knowing I was close to coming, and watching Brody's ass was making it edgy. His plump cheeks were strapped on both sides by white cotton strips. They cupped underneath – right where cheek became leg – and disappeared with brooding mystery to where his asshole was hidden.

Brody pressed his balls against Jett's backside, and forced his swelling member to ride up the kid's crack. Another load of expectoration drooled from the moody curve of Brody's lower lip like a glistening stream. It fell on his upturned dick like translucent honey.

He backed off a bit, and shoved his cock head next to Jett's hole.

He slowly entered him, and paused. He slid Jett's jacket bottom completely off his punk's ass, and pulled the hem of his own windbreaker over the band of his jock. I had a full view of that perfect ass.

He fucked Jett fully. His dick slid all the way to the balls as Jett started climbing the wall with his nails. Once in, Jett nearly screamed, but Brody ignored that and started a sustained stroke of long fucking lashes; in and out of his punk's ass. Jett partially stood so he could grab and jack his own cock as he got taken from behind.

Brody increased his pace, nearly pulling his dick all the way out on the upstroke.

Man, he could fuck! My dick was so ready to spurt – but, I pulled back a little to wait.

Brody slammed down hard. Jett said "Fuck!" and the teen digging a hole in him with his cock, lay his chest on his lover's back. Brody's hands latched onto Jett's upper arms. He fucked him deep again, and said right into Jett's ear, "You ready to cum, baby?"

"Un-huh," Jett moaned. He pivoted his head and Brody deposited his tongue in the punk's mouth. As they kissed – as Brody's stroke pummeled Jett's staggering backside – I shot a thick white stream that smacked the shed wall over and over.

At the same time, Jett's fat cock flared hard and seeded the floor in spurts of cotton-colored jizz. Whatever Brody felt at that precise moment must have been sensational, because he stopped fucking, shoved his dick as deep in Jett as he could, and raised such a vibrating moan that the shed's window shuddered like a wine glass next to a soprano.

Jett stretched around and back. He put his hand up to Brody's mouth, and the football player shot a massive load in his punk lover's ass. How do I know? Because when he pulled out his cock at last – after they kissed long and deep for another half minute, while Brody's cock acted like a plug – the athlete's spunk slipped out of Jett's ass in a long drool like the one Brody had used to lube up his boy, only now it was not transparent, but milky white, like melted ice cream.

Their two semen pools merged into one on the floor at their feet, and they continued to kiss.

I shoved my still semi-erect dick back into my pants, buttoned up and moved away. Fuck, that was hot.