Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2006 18:42:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 2
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 2
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
by Dennis Banneker
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Brad, 17
Shawn, 16
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When I got back home, I showed Brad the dildo.
"Fuck! That's about as big as me," he said.
"Not exactly," I said, grabbing his bone through his
pants. "You're a lot bigger. Trust me."
"Trust me," he said, "I really wanna make love to your hot
butt. Actually, I'm gonna shove my cock up your ass and fuck
your brains out. So hurry, BOY!"
That little speech, plus when he said, 'boy,' got my dick
so hard! I guess he did some thinking while I was gone. I
couldn't wait.
CHAPTER 2
FOR BARRY
I didn't know why Brad got dressed while I was at Tommy's
house, but he did. As close as Brad and I had gotten in the past
few months, it was awkward--the two of us standing three feet
apart, facing each other, just staring. In my mind I saw him on
the field, in his football uniform--and he looked way hot!
I was so excited, Brad's words registered late.
"Um--you're going to SHOVE it up me?" I felt the heat in my
face.
"Yeah! Like snapping to the center," he said, his smile
suddenly fading, "I mean--don't you want it that way?"
"Well--it sounds hot . . . but--"
"But what?" he said, taking me into a hug, "I scared ya?"
Brad didn't wait for me to answer. He put his lips to my ear, and
I squirmed. My dick jumped.
"Uhhhh."
"Oh, sensitive there, huh?" He pulled back to look at me.
"Yeah," I said, admitting to it.
"I'll remember that," Brad said. His hips were still pressed
against me, and his cock felt a mile long, the way it poked into
me.
"Um . . . I think you're horny." I let my hand slip down to
the tent in his shorts and squeezed it.
"Yeah--go for it, Shawn."
"It feels so big. I don't know if I can stretch myself enough
to . . . you know, be able to take you . . . ."
"Shoving in fast?" Brad said, looking anxious.
"Yeah."
I smiled, but my heart pounded when he took his clothes off as
I took off mine. It thrilled me that he was watching me so
closely, and I think he grinned because I was smiling at him.
"The dildo--I better wash it," I said when I was naked.
"Shit! You better sterilize it, Shawn. I don't want no germs
getting in you."
I heard the fear and concern in Brad's voice.
Tommy had told me he'd already cleaned the dildo and used
disinfectant on it. He also showed me how to sterilize the thing.
As much I wanted to tell him that *I* didn't want to catch
anything from Tommy's dildo, I kept quiet. I loved doing what he
said, even when I already had the same idea. I had my selfish
reasons--the less I said and the more Brad felt he was in control,
the more he craved sex. I'd learned *that* much--and there's
nothing like a *very* horny football player in bed with you,
especially one who loves you.
And what could it hurt that I found these ways to make him
more horny? Besides, I was making *myself* horny at the same
time--just knowing Brad would be desperate for me.
As I came out of the bathroom--sterilized dildo in hand--it
hit me that I didn't know a lot about stretching myself. I wanted
Brad to do it, but knew better than to just *say* that. *Asking*
my brother was always safe--but Brad beat me to it.
"So, how do you do this?" he asked, touching himself and
staring at the rubber dick.
"I was wondering--would YOU do it?"
"Hey--this is YOUR deal, man. I'm the FUCKER, not the
stretcher."
For some reason, we both found this funny and laughed like
little boys playing in the sand. But I knew better than to argue
or try to persuade him.
I put lube on me and the dildo, and got on my back. I put my
legs in the air and heard Brad stir.
"Oh, fuck," he said softly, in that sexy, choked-up voice that
made my dick hard.
"Oh, fuck?" I said, feeling funny that I was repeating his
words and not knowing whether to laugh or be serious. So I froze.
"Yeah, twerp, 'Oh, fuck.' You look hot that way." Brad gave
his dick a few strokes--a sight that melted me. I was putty in
his hands now.
It was the first time I'd got myself in the position to be
fucked, and it turned Brad on. I hadn't thought of that
happening, but that did it--I was boned--I'd found a new trigger
for Brad's sexual desire, not to mention his good-looking dick.
I knew to be gentle with myself, so after I put my legs all
the way back, I went slowly with the tip of the dildo.
"Ohhh," I said, moaning as the head of the thing pressed hard
against me. It was still warm from the hot-water treatment I'd
given it--and it felt SO good.
I guess it looked *real* good to Brad.
"Gimme that thing!" he said, grabbing the balls end of the
dildo and looking into my eyes. "Fuck, this is hot." He put the
dildo on the bed.
"Ahhh--that feels good, Brad."
"Shit," he said, a finger now at my hole, "that *does* look
kinda small."
