Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 10:40:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach-In-Retrospect-01 (Revised)

Swimmer-Coach In Retrospect - One
By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com) 
Edited by Chipster (Chipster071053@yahoo.com)

This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens and male
adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if possession of such material
or readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or
more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you
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SWIMMER-COACH IN RETROSPECT - ONE

	From time to time, as readers find my stories and read through
them, they come up with a lot of questions that they would like an answer
for...and I try to answer them all. In this first retrospect, looking back
at past events, I've expanded on some topics. Well they are really short
stories that come out of the main story about the swim team at high
school. Hope you enjoy them; they sure brought back lots of memories for
me.

COACH JODY

	When Coach Jody first came to coach the high school swim team, he
was just 26 years old, not much older that we students. He came straight
out of Ohio State with his education-teaching certificate and he wanted to
teach swimming. He had trained under the famous swimming coach
Dr. Lee. Jody's physique just blew us guys away. He was about six foot
tall, weighing around 200 solid pounds of beautifully formed flesh. He was
what all us young studs dreamed about becoming. He was the poster boy we
all had pinned up on our bedroom wall or in our garage gym.

	I was really impressed by his huge thigh and calf muscles. They
were the items that when he snapped them together in the water, shot him
the full length of our Olympic-sized pool. His arms were eighteen inches
around relaxed. I know because I taped him for an article in the school
newspaper. When he flexed them, the bicep balled up round! His triceps
added to the width of his arms and were like two daggers pointing at his
elbow. His chest was large, serrated ribs, two flat slab pectorals, the
envied six square abdominals and an 'innie' belly button. From his rounded
shoulders, his lats tapered to his small waistline giving him that V
look. Yeah, he was built and impressed us all that first day. He also was
relatively hairless, none on his chest, abs, arms or legs. His dark blond
hair was worn in a crew cut, short.

	We all assembled in the locker room on that first day. Our gym
coach told all us swimmers to run through the shower and then wrap a towel
around our waist and go out into the lobby of the Natatorium (Pool) and
wait for the new swim coach to open the door. He went on to tell us that
the school had not been able to obtain tank trunks, so we'd be skinny
dipping for the first couple of weeks. He went on about the filter system
and how lucky we were to be the first guys to use the pool. He slapped ass
as we walked past him and into the shower unit.

	This shower unit was something new. It was an angled affair and
totally automated by what the coach set on the master controls. You'd enter
and get hit from several angles by tepid water, then walk into warmer spray
and as you neared the end of the room you got hit with cold water...to
close the pores! Shit, we were not prepared for it and there was a lot of
shouting and quick exits from the shower. Coach Carter was laughing his ass
off at our shock and goose pimpled bodies. He handed out the towels and we
proceeded to exit the locker room and stand in lines outside the pool area.

	The large windows along the lobby wall were covered by Venetian
blinds all pulled closed so that you couldn't see into the actual pool
area. We all breathed easier seeing that feature. A lot of us were thinking
that the girls' locker area was also available to this lobby and they would
have seen us naked in the pool area. Kind of oxy-moron now that I think
back on it. Hell, we all wanted to make it with the girls, so why were we
anxious about being seen nude swimming and cavorting around the pool.  Lot
of horny jokes were going around as we waited for the new swim coach to
open the doors. I looked around at my fellow buds and we all looked like
drown rats, all wet and dripping.

	I heard the pool door rattle, then open. Silence fell over the
lobby. There in front of us, holding the door open was this older guy,
college age, stark naked holding a clip board. I remember he had a silver
whistle hanging on a leather cord around his thick neck. "Okay, guys, this
is it, file in and sit down against the wall around the pool." He flashed
us this big smile as we went pass. "Oh, and drop the towels when you sit
down."

