Date: Mon, 07 Jul 2003 15:58:53 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Younger Brother - Chapter 7

HOT YOUNGER BROTHER CHAPTER 7

Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

THE BROTHERS:  Pete, 17   Todd, 14
PETE'S FRIEND:  Shawn, 13

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APOLOGY - for the error toward the end of Chapter 6, at the
paragraph that begins:  "Todd sat next to me."  The CORRECT
sentence is:  "Shawn sat next to me."  A correction to Chapter
6 may be posted in the near future.  --Thanks, Pete.
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CHAPTER 7

"Ohhhh . . . Pete," Shawn moaned.  Shawn was so sexy--he had my
whole body throbbing.

This sixty-nine was my first real sex with Shawn, and I felt like
I was getting drunk on his throbbing bone.

The cute kid was making sounds like this was the first time his
dick felt good.  I knew that couldn't be true because Shawn had
jacked off for me, that first time.

But maybe this DID feel better to him than anything he'd had
before; maybe this WAS Shawn's first blow job.  I thought it was
possible, since he was only thirteen--even though he was a tall
thirteen.  I just hoped he was ok with me being 4 years older.

Shawn was the cutest guy in the area, besides my little brother.
Maybe even as cute as my brother.

The noises the kid was making and the way he moved his hips sure
made it seem like he'd never had a blow job before.  That
surprised me because he was doing a great job on my cock, which I
thought would explode any second, now.

Shawn tried to tell me he was cumming, but it didn't matter that
his words were all garbled and his arms flew all over the place.

I really wanted to drink down the sweet-looking boy's stuff, and
I did--pulling him toward me as he came, letting him know I
wanted his cum in my mouth.

Three big pulses shot to the back of my throat--which probably
could have hit the ceiling under other conditions.  Then, two
smaller streams of Shawn's cum bathed my tongue--and Shawn,
normally a firm, athletic boy, lay limp in our 69 position, with
my arms wrapped around him.

I always thought it was cool to hear a guy trying to catch his
breath, but hearing Shawn was a sensuous experience.  I had to
admit the boy had the sexual side of breathing down to an art
form--and I'm sure he didn't know it.

"I don't think the desks are stored in there, but we'd better
take a look for ourselves . . . "

I heard voices.  Shawn and I got up and looked at each other in
panic.  We jammed ourselves between the wall and some old
lockers.

"I just heard something--did you guys hear anything?" I could
hear a teacher's voice say, just as the door opened and the
intruders entered.

"Hell, the way this old building creaks, I wouldn't be surprised
if the place caved in, one of these days."

"Ok--well, there's not much in here.  We better try upstairs."

Finally, we heard the unwelcome footsteps retreat, and the door
close behind them.

Shawn was a mess--cum that leaked from my mouth was dripping from
him; and he was still out of breath.  My hardon was jammed
against his ribs, and I couldn't wait to get out from behind
those lockers.

As Shawn bent and turned himself to get loose, his elbow grazed
my nuts.

"Ahh!  God, that hurts!"  Shawn knew immediately what he'd done,
and we both got ourselves out into the open area of the room.

"Pete--I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry!"

"No, Shawn, it's ok," I said, finding a spot to sit down, "It
just reminds me of something my brother would do to me."

"You're brother hits you in the nuts?" Shawn said, sitting next
to me.

"No, I don't mean it like that--I mean, you know . . . like when
we wrestle 'n' stuff."

"Who IS your brother, anyway?"

"The kid you thought was my boyfriend--that's my brother, Todd."
I stood up and gently touched my balls.

"Pete, do your nuts still hurt?"

"Yeah, a little.  I gotta cum, man."  Shawn had no way of
knowing, but this morning, showering and playing with Todd and
almost but not quite cumming, plus my blue-balls, was bad enough.
But with all that just happened, I was dying to cum.  I stood
very close to Shawn, subtly inviting him to help me out.

Shawn leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth.  It seemed
like he swallowed my whole length.

"Easy, Shawn!  Don't choke."