"So, um--" I stopped from the tension I felt. Brad sensed it
and looked up at me. "Does that mean . . . "
"Relax, bro," he said softly, lubing a finger and pressing it
on my innocent little hole. "I'll get you stretched open and
ready for me."
"OH! That's fantastic," I said as his finger pushed in and
pressed in different directions inside me.
It took forever, and the more fingers he used, the more I
panted and squirmed. I didn't know I could feel so good from
something happening in my butt. But I hoped it was going to feel
*really* good when he put his cock in me.
Brad leaned in as he took the rubber dildo and pushed the head
against my hole--with the sexiest smile on his face.
It went right to my nads when in finally sank in that he'd
said I looked hot this way. My dick nearly hit Brad in the nose
when it jumped up.
"Ooooh, yeah!" Brad said as he took a third of my bone in his
mouth and sucked a few strokes.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Did that warm you up?" he said with a weird grin.
"Oh, yeah," I said, panting, looking up to see a big string
of pre-cum on him.
"YEAH--so sexy," he said, staring at me, grabbing the dildo,
pressing it, making the tip of the thing pop into me.
"AH!"
"Does it hurt?"
"A little--it's okay. Supposed to hurt more when it goes in
the first time," I said, out of breath. I don't think I ever felt
the need to come like I did then.
Brad kept his eyes glued to mine while he rubbed my chest with
a loving look that melted me. My brother had never been so
tender.
"I'll go slow. You better fuckin tell me when it hurts. This
ain't FOOTBALL, Shawn!"
"Yessir!" I said playfully. "Spank me if I forget."
"Yeah, I'll spank you with THIS," he said, reaching between
his legs.
"I like THAT!"
"Fuck! You're gettin hot, Shawn. You're makin ME hot."
"Mmmm," I moaned impatiently, wanting more of the dildo but
yearning for Brad's dick.
Gently he stretched me, his eyes darting from the dildo to my
face. And me--I was churning with lust the whole time.
My craving for Brad intensified with his concerned expression.
Love oozed out of him--so much so, my insides surged in response.
"I love you, Brad."
"Oh, God! Love you so much, Shawn." His cock throbbed up as
he said it, but it was his tender tone that made me lick my lips--
a signal that I wanted him to kiss me.
Brad didn't know how to kiss me without letting go of the
dildo, so he pulled it out and slid himself up, holding his face
above mine as he locked eyes with me, his face heavy with sex.
When I puckered, his lips fell to mine. I totally forgot what
we were doing as his tongue did its thing with my mouth.
"Oh," I said as he lifted himself away. He had me dizzy.
"So fuckin hot," Brad said, getting the dildo back in place.
"Okay, you can push it in more," I said, thinking this was
taking too long.
"Oooo, yeah."
"OW!" Brad slid it faster than I'd wanted, but he stopped
right away.
"Oh, shit," he said, half whispering--like a schoolboy caught
in class without the answer.
"It's okay, Brad. Just go a little slower." I bit my lip.
And slowly, he pushed it in.
I loved the looks on his face--turned on that he was doing
this to me, then a proud look of accomplishment followed by the
most loving expression. A few times it was a look of fear when he
thought I was hurting.
"I think I'm ready," I said, unable to catch my breath.
"Fuck! I can't wait anymore," Brad said, his huge boner
bouncing the pre-cum off itself. He reached aggressively for the
end of the dildo, but I was relieved when he pulled it out slowly.
He threw it in the floor, carelessly. "Shit! Where's the lube?"
I handed it to him.
At first, Brad seemed hesitant, his gaze going from his dick
to my face. He spread the stuff quickly on his thick manhood, and
with the cutest look, he put more lube on me. I felt his hands
shaking.
"You look hot now, Brad."
"Oh, YES!" he shouted as he put his dick against my hole. My
brother's cock was much warmer than the dildo, and the difference
surprised me. I felt a lot of pressure as he pressed the head of
his penis against me down there. Then the head popped in.
"Whoa!"
"Oh, yeah, Shawn!"
"UH!" I said as he continued to slide his hot pole into me.
"Fuck, I can't stop," he said softly, hitting bottom and
wrapping his big arms around me. He stayed like that, clinging
tightly to me, thrusting himself in and out an inch or so. I was
overwhelmed that Brad's hardness would feel this good inside me.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
"YEAH!" he said, shouting as he picked up the pace and heated
my insides with the friction of his wide head sliding faster now,
stretching my tunnel to its limit, hitting pleasure spots I never
knew I had.
"Feels so good!" I said, panting, loving his body slapping
against mine, his hot penis thrilling me in a way I never dreamed
possible. The heat and sense of fullness drove me crazy.
"Oh, FUCK YEAH!" Brad screamed, giving me a savage thrust of
his swollen cock, followed by many as my desperate brother pounded
the hell out of me. I never felt such intense forces before, yet
so loved and connected--so capable of giving him what he needed,
satisfying his desires. But he was satisfying something for me,
and I had no idea what it was.
