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Hi.... My name's Caleb and I'm a fifteen-year-old boy.... I guess you could say I'm you're typical teenage guy...I tend to think about three things: food, sleep, and sex, and not always in that order.... I lead a fairly average life in American Suburbia.... My parents are pretty well-off, and even after my mom died when I was little my dad has still been able to make ends meet, with a lot left over to make life more enjoyable. I have three brothers.... James is the oldest.... He's 17 and will be a junior in high school this year.... He plays soccer and lacrosse and is pretty good at both.... He's about 5'11'' and 135lbs or so with curly brown hair that he wears slightly long- just enough that he has to brush it back from his face every now and again- and blue eyes. He's pretty thin since he does so much running, but he's also lithe and toned.... He's a good older brother I guess. Next is my favorite.... My twin Kyle and I are almost inseparable.... I mean, come on, we are twins and all.... Apparently even when we were sperm and egg we had to stick together, and we've been together ever since.... He's my best friend and my brother all at the same time.... Like me he's about 5'8'' and 120 lbs or so with dark blonde hair that he keeps relatively short and green eyes.... We both have long eyelashes and toned, lean, smooth, and almost completely hairless bodies.... We're big in to swimming and soccer, and we do both as much as possible. Last is my little brother Justin.... He's thirteen and is in 7th grade this year.... He's pretty good sized for his age, standing about 5'5'' and about 110 lbs.... He takes after my dad the most, with brown hair that he wears spiked and Dad's gray eyes.... He's not bad as far as little brothers go.... He's in to swimming too, so he hangs around us a lot at practice.... He also does baseball, which none of the rest of us do, and he's a good student.... He doesn't whine too much, and he's not too bad to hang out with when we HAVE to. Well, now that you at least have a fuzzy picture of us, let me start with the real story.... It all began when my dad told us he was going out of town for a week on business.... He works for a pretty big-name law firm that handles a lot of corporate litigation and shit.... Usually it meant a lot of conference calls, late nights in the office, and a few weekend trips here or there.... These weren't a big deal, and usually my aunt (my dad's unwed sister) would come and watch us.... This time, however, some big client needed him to fly out of the country to help put together some sort of deal.... I'm a little vague on the details, but hey, I'm only fifteen.... I don't have to worry about shit like that. We were sitting around the dinner table on Wednesday night when it all came out. "Well boys, it looks like I'll be off again this weekend.... The Firm needs me to fly out of town for a while; probably for the better part of a week.... Do you think you guys can handle it?" Dad asked. "Sure," James replied.... "Where you going, pops?" "Bob said something about London, but with him you never can be sure, " Dad replied with a wink.... "He's not too good with that whole geography thing.... You give him a piece of paper with numbers and stuff on it...he's your man.... You give him a map...and you take your own life in your hands." We all had a good laugh at this.... Bob was something of a byword around the family and the office.... During the last company picnic the partners rented vans for a trip up into the mountains.... Bob was supposed to drive the lead car in the caravan and, instead of arriving at our destination 30 minutes later, we ended up lost in the forest.... It wasn't a good trip. "Sounds cool," Kyle and I said at the same time.... We stopped to look at each other and Kyle just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to continue.... We do that a lot. "Is Aunt Catherine coming to stay with us?" "I put in a call to her this afternoon, but I haven't been able to get a hold of her," Dad replied. "I don't want Aunt Catherine to stay," mumbled Justin.... "She always makes crappy meals and watches soap operas all day.... AND she doesn't even let me play video games." "Well, I don't know about the crappy meals and soap operas parts, but the no video games sounds good to me, " Dad smiled.... "I know she can be a little rough on you guys, but she's really not that bad." The four of us exchanged glances.... I just put another piece of pizza in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully, waiting for what was coming next.... Kyle pushed a wayward olive around his plate with his finger and tried to look innocent.... Justin excused himself to grab another soda.... We were waiting for James. ... Ever so casually, James picked up the salad tongs and dipped them into the salad bowl.... "You know, Dad," he began, scooping up some salad and depositing it on our father's plate, "We could just stay home alone.... I am 17 now.... I have my license and the twins can help me manage everything around the house. I think it would be good for me, for us, to have some more responsibilities." Justin returned with his new soda, hearing the gist of what James had said.... I looked across the table to find Kyle's eyes exactly as his rose to seek mine.... We all looked at my father. "Hmmm," he said, chewing his salad carefully.... "I don't know about that, James.... I know you're old enough, but I wouldn't want to worry about the four of you being here without some adult supervision.... If anything were to happen..." "It won't," James interrupted.... " And besides, even if it does, we can call Aunt Catherine to wake her up at her apartment as easily as we can to wake her up off the couch.... And don't forget the neighbors.... Mr. and Mrs. Walker are always around, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help if we need it.... Plus, I'm sure Johnny's parents wouldn't mind checking in with you every once in a while if you asked." Johnny Spencer was James' best friend.... His parents were really nice and had looked after all of us when Dad was dealing with Mom's death. Dad speared a tomato, brought it to his mouth and, after chewing a while, replied, "That's as may be, but it doesn't change the fact that you boys would be here by yourselves. I know you can probably manage the household and whatnot, but what about sports practices? What about homework? Groceries? Laundry? Cleaning? It's a lot to manage on your own." "We're not by ourselves.... There are four of us, Dad, and we're more than old enough to stay home alone. What I can't do by myself in getting the twins and Justin to practices we can figure out with teammates. It's no big deal." James put both hands on the table and leaned slightly forward towards my father. "I think it's time you began to trust us a little bit.... You keep saying you wish we would grow up some and help you out more.... Well, this is a perfect opportunity.... We're trying to grow up, and we're trying to help you out, but you have to let us!" I couldn't believe my brother was laying it on so thick.... I thought he was doing a pretty sick job.... We had called a Bro Meeting before dinner to talk about the possibility of Dad going out of town and how to handle it, but James was really going for broke.... Kyle's mouth hung slightly open, so I kicked him under the table.... He shot me a look that I promptly ignored. "Well Dad, what do you think?" asked Justin.... "Can we stay home alone?" Dad just looked at us all. "You're right, James," he said slowly.... "I have asked you all to grow up and help out more...and this is a good opportunity for you boys to show me that I can trust you."... He picked his napkin off his lap to wipe his mouth and placed it on the table.... "But I want you to understand something." He stopped and looked around the table, gathering four sets of eyes to his. "I'm trusting you with the well-being of this house and of each other.... Be safe, make good choices, and above all take care of each other.... I don't want to come home to broken bones and a house that looks like it's been through some sort of natural disaster.... You need to make sure you take care of your work in school and on the fields or in the pool. No wild parties and no craziness. Is that understood?" He waited as we each nodded solemnly in turn.... I could barely contain myself.... I looked across at Kyle to see him shoot a grin at me.... He had mischief in his eyes.... I could hardly wait to find out what he had planned. Satisfied, Dad continued.... "Very well then.... I'll call your Aunt and let her know the deal.... Now, Justin, you and I have dishes tonight.... Caleb and Kyle please clear the table.... James, grab a washcloth.... Tonight's a school night, so I want you boys upstairs and doing your homework as soon as we've cleaned up." -- ~ -- Later that night I lay in my bed thinking about all the delicious possibilities.... A whole week with just us boys.... No Dad around.... No Aunt around.... Almost no supervision whatsoever. This was the first time I could remember when we had a modicum of freedom. Oh, don't get me wrong- my Dad did a great job respecting boundaries and all that shit. But there's always that desire to be on your own, to do things your own wayÉand sometimes, the desire to just break the rules. I heard a soft sound across the room as my brother shifted in his bed. We had a pretty sweet room, all things considered. It was more like a two-room suite than a bedroom. You see, up until my mom died the plan was for Kyle and me to have separate rooms that shared a bathroom. In the weeks and months after she died, though, Kyle and I became even more inseparable than we already were. I guess you could say that after the trauma and tragedy that we felt, we found comfort in being together. After about the fourth morning in a row finding Kyle in my bed or me in Kyle's bed, it just became normal that we slept in the same room. My Dad insisted that we at least have separate beds, and we did (enormous queen sized ones), but whether we actually slept in them, wellÉwhat he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Consolidating bedrooms allowed us to turn the extra room into a playroom. When we were younger it was a great place to hang out, have some fun, run around, and generally be loud. Now that we were older, it was definitely more of a place where we could chill, play music or video games, and have friends over. It was our crash pad and the teenage boy equivalent of a man cave all at the same time. Kyle rustled his sheets again as he shifted. "You still awake?" he whispered. "Yeah," "What are you thinking about?" "What do you think, dumbass?" "I can only guess.... Why don't you get your ass over here so we can talk about it." I climbed out of my bed and padded across the room.... Moonlight coming through the window shone on Kyle's bed, highlighting his tousled hair, grinning face, and bare, smooth upper torso as he sat up watching me. Kyle and I always slept in nothing but our boxers and sometimes ankle socks.... T-shirts and pajamas or shorts just get in the way of more important things. Lifting up the side of the covers nearest me, I climbed into my brother's bed. He shifted slightly to give me some room on his pillow. I put my head next to his and lay on my back, left arm tucked beneath my head- my right side shoulder and hip close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. "Now, what were you thinking about?" he asked, after I had finished settling in. "I was thinking about all the fun we can have when Dad is gone," I said. "What kind of fun were you thinking about?" "I think you know." I looked over to see him grin in the moonlight like a Cheshire cat and his eyes twinkled.... He chuckled low in his throat, and I felt him shift himself slightly, pressing his left leg against me and brushing his foot against mine. I gently pressed back and playfully draped my right leg over his left, our feet engaging in a languid and lazy dance under the covers. "It's pretty awesome that Dad's leaving us alone. I almost can't believe he went for it," I said. "Yeah, but I meanÉhe almost had no choice. James did a great job of putting everything out there. And besides, it's totally true. We should be on our own." I idly scratched my nose with my left finger and pursed my lips. "Well yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't know. I just thought he'd put up more of a fight or something. Especially with Justin only being 13, and us having to work on carpools and homework and food andÉshit. It's going to be a lot of work." Kyle's foot pushed back