Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 17:12:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 8
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 8
by StoriesNew (Dennis Banneker)
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
May 26, 2007
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Do not read the story below in whole or part unless it is
perfectly legal and proper for you to read descriptions of gay
sexual activity. All the usual and other disclaimers apply.
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
Comments welcome
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Brad Wills, 17: (6 ft. 180#, brn. hair, grn. eyes, 6 pack;
a football quarterback)
Shawn Wills, 16: (5 ft 5, 120#, lt. brn. hair, brn. eyes;
smooth; a football tight end--new on the team)
Don & Amy Wills: (parents)
Steve Aiker, 15: (tall, cute, blue-eyed blond)
Scott Cramer, 17: (a hunk) (with eight inches) (and thick)
Jake Parson, 17
COMING SOON
Tom Peddington, 16
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[Driving home after the football team won the game, Brad, Shawn,
and 15-year-old Steve Aiker plan their moves with each other and
Scott Cramer who will meet them at Shawn and Brad's house.]
"Fuck! This is gonna work out great!" Brad shouted.
"Why?" Steve and I said at the same time.
"We get to milk him!"
"Oh, Shit!" The three of us had big grins of anticipated
pleasure.
"Wow! Are you guys gonna tie Scott to the bedpost like you
did me?"
"Fuckin GREAT idea!" Brad said, practically breaking our
eardrums. "I ain't sure about this, but I got an idea Scott's
hole is bigger than normal. Either that or he can be convinced."
"Hey, we can take turns fucking Scott!" Steve said.
"Oh, yeah!" Well, everyone but Brad.
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CHAPTER 8
FOR BARRY & OTHER FAITHFUL READERS WHO WROTE TO ME
As we pulled up to my house, there was Scott Cramer in his
green Ranger with his head hanging out the window. I thought I
saw his tongue hanging out of his mouth, too.
"It's about time you guys got here," Scott whispered as we
all gathered at the front door while I got my keys out. We were
being quiet so the neighbors wouldn't hear.
"Come on, guys, you're blocking the light. I can't see my
keys." I finally got the door open and four football guys
practically fell into the living room.
"Nice house," Scott said.
"Make yourselves comfortable," Brad said, getting the guys to
sit in the living room while he pulled me into the kitchen.
"What's up, big brother?"
"Should we let him in on it?"
"Huh?"
"Scott. Should we let him hear the tape?"
"Tape?"
"Shawn! Come on, bro. The tape Steve made of the other
players tonight."
"Oh, yeah. I don't see why not. I already told Scott that
Steve wanted the other players to fuck him, and he said we should
count him in."
When I went back to the living room, Steve was all by himself
in a corner and gave me a weird look. I sat with him.
"You're lucky having Brad," Steve whispered. It's so hot
that you guys can do stuff whenever you want. I'm jealous."
"That's cool," I said, "and don't tell him I said this--Brad
likes you tons."
"Oh, God," Steve said, rubbing his crotch. "Brad's hot as
hell. He let me fuck him--I know he liked that. I wish he would
fuck me. I'd give anything to have him shove his dick up my ass,
but I know he saves that for you."
"Yeah. And now I don't let anyone else fuck me."
This made Steve get a serious look on his face.
"Wait," Steve said, that means you can fuck me."
"Well, yeah. Don't you re--"
"God, I want you, Shawn," he said. "Fuck me tonight."
"Sure," I said. "But I thought you wanted Scott to--"
"That'd be way hot, Shawn, but--you're Brad's brother," Steve
said. "Shit, I can't have the big stud, but the little stud's
just as good. I want your cock, Shawn." Steve squeezed my cock
--out of sheer excitement, I could tell.
I knew Steve was hot for me because I'm Brad's brother, but
that was fine with me. Steve was 15 and a very horny boy. And
he was cute, too. But for now, I couldn't wait for my scheduled
one-on-one with Scott and his tall body and big cock.
Scott was stunned when Brad played the tape for him.
"It's cool knowing those guys go for dick," Scott said, "but
I know who I'm hot for." He looked around the room, eyes
stopping at all three of us--me, Brad, and Steve.
"Okay," Brad said, sounding like the announcer on some TV
show. "It's my house so we play by my rules. Just so I know
we're all playing on the same field, everybody get naked."
We all smiled. In seconds clothes were flying everywhere,
and four naked guys--three football players and one wannabe--
stood around smiling, staring at each other's dicks.