"Oh, YESSSS!" I yelled, the wonderful sensations jolting me.
"I'm comin! OH!" Brad said.
And my lover came, bucking and shouting the glory of his
climax, screaming the intense feeling his penis found because of
its fantastic journey in my tight insides, which wanted him in
there as much as he needed to be in me.
But there was more. When Brad was finished thrashing and
shouting, jolting and squirting his man-essence into me, letting
me feel the heat of his love pour into me--his eyes caught mine,
and there is no describing the expression on his face, the look he
gave me in spite of his breathless condition.
"Oh, God--" I said, thrilled with him.
"Oh, God, Shawn!"
"You were so good. You were so good, Brad. You almost made
me come."
"Oh, Fuck," he said softly, like he couldn't wake up from the
spell of his first lovemaking. "Shit," he said between breaths,
"you were better. I got to come!"
"Yeah, but--it was so . . . penetrating."
"Stop," he said, suppressing a laugh, "no jokes now."
Then I put my secret into words for the first time. I don't
know why I waited to tell him.
"Brad--you're the stud of my dreams, man."
"Oh, Shawn--YEAH!" he said, pressing on my feet and shoving
himself into me again. "Sexy little fucker!"
That's when I found out Brad had true athletic ability, and he
showed me what a real pounding is.
I thought he would fuck me forever, but soon he pulled out,
jerking himself off and blasting me with his cum as he sucked my
aching cock.
Brad didn't suck me to climax and I was still in need but I
loved what just happened.
. . . . . . .
We lay there a long time, catching our breaths, Brad hugging
me. I was full of the best feelings of my life. They weren't all
sexual. Something else was there--a thing that wrapped around me
as much as his arms held me.
"Brad--you made me feel so good." What I said sounded lame to
me, but I couldn't think of another way to say it.
"Yeah, I could tell, but--you have no idea what a stud YOU
are. Shit! The way you made me feel--it was awesome. I can't
explain it."
I knew exactly what he meant, but I got worried about what
we'd done. Sucking was one thing, but now he'd fucked me. If
this made Brad freak out, I would die. I had to say something in
case he was getting bad thoughts.
"I loved it, Brad. Are you okay with this? Doing this?" I
was sorry I'd said anything when I saw his happy face become
serious.
"I loved it, too, Shawn. But--I don't know. I took your
virginity. You're changed now, and I can't change you back."
I gulped. I fought off fear to find the words I needed.
"The only change is I feel more love from you. You GAVE me
something."
"Gave you something, huh?" he said, half smiling, half deep in
thought.
I didn't have the words to make him understand
"Yes, I can't explain it but you DID--I SWEAR, Brad." I said
it with all the emotion in my heart. I was relieved when Brad
smiled.
"You're good. Your body sucked me in and I couldn't stop
fucking you."
"So--you feel good about it now?" I tried to push myself so I
could sit up, but all I did was press my bone into him.
"Oh, Shit--you didn't come!" Brad looked worried. "But, I
guess I can take care of THAT," he said with a grin.
"Sounds good to me," I said, squirming and jumping around the
bed with Brad's fingers sliding around the tip of my dick.
"Mmmm, nice and hard. FUCKING hard."
"I don't think it could," I said between breaths, "get any
harder."
"You up for a teasing, Shawn?" His eyes--the look went right
through me. I was dying to come, ready for anything BUT teasing--
but this was it--maybe the thing that would take away any guilt my
brother felt.
"Oh, yeah," I said, pretending to be all enthused.
"God damn! You gotta be ready to bust a gut," he said,
fingering my balls. "These are swollen--and way hard like your
red-hot cock."
I was so desperate my mouth went dry--afraid Brad would tease
me more than I could take.
"Now you're gonna give ME something, you hot little football
fucker."
"Huh?" I was in no condition to think.
"Steve Wensell--does that name sound familiar?"
"Running back," I said. Steve was on the field a lot, and he
was good.
"He hides it good, but he bones up every time he sees you in
the shower."
"Me and Steve?" I said, still in a fog.
"Fuck, no. You bone ME up because I love you and I know what
to do to me in bed," Brad said--a brave brotherly admission, I
thought.
"I know."
"But if you can bone HIM up--that means you're one sexy dude,
Shawn. Plus, I know you are."
"Oh, yeah--I get it," I said, faking it, barely grasping what
Brad was saying. My cock was saying things that took over my
mind.
"Oooh, yeah--fuck yeah. I'm gonna get my little stud so
fucking hot!"
That's when Brad jumped between my legs and sucked my balls.
"AH! GOD!"
Then his hot mouth went for my throbbing bone.
