The Bug

A further update on me. It’s been a while since Pat left; she was my tutor for the boys until February. She calls me daily offering advice, strategies, a way to maybe separate them but bring them together, brothers, sons, parents. I told her as I’m sure you’re thinking; “how the fuck, do you do that?”

I had a guy come out a few weeks ago to tune up bikes that were over forty years old with less than a hundred hours on them, but decades of dust. Yes.

I like to buy properties that allow a Guesthouse. In my County and those around me, you can add a one thousand square foot guest house on five acres. I bought this one a few years ago because of the positioning; thinking I’d build a mother-in-law house in the back.

It’s becoming a thing, where people who are well off, take care of their parents but giving them independence and they enjoy the same. It’s a moneymaker. That’s where I come in. I saw this years ago.  

There’s a big house upfront that I’ve rented out allowing me to do what I wanted in the back two-and-a-half acres. My boys.

It’s been hard, one eleven and the other thirteen; but in dog years. My little Robby. I have a mini on-site, took a few hours clearing a spot for the bus and moving rock. The boys have never ridden bikes. After a day I walked them through, first and second, gear on wireless headphones. It was fun.

We’d done BBQ on the outside grill then Robby walked off. I have a hip issue going on right now but followed him in pain. He goes everywhere with his guitar. I feel earth, life, shit around us; he does as well. I have a thing about trees and couldn’t cut this one down because it was producing its’ leaves; It’s children. A Grand, Maple, older than you and me.

I won’t bore new readers; so I’ll move on now.

Again, I hope all are well. I think back to before my mom died and she said to me, “I’m glad I’m old and dying, because, I won’t have to live through what you will.”

Whether it was her insight or pessimistic attitude, I’ll never know. I sure as hell never saw this coming. I feel for all my readers, some now having to deal with natural shit that our, Mother Ship, does every year like floods, tornadoes, drought. They say that things like this make us Americans stronger, bring out the good, the resolve. I truly hope for that.

I personally, have not been tested. I think I had it in October but got better. It came back in early January with a vengeance. I was loaded up with shit from my doctor and got over it; or did I? The boys are well and happy I am better but now I have this hip thing. If you can think about the pain when you drink something hot or cold that hits that tooth; you know the one. That’s what it feels like, except, you’re trying to stand or walk on it.

I have been using a disinfectant on the inside; ‘that’s what he said’ And the out. Ok, Scotch. I know it sounds like a waste at ten dollars an ounce; I know, but steam a hot towel and pour Scotch on it, then apply to the pain. It works. I guess part of it could be, my ingestion. The pills help but make me loopy so I only use them at bedtime. RJC      

He slowed his strokes on both of us. “Guys’? Addam? I had my eyes closed when you came. B, I couldn’t see you. Would it be weird if I got on the floor and did this so I could see???”

Now, this was kind of big. Yes, I’d thought the same thing earlier. He pulled himself from the bed without us giving any kind of hint as he turned and knelt between us. He must have pulled the lube from his ass because I don’t know where it came from; probably the floor. He ran a line down the backside of my throbbing cock greasing my balls at the same time, then did it to Brice.

He palmed our nuts kind of hard before sliding his long fingers up the hard shafts as he moved in closer for a better look. He smiled at me removing his hand then folded his hands locking fingers and went at Brice’s cock like a passion getting a positive reaction from B.

“Oh, Dude. Fuck!” Came from him in a growl and Chance smiled so big all you could see was teeth.

He gave me back his left hand and stroked in earnest as I put my hand on his trying to slow him down before I blew. I was getting close. He did slow; to a fuckin snail’s pace. He worked the top three inches in the palm of his huge hand, wouldn’t let me push up, just squeezed.

Brice was getting the same treatment; C working the top inch or two along with the head but slower than he did me. It was hot as fuck watching him on his knees between us, he was licking his lips, it was obvious he was concentrating hard on the tasks in each hand. This had been going on for a while and felt just like when Mandy would swallow my cock.

I don’t know if she held her breath or could breathe through her nose, but, fuck if she couldn’t do it for a long time. The first time I palmed her throat, felt how far down my cock went, and her reaction. She pulled off a little and I felt her tongue then she plunged back down filling her throat, and I could feel it in my hand. She started nodding her head in approval when I started thrusting, grinding, pushing down hard on the back of her head, and squeezing a little more on that full throat.

