Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 13:44:52 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 1

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COOL KID BROTHER!

CHAPTER 1
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A new short story by Danny Meyer

Copyright (C) May 21, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved.

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WARNING

If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories,
particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your
obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading
material.  This story contains fictional graphic depictions of
actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people.

This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment
purposes only--it is not a reflection of life.  All readers are
warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions
or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents
or events, which are entirely fictitious.  The foregoing and
subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this
story--past, present, and future.

This fantasy was written for gay men and women.  The orientation
is gay male.  Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as
well as some straight men and women, who are curious.  If you
like high-school age male to male sex, read on.

This is a fictional story.  None of this ever really happened.
None of the people are real people.   The story is mostly about
sex between high-school boys, 14 to 17.

It's an all-gay story.

If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on.
If not, please select a different story, and have a good day.
No hatred or prejudice here.
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ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY
FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO
OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY.  ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS
PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL.
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CHAPTER 1 - Thinking about Billy

I was queer for my little brother.  Me, Tommy Roberts, 16,
baseball hero and dating girls like crazy, thinking about my 14
year-old brother, Billy.  Laying in bed with a hardon at one
o'clock in the morning, I had just admitted it to myself.

I stared across the room at his bed.  I could hear him breathing
and my cock was throbbing with each of his breaths, and still I
couldn't believe it was true.

It was all triggered by something the guys said at school.  They
were talking about this one gay kid and were saying, 'We know
what he thinks about when he jacks off!'  Yeah, well that made me
remember what I think about when I jack off, and I've been doing
it thinking about Billy for a while, now.  He was a cool, sexy,
little brother, and we both loved baseball.

I was proud of him when baseball season started this year and we
got to be on the team together, only because Billy's a very good
player--SO good, the guys give me shit me if I make an error, and
tell me, 'Hey, Tommy, you better take some lessons from your
brother!'  Shit, I thought, I taught him!  But I didn't mind, I
love Billy and we get along, good.

Anyway, showering after the games--that's when I get to see his
dick, and it's a good one, damn near as big as mine, but still I
call it 'little.'  After all, I'm bigger.  I love getting a good
look at it.  Not for long though--he always turns around and
faces the wall after he starts to soap up.  Probably for the
best.  I might pop a hell of a boner if I had to look at his cute
little cock for too long.  He's got a sweet butt too.  Damn!
Can't look at that for long, either.

Billy was just sexy.  I saw myself as ok.  Compared to a lot of
other guys at my high school, I thought I was a good-looking
junior--5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, dark hair, smooth, hot brown
eyes.  Yeah, I was proud of how I looked, and maybe I was cute,
but I wasn't sexy.  Billy was a freshman, 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds,
with this really tight, hot body--totally little-brother looking,
with cool blue eyes and incredible blond hair.  HE was sexy!

'HE!'  Just thinking of that word made my cock jump.  Damn!  Was
I gay?  I still wanted to fuck Julie, and Andrea wasn't bad
either, but here I was, hard as hell with my hand reaching for my
dick, thinking about Billy.  I was bigger than Billy, and he
always respected me and called me 'Tommy' and not fuckhead or
anything.  We just weren't that way.  I had stuff I could hold
over his head, too--like the time I caught him sippin' dad's
brandy, and never told.  He knew he could count on me to cover
for him.

At night, I always waited a long time to jack off, so I'd be
sure he was asleep, but a few times I heard his sheets rustling
right after I came, so I guess he got to see me--hear me, really.
It was pretty dark in our room.  I'd listen at the door of the
room, afternoons and evenings as often as I could and hear him
moaning--enough to know he did it a lot, but I was too good a
sleeper and never got to be in the room when Billy did it.  Damn.

I was going into my 'silent running' mode.  Real quietly, I
pulled back the sheets and was ready to stroke it good when I
heard Billy moving.  This had never happened before.  Not this
late at night.

The window was on his side, so I could see him sit up, grab a
sock from under his pillows--then I knew what he was up to and
thought this was my lucky night.  He built a wall of pillows at
the edge of his bed--as if that was going to stop the sound from
coming through.  I could see him lay back down, lift up his butt
and move himself like he was pulling his briefs down, breathing
harder, but the pillows were in the way, so I wasn't going to get
to see his dick or see him stroking it.  Damn!  Just the sounds
he made, moving around in bed like that were driving me nuts.

That was nothing compared to what came next.  I could see he had
something in his hands, holding it over where his dick would be,
and the next thing, I hear these squishing, slurping sounds, so I
knew that he had lotion or something he was pumping with.  But
those sounds were definitely making me crazy.

