Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 05:36:04 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Teen Brothers Play Tarzan - Chapter 4

What is so weird here, is that Morton is going through a lot of pain, even
erotic pain. And it has gotten intense! Yet... he won't reveal the
whereabouts of his secret treasure. That's the paper were he wrote down the
2 things he NEVER, EVER wanted Kent to do to him. Morton clearly wants this
game to end, but why won't he surrender this secrets? It's just a game,
isn't it? Besides, those secrets can't be THAT bad or weird. They are
bothers, want's not to tell your brother?

Some of you are writing me to ask where to find Morton's photo in his
skimpy loincloth. And skimpy it is! OK, when you log-onto GayTies.com (it's
free to sign up), click on "Find Member" in the header and type in my name,
"Darkforce," then click on my photo albums. You'll see Morton on the cover,
trying to tie it on with a tiny bootlace.

OK, this is the conclusion!

Part 4 of 4

Kent returned to the oily loose grip-pumping, where his fist barely touched
his Morton's dick skin, and moved his fist so lightly and slowly up and
down.

THEN ... with his other oily hand, he used his index finger to rub circles
on his asshole lips. Morton went berserk!


Teen Brothers Play Tarzan

Part 4 of 4

With Morton still tied to the bed, Kent returned to his the oily loose-grip
pumping, where his fist barely touched his Morton's dick skin, and moved
his fist so lightly and slowly up and down.

THEN ... with his other oily hand, he used his index finger to rub circles
on big bro's asshole lips. Morton went berserk!

He was pleading. This time it was not for Kent to stop but for him to play
with his body.

"Oh fuck, please, Kent, please pump my dick hard, harder. Please." Morton
begged as he groaned and gyrated his hips. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Yeah, man, do
it to me! Please ... do it to me harder."

Kent loved his big bro to beg him like this. He never heard him beg
before. This is a new side of Morton, he thought. This is great. "Sure,
buddy, sure. Just tell me what I want, OK? Spell it out." Just then, he
pushed his index finger into Morton's asshole, but only half an
inch. That's all he was going to give him.

"OH FUCK! I need it, OH GOD, I NEED it bad, Kent." Somewhere along this
time, Kent removed the towel covering his buddy's eyes, but Morton kept
them closed anyway.

"I'll give you what you want, Morty. Just tell me what I want. What do you
want me to do, buddy?"

"FUCK! Just do it. DAMN IT!"

"What, Morty? Finger fuck your asshole? Is that it?"

"YES! FINGER FUCK MY HOLE! PLEASE, KENT, I NEED TO GET OFF! FOR FUCK'S
SAKE!"

"Oh, that. Well, sure ... I'll do that for you ... But I need something in
return." Kent said calmly. Then added. "Well, actually, that's not
correct. I don't need anything from you, but I do need something from
Tarzan."

`WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THE GAME IS OVER. YOU DIDN'T BREAK
ME. I WON. NOW, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, JUST GET ME OFF BEFORE I GO CRAZY!"
Morton yelled back, really losing it.

"I'm not talking to you. I'm speaking to Tarzan. Where is the `hidden
treasure,' Tarzan?"

"WHAT?!"

Suddenly, Morton felt Kent remove his finger from inside his ass to now
only circling the outside, teasing his ass lips. Kent's other hand was
firmly pulling on his ball sack, but not in a painful way. Kent placed his
thumb and index fingers in an "OK" sign, closing them around the top of the
sack. Then he pulled them away from Morton's body. This way, he pulled the
balls toward him without squeezing them.

Finally, Morton felt Kent's third hand playfully rubbing the head of his
dick. It felt awesome, all wet and slippery and erotic.

"What?!" Morton looked up with a jolt and saw that that was not Kent's
third hand. It was his mouth licking all over the head of his dick. Not
sucking it, not even swallowing it. Just playfully licking the sensitive
mushroom head and back and forth over the little piss slit.

Morton was moaning like crazy. He was trying to push his ass down onto
Kent's finger to force Kent to fuck his hole with it. But Kent would only
give him that half an inch.