Shawn gurgled and slurped like a real happy camper.  For a guy
who was a newbie, Shawn was sure making my dick feel good with
his mouth.

"Shawn, I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm . . . " I said, as my back slammed
against the lockers, and my juices shot into Shawn's mouth.

"MMMMM . . . URRMMMMM!" Shawn moaned, having trouble trying to
swallow all I was giving him.

I shot, and shot, and shot, until I thought either my dick or
Shawn's mouth would get sore.  "Don't swallow it all," I said,
trying to catch my breath, "Save a little."

As I pulled him up to me, Shawn looked a little scared.  When I
brought his head to mine to kiss him, he went limp and moaned so
sweetly.  I lay down and let Shawn get on top and kiss me.  When
I probed his mouth with my tongue, my cum flowed into my mouth.
Our tongues sloshed in it, fought over it, and finally we each
swallowed some.  We laughed a little, then broke the kiss.

"God, you're sexy," I said, grinning at Shawn.

"Not me, I'm just a kid.  You're 17, and hot as hell."

"So?  You're still sexy," I said so strongly that Shawn leaned
back a little.  "Are you going to argue with me?"  I smiled at
him.

"N-nnot exactly," Shawn said with coy smile.

"Good--'cause if you were, I'd have to suck your penis again."

"Ok," Shawn said, "then maybe I WILL argue with you."

I laughed.  "Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.  I
love calling my dick a penis, by the way."

"I like that word, too," Shawn said, getting very serious.

"Good!"

"You're hard again," Shawn said, "I mean, your penis is hard."
We both giggled.

I blushed a little, "Yeah, I um, I still got a deficit--I didn't
get to finish this morning."

"Oh, man.  That's really bad," Shawn said, sitting down and
licking my balls.

Just then, we heard a very unusual sound--like a horn.

"We better get back to the locker room and get dressed."

"Yeah," Shawn said.

Eventually we were dressed and found out that there was a water
main leak in the building and that we were all dismissed--except
we still had to wait for our busses, which would be coming soon.

We were outside in the bus area.  There was a nice breeze.

"What are you looking for?" Shawn asked.  His voice was so sweet
and helpful sounding.

"YOU!" I said, jokingly.  "No, I'm looking for my brother."

"Todd?" Shawn asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I saw Todd get into a car about an hour ago.  A red Honda."

"Oh!  I forgot.  He went to his friend Jimmy's wrestling match,"
I said, totally amazed that I'd forgotten--especially since with
dad's new hours, that left a bunch of time that Shawn and I could
have together right now.  I studied Shawn's beautiful, docile
face and sexy pose.

"Well that's good," Shawn said shyly.  He started to blush for
some reason.

"You're coming home with me," I said.  I tried to sound real
bossy, just for the fun of it.  What was really cool was that he
gulped when I said that.

"Ok," Shawn said meekly.

I think I smiled on the outside, but I know on the inside I was
happy as could be.

"Just 'OK?'" I said, teasing him.

"No--I think it's the hottest news I could ever hear, and if you
want me to show you how I really feel, I'll ignore all the other
kids, and kiss you, right here."

This speech was just too aggressive to be coming from the Shawn I
knew.  "There's no way you'd kiss me in front of all these other
kids."

"Well, yeah, but, it sure sounded good," Shawn said with a blush
and a big, good-natured smile.

Shawn and I got on my bus and before long we were at my house.
"Relax--there's no one home," I said, as I opened the front door.
"You should call your mom before you forget."

"Yeah.  Can I call from right here?"

"Sure, Shawn," I said, showing him the kitchen phone.

"How long do you want me?" he asked, with the receiver to his
face.

I was so tempted to say 'forever' just to see what would happen,
but I chickened out.  "Until eight?  I'll make supper."

"I can cook, too," Shawn offered.  He looked at the phone
hesitantly, then called his house.

I ran to the bathroom to give him some privacy on the phone.
When I returned to the kitchen, he was just hanging up.

