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The lips of my ass were stretched and felt raw. They slowly ran up and down the length of the huge tool that had ripped them open. The long shaft slid slowly inside me until I could feel Jack’s curly pubic hair press against my cheeks. The initial pain was over, my body was becoming used to the invasion. I could now start to breathe regularly again. I tried not to flex my ass muscles; it hurt too much if I did. I could see blurry visions of Tony and Paul standing in front of me through the tears that had filled my eyes. They had been standing on either side of me, holding me down when Jack first pressed his monster inside my virgin ass. But that was more than two months ago; now I had learned to control myself. I wiped the tears away with my hand. I could see the huge grins they had on their faces. They both stood in just their underwear. Tony was rubbing himself and Paul was running his hand through the hair on his chest. Paul’s nipples were erect and the bulge in his jockstrap was bigger than usual. Jack was holding my cheeks apart with his manly hands. I could feel him running his thumbs through the large amount of hair that lined my crack. He pulled halfway out then slammed back into me. I let out a small gasp of breath. He pulled out and slammed me again. He began to quicken his pace but I knew he could last like this for along time. Jack had the stamina of a horse; the guy could last forever. This was the third time this weekend that he had fucked me; my mind began to drift off. I had begun to tire of Jack fucking me. I needed a something more; I needed to become more dominant. It had been Jack’s plan that led to me being in this position: bent over the side of my bed, ass spread and being fucked by my brother’s monstrous cock, while my other brothers waited for their turns. We had all lived on my parents’ farm in New South Wales since we were born. My brothers are all much older than me. When I turned eighteen Jack was twenty-eight, Paul was twenty-six and Tony was twenty-five. Our parents died when I was sixteen; my brothers took care of me after that. As the youngest brother they made me do most of the cleaning and housework as well as my fair share of the farm work. I didn’t have much say in the matter; they had me outnumbered. Sometimes I would get sick of doing all their jobs so I would kick up a fuss. This was a big mistake: Jack had a quick temper and with a few stern words would show me who was boss. The four of us look strikingly similar. We are all big guys, tall and muscled. We all have a deep rich tan from working on the farm. We are also really hairy guys. I have had enviable patches of hair on my chest and crotch since the age of fifteen. The last distinctive characteristic we all share is our large circumcised cocks. To Jack’s dismay mine is bigger than his by about a centimetre. He hides this shame by always telling me that he is stronger than me, which he is. Living in a house of guys being naked around each other was nothing out of the ordinary. Jack was the most carefree of us brothers; he would scarcely have clothes on when around the house. Sometimes he would encourage the rest of us to get our gear off. I would follow his requests with little hesitation but it usually took a bit more of an effort to get Paul and Tony to. I liked to watch Jack walk around in the nude. I didn’t think of it as anything sexual, he just looked so much like a man. He was as hairy as an ape and still in great shape. As he walked his cock would swing wildly, his balls would bob up and down. He strutted around without a hint of shame: scratching his ass, sniffing his underarms, playing with his nuts. He was totally comfortable with his body and his manliness. Even though I would never tell him this I wanted to grow up to be just like him. Growing up I would always ask him for tips on how to work out, how to shave, how to pick up chicks. I really looked up to him and he liked to show off how much he knew about these manly things. I never knew that any of us had large dicks until the first time I played seniors football. Until then I had had nothing to compare ours to, I always thought that we were average. After the game the four of us (we all played for the same country team) all showered with the rest of the team. Standing in the showers, washing myself with soap I began to notice the odd pair of eyes looking at me. I looked around at the other guys. They blushed and looked away. Curiously I looked at their bodies. I noticed that I was much bigger than the other guys. I felt a giddy thrill in knowing that the other guys were checking me out. It was arousing to have this power over them. Maybe this was how Jack felt when he caught me staring at him. I was a very sexually charged guy. I jerked off about three times a day, sometimes more. By the time I first played seniors football I had fucked several girls and gotten blowjobs off a lot more, even a few from guys. I didn’t care who was sucking me off as long as I got to cum. Actually, since I started playing seniors football I had found myself looking at the odd guy in the locker room. I would compare the different body shapes and sizes, the amounts of hair they had on their bodies, the size of their cocks and balls. I loved the way that guys act around each other in the shower. Some, like my brothers, and myself always horsed around with each other, grabbing guys in headlocks and whipping each other with towels. Others were a little more reserved, nervous for whatever reason to be close to other naked guys. I found this behaviour unusual; coming from my family it was perfectly natural to be naked together. Thoughts off men crept into my dreams; I still found girls attractive so I figured I was just going through a phase. Even so I couldn’t wait to after games and trainings so I could hang around naked with some mates. Football had been a passion of mine for as long as I could remember. The previous year I had made the State under 18’s team. I had been ready to go into the national draft, to play for an AFL team but we ran into some problems on the farm and I was needed to help out. I was told that if I kept as fit as I was I would be available to be drafted