Kent looked up, "Tarzan want his jungle hole fucked with my finger? His big
fat dick sucked with my mouth?"

"YEEESSSS! For fuck sake! YEEEESSSS!"

"Then talk!" he said. "Tell me where the `hidden treasure' is." Suddenly
Tarzan knew what this great, new torture was. Everything made sense now.

"Tarzan not talk."

"Oh," Kent said, "This is going to be so much fun to just continue for
another hour!"

"Oh, Kent, please! Please! You gotta let me? Please, Kent, I need to shoot
so bad!"

"Then talk. Tell men where it is, and I'll let you come!"

"No! I'm not gonna tell you! No!"

"Even for some of this?"

"Ahhhhhhh! Oh, jeez, please don't stop!" Kent was licking Tarzan's dick
like an ice cream cone. "Oh, YES! PLEASE, Kent! You just gotta let me! I
think I'm gonna die or something if you don't! Please?"

"Like I said. You gotta talk? If so, I'll let you explode. Tarzan, it'll be
so, so good. I promise you. Just talk, and then I'll do it all the
way. Will you talk?"

For almost an hour, Kent had Tarzan tied spread eagle on his bed. Kent
slowly and carefully teased and played with his very, very hard and
slightly purple dick.

"OK, OK! I'll talk! I'll tell you where it is! Just do me, Kent! Please let
me cum!"

"Oh, but Tarzan, the rule is -- and it was your rule, as I recall - that I
didn't have to do anything until I have your secret paper, I mean, the
`hidden treasure' in my hand."

"OK! OK!" Tarzan screamed. "It's under the backyard flower pot with the
geranium in it by the birdbath." Kent went to that hiding place, retrieved
Morton's paper with his secret torture, and immediately brought it back to
his bedroom.

"I got the paper but haven't read it yet." Kent teased.

"Oh, god, Kent, please don't! Not now. You said you'd let me cum
now. Please! You gotta make me come, man! You gotta!"

"OK, Tarzan, we'll see, but first, I am dying to discover the big secret
torture that will drive you crazy." Kent unfolded the paper. "Let's see, it
says. `The 2 tortures I MOST don't want you to do to me are continuously
pinching my nipples, sitting on my face as you force me to lick your ass.'
FUCK, you gotta be joking. Is that what Tarzan wants me never to do to him?
Really?" Kent said with great surprise and delight.

"OK, Kent, you won. Now untie me. The game is over. You had your fun."
Morton was so embarrassed for his little bro to read his note. No wonder he
put up with so much of Kent's torture methods.

"But Tarzan, I promised I'd make you cum, remember? I'm not going back on
my word." Kent said with a smile. And it was not with just any smile. It
was his devilish smile, and it freaked Morton out.

Kent, who had been in his underwear for the entire bedroom portion of the
game, stripped out his boxers. Now totally naked, he got back on the bed,
standing with his feet planted on each side of Tarzan's torso, facing
Tarzan's feet. Then he slowly started to sit down, aiming his asshole right
over Tarzan's head.

Morton saw where this was going, "NOOOOO! Don't sit on my face! NOOOO!" He
screamed. Morton was, of course, still tied tightly in his spread-eagle
position and could not move an inch or protect his face in any way.

Kent continued to slowly lower himself onto his big brother's face and
gently landed his ass on it. As he sat, he used both hands to spread his
ass cheeks apart to be sure his asshole was positioned right on Morton's
mouth. The first thing they both felt was Morton's nose right in the deep
part of Kent's bubble butt ass crack. When he was all the way down, he got
in a kneeling position so he could easily lean forward to give Morton some
air. Then he could straighten back up to sit more squarely on Morton's
face, taking away his air.

As Morton screamed, his now ass-cover mouth made his desperate cries sound
like MUMMMPH! MUMMPH! MUMMMMMMMMPH! Which felt like a sexy vibration to
Kent.