hard against mine. "Stop that!" he said, "It's going to be great. Knowing him, James will have a plan for everybody by tomorrow morning, all color coded and shit, and he'll put it on the refrigerator or something." I smiled at the thought. "Yeah, and he'll make us fucking memorize it, quiz us on it, put it in our phones, and carry copies in our backpacks too I bet." "Dude, totally!" Our footsy relapsed to gentle stroking. I sighed contentedly. "Mostly, I'm looking forward to a little fun time with the bros. You know, hanging out together and whatnot. It's going to be awesome. We can stay up as late as we want, sleep in if we want on the weekend, we don't have to do the dishes, or clean our rooms, or shower, or do laundry, orÉfuck that. We don't even need to wear clothes if we don't want to! We can have friends overÉ" Kyle elbowed me in the side. "Éouch! The fuck, dude? I'm not talking about a party. Just a couple of friends. Or we can just keep it to us bros." A thought suddenly occurred to me, one that had been floating around the back of my mind for a couple of days, but just now took shape. "Do you thinkÉno." "What?" "Nothing." "No- come on." "Really- it's nothing." Kyle stopped rubbing his foot against mine and rolled on to his side, facing me. He held his head propped up and tilted on his left hand and draped his right out over the covers. The moonlight made a ridge of silver down his side. Even without flexing I could make out the shape of his triceps, the dip and then bulge of his bicep, and furrows of his forearm. Fuck he was beautiful. "Out with it." "WellÉ" still I hesitated. This would be weird. Cool- definitely- but weird. "Do you thinkÉthat maybeÉwe might have some Fun with them? With James?" In the dark I could barely see his forehead crinkle as he realized what I meant. I stressed the capital "F," and he heard it loud and clear. He lay back down and grunted. "Huh..." "Fun" is what we calledÉwell, I guess you could say what we called what started to happen when Kyle and I were around 10 or so. With all the time we spent around each other, sharing a bedroom and bathroom, and quite often our beds and showers, we constantly saw each other naked. Around that age, we started to get interested in what kept happening to our dicks every time we were naked around each other. They would get hard. REALLY hard. Erections were a pretty big deal at that age, and we were definitely curious. When you combined that with almost always sleeping in the same bed and often bathing and showering together, being fascinated that we looked exactly the same, and the fact that we were constantly touching each other, wellÉwe started to have Fun. At first it was just rubbing. That felt good, especially when we started producing jizz when we were 11 or so. We would rub each other to climax and then play with the sticky fluid, often using it to arouse ourselves again and lubricate another session. The next step was pretty natural I guess. With all that cum floating around, some of it was bound to end up in a mouth. I was the first to discover that, not only was our cum extremely slick and a great lubricant, but its smell was intoxicating too. Naturally this made me get off on smelling it. Once, when I bent down to sniff a particularly pungent puddle of it after a marathon session, I don't know what came over me. I flicked out my tongue and lapped some into my mouth. Its taste was creamy, slightly slimy, but a wondrous mixture of salty and tangy, with just a hint of boyish sweetness. I was hooked. Immediately, I shared my discovery with Kyle, and we both became avid cum eaters afterwards. It became an even contest to decide whether we would use the loads we shot after jacking each other off as lube for our next session or just eat them. Eventually we realized that you didn't need to jack off first to get the cum. It was often easier, and a lot more fun, to do it "hands free" instead. I mean, if the ultimate goal was to get cum in our mouths and down our throats, why not just suck the dick? Once we combined that with the fact that we both had mouths and both had cocks, and we could suck each other at the same time, 69ing became our preferred method of jizz consumption. This, in turn, led to the final consummation of our relationship and the ultimate level of Fun: Fucking. As my father would often say, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings." Well, I don't really know about the devil part, but they definitely became our playthings. We used them to caress and explore each other's bodies while our dicks were buried down each other's throats and our noses were buried in each other's just-manifesting, wispy blonde pubes. It was only a matter of time I guess, before one day Kyle's finger found my ass and starting probing. It was immediately apparent that, once his finger went knuckle deep and started pressing something deep inside me, I went crazy. Simply crazy. My dick was twitching all over the place, and my precum started literally gushing into his mouth. He withdrew his finger from my ass and his cock from my mouth so we could talk about it. Well, if his finger was good, we thought, his dick would be better, right? Turns out that my tight preteen ass drove him as crazy as his cock punishing what we later determined (after some steamy internet searches) was my prostate drove me. After our first explosive session, and the fulfilling sense I got when he blew his load in my ass and I nearly passed out as I shot mine across the room, I told him he had to try it, and we flipped positions. I fucked him while his warm load trickled out of my boyhole and he was delirious with pleasure, mumbling how much he loved me and begging me to pound him harder. It was magical. And the rest is history. Soon we came to term any and all of these sorts of things- rubbing, sucking, fucking, as simply "Fun," and we used that as our code word. I could hear him breathing next to me. Eventually he started rubbing his foot against mine again, and he reached down under the covers to lightly run his finger up my thigh draped over his leg. "Why James?" he asked. "Huh?" "Why James. What made you think about that? I know why we started having Fun," his hand stroking my thigh slid to cup my junk before moving back to just my leg, "HehÉI can feel why, tooÉbut why James? You've never said anything about it before." My dick was already chubbed from the footsy and thigh action, and it twitched when my brother groped me. I smiled as I thought about his matching dick. I loved his dick- I'm not afraid to say so. I mean, think about it. I love my own dick- it's a little over 7 inches and cut, with no awkward angles or anything- just that beautiful, natural curve. When I'm really hard and pull my dick out from my body, it will thwack back to hit my stomach. Most importantly, the head is in proportion to the rest of the shaft. It may sound picky and OCD, but when I watch porn or perve on other dudes in my gym class, nothing disgusts me more than a cock obviously out of proportion: either with a teeny head (or none at all- I HATE those uncircumcised ant eaters) or with a giant fucking dome on top. Ew. Since Kyle's dick is exactly like my dick, I love his dick too. But enough about our dicks. I thought about my brother James. He had been entering my thoughts a lot more recently, and not in a pure brotherly-love way. I'd idly fantasized about him when I was younger, a couple years ago probably. When I was about Justin's age and he was about our age now. But I never did anything about it aside from jack off a couple times. More recently, though, the fantasies were anything but idle. Let's be honest- the dude is attractive and a catch no matter how you look at it. Aside from his outward good looks (a family trait), he's also one smart fuck, pretty funny, and is always confident. I love that. However, I must confess I learned something new about my brother recently that kicked my adolescent hormones and imagination into overdrive. James is a stud. A fucking hung stud. Yup- probably 8.5 inches. This isn't a porno guys- he doesn't have a 12 inch dick the size of a 40oz malt liquor bottle. But he does have one fucking beautiful tool. And I saw it last week. Here's the scene. I'm sitting in our room on my bed playing a game on my iPhone. My smokin' hot older brother walks in wearing just mesh shorts with the rim of his briefs showing and footie socks. Nothing else except a sheen of sweat and a wave of musk that follows him into the room. He smells like boy sweat and grass- obviously just back from soccer practice. He asks me if he can use our shower. He has to ask three times because I'm staring at his 6 pack, flat pecs, and tapered waist. There's a laser beam from my eyes boring into his belly button. Flummoxed, I stutter out something that he takes to mean, "Sure dude. Go ahead." 25 minutes later, Stud Brother comes out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It dips suggestively in all the right places, but doesn't grant me full access. As he walks through our room to exit, one of his socks falls out of the bundle of dirty clothes he's holding in his hands. He stops and bends down to pick it up. His towel, loose to begin with, is undone with his extra motion. It slips to the floor. Lights. Music. Angels sing. I get a glimpse of heaven in the form of my older brother's beautiful cock, surprisingly fleshed-out and, more surprisingly, I see a clear drop of fluid spill out of the tip. Fuck me. "Oh shit!" he shouts, and grabs for his towel while also reaching for his socks and trying to hold on to the rest of his clothes. But it's to no avail. Everything falls to the ground and he stands naked before me. It only lasts about 20 seconds total before he's scooped everything up. What surprises me most is the way he casually gathers his things. "Sorry about that, bro. Towel just slipped off there for a sec. Thanks for the shower!" He stands there calmly returning my gaze, oozing confidence, totally oblivious that I'm about to cream myself after his exhibition, before he leaves the room with a little wave and a half-smile. Or was he? Was he totally oblivious? My mind runs wild. My imagination WANTS to believe it might not have been an accident. I get up and go into the bathroom to inspect a suspicion. Looking into the huge shower that I share with Kyle (with dual heads and a bench to sit if you want), I can smell that James used my shampoo and body wash. I climb into the shower and look towards the drain. I remember that one clear drop spilling from the tip of my brother's cock. I remember that sometimes after I blow a load, my dick will leak juice for a while afterward. I bend closer to inspect the drain. Sure enough, there's a viscous white fluid on it. I gather some and bring it to my nose. It smells right. I stick my finger in my mouth and close my eyes, savoring the flavor. It tastes right. Fresh spunk. My brother dropped a load in our shower. Fuck me twice and piss all over me, but that was the hottest thing I'd seen in a while. Instinctively, I ripped down my cargo shorts and pulled my polo shirt off. Tossing my shorts and shirt on the rug (no boxers or socks for me), I knelt down on the still-warm tiles of the shower. I scooped up what was left of my brother's load and coated my throbbing dick with his juice. Frantically I jerked the shit out of my cock, running my hand up and down the length of my hilt so fast it was a blur. The middle finger of my other hand teased my boyhole. It only took about 90 seconds before I shot my own load all over the shower floor. Fuck me three times and cream my face and up my ass. I just tasted my older brother's cum and jerked off using it as lube. Couple that with the scene that played out in our bedroom earlier, and you can see why my imagination was going. It was one thing to eat his cum cold off my shower floor and see him in all his glory from afar. But what if I could draw the cum out of him hot and fresh? What if I could suck his cock, massage his muscles, grab his ass and finger him while I blew him? What if I could wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life while he fucked me? I shared the story with Kyle, including my cum-eating and masturbation session in our shower. "That's why James," I finished. "Because he's hot and hung as fuck, and I can't stop thinking about whether he was kind ofÉI don't know. Teasing me, or inviting me, orÉI guess you could say seducing meÉor something. "And I can still taste his cum," I finished, in a whisper. Kyle was silent for a long time. As I was telling the story of my encounter with James, his footsy had become more and more insistent. When I reached