She could tell when I was getting close; this wasn’t the first time we’d been here but it was the first like this. Now I always came in her mouth but this would be the first time she wouldn’t be able to taste it. I tried pulling out a little and she was having none of that sticking one hand between my legs pulling hard on my ass.

I looked down to see the other hand go between her own legs and now it seemed I couldn’t be aggressive enough. Hands-free, she swallowed and I felt it. She knew and stopped with her nose in my pubes pushing my nuts hard with her chin. I could feel my cock, felt it grow, then explode as I held her head down grasping that full throat. Glad I got a vid of that.

Now I was getting lost in that memory because the way my tall bedmate was working me and I stopped his hand. He looked over at me because his eyes were glued on Brice. “Let it rest a minute. Please.” And there was that smile with a nod; his attention going back to our muscled friend.

I thought it strange that his dick was drooling like a dog looking at a bone. He wasn’t getting jacked off, didn’t have a hand making him so… wet, it was what he was doing to us that was getting him off. I wondered about myself. Would that be me if I was doing the jacking getting nothing in return? Was it the fact he was so close to our cocks, close enough to smell them. Would that be me?

His hand had started moving again and I knew my rest hadn’t been nearly long enough. I was going to fuckin explode. “You better open your eyes, Stretch.”

He took his right hand from B moving his left around my nuts and shaft using his right with long firm strokes. He must have felt my first contraction because his hand-cock-ring tightened as I looked down seeing nothing cuming out when I felt the second and third wave; still, nothing and it was getting painful.

He came all the way up till my head popped from the bottom of his hand then right back down and he let up on my balls. The first one hurt the worst. A wad of cum so big I’m sure it cleaned that pipe as our big eyes watched it fly over my head. And Chance said, ‘yes,’ seeing what he produced or pulled from me.

The fingers tightened around my balls and shaft again; Brice leaned over to watch. Five or six long strokes and my buddy let number two fly and they laughed at me or each other. A splat hit my forehead so hard, such velocity, it just kind of exploding, dripping over my eyes, nose, and onto my lips. My fingers went to my eyes trying to see when the third came.

Chance had pulled my dick up and we all watched as ten spews came from my cannon like the first and his face was only inches away. It was an epic… fuckin… cum.

My stomach was coated in white cream along with his hand, then he smeared it up my chest only to squeeze my nipple so hard till it slid from his slimy fingers. And I watched him shoot hitting himself under the chin. He came from jacking me.

His attention turned back to Brice and his wet cock; drops dribbling over his head and shaft. Chance was on a mission, wanting our muscled friend to get off as I did. He was now on his knees between B’s legs that had spread allowing a, better angel.

Chancellor was mesmerized, the sounds B was making, how his cock reacted, and I saw Chance do to him as he had me. His long thumb and fingers curled under his balls, incorporating the shaft, squeezing. I could tell from the way his head fell back. Now came something new.

“You like that, big guy?” He asked. It was an aggressive tone.

“You like the way my hand goes around your monster cock?” Chance asked and Brice nodded.

“Answer me,” C demanded.

“Yes, I fuckin love it, Ok?”  Brice whimpered.

“Fuck my hand. Fuck my hand with that fat cock. These balls are huge.” And he squeezed as Brice started an upward swing.

The way he pulled them up, I could see veins, the size of them seemed bigger than mine. His face contorted, I knew what he was feeling, knew it’d hurt him, like it did me, and I wondered if he’d really shoot. He had tons of cum but it just rolled over my fingers earlier. My question was answered.

“Should I let him cum, A?” He asked looking over at me with an evil smile.

“Should I let you cum, Brice? You want to cum, don’t you? Answer me.” And I could see him squeezing those balls.

“YES. I… Want. To. Fuckin. Cum. You bitch.” And he did.

Chancellor went back on his heels still jacking us, smearing cum on our fronts. He stood with a look of accomplishment on his face walking to the pot of water wetting two rags and returning to clean us up.

