Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 19:39:27 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 6
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 6 READING TIME: 11 MINUTES
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) May 30, 2001 by Danny Meyer.
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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 about sex, most often between high-school boys, ages
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 pick another 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
OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH
SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL.
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MAIN CHARACTERS, (SO FAR):
Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.)
Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison)
Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison)
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
[Billy's failed attempt at penetrating Tommy motivates him to
read some stories Tommy has, regarding male anal sex.]
"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhh."
"Dammit, Billy, you are one hot fucker!"
"I'm gonna BE a fucker and a good one. That's why I want
to read those stories."
"Oh. So you're gonna be the professor and teach me, then?"
"Uh, maybe." Billy said, as he slid to his knees and took
my dick in his mouth, again.
I decided to get brave. I was feeling very much the stud, in
spite of the fact that my little brother was so keen on fucking
me. I was thinking this as his mouth was making love to my cock
like I never believed could be possible.
"You sure are a queer little brother," I said with a big
smile.
"Yup," Billy said, as he sucked hungrily on my cock. He
finally pulled off, and just stared at my dick. "And I just
might let this big boy try to go in me."
"Oh, Billy."
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CHAPTER 6 - BOYS HOME ALONE
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Chapter text: 16.5 K Reading time: 11 minutes
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I still couldn't believe this was all happening. Just 24 hours
ago, Billy and I were shy to see each other naked. Now we were
totally into sex with each other. Well, getting close to that.
"Boys? I'll be leaving soon."
It was dad, yelling down to us, from upstairs. Billy and I were
still naked and hard, in the guest room.
"Yeah dad! Coming!" I said. "Billy, quick--grab that
bathrobe from the closet, for me."
"Ok, Tommy."
I wanted to talk to dad before he left. He and mom had like
NEVER left just the three of us home alone for any length of
time. Now, here it was noon, on a Saturday, and they were going
to be out until midnight.
I slipped the bathrobe on. My hardon had gone down enough that
I'd be safe in the robe. On my way upstairs, I grabbed my little
tape recorder, turned it on to record, and slipped it in the
pocket of the bathrobe. I had put it there earlier, just for
this purpose.
"Boys?"
"Dad, wait up!"
"Everything all right Tom?" Dad asked, as I got to the top
of the stairs.
"Yeah, fine dad. I want this to go, you know, smooth,
tonight--with Robby, I mean. I don't wanna threaten him, or
anything--"
"Well, that's good son. Threats aren't what it's about."
"Yeah. It's just that... well... you don't... Robby
doesn't get the strap like we do, so if he acts up, then--"
"Oh, I see your problem, son. You need a way to have
something to back you up if he isn't willing to obey you."
"Dad! Yeah, exactly!" I don't know what magic words I
used, but dad actually understood me on the first try.
"Well, son, do you remember how old you were when I started
using the strap?"
"Not really."
"Thirteen, son. Same for Billy."
"I sorta remember, dad, but um--"
"Is it really that bad? Do you think I'm a mean father--
that I use it too hard on you--that I'm being cruel?"
"Well um, I--not really, I guess--"
"Anyway, Tom, Robby is big enough now, that I'll start
using it on him too, if that helps any. But if you use that fact
to get him to obey you, it better be a right thing you're asking
him to do--something I'd agree with, and I'll want to hear all
about it, tomorrow. And remember, NO friends over."
"Ok, dad, but what about eating, and going to his room at
9:30, and what about privacy 'n' stuff, for me and Billy?"
"That's a mouthful, Tom. Ha ha! Ok, son. If Robby simply
eats nothing because he's not hungry, then there's nothing you
should do. If he wants to eat junk food, then you can step in
and tell him he has to answer to me if he disobeys you.
"Going to his room--Robby can be stubborn about that, I know.
I'd say, don't lock him in his room, Tom, and don't fight him if
he won't go, but you can tell him he'll be punished if he's more
than a few minutes late, getting there, or if he doesn't behave.
"If you can find some way to make him stay in his room, without
hurting him or causing a big ruckus, go for it, and let me know
how you did it," dad said with a big smile.
"Ha ha! Ok, dad."
"Privacy for you and Billy--well son, that's a tough one.
Most of the time you should try to include Robby in whatever you
are doing, but I guess there will be times when you and Billy may
legitimately need some privacy... but you can't tell him I'll
punish him for privacy issues--I'd need to be here to see that
for myself--so you guys will have to work that out on your own.