the part about tasting James' cum from our shower and spreading his spunk all over my dick as lube, Kyle let out an involuntary moan and gave up stroking my thigh. Instead, he snaked his right hand through the front of my boxers to grab my semi-hard cock. "Fuck, bro. You have me leaking just thinking about it!" he whispered. Looking over at the covers on his side of the bed, I could make out a massive tent around his midriff, where his 7+ inch twin dick was tenting the sheets. "I know, right? Imagine what I felt going through that. So you can see where I'm cumming from, right? No pun intended," I quickly added, although the thought was arousing- especially coupled with Kyle's expert but lazy manipulation of my cock. Kyle didn't answer right away. Instead, he just kept moving his hand leisurely up and down on my dick, paying a little extra attention to the base of the head just beneath the tip. Every time his hand reached the top, he'd give it a little swirl, twirling his fingers around my cockhead and brushing his rough palm over my slit. He knew it drove me wild. I knew it would only get better- especially once I really started leaking precum and slicked things up a bit. "Caleb, manÉ" he began, then stopped. He gave me three dick-head swirls in a row, and I gasped with the intense pleasure of the moment before he switched back to the standard jacking motion. "That's some hot shit, and you're sick as fuck for thinking about it, but God help me. With the Bro time we have going on this week, and Dad out of town, and no adults around at all, and all rules up for grabsÉ" Five dick swirls in a row. Holy shit- my twin really knows how to work my cock. I was thrusting my dick into his hand by the end of it, precum by this time coursing down my shaft and dripping over his fingers. "I say we do everything we can to get James to Play,' he said. "I'm a little jealous that you're thinking about him, and a little pissed that you got to see him naked and eat his cum instead of me, but I'm totally game to try and bed him. We'd make a hot threesome." Another five dick swirls. Fuck! A loud groan escaped me after number 3 and lasted all the way through number five. It wasn't fair that Kyle was the only one playing with a cock, so I snaked my left hand under the covers and advanced it toward the mound in the sheets I knew was caused by his dick. Feeling the thin fabric of his boxers, and the giant wet spot where his cockhead was sheathed in the cotton, I smiled to myself in the dark. One of things I'm most proud about, in addition to the fact that we're two pretty hot guys with great bodies and awesome cocks, is the fact that we each fucking pump out the precum when we engage in foreplay or get excited. It turns me on hard whenever I reach for Kyle's dick and it's already rigid and wet, waiting for me. My fingers deftly reached through the flyhole in his breafs and brushed the head of his dick. It twitched in response, and I heard him draw a sharp breath. Well, turn and turn about is fair play, I thought. I gave him a couple of jacks up and down to spread his precum, and then I gave the bastard a taste of his own medicine. 7 dick head swirls with no warning and no warm up. It was a cruel thing to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Take that bitch! After three he was moaning. 5 had his head arched back, his hips off the bed thrusting his twin cock into my hand. After seven, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breath was coming out in labored pants. "Fuck dude!" he whispered. "You always fucking one-up me!" "Well, it's no fair for you to have all the fun," I said, smiling. "Fuck that!" And just like that, Kyle threw back the covers, exposing my bare torso and boxer-clad cock. The massive wet patch that I could make out in the moonlight must have been about three times the size of the one I could feel in his briefs as I continued to jerk him. By now Kyle had switched hands. His right hand was jerking my dick while he braced himself up on his left elbow again facing me. I could see him looming over me, getting closer with each stroke of his hand on my dick. I could smell his hair, see his eyes glisten in the moonlight. His breath on my lips was intoxicating. He was inches away. Suddenly, his head dipped down and he took my right nipple between his lips, gently kissing it. I moaned. He sucked the tip between his teeth and applied just the right amount of pressure; the perfect mix of pleasure with an undercurrent of pain. I hissed and arched my back in response. He gave over my nipple, and instead placed the tip of his tongue on the center of my chest. Slowly, very slowly, he dragged the underside of his tongue down the v of my chest, between my abs, over my belly button, until he got to my boxers. My breath was coming in pants. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a fistful of my brother's blonde hair. It was slightly tousled but silky smooth. My grip tightened slightly as Kyle moved his mouth over my boxer-encased dick. It made quite a sight, with him hovering over me, right hand jacking off my cock through my boxers, my precum soaking the fabric, the moonlight highlighting his hair and glowing in his eyes as he looked up at me. Keeping my dick in my boxers, he angled it straight up to point at him and lowered his face. He put it in his mouth. I squirmed under him. The heat of his mouth immediately saturated through the thin fabric of my boxers. He gently manipulated the rough fabric over my sensitive head, chuckling as I gasped and moaned and writhed all the while. After 5 minutes or so of this torture, he got bored sucking me through my underwear. He paused to look up at me, one hand on either side of my body, holding himself up in a push-up position, his muscles slightly swollen from the light effort. "Take them off. Take your fucking boxers off," he demanded. I did as my brother commanded. My left hand reached down and slid them off of me. It wasn't easy, with Kyle over me slipping out of his own boxers and me trying to keep the pace up on his cock too, but we managed it- we had practice. I used my left foot to push them the final few inches. His lips were inches from mine. I reached up with my left hand and touched his cheek. Smooth. Smooth and warm. "Give them to me. Let me smell them." Wistfully, I withdrew my fingers from his cheek, reached down, and grabbed my boxers. His eyes stared into mine; my own green stare reflected back at me. I pulled the soaked cotton up, soaked with my precum and his spit, and pressed it against his chest. "Is that what you wanted," I asked? He dipped his head and took the boxers out of my hand with his teeth. I couldn't help but notice that the place my precum had spewed all over was now solidly in his mouth. He inhaled sharply, then let my boxers fall from his mouth, and smiled at me. "I love the smell and taste of your boxers, dude. They always smell like your ball sweat and your cum. I can taste the stink of your taint and the sweetness of your precum on them too. I fucking love it," he replied. He threw my boxers off the bed and refocused his gaze on me. His hand returned to stroking my thigh, leaving my aching cock laying straight along my stomach and leaking precum onto my belly button. Once again, his lips moved closer to mine. He stroked up, and his lips got closer. His finger stroked down the length of the inside of my thigh, and his lips stopped their approach. Up the sensitive inside of my legs. I shivered, and waited as his lips again advanced. Down and pause. It was a tantalizing rhythm; a yearning for his kiss and an ache when he stopped, just short. My dick didn't know how to handle it. It was twitching like crazy, and by now I had a lake of precum on my belly. Finally, slowly, his finger started from the midpoint of my well-defined calf, traced its way up the inside of my leg, pausing about half-way up. I trembled at his touch. His lower lip brushed mine. I could feel the air stir as he blinked, and his long lashes swept through mine. In one smooth motion, his hand moved to grip my cock and his mouth pressed down on mine, firmly, urgently, insistently. I let go of his cock, wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down into me. His precum still on my fingers wet his hair as I held on for dear life. I kissed him hard, and he pushed back just as passionately. I opened my mouth slightly and he took the hint, he tongue pushing in immediately. I met it with mine and caressed it, doing with our tongues what he had been doing with our feet earlier. He moved his body on top of me and kept kissing me. I felt his matching dick poke me as he positioned himself, and his precum dripped down to add to the growling lake on my stomach. I slid my hands down his neck, spread them over his shoulders to grab his biceps. God damn I love my brother. I kept going, squeezing the sides of his chest vice-like as my fingers continued down his body. I ran them lightly, drawing a shudder from him as I neared his hips. He bit down lightly on my lips when I brought my fingers slightly toward his stomach, where I knew he could be ticklish. Finally, I reached the mounds of his ass and drew him against me, spreading my legs to accommodate his lithe frame and hard cock. We fit together perfectly, our proportions an exact match for one another, his dick resting on my belly nestled alongside mine. God I love my twin brother. He broke our kiss and looked down at me with a smile. "Fuck bro. You know I love you, don't you?" I nodded in return. He reached up to stroke my cheek, then traced his finger to my chin, down my neck, and between my pecs. He brought it down until it got to the lake of precum that had by now covered what it could of my abs and was spilling off the sides. He gathered some of our mixed ejaculate and brought it to my lips. "Taste it for me," he said. "I want to know if you're ready." I eagerly opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in. I sucked it hard, like I would a cock. I could taste the precum, and the wonderful flavor that resulted when we mixed our fluids. I moaned around his finger and tightened my grip on his ass, pulling him harder against me. He chuckled and pulled his finger out of my mouth. "I guess you're almost ready, huh?" "Fuck dude. You know it kills me when you feed me our precum like that." "I know, but I love teasing you. Enough messing around though. It's time for some real fun. Here- hold on a sec." He reached down and scooped up a handful of the wet puddle on my stomach. "Okay- let's switch," he said. This was a practiced maneuver that we liked to employ when our Fun focused on the anal side of things. As we switched positions, I settled myself over Kyle, my knees on either side of his torso with his cock positioned snugly behind my ass and my dick inches from his face. The beauty of the maneuver and process was two fold. First, in enabled us to build up a store of lube that we could use to ease things along, both as aphrodisiac (usually in the form of feeding it to each other), and as lubricant. The precum Kyle hadn't scooped up before we switched places dripped down my lower abs, through my sparse pubes, and pooled onto Kyle's stomach. I lifted myself up slightly to give Kyle better access to my boyhole, and he took his cupped hand full of precum and brought to my ass, gently using it to massage my hole and get me ready to take his cock. My lifting motion, of course, caused my dick to move forward just enough that, as he rolled up and forward slightly, it was at his lips. I looked down at Kyle just in time to see him grin up at me, open his mouth, and run his tongue over the head of my dick. As he did that, he penetrated me with his finger, inserting our lube up my chute. "Oh fuck Kyle!" I whispered. "Fuck dude, that feels so good. Use your tongue, bro. Goddamn!" He complied. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock while first two, and then three of his fingers worked my hole over. Every once in a while he would reach farther down to his own dick, gather more precum, and bring it back to my ass as lube. We were both moaning pretty loudly, and Kyle slurped every time he swirled around my cockhead with his tongue. If we hadn't been so loud, we might have noticed that the door to our bedroom from the bathroom had opened just a crack, enough for somebody kneeling to look in and see the two of us fully exposed on Kyle's bed, bathed in moonlight, naked bodies glistening with sweat, my dick in Kyle's mouth and his about to disappear up my ass. But we were, and we didn't. Kyle let my dick flop out of his mouth and looked up at me. "You ready, bro?" he asked. "You feel ready to me." "Fuck Kyle! Do it bro. Put your dick in me. Do it now!" I was practically whining by the end. I leaned forward slightly, sticking my ass out toward my brother's cock. He cupped my ass with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, pointing it at my hole. I watched his face as he guided his dick to my ass. