Moans of joy were coming from the other side of the partition and I could feel my own cock pushing against the fabric of my still unbut­toned jeans. Using my free hand I tugged and pulled at my dick until I’d freed it and it stood jerking and drip­ping in front of me. I grabbed a dick in each hand and gently started to jerk them off. The stranger behind the wall groaned and his pre-cum started hitting the tiled floor in gooey drops. I was beside myself with joy. Tears welled in my eyes and my cock had never felt so good in my hand. All these years I had wanted nothing more and at last it was mine!

By Spike

(Playguy - Vol 6 No 5 - 1981)

I hadn’t seen my father in almost a year and a half and I really hadn’t minded. He and I never got along that well and after mom died, we hardly spoke at all. We were always courteous and polite to each other but we didn’t have much to talk about. After I went away to college we exchanged our once a week duty calls, and Dad even wrote me a few letters. It was easier between us. At least we didn’t have to be together and wonder why the other one didn’t have anything to say. He was good to me and I guess we loved each other, though there was never any physical affection between us.

Dad remarried the summer after my freshman year so I spent that summer driving around the country just to see what it was like. Dad had given me a car as a graduation gift and he footed the expenses. I guess the newlyweds wanted to be alone and were willing to pay for it. Hell, I had a great time! Those truck stops and rest areas were hot! I’ve known ever since I can remember that I wanted men. I was just too scared to do anything about it until last summer.

I remember my first rest stop right outside Cleveland. It was late in the day and I really had to piss badly, but I didn’t want to get stuck in the end of the day traffic. I waited until I was outside the city and stopped at the first rest area I came to. It was still light and I could see only one pickup truck parked near the phone booth. Without thinking I pulled in right behind it and got out. My legs and back were stiff from sitting so long and I stretched, feet apart and arms above my head. My dick was almost hard from the long ride and the need to relieve itself, and it stood out plainly along my left leg.

Before heading for the John I noticed a guy in a baseball cap and t-shirt who seemed to be napping behind the wheel of the pickup. His head was tilted back and he sat motionless with his well muscled arms folded across his bulky chest. I didn’t have time to take in much more. Nature called and I walked quickly up the winding sidewalk and into the head. All my clothes were crawling up on my body and so I decided to step into one of the little cubicles to undo everything and sort of rearrange it all.

I stepped up to the bowl first though and let loose. The sound of my own water hitting the water in the bowl echoed from every corner of the tiled room. It felt so good to let go of all that stored piss that I really got into it. I listened to the sound of my urine pouring into the water below and watched with satisfaction the water in the bowl becoming more yellow, inhaling the pungent vapors as they rose to my nostrils. I smiled as the bubbles below me rose higher and higher and, forming into clusters, floated around the constant stream bumping into it and themselves and bursting, to be replaced by still more bubbles. Man, when you have to go as badly as I did, it’s almost as good as cumming when you finally do.

I breathed a deep sigh when the stream finally ended and stood with my eyes closed shaking the few way­ward drops from my cock. I loosened my belt and jeans and re-tucked my shirt inside and as I turned around still busy readjusting everything I thought I saw a dick framed by a hole in the partition. I didn’t hear anybody come in, I thought. But, I was so wrapped up in relieving myself I guess I wouldn’t have noticed. I watched, fascinated, as the foreskin and head inched their way through the hole until the entire cock hung down on my side of the partition. I could see tufts of black curly hair peeking around the uneven edges surrounding the lengthening cock at its base. A real man’s dick! It belonged to a man who didn’t know me and it was staring at me, daring me to touch it. I forgot about arrang­ing my clothes and stood dumbly, my hands trembling at my sides aching to just feel it, just once.

