Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2010 07:31:22 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com> Subject: Adventures Of Travelor Whetstone 3 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 3 Before we move on, I've had some requests to tell you a little bit more about myself. I assume you mean my physical appearance. That's OK. I don't mind talking about myself. As I said back in the first chapter, I'm 5'10", 155 lbs with a swimmers build. I have a 34-inch waistline and long, slender legs. I started working out with weights when I was 13 and I have slightly developed pecs and barely noticeable washboard abs. I have red hair, which I keep cut short because I swim, and I have virtually no body hair other than pubes on my crotch. They started coming in as a light fuzz, and by the time I turned 14, they were so thick that my swim coach took me aside after practice one afternoon and suggested I trim them. He didn't show me how, but one of the older guys on the team showed me on himself how to use scissors to trim back my crotch hair. We were alone together in the locker room. Nothing happened, but I had a raging hardon that stayed for days! I think he noticed, too, but didn't say anything. If I had to make any comparison, I'd say I look a little like that gay model Sammy Case. I've seen his pictures and he has been my inspiration on more than one occasion (wink, wink!). I love to wear bikini briefs, because I like the way they feel, and because they're a lot like the Speedos I wear when I swim. I'm very fair skinned, so although most of the time I like to wear as little as possible, like just shorts when I'm mowing the lawn, I have to use an SPF 40 sunscreen. It makes me look like one of those well-oiled skin mag models (nothing wrong with that, is there?). If it wasn't for that, I would burn before I tan, and that has been very uncomfortable the many times it has happened. In fact, since I got my license, I've noticed that my left arm is a darker skin color than my right from putting it on the window edge. My brother Taylor is ten months younger than I am, and as I said he's 5'9", 195 lbs and built like a football player, with muscular shoulder and chest muscles, a larger waistline than I have, probably about a 38, and shorter legs. He has more body hair on his arms and legs than I have, but no chest or back hair (yet). He doesn't worry about trimming his pubes, either. They're bushy and red. He's also a boxer kind of guy, and chooses colorful ones at that. Taylor is fair skinned, too, but he usually wears a t-shirt or short sleeve shirt and doesn't get nearly as tanned as I do. Anything else you want to know? Just ask! Getting back to the story, as the week went on, I kept getting text messages from my "admirer" and they were starting to freak me out, but they also made me get hornier and hornier. MONDAY: "Did U enjoy it? I sure did!" TUESDAY: "Are U str8, gay, or bi?" WEDNESDAY: "I'm looking forward to doing it again. Are you?" THURSDAY: "C U this weekend! Hope U want 2 C me, 2." Finally Friday came around. My parents were both at work, and we got out of school early that day because of some dumb teacher's in-service meeting, so I had the afternoon with nothing to do. Nothing that is, except to get myself off. My brother, on the other hand, spent the afternoon having glorious sex with a bunch of people. I know, because when he got home, he stank of sex and sweat. I walked him back to the shower, then stood and watched him as he took one. "You still getting those text messages?" Taylor asked from under the spray. "Yep. Whoever it is really wants to see me again," I answered. "You want to see him?" "I think I do. I'm not sure how we'll do it, but if it's anything like the last time, it'll be good," I hoped. "Well, I'm not going to Metamora with you guys. I've been invited to spend the weekend with Clay, and he has some big plans for the weekend," Taylor said. "What are you talking about?" I queried, with a smirk on my face. "Clay has been 'invited' to spend the night with Mrs. Johnson at a motel in Urbana, and they both want me to come along. I figured with you guys out of town, Mom and Dad won't be too worried about where I am if I tell them I'm with Clay, and his parents think he's going to be with me," explained Taylor. "Isn't that a dangerous plan?" "Danger is my business," he replied. "How is Mrs. Johnson going to explain having two 15-year-old guys with her at this motel you're talking about?" I asked. "She's been there before with a couple of the other guys and she says she's never had problems getting anyone into her room. She gets one in the back of the motel where it's easy to sneak guys in," explained Taylor. I laughed. "I just hope Mom and Dad don't have to get you out of the jail over there when we get back." Taylor by this time had a hardon and was slowly stroking the shaft. "Wanna join me, bro?" he asked. "You could probably use a shower, too." He had noticed the front of my pants tenting out. Hey, even though I'm gay, the idea of two guys getting it on with an older woman didn't go right over my head. "Heck, why not," I answered. "Nobody is going to be home for at least half an hour." I stripped down and joined Taylor in the shower. "Buddy, keep your hands to yourself," said Taylor. "Don't get any ideas, you hear?" He and I had jerked off together last Sunday for the first time, and the idea of having a buddy, even if it is my brother, was exciting enough. My 7-inches were standing proud next to the 6-inches he was holding. "After this afternoon, I'm surprised you can still get it up," I commented as I started to put a little bit of shampoo on my crotch for lubrication. "You're talking to the original horndog, buddy. I