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Tales of a Hustler---Me and lil Bro---The Best Summer Ever
Summer had arrived non too soon, as usual. I never cared for the colder months. Fuck some snow---I can see it on TV.
Out on summer break, my lil Bro Dustin had called and said he really wanted to come and spend some time with me. Only seeing him every few weeks at a time, the last couple of years had left him wanting.
I told him one night in one of our intimate bro on bro talks, that he really needed to find someone closer to his age. He had told mom that he decided that he was gay, and it wasn't just a thing—but for real. He told me he had fooled around a bit with a few dudes, but nothing did it for him like his big bro. He said from the moment I took his cherry, he had been helplessly in love.
Mom of course was ok with it. She always told us whatever made us happy. Dustin said that the football 'crew' of which I had left him in charge now, had gradually faded away, as most had graduated, got real jobs now, or moved away. Pretty much the same with the sk8 park---all new k**s that seemed to take care of themselves, and rarely had any issues. It was kinda sad in a way to hear that news---both things had been my 'kingdom' for years, where I ruled with a firm, but fair hand.
I told the bois in the house that Dustin would be coming this summer and they seemed pretty excited about it. I had told several tales about the sk8t park, and especially his 14th birthday, where I took his cherry. In spite of the hero worship, Dustin didn't follow my footsteps with football in high school. He decided he just didn't want all the crap that would come from being my lil bro, always being compared and shit like that. I had set a lot of records during my 4 years as quarter-back, and he said he could never live up to it. Instead he decided on baseball, to which I said that was great---his ass would look great in those white pants. He also picked up boxing, which I also did in high school. He excelled good at it, and had the perfect body for it. Wide in the chest, and slender waist line. He had finally worked up to an 8-pac, like his big bro, and that buzzed cut blonde hair made any dick hard. He lettered in baseball, and prolly was his own proudest moment when he got that jacket. I was called in by the baseball coach to award the jackets to the team. When I wrapped that jacket across Dustin's shoulders, he literally shuddered putting it on. I remembered my freshman year how peacefull he looked when I would let him sleep with mine. As we turned to face the audience, with my arm around him, he got a standing ovation. We hugged, there on stage, and the ovation got even more intense. It had been 3 years now since I graduated, but none of my 5 records had been broken—and now Dustin was starting his own strings of awards, with this year pitching 4 shut outs during the season.
Yep—the Dillion boys had turned out to be quite a force at at East High. I remember one time at the sk8t park someone muttering 'the notorious Dillion boys', lol. I was just happy that Dustin had turned out to be a jock like his big bro, instead of ending up behind some desk, and had engaged in things to keep him out of trouble. He was kinda border line there, and sometimes I worried about him. But he was still going to taekwondo, still skated a lot, worked out, and boxed when he could find somebody. He did take up drums—mom said put them in the basement, lol. I bought them for him for his 16th birthday.
I picked him up at the bus station. I decided I could put him on the bus both ways for cheaper and faster than going to get him, even if it was only 90 miles. I hadn't seen him in a while outside of colder months, so when he stepped off, in that tank top and 501's, it literally took my breath away. Holy fuck what a stud ! He had gotten tired of his mohawk that I gave him on his 14th birthday, and shaved it all down to a buzz cut. Like me, he had been free-ballin since that same birthday when I told him he was too old now for FTL's, lol. And again like me, there was no hiding that rod going down his right leg. His shoulders and upper arms exploded from the just too tight tank. He had that size where nothing fit---I called it med and a half, lol. Between the brick red tan, and the flashing white smile as he stepped off the last step, I thought I was going to cream right there. I wondered if this was how people saw me for the first time. Except for the 5 year span, we were almost twins. He never got quite as big as me—but only inches behind. Coming in at an even 6', and 175 lbs. The boxing kept him super slim, only 4% body fat, but still poppin muscles everywhere. He was hard and cut to a razor edge. He finished growing dick at about 9 ½”, only one shy of mine.