“Go ahead, man!” came the hoarse whisper from the other side of the wall. “Go ahead, and do it.” I jumped, terrified! What if someone should walk in, what if someone should find out, what if … . Ah, shit! What if my ass! I wanted it, why shouldn’t I have it? My shaking hand reached out and touched the soft foreskin gently and the dick twitched and began to lengthen. I took the foreskin between my thumb and fingers and rubbed them together slowly, easily. Then I traced the veins running along the top of the shaft with my fingertip up to the base and then down again to the now uncovered head.

Moans of joy were coming from the other side of the partition and I could feel my own cock pushing against the fabric of my still unbut­toned jeans. Using my free hand I tugged and pulled at my dick until I’d freed it and it stood jerking and drip­ping in front of me. I grabbed a dick in each hand and gently started to jerk them off. The stranger behind the wall groaned and his pre-cum started hitting the tiled floor in gooey drops. I was beside myself with joy. Tears welled in my eyes and my cock had never felt so good in my hand. All these years I had wanted nothing more and at last it was mine!

“Suck it, kid!” It was a plea from the stranger. “Suck it!” That’s all I needed. This time I didn’t stop to think about anything. I went down on that dick so fast that I gagged trying to stuff it all into my eager mouth. Pull­ing off of it to catch my breath didn’t stop me. If I couldn’t get it all in just then I’d play with it a while. I’d always wanted a man’s dick to touch and feel and put in my mouth and I could think of endless ways to explore this rock hard tool. I ran my tongue all over the satiny skin, slick now with my saliva. I licked the shaft and head all over like this meat facing me was an ice cream cone piled with my favorite flavors.

The more used to its size I became, the more anxious I became to have it all in my mouth again. Put­ting just the head of the throbbing member in first, I closed my lips tightly around it and began inch by inch to swallow it. I’d gotten about two thirds of the way to the hairy base when the man behind the wall seemed to collapse against it as he shoved his cock deep into my throat and filled my mouth with the sweet­est heavy cream I’d ever tasted. I swallowed slowly savoring each drop as it oozed down my throat and try­ing to keep it on my tongue as long as I could before the next shot of cum hit my taste buds.

I wallowed in the whole experi­ence and my cock took only a few strokes before I, too, shot my own explo­sion of cum that splashed out of the head of my dick and splattered all over the wall separating us, the floor, my jeans, his boots, everywhere! I raised myself up onto the toilet stool and caught my breath. I didn’t notice the stranger pull his cock out of the hole or hear the door open as he left. I pulled myself together and headed for my car. When I got outside, the pickup had vanished. I smiled to myself remembering that night in my motel room beating off every time I remembered the feeling and taste of that man’s dick in my mouth and the culmination of all that pent up yearn­ing gushing all over that little cubicle.

My dick was hard as I came out of my reverie just in time to see my turn off sign. Damn! I was hoping I could get a lot more fucking and sucking in this summer. I’d planned to spend the vacation with some gay friends from school, but Dad wanted me and my new stepmother to get acquainted. It seemed she had a couple of kids of her own and we were going to be one happy family all summer. Christ! My hand was going to get calloused out here in the country with nothing to do and absolutely no place to go for what I needed. I’d done everything I could think of to get out of this, but Dad had insisted. Maybe, I thought, he’ll get tired of having me around so much and let me salvage part of the summer for myself.

It was dark when I pulled up in front of our old summer house. I’d had lots of fun here when I was little, but the prospects for this season seemed dull at best. Everyone else was there when I arrived. Thelma was pleasant and acted really happy to see me. I remembered her vaguely since I’d only met her a few times while she and Dad were dating. I’d never met her kids though, and was surprised to meet her daughter who had just graduated from college and her son Greg who was two months older than I was and, like me, going into his third year of college. After dinner Thelma explained that Susan, her daughter, would be sleeping in the other bedroom upstairs and that she knew us two boys wouldn’t mind sharing the bedroom downstairs. It would make it easier for us to get to know each other, she promised.