"If you can keep his nose out of your business without hurting
him or locking him in his room, I'd say, ok--but no fights or
angry confrontations. If worse come to worst, then just tolerate
his hanging around, and let me know about it. If I think he was
really out of line I will punish him for it, but that's for me to
decide on a case by case basis. Are you ok with that, Tom?"
"Oh, yeah dad, no problem. So, no matter what, I can't
punish him, myself, I have to wait for--"
"No, son. If he violates any rules, or disobeys you about
eating or bedtime, you can take away his TV, computer, and phone
privileges, or make him stand in the punishment corner, like I
used to do with you and Billy.
"As usual on Saturdays, you ALL do homework after lunch--with NO
interruptions! That's all I can think of son. You can always
call, but try to wait until after dinner, say around 9 o'clock."
"Ok, dad. Oh, wait. What about his bath? You know how--"
"I think between you and Billy, you guys are strong enough
to give him a bath and force that on him, if it comes to that.
Just don't hurt him."
"Ok, cool. Thanks, dad."
"All right, son. I'm proud of you for checking with me.
Tell Billy I said good-bye. Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine, dad. I'll tell him."
Dad gave me a quick hug and left. 'Oh yes!' I thought. Billy's
gonna love this. I ran down the stairs with this huge smile on
my face.
"What are you so happy about?" Billy asked. "Dad give you
a hundred bucks, or what?"
"No! I asked dad what we should do about Robby tonight.
Wait'll you hear this!" I gave Billy a quick hug. "Dad
said to tell you good-bye," I said.
"Cool."
"Billy, you're still naked. You--"
"Yup! I figure with little squirt gone and the house to
ourselves, this is now officially a naked day. C'mon, Tommy, get
that robe off!"
"Oh, YEAH!"
I think I broke the record for how fast you can get rid of a
bathrobe. We were both naked now, and Billy was staring. We
were admiring each other, and it felt really cool to know we were
going to hang around the house naked. This was totally new. I
put my hands behind my back and raised my eyebrows at Billy.
"Well--do I get a brotherly reward?"
I didn't have to ask twice. I wasn't exactly sure, myself, what
I had done to deserve a reward, but Billy was on his knees paying
homage to my dick. Funny thing was, the whole time he did it, I
was thinking I couldn't wait to do the same to him.
"Billy, yeah, that feels so fucking good!"
We were both excited--a new, different kind of excitement. Billy
slipped off my cock after a while and looked up at me.
"I never thought I'd say this, man, but I love doing this."
"That sounds so good, Billy," I said. And as Billy stood up,
we kissed. As soon as he broke the kiss I was on my knees,
sucking my little brother's beautiful dick. Eventually, I just
stopped, sensing that was enough, for now.
I played back my tape of the whole conversation I'd just had with
dad. Billy had this smile that was even bigger than mine.
"No SHIT, Tommy? He's gonna start strapping Robby! Oh
man!"
"Well, he said Robby's big enough, now."
"Man, I'd like to see him get it, just once."
"As long as he gets it, same as we do, Billy."
"Yup, you're right. The coolest part is, we can do just
about whatever we want with him, tonight," Billy said, with a
gleam in his eye. "I'd still like to see him get it, though.
--FUCK, Tommy! This is gonna be SO COOL!"
"Lemme feel."
"Feel."
"Yeah! Oooo. Feel ME!"
"That huge, big-brother dick of yours sure is hard!" Billy
said with a smile. "Come on, let's get those stories. We gotta
find a way to make this work!"
"Yeah, Billy. I'm horny!"
"No shit!"
We headed upstairs, to our room. On the way, Billy locked the
front door. The other doors were always locked. Billy faced me.
"Guess who can't get in now without knocking or ringing the
bell?" Billy said, gloating.
"Robby? What about his key?"
"What key?" Billy said, and he showed me Robby's house key.
"Why'd you take it?"
"First thing I thought of, this morning. Think about it,
Tommy. He always goes SOMEWHERE on Saturday, and I figured if I
stole his key, that would give us a chance to be alone without
worrying about Robby walking in on us. When he comes home, he'll
have to knock or ring the bell--we'll hear it, get dressed, and
we're cool."
"Sweet!" I said, as we reached our room.