So my brother does it with lotion, whaddaya know!

      "Ahhhh," I heard, and that was all I needed.  I figured
that's enough of this shit.  I waited until I thought he was
really into it, and quietly slid to the floor.  I crawled over to
his bed and popped up, standing, suddenly.  Billy jumped a mile
and damn near yelled.  I told him to be quiet--that's all we
needed was mom or dad in here.

      "Tommy, what?--" Billy tried to say.

      "Wipe that shit off your dick, Billy," I said.

      "Please, Tommy don't hurt me.  Don't tell," Billy said,
kinda trembling.  He grabbed a small towel and wiped his dick
off, quickly.

      "Not good enough Billy.  Clean that shit off, better."

      "Ok, ok."

Billy was gasping now--scared as hell and I knew it.  I didn't
exactly want to scare him but I didn't know how else to get his
attention and shut him up.

      "Put your hands behind your head and lay still.  And shut
up or dad is going to hear about his little boy and a certain
bottle."

      "Tommy, no!"

      "OK, I won't.  Are you gonna lay still for me?"

      "Yeah, sure Tommy, ANYTHING."

      "Ok, that's good, Billy.  We're cool now right?"

      "Yeah, Tommy."

Billy knew I wouldn't hurt him, and I could tell he was calming
down, fast.  The light was good by the window, and all I could do
was look down and look at his pre-cum reflecting the light, his
not-so-little balls, and his prefect dick, throbbing.

      "You want some help with that?" I asked, sounding as sure
as I could.

      "Help--with what, Tommy?"

      "This!" I said, as I touched my finger to my little
brother's dick for the very first time."

      "Uhh!  Oh, God, ahhhh...no, well...um,...yeah, I guess."

I stripped as quick as I could and climbed on Billy's bed.  I got
into position and put my hands on his hips.  Billy jumped, and I
felt him shaking a little.

      "How's that feel, little brother?"

      "Weird--uhhmmm......but good!" Billy said.

      "That's good," I said, as I slipped my mouth over his
whole, five inch hardon.

      "Oh God!  Tommy!  Shit!  oh..."

I couldn't believe how good a dick--my brother's dick--felt in my
mouth.  I had dreamed about this, and I read some stories, so I
knew I had to keep my teeth off or it would ruin it for him.
It's a good thing he didn't have this huge pole or I would've
scraped him, for sure.

I guess he liked it, because in about 15 seconds he was shooting
in my mouth.  I could swear I heard the cum as it shot out of the
little hole in his bouncing dick.  I sure felt it as it hit my
throat, and, damn, it was hot.  After I got a good taste of my
brother and swallowed, I slipped my mouth off his cock, and took
hold of his arms so he couldn't move or catch his cum with the
sock, and had fun watching him tense his whole body over and
over and shoot way past his head, then all over his face and the
rest of him.

The whole time, I licked the ridge of his cock, looking up at him
while he came.  It was awesome seeing my brother's cum flying
through the air and landing on him, and looking at the light
reflecting off the puddles of cum on his chest and abs.  That
turned me on more because I knew how good that stuff was with the
mouthful I swallowed.  And the whole time, he moaned and his face
had these sexy scrunched-up looks.  My hardon was throbbing and
my nuts were dying to cum.  Towards the very end, I licked his
balls real hard and he made this grunt and shot harder for a few
seconds, then he quit.  It was incredible to feel his nuts
tighten up when my tongue hit them.

By then, my dick had this intense feeling and was dripping so bad
I wondered why I hadn't cum yet.  I was ready to explode,
touching my brother, that way.  Touching a girl never had that
effect on me.  I guess that showed me.  Fuck, yeah, I was gay and
it felt good.  I could say it, now.  Did that mean Billy knew it
too?  I wasn't sure.  I didn't know if I wanted him to know.  All
I knew was my dream had come true, and if it meant I had to pay
for it with my dad's strap on my ass the rest of my life, then
that would be all right, too.  Well, sort of.

I could hear Billy, all out of breath, sounding so sexy.  I had
to get off--my dick hurt so bad, but I didn't want to make a move
to mess this up--not for him or for me.  I stayed there a while,
playing with his dick, while he slowed down.  I loved laying
there with my chest between his legs and his tight nuts at my
lips.  He made little sexy sounds each time my tongue reached out
and licked them.  I started thinking about what just happened and
hoped I hadn't fucked-up his head.

      "Billy--hey, how was that?  What'd you think of that,
little brother?"

      "Bring your dick over here and I'll show ya."

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