Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 14:50:39 -0600
From: getback jojo <getback_jojo@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Brother to Ben 2

A BROTHER TO BEN by getback_jojo@hotmail.com

I looked over at Ben who was still passed out. I couldn't
help but stare at his cute and innocent face. He looked so
peaceful. I tucked a blanket around him and leaned over to
run my hand through his wavy brown hair. He smiled as I let
my hand trail past his cheek, but I'm pretty sure it was
just a reflex. I wanted to kiss him, just a soft, short
peck on the cheeks, but knew that it was crossing a line I
shouldn't cross. At least not yet. (from part I)

PART II

It was six weeks before I laid eyes on Ben again. I was
working out in the basement of the frat house when he and
Casey arrived for the weekend. Ben looked as good as ever.
They were in town for a soccer tournament and came straight
from the game. I was sweaty as hell with my shirt off. I
noticed Ben staring at my abs. I have okay pecs, but my abs
are pretty defined. He smiled as I caught him staring and I
smiled back at him.

Ben was wearing nylon adidas shorts with knee high socks
pulled down around his ankles. There was a little bit of
mud on his shirt and his hair was wet from the soccer game.
He was a pretty fucking awesome sight standing there, all
145 prep boy pounds of him. I began to wonder if I could
control myself for the entire weekend.

"So who won?" I asked.

"Won what?" my brother replied.

"The game, jackass."

"We did," Ben spoke. "Three to two."

"Cool." I finished my reps as they stood there. There was
an awkward moment of silence. I couldn't take my eyes off
of Ben and it was making it difficult to concentrate.

"So where are all the bitches," Casey broke the silence.
Everybody laughed.

"Dude, chill your hormones. They'll be more babes than you
can handle tonight," I replied.

"So where do you want us to put our stuff?" Ben asked
casually. I realized they were both holding gigantic soccer
bags filled with their weekend gear. I was already looking
forward to peaking through Ben's bag to see what kind of
sexy clothes he wore.

"Come on, I'll give you the full tour," I answered.

I showed them quickly around the house and introduced them
to a couple of my frat brothers. I pointed out the foosball
and pool tables and then showed them to my room.

It was clear that Ben and Casey would both need a shower
after their soccer tournament and I was still sweaty from
my workout. I pointed them to the bathroom down the hall
and began to undress myself. I was especially hoping that
Ben would take notice of my body, but he was too busy
asking questions about the fraternity. Not a bad place for
a cute boy like Ben. He would fit in nicely.

I had grown up swimming competitively and became accustomed
to keeping my body smooth at least half the year. I shaved
everything but underarm hair and a small patch of pubes. It
was this smooth body that accentuated my abs and slight
muscle definition. Unfortunately, I would not get the
chance to see Ben's reaction yet. I grabbed my towel and
flip flops and hit the shower. I could hear Ben and Casey
playing foosball downstairs.

The water felt great after my workout. I turned up the heat
and let myself relax in the developing steam. I closed my
eyes and imagined Ben standing next to me. We were both
nude, equally attractive, two athletic male bodies, though
myself a little more developed. We would make a good couple
I thought, this despite the age gap. I imagined kissing
Ben's lips for the first time. I imagined where that might
lead, what he might let me do, and whether I could go
through with it. But for now it was a fantasy. I opened my
eyes and finished washing up. No time to jerk off now. I
grabbed my towel and shampoo and returned to my room.

I waited there without changing, knowing it was Ben's turn
to shower. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of his more
private side, but the teen's modesty prevented me from
seeing him in anything less than a pair of boxers. It was
still enough to get me hard. Ben's chest and stomach were
covered with just the slightest bit of light brown hair and
his pecs were in perfect proportion to his other developing
muscles. It was the ideal teen male body. I doubted Ben
even worked out to get this look. He just stayed active.

Ben left the room and I was still feeling horny. I noticed
Ben's sweaty soccer shorts on the floor and decided to peak
through his sport bag to see what else he had in store.
Inside, I found a couple of Abercrombie shirts, a pair of
silk boxers, another pair of nylon soccer shorts, and the
grand prize, Ben's jock strap. I don't know why, but I had
the sudden urge to try this last item on. I picked up the
jock strap and held it to my nose to take in the scent. It
was like I was sniffing Ben's pubes. The odor was delicious
and overwhelming. I became hard immediately.