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth like he did whenever he was thinking hard about something. I smiled at the thought, and concentrated on flaring my hole to accept my brother's dick. I felt the spongy head press against my rosebud, and grunted slightly. Kyle honed in on that signal, and pressed a little harder. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly while flaring my hole. The tip was in. Then the head came next. I let the rest of my breath out and settled down on my brother's cock as he pushed it the rest of the way in. Finally, I could feel the thin, silky strands of his pubic hair brush against my smooth ass cheeks. He was all the way in. My twin brother's cock was balls deep up my ass. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It was almost euphoric. Once again, like when Kyle bit my nipple, there was a small undercurrent of pain present, but it was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that replaced it as I started rocking slowly on his dick, letting out small grunts every time my motion and his gentle thrusting pressed his dickhead against my prostate. I was in heaven. I love it when my brother fucks me. In addition to the plain physical pleasure- and believe me, it's substantial and more than enough for anyone- there's something metaphysical, deeply symbolic, and almost sublime about the whole experience. There's something about having my brother, my identical teenage twin brother, bury his identical teenage twin cock up my identical teenage twin ass that strikes an enormous sexual chord in my body. The way our bodies fit together, the perfection of proportions and sizes, the sameness to our sounds and mannerisms makes me so fucking horny I can barely stand it. The symmetry and synergy when we fuck is unbelievable. We've always been close, that much was clear from the beginning, and when we're joined like this, joined by our most intimate appendages piercing our most intimate orifices- him deep inside me or me deep inside him- I think it's how we're meant to be. It's how we were designed and created. We're together, and we're complete. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Kyle was gazing up at me. Our eyes locked, and we both smiled. I reached behind me to feel his dick piercing my ass. He was producing so much precum it was leaking down the bit of his shaft protruding from my ass. I gathered some and brought it up to his face. He opened his mouth, ready and waiting to accept my offering, but I hesitated. We were about to embark on an adventure in the week to come. With my Dad gone, and just us boys home alone, and our desire to have some Fun with James, I knew things were about to change. We needed to make this night special. I also knew that, no matter how hot and turned on Kyle was when I had told him about seeing James naked and eating his cum before jerking off with it, and how much he wanted to have Fun with James, he was a little jealous that I desired our older brother. And a little worried that perhaps, if we succeeded in seducing James, my love for Kyle would diminish. As silly as it sounded to me, I realized it wouldn't seem so silly to Kyle. So I made a decision. I took the finger with my ass juices and his precum and dipped it down to Kyle's stomach, where my own precum had formed a new pool. I gathered some up, and brought it back towards Kyle's face. He looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Do what I do," I said. "Reach behind me and get some of our fuck juice, then get some of my precum." He just stared at me. "Do it!" I whispered. And he did. I jumped slightly when I felt his fingers brush my ass to collect the offering, and jumped again when he brushed the tip of cock to gather a pearl of precum just forming on the top. "I want it right from the source," he explained, grinning up at me. Finally he was ready. I thought about what I was going to say, and do. I took a moment to relish the situation. Here I was, sitting on my twin brother's cock (his dick twitched in my ass and I felt a small spurt of precum as he adjusted himself), the happiest boy in the world. How could I tell him how much I love him? How could I show him? "Caleb, are you alright man?" His gentle fucking motions had stopped and he looked up at me with a hint of concern. I smiled down at him reassuringly. "I'm fine, Kyle. I just want you to know that, whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you. I am yours to the fullest extent of my body, and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and if you agree, but mine above all. I love you." I took my finger and drew a heart on his forehead, then brought it down to his lips and brushed them with what was left of the fluid. He looked stunned at first, then thoughtful, and slowly he smiled up at me. "I want you to know, Caleb, that whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you too. I'm yours to the fullest extent of my body and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and you agree, but mine above all. I love you." And he took his finger, marked my forehead with a heart, and drew his finger across my lips. We both knew what needed to happen next. Kyle pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. I stuck my feet out behind him and clutched onto his shoulders, all the while keeping his dick buried in my ass. We pressed our foreheads together, cum heart to cum heart, closed our eyes, and kissed. We stayed like that for a while, Kyle slowly humping my ass, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together. Finally, I broke the kiss and looked into my twin brother's eyes. "Now fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me like you'll never do it again. Fuck me like you love me!" I finished, and shoved him down on his back. His dick popped out of my ass. I straddled his cock, aimed it at my hole, and lowered myself onto it in one long motion. "Fuck me!" I growled. Kyle needed no urging. I yelped as he thrust his hips up hard, he cock pushing deep into my bowels and lifting me up. Before I had time to adjust, he had pulled back, and my ass followed, slamming down as it met the base of his cock. Again he thrusted, and again he dropped. It was the wildest ride of my life. I put one hand on his chest and the other out to the side for balance. Kyle was fucking me for all he was worth- straining with effort to pound my ass. Looking down, I could see his eyes were closed, his lips apart and curved slightly upward in pleasure. His chest felt tight under my hand, and I moved it to tweak first one and then the other of his hard nipples. I could see his abdominal muscles rippling and straining to lift me off the bed, pushing his cock deep into my ass. Every time he went balls deep he flared the head of his dick, swelling it inside me and adding to the pressure on my prostate. My own dick was bouncing up and down with the speed of our movement, throwing off waves of precum like snot as it jounced first one way and then the other. Ropes of my precum were covering Kyle's chest. I couldn't help myself. The pleasure, the exhilaration were too much. I squeezed Kyle's body between my thighs, put both hands on his chest, threw back my head and laughed. I love when my brother fucks me. The sounds of our fucking filled the room.... The wet sploch sploch sploch as his dick pounded my ass and the sound of my balls hitting his body as I bounced up and down were music to my ears.... The grunts, groans, moans, and wails of ecstasy as our identical hot, smooth teen bodies met and merged in the moonlight spurred us to greater efforts.... Sweat coated Kyle, making holding on difficult, and I could feel beads of it dripping off forehead and running down my chest. Kyle reached up from kneading my ass around his cock to rub my sweaty chest and play with my abs. Our sweat turned us silver in the moonlight. Kyle's breath started to come in ragged gasps. His thrusts up my boyhole became wilder and more insistent and his 8 pack was clearly defined as he used his stomach muscles and ass to clench and thrust ever quicker. I could tell he was getting close. Gritting my teeth against the pleasure, I leaned over my brother's head. I could feel a drop of sweat trickling down my forehead and I knew exactly where I wanted it to end up. Slowly the bead traced down my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, and dangled at the tip. After a particularly hard thrust from Kyle, it fell off my nose and landed on his lips. I ducked my head quickly to follow and reached behind me to lift Kyle's ass and hold his cock buried in my fuck hole. He gave a grunt of surprise at the interruption of his rhythm. "Cum inside me, Kyle," I whispered inches from my sweat on his lips, "blow your twin seed inside me. Breed me and make me yours!" I finished with a pant. With the final words, I clenched my ass around his dick and milked for all I was worth. I ran my tongue over his lips to gather my sweat, then thrust my tongue down his throat. That was all it took. Kyle's balls tightened up around his pole and his load rocketed through to explode out the tip of his cock deep into my hole. It felt like white fire blooming in my ass, liquid white moonlight pouring from his dick deep up my ass. The feeling of wet warmth welled inside me and I squeezed harder, urging more of my brother's twin seed to blanket my insides, wanting more of his sweet twin teen cum to coat me. "OH FUCK CALEB, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckÉ" he parted our mouths to start with a load moan, and trailed away softly. His eyes fluttered closed, then open to stare up at mine. "I'm breeding you, bro, ughÉjust like youÉughÉaskedÉoh god. Oh fuck!" I broke eye contact and threw my head up and back, grinding my ass on my brother's twin dick as he spunked. "I feel you, Kyle, I feel you deep inside. Push just a little bit more, bro," I pleaded. And he did. Still in the throws of his own orgasm, he drove one last time and pushed me over the edge. "KYLE!" I screamed, and looked down to see sheets of cum explode out of my dick. The first wave flew over Kyle's head to land against the headboard, the second and third landed in his hair, the fourth, fifth, and sixth covered his eyes and lips before the rest dribbled out to cover his chest and abs. He was a sight, soaked in my cum. We both came down from our highs. His hips settled to the mattress and didn't rise again, and I could feel his dick start to soften. Soon it would plop out on its own. I looked down at Kyle and smiled. The boy was completely covered in my spunk. He looked back up at me and smiled while thick white goo ran down his face. I reached up to gather some of my cum and ran it over his lips as I leaned down to kiss him. "I love you bro," I whispered. "I love you too, Caleb." We made out while Kyle's cock softened, and I thoroughly cleaned my cum off his face with my tongue, bringing it back to his lips so we could share it. Finally, after I had cleaned his face and done what I could with his hair, I felt his cock slip out of my ass followed by what felt like a good portion of his cum. I broke our kiss to shift my position. "Now for my favorite part!" he whispered. "I can never decide which I like better," I said as I swung my right leg over his body, and got on my knees with my ass to his face and my face to his abs.... "Eating my cum out of your hot ass...OH FUCKÉeasy, bro," I warned Kyle, who was lapping his cum out of my ass, "or eating my cum off your hot stomach!" I finished, running the tip of my tongue over the ridges of his stomach and suck a load of my own cum into my mouth. Always the perfectionist, I didn't stop once his stomach and chest were cleaned. Craning my neck only slightly, I sucked his cock into my mouth and began washing his ejaculate and my ass juice off his tool. "I have no preference, really," he mumbled into my ass, "but I do know one thing. This is going to be one hell of a week." I couldn't agree more. Engrossed as we were in our fucking and cum eating, neither of us noticed the pair of small bright eyes that watched us from the slightly ajar bathroom door, neither of us heard the soft, high moans as somebody jerked off, or the soft tinkle of cum hitting the tile floor, and neither of us noticed those small, bright eyes slowly withdraw and swing the door closed again.

