Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2010 08:36:20 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com> Subject: adventures-of-travelor-whetstone-2 The Adventures of Travelor Whetstone By chipster DISCLAIMER AND LEGAL STUFF: If it's illegal to read stories involving adults and youths involved in sexual acts together, then don't read this. If you're underage, don't get caught reading this, either. If you don't approve of gay sex, don't read this. If there's anyone left after everyone else drops out, read this story. OTHER STORIES BY CHIPSTER IN THE NIFTY ARCHIVES: Most involve gay or bi-sexual contact between teenagers and adults. "Camp Clover For Boys" - Bisexual/Adult-Youth "Weekend In Houston" - Bisexual/College "A Porn Boy's Life" - Bisexual/Encounters "In The Dog House" - Gay/Incest "My Lover's Son" - Gay/Adult-Youth "The Heath Files" - Gay/Adult-Youth "In The Dog House" - Gay/Adult-Youth "Me, My Cousin & My Wife" - Gay/Adult-Youth "Teachers Weaknesses" - Gay/Adult-Youth As editor: "My Journey" - Gay/Camping "Oregon Vacation" - Gay/Camping "Swimmer-Coach" - Gay/High School CHAPTER 2 That night, I locked myself in the bathroom and jacked myself off. The first time, I was in the shower and I remembered how it felt when the older kid was breathing on my shoulder as he jacked on me. I shot all over the shower curtain and I had to use the detachable showerhead to rinse it off. When I got out of the shower, I was still horny and very erect. I stood in front of the full-length mirror on the bathroom door and watched myself cum again. I covered the mirror with my white cream and I had to grab a towel to clean it off. I threw the towel into the laundry and hoped my mother wouldn't notice the smell when she did the wash. Then I went to bed, still horny, but too worn out to do much more about it. The next day was Sunday. I woke up with a hard-on and since I wasn't in a hurry to get up, I slowly jacked off again, still remembering the feel of the older guy's hand wrapped around my cock. I had almost cum when my brother barged into my bedroom. "God, Trav, what are you doing?" asked Taylor. "What does it look like? Get outa here, buddy!" Taylor closed the bedroom door and just stared at me for a minute. My younger brother Taylor and I are sorta like Reese and Malcolm are on "Malcolm In The Middle." He was the unplanned, unexpected baby, born ten months after me. That doesn't mean he wasn't welcome. And I really, really like my brother. "I've never seen anybody doing THAT before," he said. "Although I have to tell you, I've done it a lot by myself!" "Are you planning to make a party out of it?" I asked and started to pull the sheet up over my lower body. "Nah, but you sure looked like you were enjoying it. You thinkin' about a girl while you do that?" asked Taylor. "Sure," I lied. "Just thinkin' about Connie from the swim team is enough to get anybody off." Connie was a senior on the team and really did have a bod most of the guys would love to get ahold of. She'd never even noticed me, as far as I knew. I noticed, with embarrassment, that Taylor was looking at the spreading wet spot on my sheet. "You wanna finish that up?" he asked. "It's OK with me." "And I suppose you want to join in with me," I snarled. "Get outta here before I decide to make you suck it." "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" my brother said. I threw back the covers and started to get up, my cock still stiff in spite of the interruption, when my cell phone started ringing. I sat back down on the bed and pulled the sheet around my waist, then reached over to answer it. "It's a text message," I said to nobody in particular. "What's it say?" "Hmmm.. 'We met yesterday. Hope you want to meet me again this weekend.' Oh, God!" I sounded panicked. I didn't realize I had read the message aloud in front of my little brother. "What's that all about?" "Nothing. Nothing important," I said, shutting the phone. "Who did you meet yesterday? Somebody at the swim meet? Was it a girl? What was she like?" Taylor began peppering me with questions. "Oh, come on. You can tell me. We don't keep secrets." "No, it was a guy I met in the locker room after the meet. He is going to be at the Metamora meet next weekend and wanted to find out if we can get together," I sorta lied again. This whole conversation had me worried. "Who