Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2010 13:57:38 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: The Highest Bidder "You said you'd do whatever you had to" Artie said. He stood naked, wet and hard as usual after his shower. "Get your mouth busy" Peter knelt on the discarded towel and learned the craft his older brother taught him. It felt wrong but that made it more exciting. The bedroom door was unlocked so their father could come in at any time. Peter's gut was nervous but his cock was dripping precum. He had felt his older brother's athletic body before when they horsed around, usually clothed. But there were times when one or both of them were naked too, grabbing, holding, laughing and in recent years their cocks hard. Artie showed him how to masturbate as soon as his pubic hair had appeared. That was years ago. He'd been jacking his cock constantly for four years. Now, his brother nineteen almost twenty and he turning 18, "it's time you learned about real fun" Artie said. He licked at the helmet, moved his tongue down the long distance to Artie's smooth shaven balls. Artie said he shaved them so it felt good when the girls licked him. He swooned now as his little brother lapped at the skin. Peter felt his own body as he learned how to give head. He heard his brother's instructions and much more satisfying the older boy's groans when he did things right. The thick cock had been slapped against his face when he was young. He even snapped at it then though he did it just to be playful. He was very young then. Now nearly a legally declared adult, he squeezed his lips around it. Inside his mouth he moved his tongue over it, feeling it, ticklling the swallowed head and moving his head up and down the stalk at the same time. His own cock seemed harder then it had ever been before. Peter felt the pain of the blood pushing against the constraints of the skin as he jacked. "Shit kid you're a natural, almost as good as me" Artie revealed the basis of his own knowledge about blow jobs. Peter didn't react. He flashed on the possibility that big brother Artie might suck his cock too..and that excited him more. Artie moved his hands to his brother's head, shaven nearly smooth as he got more and more excited. His hips began to meet each movement of Peter's mouth pushing his cock against the back of his brothers' mouth. "Open up, don't gag or swallow, just let me in" he hissed and eventually Peter's gagging stopped. He trusted Artie and knew the cock that was inching deeper and deeper down his throat wouldn't choke him. "Ok now get ready to swallow" Artie said. Peter felt the cock pull back and it's sperm shoot all over the insides of his mouth. He tasted it. It tasted like his own. He swallowed it. He had no choice. Artie held his head tight. He couldn't spit it out..he didn't want to. "Shit kid that was great" Artie looked at the obivious spots on the floor. "Looks like you enjoyed it too" Peter still kneeling looked up at his brother. He smiled. "Will you fuck me too?" he asked. "Shhhh man not so loud" Artie went to the door opened it and looked out. "Don't tell Dad" His cock was nearly as hard as it was when Peter first licked it. "Bend over" Peter bent forward and reacting to his brothers fingers sliding across his butthole. "Shit kid you're ready for it, you sure you haven't been buggered before?" his two fingers were inside already. Peter's butthole had dialated enough that Artie knew the boy was ready. "Just at camp one summer, once but that...." Peter replied but stopped when he felt the cock that only moments ago was down his throat being pushed into him. "God you're tight" Artie said grasping his brothers buttcheeks "I always thought you had a cute ass, even fuckable, hell some of my friends thought you'd let them do this" Artie grunted as he slid deeper inside. Peter thought about his brothers friends. There was Conrad, a tall blonde broad shouldered fellow athlete, who used to come to their house to shower after football practice in high school. He got to see the boy naked now and then and wondered if he did it on purpose. There was Zal Kenrick, a thin guy who had a cock that seemed always hard or just long. You could see it in his jeans and shorts easily. "God fuck me bro fuck me hard" Peter begged. Artie immediately began pounding the boys butt. "You asked for it kid" Shelley had come on to him once "You ever give a guy blow jobs?" he had asked once. "You got the lips for it" "Fuck you" Peter had replied then but sensed he should have said "yes" or even "fuck me" instead. "Gonna cum..too soon, but gotta" Artie said practically pushing Peter to the floor as he slammed his hips against Peter's buttocks. Peter turned around smiling at his brother. "Nice" was all he could say. "Shit. I wish I knew this in high school. Wouldn't have to jack off at all" he said wiping his dripping cock on Peter's face. "Got to celebrate this weekend. Be ready to go with me Friday midnight" Artie said as he dressed. Friday came. The celebration of cake, presents and family was the usual. "So Artie says he's taking you out for your birthday tonight" His father said. "Where are you taking him? "I thought I'd take him the same place you took me for my 18th" Artie said. Their father nodded. "I thought so" Midnight came. Artie drove through the town, over the abandoned tracks and through some equally abandoned warehouses. "Isn't this where the uh bars are?" Peter asked. "Yup one special place. You do what I say and you'll grow up this weekend" Artie said. "OK strip down" they were standing inside one of the buildings now. It was dark. Peter could hear the music. There were old wooden lockers where Artie was putting his clothes. He wrapped a towel around his naked waist. "Got one for me?" Peter, now naked asked. "No you dont' need one, be still" Artie put the leather collar around Peter's neck. "What's this?" Peter asked alarmed. "It's part of the scene, just trust me little brother and you'll have more fun then we did all this week." Peter had spent four days having sex with Artie since their first time on the past Sunday. His butt, jaw, cock, balls had never been more excited and pleased. He let Artie lead him inside the dark room by a leash, where rotating mirrors, loud music and a dark crowd danced, drank and mingled. "Now stand there, someone will win you and you just do what they want. Have fun, I'll come get you when you're done". The auction announcer interupted the music which was lowered enough so he could hear the bids. A white light shown on Peter, standing there naked with the collar and leash dangling from it. The bidding was loud and fast. An older man won him and took him into the darkness. "Ok kid you're my buttboy" Peter barely heard the words above the music that the highest bidder said.