	My feet felt the warm floor. Wow, the floor was heated, not cold
like the lobby floor. The place smelled of chlorine, and musty, heavy with
moisture. The tile was smooth underfoot. The guys started sitting down
along the wall. I folded my towel and used it as a pad to sit on. We all
had our feet pulled up and our arms hugging our knees as we waited for this
guy to tell us what came next. I looked around and smirked as I noticed all
the guys limp cocks and hanging nut sacs were exposed to full view. I
wasn't the only one to notice, as legs began to slide forward and hands
lightly cover crotch area, sort of casual, like no big thing.

	"Okay, gentlemen, today we are going to check out your swimming
abilities. Now I don't want you to be shy about your ability to swim...I
don't want to drown anyone on my first day as swim coach. Now how many of
you don't know how to swim? Raise your hands up high. Okay, you guys get up
and go over to that corner of the pool, that's the shallow end.

	"Next, how many of you guys remaining know how to be a lifeguard,
or have had some experience swimming at summer camp or at the YMCA?"  A
couple of guys raised their arms and stood up. "Are you Red Cross
certified?" They were, we all knew that! Rocky and Chris were guards at the
city pool in the summer. I had always admired Rocky's sleek swimmers body
and the way he filled out his red boxer Speedos. Chris was just as tall and
lanky, but not the friendly type, always dead serious.

	"Great! If you two will assist me, we'll run the group through one
length of the pool and see what skill they have. Take up those long safety
poles and just walk along with them as they swim and pull them out if they
need help. Okay, the rest of you guys line up at the deep end, it's about 7
foot deep. I'll start you one at a time. Just jump in at my signal and
start swimming for the shallow end. Use the American crawl stroke to the
shallow end of the pool, get out and sit down on the deck. Any questions?"

	Of course some of the dorks had stupid questions, and Jody
patiently answered them. Jody asked our name, then one by one we'd jump
feet first in the pool, surface and then start stroking for the shallow
end. Rocky and Chris kept the safety poles just a little ahead of us just
in case we need to grab onto something. Jody made notes on his
clipboard. Finally, we had all completed the test and were sprawled around
the deck area quietly talking and joking with each other.

	At the blown whistle, we all grew silent and turned to look at
Coach. What a fucking stud, he stood there with legs spread shoulder width,
looking at his clip board, then placing it on one hip, holding it there
with his wrist. If swimming could develop that kind of build on me, well, I
was all for it.

	"Okay, the only two guys I haven't seen swim are Chris and
Rocky. So gentlemen, into the pool and give me/us a demonstration of your
swimming skills. I want to see the breaststroke, the sidestroke, the
backstroke, and the crawl. Okay the rest of you line the pool so you can
see what they do." He turned to Rocky and Chris and asked if they were
ready. They were and both hopped into the pool with barely a splash. "One
length in each stroke, gentlemen, if you please!" He blew on the whistle
and the two guards set off doing the breaststroke. As they swam along, Jody
pointed out the features of each stroke, how they did it.

	Chris and Rocky hoisted themselves out of the water and sat side by
side at the deep end of the pool and quietly smiled and laughed together,
like they had just finished some type of competition and were waiting to be
scored.

	"Okay, listen up! The rest of you will tread water for me and do a
back float and since you all have some ability, we'll do it five at a
time. So five of us naked bucks would line up along the pool edge, cup our
genitals and jump feet first into the pool, and there tread water for five
minutes, then get out and watch the next group repeat the process.

	By the end of the period, pretty much all of us had demonstrated
some swimming skills and had been sorted into groups. Chris was assigned to
teach the non-swimmers the basics and to get them swimming. Rocky, Mister
Personality, would act as lifeguard and junior coach to the rest of us. I
think Rocky worshipped Coach Jody with the same passion that I worshipped
Rocky. Over the weeks, the two became inseparable. When Coach gave an
order, Rocky busted ass to do it. They spent a lot of time in the Coach's
office off the pool area. We asked Rocky about it, but he told us it wasn't
none of our business and besides we would find out later.

	I noticed that a lot of the better swimmers were meeting with Jody
and Rocky. They would do warm up swims, then Rocky would take them down to
the track that went around the base of the pool under the deck. Some weeks
later, Coach announced that he had selected the 'Elite Swim Squad' and that
Rocky had been elected team captain. This elite group met after school for
additional swim trials and workouts. Well, that set a goal for me and I
started to work harder to hone my swimming skills.