His feet quit at a size 12, and sometimes 12 ½, depending on the cut. Course known only to a few, including myself, that ass was pretty much as bushy as mine ---and yes, I loved sticking my tongue in it.
There had been a few nights over the last 3 years where I just lay in bed thinking about him. Smelling my own pits, and then reminiscing the scent of his fresh boi crack would always bone me up, and I would have to take dick in hand for 'absolution' .
Well damm---guess ya'll want some sex huh ??
We get back to the pad where the guys had set up the grill for the first time this season. They had hung a banner that said 'welcome Dustin'. I didn't know they were planning that, and was touched by it. Conner—that was the dude that took me home that night I stood up on the bar and nutted on everybody—was manning the grill. Nobody could turn out a burger like him. I think he jacked off on them lmao.
From that first night at the crib, he had taken a liking to me. We ended up fucking a few times, but usually I kept my distance. It was only a rule for myself— to leave the boys alone, and just be there for them for guidance, tips, 'big brother' stuff.
As we walked into the common area, It was Conner that first spoke out--”goddamm --what a fuckin stud ! Are all you Dillion boys like this “? Dustin grinned, kinda, shyly, and shook hands with Conner and a few of the others. Connor went on with “I aint shy either—I,d jump between you two anytime” It was a far cry from the shy compact dude that brought me home drunk and high one night, and basically put me to bed. He climbed in with me as I dozed off. I remember waking the next morning with a very hard dick rubbing up on my hairy crack, and an arm d****d over my waist, resting his hand on my belly. But anyway----
We all partied the afternoon away. Most of the bois came and went through the evening and night. It was a Saturday, so they each went out to make a quick buck. Conner stayed on the grill nearly 4 hours slinging burgers and dogs. There came to be a lot of dope smoking, and by midnight there was a lot of fucked up young meat in the house. If a trick had walked in at that moment, probably any fantasy he could have dreamed up could have been obtained. The talk, and bragging got bigger and looser----hustler's stories are often as 'big' as fishing stories---and if you take a hustler fishing---oh my fuckin god. Finally all the attention was on Dustin. I was afraid this would happen. They started teasing him about his bushy pits, and big muscles, and how strong he was. Clay went on with the massive rod that was trying to escape from his 501's. Like me , the dope made him horny, and there was no hiding that missile.
More drunk now, Dustin began to dance to the music, gyrating his hips, and grabbing his dick and rubbing it to the cheers and whistles of the bois. He was so fuckin hot---shirtless, barefoot, and tan. Vanilla Ice was crooning out 'Under Pressure'--one of my all time favorites. “Where did he learn to dance like that” ?? I would have to have a talk with him later. He quickly came out of his jeans, wearing nothing but a cock ring, and half hard, the bois were really getting turned on. I remembered telling them they were str8, and they just replied not tonight. As they began to put there hands on Dustin, and rubbing up and down his hairy legs, one dropped and started licking his feet. The other laughed but coaxed him on. Two others on each side of him were now huffing on his ripe bushy pits, now with sweat dripping down his rib cage. But no body touched his dick. They just kept rubbing on him like an Egyptian slave scene from some black and white movie.
I just watched from a distance—letting them have their fun. I flashed a few smiles at Dustin, hopefully to signal to him to have his fun as well, and enjoy the attention.
After about an hour of this it finally became more clear as to what was up. The bois had planned it. Not only was there plenty of beer and dope, but the punch that Conner had whipped up was spiked as well. I never found out what they put in it—they wouldn't tell me, but Im sure it was just vodka. Later I did learn that the weed had been spiked as well with a bit of coke.
So as the bois were getting wilder and wilder—like in that movie where the school bois were lost on the island after their boat crashed—two of them came over and grabbed me, and started the same treatment. Half of them were now on me, rubbing up and down me , just like they did Dustin. One of the bois grabbed my dick through my jeans, and just started stroking it. He popped my buttons, allowing my dick to hang out now about half hard. Two of the bois then started rubbing on my dick and balls, and another was now licking my ass. Finally a couple of them had dragged Dustin over, and put him on his knees. It became clear then—we were acting out somebody's fantasy. As they put Dustin to the floor, one grabbed my dick and aimed it for his face. Dustin, dreary eyed,swaying back and forth, was high as all fuck, but opened his mouth, and engulfed my hard 11” jock cock.
