Malcolm made it back to camp first, beating Reese by a good 10 seconds. He was winded after running down the side of the mountain and threw off his pack as soon as he arrived. He collapsed on the ground and panted for air. Reese was trotting behind at a slower pace and didn't even seem to be out of breath. He casually came up to his brother, dropped his backpack and sat down cross legged.

"What's for dinner, butt munch, it's your turn to cook." Reese grinned at his exhausted little brother. Malcolm continued to pant and ignored everything else. Reese prodded him with the toe of his hiking boot and laughed. "Jeez, man, you're in really terrible shape, you have to get more exercise. You're not going to die are you?" Malcolm tried to control his breathing, it really was embarrassing that he was lying in the dirt gulping for air while Reese hadn't broken a sweat and was breathing normally.

"Pan (pant pant) cakes." Malcolm got out that information between breaths. He consciously slowed down his breathing and forced himself to get it together. "Pancakes, we're having pancakes." He felt almost normal and he sat up. "Why aren't you winded? We just ran like two miles." Malcolm knew the answer before the words even left his mouth. Reese played street hockey, skated, and rode his bike constantly, not to mention organizing neighborhood pickup games of baseball, basketball, and football. Although he never "exercised" a day in his life, his activities were more than enough to keep him physically fit.

"Just superior genetics, I guess. You got stuck with the wimpy genes while I got the awesome Greek god genes." Reese laughed and made a muscle. Malcolm rolled his eyes and started to stand up. He brushed away his brother's hand when he tried to help him up, it was bad enough he had gotten so winded, he didn't need Reese thinking he couldn't even stand up without help.

Reese gathered wood for the campfire while Malcolm busied himself making the pancake batter. He dumped the Quick Cake mix into a large plastic pitcher, added water, put the top on tightly and shook it like mad. He thought ironically that this was about as much exercise as he normally ever got and prayed he didn't start sweating or get out of breath again. Reese was right, he had to start getting in better shape.

Malcolm made enough pancakes to feed a small army and he and Reese finished them all. After burping loudly, Reese stretched out on the ground, leaving Malcolm to clean up. After a few minutes, the younger Wilkerson stretched out next to his brother. Reese turned on his side and smiled. "Good supper, butt munch!" Before Malcolm could respond, the ground shook with a huge clap of thunder. A few seconds later, the skies opened up with a torrential rain. The boys were soaked before they could scramble to their feet and take cover inside their tent.

Not having enough room inside to stand up straight, the boys crawled inside on their hands and knees and started to strip off their wet clothes while squatting. Reese peeled off his wet tee shirt first, then sat down on the ground and unlaced his boots, he tossed them and his sweaty socks in a corner, then stood on his knees to pull off his shorts and underwear. Malcolm followed roughly the same procedure and within 30 seconds, both boys were stark naked. Malcolm walked on his knees over to their supplies and pulled out some dry clothes. "Dude! Don't get dressed!" Reese put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I've got a better idea."

Reese rummaged through his belongings and produced a pint bottle of Puerto Rican rum. He sat on their single sleeping bag and motioned for Malcolm to join him. "Where did you get that?" The younger Wilkerson was totally impressed that his brother had managed to first of all acquire booze, and then successfully sneak it on their camping trip. Reese smiled from ear to ear and broke the seal on the bottle. He opened the cap and let his brother take a smell. "Francis gave it to me for my last birthday. He said to save it for a special occasion, and I did." Reese took a sip and almost coughed but didn't. He smiled at his naked brother and gave him the bottle. "Take a hit, butt munch, it's awesome. It's expensive, you know Francis always has quality stuff."

Malcolm took the bottle and slammed back a good swallow, coughing a few times but quickly recovering. He felt the warmth of the liquid slide down his throat and into his stomach. "Hey, this is really good, kind of sweet." He passed the bottle back to Reese as he felt the warmth of the liquor move into his balls and he could feel his dick start to get hard. He stared at his brother's naked body and noticed the rum was having the same effect on him. After a couple more swigs apiece, both Wilkerson boys had raging boners.

Malcolm smiled and hoped they were about to have another beat off session. "Reese, let's do it again, you know, what we did earlier." The older boy took a drink of rum and smiled at Malcolm. He put down the bottle and put his arm around the slim shoulders of his naked and aroused little brother.

"Dude, first we jerked off in front of each other, then we jerked each other off, now let's do something else, you up for it?" Reese reached for Malcolm's balls and squeezed them. The younger boy let out a loud moan and Reese knew he would agree to anything.

"Uhhh fuck that feels so awesome! We gonna play with each other's balls?" Malcolm was totally enjoying the feeling of being naked, drunk, and having his junk molested by his older brother.

Reese took his hand away from Malcolm's balls and looked him dead in the eye. "I got something better for us! Just follow my lead, ok?" Malcolm quickly agreed. Reese took his arm from around his brother's shoulder and pushed him flat on his back atop the sleeping bag. He laid there while Reese got on his knees and admired the view. Malcolm's body was slender without being too skinny. His skin was a little on the pasty white side but thanks to the rum, it had a healthy pink glow. All of the Wilkerson boys were naturally smooth and had very little body hair. Their dad was hairy beyond belief but thankfully, the boys didn't inherit that particular trait. Although well into his teens, Malcolm had only the faintest trace of peach fuzz for pubes. His dick stood straight up.