	After a few weeks, swimmers from each class were formed into swim
teams.  We were allowed to join the elite team during after school swim
practice. At first it was volunteer to show up, and then as we began
competing with other schools, it was mandatory that we appear and
participate in the practices.  It was a lot of work, but fun also. The guys
became used to swimming naked and being on the deck naked. The friendly
camaraderie and jostling each other's bodies soon made it normal for
someone to caress your ass cheek or put a hand on your shoulder and lean
his naked body against yours. The warm skin against skin felt good. Some of
the guys would even handle their buddies' lipid cocks and grab a handful of
balls just joking around and jesting. Boners became common and even Jody
got a hardon one afternoon watching us horse around.

	Rocky was first to notice, and called our attention to it with the
warning to watch ourselves as Coach had a hardon. Jody jested back at Rocky
and told him he'd be the first to feel a man's cock up his ass. This met
with a lot of laughter and whoops. I was mesmerized with the thickness and
length of Jody's cock. He was huge and as an artist I appreciated how
beautifully formed it was. I was jolted out of my staring by Rocky who had
come up behind me and asked in a soft warm whisper, "You'd like to get some
of that now, wouldn't you?"

	"I wouldn't know how to handle it, he's really hung handsomely!"
and I tried to disguise my lusting desire to handle it, feel the texture of
the skin, and feel the pulse of the blood through the veins on it. Rocky
walked away snickering and slapped the ass cheeks of several guys who were
also staring at Coach's erection.

	"Okay, okay, settle down. Getting an erection is no biggy. You have
all had them one time or another around here." His left hand went down and
stroked his cock a few times and he cupped his ball sac and pulled it free
from those immense thighs. It was enough to relax him and it soon
subsided. I knew that Coach could have worn a tank suit, but he continued
to tell us that if we didn't have suits, he wouldn't wear one either. I
sure liked that, as he had some very nice firm buttocks that I jerked off
to at night thinking about.

	My story Swimmer-Coach picks up at this point and you can read that
on Nifty under the high school category, last posting was March 30th 2003.

ROCKY

	I first became aware of Rocky while swimming at the city pool. He
was 15 years old at that time. He was just developing into the hunk that I
worshipped and wanted to be like physically. He had reached his five foot
eleven inch height and was developing his muscular form. You could see the
hint of fine abdominals and growing biceps under the last vestiges of his
baby fat. He wore his red Speedo suit with the lifeguard emblem on his hip
with an air of authority. He loved bossing all the swimmers around in the
pool area, telling them what they could or could not do. I laid on the hot
concrete for hours, just sunning myself and watching him climb up and down
the guard towers.

	He had short stocky, but muscular legs, covered with light blond
fuzz, big thigh muscles which drew your attention to the bulge at his
crotch hidden under the red nylon material of his suit. His face was
handsome, square shaped topped with curly blond locks of silk. His inset
eyes were sometimes emerald green and flashing, sometimes deep blue-green
as he concentrated. His eyebrows so blond they appeared white. His pug nose
was sprinkled with freckles, which went on over both dimpled cheeks. He
could call the girls to him with just that slight nod of that handsome
head. They would flock over to where he held court and giggled and twisted
in delight. I wondered who would enjoy those full lush red lips of his, or
feel his soft pink tongue explore their mouths. Though he seemed to like
the girls fawning over him, he never expressed much interest in any one of
them.

	I was in my gawky all long bones and very little muscle stage. I
was therefore not much to attract Rocky's attention or be included in his
crowd of admirers. I caught brief glimpses of him as we passed in the
school corridors when classes changed. One time in gym class, his group was
included with ours. Coach Carter decided to have a game of Dodge Ball. It
was in that game that Rocky singled me out as his prime target. He pounded
the ball at my slight built figure and laughed as I winced in pain. But I
took it all and dreamed about him at night. He was my hero, my ideal, the
guy I wanted to be like and whom I wanted to be with in his crowd.