"I hate this.  I hate my life!" Shawn said, crying openly.

"Shawn, God, no!" I said, starting to lose my cool."

"They don't care!  They don't care if I live or die."

"Come on, Shawn--don't think that way.  That can't be true!"

"Yes it IS!"

"Ok, tell me what you said and tell me what your mom said."

"I told her I was gonna be late," the cute kid said, sniffling,
"I started to tell her where I was . . . . "

"Ok, Shawn," I said, hugging him, "What did she say?"

"She said, 'What do I care how late you stay out?  Come back next
week for all I care,'" Shawn said, his face shriveling to a
heaving sob.  His tears flowed for some time.

I was at a loss for words.  I didn't know how to handle anything
like this.  "WHY, Shawn?"

"I don't know."

"Shawn, you know!  You just don't wanna tell me."  I guess that
was the right thing to say--it made the kid stop and think.

"OK!  My dad moved out last week, and my mom's got a boyfriend,
and now she couldn't care less about me."  It all came out
quickly and in one lump.

At least he'd stopped crying.  "I see.  I'm real sorry, Shawn."
I hugged him tightly to let him know I was on his side, and
almost cried, myself.

"She doesn't love me!"  Shawn went into deep sobs.

I got some kleenex for him.  I waited till he used it and settled
down.  "It's ok, Shawn."

"No, it's not," Shawn said more quietly, "she doesn't--"

"Shawn--I love you."

"What?"

"I love you Shawn.  I know we haven't been together long, but
I've been falling in love with you since that first day."

Shawn hugged me back.  His hug was warm and sweet.  This time he
cried on my chest; this time, his crying felt good--as if I was
absorbing it and making it ok for him.  "I know I love you,
Pete," Shawn said through his tears.

"That's good," I said, enjoying the hypnotizing rhythm our bodies
were making, swaying back and forth as we hugged standing up.

"But--what about Todd?" Shawn said.

I pulled back to see his face.  Shawn's expression went sour.
"Oh, shit!  He told you!"

"No, Pete!  I heard him telling Billy."  Our eyes studied each
other for some time.  I sat down.

"So, NOW you know," I said, seeing Shawn read the pain in my
face.

Shawn slid to the floor as if he'd lost all muscle tone and
regretting the revelation with all his soul.  "No, Pete--not now.
I knew BEFORE.  That didn't change how I felt about you; that
didn't change how good you make me feel; that didn't stop me from
loving you!"  For a shy little guy, his speech was powerful and
moving.

It was my turn to cry--and somehow, Shawn knew it was a good cry.
For a 13-year-old, he sure seemed to know a lot about emotions.
Then again, given what he said about his home life, maybe it came
naturally to him.

"Pete--you just proved you really love me.  You cried about me,
didn't you?"

I nodded as the tears fell to my chest.  In a few moments, I got
myself together.  "Shit--you sure are smart for just a little
guy," I said, attempting a smile.

"Is that all I am?  Just a little guy?"

"No.  You're the sexiest, most loving little guy I know!"

We both paused silently, knowing that I had left Todd out of that
equation.  I spoke to break the awkward silence.

"So . . . you know what we did this morning, I guess."  My voice
was low, soft, and sunken, like my mood.

"You and Todd?  Yes.  He fucked you."

"Yes.  Shawn--what do you think about that?"

"I thought it was weird."

"How?" I asked, waiting for the incest dragon to rear its head.

"You're way bigger than him.  I just figured YOU'D fuck HIM."

"No, we haven't done that yet."

"Do you still love me?" Shawn asked in guilt for letting the cat
out of the bag.

"Are you kidding?" I said, "I should be asking YOU that.  Yes I
still love you!  Do you still love me?"

Shawn simply nodded.  With a fresh tear running down his face, he
looked cuter than ever.  I knew he needed to feel loved, as many
different ways as possible.

"Shawn--I want you to fuck me."

"NO!  You're the big--"

"No.  I'm breakin' all those rules," I said with a smile.