As he swallowed me down to the pubes, I arched my back backwards, and my head tilted back, looking at the ceiling. The spinning ceiling fan was causing me to become dizzy as I felt Dustin's deep throat flexing the base of my thick, vein popping cock. Someone behind me was again probing my hole. I saw that someone was eating out Dustin as well, laying on his back under Dustin's ass. He continued to suck down hard on my cock, and the tongue in my ass was becoming wetter and wetter. Someone finally spoke and asked Dustin was his ass getting wet as well. He replied oh ya, but they continued with the tease.
“What about it dawg—you like that wet tongue running up and down your hairy ass crack—does it feel as good as when big bro does it”? Dustin could only groan in some undetectable language that was interpret ed as yes. Another grabbed the back of the bois head that was eating out Dustin, and rubbed his face up and down in Dustins crack, with someone shouting 'get his nose in it'. Dustin continued going up and down my pulsating shaft, with each downward thrust putting my pubes in his face. Damm that boi could suck a dick.
The chanting started again--”You want it Dustin ?---You want that big bro jock cock in ur ass ? Whats up dawg---are you a punk for big bro ?? Want that cock to tear that ass up?” He started panting, almost like in a panic. His face took on a hungry look. “Fuck—fuck--fuck--fuck” they chanted like a bunch of crazed a****ls. It took no time in his fucked up state, to jump at me, wrapping his legs around my waist. He let out a cry, “fuck me bro”, and all the bois cheered. I leaned forward, putting him on his back on the floor, and slammed down on my lil bros hole, penetrating him all the way to his gut. “Fuck—fuck--fuck--” the chanting continued. I fucked my bro like a banshee, hitting his ass with all I had. Dustin was now screaming “breed me bro—breed my punk hole” Gawd he was turning me on. I grabbed him by the throat, and squeezing him hard, cutting off his air till his face started turning blue. His hole tightened it's grip on my thick cock head. I knew I had him . As I squeezed his throat tighter, his hole got tighter, and he now was buckin back on my thrust into his guts as he fought for oxygen. He fuckin luved that shit.
Suddenly I let go of his throat, and grabbed him by the waist with both hands. I reared back and gave him three more super hard pops in rapid succession--like gunfire, and then pulled out. All at once we both exploded at the same time. Rope after rope of thick steaming jock juice flew through the air.I shot over Dustins head, hitting 2 of the bois in their chest's behind him. Some as far as 6 feet---gush after gush going skyward from Dustin on the floor. Calls of “oh my gawd”, and “holy fuck” rang out as me and lil bro continued to spit unending strands of our thick jock snot, covering the bois in thick gooey cum.
Finally having exhausted our supply of baby juice, we both lay motionless. I had fallen to the floor during the explosion nearly passing out, and was now laying there besides my bro. Some of his jizz had hit me, and I was lapping it up like a puppy. Others now were following suite, and licking our cum from their faces, and belly's. It was an event of epic proportions. Later, I thought why the fuck did someone not have a cam- corder set up ??
Hardly anyone spoke—and the action chilled. Conner had shut the grill off, and most were just laying around now, some on the floor, some on the furniture, all sweaty and covered in junk.
The TV was still playing, and even the clanking of dishes could be heard in the background. The smell of smoke filled the room, and the crunching of chips and dips ensued, as the weed enduced high kicked in the hunger games, lol.
One of the bois finally spoke up and just generally stated that the plan was to go skating in the morning. Another responded with they would still be fucked up to do that. Dustin pipped in with did morning mean morning or afternoon. They all laughed, with no one ever answering.
As the room calmed, I got up and went to piss. I head one holler “save me some”. As I came back out, I reached for Dustin's arm, and softly said “the bed is this way” He grinned at me with the happiest look I had seen on him in a long time.