	As we dressed, or rather undressed for the showers, Rocky came over
to where I was slipping off my jock. He was standing there in his all
together. Unthinkable, my hero was at my side and not wearing a stitch of
clothing to cover up his wonderful strong body. He extended his hand to me
and apologized for "pounding the shit out of you with the ball" and he
complimented me on the tough spirit I had shown in the game, not giving up
and retiring to the sidelines. He respected that attitude in a guy. He
invited me to go into the showers with him. I grabbed my towel and trotted
after him.

	Unknown to me, his crowd had taken over the shower room and was
awaiting the arrival of their leader, Rocky.  He sauntered in, more
swaggered in, greeting the crowd with a cheery, "Hi guys, how's it going?"
He pushed one of his cronies out of a warm shower and reached out and
pulled me under with him.

	Casually, as if he did this every day, he worked up a soapy lather
in his hands and started covering his chest and arms with the lather. He
raised one arm to expose his pits, which were covered with fine blond
hair. He soaped them easily. He kept up a steady conversation with me and
the others in the shower. He addressed each one by name and asked some
question only they had the answer for. Suddenly he turned to me and told me
to scrub his back and ass for him. He chuckled at my shocked look. "Well,
you'll do it for me won't you?" Not waiting for an answer he turned his
back to me and started talking with the boy next to us.

	He turned his head slightly to ask me if I had a problem. "No, no,
its just that I've never scrubbed a guy's back before."  I applied the
thick lather I had worked up in my hands and applied it at his
shoulders. It was glorious; I had my palms spread on my hero's muscular
back and was washing him. He guided me on what to do, raising or lowering
his shoulders or lifting an arm so I could come around and down his sides
with my soapy hands. I suddenly realized I was throwing a boner. Shit, this
just couldn't be happening. Here I was in the middle of all these guys and
my cock had to start getting hard.  I pretended it wasn't happening and
continued washing down around his hips. He told me to wash between his ass
cheeks as he had farted quite a bit today. The guys laughed with him, my
face I knew turned beet red. I sputtered, he then turned and his stiff cock
swiped past mine, and he turned me around, saying, "Here, I'll show you how
to do it!"

	His soapy hand entered my ass crack and I felt a hard digit pass
over my pucker, and down between my legs. He was standing slightly beside
me, one palm pressed inward on my stomach, the other hand exploring my ass
crevasse. He kept commenting on how a guy could help another guy feel real
good doing this. The other guys all agreeing and adding their comments. I
looked around and almost every guy there was sporting a hard erection. They
were all massaging soap suds into their pubic hair and moving from leg to
leg and avidly watching what Rocky was doing to me. A couple of real studs
near me started stroking their soapy dicks and ball sac. I was breathing
really hard, this just wasn't happening.

	Rocky was telling the guys how fearless I was and how I took my
punishment with the dodge ball like a real man, and I didn't just quit when
things got tough, all the while his palm was stroking up and down between
my ass cheek. I just knew I was going to loose it and make an ass out of
myself. Rocky's hand slipped from my stomach and gripped around my hard
on. He was stroking me slowly, gently, while his voice hypnotized me. At
the moment of no return, Coach Carter's voice rang out and the cold water
started hitting us, "Get your lazy asses out of the shower, its time for
your next class!"

	As we moved outward, Rocky whispered that we could finish this
later. He was interested in the size of my cock, that I was really hung and
that he liked to see. Maybe we could get together over a coke or
something. I stuttered that I'd like that; it would be nice to be with
him. He commented, "You betcha!" and went to his locker, toweled dry, and
dressed. Without looking at me again, he left for his next class. We never
did meet to finish "it".