He seemed oblivious covered with his own cum that was trailing its way through the contours of his smooth front and dripping from his balls. He smiled as he looked at me, a dimpled smile. “You’re so funny, Addam.” As he ran a rag over my face.

He turned his attention to my covered front sopping the cream then twisted my nipple as I stretched out. Now Brice was the object that was being eyed as he started doing to him what he had me. “And you, Mr. Cum Factory!” He said to B with a bigger smile.

When finished he plopped between us never cleaning himself. “Guy’s? I have to be honest; That’s the most fuckin fun I have ever had.” We acknowledged his statement with our heads leaning back.

“Guy’s? Can I show you something?” He asked finger painting with his own cum. “Don’t be mad.”

We both looked at him as he did a forward crunch taking the head and about an inch of his own dick into his mouth. Now Brice and I were leaning up trying, wanting, a better vantage point because really, how often do you get to see something like that?

Now there was no way I could be mad at him, jealous, yes. But only because I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried, what guy hasn’t?

He spent a minute doing that without looking at us then leaned back. “There’s more.” He said still not looking at us.

It took a second to register; “How? How, in the fuck, could there be more?” I asked for myself, and I guess, Brice?

He scooted down a little bringing his feet up flat on the bed. He made a swipe with that cock under his balls pulling them aside then pushed it under himself; like between his cheeks. Now Brice and I needed a closer look finding ourselves between his legs as his hole opened for a little more than he took in his mouth.

I grabbed the broom handle from his hand and worked it. This was hot as fuckin, fuck! I pulled harder, wanting more length, something more to shove in his ass. His three quarter mast dick was plumping making it more difficult when he grabbed it shaking his head back and forth.

“It hurts when it gets too hard.” I just looked at him in awe.

He was now completely hard, the length reaching way beyond his bellybutton resting on his, still, slimy, stomach.

“You… are… a… fuckin… freak… Dude. You said you’d never had a blowjob.” I exclaimed still on the floor.

“Really Addam? Really? Does it count when you suck your own cock? Is, that, really, a blowjob?” His look was serious.

The question was valid if you were a guy who could do that. Does it make you gay, to suck a cock; even if it’s yours? And I thought about it. He had a point. What constitutes a blowjob??? Is it when someone sucks your dick??? Does that include the owner of ‘said cock’??? Does it make you gay?

But if we were to, debate??? I think I could make an argument. But then there was the other thing.

“I knew you guys would be mad. You think I’m a freak; worse even.” And I stood in front of him as Brice sat back down.

“So??? Where did all of that come from, Mr. Cum Factory?” I asked pointing at his front. “Hold him down, B.” And he grabbed an arm and swung a leg over him.

“Guys?” And his voice got higher.

“I won’t do it again. It just happened. I didn’t mean to cum.” And now it was like he might be ready to hyperventilate.

“Don’t hurt me guys. Please.” And I dropped the rags in the water looking back at him over my shoulder.

I just squeezed one and wrung the other out.

“Guys? Guys? Please. I said I was sorry. No, Don’t. I tried not to cum but it was just, too, fuckin, hot. You’re… You’re… I won’t do it again. Don’t rape me or something. PLEASE?”

From your author:

 I remember a comment from chapter one or two, something like ‘we, haven’t even got the sleep logistics’ figured out… Thanks for that comment. If you have read all the chapters. I will inform you and keep track. As of the end of this chapter, however long it takes you to read ten thousand words. You are there.

Like at the start; I wish all of you well. It’s hard for everyone; I applaud all those who go above and beyond. I hear the term ‘Critical Essential. What I hear, as sad as it sounds is Critical Expendable. That makes me fuckin sick. I do have a HIGH HORSE, and I’ll ride it for a minute.

Through all of this I assume you can still go to the store, Can’t you? The National Guard doesn’t pull you over? You, can buy gas, get your coffee, and your Whopper with extra, fucking, everything, can’t you? I understand that the economy is tanked, people struggling, some family’s making more now, to stay home, rather than return to work.

My Governor extended us until the end of May, as many others did; I totally get it. I understand as Jay does; ‘What if we open and have to start all over again, in a month? How many more? How do I weigh this? It might seem like a simple question to a simple-minded individual; is it really that simple? RJC.