It was late and everyone was tired from traveling, so the conversation in the living room didn’t last too long. Greg was a fucking hot hump! About my size, he was a little broader in the shoulders, and judging from the bulge in his jeans, also a little bigger there than I am. Jesus, I thought, what a summer this is going to be! Here I was stuck in the boondocks for the duration and, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to spend every night sharing a double bed with a great looking guy that I didn’t dare touch. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He was quiet, but when he spoke we all listened to what he had to say. He seemed much more confident and self assured than I ever felt, and as I longed to see what he looked like without his clothes, I dreaded that moment too.

Finally the moment came. Every­one said their good nights and headed upstairs leaving Greg and me alone in the living room. We sat there awkwardly for a few minutes and then Greg asked me if I’d show him around the farm in the morning and, when we’d agreed on the time to start, he excused himself and went to bed. I had gotten so aroused being alone with him that I decided to wait before hitting the sack. I guess the fact that my dick was almost hard just from talking to him helped me make up my mind to postpone making the trek to the bedroom with him.

What in the hell am I going to do all summer, I wondered. How in the world am I going to sleep with him and not touch him or give myself away with my stiff dick? All night I’d had the feeling that Greg knew what was up. Several times when I’d been drinking him in with my eyes I saw him notice my stare and each time he did, he merely looked down at the floor or at some object in the room. He had to know and he was probably very nervous about spending his summer with a gay step-brother that he didn’t even know.

When I reached the bedroom Greg was already in bed and on his side facing the wall opposite the door. I was grateful for that, but I wished I’d owned some underwear or pajamas. I had no choice but to turn out the light, strip and crawl into bed naked. I tried to be as quiet as I could in case he was asleep, but as I settled in on my side facing away from him he mumbled good night and rolled onto his back. As he moved I could feel his skin brush my ass and realized that he was naked too. Give me a break, I thought to myself and, not daring to move, finally dozed fit­fully. I guess I fell into a pretty good sleep eventually, because I woke with my arms wrapped around him and my stiff dick poking between his legs.

Greg must have been sound asleep, because he didn’t move at all as I extricated myself slowly and rolled as silently over to the other side of the bed as I could. The night was a misery. I woke once to find Greg wrapped in much the same position around me that I had been with him. His leg was thrown over my legs and I could feel the head of his dick poking around my asshole. I lay there trying to keep my breathing even, afraid to move and wake him. When morning came, I woke drenched with sweat and feeling as though I hadn’t slept at all.

I eased myself out of bed and hit the shower. I felt a little better when I’d finished my morning routine and returned to get dressed. As I dressed I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Greg. He was still asleep and had thrown the light blanket and sheet off. He lay there on his stomach completely exposing one of the most beautifully rounded and cream colored asses I have ever seen. His cock and balls poked downward from his belly be­tween the slightly spread cheeks of his ass and my dick was getting hard again.

Just as I was starting to pull my jeans up he turned over and jumped up with a cheery good morning. He started in my direction, his dick swelling with morning piss, just as I had gotten my jeans up so that all that hung out was my stiffening cock. We stood as if frozen for a mo­ment and our eyes met. Try as I might I couldn’t look away. It was as if I was mesmerized. I jumped as a breeze caused the yellow curtains to float inward and they brushed lightly against my arm. When I realized that we were standing naked in front of the open window for anybody who happened by to see, I jumped into the rest of my clothes in a flash and left for the kitchen and some coffee to help me through the day.

Breakfast was quick and we hard­ly spoke to each other. I could have sworn I saw him staring at me a cou­ple of times out of the corner of my eye, but I shrugged it off thinking I was getting paranoid about the whole thing. Greg kept me to my promise to show him around and we headed first for the woods separat­ing the house from the small lake shared by the homes in the area. Greg was full of questions and energy. I was exhausted and wanted to be by myself. We walked around the edge of the lake and I talked as much as I could, but he did most of the talking, and I discovered that he was really a very nice guy. He even made me laugh out loud a few times and I actually began to loosen up a little.