Morton could not breathe, and Kent clearly knew that by Morton's violent
jerking along with muffled the screams. Kent continued to sit on big bro's
face, smoothening him intentionally. He waited a few more seconds, which to
Morton must have seemed like minutes.

Kent leaned forward, lifting his ass off Morton's face a little, allowing
him to suck in air. He was so desperately taking in air that he couldn't
speak to quickly tell Kent to get off him.

 Kent leaned down and backward to speak to his bud, "Morty, if you want to
breathe, I want to feel your tongue licking my ass." He just said it and
quickly sat on his face again, never giving Morton a chance to argue.

Again, Morton jerked his body and struggled with the ropes but was tied
tight. Kent was not giving up or getting up. He was concerned, but he
figured his bud would start licking before he passed out. So he
waited. Morton stopped struggling and remained still, hoping that that
would get Kent to get off. He was hoping his stillness showed he had
surrendered. But Kent just sat there. He knew Morton's air was completely
cut off. But he waited.

Kent was thinking all along - and it didn't take a genius to come up with
his logical conclusion - that when Morton wrote that he never wanted Kent
to force him to lick his ass, it was because he really wanted to do it. He
wanted to be forced to lick Kent's asshole. I mean, why would anyone write
such a weird thing if he was not constantly thinking about doing it?

No one was keeping time, but maybe a minute and a half went by, or was it
two minutes? Yes, the thought of hurting Moton did occur to Kent, and he
certainly didn't want that to happen. So, he stayed vigilant for any signs
that Morton was in trouble. He sat there with his naked ass on his big
bro's face ... and waiting.

However, it was too long. Morton was not going to do as told, so Kent gave
up. He was just going to get off before his brother was hurt. But then, a
wet tongue was licking and poking along Kent's ass crack. "YES!" He let
Morton lick for a few seconds and then leaned forward to lift his ass a
little. Morton gasped for air. His chest was heaving, and he was sucking in
air as quickly as he could. As soon as he was able to speak, he was going
to tell Kent to FUCK OFF!

It was too late; Kent sat back on Morton's face, sealing off his
air. Nothing happened at first. No tonguing. But it did not take long for
Morton to begin licking this time. He was more deliberate, licking longer
strokes up and down Kent's ass crack. Kent realized how long he could go
without air and how his body started to jerk when he got desperate. At
least Kent knew that Morton understood he had to lick or be
suffocated. Well, that's what Morton thought. He was all tied up. He had no
options. What else could he think?

When Kent leaned forward this time, he twisted his head close to Morton's
head, "I want to feel your tongue shove its way deep into my ass hole." And
without waiting for a second, he again sat back on Morton's face.

Kent had a huge smile. He was enjoying a great tongue rimming up his
asshole. Morton stopped jerking or resisting. But was it because he was
threatened to have his air cut off if he did not comply? Or was it because
he actually started to enjoy rimming Kent's ass?

Kent looked down at Morton's dick. How could he help notice it? It was
right in front of him, and to his astonishment, that towering twitching
dick was fully FUCKING ERECT! He was not even touching it, and it was
bobbing and leaking. He was right; his older buddy did secretly desire to
lick his ass. To prove there was no force now needed, Kent lifted his ass
off Morton's face, but only about a half inch. It was enough to give his
ass-rimming macho brother a comfortable supply of air AND allow him to stop
the rim job if he so chose. But Morton stuck his tongue out even further as
he lifted his head - on his own - to lustfully probe Kent's asshole as deep
as he could.

It was amazing. Morton had practically sworn that the last thing he ever
wanted to do was lick Kent's asshole. Kent, who had been in the school
play, Hamlet, recalled the line, "The lady doth protest too much,
methinks."

Then he thought about the other "torture" Morton wrote on his secret paper,
which he ABSOLUTELY DID NOT want Kent to EVER do to him. It was to pinch
his nipples. Without delay, Kent placed his fingers on each of his buddy's
nipples and pinched. These were not pinches done with his fingertips. These
were painful pinches using his fingernails.

