Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2009 07:32:26 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Sibling Rivalry

Dear Reader: The following is a story of adult fiction, persons under the
age of 18 are not permitted to view this material.

	Every once in a while a situation occurs that requires a loving
touch. The very nature of erotic material inspires passion, but that
doesn't mean that characters can't react to one another softly and create
welcome emotional situations.

	I once knew two brothers named Jerry and Chris, they were polar
opposites when it came to love, I believe I made the right choice, I just
wish it had turned out this way.  Short and sweet, just the way I like my
boys.

Your comments welcomed. Chris James.

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


			   Sibling Rivalry (M/B)


	Harry has some of the strangest habits I've ever encountered in a
housemate. But for better or worse I really liked the guy despite the
stupid trick he pulled just last week. I had come home from work one
afternoon and smelled gasoline before I'd even opened the door to the
townhouse. Oh God, the dog has knocked over a can of gas on the porch, at
least that's what I thought as I hurried through the door.

	The fumes were incredibly strong inside so I dumped my jacket on
the hallway floor and started opening windows in the living room. To hell
with the fact that it was thirty-six degrees outside, I needed air. I shut
off the thermostat and went looking for the source of the horrendous
smell. I ran into the kitchen to throw open another window and there was
the source of the danger. A bunch of gears and spacers from the
transmission of his Kawasaki were soaking in two inches of gasoline...in my
kitchen sink.

	What the fuck that boy was thinking I'll never understand. Didn't
he realize that the gas water heater was over in the corner closet? The
pilot light could have set the fumes off in a roaring fireball that would
have taken out half the building. Shit, I suppose he was planning to pull
the plug and dump the gas down the drain into the sewer, not a smart move
no matter which side of the ecological fence you sit on.

	I wanted to kill him, not a quick death but a slow lingering loss
of life to sooth my boiling blood pressure. If Harry ever expected to see
his twenty-third birthday this kind of shit had to stop. As usual I cleaned
up the mess before he got home.

	Jesus, what am I gonna do with him? I mean, first the electrical
fire and now this. Well, the fire was half my fault I suppose. We had been
collecting pull-tabs off of all the beer cans we could find and stringing
them up to make a chandelier in the dining room. It looked awesome, at
least until the damn thing got too heavy and pulled the fixture out of the
ceiling causing the short.

	Harry was my third housemate in a string of years, back when I was
in and out of relationships like a swinging door in a busy bar. He was ten
years my junior and damn cute but we weren't sleeping together. Oh I'd been
down that road before and swore I would never be that foolish again. A few
simple rules governed our domicile: no sleeping with the housemates, no
poaching on each other's boys and try not to bring the cops home for any
reason by sleeping around the neighborhood.

	Harry broke that last rule within weeks of moving in since the
neighborhood was defined as within walking distance. His friend turned out
to be the paperboy, who at sixteen had encountered Harry on the front step
several mornings in a row. That was back when he had to work at six am. By
their third 'accidental' meeting, he had the kid stretched out on the front
seat of his pickup and was blowing the boy for the whole development to
watch as they went to work. Fortunately no one saw a thing and Harry, being
the honest idiot he was, told me the whole story.

	So at least we got the paper free for a while until the kid fell in
love with the coach of his high school tennis team and dumped Harry. Poor
Harry, it took him three days to find himself another boy. But this Jerry
was one of those skinny kids, the kind that tucks the head of his cock into
the top of his sock to keep it from dragging on the ground.

	He was nineteen and the first legal thing Harry had brought home
all year. They met at the gas station where the kid worked as a pump
jockey. Motorcycles weren't the only language they had in common, he
brought the boy home and took him straight to bed. Despite his crazy
antics, Harry was an excellent seducer and knew a good possibility when he
saw one.

	The morning after Jerry spent his first night I had breakfast with
the kid while Harry snored away in post-coital bliss. I offered the sleepy
kid some coffee and watched as he slowly came awake after a hard night at
the sex-capades. He really was a handsome lad, all that long brown hair and
those big brown eyes.