Summer had arrived non too soon, as usual. I never cared for the colder months. Fuck some snow---I can see it on TV.
Out on summer break, my lil Bro Dustin had called and said he really wanted to come and spend some time with me. Only seeing him every few weeks at a time, the last couple of years had left him wanting.
I told him one night in one of our intimate bro on bro talks, that he really needed to find someone closer to his age. He had told mom that he decided that he was gay, and it wasn't just a thing—but for real. He told me he had fooled around a bit with a few dudes, but nothing did it for him like his big bro. He said from the moment I took his cherry, he had been helplessly in love.
Mom of course was ok with it. She always told us whatever made us happy. Dustin said that the football 'crew' of which I had left him in charge now, had gradually faded away, as most had graduated, got real jobs now, or moved away. Pretty much the same with the sk8 park---all new k**s that seemed to take care of themselves, and rarely had any issues. It was kinda sad in a way to hear that news---both things had been my 'kingdom' for years, where I ruled with a firm, but fair hand.
I told the bois in the house that Dustin would be coming this summer and they seemed pretty excited about it. I had told several tales about the sk8t park, and especially his 14th birthday, where I took his cherry. In spite of the hero worship, Dustin didn't follow my footsteps with football in high school. He decided he just didn't want all the crap that would come from being my lil bro, always being compared and shit like that. I had set a lot of records during my 4 years as quarter-back, and he said he could never live up to it. Instead he decided on baseball, to which I said that was great---his ass would look great in those white pants. He also picked up boxing, which I also did in high school. He excelled good at it, and had the perfect body for it. Wide in the chest, and slender waist line. He had finally worked up to an 8-pac, like his big bro, and that buzzed cut blonde hair made any dick hard. He lettered in baseball, and prolly was his own proudest moment when he got that jacket. I was called in by the baseball coach to award the jackets to the team. When I wrapped that jacket across Dustin's shoulders, he literally shuddered putting it on. I remembered my freshman year how peacefull he looked when I would let him sleep with mine. As we turned to face the audience, with my arm around him, he got a standing ovation. We hugged, there on stage, and the ovation got even more intense. It had been 3 years now since I graduated, but none of my 5 records had been broken—and now Dustin was starting his own strings of awards, with this year pitching 4 shut outs during the season.
Yep—the Dillion boys had turned out to be quite a force at at East High. I remember one time at the sk8t park someone muttering 'the notorious Dillion boys', lol. I was just happy that Dustin had turned out to be a jock like his big bro, instead of ending up behind some desk, and had engaged in things to keep him out of trouble. He was kinda border line there, and sometimes I worried about him. But he was still going to taekwondo, still skated a lot, worked out, and boxed when he could find somebody. He did take up drums—mom said put them in the basement, lol. I bought them for him for his 16th birthday.
I picked him up at the bus station. I decided I could put him on the bus both ways for cheaper and faster than going to get him, even if it was only 90 miles. I hadn't seen him in a while outside of colder months, so when he stepped off, in that tank top and 501's, it literally took my breath away. Holy fuck what a stud ! He had gotten tired of his mohawk that I gave him on his 14th birthday, and shaved it all down to a buzz cut. Like me, he had been free-ballin since that same birthday when I told him he was too old now for FTL's, lol. And again like me, there was no hiding that rod going down his right leg. His shoulders and upper arms exploded from the just too tight tank. He had that size where nothing fit---I called it med and a half, lol. Between the brick red tan, and the flashing white smile as he stepped off the last step, I thought I was going to cream right there. I wondered if this was how people saw me for the first time. Except for the 5 year span, we were almost twins. He never got quite as big as me—but only inches behind. Coming in at an even 6', and 175 lbs. The boxing kept him super slim, only 4% body fat, but still poppin muscles everywhere. He was hard and cut to a razor edge. He finished growing dick at about 9 ½”, only one shy of mine.
His feet quit at a size 12, and sometimes 12 ½, depending on the cut. Course known only to a few, including myself, that ass was pretty much as bushy as mine ---and yes, I loved sticking my tongue in it.