As we left the lake and reentered the woods, Greg spoke less and less until we were walking along in silence. I was becoming uneasy again. I was beginning to think that Greg had had second thoughts about becoming so chummy with his gay step brother when he called my name and, as I turned, took me in his arms and kissed me hard and long. His tongue forced my surprised mouth open and he explored every crevice and furrow of my mouth and throat that his tongue could reach. I stood completely still as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently caressed my chest and nipples with his hands and fingers. My dick threatened to burst right out of my jeans and right then, I could have come at any minute.

We embraced and kissed again. This time it was my tongue that did the searching and probing. Our breathing was becoming heavier and we sank to our knees holding on to each other tightly. We rolled onto the ground and the dried leaves and pines clung to our bodies and clothes. Our fingers eagerly sought what they had been denied the night before and we lay in each other’s arms, flys open, dicks hard and pressed together between our bel­lies. The smells of the woods and the odors from the water a short distance away acted like poppers and I was more and more sus­pended, as if in a dream. But, this was no dream. Greg was real and our panting, sweaty bodies begged for release.

We struggled out of the rest of our clothes and I started at Greg’s neck working my way down on his warm, trembling body until I reached that dick sticking up hard and proud be­tween his legs. I opened my mouth and swallowed it in one gulp trying to force it deep into my guts. I licked and kissed my way all around the shaft flicking my tongue into the small opening. Greg moaned with pleasure and grabbing my shoulders pulled me up to his mouth and we kissed again.

His tongue traveled from my mouth and burned a path down my throat and over my chest until he found my nipple. He gently but firmly sucked the nipple into his mouth and using his lips to hold the flesh around it in place, flicked his tongue back and forth over the now firm and erect tissue until I was clutching at his head and neck in ecstasy. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand any more he moved to the other and repeated his ministrations. I grabbed his head and pulling him away from my chest pushed him over on his back. Taking his ankles firmly in my hands, I raised them into the air put­ting his legs over my back. I once again took his cock into my mouth starting at the head where I licked all the pre-cum away and worked my way down the shaft until my nostrils inhaled the hot male aromas of his crotch and I could feel the silken skin of his heavy balls beneath my chin. I licked my way down to the balls taking them into my mouth one at a time and then both of them together, rolling them around in my warm, wet mouth with my tongue. Letting the spheres ease out of my mouth, I licked the back of his balls and moved my tongue between his legs until I found that puckered spot I had longed for all night long.

With a great sigh I kissed his moist asshole, opening my mouth and probing with my tongue deep into its recesses. I savored the flavor of my step brother and stiffening my tongue as best I could, fucked his twitching crevice with it. Greg was thrash­ing his arms and torso on the ground but he held his ass as still as he could for me. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer and raising up, I put his calves over my shoulders and spit­ting into my hand wet his asshole, shov­ing my finger up as far as it would go. With my other hand I rubbed the stickiness from his dick and mine all over the shaft of my cock and pushed the head into his tight, pulsing hole.

As soon as Greg felt my dick in­side of him he grabbed my hips and backed himself down on it. We fucked wildly, panting and grabbing at each other’s balls and tits. Greg wrapped one hand around his cock and began to stroke it until I could see in his eyes and balls that he was as close to coming as I was. I pushed in and pulled out several more times and when I couldn’t wait any longer yelled for him to come and then I shot into his quivering body as he covered his own belly with hot globs of cum that shot over his nipples and formed a glistening pool in his navel.

Leaving my still hard dick up his ass, I leaned down and licked every drop of cum I could reach with my tongue and used my fingers to scoop the rest of it into my hungry mouth. My softening dick slid out of its wet warm cave and we lay panting, ca­ressing each other with our hands and mouths. Our dicks stayed hard and soon Greg was fucking me for all he was worth and we came together again. This time we were both exhausted and we lay wrapped around each other until we slept.

I remember thinking, just before I dropped off, of my thoughts at first meeting my beautiful and sexy step brother. Jesus, I thought, what a summer this is going to be!