	"Hi, my name is Charlie," I said

	"Jerry Sommerville," he mumbled back.

	"So are you and Harry getting to know each other better?" I asked.
What a loaded question, but then I'm a slut, it comes naturally.

	"Yeah, his cock knows my ass pretty well by now," Jerry chuckled.

	"Well, that's the most refreshingly honest statement I've ever
heard at this table," I said. " Harry's a lucky man, are there any more at
home as cute as you?"

	"I have a younger brother who's seventeen," Jerry said.

	"Oh my," I said, wondering why he'd told me this. " It's nice to
know the world is full of beauty."

	I wasn't going to rise to the bait, I didn't know this kid well
enough and besides, wouldn't it be awkward to have both brothers fucking
around in the same house? But what a fantasy, now if only the brother was
half as cute.

	"His name is Chris," Jerry said. " Far as I know he's never been
with a girl and the only source of sex he's ever had was with me, but that
was a long time ago."

	"And why, may I ask, are you telling me this?" I said.

	"I think he's lonely. I don't know why he doesn't have more
friends but then he's the real quiet shy type, life is difficult for him,"
Jerry replied.

	"Have you thought that maybe he feels different than the rest of
his friends? Not that the lack of girls in his life means he's gay
but...well maybe he is?" I ventured.

	"Yeah, maybe so, I don't know. You have to understand, I'm not
really gay, it's just that Harry's so damn good in bed," he said. " Well
maybe I am, it doesn't matter to me one way or the other, sex is sex."

	"How liberal of you," I said. A sex-oholic by any other name fucks
as sweet, Jerry can claim to be anything he likes.

	"Would you like to meet him?" Jerry asked.

	"Why, is he looking for love?" I asked.

	"He's not looking for anything," Jerry said. " He needs to snap
out of it and get on with his life."

	"Well, maybe I would like to meet him. We're having a Christmas
party next month, why don't you bring him along?" I suggested.

	"Ok, I will. Do you party?" Jerry held his hand up and toked on an
imaginary joint.

	"Not much these days, I think I'm getting too old for that shit,"
I said.

	"Aw come on, you can't be a day over what? Twenty-five,
twenty-six?"

	"Do you want to be kissed now or later? I'm thirty-two," I said.

	"Really? Never would have guessed," Jerry said. He smiled and I
knew he was lying, what a nice boy.

	We both heard a thump from upstairs, must be Harry falling out of
bed. A few minutes later he made an appearance, coming down the stairs in
his underwear and looking like hell.

	"Oh God, how late were we up last night?" he asked.

	"Only until three, " Jerry said, " don't you remember?"

	"I don't think Harry is quite the night owl he thinks he is," I
laughed.

	"Don't laugh at me," Harry moaned," I got fucked by an entire army
last night or was it only one Jerry?"

	Jerry and I died at that one, the boy obviously had some talents I
didn't know about, good for him. Now if only that little brother of his was
half as capable I'd be in heaven. Now I couldn't wait for the Christmas
party to roll around. But as luck would have it, and for once in my favor,
I didn't have to wait that long.

	It was the following Friday night about ten o'clock and I was
catching a rerun of some old movie on television when the doorbell rang.
Harry and Jerry were upstairs in that do no disturb mode they had been
practicing all week long so I answered the door. From the moment I laid
eyes on the beautiful creature standing on my front stoop I knew he had to
be Jerry's little brother. The resemblance was remarkable, they could have
been twins except that Chris' features were more soft and appealing.

	"Hi, is Jerry here?" he asked.

	"Yes, you must be Chris, come on in," I said. " I'm Charlie...was
Jerry expecting you to stop by?"

	"No, I came because...because Pepper got hit by a car tonight,
she's dead," he said.

	The sadness was in every feature of his face, and the tremble in
his voice told me what a terrible blow this was to him. I assumed that
Pepper was their dog, I understood the loss.

	"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. " But Jerry's kinda busy."

	"Oh? I just need him to help me pick her up, she's too heavy for
me to carry," Chris said with tears in his eyes.