	He'd see me in the halls on the way to class, give me a big smile
and nod his head like we both knew what that was about. Occasionally he'd
deliberately bump into me and utter, "Hey, Studly, how you doing?" then
flounce off and down the hall, never waiting for an answer. That summer we
were both sixteen. I'd started to fill in and he was defining his
muscularity. I took up my towel on the hot concrete and would watch his
every move, burning it into memory so I could swagger with his
confidence. He'd catch me watching, would give me a big grin, and say, "One
day, stud, you and me!" and he'd turn his attention elsewhere.

	He'd call the girls over to his guard tower with a crook of his
finger, they'd all flock and fawn at the foot of the tower, one or two
would leave, then come back bring him a cold soda and a hot dog
sandwich. He ruled the pool area with confidence. He never bothered me or
came over to spend any time with me. He'd just look and mouth silently the
words, "You and me," and make his fingers move from his body to mine. I was
real hot for this guy, but knew he was out of my league.

	What I hadn't realized was that I was developing some good looks of
my own. My dark brown hair covered my square shaped head, perched on a long
thin neck, with broad shoulders with promise of things to come. Of course,
I wasn't as developed as Rocky or his crowd, but I did gather some looks
from the girls and they all took notice of my bulging crotch area and long
lean muscular legs.

	I was working out my frustrations by drawing comic strips of guys
doing what I dreamed that one day I would be doing with Rocky and the guys
in his crowd. I became quite good, drawing very realistic and amassed quite
a large quantity of drawings. I would sit at my desk after finishing my
homework and work up scenarios for my studly characters that plundered each
other with fingers and cocks. Then I'd roll the strips up and put then in
my storage chest, hidden from view. I'd go into the bathroom and jerk off
to my fantasies and think of Rocky plundering my backside with his rampant
cock.

	So Rocky was very much a part of my life, before the Elite Swim
Team inducted me into its community. He was my hero, and I would do
anything to be with him, anything he asked me to do, I would willingly done
for him. Little did I realize that the trip out west to New Mexico would
set the scene for a rather active and satisfying sex life and that Rocky
would play a key role in my life.

BROTHER ROY

	In chapter four of Swimmer-Coach I mentioned my little brother
Roy. He was twelve, five years younger than I was. Perhaps I should
describe his physical features before I explore with you his mental
processes.

	Like me, he was tall and lanky. Where I had brunette wavy hair and
dark eyelashes and brown eyes, Roy was the opposite. He had what mother
called flaxen fine blond hair, straight as could be. Dad would curse
profusely when he gave Roy a hair cut. He had the square shaped head, blond
eyelashes and brows. He was blessed with clear hazel eyes that belied his
innate deviltry and warned you that mischief was afoot. His lips were
fuller than mine; you might say a bit lush. He was double jointed and loved
displaying his skill at putting his head between his knees. (I later found
out he could suck his own pecker that way.) And he loved walking on his
hands, doing pushups by the hundreds with his feet in the air. Yeah, he was
the athlete.

	Where I hit the books and did artwork, drawing and painting, Roy
was the extreme opposite. Roy would grab his baseball mitt and out the door
to organize all the neighborhood guys into a pick up ball game. I loved to
listen to classical music, Roy like Rock 'n Roll, the louder the better. We
did think alike when it came to camping and hiking. We loved heading for
the nearby fields and woods to play by the hour building dams in the creek
and drainage coverts.

	One of our favorite activities was to go up the escarpment to an
abandoned sand quarry. There were several wonderful deep pools that we
loved to strip down naked and just jump into the cool water on a hot summer
day, then climb out and sun our selves on the warm sand. This quarry was
surrounded by thick woods and tall trees covered with wild Concord grape
vines. We'd climb and swing and spend the entire day running naked through
the woods. Our playmates would sometimes join us and of course, being horny
young men, someone would throw a boner and we'd conduct a circle jerk with
lots of dares tossed back and forth. I learned of my brother's sexual
activity the first time we both went to the quarry together. Up to that
time, both of us were very closeted about our sexual needs and wants. Chalk
it up to wasted time. We could have been helping one another out a couple
of years earlier. Still, I thought that he and his friends were just
jerking off in front of each other. Hell, some of them couldn't produce any
semen no matter hard they tried...they just weren't that mature yet.