the next year. My brothers and I got along great when they weren’t making me do their jobs. Usually one of them trained with me at night down at the footy club. I tried to train as much as I could stay in shape so I would be picked up in the AFL draft. I would be almost nineteen by September and hopefully then I would find out if I were a chance to play AFL. It was late July when my story really began. It was after footy training and I had run a few extra laps before heading for the showers. Jack, Paul and Tony had already left for home. The rooms were empty save for a few guys. I took my usual place in the shower next to a guy I was friendly with, Scott. Scott was fairly good looking, skinny but with a bit of muscle. He was twenty-three but I looked much older than him. While I was tanned and hairy, he was white and mostly hairless. He looked like a boy next to my manly body. I loved to shower next to Scott. Since the first time I showered with the team he was in awe of my body and always complemented me on it. At first I just loved it as a confidence booster, it made me feel so fucking good. By mid-June I came to realise that Scott’s compliments were more than innocent flattery. I was curious about the idea so I began to act more friendly with him. I would touch his arm when I spoke to him, patting him on the ass after a game for a job well done; nothing overtly sexual but enough to send him a message. One day after a game Scott whispered in my ear that he wanted to suck me off. We waited until all the others had gone home before he got down on his knees and sucked on my monster. Over the next month things between us became progressively hotter. Scott would do anything I wanted. I really began to like the idea of mucking around with Scott. I found the idea of him servicing me extremely hot; there’s nothing like pure manly lust. Soon it came to the point when I told him I wanted to fuck him. He obediently bent down on all fours and I slowly entered him. It was in this position that Jack walked into the showers to catch us in, that day in July. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring me in the eyes. He said that he had came back to find his wallet that he had lost. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded. I stuttered out some lame response. For the first time in my life I felt totally embarrassed. He stormed over to me and gripped onto my arm. “Get in the car, we’ll talk about it at home.” I broke from his grip and marched into the change room, he followed close behind. My raging cock swung wildly as I hurried over to my pile of clothes. All I could hear was it slapping against my stomach. Attempting to pull a pair of pants up my wet legs he yelled at me again, “For fucks sake, just get in the car!” Not wanting to argue with him I picked up my clothes and headed outside. For the whole ride home I sat in the passenger seat, naked with my clothes resting on top of my now flaccid dick. Water from the shower still rolled down my hairy chest. I was breathing deeply, my muscled chest heaving. Jack would make quick glances over at me; I couldn’t look over at him. Jack asked me if this was my first time, I answered no. He asked how long it had been happening; I said a bit more than a month. He asked if it had happened with any other guys; I answered no. He asked if I enjoyed it; I closed my eyes and silently nodded my head. He stopped the car in our driveway. “Sorry I acted like that before, I was a little surprised that’s all. I arranged for Scott to be friendly with you to see how you would react. We never thought you would be this willing.” Jack placed his hand on my bare knee and gave it a soft squeeze. I sat frozen not knowing what was happening. His hand slid slowly up my leg stopping just below where my clothes were. I started to open the car door. “Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything wrong. If brothers can’t help each other out who can?” I turned around and stared him blankly in the face. “It looked like you were enjoying yourself back there, but you need someone other than that slut Scott to show you the ropes.” I continued to stare at Jack, not knowing what to say. “Well, do you want me to show you?” I didn’t know the answer. I was confused. I had really begun to enjoy fucking Scott but I never thought that having sex with men would become a regular habit. I tried to naively clutch onto the theory that it was just a phase but my horniness got the better of me. I nodded my head in reply. Jack let go of my thigh and got out of the car. I followed him into the house and into the lounge room. Tony and Paul were sitting on the couch watching TV. They turned around to face us. They smiled at the sight of me holding my clothes in front of my naked body. Obviously knowing what was about to happen they jumped off the couch. “OK Shane,” Jack said unbuckling his belt, “it’ll probably be best if you bend over the side of the couch.” His jeans fell to the floor. He was wearing a jockstrap; it was beginning to tent out. He stepped out of his jeans and took off his shirt. “Wait a second!” I exclaimed. I was losing what little control I had over the situation. “No one said that I was gonna be fucked.” “What did you think? That you were gonna fuck me?” “Yeah…well…um…I don’t know.” “I said I would show you the ropes. How are you meant to learn how to fuck a guy if you’ve never been fucked?” I had never had the intention of being fucked by a guy. The idea of fucking Scott didn’t seem bad to me at all but having a guy fuck me was totally different. “Trust me,” Jack pleaded, seeing that I was unsure. Now just in his jockstrap he walked over and took my pile of clothes and handed them to Tony. He led me to the side of the couch where I hesitantly got down on my knees. Tony and Paul, down to just their footy shorts came to stand either side of me. They positioned me so that I was on my knees, thighs pressed up against the side of the couch and chest resting on the cushions. My ass stuck out into the air. While Tony and Paul were getting me prepared Jack had gone into his room to get a bottle of lube. He returned to see my hairy crack parted slightly, nervously waiting for his cock. As he walked back into the room I looked