	"Oh God, come on, I'll help you, " I said.

	"Would you?" he asked. One look told me that my stock had gone up
a hundred percent in this boy's mind.

	"I've lost a few dogs myself, let's go give her some dignity. How
old was she?" I asked. I grabbed my jacket and we walked out to my van.

	"I had her since I was real little, I guess she was about
fourteen. She'd been having trouble with her eyes this past year, maybe she
didn't see the car," he said.

	"Where's your car?" I asked.

	"I hitched over here, " he said, " Jerry told me he had a new
friend."

	Hmm, I wonder what else he told the kid. I wasn't about to impart
any new information to Chris about Harry and what was happening behind that
bedroom door. Jerry was the only one who could tell him anything safely.

	We drove down Congress Avenue and crossed over Maple to the corner
of the Midtown Pike. Six miles down was Jerry's neighborhood, old pre-war
homes that really needed to be scrapped and something new put up their
place. It wasn't a seedy part of town, just a poor one.

	The dog was in a yard a block off the main highway. God she was
big, a beautiful Lab at one time who just looked old and peaceful lying
there. I helped the boy put the body in the back and we drove down to his
house. Chris had already dug her a place to rest in his back yard and we
lay the poor girl down in the soft dirt.

	"She's really a beautiful animal, " I said. " I'm sorry for your
loss."

	"We all go sometime," Chris said. " She was a good friend and I'll
miss her. Do you think there's a dog heaven?"

	"I believe all life lives on after death," I said. " We're all
flesh and blood bound together with an energy force that guides our life.
The energy lives on after the body fades away and is carried by others,
even for Pepper. Some part of her will always reside in you, Chris, and
when you die it will be passed along to others. We're all the consequence
of many forms of energy being passed along from one to the other. Just as
the earth has revolved around the sun to create life so will all life share
in the energy of past beings. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give a speech."

	"No, that was awesome," he said. Tears were freely flowing down
his face now and I put my arm on his shoulder to let him know I was here. "
Thanks for helping me, I'll be alright now."

	He took the shovel in hand and filled in the grave as I stood aside
and watched. My simple explanation of the never-ending wheel of life had
struck a chord with the boy and that was good, we now had something in
common. Chris thanked me again for coming to help and I felt it was time to
make my exit.

	"Do you party?" he asked as I was about to go.

	"Sometimes, you got something good?"

	"Yeah, come on inside," he said, " My mom's still at work."

	He had a tiny bedroom at the back of the house. And if I had ever
hoped to catch a glimpse of what made this boy tick I was looking at it
right now. My eyes roved the room and absorbed the titles of the books on
the myriad shelves lining the walls. Jeez Louise, the kid was a brain.
Homer, Freud, Shakespeare, Marx...he had the intellectual world at his
fingertips here. He may look a lot like Jerry but they were nothing alike
on the inside. I sat on his tiny bed and watched him move around the room.

	"So you party a lot? " I asked. " When do you find time to read
all this?"

	"Oh some of this stuff was my dad's, I haven't read it all but I
will," Chris said.

	There was no doubt in my mind that he meant it, what a bright
child. He came and sat beside me and rolled a joint. After he lit it up, he
passed it on to me and I took a taste.

	"That stuff you said out in the yard, about the flow of energy,
that's a Buddhist philosophy isn't it?" he asked.

	"Yes, Zen Buddhism was something I studied when I was younger. I
often find it gives me great comfort to think of myself as part of the
greater scheme in life," I said.

	"You're very smart, " he said. " Jerry says I should come over to
your Christmas party. He said you wanted to meet me."

	"And so I have, I'm just sorry about the circumstances," I said.

	"Are you gay?" Chris asked.

	"Yes, I'm not out to hide anything from you," I said. " Is that a
problem?"

	"No, I just like to know where people are coming from," he said. "I
think Jerry is gay but he won't admit it."

	"I won't comment on that, it would be like stepping on Jerry's
toes. But what about you, where do you stand?" I asked.