"Then," Shawn said smiling . . . "if I . . . does that mean you
won't fuck ME?"

"Oh!  Is THAT what you're worried about?" I said very happily.

"Well, I wasn't, but--I mean, now . . . . "

"No worries, Shawn!  I've had my eye on your beautiful butt for a
while now.  Oh, my penis has, too."

"Well, ok," Shawn said grinning, "I'll fuck you and make love to
you, then."

"Oh.  That's so nice," I said, feeling a sudden hush in the room.
"While you're making love to me, I'll be making love back."

"Mmmmmm!" Shawn moaned.  That's when I saw the front of his pants
half wet.  I knew it was his precum.  My pants weren't much
better.

"So, how are you going to do it, Shawn?"

"How?  I'll just shove it in," the little guy said with a sly
smile, and a sparkle in his eye.

As I closed my eyes, the boy kissed me, and I thought I would
die, right then.

I don't remember getting upstairs with Shawn, but we got there.
I don't remember getting naked, but we were.

In my room, lying on the bed, I remembered Shawn's words.  They
were exactly what I wanted to hear, 'I'll just shove it in.'
That made me feel like an animal in heat.  I wanted Shawn to act
like an animal, and just take me.  I wanted to watch, hear and
smell his boyish animal urges just zoom out of him, and have him
fucking me--just a pure, lust-filled fuck.

And it didn't bother me that Shawn was four years younger, and
submissive.  I just knew he could do it.  And I knew he would
still look to me as the leader.

With me on my back, Shawn started in, crawling over my body.  My
eyes glanced up and down his torso, silently encouraging him.
It's as if my excitement--urges, whatever they were--disabled me
from seeing him all at once.  I remember seeing his face.  Then
his chest was a separate image, then his cock, which seemed
longer, much longer than I'd remembered it.

I wanted to close my eyes and drink in the good feelings to come.
I knew they'd be good from the beautiful look on Shawn's face.
But there was no way my eyes would close.

I watched Shawn--my little potent-thirteen year-old boy, with his
persistent hardon throbbing with life--crawl up my body, panting,
his tight, tender body flushed red with desire, his face maroon
with new, impossibly powerful forces running through that sexy
body for the first time.  It was Shawn's first time--he was
giving his virginity to me!  I helped his shaking hands apply the
lube to the important parts involved.

And, oh, did he give it to me.  Just as he said, he took his
graceful little body and put all its strength behind the rapid
thrust that shoved his starving cock right into me.

"Oooof!" I moaned.

He was smart.  He didn't have to ask--he knew he hadn't hurt me.
Before my thought had completed, Shawn had pulled back some and
shoved again, with equally potent force.  And again, and again,
with incredible rapidity, until I was half-dizzy with his
impossibly sudden, pounding jabs.

It was only a few strokes into Shawn's delightful first
lovemaking when his mouth dropped open, his eyes seemed to glass
over and flip, his frenzied thrusts accelerated.  And a moan--a
growl, really--began to come out from somewhere deep within him;
some place in him that never had been opened before.  This is
when my youthful lover screamed his first manly sound--soulful
and sonorous--that vibrated my body as he came.  There was no
mistaking the heat and power of his strong immense climax.

First I felt the pressure of Shawn's semen as it escaped the
nozzle of his penis at tremendous velocity--I felt the
unmistakable pulsation of his animal forces.

Our shouts and enmeshing bodies, the sounds of our sweaty torsos
squishing and sliding in chaotic bliss--took me over the edge
just as the heat of his fluids began to register inside me; just
as his shouts exceeded his strong, manly crescendo; just as I
caught a gleam in his fluttering eyes--a look of beauty that told
me we had fused, like globes of molten lava predestined to join,
boil, and cool together, and remain inseparable.  Our final,
monumental shouts of rapture seemed to finalize our beautiful
symphonic blending, as I shot my insides all over myself, and on
his beautiful body.

The sounds of him--of us--as we tried to catch our breaths, to
cool our inflamed bodies, both soothed and stimulated me.  I
rubbed my fingers idly on the back of his shoulder.  Shawn did
the same on my chest.