back to see him. I had never seen him in this way before. He must have taken his jockstrap off in his room because now his cock was dangling down between his muscled legs. It was less than half hard but already it was massive. Big, thick veins streaked the length of it. A wild bush of hair covered the base of it. It swung slowly, weighed down by its massive, purple head. As he walked he casually ran his hand down from his chest, over his flat stomach and down to his cock. He squeezed the base of it with his hand, pulling down along the shaft. It looked like it grew another inch. As he gripped his dick, his arm bulged. I had never noticed how stacked he was; how small I was in comparison. As he let go of his cock he noticed that I was watching him. From the sight of him my cock stiffened and pressed painfully against the side of the couch. He smiled a big cheeky smile. Standing behind me he ran the tube up my crack, filling it with jelly. It was cold and sent a chill up my spine. He grabbed my waist and got into position. Tony and Paul grabbed my arms holding me in place. I immediately tensed my whole body up. They told me to relax, that it would hurt like hell but to take it like a man. I felt Jack’s head press against my hole. I couldn’t believe it was happening. At first my ass muscles were too tight; Jack couldn’t get inside. Tony fumbled around my chest with his hand, looking for my nipple. Timing his move with Jack he grabbed my nipple and twisted as hard as he could. I screamed out in pain. My face went red and my biceps flexed. Paul held me tight, making sure I didn’t back away. By the time I calmed down I noticed that Jack was no longer pressing against my hole, he was inside me. I could feel my lips stretched out beyond their limits. They tried to close around Jack’s tool but they found it useless. I clenched my face in pain. There was no going back now. I began to feel Jack push forward, my body made room to accommodate his size. Every inch that he thrust into me I felt like I couldn’t take any more. Soon he was two-thirds inside me. It was then that he began to pull out, then slowly in. He continued this for what seemed like hours. I started to enjoy the sensation, his strong, rhythmic moves. A big glob of pre-cum formed at the end of my knob and dripped to the floor. Jacks hands clenched my checks and he fucked me with renewed strength. He called out between each giant breath he took: “You love this don’t you, you little cock tease. Say you love taking your big brother’s monster, say it!” “I love it! I love it!” He fucked me harder. He grunted: “I knew you would. I knew you were a bitch.” He pulled out with one quick movement. My lips stretched back but did not meet in the middle. I thought he would have cum inside me but instead he pulled out just in time for him to deposit his cum right down the length of my crack. What didn’t stick to my hairs dripped onto the carpet. He collapsed his body over mine. I felt his deflating boner line my crack and his chest press against my back. His big barrel arms reached under my heaving chest and he squeezed me tight. His pelvis thrust back and forth smearing his cum over his cock and further into my crack. I could smell his sweaty body pressing against mine. He continued to thrust. His fury chest scratched against my back. The thick sent of cum wafted into my nose. He held me tight in his embrace. His manliness saturated my every sense, filled my brain with wild thought. Involuntarily I began to cum, my whole body shook and I gasped for air. Spent from such a strong orgasm I couldn’t move. Jack sat up and his dick slipped out of my crack. He grabbed his cock and wiped the cum onto the side of my ass. “Told you he would like it,” he said as he stood up and went into his room. As the door shut close Tony and Paul helped me to my feet. With an arm around each of their necks they led me to my room. It felt funny to walk. I stumbled a few times before collapsing on my bed. I was asleep within seconds. “Don’t worry Shane,” I heard Tony say just before drifting off, “the next time is a bit easier. Jack will get sick of you soon as well, find someone else to pick on.” Jack didn’t get sick of me, in fact as the months passed Jack began to fuck me more and more. Soon Paul and Tony joined in too. Jack began to get rougher with me, fucking me as hard as he could, stretching me to my physical and mental limits. I became sick of being just an ass for him to fuck. I discovered that Jack had set up the thing with Scott to see if he had a chance of making me his toy. He had done the same thing with Tony and Paul and some of the guys on the footy team. He had a reputation around the club of being very persuasive and dominant. It had all started with Scott. Scott had tried to crack onto the supposedly straight Jack but it backfired and Jack ended up making Scott do what he wanted. Scott became sick of it and agreed to find Jack a new fuck buddy but that was a few years ago. Ironically I continued to see Scott after training. As Jack began to get more dominant with me I began to do the same to Scott. I found great thrill in fucking his brains out, in him doing anything I wanted. By the end of September I was approached to play for a Melbourne team; I was to move there at the end of November. I was fucking wrapped. So there I was: Bent over my bed, ass spread and Jack’s monster sliding along my stretched lips. It was the night before I left for Melbourne, my bags were packed and in the car. I watched the clock tick down until the time we needed to leave for the airport. I had decided that this would be the last time anyone fucked my ass. I had not told Jack yet; I didn’t plan to. I figured that it would be at least a year before I really saw them again and by that time he would have found someone else. Jack started to build to a climax but Tony and Paul were still waiting in their underwear. “One last time,” I repeated in my head as Jack collapsed on top of me, cum dripping from my ass. -Hope you like the new story, I've got plenty more to come. Any feedback send to inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com. Look out within the next few weeks for part 2! If you want to be told when a new story is up send me a message.