	"Hard question, I've only had sex with one guy and no girls at
all," he said.

	"Wow, talk about honesty, your brother seems to be the same way.
He just says what he feels people can handle, I have to admire that but
sometimes it isn't always a good policy."

	"So then you know about Jerry and me?" Chris asked.

	"I figured that you and Jerry have slept together in the past. But
if it was that long ago I suppose you've been living a pretty lonely life?"
I said.

	"Yeah, you could say that," Chris admitted. "I just don't know what
to do, people don't seem to like gays very much. I understand that it's a
prejudice but I'm not sure I want to be gay and have my friends hate me for
it. When did you know about yourself?"

	"I guess I was about eleven or twelve. It wasn't something that
crept into my mind overnight, I suppose it was just a feeling at first. I
saw boys on television or in the movies and I formed a crush on them. I had
a few friends that would fool around with me but nothing serious until this
one boy named Steve came along. Our play went way beyond masturbation and I
think we had deep feelings for each other. But when we both hit twelve he
grew out of it and I didn't. I think that's when I really knew for sure."

	"Damn, that young? It must have been hard," he said.

	"Yeah, it was, and I couldn't tell anyone how I felt," I said. "
Not until I was sixteen anyway, that's when I met Brad. He worked down at
the grocery store on Midtown Pike and was real friendly to me. I guess he
was twenty or so, anyway, he picked me up one day about five minutes after
I had left the store. We ended up out at Winker's Pond and he kissed me. He
said he'd had a feeling about me being gay and just had to find out if it
was true. Lord, we had a time that afternoon. We did things I'd only
dreamed about doing up until then."

	"Yeah, so what happened?" Chris asked. He was leaning in towards
me, getting real interested in my story.

	"He was at the University the whole time we were together but then
he graduated and went in the Army. I cried for a week after he left, I felt
pretty abandoned. It took me a long time to get over those feelings but
then I did. Once my college days began, all kinds of gay stuff was
happening around me. That's pretty much it," I said.

	"Do you have a boyfriend now?" Chris asked.

	"Not really, I see a few guys here and there, nothing
serious. Why, looking for a job?" I asked.

	"Oh...I'm sorry. I just got caught up in the story. Do you find me
attractive?" he asked.

	"Completely," I said. " But I don't want you to get into anything
that will make you uncomfortable. I know it's hard to push down that wall
and accept who you might be, I had to do it. My personal opinion is that
you're the one who has to decide about your sexuality, don't let others
influence you. Just having sex with your brother isn't much to go on, you
might have done it only because it's what he wanted."

	"I suppose so, but I do get these feelings inside and I...I want
to do things again like Jerry and I used to do," Chris said.

	"So what's stopping you?" I asked.

	"You haven't asked me," he said.

	"Oh? You want to sleep with me?"

	"Yes, you're the first person I've been able to talk to about any
of this," he said.

	"Ok, but let me tell you what I think about you first. What I see
before me is an elegantly thin and very desirable youth. I love the sweep
of your hair as it hits your shoulders and lies across your graceful
neck. Those big brown eyes are...well I just wanted to kiss you the moment
we met. You're an incredibly beautiful boy, Chris, and this could be the
most wonderful experience of my life. But just because I admire you
physically doesn't mean I want to fuck with your mind. Until you're sure
that sharing my bed would only bring you joy and happiness we can't take
this to the next level, it wouldn't be fair to either of us."

	Chris was staring at me intently, I had taken our relationship to a
totally different dimension. I guess he had expected me to lay him back on
this bed and seduce him, something my body craved beyond belief at this
very moment. But the child was fragile and when he finally committed I
wanted every ounce of his body and soul to be mine.

      " Damn, you say things that make my head spin, " he said.

	"Then kiss me and see if that helps you decide."

	I put my arms around his waist and pulled him close until our lips
met. His soft lips and mine melted together and I knew that there was no
turning back for this boy, I would be lucky if he didn't faint.