Rizzle - I like your thoughts. If indeed we are going to see the space-jockey in this movie (I'm still not 100% convinced that the blue guy behind the 'S' [b]is[/b] the SJ) , then we will need to be introduced to the larger mystery of who does the SJ work for? Because it can't just end with the SJ - right? I believe you are bang on target there. Looking at those two SJ suits in the hall with Noomi, I have to ask myself, is that the best place to keep a bio-suit? How would you get into it? To me they look more like statues on a pedestal. Look at the base...look at the floor - instructions or high praise? [IMG]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o612/Nephilim-LV426/Prometheus/Prometheus_SJ_Suit_or_Statue.jpg[/IMG] Like - 'This is what we worship - this what we want to become'. The way we make statues of our heroes. I'm more interested in what is inside those 'hybernation' chambers on the floor of the SJ room. What is inside those? Maybe the real SJs? Thoughts...? OMG I just saw the

Oh fuck, fuck that feels so good Johnny. Open up my dirty shithole. Damn, your big dick feels so fucking good raping my shitter. Shit, tear my funky ass up!" Frankie's big brown eyes rolled back in his head as he slowly slid down the 7 inch uncut cock that had every intention of taking him up on his word. He wanted his cherry pounded and Johnny was more than willing to fulfill his primal needs as well as his shit packed rectal cavity. Inch by painful inch Frankie's cock starving manhole opened wider to greet the penile invader knocking hard at his back door. Johnny was lucky enough to not only be left with an unmutilated male member but also blessed with a wicked curve that made hitting any man's prostate a sure thing. At 17 years of age he'd become a master of busting his nut up inside of Frankie's supple pink hairy butthole. The two young men had become more than accustomed to raw butt fucking each other's sphincters and this day was just one of many that they attempted to perfect their homosexual craft. "Damn right I'm going to tear your shitty ass up! I love fucking your boy pussy. You don't even have to worry, I own your butthole. Take this fat dick, ride my cock like the little whore you are. Beg for my big dick! Tell me how much you love the feeling of my cock ramming in and out of your wet sloppy hole. Talk to me baby. Let me know how this fuck I'm throwing you feels." Johnny finally was balls deep within that asshole and was just as delirious as Frankie. Both of them moaning and groaning as Frankie sat down as far as he could on the dong that was giving him so much anal pleasure. The immense size of Johnny's thick dick displaced an equal amount of butt sludge inside of Frankie's turd tunnel as a slurry of shit escaped from his ditch and caked their private parts in runny smelly excrement. "I want your slimy cock so bad man. Damn, it feels so good inside my butt; it makes me want to let loose my nut along with my watery shit. I'm gonna bust my nut as you fuck the shit from my loose hole. Fuck, can you smell my ass on your dick and balls. God, I'm taking a smelly dump on your cock. Take a whiff Johnny, smell my stink with me! Damn I stink!" Frankie bucked back and forth, impaling himself on Johnny's pulsing shaft, farting out the contents of his rectum in the process. A slightly metallic aroma mixed with the heady musky scent of teen shit as it squished onto Johnny's pubes filled the air as the young men fucked wildly. Frankie's bottomless fuck trench greedly swallowed as much hard dick as Johnny was willing to give him. "Of course I can smell your reeking butthole. You stink so fucking good. The scent of your ass makes me so fucking horny for your hole dude. I love the smell and taste of your boy butt, I could never get enough of your stink." Johnny began to piston fuck Frankie's wide open ditch as more and more of his sweet teen unwashed hole aroma rose in the air. The sludge from his fucked ditch splattered across his lap as their homosexual coupling became almost violent with aggression and passion. " Fuck, you are fucking the living shit out of my stinking butthole, but don't make me cum yet. I love the feeling your big dick is giving my hole but I'm not ready to cum yet. Fuck, please don't stop fucking my butthole Johnny, just keep me on the edge...please, I'm begging you dude." Frankie was facing away from Johnny as he panted and breathed heavily at each upward thrust of Johnny's throbbing member. He continued to beg and plead like a little bitch in heat for his release to come later, rather than sooner, knowing the pleasures of edging with a stiff dick up his ass all too well. No matter how many times he was on the receiving end of that amazing cock, he felt like it was the first time. The dry entry was always painful but after about 10 min of pounding his prostate, it would subside into a dull roar just before the tingle of pleasure replaced discomfort until finally elation and tantric joy engulfed his rectal cavity. After each fucking, Frankie's freshly fucked rectum would spit out Johnny's fresh jizz load, contract and shrink back to almost a virgin standing; ensuring another painful entry the next time he decided to ride Johnny's dick. Most days, this happened within a matter of less than 30 min. Constant fucking of hairy holes is one of the few things teen boys and rabbits have in common. Johnny was a young master at throwing a good hard fuck up a willing asshole and this time was no exception. Under him, Frankie, a total whore for cock, could feel Johnny's large cum filled balls as they bounced against his full round brown butt. Every now and again, he would lean back to feel Johnny's strong hairy chest as it rubbed against his back. This was one of their favorite positions. It allowed both 17 year olds the ability to rock back and forth, allowing Johnny maximum access to Frankie's puffy farting anus. Frankie loved being able to take every single inch of Johnny's cock as it moved toward his second butt ring. It also was the best way for Johnny to tug and play with Frankie's pumped eraser sized nipples. The more he tugged and fucked butt the more stringy pre cum oozed from Frankie's 7 inch uncut cock onto his full ball sac and thighs. The young men were passengers in a fast moving semi truck as it moved at 65mph up the route 95 expressway. The driver had just entered into the state of South Carolina, on their way to New York City from Miami. Totally naked and continuously horny, they had been raw butt fucking each other's tight young hairy assholes for the last 4 hours without ejaculation. Gallons of pre cum and sweat were produced from their butt fucking, edging on cock stroking. The only thing that was missing was urine, but they were both piss pigs so it wouldn't be long before one, or both, let loose with a massive load of salty brine. About an hour ago of raging mansex, Johnny decided to insert a brand new, jet black fat 9 inch dildo into his own hungry asshole. After he'd penetrated Frankie's bare hole and fucked him bareback for a few hours, in different positions, Johnny decided to take a ride on the rubber dong. He was effectively butt plugged while fucking stinky butthole and loving every inch of the fake dick as it ravaged his ditch. He pumped his own fat cock in and out of Frankie's begging rectum with the sight and smell of teen shit greeting each and every thrust. Neither young man was keen on showering and the summer heat just intensified the funk both were giving off as they fucked and bucked around in their seat. The stench of smegma, ripe underarms and skanky unwashed teen asshole filled the small truck cab as the only thing on their minds was giving each other physical pleasure. Up and down Frankie bounced on Johnny's lap and thick tree trunk like hairy mocha legs charged with supporting both of their frames through the almost violent pounding of his rectum. The feeling of satisfaction inside of his cavity was so intense that tears of joy rolled down his face and pre cum down his shaft. As much as Johnny loved fucking Frankie's firm petite crack, and he did love tearing up that young sphincter until it was wide open enough for his fist to get in, he also loved getting ass fucked. He kept his butthole just as ripe and succulent, his prostate just as sensitive as Frankie's and he could cum hands free from a good ass pounding, so he never felt the need to deprive himself of the joys of anal sex. The new dildo was a gift for the two of them and its purpose was to keep their shitholes open and ready for the gift giver's enormous dick. It was almost an exact replica of the giver's juicy donkey dong and that was the main reason Johnny was riding it like a pro. For the last month and a half, both teens had gotten lots of practice riding the gift giver's massive dick and developed a tasted for its smell, cum and piss too! The forged dick was just about as thick around as it was long. It was an almost exact replica of the gift giver's cock, the only major difference being that unlike the man that was kind enough to give it to the two young men, it did not have a foreskin. Those 3 inches of natural male protection was one of the things all three loved about their dicks and the others' too, well that and the heady smells which originated inside of it from left over piss, pre cum and jizz. Johnny most of all, was addicted to head cheese, either his own or anyone else's. Even with this one flaw, he was very pleased with his new toy and rode it just as hard as Frankie was riding his cock. Getting fucked while fucking is a rare treat that every man should experience as much as possible. As much as he hated the idea of dropping his creamy ball nut, Frankie couldn't help but begin to jack his monster cock inside of the palm of his right hand to the rhythms originating inside of his butthole. Louder and louder he moaned as he rode Johnny's cock bareback, milking his fucker's balls with the contractions of his sphincter. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Johnny shot his thick wad of nut butter inside of his ravenous deep hole, and he wanted to drink in every drop of his sperm as it splashed his fuckhole. Frankie loved the feeling of hot semen as each volley of cream washed his insides with teen penile juices. Up and down his shaft Frankie's hand jerked as his left hand located his low swinging young nut sac. They were dangling between his legs and against Johnny's own swollen gonads, alternating between hitting Johnny's thighs and the worn black interior leather of the truck's seats. He enjoyed the cool feeling of the leather against his swollen nuts and the pain which led to pleasure when they smacked brutally against the solid material. A few times he cried out in pain as the shock and surprise of banging his boys against such a hard seat caught him off guard. A few times the agony was so much that he almost shot cum from his purple head, hands free. Just then he was hypnotized watching the tight mocha skin of his member as it slid up and down his shaft at almost the same rate as Johnny's prick entered and left his tender hole. Up and down, up and down his foreskin massaged his shiny knob and veiny pole. Frankie was pasted the point of edging, he wanted to blow his wad. He needed to cum. Gooey pre cum covered Frankie's entire cock, from piss slit to balls, leaving a trail of dick slime and the distinct aroma of teen nuts. The sweet perfume of youth was just as strong around the duo as the stench of male stink leaked from the two sets of ripe asshole, musky balls, sweaty armpits and stinky feet. The greatest offending body part at the time was Frankie's dick hood. Each time the thick dark colored prepuce retreated from his bulbous purple cock head, it released the tang of dirty unwashed dick. Thick creamy white chunks of cheese covered his slick glands and bathed anyone within smelling distance in the salty, slightly fishy, bouquet of natural man. Frankie dipped two of his fingers inside of the bacteria sludge and rubbed the slimy smegma under both of his flaring nostrils. For the next hour, the only thing the young man could smell was the uniqueness of his own dick skin. "Fuck pa, I gotta nut in this hot butt, fuck! You gotta listen to me Frankie, I'm gonna cum, dude I am so going to lose my spooge inside of your rank shitter and then eat that nasty scum back out. Open up that ass for me baby, let me feel all of your butthole around my dick. I'm so hungry for your shitty hole that my cock is eating you out as you fuck yourself on my dick. Damn, you must really want this nut; you want my load to paint your insides? Talk to me baby; tell me how much you want my creamy dick juice!" Johnny's cock was getting closer and closer to throwing up inside of Frankie's greedy butt. His dick was going to vomit teen spooge deep inside Frankie's screaming hole. "Yea Johnny, fuck my nasty shithole. Give me that big dick; I'm ready to spew too. I want your nut so badly I can taste it in the back of my throat. Shit, you rape my hole so good man. Damn, I can't wait to feel your cum ooze inside of my body." Frankie did everything he could to swallow Johnny's dick down to his tail bone. He was a slut for that dick and began to rock back and forth on the thick impaler. The feeling in his ass was so massive that he had to brace his back against Johnny's chest as he spread and raised his legs and placed them against the dashboard. Totally and safely secured by a plunging dick, Frankie had a death grip on his own cock like a fiend as his butthole milked Johnny's ass raping member. Soon both would be releasing sperm from their pent up balls. Johnny returned to pulling on Frankie's nipples as he finally released his seed in the fat ass he was lucky enough to be fucking. "I'm cumming man! Fuck...I am cumming, shit I'm unloading up this tight hole dude. Damn, take this nut. Drink my ball juice with your hot hole. Suck that dick with your rectum. Open up your ass lips and slurp that load out Frankie." Johnny let loose volley after volley of semen inside of his intestines as he punished Frankie's nipples. As cum erupted from his balls the contractions from his prostate forced his hairy butthole to tighten around the huge rubber dildo fucking him, as he fucked Frankie. Pure shivers of joy ran up his spine with each blast, provided largely by the wonderful feeling of being butt banged by a massive cock. With each intense release he pulled harder on his nickel sized nipples, knowing that they were the gateway to Frankie's spitting dick. So much pre cum was covering his cock that for a moment Johnny thought that his fuck partner had already cum. Luckily he hadn't because Johnny was surely going to want another round of butt sex and piss very soon. That event was still yet to come. "Oh, shit, fuck yeah, I love the feeling of your cock spitting-up inside my smelly hole. Damn, this shit is making me want to cum. Damn, I want to bust this nut too Johnny. Help get me off, rape my asshole, tug on my tits and yank my balls off dude. Fucking ravage me." Frankie looked like a god damned bating junky as he gripped his massive cock and road Johnny's spewing cock till his butt rubbed against his shit coated pubes. Faster and faster his hand almost disappeared as he wanked himself to orgasm. Frankie was moaning and groaning so loud that it was echoing off the walls of the truck. He leaned forward onto the dashboard to give Johnny total access to hit his most special and private parts. His G spot was being pummeled by the cock invader with such intensity and purpose that Frankie feared for the long term health of his abused teen boy pussy. His wide open legs began to fart out noxious fumes with each exit of Johnny's throbbing member as a sign of the lack of control Frankie had over his butthole. He was totally owned by Johnny, just the way he thought he should be. Within an instant, a flash of white cream erupted from his open piss slit and covered the truck window with his creamy spooge. The contractions produced by ejaculation in both of their assholes was just what they needed to end the afternoon. The stinky tang of shit and cum soiled teen boy was heavy in the air, after hours of dirty homo sex. The truck quickly began to reek of abused asshole as Frankie slowly raised himself off of Johnnie's still hard cock. Even after edging for so long, the hunky teen had a dick that was just as erect and ready to pound out another sticky load of spooge as when they began fucking around 4 hours earlier. Frankie looked down to see the tip of Johnnie's dick caked with brown smelly shit from the nether regions of his very sore butthole. Johnny had plunged so deep within his shit pocket that excrement coating his male member was a certainty, especially when you consider that neither young man thought that cleaning out his rectum was a logical choice of action before taking a monster sized cock up their poop chute. The musty smell of shit was hard to ignore as it was accompanied by thick strings of cum that exited Frankie's winking brown eye. Johnny couldn't help but be drawn back into the beautiful sight of the hole that he just fucked, as it spit back his load of cock cream. He took a long look at the thick grey sludge as Frankie farted it back out in his direction. His mouth watering, Johnny opened wide and dove into Frankie's gape and began to felch out his spent load as he bucked up and down some more on the dildo lodged inside his rectum. From the driver's seat, the giver of the dildo gift, watched in awe at the sexual exploits of the teen boys to his right. Over the length of the summer he has watched them fuck and suck each other's smelly buttholes with wild abandon and a level of freedom from embarrassment or shame that made his pride and thick cock swell. At that moment, he couldn't wait until they reached the next rest stop so that he could join in and take a turn fucking the shit out of both of his twin sons' putrid assholes.