	Usually, I was the oldest in the group. They admired my long thick
pendulum and were fascinated with the pubic hair that was still sparsely
appearing over my cock. I got razzed a bit by them, but threw it off as
youthful exuberance. Little did I know then what really went on in that age
group. It never went beyond the occasional circle jerking with this group
of Roy's buddies. I learned a hell of lot about what they did when together
from Roy much later in life.

	Whenever I returned from a tryst with Rocky or Carl, Roy would
climb onto my bed and grill me on what had gone on. At first I just told
him we had been discussing tactics and practicing swimming skills. He
accepted that and would climb down to his lower bunk and fall asleep. Then,
there was the afternoon it all changed. I was changing clothes and was
still horny thinking about Rocky, Carl, and Andy and what we had been
doing. Yep, I soon had something that needed to be stroked and relieve a
whole lot of tension.

	I was sitting on the edge of my bed, naked with my feet straight
out in front of me and spread as wide as possible. I had been stroking away
for a couple of minutes and was just getting to that point when it is so
fucking wonderful to feel all though your body when, BAM, the bedroom door
burst open and Roy was asking, "What are you doing big brother?"

	"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, shit head!" and I keep
stroking myself over the top, shuddered and spurted some big globs over my
tense abdominals and chest. I released the death grip on my throbbing boner
and was gulping air to refill my lungs. I looked at Roy as he dropped his
shorts and came to kneel between my legs.

	"Hey, bro! One big fucking mess. You need a cleanup!" I held my
breath as my once innocent younger brother proceeded to lick and suck my
limp dick free of cum, then lap up the globs of protein from my abs and
chest. He ended it by being stretched full length over my body and his cum
covered lips pressing mine. I knew my eyes were as big as those proverbial
saucers and my mind raced through the ramifications of what was now
happening. I did what any sex crazy guy would do, I returned the kiss with
passion and our tongues were soon tangling together and he started sucking
my tongue into his mouth, and I sucked back. His arms were under my pits,
gripping the edge of the bed and I felt his hard cock rubbing the inside of
my thigh and up under my ball sac. His hips started flexing in his search
for my boy twat. I broke the kiss quickly in panic.

	"What the fuck are you attempting to do?" He was grinning and his
hazel eyes were flashing.

	"Attempting to fuck your ass, what do you think I am doing?" He
dropped to his knees and hunkered back on his haunches. His hands on his
knees, a quizzical look on his face. His long slender throbbing cock
sticking straight upward between his muscular thighs.

	"Jeeze Roy, you're my younger brother. What the hell are you
thinking? Brothers aren't supposed to fuck around and have sex
together. It's just not done! I appreciate you cleaning the cum off me,
but, but,..." I was speechless at this point.

	"Oh, so its okay for you to slip into my bed when you were horny,
fuck my ass and pull on my pecker while I was sleeping, but now brothers
don't do it together. Bull shit Bro, you and me are going to get it on or
the folks will hear me screaming Rape all the way down the stairs." He
unfolded and stood up, his thick hard pink swollen cock was right in front
of my face, he leaned forward, and I opened my mouth and took him into my
wet orifice. I applied all the skills I had learned from Rocky and the boys
and he was soon groaning and flexing his hips. He came in my mouth, not a
lot, but enough to know he was capable of producing cum.

	"Un, fucking, believable! That was so good! I'll bet Rocky has been
teaching you how to do that; all this time you were stringing me
along. Incidentally baby, I found those comic strips you been drawing. Hot
man, guaranteed to cause a hardon. Lar, you got real talent there." He was
grinning ear to ear, until he realized he had spilt the beans that he had
been going through my belonging. Stuff that I had kept hidden and tucked
away in my locker chest.

	"You little bastard! You been going through my personal stuff? Roy,
how could you? I trusted you! I've never gone through your things. How did
you get past the lock?" I was now sitting up and furious, ready to go after
him and beat the shit out of him.