	Oh God, he was a divine kisser. I could feel his passion, as if the
event were something he had been planing for ages and yet felt incapable of
staging. At that moment he poured all his aspirations into our kiss and I
was the one who felt faint. We had to come up for air and the collective
gasp echoed off the walls around us.

	"Have you discovered anything?" I asked.

	"Take me home, " he said, " I want to be with you."

	He left his mother a note explaining about the dog and the fact
that he was spending the night over at a friend's house. He might be so
very young between the ears but I admired his consideration for others. It
was hard to contain both my erection and the excitement I felt about
spending a night with this ravishing beauty. My goodness, wouldn't Jerry be
surprised? The drive seemed to take forever and Chris sat silently the
whole way until I began to worry that he was having second thoughts about
the whole deal.

	"Is everything alright?" I asked.

	"Oh yeah, I was just thinking," he said. " It's been three years
since Jerry and I did anything."

	"Are you worried?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I guess I am. But I have to trust you, Charlie."

	We pulled up in front of the townhouse, it was almost one o'clock
in the morning but I was wide-awake and a little buzzed on the kid's
pot. The light was on in Harry's bedroom so I took us in the front door
quietly. I hung our jackets in the hall closet and Chris followed me up the
stairs and into my room. I could hear a little music coming from Harry's
room but it was pretty quiet over there, maybe they were asleep?

	Chris sat on the trunk at the foot of my bed and took off his
shoes.

	"Can I take a shower first?" he asked.

	"Whatever you want, maybe I should shower too?" I said.

	"Then we'll do it together, ok?" he said, a mischievous grin on
his face.

	"Yeah, sure. Trying to get a peek at the goodies already, huh?"

	"Only to see if I should be worried," he said.

	"Yeah, me too," I said.

	We both undressed in our respective corners of the room and I
turned to find him naked and waiting for me. Oh my, what a beautiful cock
he had...but I had expected that. Standing there admiring the boy's body I
was reminded that he had only slept with his brother. I would have to be
patient.

	His body was quick to respond as I washed his back under the hot
spray. He turned to me and his mouth sought mine as our cocks dueled
against our stomachs. That lust drove us to finish showering quickly and we
retired to the bedroom slightly wet. Chris stretched out on the bed as I
gazed down at him in wonder.

	His body was still so young and reed like, his skin had such a soft
texture and to my eyes was unblemished by a single flaw. He had a tiny tuft
of fur under each arm and there wasn't another hair to be seen until my
eyes swept to the soft mat above his generous cock.

	And what a proud soldier he had standing between his legs. He was
big, and it stood up so straight and tall. The helmet of his cock flared
gracefully away from the shaft, the doctor had been kind when the boy was
circumcised, the work of a true genius. His balls lay low in their sac,
almost touching the bedspread as he lay on his back. Such a fine body, and
all mine for the taking.

	I leaned over and kissed his navel, sucking up the droplets of
water. My lips traveled up his chest and I tongued his left nipple as I
passed upwards to his chin.

	"Hmm, that feels nice," he said.

	"I want to lick you all over if I may?" I asked.

	"Oh, please," he said.

	I lay beside him and began at his earlobes, my tongue and lips
lapping at his flesh. Oh, what a beautiful neck to ravish. And I did,
licking him there and working my way down into his armpits. The faint tang
of his sweat lingered there and I lapped it up, imhaling his scent until he
giggled. He took great pleasure in the rasp of my tongue across his nipples
and down his chest, I could feel his body trembling beneath my touch.

	The head of his cock reached all the way to his navel and so I
brushed across the tip and down the shaft to his balls. Chris gasped as I
took his orbs in my mouth and fondled them with my tongue. I knew if I took
his cock in my mouth right now he would shoot his load almost immediately,
ahh the advantages of youth. His body was like a tightly stretched string
that I could now pluck and he would vibrate to my tune. I left his balls
and licked the inside of his thighs, Chris moaned at the tease.

	I was excited and knew neither of us could hold out much longer so
I tongued my way back up the shaft of his swollen cock and took the head in
my mouth. Chris hissed between his teeth as I slowly fed the top half of
his shaft down my throat. My tongue wiggled along the underside of his cock
and Chris almost bucked himself off the bed.