That's it, tell us about your brothers.. Sheesh, do you think this guy has a girlfriend, I think not. I'll bet he has no friends either. Or a job. Or dress sense. Or a life

The first one is without doubt the most original and truly scariest thing ive ever seen ps the reason Cameron changed the head design was because the domes kept breaking

Defo the original, but I do have a soft spot for the dog/bull alien from Alien 3

Actually I am getting so bored by this website ... it has literally drained out my enthusiasm for the movie Prometheus. I was so excited but now after reading all this junk by so called know it alls, I have lost interest.

awwe don't be a party pooper bloodyacid. With no new news, no new trailers we are for a loss on things to discuss. So we go back and analize what we do have, and probably go a bit too far with it. But it is all in fun! "I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities." ~Theodore Geisel "Nothing encourages creativity like the chance to fall flat on one's face." ~James D. Finley "Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!" ~Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Thinks You Can Think!

Alien Resurrection sucks ass, BIG TIME!! But yet again I am one of the very few who enjoyed Alien 3, much more than Alien's!

Let's not forget the smiling while swimming like a fish Xenos...ugh

I did not understand this movie at all! To me it seems like they just ran out of things to do with tje franchise. The swimming scene sucked, and the "psycho alien baby" was so budget I just thought "really? That's what's hot everyone suicidal?" what happened to the good movies?

dumbass hollywood producers...making alien hip

Dad and I shared a birthday It was his 34th and my 18th this year. Being just 16 years apart made us more like brothers then Father and Son really, and I loved that closeness. My dad is a head turner Adonis, a Tall Blonde powerfully built man who resembles Brad Pitt and I am proud to say I am dad's spitting image. As close as we were, there was one major secret kept between us, Oddly enough it was exactly what Dad did to earn our living? Every day he'd leave the house for work as I left for school, him in one of his many $3,000.00 hand made suits. Get into his custom made 15 foot RV that was his office and exotic lounge all rolled into one. His faithful driver would show up park his own car and drive dad off to whatever was his job. Early and many times over the years dad had been frank with me, I was never to ask exactly what he did for a living, That what he did was totally legal and I'd learn when I was older just what it was. We called this " OUR AGREEMENT " Early in life I was amused by our neighbors and my friends who would defer to my dad and try to pry from me what it was he did do. I knew the deference was due to them thinking my dad some sort of Crime boss that it was wise not to upset him at any cost. Really I kind of liked the idea and enjoyed the benefits of their deference to me as well. Now by 2 weeks before my big 18th birthday I was also convinced dad was a crime boss, There was just no other explanation to all the money and the suits our housekeeper and cook, the drivers, expensive vacations and three local restaurants dad owned in town but seldom visited or tended to himself. Why the custom made RV and not a car? This was not the only secret I had in my young life then. There was my relationship with Jimmy Gears our next door neighbor who's dad was a single Parent like mine and also well off as head of surgery at the local hospital. Jimmy and I would spend many a sleep over as we grew up only difference from other kids sleep overs is that when we planned or asked for a sleep over it turned out Our dads agreed always, but it always turned out to be a foursome sleep over, Our two dads made a night of it as well sleeping over in the master bed room not far from our rooms. Jimmy and I took it as an over protective single parent thing and paid little mind. You guessed it Jimmy and I as many a young boys do, progressed from a showing each other ours, to jerking each other off and even to sucking and gloriously into fucking the hell out of each others holes. I grew to love Jimmy and he me as only two boys into this sort of thing could and do. Jimmy and I could be open and frank with each other as only two male lovers can and so Jimmy reinforced the in me the neighborhood conception of my dad as a Crime boss. Jimmy worked himself up to a lather in fear that if ever our love became known to my dad he'd have Jimmy snuffed, wiped out, taken care of, sent to swim with the fishes as they say. One night alone in Jimmy's bed I was as always trying to make light of his fears. " Jimmy do you think if my dad was really a Crime boss he'd be sleeping right now down the hall in a bed with your own dad? Crime boss's just don't clime into bed with other men." I had said that without thinking and only as a means to ease Jimmy's mind but hearing my own words suddenly enlightened my own mind. The truth of my own statement opened my eyes to a possibility, We were in a large mansion that had four bedrooms and here was our dads sleeping together in one bed? Every other weekend it was the four of us sleeping in our home or at Jimmy's and the same arrangement always. We'd take summer and winter vacations to Paris, London, and it was always two a joining hotel rooms one for the Dads one for us boys. Jimmy propped up on one elbow naked after I had creamed his hole with my teen cum was shocked at the thought. " Holy Shit Brad, Our dad's are as into each other as you and I are" The rest of that night we were up and talking about only that possibility, Our dads were queer for each other as we were. We bought up all the signs we had been missing to prove our case. Jimmy remembered then that not long ago he noticed his dad had kissed us good night wearing blue jockey shorts and my dad had on white jockey shorts, In the morning he distinctly noticed that the briefs were reversed on them. I recalled once finding two used rubbers that didn't flush down the toilet after one of our sleep overs, Jimmy and I never used rubbers on each other. How could we have been so blind? Was it that we were so involved in our own sexual escapades we didn't see their's happening? Jimmy bought it up first by asking " If this is true Brad, would you be open to having sex with my dad and would I be open to having sex with your dad? I lay there and at his words was picturing his dad naked. The man was a dream Hunk, Like my dad Blonde and the perfectly formed male body. I had the excitement of one time or another having seen both Men's cocks and they were both thickly and hung long and uncut. I answered Jimmy's question slowly and deliberately more then a little afraid my answer could piss Jimmy off. " Jimmy to be honest it would be weird as hell at first but Yes I'd have our kind of sex with both Men." A plan was hatched, Each man had a private office in the basement of each home, My dad's was locked up tighter then a bank vault but Jimmy's dad's office was never locked. We'd join forces during the school week and investigate that office for clue's. There was an hour each school day when we were mostly alone except for our respective housekeepers up stairs. in both home the house gym a joined the offices. We found three film tapes the first marked " First rehearsal. "Jim and Brad" We took the tape up to Jimmy's room excited to have found this treasure. I wasn't really prepared for all the information it did in fact reveal to us to shocked boys. First was my dad big Brad talking to a group of men maybe four of them. It seemed to be in a studio, there was a large bed with drinks on a table next to it. Dad was saying to the group. " OK men for this test no matter what I want complete silence during the filming and I want to run trough the whole sequence start to finish, we have a new man here on the set and this is to be our personal tape so no real need to be all that professional." Then shockingly out comes or into camera range comes Big Jim dressed like my own dad is shorts, T-Shirt and white socks, Wordlessly the two dad's embrace and are all over each other humping cocks and tonguing each other like gay lovers. My dad surprisingly goes down and actually kissed Big Jim's socked foot and then slowly peels off Big Jim's white socks and is holding up his muscular foot and licking and kissing that manly bare foot all while Big Jim is all smiles and bending to kiss my dad's head as the foreplay goes on. Dad reaches up and in a flash not missed by the camera pulls down Big Jim's shorts and the largest hard cock I've ever seen pops free and my dad is now all over that monster bare long 9 inch cock. One camera catches him sucking and devouring that monster cock while one camera shows his hand finger fucking into Jim's hole as he sucks. Then two fingers and then, Lord almighty Big Jim is pushing back on three of dad's fingers and loving it all. Suddenly both dad's are on the large bed and naked as all hell and 69ing each other and the three cameras are catching all the wonderful sucking. Jimmy and I then estimate that my dad's cock is at least an inch longer at maybe 10 inches. My dad asks suddenly in all kinds of sexual heat. " You want to be the bitch? Big Jim rolls off my dads cock and at once is on his back legs up in the air in submission to my dad. There is some confusion with the cameras I suppose ad they move to get into place and then We witness the head of my dad's cock up against Big Jim's hole and then inserting into the spreading hole as big Jim calls out for more of my dad's cock. We watch shocked as all 10 inches of that thick ass big uncut bare cock move slowly into big Jim's welcoming hole. It was there the film ended with a chalk board being held up before the camera saying " PART ON OF THREE" As Jimmy was reversing the film in the machine his housekeeper calls up the stairs. " Its almost time Boys for dinner" We rushed down to the office and return the tape as we found it. All four of us were to eat at Jimmy's that night and then after go out together to a movie. I was hard the whole meal looking at those two dads and later that night Jimmy fucked me royal and I creamed in his ass a master load of my cum. Next day a Saturday I was called on the phone by Jimmy. " We have a problem Brad," I joked back " Yea I know, How are we going to get our two dad's in bed with us for a hot foursome? Jimmy was not amused and in a sad voice said. My Dad knows, Seems we didn't put the film we saw back in the right order and he checked the office security cameras and saw it was us taking it. He wants you to say nothing to Your dad and come over as soon as you can to talk to the two of us." I suppose I should have been afraid or at least worried but instead I was excited and I responded to Jimmy " This is great Jimmy, now the fucking cat is out of the bag, Out of the fucking bag forever. Relax, Your already 18 as of last week and I'll be 18 in less the two days, its let the fun times begin my boy, Hey I'll be over in a flash Jimmy." As I rushed at full pace over to Jimmy's picturing his dad taking my dad's cock the thought ran through my mind. " So what the hell does my dad do for his living? Does he run a porno film company? Is he really a crime boss who happens to have muscled into a Porno film business? His he rich enough to have hired a Porno studio? I decided I just would have to wait but took great satisfaction in knowing my handsome Blonde dad was hung unmercifully large and was into fucking men like I would be in just two days. I was thinking life was grand as I open the door and let myself into Jimmy's house we never knocked on each others doors, we were like family to each other. Soon I prayed to become four ass hole buddies. I fully expected Big Jim to at least at first be playing the aggrieved and violated dad. Demanding we at the very lease two apologies for having violated his personal space as we had done. I heard them in the basement lounge and walked down. There they were seated at the bar each with a tall glass of beer in front of them, Each bare chested and sweaty as all hell and provocatively wearing only white briefs that were showing hot out lines of their cocks. Upon my entering Jimmy popped up and scooted behind the bar and was pouring me a beer. I couldn't believe my eyes, this wasn't like them to be like this it could have only meant that they had just had sex, I knew the look and smile on Jimmy's face, I wanted in.