"Get those stories out, Tommy. I wanna learn how to fuck
you, remember?"
"Ok, but only if I get equal privileges." Again, I was
feeling like Billy was the older brother, here. He was pretty
big for fourteen, but at sixteen, I was still bigger.
"I promise, Tommy! And yeah, I'll teach you--I'll go first
and you can just copy what I do."
Our whole conversation sounded cool and casual but Billy and I
were both shaking--partly from being scared about fucking, and
partly from being horny as hell. No way was I going to try to
fuck my brother if it was going to hurt him the way it did me,
when he tried to stick the head of his cock in me. Still, the
idea of it made me hard.
"I been thinking about you fucking me, Billy..."
"Yeah?"
"And it turns me on, bigtime, picturing it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. What about--"
"I been thinking the same thing, Tommy."
"Really--you want me?"
"Yup."
Billy seemed casual about it but that was just his way. I could
tell he had deep feelings about this, and that made me love him
and want him all the more. He was a little scared, too.
"Here's all the stories, Billy," I said, as I pulled a
small stack of paper from the gray box.
"Cool."
"Why not read propped up in my bed?" I said.
"Good idea."
Billy slouched, sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard,
there was something hot about seeing my little brother, naked, in
my bed. Pretty soon I was laying between his legs, licking his
balls and sucking his cock, playfully, while he read. I was
loving the feel and sweet scent of him, and the way his balls
tightened when I licked them.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good. I could get used to this,
Tommy. Wow!"
Billy was a pretty good student, and he marked places in the
stories, as he read. Soon, he was done.
"Ok, Tommy. I know what to do now," Billy said, as he
headed for the bedroom door.
"Aren't you gonna tell me?"
"I gotta get some stuff," Billy said, and he disappeared
down the hall. I followed him, just to make sure this 'stuff' he
was getting wasn't something that would get us in trouble. I
found Billy in the kitchen.
"So, what are you getting, Billy?"
"Where's the Crisco?"
"Crisco? That stuff's greasy as hell."
"Yup, but it says it's the best lube and it won't hurt the
condoms. Stuff like Vaseline will."
"Condoms?"
"Yup. It says you always gotta use a condom. Anything
made from petroleum will ruin it."
"Ok. Damn, you're a real scholar, Billy."
"I told you--you read those stories too fast. Tommy--you
get the Crisco and the condoms. I'll meet you upstairs."
"Billy, where you going?"
"Garage. Rubber gloves."
"Rubber gloves?"
"I'll tell ya later."
"You're going to the garage, naked?"
"Who's gonna see me, Tommy? Besides, I'll be there 2
seconds. I know where dad keeps the gloves. I'll meet you in
our room," Billy said, as he headed for the door to the garage.
Before long, Billy had me on my back, in bed, and he had his
rubber gloves on, coated with Crisco--with a finger up inside me.
"How's that feel, Tommy?"
"Feels like I'm gonna cum."
"Ooo, really! I can't wait," Billy said with a shiver.
I was hoping he meant he couldn't wait for me to do this to him.
Billy went through this whole long process to 'stretch me out'
down there--first with one finger, then two, then three. This
was starting to feel very good--plus, there's something totally
luxurious about laying on your back, while your brother does
something pleasant to you, and you don't have to do a thing.
It seemed Billy poked around with his fingers inside me for
hours, but I didn't care. I think it was only maybe ten minutes.
He moved his fingers around and spread them to 'get me ready' for
his dick.
"Ahhh, ohh--oh man!" This was getting interesting. I was
still nervous, though.
"I think you're ready, Tommy."
"Go for it, bro."
"One more thing, Tommy...."
Just looking at Billy's face I knew right away what it was.
Another wonderful, little-brother kiss. With his body squirming
and pressed into me, I thought I'd cum, right then.
After that, Billy took control. He lifted my legs, pushed them
up and back with his shoulders and greased me up. It was a weird
position--a little embarrassing, but I was too horny to really be
embarrassed. He put the condom on and greased it, too. All of a
sudden he was staring at me. His face was a cool combination of,
'Oh, God, this is it; I am so horny; and I love you.'
"God, Billy you look so hot, right now."
"I love you Tommy. I hope this doesn't hurt."