"OH! AH! Easy, Brad!"
"Shit--I guess it won't take long."
"Yeah," I said, relieved that he would make this short.
"So I better slow down."
"Well, actually--I need to come now, Brad," I said, shivering.
"Yeah," he said, chuckling, "where have I heard that before?"
Brad held my wrists down and licked the base of my cock. I
was so frantic, I had to think of something, fast.
"I'm gonna come," I said, even thought I wasn't that close,
but knowing those words would get to him.
Brad stopped. Then everything changed. His face fell.
"I'm sorry, Shawn--they're not letting me graduate," my big
brother said, crying.
My heart pounded. I thought of all sorts of things, feeling
bad that he cried, but mostly I was happy. Brad wasn't accepted
at any really good colleges, and this would give him a second
chance--and another year of him on the team with me.
"That's so cool! I wasn't happy about losing you at school.
I didn't want to think about that!"
"What?" Brad stared at me with his wet face looking so cute.
"I get to play football with you another year!" I said,
knowing football was the most important thing to Brad. "Plus, you
get to try for some better colleges."
"Oh--yeah," he said, like this was fresh news to him.
"Yeah, is right. Maybe you'll get into Farnworth State like
you wanted."
"Fuck! I never thought of that." Brad smiled, and I sighed
with relief.
"I think it's a good thing, Brad."
"Holy shit!" His grin was big now.
I knew mom and dad weren't thrilled about Brad's options for
colleges, and I knew they'd be happy Brad would have a second shot
at it.
"You KNOW dad's gonna love this!" I said, poking him in the
ribs, making him laugh. Brad was ticklish, and tickling him was
NOT something you wanted to do. This time, he didn't mind.
"Fuck, yeah! A second chance!"
There was a pause as we stared--like it had to sink in. We
had to look like two baboons--frozen in place and grinning
stupidly at each other.
"Um, speaking of second changes, a certain big brother got to
cum two times--and the little brother feels left out? Sound
familiar?"
"I hear ya, stud. You need it bad, huh?" he said with a well-
known, demeaning brotherly grin.
"Like you don't know," I said, giving him one of my own
special, not-so-friendly grins.
"Okay, Okay," Brad said, touching himself, which made me look.
He was hard again. His face turned sexual. "Mmmm!"
"Mmmm, what?"
"I think it's time you gave ME something," he said with a
strange expression.
"Huh?"
"Dumb shit! You said I gave YOU something. Now it's time for
little Shawn to--"
"No way, man! I--I cant do that to you."
"Yeah you can!"
"That's your job. Your turf."
"Bullshit. I'll tie you down and force you."
By then, I was warming up to the idea, touching myself,
pressing my bone down and making it spring up.
"I see what you're doin," Brad said with a knowing grin.
"I'll come too quick." I wanted to try it but was scared.
Then again, I liked the thought that fucking was totally Brad's
territory. I was thrilled feeling dominated when he made love to
me--and I never wanted to dominate him.
"Fuckin excuses. I'll jerk you off first. Then you can slow
down and enjoy your next cum," he said, cupping my balls and
sliding his thumb around.
Brad had me by the balls literally.
"Okay," I said, wanting to try it, and at the same time
knowing how good it would feel. But I guess I wasn't convincing.
"What's wrong, Shawn?"
"I can't--you can't let me hurt you. If I hurt you, it's--
you're not stretched!" My dick was smaller than Brad's, but not
by much. And I knew he was a virgin.
"Fuck! Relax, will ya? Go sterilize that thing!"
It hit me hard, and my cock throbbed. I loved the idea of
using the dildo on Brad.
"Okay," I said, real excitement in my voice, "but remember--
you asked for it."
"Just do it, man," Brad said, playing with his dick as I took
the dildo and walked to the bathroom.
I was shaking.
"I love you, Brad," I said, thinking saying this would make me
feel better.
"Now PROVE it, studface."
He made me nervous.
"I'm just not sure about this," I said, yelling to Brad from
the bathroom. I heard bare feet slapping on hardwood. He
practically ran to me.
Brad grabbed my balls roughly and tightened his grip just
enough that I knew what his hand could do to me.
"Still not sure, bro?" he said, deadly serious.
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1. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (Dad teases and
spanks his son, and gets aroused suddenly. Ages
13, 16, to adult.
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
Incest; Athletics
2. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
Camping; Incest
3. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
High School.
4. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
Adult-Youth.
5. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
Adult-Youth.
6. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
Incest.
7. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 14, 2006.
Incest.
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Newest story.
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
Incest.
9. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
Incest.
10. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
11. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
Authoritarian.
12. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
Authoritarian.
13. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Big bro has eyes for little bro; Ages 16 to 18)
- Last post APPROX. March 18, 2006.
Incest; Athletics
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