can get it up with the best of them," he answered. We stood for a few minutes, side by side, stroking our shafts to no particular rhythm. "Whatcha thinkin' about while you're doing it," I asked. "Being with Connie and Jennie and Clay this afternoon. I loved the feel of my cock inside of Connie while Clay fucks Jennie, then swapping off and sliding into Jennie's cunt, slick with Clay's cum already there," he answered. "What about you?" "Watching your cock," I answered, "and waiting for you to shoot a load." "Well, get ready. It'll be happening at any second!" And he cut loose with his load. He fired off one, two, three, four, yes five spurts, and he even turned toward me so that the last few wound up hitting me in the chest. "I thought you'd appreciate that," he said. "Thanks," I said sarcastically. "Your turn, bro." "I'm not there yet." "Let me help. Just think of my as your mysterious admirer, OK?" And with that, Taylor came up behind me and started rubbing up against my back. "Just keep going. Use your imagination. He's got your cock and he's jackin' you off fast. Go with the flow," Taylor whispered into my ear. I was amazed. His cock was becoming erect again, rubbing against my buttocks. My younger brother was really getting me excited! I felt him start to put his hands on my chest. Just his touch was enough to get me off, but I just couldn't do it quite yet. Then I felt his fingers start to massage the nipples on my chest, and I couldn't hold back any longer." "AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH! TAAAAYYYYLLLOOOORRRRR, I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMM!" And I did. Shot a huge load onto the wall of the shower and almost collapsed into my brother's arms. "Kewel," said Taylor. "Does this mean we've had sex now?" I turned and pushed my brother away, smiling at him as I did it. "No, it doesn't. But if you ever decide to become gay, you could certainly get a guy," I told him. "Just what I didn't want to hear," he answered. "Come on, let's get cleaned up. Mom and Dad will be here shortly. He stepped out of the shower and tossed me a towel and I watched him as he dried himself off. I may be crazy but just watching my brother was really a turn-on. We left the bathroom and went our separate ways to get dressed. By the time I came back out, our parents were just coming into the house. "Trav, Taylor, you guys ready for tomorrow?" my mom asked us. "Sure," said Taylor. "Everything is set with Clay. I'm supposed to head over there around noon tomorrow and I'll be home Sunday afternoon." "You packed yet, Trav?" asked my Dad. "What do you mean, packed?" I asked. "Did you forget? The Metamora meet is a two-day event. We'll be spending the night there tomorrow," my Dad answered. "Yea, I did forget. I'll get my bag together in the morning." "You won't have much time. We're supposed to leave at 7. The meet starts at 9 tomorrow, then at 11 Sunday morning. I want to get there a little early and get us checked in to the hotel. The coach has arranged for all of us to get early check-in," said Dad. I knew what Dad wanted me to do, so I went back and packed a bag before dinner. That night, I kept waiting for the next text message to come, but it never did. The next morning, we all got up early and Dad and I loaded the car, then we all had a quick breakfast. "You going to be all right until you head over to Clay's house, Tay," my Mom asked. "Sure. I think I can find something to do until then," he answered. "Well, if nothing else, you might clean something up. That would be a first!" my Dad yelled from the car. "Take care of yourself, bro," Taylor said to me. "Don't let anything happen to you." "I will," I answered. "Will what? Take care of yourself, or let something happen to you," Taylor asked. "You know what I mean," I replied. "Let's go, Trav!" yelled my Dad. And off we went to Metamora. After an uneventful drive, we pulled up in front of the hotel and started to check in. As I entered the lobby, carrying my bag and my Mom's suitcase, my "secret admirer" walked up to me. "I was hoping you'd be here. Did you get my messages?" he asked. "Who are you, anyway," I answered. "Name's Stone. Stone Rockbridge. Glad to finally officially meet you," he said. "You OK with getting together again?" "Yeah, uh, I think so. It depends on what you have in mind," I hesitantly answered. "Well, more of what we did last weekend for starters," he answered. "Then maybe some more if you're willing. I just haven't been able to get you out of my mind since I saw you in the shower last Saturday." "No so loud! Somebody might hear you!" I almost whispered. "Nobody is close enough to hear us," he said. "OK, here's the plan, as I see it. I'm staying down the street at the Sleep Inn with my Dad. We have a suite over there with separate bedrooms and my Dad won't be around much tonight. I'll tell you some more at the meet when we can get together." "OK. Which team are you on?" I asked. "Oh, I'm not on a team," he answered. "My dad's a coach for the Woodforest High School team in Peoria and I handle the equipment." He winked at me. "Stone!" I heard someone yell. "Let's get going!" It was his father, a man in his late 30's. "Gotta run! I'll catch up with you at the meet," said Stone, as he started to join his dad. "Who was that, honey?" asked my Mom. "Just I guy I met at the last meet," Travelor told her. "We're going to get together later." "Good. I'm glad you're making friends with the guys from the other teams," Mom replied. Mom didn't know the half of it. NEXT: A LITTLE LIE Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think. My email address is chipster071053@yahoo.com . I'm open to any suggestions you have on story direction and I'd love to read your comments.