Brother in waiting

Tracy was eager to satisfy my curiosity. Grabbing my
legs, he pushed them high into the air. His cock still
dripping with his slick spew was hard and ready. I reached
back into the narrow space between the bed and the wall and
pulled out a rubber -- I had bought them a few months earlier
in eager anticipation of this moment.

Tracy shuddered as I rolled the condom down the length
of his rigid shaft. Getting it nice and slick with our spit,
Tracy positioned his fat meat at my opening. The head of his
cock slid into the hair—lined crack of my upturned ass,
hitting my asshole dead center!

Tracy bit down on his lower lip as he pushed the head of
his cock deep into my tight shithole. My anal muscles seemed
to lure his thick, pulsing piston deeper and deeper into my
burning insides.

My tight bunghole twinged keenly as Tracy fed his
oversized meat deep into my rectum. “Fuck me, goddammit!”
I commanded, in spite of the slight pain. “I want to see if
you fuck as good as you suck!”

Tracy hammered his big cock into my ass with a lust-
driven vengeance. He didn’t let up until I felt the shaft of
his slithering snake swell with climactic anticipation. His
lust-filled eyes seemed to roll back into his head as they
closed, preparing for his release. The head of my desperate
prick laid in a pool of per—cum as Tracy’s organ spurted
forth his abundant load of man-juice.

Responding to the urgent demands of my eager manhood, I
reached down between my thighs and jacked off as Tracy shot
his load. I howled for mercy as my aching cock erupted. A
solid wad of gleaming white cum formed a surging arch above
my trembling body. It was the most magnificent display of
cascading semen I had ever produced! I was so consumed by
the raw pleasure of the moment that I found myself paralyzed,
in a state of breathless wonderment.

Exhausted, and for the moment satisfied, Tracy’s passion
rod slithered lifelessly from between my tortured butt
cheeks.

“Tomorrow after school it’s my turn,” I said, seizing a
hand full of Tracy’s smooth white ass. “Tomorrow this tight
little ass is all mine.”

The following afternoon I made good on my promise to
Tracy. By the time I’d finished pounding my big dick in his
sweet little ass, he was so weak he could hardly walk

* * * *
Tracy and I continued our sexploits right up to
graduation. As devoted as I was to Tracy I still longed to
have Cameron. I was disappointed when Cameron hadn’t been
able to attend my graduation. He had called saying he had to
delay coming home in order to finish up some special project
he was working on at school. I was looking forward to seeing
him. It had been nearly a year since he’d last been home.

After graduation, Tracy practically lived at our house.
We were snuggled together in the same bed, sound asleep, when
Cameron walked in.

Hearing the door to my bedroom open woke me with a
start. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about being caught in such
a compromising position, not even by Cameron. But it could
have been worse. It could have been one of my parents.

Cameron looked good. He had changed very little over
the last year. He looked a little more mature, but if
anything, he had gotten even more attractive.

Tracy sat up in bed, bewildered and confused, and I
think a little scared. “Tracy, I’d like you to meet my big
brother, Cameron. Cameron, this is my best friend, Tracy.”

“I’ve sure heard a lot about you,” said Tracy, obviously
impressed with Cameron. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
Tracy rose up in bed, allowing the covers to fall, exposing
his semi—erect organ as he extended a hand to Cameron.

Somewhat reluctantly, Cameron accepted Tracy’s hand as
his eyes dropped to visually embrace the cute blond’s
uncircumcised monster cock. While they were concluding their
introductions, I rolled out of bed and stood naked before
Cameron. My cock was suffering from its usual morning piss
hard-on.

I could see Cameron was very uneasy. “I hope I’m not
interrupting,” Cameron said, as I made my way into the
bathroom to empty my bladder. His tone of voice was
sarcastic.

“Not at all,” Tracy quickly replied, taunted by
Cameron’s disapproving glare. “I need to be getting home. I
know the two of you haven’t seen each other in awhile, so you
probably have a lot of stuff to talk about.”

Cameron’s silent intimidation had caused poor Tracy’s
lovely male flesh to wither into a completely dormant
condition. I don’t think I’d ever seen his cock so limp.
The head of his flaccid organ had crawled so far up his timid
shaft that it created an excessive overlap of foreskin which
dangled from the tip of his cock like a thick soggy noodle.

Tracy wasted no time in making a hasty departure. Once
we were alone, Cameron turned on me in a rage.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“We’re friends. What’s the big deal?”

“He appears to be a lot more than a friend,” Cameron
huffed belligerently. “I have friends, too, but I don’t
sleep naked with them.”

“So what if Tracy is more than a friend? What the fuck
is it to you?”

“Just tell me why,” he replied.