I swear, Billy cast a spell on me. As soon as I felt the hot end
of his dick against my hole, all I wanted was him inside me. All
of a sudden Billy wasn't just my brother, anymore. He was this
person I loved and I wanted his body, inside mine. I had wanted
his dick before--to suck on it--but this was way different. What
I was feeling was something special, but impossible to put into
words. I could hardly think, anyway.
Billy leaned down as he pushed more. I was loving this. He was
in the perfect push-up position--so sexual-looking, and he was
staring into my eyes. I actually felt excitement, where his cock
was pressed against my hole. I was melting, again.
"Here goes, Tommy."
He made a quick jabbing motion with his hips that scared the shit
out of me, and the head of my brother's cock popped in.
"Ah!"
"Hurt?"
"Not bad. Feels pretty good--tight!"
"Oh God, Tommy, this feels so fucking good, the head of my
dick feels like it's on fire."
We were both shaking. I felt like I was on fire, myself. Billy
stayed there for a while with just the tip of his dick in me.
Now, it was more like the stories said. A little pain, then it
felt good. I felt really full, though, and it burned, a little.
I thought I was in a dream, watching my little brother's dick,
tight abs, and chest--looking so good, and starting to move down,
toward me.
"Uhhhh Urrrgghhh, Ohhhhh God, Tommy. Irrghhhuhh..."
He was sliding his cock into me.
"Oh Billy! God, yes!"
Never in a million years did I think anything could be this
exciting. The more he went into me, the more full I felt, and
that was a little weird, but the whole scene had me so turned on,
I would never think of my butt as just something to sit on,
again. I was sure I was going to cum. Billy was pumping his
dick in and out of me, faster and faster. Soon, it got to be a
real pounding, and I was loving it.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK! I'm gonna cum, Tommy! I'm gonna
uhhhhhhh, oh shit! Ahhhhhhhhhhh... uh, uh, uh, uhhhhh!"
I felt a pulsing in his cock just before he said that. I was
amazed I could feel it. I could actually tell he was ready to
cum, and now he was. I couldn't believe the heat and waves of
pleasure I was feeling in my ass. The heat of his cock must have
melted the Crisco, because if felt thin, and wet, and I heard
sexy, squishing noises each time he shoved in or pulled out.
There were so many good feelings, right then, I was getting high.
I remembered the picture I had in my head, earlier--of my little
brother, horny to the max, sliding his little dick into me.
Well, this was it.
"Oh, Billy your cock is so hot."
And it wasn't that little.
"TOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY...."
At that second, Billy's body wasn't a body--it was pure sex. I
tried to will myself not to cum, as my brother exploded into me--
I don't know how many shots, but he came for a long time--
screaming and shoving his hips so hard against my bones, it hurt.
I didn't care, he was shooting his best stuff into me and making
me feel like I'd never felt before.
I was about to cum, when he stopped and laid down on me, with his
hard dick still throbbing inside me. He was sweaty now, and his
body was sliding around, on top of me. I could feel all this
heat coming from him and it was an incredible sensation.
"Oh Billy. Oh, shit! Holy fuck, that felt so good."
"Seetmun oh I gadurphh feeygid Tommy."
Billy was still on a huge high, and too out of breath to make
sense. I had no clue what he'd just said.
"Sounds good to me, little bro. I was about ready to cum
any second there." Billy's body was still so tight from cumming,
he felt like the world's strongest athlete against my chest.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit! That was... totally... fucking
awesome," Billy said, still out of breath, some. "Tommy, this...
feels so good... you... gotta do it... to me."
I had my arms around him and I was rubbing his hair, and his
back.
"Billy, it was good, man. Really good. My whole body
wanted you in there, and it still does."
"It felt good, huh, Tommy?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Awesome."
"Billy, I feel so good about us now, about us doing--"
"I love you, Tommy."
"Bro, I love you too."
"You ready to fuck me?" Billy said, still out of breath.
"Yeah, but you look wiped!"
"No, I'm ok. I'm fine. You're not gonna... uhhhh...
believe how good this feels, Tommy."
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The story continues in chapter 7.
[Post-chapter text, below, has been revised--but
that can wait until after you read Chapter 7.]
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I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school"--an S&M
fantasy, in Nifty, Authoritarian. It's not really that brutal
but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish. Read
Chapter 1, which contains no S&M,--that will give you a sample
of the setting and the tone of the story, if interested in it.
--D.M.
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