Reese kneeled over his brother and stroked his own dick, getting ready for whatever it was he was planning. It was already wet with pre cum and he stopped playing with it, he did not want to shoot his load too soon. Without warning, he bent over and put Malcolm's boner between his lips. He put the whole thing in his mouth and throat and started to slide up and down the shaft while running his tongue over his brother's dick head and applying suction. Malcolm screamed with pleasure and lust. Just as suddenly as he had started blowing his brother, Reese pulled off and straightened up.

"Reese! What the fuck, man! Don't leave me like this, I want more! Suck my dick, bro, suck my dick some more!" Malcolm pleaded with Reese to finish what he had started. The older boy was on his knees, looking down at his brother, smiling from ear to ear. Malcolm looked at Reese's dick. It was harder than he had ever seen it before and it was absolutely pouring clear, sticky pre cum from the head. "If you want more, you have to agree to something." Reese got off the sleeping bag and squatted next to it. "Turn over on your stomach."

Malcolm was desperate to get off sexually and did what he was told. He had a pretty good idea what was about to happen. Reese straddled his younger brother, placing each knee on one side of the slender naked teen. Reese was in awe of Malcolm's ass. Ever since they were kids, every time he had seen him nude he had secretly lusted after it. Now, here is was, laid out before him in all its glory. His brother's ass was completely hairless and consisted of two perfectly formed half-globes of bouncy, snow white butt meat. Reese grabbed one cheek with each hand and squeezed, then rubbed, then squeezed again. He took his hands away and saw red marks he had left on Malcolm's ass.

"Butt munch, I wanna fuck you in the ass so bad it hurts but I won't do it unless I know you really want me to do this, ok?" Reese may have been a horny, lusty, teenage boy and a total perv, but he was not a rapist. He reached behind for the bottle and took a big gulp of rum while he waited for Malcolm's answer.

"Reese, let me have a hit!" Malcolm got up on his elbows as Reese tipped the bottle to his lips. He gulped down the magic liquid that had made all this possible. He collapsed again on his stomach. "Fuck me, bro! Fuck me in my tight virgin boy hole!"

Reese separated Malcolm's ass cheeks with his hands. He leaned over and drooled spit directly on top of his brother's puckered hole. He worked it in with his finger and got into position. When Reese realized how much pre cum he was producing, he thought he really didn't need the spit. He scooted up on his knees until he was in place, then sat back a little. He put his hard, wet dick between Malcolm's ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down. Between the spit and the pre, Malcolm's ass was lubed to the max.

Reese put the tip of his dick on top of his brother's ass hole and gently put pressure on his dickhead with his thumbs. After a little resistance, the tip of Reese's dick popped inside. "Dude, I'm gonna fuck you so hard my dick's gonna come out through your nose!" Reese shoved the entire length of his boner inside Malcolm all at once. The younger boy screamed loudly and started panting heavily. "Bro, it's ok, I'm just gonna leave it inside and not move until you get used to it, let me know when you want me to continue."

Reese prayed he didn't cum until he got to fuck his brother some more. True to his word, he kept his dick still, all the way inside Malcolm's ass. Reese felt his balls touching his brother's butt cheeks. "I'm ok, fuck me, Reese, go for it!" The older Wilkerson boy didn't wait, he immediately started pumping his little brother's sweet, young, smooth ass with all his might. Reese looked down and felt dizzy with lust as he watched Malcolm's hot ass cheeks shake and bounce as his dick moved in and out between them. Reese started to cum, and he shot hard, wave after wave, after wave of boy juice, deep inside the butt of his favorite brother and best friend. He saw that his cum was starting to leak out from around Malcolm's hole and pulled out. The sensation of his brother's tight asshole grabbing his dick as he took it out produced a fresh orgasm.

"Fuck man, roll over, roll over!" Reese was beside himself with lust. When Malcolm rolled over, Reese took aim and shot a big wad of cum right in the middle of the younger boy's face. He moved up on his knees and positioned himself right over Malcolm's mouth. "Open up, man, open up!" When he did, Reese plopped his now semi-soft, long, and very wet dick inside his brother's mouth. "Suck me clean bro, suck my dick clean." Malcolm did as instructed.

Reese pulled out of Malcolm's mouth and saw that his brother was still rock hard, he hadn't gotten off yet. As promised, Reese bent down and finished the blow job on his younger brother he had started earlier. After a few minutes of expert sucking, Malcolm shot a ridiculous amount of cum and Reese swallowed it all. When they were finished, they laid side by side on their backs, listening to the rain hit the tent.

"Thanks, Malcolm." Reese reached out and held his brother's hand.

"No, thank you! I'm just wondering what we're gonna tell mom and dad when they ask us what we did on our camping trip!" Malcolm giggled a little.

"We'll tell them the truth!" Reese let that sink in and saw that Malcolm looked horrified.

"We'll tell them the truth, butt munch. We had pancakes." Reese laughed out loud and Malcolm joined in, they laughed together like idiots and eventually fell asleep holding each other's hand.