uh, dont remember that bit in the movie........ will someone please remove this oxygen thief-pea brain !!

I think going into it's pre-production, everyone had the right idea. A good script with a similar premise to Aliens: survive/get the fuck away from the aliens asap with the whole resurrection/hybrid-genetics twisted into the story and Ripley as a reluctant hero. Initially they tried to get Danny Boyle who would've delivered the goods. The problem was in miscasting Jean Pierre Jeunet for his visionary works and misreading what tone he would bring to the story. At the time, he had done incredible stuff with Delicatessen and City of Lost Children but the tone and character of those films does not translate into our expectations. Resurrection looks great as a film, but it's too much of a comic book in its portrayal and fantastical of a world to believe and feel any true horror. Jeunet doesn't make horrors or even thrillers, for that matter. He creates nightmarish worlds where humanity prevails in ironic, humorous, and romantic fashion. The Alien Franchise is rooted in realism, futureshock, and plays upon innate fears of -- interspecies (and genetic) rape, being preyed upon, and being alone in the dark.

Take The Pain, Can't you think of anything different? Other than posting about your family all the time?

Wow. Seriously wow. I got a few paragraphs in until I realized what he had posted. Ushbuck/Buckethead... just trolling again. BTW, you are right... I forgot all about the swimming scene. I HATE CGI though... Damn smiling Aliens!

break the disc.....what was not ghetto about that film

I usually prefer to keep to myself and avoid confrontations. I recently took a few weeks off from my job as a programmer, telling human resources that I'm suffering from work related anxiety, getting a note from my psychiatrist to back up my claim. Of course , being timid and non-confrontational, I didn't tell her exactly why my psychiatrist had order me two weeks off to rest, but seeing as how I've not taken a day off since my high school graduation ceremony, they were eager to let me so as to avoid any liability if I had a nervous breakdown at work or something. In hind- sight, I guess I actually enjoyed being miserable most of the time and part of me not telling her was to wallow in my self-pity. This all could have been avoided had I come clean with her in the first place. To be clear, it wasn't anything weird. I had an issue with workplace bullying. The guys doing the bullying weren't bad guys either; they're just the typical office frat boy that kind of never grew out of their college days. What was happened was since I first started working for the company I became the target of weekly office pranks. I wasn't the only one, but I was hit more frequently. Typical stuff, like whoopee cushions, snakes in a can of nuts, cubicle draws filled with packing peanuts. I never complained, so I guess they assumed I thought it was funny, and afterwards they'd have a laugh with me, I'd put on a fake smile and go about my business. I started working for this company when I was seventeen to support myself through high school and college, not intending to stay, but the job market for English majors who minored in C++ is stagnant, especially if you have anxiety problems standing in front of an unruly classroom full of children. I'm twenty-two now, so for five years their pranks have worn on me like an old sock. It wasn't just their pranks too; I've had other things on my mind. I've been sexually confused for a major part of my life, but also the stress of supporting myself, no vacations, and the stress of work. It all came to a head when I had a panic attack one day while waiting for some code to compile. Nobody bothered that day me so I pretty much stayed it out in my cubicle. My Psychologist ordered me to take a vacation. So for two weeks I spent a lot of time painting little pewter figurines for Dungeons and Dragons and a lot of drinking. Not drinking, like drown my sorrows, alcoholic drinking, I had collected a lot of spirits I meant to try out some time. I also spent a great deal of time pouring over women's lingerie catalogs and online clothing stores. Up until this time, except for DnD nights, I didn't have much free time, even to indulge in some of my desires. Surviving was more important than my wished to be a woman. After two weeks, I came back to work to find my entire cubicle covered in aluminum foil. Everything was covered. Pencils, pens, computer, monitor, keyboard, desk, my personal effects... My anxiety was at an all-time high, I was sure I was going into a panic attack. Of course nobody really understood and these things happened to anyone else when they went on vacation, despite my note to HR and the email I sent out asking for these kinds of pranks to not happen to me. I just broke down after my manger told me that I was going to clean it up and get to work within the hour or else I'd be speaking with HR about not doing my work and taking a personal leave. I took some pictures, documented some complaints to HR and left for the day. The first thing I did when I got home was cry in the shower for a good five hours. I kind of emerged from the bath room after realizing I was freezing. After calming down, I checked my phone for messages to find out that I had been fired. I called my psychologist who called an attorney who called my work who called me saying I had not been fired, and I was "free to come back to work tomorrow and would receive a written letter of apology." It might seem extreme to you, but I didn't go back for a week, and when I did I was only there to hand in my letter of resignation. My cubicle was still covered in foil. I sued them for creating a hostile work environment and settled for an undisclosed amount of cash. The Frat Boys and the Manager were fired. For the next month or so I was in a daze. This time for real I found myself drinking heavily just to get drunk. Sometime in June I ran out of booze and found myself sober. I found myself looking at the lingerie magazines again. I suddenly was well off to do whatever I liked. I ordered some women's pajamas and panties, some sex toys and makeup. While waiting for my packages to arrive, I looked around at my condo. Half of it reflected the desires that I struggled for years with. The other half was typical male apartment garage. Silk flowers sitting in a crystal vase that belonged to my mother on top on a coffee table made up of orang crates and a chunk of plywood. That theme pretty much played out throughout the entire condo. I went to the hardware store and Ikea and came home with pink paint and pink furniture. Without even thinking, I decided to start indulging myself. At first it was just my bedroom antics. With my new pink walls, my new pink bed, my pink shelves and my pink throw rungs, I masturbated my ass with a pink vibrating dildo in my pretty pink pajamas with red hearts and pink panties with a little rosebud on the front. I wasn't a big man. I'm only just barely five and an half feet tall. A lot of my problems probably stemmed from my timid little frail body. But being so small did have i ts advantages I found out. Being young and small, transforming myself into a woman would be all the easier. I confessed to my psychologist and begged him to put me on hormones. It took me almost half a year to get him to write the prescription, but by now I had taken the change in full force. Every day I would spend my days at home, reading raunchy romance novels, dressing up in women's clothing and practicing my makeup. Eventually with my now long black and curly hair and my skill with the applicator, I could pass of a very pretty cross dresser. My first night on the town ended brilliantly. I booked a ticket for San Francisco and would have my coming out on Castro. I checked in as a man, when I walked back out of that Hilton, I was a drag queen. I wore a sexy black cocktail dress, high heels, and a new pair of breast forms. My hair was still unstylish, but I went to a salon and had my first perm and manicure. I found myself in a gay club. There were, as you might imagine lots of neon rainbows, men making out with men, women dancing with women and the cheap club scene pop music that plays at every club. I was still nervous and found myself to be a really talented wallflower. I just watched for a few hours until I was asked to dance by a most handsome stud. His hair was bleached, his skin was tanned, his abs were ripped and his skin was soft like velvet. The scent of old spice lingered off his chest and I was taken back and the Adonis standing in front of me. "I'm a man." I kind of mumbled out, tripping over my tongue, afraid he thought I was a woman. "No shit." he replied tome as he led me to the dance floor. Saying he asked me to dance, is a bit of an overstatement. He just yanked my arm and said something inaudible over the bass track booming throughout the venue. I'd been drinking a few foo foo drinks by then and a little uninhibited. ME, being the shut-in had no idea what to do. At first it was me, looking dumbfounded while the stud muffin just humped me. Some women and another drag queen helped me get the danc e down eventually and in no time I was bumping an grinding with some really, hot men. I only spent a few hours there before coming home with another man. I don't remember his name, but I do remember his body quite well. He wasn't ripped like my stud from earlier, but he had the sort of homely look and personality that you see in a gay man, who guess is the woman in the relationship. About ten years older, slightly balding and wore glasses. But he was fit and he had a really incredible cock. The dildo U had at home was only about an inch in girth, but his was clearly twice that as he slid his fat ckock into my ass and taking my virginity. He pounded me for a while before cuming inside me, apologizing for getting carried away. And as for my reach around, I didn't last nearly as long as he did. Within a minute I was blowing my load all over his back. It felt incredible. Compared to the pussy in a can, his ass was tight, it wrapped around my cock, squeezing with every thrust. A few more times, we took turns before calling it a night. He left me with a long and passionate kiss and walked out of my room. For the next hour I was bleeding out my ass, but after a few shots of whiskey I passed out on the bed and awake the next morning. Everything I had done the night before finally donned on me. Hung over, I cried for a bit, before coming to terms with what I did. I don't regret it at all. I was the time of my life and I did it again the next evening. This time with a fellow tranny like me. For the next hour I was bleeding out my ass, but after a few shots of whiskey I passed out on the bed and awake the next morning. Everything I had done the night before finally donned on me. Hung over, I cried for a bit, before coming to terms with what I did. I don't regret it at all. It was the time of my life and I did it again the next evening. This time, with a fellow tranny like me. Her cock wasn't as big as my last john, but her fake tits bounced and jiggled ad she mounted me and shook them in my face. Sucking her nipples, I decided that I too should get a implants. For the next five days I brought along someone almost every night. I'd take my transformation in stride and embrace my homosexuality after that I arrived back to my condo and started to live my life as a woman from then on out. Today I'm happy with my lover and fellow transgendered partner. Together we're prepared for the final surgery. Be both spent most of my money on surgeries and clothes, but finally I'm no longer suffering from anxiety and I have great C cup breasts.

