Team
Killer Rimming
Let Max Decide.
"C'mon, Max, making a decision isn't nearly as hard as your dick," Jeff had pleaded. "Just tell me what you want to do."
"I want you to fuck me like a wild beast with your big, fat watermelon dick," Max said at last, "but rim me first...and if you'd rather that I play the beast, I'll ride your cock like I rode Coach's, like I promised I'd do when you made me your protege."
"That," Jeff said decisively - and Max had rolled over eagerly, presenting his lean, hairy ass to his mentor, with Dewey and Mitchell watching from across the pool.
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Max wasn't completely new to rimming, but his experience in that category of things that well rounded homos did with each other was much more limited than in most of the other categories he'd tried. Rimming just wasn't something that most high school guys knew or cared about. Even Landen, who was as in touch with his own asshole as anyone Max knew, had been completely disinterested in rimming, presumably because Max couldn't lick Landen's asshole and drive his cock through it at the same time - not that Max had particularly wanted to rim Landen. He had offered, though, before he'd quit fucking Landen.
Almost all of Max's experience with rimming had been with his two older half-brothers, hunky identical twins, who had brought that new trick home with them from college last Christmas break. The twins had also been the ones who'd first taught him how to suck cock and then how to fuck, first as a bottom and then as a top, though they had not provided him with his first, mostly masturbatory, homosexual experiences. Nor had his older half-brothers sought him out as their personal cock socket, to Max's adolescent chagrin. Instead, Max had had to seek out their cocks and demand that his brothers use them to fill his empty sockets.
Max had known that he was queer to his core since at least puberty, which had come relatively early to him, at age 12, and he'd been jacking off his buddies (and vice versa) almost since he'd started masturbating alone. By 13, he'd figured out that his stud 16-year-old half-brothers were queer as fuck and doing together some of the more advanced shit that he was keenly interested in trying, but which was still a bridge too far for his youthful j/o buds. He'd looked for his opportunity and then, just shy of his 14th birthday, Max had 'caught' the twins, then 17, giving each other head late one night when he'd picked the simple household lock on their bedroom door and burst in on them wearing only a (bulging) towel around his waist, demanding that he be allowed to participate.
Max had always been a big kid for his age, and he was already as tall as the twins, though not as heavy, which is simply to say that he didn't look much different to the twins from their other 16 and 17-year-old sex partners. Until he'd dropped that towel. Then he'd looked different. Max's cock, which was considerably bigger than the twins' own ample and nearly identical units (and those of their other 16 and 17-year-old sex partners), had been the decisive factor in their decision to take turns sucking their kid brother's huge cock until he'd ejaculated spectacularly all over their happy, smiling faces, and then under their careful tutelage, he'd given his first two blow jobs to the twins.
That cum drenched night had not been a standalone event in the brothers' evolving relationship; rather almost every night (and many of the afternoons that Max didn't have football practice) that followed for several months played out along similar lines with similar results, with the exceptions that (1) Max was an eagerly welcomed participant, no longer required to break in and demand his share, and (2) often on weekends one or another of the twins' queer friends would spend the night and exchange blowjobs with the well hung kid brother as well as with the twins.