Steve dropped to his knees in the middle of the big room.
"I wouldn't mind if you guys wanna help me exercise my mouth."
"Exercise your mouth?" Scott Cramer said. "What for?"
The rest of us went hysterical.
"What the fuck are you guys laughing at?"
Brad and I stood up. When we touched our cocks and aimed
them at Steve, Scott turned a new shade of red.
"Shit! Yeah, I'll exercise your fuckin mouth, boy!" Scott
said, his big dick jumping as he stood up. I loved his long
slender body as well as his half-boner.
"Form a line, guys," Steve said, his tongue hanging out.
I was the only one hard, but Brad was close behind. Scott
stroked himself and forced his way to the front of the line.
I wasn't surprised Steve took advantage of the moment to get
some of his 'guys lined up' fantasy to come true.
"Don't bother stroking, Cramer. I'll get it hard," Steve
said to Scott, reaching up, putting his arms around Scott, and
doing a sexy slide with his hands slipping down Scott's lower
back, grabbing his ass and shoving the big dick into his mouth.
"Fuck! I'm hard NOW!" Cramer shouted, his knees shaking as
Steve swallowed most of Scott's shaft.
"Yeah, go for it Stevie," Brad bellowed.
"Ooo, yeah!"
The three of us grinned, already in a party mood. I wondered
how Steve learned to swallow that much dick. He had to have
seven inches of Scott's bone in his mouth.
But Steve wasn't moving. It was like a video on 'pause,'
with Scott's eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted together. I
loved the inch or so of dick that was still visible--the sideways
view of sexy stud and his thick bone making me shiver.
Scott was not one to waste time or words and started fucking
Steve's mouth--the cute 15-year-old loving it. Once in a while,
Steve's eyes shifted to see me and Brad lined up, waiting our
turn.
"Hey Cramer!" Brad shouted. "Don't feed him too much of that
thing. You gotta leave him hungry so me and Shawn get some of
that mouth."
"I'm ready to fuckin BUST, man!" Scott said, pulling away
from Steve. Brad was up next. Scott came behind me and nestled
his stiff pecker between my cheeks, the sudden pleasure making my
cock bounce and my balls tighten.
"Don't make anyone cum," Brad said, suddenly turning his head
to look at me and Scott, "or we all get to spank Steve. Right
guys?"
"Right!"
I blushed when Brad looked at me, feeling like I'd been
caught--as Scott's cock heated up and throbbed against my hole,
the hot 17-year-old having a good time sliding that missile up
and down my butt crack and breathing on my neck. The big fucker
gave me goose-bumps.
I knew Brad's spanking announcement was bullshit scare
tactics. None of us would hurt any of the others. But Steve ate
it up, grinning like the boy in heat, which he was. Steve
actually dripped precum on the carpet as he stared at Brad's
delicious bone.
"Are you sure you can handle this, Steve?" Brad said, half
joking, making his cock bounce."
"Real sure," Steve said with gusto, making us laugh. "I
won't make them come, but they should all spank me anyway." He
quickly shoved Brad's pole in his mouth.
Various versions of, "huh?" "what?" and "you gotta be
kidding," soon drifted through the room.
"It's weird, I know, but a friend got me hooked on it. I
like it--as long as it's not real hard," Steve said, picking up a
gym shoe and tossing it toward us. "You can use that."
"How about a paddle?" I said, suddenly liking the idea of
spanking a boy.
"That's good, too," Steve said, grinning. "Two whacks each.
After I suck your dicks." He slid his mouth back on Brad's cock.
"Okay," I said, getting the paddle from the basement.
When I got back, Brad was moaning.
"Fuck, I'm done," Brad said, pulling out and grinning at me.
"Your turn, Shawn-boy. Good LUCK."
He stared down at my extra-hard boner dripping precum.
Watching other guys get their dicks sucked made me horny as hell.
I liked that he called me Shawn-boy. We all knew I wouldn't last
long in Steve's mouth.
"Shit, you're ready to come!" Steve said as my stiff bone
throbbed in his face. "Okay, easy boy," he said, wrapping his
mouth around my cock instead of sliding on it.
"Oh. Stop!" I lasted two strokes and went behind Scott,
teasing his butt with my cock.
"Okay--time to pay up," Brad said, slapping the paddle on his
hand, looking grim and cruel as he stared at Steve's ass. "Bend
over, Stevie."