	"Oh...Charlie...it's real close," he moaned.

	I spread his legs and knelt between them, forcing my mouth to
accept more of the boy's length. My saliva had drooled down the shaft to
his balls and I rubbed the slimy globes as I tried to swallow him until I
could kiss his pubes. He shuddered and the muscles of his stomach rippled
in contractions that could only mean he was going over the top. I slid back
to the top of his shaft and plunged back down, my mouth a solid vacuum
around his cock. I decided to take him there and sucked harder and faster,
moving up and down on him and feeling the flare of his cock head slamming
into the back of my throat.

	"Uh...uh...ahhh, " he gasped, followed by a groan deep in his
throat.

	I felt his balls contract in my hand and knew the load was on the
way so I grasped the base of his cock and squeezed. His cum exploded down
my throat and damn near choked me from the pressure of that first
blast. Yeah, it had been a while for him, I thought. His sweet milky seed
poured into my mouth and I swallowed gratefully time and again. I rubbed my
hand up the shaft, stripping the remains of his spermy juices into my mouth
until only a drop remained on the tip.

	What a wonderful way to start our relationship. I looked up to see
a wide smile on Chris' face...I guess he liked it too. I went to take my
hand away from his cock and noticed it was still hard as a rock.

	"You only got half of it," he chuckled.

	"Uh, you mean it's ready to go again?" I asked.

	"Oh yeah, twice in a row is easy, it's the third time that takes a
while," he said. " But I want some of you too, don't forget."

	Oh, I would never forget what he did for me. There's a lot to be
said about boys like Chris that repress their feelings for so long. I had
no idea what he and Jerry had done that handfull of years before, but it
must have been amazing sex for them both. I was panting like hell when he
finally brought me off deep in his throat.

	"Hmm, yeah...I really like the taste of cum," Chris said. He smiled
and pressed his lips to mine, sharing the flavor.

	"I was impolite not to ask, Chris...is there anything you don't
like to do?"

	"Oh, you mean fucking? Like I said, it's been a while...but I'm
game if you want my ass."

	"And what do you want? I know Jerry got what he liked, what would
you like?" I asked.

	Chris paused, his eyes gazing down into mine. "You'd let me?"

	I smiled. "Yes...I'd welcome it."

	It was his turn to smile. "Um, well I never did it before..."

	"And you should," I said. So Jerry had been selfish, about what I
figured. "Chris...I want you to have the same pleasure I get from you. If
this thing we've started is going to work then I always want us to share
everything."

	"I'd like that," Chris said. I could see tears forming in his
eyes. " You've been so good to me."

	He needed affection and I pulled him down in a hug, wrapping my
arms around his back. I couldn't ask about the love which seemed to be
missing in his life. I knew of the mother, no father had been
mentioned. Jerry seemed like a responsible guy and had probably done all
right by this boy, but even so, Chris lacked affection.

	He clung to me, his thin body stretched out on mine. I stroked his
thick hair and rubbed his back. I needed to care about him, to be that
source of affection...it would serve us both. And as the minutes passed
Chris made no move to pull away, he just lay there and soaked up the
attention.

	I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear. " What are you thinking
about?"

	I felt his fingers caress my neck. "You...no, us." He replied.

	"And what would you like us to become?" I ventured.

	"I want to be your boyfriend," Chris said. From the tone of his
voice I knew he was smiling.

	"Are you sure? Because if you are...I would like that very much," I
replied.

	Chris raised his head and smiled at me. It was then I felt the
hardness return to his cock as he pressed it into my stomach. He laughed
when he became aware of the pressure building between us.

	"Hmm, well you know what boyfriends do...?" Chris said, and then he
showed me.

				  *  *  *

	We were in love by Christmas. He moved in with me on New Year's
Day, and that was fourteen years ago...he's still here. Harry decided to
make his own move shortly thereafter, taking Chris' old room with Jerry and
the mother. I sure hope the woman has fire insurance.