There had been a few nights over the last 3 years where I just lay in bed thinking about him. Smelling my own pits, and then reminiscing the scent of his fresh boi crack would always bone me up, and I would have to take dick in hand for 'absolution' .
Well damm---guess ya'll want some sex huh ??
We get back to the pad where the guys had set up the grill for the first time this season. They had hung a banner that said 'welcome Dustin'. I didn't know they were planning that, and was touched by it. Conner—that was the dude that took me home that night I stood up on the bar and nutted on everybody—was manning the grill. Nobody could turn out a burger like him. I think he jacked off on them lmao.
From that first night at the crib, he had taken a liking to me. We ended up fucking a few times, but usually I kept my distance. It was only a rule for myself— to leave the boys alone, and just be there for them for guidance, tips, 'big brother' stuff.
As we walked into the common area, It was Conner that first spoke out--”goddamm --what a fuckin stud ! Are all you Dillion boys like this “? Dustin grinned, kinda, shyly, and shook hands with Conner and a few of the others. Connor went on with “I aint shy either—I,d jump between you two anytime” It was a far cry from the shy compact dude that brought me home drunk and high one night, and basically put me to bed. He climbed in with me as I dozed off. I remember waking the next morning with a very hard dick rubbing up on my hairy crack, and an arm d****d over my waist, resting his hand on my belly. But anyway----
We all partied the afternoon away. Most of the bois came and went through the evening and night. It was a Saturday, so they each went out to make a quick buck. Conner stayed on the grill nearly 4 hours slinging burgers and dogs. There came to be a lot of dope smoking, and by midnight there was a lot of fucked up young meat in the house. If a trick had walked in at that moment, probably any fantasy he could have dreamed up could have been obtained. The talk, and bragging got bigger and looser----hustler's stories are often as 'big' as fishing stories---and if you take a hustler fishing---oh my fuckin god. Finally all the attention was on Dustin. I was afraid this would happen. They started teasing him about his bushy pits, and big muscles, and how strong he was. Clay went on with the massive rod that was trying to escape from his 501's. Like me , the dope made him horny, and there was no hiding that missile.
More drunk now, Dustin began to dance to the music, gyrating his hips, and grabbing his dick and rubbing it to the cheers and whistles of the bois. He was so fuckin hot---shirtless, barefoot, and tan. Vanilla Ice was crooning out 'Under Pressure'--one of my all time favorites. “Where did he learn to dance like that” ?? I would have to have a talk with him later. He quickly came out of his jeans, wearing nothing but a cock ring, and half hard, the bois were really getting turned on. I remembered telling them they were str8, and they just replied not tonight. As they began to put there hands on Dustin, and rubbing up and down his hairy legs, one dropped and started licking his feet. The other laughed but coaxed him on. Two others on each side of him were now huffing on his ripe bushy pits, now with sweat dripping down his rib cage. But no body touched his dick. They just kept rubbing on him like an Egyptian slave scene from some black and white movie.
I just watched from a distance—letting them have their fun. I flashed a few smiles at Dustin, hopefully to signal to him to have his fun as well, and enjoy the attention.
After about an hour of this it finally became more clear as to what was up. The bois had planned it. Not only was there plenty of beer and dope, but the punch that Conner had whipped up was spiked as well. I never found out what they put in it—they wouldn't tell me, but Im sure it was just vodka. Later I did learn that the weed had been spiked as well with a bit of coke.
So as the bois were getting wilder and wilder—like in that movie where the school bois were lost on the island after their boat crashed—two of them came over and grabbed me, and started the same treatment. Half of them were now on me, rubbing up and down me , just like they did Dustin. One of the bois grabbed my dick through my jeans, and just started stroking it. He popped my buttons, allowing my dick to hang out now about half hard. Two of the bois then started rubbing on my dick and balls, and another was now licking my ass. Finally a couple of them had dragged Dustin over, and put him on his knees. It became clear then—we were acting out somebody's fantasy. As they put Dustin to the floor, one grabbed my dick and aimed it for his face. Dustin, dreary eyed,swaying back and forth, was high as all fuck, but opened his mouth, and engulfed my hard 11” jock cock.