"Hey--not TOO hard, man," Steve said.
WHACK! "Ow!" was repeated many times until Steve was done,
and when he stood up, he was hard as a rock. "That was a little
harder than I wanted," he said with a sheepish grin, but--"
"Shit, you LIKED it," Brad said, amazed.
It was a little weird but still fun to watch. I wanted to
try it and take a few whacks myself, but was too embarrassed.
"Okay, we're not gonna make this a trend, guys," Brad
announced, throwing the paddle on the couch.
"Time for some action!" I said.
It was time for Scott and I to have our time alone. Brad
said he would "take good care" of Steve, who grinned happily,
while Scott dragged me into the bedroom--the one I shared with
Brad.
I scanned the room as we walked in. I was in luck. The
ropes were still there--on the floor at the base of the bedpost.
They were already around the back of the bedpost, so all I had to
do was get some part of him inside the rope and tie it.
We tensed as we sat on the bed. It was a little awkward
because walking into the room was like a signal--like someone
saying, 'Okay, time to have sex.' That wasn't sexy.
Scott seemed more gentle now.
"Do you guys . . . you know, kiss?"
"Yeah--and hug. We do all that stuff," I said, suddenly
caught up in his eyes. His hands went behind my ears and my dick
was on its way up.
"That's so hot," he said, his voice a whisper.
I knew what he wanted, met him halfway, and kissed him. It
was a nice kiss--a friendly, 'I want you,' kiss. It didn't have
the electricity of Brad's kisses, but I sort of expected that.
It was different for Scott. He exhaled loudly, and pressed
into me, suddenly giving off tons of heat.
It was nice that we were already naked.
We both stood.
"Yeah," I said with a grin, "I think a fire started down
there."
"Shit," Scott said, all serious, "I'm just getting warmed up,
Shawn."
"Ooo, I'm glad you said that!"
"Oh, yeah?" He grinned suddenly.
"Yeah. Me and Brad have this tease thing going. We do it
all the time. It's the best thing when you wanna be horny to the
max and blow a record load."
"What kind of tease?"
"I love it. Brad teases my body--licks it and anything he
can think of to get me really hot," I said, taking my fingers to
Scott's bulge "I wanna do it to you."
"Oh, yeah, yeah, Shawn-boy, sounds good."
I dropped to my knees and licked his balls.
"Wait," I said. "Go back to the living room and get your red
briefs and my white ones." He gave me a weird look, then smiled
and ran off.
"Why'd you want these," he said, handing me the underwear.
"Put 'em on. You'll see." I gave him his sexy red briefs
and he put them on, struggling to get his bone in them.
I put my white ones on. Ultra-brief, like Scott's.
Scott had to lean back against the bedpost to keep his
balance. I bit the lower leg-band of the briefs and chewed on
it, sliding my tongue over Scott's smooth thigh.
"Oh, FUCK yeah, Shawn."
I started sucking his cloth-covered balls. When I had a nice
wet spot there, I slid my tongue to his cock. I needed to get
him hot so I could convince him to let me tie him up.
"Are you getting horny?"
"Fuck--oh, baby! It's workin, Shawn. Shit--I started OUT
horny!" he said, pressing my head tighter against his cock.
I learned from Brad--when in doubt, do something to his dick.
I let this go on for a few.
I had a sexy athlete naked except for his briefs! Scott was
nice to look at--tall, a little thinner than Brad, but the same
age, 17. He had a nice build--very tall, 190 pounds--a blond
blue-eyed guy. I liked the difference between Scott and Brad. A
six foot four football player gives you a lot to like.
"Oh, fuck," he said, putting his hands on the waistband.
"Not yet, Scott. Just wait." I slid my fingers over his
tight abs, just above the waistband, and went all the way around
to his back, before returning to the front. I could see his dick
jump when I did that.
That's when Scott pulled me into a hug.
"Take these off," he said, poking his hand into my bulge.
As I slid my briefs off, Scott grabbed my bone.
"Not yet," I said, kneeling again, taking my tongue to the
leg holes of his underwear and circling as much as I could. The
skin was nice and smooth there.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah! I want more."
"If you cooperate," I said, placing a rope around his ankles,
"you can have more." I had to leave it untied until I got his
briefs off. I slid my tongue under one leg-band and licked part
of his sac.
"Shit, I'll cooperate. Anything!"
