I've got two older brothers, Jeff and Jim. Jeff is fifteen years older than me. He did a tour in the service, got a college degree and got married all before he turned thirty. He's got a successful consulting business, but he says he wishes his marriage was half as successful as his business.
Jim, or Jimmy as our parents call him, is nine years older. He got married right out of college. He says that, although he loves his wife dearly, he sometimes feels sort of trapped. He makes a good living, but he feels pressured by his in-laws when it comes to a bigger house, new cars and so on.
I'm Joey. I'm the youngest in our family. I asked my parents one time if I was an after thought. They were appalled that I might think that. But Dad said they hit a pretty rough patch a couple of years after Jimmy was born. They decide to have another child when he and mom felt they could provide a secure home and future for a larger family.
Anyway, I've always been happy and I think none of us really understand all that our parents went through for us and fully appreciate all that they've done for us. I've been trying to give back to my family whatever I can whenever I am able.
Right after I came home from my second year of college. Dad and Mom went on vacation. I had lined up a summer job and after nine months of part-time work, full time school and a couple of house mates who were sometimes difficult to live with, I was enjoying the calm and quiet of being alone.
On Friday evening, Jeff called. He said that since he and I hadn't had a chance to visit since I got home from school, he wondered if it was o.k. if they came over Saturday afternoon. I said 'sure' and come over at lunch time. I'd fill the fridge with brews and we could grill some burgers or brats and talk our heads off.
Just a couple minutes after noon, Jeff's car pulled into the drive. I was surprised when he and Jim got out. Their wives weren't with them. They came into the backyard and I handed each of them a brew. Jeff grinned, "That's what I like about you, Joey. You're efficient and you sure know how to make a person feel welcome."
"Where's Beth and Helene?"
Jim chugged his beer and sat the empty down, "Helene went over to her folk's. She and her mother were going shopping for more furniture and she thought she might stay with them overnight."
I grinned at him, "You sound almost relieved."
"Don't get me wrong, Joey, Helene's a sweetheart, but sometimes she and her family drive me nuts with their materialistic approach to success." I must have looked puzzled. "You know, big car, bigger house, more this, more that."
"Have another brew. What about Beth?"
Jeff shrugged. "She has a headache. The usual Saturday-can't-see-anyone-especially-your-family-please-leave-me-alone headache."
"Oh, one of those!" Jim laughed, "I know all about those! Hand the man another beer, Joey. If he can't get respect, at least he can drink a bunch.!"
We sat around and talked for a while before firing off the grill. The cold brews moved steadily out of the fridge and the warm brews moved in behind them. We ate a leisurely lunch that was washed down with more brews. And afterwards, we retired to lounges in the shade to work on moving the beers from the fridge.
Both brothers got to talking about their wives. I wasn't really interested in their home life, but I figured it might do them some good to vent.
"You know what burns my butt?" Jim looked at Jeff and me.
After taking a long pull on his bottle, Jeff belched then asked Jim, "Has this got anything to do with sex?"
"Yes."
"O.K. What burns your butt?"
"Helene doesn't like to do anything different. Sometimes when we get to fooling around in bed, I'll go down on her." Jim looked at each of us. "But she won't go down me and that burns my butt."
Jeff belched again, "I always thought she was somewhat prissy and a cold fish."
"Oh, no," Jim laughed, "She's not cold. She really gets off on having her pussy eaten." He looked at me, "Sorry about the language, Joey."
I waved him on.
"She damn near suffocates me by clamping her thighs together when she cums and she damn near drowns me too."
"I'd never take her to be a squirter," Jeff laughed.
"Like I said she gets into being eaten out, but when we fuck," Jim looked at me again, "Sorry, Joey. But when we fuck she lays there without moving. She just spreads her legs, then lays there."
Jim shook his head sadly, "I hope she doesn't ask you if you're through."
"No, she's never done that, but she acts like it's a sin to enjoy sex. She apologizes for her screaming and gushing when I eat her and make her cum. I tell her I like doing that with her and she might like doing it with me. Then she gets all embarrassed and says 'nice girls don't do that. And that's the end of that. But it still burns my butt."
"Beth is like that sometimes too. Could you please hand me another brew, Joey?" I handed each of them one. "I think. . .," Jeff took a long pull, "Her headaches began when I accidentally tried to fuck her in the ass. " He looked at me, "Sorry, Joey. You're not married. You wouldn't understand."
"Accidentally?" Jim snorted, "Accidentally!"
"Yeah, accidentally. We were getting it on doggie style. I pulled way back to give her a long dick, slipped out and pushed it against her asshole when I tried to get back in." Jeff set his bottle down, "Ever since then, its' been down hill in bed."
"Sounds like you guys got some problems."
"You got it, Joey." Jim grinned, " And they aren't the kind you can take in hand."
"You got that right!" Jeff laughed.
"Me and my house mates have the same problems sometime. We help each other."
"You have problems like that?"
"Sure. You have a big date that looks promising. Nothing happens. You come home all up tight and horny."
"How do you help each other?"
I really didn't know whether or not I should tell them. My house mates might be pissed off if they found out I told anyone what we do.
"Come on, Joey. Tell us."
"Well, o.k. One Friday night the four of us got home about the same time and we had all struck out. 'Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, go on."
"We were sitting around drinking and bitching about our luck. One of them, Steve, said he would probably jerk off to get some relief before he went to sleep. We laughed and started talking about hand jobs when he whipped his dick out and started jerking off. Then Terry joined him. It was pretty sexy watching them beat their meat. It really got going when Steve and Terry started doing each other."
"Boy, you guys must have been pretty relaxed."
"Or horny."
"Or both. What'd you do then?"
"Well, Kelly, the other housemate was getting it on too, so I figured 'what the heck' and joined in. I almost lost it when Steve went down on Terry."
"He went down on another guy?"
"Yeah. The next thing I knew, Kelly was pushing me back in the chair and going down on me."
"What did you do?"
I looked at Jeff and Jim and grinned, "I enjoyed it."
"I don't know if I could enjoy that."
"Jeez, Jim, a mouth's a mouth."
"I know, Jeff, but, jeez, another guy?"
"What happened after that?"
"I returned the favor and went down on Kelly. Actually, before the night was over we all went down on everyone else. We were more than a little drunk. And tired, but no one was horny anymore."