	He knew he was in for some trouble. He knew I was capable of
retaliating in spades for anything he did to me. He had learned that he
couldn't taunt me that time I plunged a pair of barber's scissors into his
knee.

	I had been organizing a school project on the bedroom floor. He
came in and started messing it up with his feet, rearranging things. I
warned him if he didn't stop I'd pierce him with the scissors. He didn't
believe me and advanced the taunts to the level I wouldn't tolerate. I
jabbed him deep, just above his knee, with the pointed scissors. He was
stunned and raced down the stairs to tell my folks what I had done.

	Oh, shit, I thought. I am really in beg do-do now. My dad would
beat me to a pulp, or at least tan my ass really good. Then I heard the
laughter from downstairs. I went and stood at the top of the stairs and
listened.

	"No shit, your sissy brother stabbed you with the scissors?" My
dad's voice.

	"Yeah, he was working on a school project and I was helping him
rearrange some of the elements, He got teed off and warned me. But, dad,
you know I couldn't pass that up and upped the ante another notch. Then he
turned beet red and stabbed me. I was so shocked I couldn't believe it."

	"Wow! Larry has some gumption after all. You really pissed him off?
I didn't think he had the guts to fight back. Hey, Dora, maybe there is
hope after all!" followed by chuckling and flicking noise of a newspaper
being opened.

	"You get your butt out of here. First you put something on that
puncture wound. There is stuff in the kitchen cabinet. Do it, then go play
with your buddies and leave Larry alone." My mother's voice.

	"Yeah, yeah, okay Mom. I can't wait to tell the guys. They won't
believe me so I'm going to have to show them the wound. Man, this is
great!" I heard the screen door slam shut and everything got quiet
again. The incident was never mentioned again. It was like it never
happened. Roy did treat me with a little better respect after that. I did
realize at the time that the conversation proved my father did favor my
younger brother over me. Oh, well, times will change. Now back to the
story.

	"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I went through your stuff. I got to tell you
though, that lock is a piece of shit, I just used a paper clip and it
opened right up. I just wanted to know what you had been drawing on those
strips you rolled up and hid in the locker. Man those fuck scenes you drew
are really hot, I throw a boner every time I read them.  Where did you get
the idea for those? I showed a couple of my buddies and it turned them on
too, and we tried that stuff amongst ourselves, hot! And it feels so
fucking good." He sat down next to me and put his arm around me.

	Two naked brothers sitting side by side. His hand was rubbing my
back up and down. His hazel eyes were searching my face as his lips nuzzled
my bare shoulder. He licked his way to my ear and his lips pulled on my
earlobe. It was just like when Rocky started on me, my cock took the
instructions and started filling up. My brother's hand was soon at my
crotch and he had me sprawled on my back on the bed, him lying next to me

	I was once again hard. I felt warm and my breathing was quick and
shallow. I was being turned on. My mind reviewed the things I had done with
Rocky. I got harder and Roy was gripping my hard on and stroking it like
the expert he was. He spat some saliva onto my cock and spread it on. All
the time looking at me, watching me close my eyes in bliss.

	I heard him whisper into my ear, "I want your hard cock up my
willing ass, brother. You just lay there and I'll show you some new move
for your comic strips." I lay there without moving. He was all over me. He
was licking and nipping my nipples, biting the base of my cock, pulling
with his lips my long black pubic hairs, then I felt his warm lips suck on
my hard pecker. My groan of ecstasy burst from my mouth.

	"Yeah, big brother, I know how to please a man like you. Enjoying
what I can give to you, making you get off on it," and he swallowed my
throbbing cock till it slid beyond his tonsils. I thrust my hips upward as
pleasure tingles swept through my body. My kid brother was an expert, as
good as any of the guys who had given me a blowjob.

	He brought me to the point where I was sure I was ready to fill his
mouth with my creamy jism. He'd release my cock from his mouth and suck and
lick my ball sac, and under them. His lips sucked my perineum, his tongue
lapped the area. Then when I'd calmed down, he swallow my penis and bring
me to the point of cumming once again. I don't recall how many times he
repeated that, but I do know that I was begging him to let me shoot my wads
down his wanton throat and into his belly.

