Part 4 - Exploring the New World

From time to time, between deep kisses with Mitchell, Brian would softly direct me in what I was doing, teaching me, telling me how to play with his cock, how to lick around the head, how to work my way up and down along the side of the shaft.

"Fuck, you're a quick learner," he breathed. I felt a pressure against my cheek and opened my eyes to find that Mitchell had positioned himself next to Brian and was waving his cock in the air invitingly. Obliging, I left Brian's and moved to my stepbrother's, practicing the tricks Brian had taught me. Mitchell quickly moaned in pleasure. "Mmm... That is good, Trev..." I felt good at their praise, and I attacked Mitch's cock with relish, my head bobbing busily between his legs.

"You want a little practice, Mitch?" Brian asked.

"Alright." Mitch and I switched, and soon he was moving busily back and forth between Brian and me, accepting gentle suggestions from Brian as he went. God, it did feel good. I began to lose myself in the damp pleasure.

Mitch had decided to go deep on Brian, and Brian grunted in satisfaction. "Don't deep throat too much. Save it as a surprise every once in a while."

Finally, Brian told Mitch to stand. "Enough practice," he said. "Let's get in a circle on the bed." We moved into position, and started sucking on each other, concentrating on giving each other pleasure. As my mouth played with Brian's balls, he lifted his head. "Use a finger to start playing with the asshole. It'll get us ready to be fucked. Take it slow." We followed his lead, and for the next several minutes we lay there, licking and sucking and kissing and fingering each other. We were in heaven, just enjoying the feel and taste and smell and masculinity of one another.

The next while passed quickly. We enjoyed each other to the fullest, taking our time, always brushing with orgasm, but never crossing into it. Our foreplay was long and sensuous and heavenly. Somehow, Brian even managed to prolong Mitchell's ejaculation. I was electric, my skin tingling and sensitive to every touch.

Finally, Brian declared that it was time to get ready to fuck. By that time, we had been fingering and loosening each other, and our holes were ready for something bigger. He handed Mitch and I the two smaller dildos, and we moved to a 69-position, playing with the toys, rubbing them against each other, and finally pushing them slowly into each other as Brian watched, solely stroking himself, his cock hard and alive at the spectacle.

When we tired of the dildos, Brian announced that it was time to move on. He opened the box of condoms and tossed us each one. "Heh," grunted Mitch. "We're actually going to use these things this time?"

That brought Brian up short. "You mean you two fucked each other without condoms?" Our blank stares answered his question. "You idiots. You don't ever do that."

"Why not?" I asked. "Neither of us is sick."

"There's a million different types of germs inside the ass, genius." He stared me down. "A condom protects you as much as it protects whoever you're fucking. Never, ever fuck without a condom. And always change it when you change asses."

Shaking his head, Brian rejoined us on the bed. He put his condom over his cock, and the scolding was forgotten. We allowed our passions to inflame again and quickly began rolling around with each other, breathing each other in. Finally, Brian positioned himself on top of my back, grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. "Fuck me," I breathed as I moved to my hands and knees.

Obliging, Brian positioned himself behind me. He looked over at Mitch. "Hand me that tube, would you?" Mitch got up and grabbed it, handing it over. "You fuck me too," Brian told him, applying the cool lubricant to my ass as he handed the lubricant back to Mitch. Grinning boyishly, Mitch began putting on his condom.

Fire began spreading through my body as Brian slowly, gingerly, inserted the head of his cock into my waiting ass. He took his time, letting my muscles relax. He buried his cock to the hilt within me then bent over me and waited, grunting, as Mitch slid his cock into his asshole.

Slowly, the three of us slid back and forth, frothing in our manhood. "Don't you dare cum, Mitch," warned Brian. "We've still got a lot to do."

We fucked, changing position, thrusting harder or softer. Mitch had to lay back and watch from time to time, or just lay back and let one of us fuck him, in an attempt to cool himself down. Finally, Brian pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat on my cock, riding me. Meanwhile, Mitch stood at the foot of the bed and lifted my legs, fucking me and letting Brian lean back against his chest.

The feeling began to overwhelm me. In a few short minutes, I was on the brink of orgasm. "Shit! Stop or I'll cum!"

We all lay on the bed then, taking a break, breathing hard. "Fuck this is awesome," sighed Mitchell. "I've never lasted this long."

"Glad you enjoy it," said Brian, sliding off the bed. He grabbed the large dildo from the dresser. "Why don't you two play with this for a while." He handed me the large piece of rubber and lay between us on his stomach. The thing flopped slightly in my hand. "Do me a favor and massage my back while you're at it."

"You want that fucking thing up your ass?" asked Mitchell dubiously.