Somewhere along the line our eyes opened, and we stared and
smiled at each other.  Without communicating, I sensed he would
have stayed that way all night, as I would have.  His eyes and
his smile were different, now.  He had joined himself with me--
given me the gift of his precious penis and the life of his
sperm; allowed that wonderful part of himself to enter me and
thrill me.

It was definitely a different look, now.  There was a knowledge
in the way we saw each other--a knowledge that changed
everything, yet our feelings for each other were only heightened.
Looking at Shawn now--with his head on my abdomen, looking up at
me like a puppy that ran outside too long on a hot day--I felt as
if I had been with him forever.

Our eyes focused so precisely on each other's pupils, and there
was something wonderfully special about that, too.  I loved him,
I wanted to tell him again that I loved him; I wanted to hear him
tell it to me--but it was all there in the meeting of our eyes.
I didn't dare speak the words; didn't dare risk insulting the
magic and intelligence our eyes had so beautifully established.

In deepening smiles we silently spoke and acknowledged all this.

Somehow, I managed to get Shawn on the bottom, and kissed him
gently but deeply--thrilling to the feel of his tongue as he
expressed himself, even from this subservient position.

"Hi," he said timidly, as if afraid to break the incredible spell
we experienced.  His smile was magnificent.

"Hi," I said joyfully.  "I know what you're thinking."

"I know you know," he said confidently.

"Ok, well it's too soon for me to make love back to you."

"Yup.  Pete--you were so awesome."

"Well, I didn't do much."

"Whatever, Pete--you made me feel great!  I feel you power, Pete.
I know you'll be the one on top most of the time . . . . You know
I want to just . . . you know, make you happy and, well . . . I
know you know."

"You're the one who was awesome, Shawn."

"It was only the animal in me.  I just climbed on you and shoved
it in."

"It was more than that," I said, lost in his eyes, as I heard
noise downstairs.  "Oh my God--I think Todd's home early.  Stay
here--I'll go downstairs."

I never got dressed and ran down the stairs so fast in my life.

"Todd!"

"I know he's here, Pete."

"What?"

"Don't pretend!  I know he's here.  Shawn."

"How do you know?"

"Maybe because I know his backpack, and it's here in the living
room?" Todd said, impatiently.

"Wait, man!"

"It's ok," Todd said, suddenly smiling, "Lets go fuck him."

My brother had a way of surprising me, but this was ridiculous.
"NO!" I said quickly.

"What do you mean, 'NO?'" Todd said, more intrigued than annoyed.

"Fuck!" I said, grabbing him by the shoulders and bringing his
face to mine, "You're my brother.  I never fucked anybody yet,
and you've never BEEN fucked.  It's our virginity, Todd!  We got
dibs on that.  We come first!"

It was like a miracle--I'd gotten through to my brother.  Todd
seemed to go weak with the significance of what I'd just said, as
well as the lust of it--judging by the look on his face and the
tent in his pants.

"Pete . . . ok.  Whatever you say," Todd said meekly, his voice
low, sensual, and breathy.  He melted in my arms.

If I didn't know he was suddenly horny, I'd have thought he was
getting sick.  God!  Now I was thinking like my mother!

"Maybe we can tell Shawn he has to watch us for a while to see if
he can stand it without doing anything," Todd said

"Fuck that, Todd!  I'm gonna tell him he's about to witness us
taking each other's cherry, and he better be ready to pay for the
privilege."

As Todd nodded, he seemed to have a new look his eyes, and a more
contented smile.  "So, you love him?" Todd asked, looking at me.

"Yeah."

"Ok."

"So, you're not jealous, huh?" I said casually.

"No," Todd said, "I got my eyes on a few other guys, myself.  I
was just waiting for it to happen to you.  So, it's cool to have
other boys.  We don't always have to have three-way sex, either."

"But we got dibs on each other, right?"

"Right!" Todd said, smiling."
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