	I didn't realize he was getting off on teasing me and bringing me
to the brink time and again. His long fingers were stroking my side,
gripping my pectorals, and his thumb and forefinger were doing a number on
my nipples. They were getting very tender and that added to the pleasure I
was feeling. I guess he decided to take mercy and he stayed on my cock
until his throat gripped me once too often and I thrust upward and spasmed
into his gullet. He came off my wilted weenie licking his lips and covering
me with his sweat covered body.

	"Roy, where did you learn to do all that?" My arms were around his
wide chest and holding him pressed tightly to me. His head was lying on my
shoulder and he was exhaling big blasts of air against my neck as he also
recovered from our lust together.

	He raised up on his arms and looked down at me. His face a massive
grin. "Oh, the guys and I have been enjoying your comic strips, some of the
guys have swiped their old man's little sex comic books and we have been
experimenting and enjoying getting each other to cum in big bursts.

	"Well, after two mind blowing sessions, I don't think I can get it
up to fuck you right now. So would you roll off me? We'd better get cleaned
up before Mom comes in to see what all the noise was." I pushed him up and
off me and sat up. He continued to lay there and played with his hard
cock. I took pity and came down on his protuberance and swallowed him
deeply. A couple of stokes and swallows of my throat muscle brought him to
his climax and he looked exhausted.

	He looked at me from his prone position on his bed. "I like the
salty taste of cum, do you?'

	"What, what did you just ask?" I was flabbergasted. This was my
innocent younger brother. I was starting to realize there was a lot about
him that I didn't know.

	That night as we got ready to go to bed, I was about to step up
into the upper bunk when he said, "Wait!" I looked down, he was holding the
blankets up and I saw his thin hard pecker. He was inviting me to lay next
to him. I let my boxers drop to the floor and climbed into bed with him. He
turned his thin backside to me and his ass cheeks pushed against my growing
hard on. I reached around and gripped his little pecker and slowly massaged
it with my fingers as my cock worked its way up his anal canal, seeking a
warm place to spend the night. He sighed, I moaned. It was the first of
many nights we spent together in bed. From then on, I never lacked for male
company. If the elite squad didn't furnish me with my needs, I knew I could
always find release with my brother.

	This continued until I was drafted. Upon returning home after my
enlistment, he was more interested in conquering girls, than getting sexual
action from me. We compared notes, but it became just casual affairs and
not very often. As adults, we do spend time in hot tubs, nude, seeking out
each other and tending to each other's needs, and reliving our youthful
engagements. Our wives, bless them, seem to understand this type of
brotherly love, as do the male siblings.

	 It is quite thrilling to have my brother's sons administer to me
as I watch my son pleasure my brother and his cousins. They are all real
embodiments of male physiques and have no qualms on assisting each other
when the sexual need arises. I quickly warmed to the action the first time
I was in my brother's hot tub and watched my nephew's strip and enter the
tub and settle down next to us. It seems that all the males of the family
are amply endowed with sturdy equipment and know how to be pleasured and to
bring pleasure to other males and I assume their women friends.

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	I hope this has cleared up the details for you readers. It may have
opened some new ones, so if it has, please feel free to email your
questions. There is one other point I should address. Many of you have
asked if I have embellished the sexual action with additional verbiage. I
suppose I have, but I have tried to amply describe how I felt at that time
and to fully give you a word picture of the action. I look back at my
teenage years and the memories flood back into my conscience and I attempt
to put the feelings into words that will convey what I felt, what I
thought, and how I responded to the situation.

	Enjoy, learn, experiment, refine, spread the words of love, the
real masculine kind. Don't label yourself or let others label you. A buddy
of mine uses this retort, "It takes one to know one!" You are unique in
this universe and you have a precious gift to give to those who wish to
receive it.  Let bigots suffer in the world of their own making; it is not
for us; we need not join them in that suffering and pain. Rise up and move
on to complete the projects that lie before us.


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