"Cool." I decided Scott was too sexy to spend the whole time
teasing him. When I took Scott's dick out, the fun began.
"Fuck, that's hot," he said as I rubbed the two cocks
together. They looked so good and stiff as hell. It was too
much action for Scott to stand still.
Scott dragged me into bed, where we hugged and kissed and
licked necks.
"Arrgh!" I yelled. He squeezed the air out of me.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, letting me go and diving for my bone.
"Oh, no," I said, pulling away. "You don't get that till you
cooperate."
"Okay! Shit, what do I gotta do?"
I needed to get him just a little hotter so I could be sure
he'd let me tie him up. I went for his cock and sucked up some
nice precum. I licked and teased until he couldn't stand it.
"How's that?"
"Fuck! You don't know how hot you are, goddammit!" Scott
said, trying to soothe his aching bone after my tease blow job.
"Just tell me what to do, man!"
Scott was putty in my hands now as I got him up and put him
against the bedpost. I picked up the ropes. He snapped out of
his sex trance.
"Oh, fuck--ropes. Can I trust you?"
"Can I trust YOU? Do you want my cock? Do you wanna get
off, Scott?"
"Okay, okay. Man, I'd love to have your butt, Shawn!"
"Oh, you can," I said, turning around, not telling the whole
truth while rubbing my butt cheeks on Scott's hot bone, sliding
up so I was hitting his main nerve. His hands went to my ass.
"You little fucker! You hot little fucker!" he said,
realizing he wasn't going to get my butt--not in the way he
wanted. But my little rub made his cock *real* hungry all of a
sudden. "How am I gonna get to suck your cock when it's way down
there and my mouth is up here?"
Just then, I wondered what Steve and Brad were doing.
"You'll get my cock, Scott--I promise." This was the perfect
time--Scott was leaking precum.
Without a word, I pulled his briefs off and tied his ankles
to the post. I stood and kissed him while stroking his big dick.
"Mmmf, frrrck!" he said, trying to talk with my lips pressed
against his.
I pulled back and tied Scott's arms real quick.
"God, you're sexy, Scott!" I said, sliding my hands down his
nice chest. When I flicked his nipples, he groaned.
I had the slender athlete fully tied up!
"You're so fuckin hot, Shawn. Shit! I can't touch you now."
"I'll touch YOU," I said, pressing my body against his,
sliding my hands everywhere on him. Now *my* dick was leaking
precum.
"Oooh, yeah," he said, out of breath. "So hot."
I was so turned on knowing this tall sexy football player was
helplessly tied up and under my control. AND I had my body
sliding over him, just how I wanted. And I wanted him so horny
he'd soak the rug with his precum and sweat.
Then I went in for the kill--slurping my way down his bone.
I wiggled my tongue around his balls, then went back to the tip
of his manmeat and teased it--for a long time. I knew he didn't
want to come that way, so he *had* to be holding back and ready
to burst big time.
"Shit! You're fuckin TORTURIN' me, man!"
"You are one hot dude, Scott," I said, lusting after a boy
like never before, and hypnotized by him and his swollen cock.
Oh, man did he look good!
At that point, I was as worked up as Scott. I was *very*
tempted to lube up the parts and impale my butt on the hot
football player's stiff cock.
"Make it good, Shawn-boy," Scott said anxiously, yet there
was a sweet tone to his voice. "'Cause I wanna fuck your ass so
bad!"
Funny he should say that.
"Did I hear someone say torture?" I jumped out of my skin.
It was Brad! Steve Aiker was right behind him.
"Cramer!" Brad bellowed. "Fucking around with my kid brother
when I'm not here?! You sleazy--"
I shot Brad an angry look. He was scaring Scott--too much.
"No, Brad--I swear it ain't like that! Can't you see? He
tied me up and he's torturin' me!"
"Bullshit! I don't see any marks."
"Yeah, no marks," Steve said like the faithful sidekick.
"Shawn, go get the big paddle," Brad said, commanding me.
I was off to the basement where Brad had a fraternity paddle
hidden. I worried I wouldn't find it, but it took less than a
minute. Soon, I was back in our bedroom.
"This is just in case you give me any trouble," Brad said,
holding the paddle threateningly.
"Fuck, I swear, man--I won't be no trouble!" Scott said, his
voice high and half choked.
"Just to be sure--a little pain for ya," Brad said. He aimed
a fist at Scott's balls. I thought Scott would pass out just
from fear.