is he?" "You know, I never asked him his name. He seems to know me, though," I told Taylor. "Trav, does that boner under the covers have anything to do with him?" "What makes you think that?" "I'm your brother. I've known for months that you're gay." "What makes you think that?" I asked. "Well, to begin with, I found a couple of STARZ magazines under that pile of blankets in the bathroom closet, and I knew they weren't mine or Dad's. Then I noticed that you've been downloading some gay videos on the computer. You may fool Mom and Dad by hiding them in that file you created, but you can't fool me, buddy." Taylor had nailed me and I was squirming. "Don't tell anyone, PLEASE!" I begged Taylor. "I don't want anyone to know!" "You're safe with me. I won't tell anybody," he answered. "Now, what was that message all about?" I told him. I figured I might as well. "And some guy just jacked you off in the shower," a surprised Taylor replied after I told him everything that had happened after the meet. "Why did you let that happen?" "There was no way to avoid it," I answered. "And I did wind up enjoying it." "Bro," said Taylor. "You're still rock hard." I hadn't been paying any attention to my covered cock, but apparently Taylor had. "You gay, too?" I asked him. "No way, buster. I'm a card carryin' girl-fucker through-and-through," he replied. "And I've got the girls to prove it." "Who are you talking about? I didn't know you were seeing anybody." "I'm not. But I've hooked up with a few girls who don't want any attachments," he said. "Like, fur'instance Connie." "WHAT?" "Sure. I've done Connie a few times in the last month or so. And Jennie, and Sarah, and that Social Studies teacher at school, too." "You're kidding? Aw, come on. Mrs. Anderson? I don't believe you!" I said. "Ask Clay. He's done her, too." Clayton Chandler was another guy on Taylor's football team. "She's screwed around with a lot of guys in my grade." "Why haven't I heard anything about it?" "None of us want to give up a good thing. And besides, Connie is older than I am, too, and she likes to have my cock up her cunt. She's the one who connected us," said Taylor. "Who, you and Mrs. Anderson?" "You got that right, bro." "But she's married! And she has a son in junior high." "And a husband who's been cheating on her for the last two years. Its her way of getting even with him. And I don't mind being one of her boy toys, either," said Taylor. "We've been having a few gang-bangs, her and some of the other guys, and those girls I mentioned. Sometimes it's a free-for-all when we get together." "You mean you've watched other guys get off, too?" I asked. "Why? You want to watch? You know, I think I could arrange that, too," he answered. I noticed that Taylor had started to push out the front of his pajama bottoms, too. Taylor was serious. He really HAD nailed a teacher. I also noticed that he started brushing his hand over the bulge. "Well, go on and pull that thing out," I said. "You might as well jack off, too." "Thanks," he replied, and dropped his pajamas around his ankles, then sat next to me on the bed. "You do yours, and I'll do mine." And we did. I had to admire his 6-inch circumsized cock, surrounded by a light tuft of red fuzz. He was well-equipped and I knew now that he put it to good use. We layed back on the bed and started to jack off together. It never even entered my mind to try and jack him. I watched my brother shoot a huge load all over his chest. Until yesterday, I'd never seen another guy cum. Now I'd seen two guys do it. And the thought of that made me shoot my load all over my chest, too. My brother and I had just made another bond between us. He knew now for a fact that I'm gay, and I knew for a fact that, at 15, he had become a sex maniac. And we had shared our first experience together. A few minutes later, Taylor reached for my phone, and snapped it open. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I just want to see who the text message was from. If you've got a secret admirer, I'd sure love to know who it is," said Taylor. "What does it say?" I asked. "Your admirer." "That's all?" "Yup." NEXT: THE MESSAGES CONTINUE What do you think? Should I continue this story? Let me know at chipster071053@yahoo.com. I'd also like to know about your first experience. Maybe I can incorporate it into an upcoming story.