I stepped into the leg holes and slid it up my smooth legs.
My cock stood at attention as I looked in the mirror. The
jock strap fit tightly, as it was clear that Ben was an
inch or two skinnier than me. I liked the way the dirty
garment felt around my nuts and ass. I pinched my nipples
and stood in front of the mirror, trying to imagine Ben
kneeling behind me. In my mind, he licked my ass and
loosened my glory hole up with his finger. I began to touch
my throbbing dick and slid the jock strap halfway down my
legs, lost in the moment. I was just about to jerk off when
I heard Ben's voice down the hall. Stupid me. What was I
thinking?

There was no time to act. I quickly stepped out of the
undergarment and threw on my boxer briefs. The door opened
up. Ben entered and I sat under my sheets in order to hide
my bulging crotch. Ben walked over to his sport bag and
took out a clean pair of shorts. He looked down and noticed
his soccer shorts and jock strap were halfway across the
room from where he had clearly left them. I tried to make
small talk like I didn't notice anything was different. Ben
looked at me but didn't say a thing.

"Get any hot water?" I asked.

"Yeah. Well, tell the very end."

"You're one of the lucky ones," I joked.

Ben took off his towel and for the first time I saw him
completely in the nude. It was awesome. He turned away from
me to step into his clean pair of boxers and I reached my
hand under the sheets to readjust myself. It was clear he
was shy, but there was nothing to be shy about. His butt
was perfect. His legs were lean but muscular. All sorts of
wicked thoughts flashed through my mind as he bent over to
fish through his bag for a clean pair of underwear. It was
only sixty seconds, maybe less, but no minute has ever felt
better in my entire life.

"How many guys live here?" Ben asked as he turned around.
He threw on his shorts followed by a white t-shirt. I tried
to be casual. He really seemed interested in the frat.

"Like thirty or something," I answered. "Twenty-one rooms.
Some are larger so people double up."

I took a deep breath and told myself to relax. I think Ben
could see I was hiding something under the sheets, though
it didn't quite cross his mind exactly what. We exchanged
more small talk and eventually, my excited penis calmed
down. I got up from under the sheets and went about my
normal business. As I stood up, I realized Ben's jock strap
was right under me so I picked it up. Then, like nothing
had happened, I wadded it up and threw it to him.

"Yours?"

"Yeah, I guess," Ben confessed shyly. "Coach makes us wear
them for games."

"It's cool. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I used to wear
one myself."

"You did?"

"Yep. Shit, not only that, I had to wear a speedo all those
years on the swim team."

"Wienie Bikini," Ben laughed. "That's something I'm glad I
don't have to worry about. I always laugh at Casey when he
has to go to swim practice. He says it sucks and you have
to be really careful to not get hard." I caught him eyeing
my body as I pulled on a pair of cargo pants.

"You still shave your body?" He asked.

"Sometimes. You just get used to the way it feels. Plus, it
shows off my abs. I work pretty hard on them."

"They're nice," Ben answered.

"Thanks," I replied. He smiled and I smiled back. "You're
not bad yourself." Now he was turning red. About that time,
my brother entered the room. I decided to throw on my shirt
and give the two boys some space for a while. Besides, Ben
had just arrived and already I needed to cool off.

"Why are you so red?" Casey asked Ben.

"I don't know. Too much hot water?."

"Dude, all I had was eskimo ice water from the arctic
circle." My little brother could be quite the smart ass.

"You probably needed a cold shower anyway, Case," I joked.
Ben laughed and I left the room before Casey could respond.

"That's right, run away like a queer," I heard as I shut
the door. It made me wonder how much Ben knew about me.
With high school kids, it's really hard to tell because
they're always calling each other gay and faggot anyway.

I went downstairs to the TV room and tried to get a grip on
things. Basketball was on the tube, but all I could
envision was Ben and his hot, naked body. The party was
still several hours away and already I could feel myself
slipping in front of this hot, teenage soccer stud. Who
knew where things would lead once alcohol was involved?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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