"Brad! Stop!" I said.
But at the last minute, Brad punched his other hand instead
of Scott's balls.
"AHHHHGH!" Scott screamed, hearing the snap of Brad's hands.
"Hehe! Gotcha good, Cramer," Brad said.
"You fucker! You son of a bitch!" Scott said, out of breath.
"Hey," Brad said with a wicked grin, "looks like you ARE in a
position to be . . . fucked with, maybe."
"Shit! What'd I get myself into?!"
"A couple of blow jobs. Maybe a good fuck."
"Yeah, MAYBE," Steve said, loving his role as Brad's
'assistant.'
"Go exercise your mouth on his pole, Steve."
"Oh, yeah," Steve said, eager for Scott's desperate-looking
cock. It was very red, stiff, with a definite throb, the shaft
gleaming with precum.
"No pressure with that mouth," Brad commanded. "Just barely
touch his dick. Shit, it better not go off, Cramer."
Steve grinned wickedly, and knew exactly what to do. As he
knelt, Scott shivered, having some idea of what he was about to
endure. And Steve opened wide, carefully putting his open mouth
over Scott's swollen meat--nothing but air touching the big pole.
I watched carefully.
Slowly, very slowly, Steve's mouth closed, and you could tell
he barely touched Scott's already tortured dick. Then, he slid
back, the pace excruciatingly slow, and gave Scott the blow job
from hell. It was so hot to watch, I swear I felt the light
touch of Steve's mouth on my own cock.
I looked around. Steve, Brad, and I had record stiff cocks,
and the precum was dripping everywhere.
I knew Scott was ready to complain. His face filled with
anger as he opened his mouth.
"You BASTARDS!"
"Take your mouth off his cock, Steve. We'll have to punish
him for that boys," Brad said as if he were the team commander.
He turned away from Scott and winked at us.
"Not too hard, Brad," I said, eyeing the paddle and fearing
Brad might go too far with it--or worse, maybe. But I knew my
brother wasn't cruel. I was confused.
"Aw, ain't it cute," Brad said coldly, turning and winking at
me so Scott couldn't see. "Shawn-boy trying to protect his tall
skinny lover."
"He's not skinny," I said, blushing. I *was* trying to
protect Scott.
"Come on Brad! I'm gonna fucking BUST!" Scott said, his eyes
wide in disbelief that even the teasing touch of Steve's mouth
was taken away from him.
"Stevie," Brad said, his voice cruel and icy, "lube him up
good, stand on the stool, and slide your hot little hole over the
nice weapon." Brad tapped Scott's cock for emphasis.
"FUCK, yeah!" Scott shouted, jubilant.
"And Steve," Brad continued, "go gently on him. Don't bust a
gut--just take what you can of that bad-boy pole. And then,
don't move. Don't move a hair. You got that?"
Scott obviously got it. The poor kid shook, his eyes wide.
Scott shivered. "Oh, fuck," he whispered.
"That's it. Easy, now," Brad said as he and I eased Steve's
butt over Scott's frantic cock.
Steve was taking a lot of meat, I thought, as the cock-hungry
15-year-old grimaced. But he kept sliding himself further back.
"Can you take it all?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Steve said, his voice raspy.
"Cool," Brad said as Steve's hairless ass rested against
Scott's bush.
"Gimme a few STROKES, goddammit!"
"Good job, Steve," I said, not thinking of Scott's plight. I
was feeling good for Steve's sake--with a huge stud-cock all the
way up his ass--and proud of him for taking it.
Brad fussed around, adjusting this and that to make Steve
more comfortable.
"Good. Real good, Steve. If you get hungry or anything,
we'll bring you stuff."
I could see Scott, getting ready to bust a gut.
"You son of a bitch fucking BASTARDS!"
Just the look of Scott defined the word, 'suffering.'
Brad was moved, I could tell. But I bit my lip, knowing my
big brother had to do this his own way.
"Steve," Brad said softly, gesturing toward Scott, "if he
promises to let you and Shawn fuck him, make him come now."
Scott reacted immediately.
"I promise to do fucking ANYTHING, man!"
I was thinking we'd shower him after this, tie him back up,
then milk him.
Steve wasted no time. I was happy for Scott. I reached
under and fingered Scott's balls as Steve's butt pumped the
frantic athlete's cock.
"OH FUCK YEAH!"
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