Several things happened in quick succession. Morton screamed, then moaned,
and then jammed his tongue deep inside Kent's
asshole... and... and... Morton shot volley after volley of warm man
juice. Pent-up globs of fuck snot blasted up and landed all over both
brothers. No one touched big bro's dick. It just exploded like that. As
Kent was about to get off him, he hesitated because big bro did not want to
stop. As Kent tried to lift his ass off Morton's face, Morton lifted his
head and extended his tongue out further, not wanting to be deprived of
such a wonderful asshole. Kent's amazement rekindled as he felt Morton
continue to lick and kiss all inside that incredible asshole that he had
secretly fantasized about for so long. Little bro, resettled onto big bro's
face but not heavily. Kent left a little space for Morton to breathe while
he rimmed. Amazingly, they both enjoyed the rim job.

Kent, who didn't climax, still thoroughly enjoyed himself and finally
lifted his ass even though Morton's tongue was not finished. Kent awkwardly
smiled as he stood beside the bed and looked down at his tied-up brother.

"OK, Morty," Kent said, "let me get you out of this before Mom and Dad come
home." He untied Morton, who then got up, dramatically shook his limbs, and
stretched in all directions.

Kent was picking up his clothes to get dressed. "Stop."

"What?" Kent asked.

"Your beautiful dick is so hard. May... may... I... I have it? Please?"

Kent was not really interested in more sexual interactions with Morton. It
was a game. Fun, yes, but it was over. "We better straighten up the room
before ..."

"Please?"

Kent was silent for a few moments. Then he considered all he put his big
brother through. "Sure." He stepped to the bed where Morton was
standing. "OK, kneel and open wide."

"Actually..." Morton got on the bed, on all fours, in the doggie position,
pointing his ass toward his little brother's stiff dick.

"Well, Morton, you worked on my ass. I guess I can work on yours." Kent got
on the bed behind big bro and lined up his stiff dick with his brother's
asshole. Having never fucked an ass before, he did not know about being
gentle, and he did not want to ask anything. With Morton's ass so tight,
Kent just pushed in firmly and continuously, ignoring big bro's groans of
discomfort.

"Slowly, please," Morton instructed. "In and out slowly. This is new to me,
too." The sensation became more sensuous and erotic for both boys but
mostly for Morton. "Ah, that's it. Just keep it up like that. Oh, yeah."

"AAAAAAHHHHHH FUCK!" And then it happened. Not only did Kent blast off into
big brother's ass, but Morton came a second time! It was
wonderful...mostly. It was a good educational experience. It confirmed that
Morton liked it... a lot. But Kent was doing it just to please his big
brother.

There were a few months where both boys had to digest unsettled feelings of
that afternoon's game of Tarzan and the awkwardness that came from it. It
was the last time they ever played Tarzan or any other capture game, and it
was the one and only time they had sex. Morton and Kent rationalized the
ending of such games as something they grew out of.

The brothers naturally gravitated back to each other, resuming their close
friendship. The only difference was that they no longer overly touched each
other like they used to do when they goofed off in the school showers or
elsewhere. The following year, Morton went to off college, and Kent began
seriously dating a particular girl.

Morton joined the Gay Student's Union on campus, better connected with his
true sexuality, and became somewhat of an activist. Through it all, Kent
and Morton respected each other and their differences.

Kent viewed his one-time childhood "gay" experience and the true emotions
explored with Morton as pleasant memories that he valued, though they were
never discussed. Kent decided to marry his long-time girlfriend when he
turned 22. He was nervous about asking his big brother to be his best man,
fearing his request would be rejected. But Morton was delighted, "Sure, I'd
be proud to, buddy." Then added, "And you don't mind if I bring my
boyfriend to the wedding? Is that OK?"

"Of course!"

The brothers smiled and embraced each other. They remained best friends.

The End

Thank you for reading, I'll post another one soon. And we should all thank
Nifty for this wonderful sight. Bruce Darkforce at gaydic@gmail.com