"No problem," Brian replied. "Just lube it well and take it slow."

We moved into position over him. As I lubricated the dildo, Mitchell started rubbing his hands over the corded muscles of Brian's back. I wedged the chunk of rubber between Brian's cheeks. He arched his ass upward to accept me, and I slowly began to slip it in, stretching the orifice as I went. "Ohhh, fuuuck... Yeah..." gasped Brian in pleasure-pain as I slowly pressed harder on the prosthetic. "All the way in, you fucker. Right to the hilt."

Over the next twenty minutes, Mitchell and I took turns dildo-fucking our victim and rubbing his body from his feet to his head. Finally, we were easily sliding the fake cock its full length at will in and out of him, the foam and fluid of his bowels coating its whole length.

Suddenly, Brian told us to stop. "I'm ready," he said. "I want both of you up my ass now."

Grinning, we changed condoms and moved into position. Mitch lay on the bed, and Brian straddled his waist, easily sliding onto Mitch's lean cock. I knelt behind him, and pressed my head slowly up into Brian's ass, my own firm ballsack pressing into Mitch's.

Slowly, we started fucking again. As we developed our rhythm, I thrust in as Mitch pulled out, pulled out as he thrust in. "Oh, god" "Fuck, yeah" "Shit" we all muttered as Brian gyrated his pelvis slowly back and forth, side to side. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed his sweaty back firmly against my chest, competing with Mitch's hands to grope his massive chest, licking and biting and kissing his shoulder and neck.

"Aw, fuck, aw fuck, fuuuckkk..." groaned Mitch as his orgasm washed over him uncontrollably, his entire glistening body straining, his teeth clenching, his eyes squeezing shut, his back arching. I fucked harder, feeling his cock pulsate against mine.

"Oh, oh," gasped Mitch, pulling his rapidly-shrinking cock from Brian's body.

"Want to eat my cum, Mitch?" Brain asked between ragged gasps. Grinning boyishly, Mitchell wriggled his way down between our straining thighs until his face was directly beneath Brian's purple cockhead. "Jack it off, fucker," commanded Brian, moaning as Mitch's hands began savagely rubbing his cock.

"I'm close..." I gasped into Brian's ear.

"Do it, fucker..." I fucked him harder, my muscles aching with the effort. Gritting my teeth, I growled like a bear as my orgasm sprang up like wildfire, feeling my sperm fill the tip of my condom. I slowed my pace, my breath coming in gasps, sweat dripping from my pores, my body quivering from the exertion.

Brian screamed as I groped his body, and I felt every muscle flex under my touch. I watched over his shoulder as white semen flowed like a river from the tip of his cock down Mitch's tongue and into the back of his mouth, Mitch carefully but firmly sliding his hand back and forth, milking the seminal fluid from its fountain.

Finally, Brian's body relaxed as his orgasm subsided. Pulling myself from his ass, I moved around him and leaned down to kiss my stepbrother. We kissed deeply, trading Brian's hot, pungent sperm freely between us. "Give me some," Brian demanded, and we took turns kissing him, our sweaty bodies writhing in a heap.

As our bodies relaxed and cooled, we gently caressed one another, feeling smooth skin, exploring muscles and bodies once more, wallowing in our breathless masculinity.

Finally, extricating ourselves from one another, we began cleaning up the mess of clothes and condoms and wrappers, talking and laughing with each other. "I have a party at my house every month," mentioned Brian. "It's a sex party, people from all over the city that I've come to know over time. You two are welcome to come." We agreed.

So began my stepbrother's and my forays into new kinds of sex. We found out that Maggie, Mitch's girlfriend, harbored a secret fantasy about bisexual men, and our relationship with her drastically changed the next evening when she figured out what we were willing to do with each other. One day when we forgot to draw the shades, we spotted a young man across the street with his telescope in his eye and his cock in his hand watching us fuck. We got to know him, and gave him a special present the day he turned eighteen; it was a present that kept on giving as long as we all lived there. Brian's sex parties were perfect forums for experimentation and exploration and networking. While I soon found another girlfriend that has satisfied me emotionally to this day, I was never left without a source of sexual gratification. But these are all stories for another time.

So far, we've managed to keep it all a secret; mom and dad had run across the errant pair of underwear or forgotten condom wrapper from time to time, and a few hard questions had to be answered on the fly, but they assumed the normal oat-feeling activities and life went on smoothly.

A few months ago, Mitch and I moved into our own apartment, opening up for us a whole new range of freedom in our activities. We still strip from time to time, but the allure has begun to wear off. In the meantime, there's nothing better than having a roommate who's willing to suck you off whenever you need it, especially if they get to swallow.