got a clue? - Was it he became the best man at Gigers wedding?

I don't want Shaw to die because Noomi Rapace is my favorite actress EVER, but I suppose we have ro wait and see...

Plus, Keanu Reeves would not be a great fit for the Ridley Scott sci/fi horror world.

I've been doing my best to try and find the "link to an interview where Ridley Scott says directly that whatever aliens appear in Prometheus will be "progenitor" of the alien" that you asked for @GreatBoosUp and, admittedly, have had some difficulty. I looked and looked and this is the best I've come up with so far..... "Production design has commenced, and Arthur Max is heading a small Pinewood Studios art department, whose task is to deconstruct the first Alien and reverse-design the prequels from the original art and visuals. The Alien itself will be reenvisioned as a progenitor of the received form of the Xenomorph, and Scott reported that he had planned to contact H. R. Giger for possible artistic collaboration." I found it at [url=http://movieprometheus.com/]http://movieprometheus.com/[/url] ....under the article entitled 'Ridley Scott, the Director. New Movie, Prometheus, 2012'.....it's about the seventh article down the page. I'm still looking for a bit more though

3:26 AM....close examination of the photographs. Thinks about the scene of David removing the gel covered object from the ampule. Just a thought, so please dont discredit the possibility. There is a definite edge to the section of the helmet that is molten, and the portion that is still smooth. Look between the pinky and ring finger of the glove touching the rippled surface. Remember what the face hugger did to Cane's suit to get inside, it dissolved the faceplate. Think of a jellyfish, some species are transparent. The first photograph looks very gelatinous almost as if there is something clinging to the outside of the helmut. The resulting vapor/smoke could be the by product of rapid disintigration of the plastic due to that jelly eating it's way inside. Once inside it conforms to the face of Holloway and begins to do whatever it is that this jellatinous thing does. That white worm creature that was discussed in other threads was rather amorphous. It slithered out of scene in the leaked trailer. Though it's perhaps too closely related to the facehugger in Alien, could be it's what you get when you leave a biomechanical delivery system dormant for thousands of years, a protoplasmic organism with a programmed imperative to obtain, and evolve using any biological material available.

Not bad @Ghost Solitare...not bad

^^ If it happens this way, "Prometheus" in modern times has to at least be a separate class of the Gods/Annunaki/Fallen angels for the myth to make sense in the film (certainly a possibility because it keeps things simple and we've heard about Engineers and Elder Engineers). The reason I think it could be either is that the Titans are definitely a separate class of beings from the the Gods when you look at the myth. And Ridley said "Prometheus" will relate to more than just the name of the ship. I think we're on the right track applying it to the backstory as well as the storyline of the movie. Even if they're just the genetic engineers of this race by the time we catch up to them. The Titans were at one time the Elder Gods, which suggests higher power than the Gods who come along later, and are depicted as very human. However, the Titans on Earth were the remnants of the Elder Gods, and were depicted as human as well many times (Prometheus is a glaring example). So it could be that they're all Annunaki, but that one class of their culture, is the true master over things like genetic engineering and terraforming.

Naaa still not buying it (yet) I'm not outright saying anyone's right or wrong (myself included) but the fact is, we know so little right now! Where is the big head? a) Earth b) LV426 c) None of the above .....LOL What/who is the big blue-ish chap? What is the thing on the scanner table? a) head b) helmet c) SJ ceremonial or haloween mask? Who would wear it/who is it meant for? (P.S. Buick - you say the eye sockets are still close enough together for a human to where?!.... a bloody big one with eyes practically on the side of its head, granted!) We do know this... It's all about our alleged origin as a species. Could we infact be a product the SJs - yes quite possibly. Or could we even be a by-product?! Now there's a thought! Who even created that large heed and what the h*ck for? I think anybody that says, IT IS DEFINATELY THIS or IT IS DEFINATELY THAT, at this juncture is being a tad fool-hardy! These peeps know for definate do they? Do they have an inside line somehow? Again only personal opinion but using only logic I think Engr101's theory of Mr Blue being something else entirely is also quite viable. Maybe he's an 'inbetween approximation' left there by the SJ's as some sort of intermediary for first contact/geeting/communction - so we didn't feel so horrified by the SJ's own physical appearance? H*ck, maybe he's an SJ-built android for that purpose?

Yep the Xeno's and SJ's are definitly closely related! I've touched on the fact that the progenitor to the Xeno's could well be SJ's themselves after the Prometheus' crew tampering with their DNA manipulation looking stuff. I.e it could explain how Xeno's seem to have this random ability of showing intelligent behaviour. . .

I don't think @Jeremy B. is insinuating they're doing a retread of the early script. That would be lazy and uninspired. @You have my sympathy...I think you're on the right track. It seems obvious that elements of the early script Ridley liked that were not brought to fruition in 'Alien' for whatever reason, be it budget or story concerns, are being used in 'Prometheus' as a way of coming full circle to what fell by the wayside some 33 years ago. I tend to feel as though Ridley has always had certain elements and opinions about the backstory of the SpaceJockey and the early script bouncing around in his mind and he's finally had the chance to complete his vision of what was behind 'Alien' to begin with. The ampules or "urns" in the "ampule room" with the big monolithic 40 ft. head are an obvious take from the early script....it's all just a matter of what else he brought from those early ideas to what 'Prometheus' will be when it hits screens this June.

Thank you for your comments! :) I was snooping around the forum when I found a post about a creature in the leaked trailer that looks octopus like! Could it be the creature mentioned in the script above? because If I recall correctly I think Ridley Scott was quoted saying that the creature in this movie is the ancestor of the Xenomorph! It would all make sense then! The post I mentioned: [url=http://www.prometheus-movie.com/community/forums/topic/1523]http://www.prometheus-movie.com/community/forums/topic/1523[/url]

I think xeno's are just killing machines...........

@habidm I think you're right. And I bet the Spacejockey's/Engineers (who are the same) totally manipulate them..... I just *know* corporate greed is going to do this bunch in! lol

I've touched on this subject previously aswell. All this rumour and talk has been on the SJ being some kinda God like species, with their massive spaceships etc. But surely a creature as pure and "deadly" as the Xenomorph would be considered more God like?? I mean it does ANYTHING to survive it's given habitat, can reproduce in god knows how many ways, doesn't give in to it's emotions in any scenario. I'd personally class that as more deity based. . .

P.s apologies that post came up twice, it said it didn't post!

The 2nd and 3rd replies, i aggree!!!!!

Interesting theory...would fit with Riddles' musings that perhaps the Xenos are "gods of war" from a while back...(actually, I think he said they CAN'T be because "Mars is too close", or something...but, still a fairly original idea! ;P

Hey folks new to the site but loving the discussions. Just on the new trailer and the discussion here as right as it all sounds idea wise the planet the derelict crashes on the the trailer looks a lot more habitable then the original lv486 so there had to be an explanation for that.

i dont see it :( do you mean the snow and/or bad reception? or is there a picture of the derelict i am just not seeing? i am so confused somebody help me :(

Unless I am crazy, it appears to be the distorted view of the original derelict from Alien in that quick shot. It looks like it to me, but I am often wrong so I could be seeing things.