As he swallowed me down to the pubes, I arched my back backwards, and my head tilted back, looking at the ceiling. The spinning ceiling fan was causing me to become dizzy as I felt Dustin's deep throat flexing the base of my thick, vein popping cock. Someone behind me was again probing my hole. I saw that someone was eating out Dustin as well, laying on his back under Dustin's ass. He continued to suck down hard on my cock, and the tongue in my ass was becoming wetter and wetter. Someone finally spoke and asked Dustin was his ass getting wet as well. He replied oh ya, but they continued with the tease.
“What about it dawg—you like that wet tongue running up and down your hairy ass crack—does it feel as good as when big bro does it”? Dustin could only groan in some undetectable language that was interpret ed as yes. Another grabbed the back of the bois head that was eating out Dustin, and rubbed his face up and down in Dustins crack, with someone shouting 'get his nose in it'. Dustin continued going up and down my pulsating shaft, with each downward thrust putting my pubes in his face. Damm that boi could suck a dick.
The chanting started again--”You want it Dustin ?---You want that big bro jock cock in ur ass ? Whats up dawg---are you a punk for big bro ?? Want that cock to tear that ass up?” He started panting, almost like in a panic. His face took on a hungry look. “Fuck—fuck--fuck--fuck” they chanted like a bunch of crazed a****ls. It took no time in his fucked up state, to jump at me, wrapping his legs around my waist. He let out a cry, “fuck me bro”, and all the bois cheered. I leaned forward, putting him on his back on the floor, and slammed down on my lil bros hole, penetrating him all the way to his gut. “Fuck—fuck--fuck--” the chanting continued. I fucked my bro like a banshee, hitting his ass with all I had. Dustin was now screaming “breed me bro—breed my punk hole” Gawd he was turning me on. I grabbed him by the throat, and squeezing him hard, cutting off his air till his face started turning blue. His hole tightened it's grip on my thick cock head. I knew I had him . As I squeezed his throat tighter, his hole got tighter, and he now was buckin back on my thrust into his guts as he fought for oxygen. He fuckin luved that shit.
Suddenly I let go of his throat, and grabbed him by the waist with both hands. I reared back and gave him three more super hard pops in rapid succession--like gunfire, and then pulled out. All at once we both exploded at the same time. Rope after rope of thick steaming jock juice flew through the air.I shot over Dustins head, hitting 2 of the bois in their chest's behind him. Some as far as 6 feet---gush after gush going skyward from Dustin on the floor. Calls of “oh my gawd”, and “holy fuck” rang out as me and lil bro continued to spit unending strands of our thick jock snot, covering the bois in thick gooey cum.
Finally having exhausted our supply of baby juice, we both lay motionless. I had fallen to the floor during the explosion nearly passing out, and was now laying there besides my bro. Some of his jizz had hit me, and I was lapping it up like a puppy. Others now were following suite, and licking our cum from their faces, and belly's. It was an event of epic proportions. Later, I thought why the fuck did someone not have a cam- corder set up ??
Hardly anyone spoke—and the action chilled. Conner had shut the grill off, and most were just laying around now, some on the floor, some on the furniture, all sweaty and covered in junk.
The TV was still playing, and even the clanking of dishes could be heard in the background. The smell of smoke filled the room, and the crunching of chips and dips ensued, as the weed enduced high kicked in the hunger games, lol.
One of the bois finally spoke up and just generally stated that the plan was to go skating in the morning. Another responded with they would still be fucked up to do that. Dustin pipped in with did morning mean morning or afternoon. They all laughed, with no one ever answering.
As the room calmed, I got up and went to piss. I head one holler “save me some”. As I came back out, I reached for Dustin's arm, and softly said “the bed is this way” He grinned at me with the happiest look I had seen on him in a long time.
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