Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:51:07 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: ARM WRESTLING WITH ALI

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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ARM WRESTLING WITH ALI



 Part One - Peter's Story



by



G. Cutter



Hi. I'm Peter and I'm fifteen and my kid brother, Paul is fourteen. We're
the main characters in this short story, so, there you go.

Our family lives in Surrey which is one of the UK Home Counties, to non
Brits this just means that Surrey is one of the counties that surround
London. Pretty affluent and a rather a bland mix of countryside and
suburbia. We both attend the local grammar school, we're both blonds and
we're both your average skinny football playing, all swimming, all singing
and dancing oiks. In fact, I doubt that you'd pick us out in a crowd, we're
that ordinary. Oh, I forgot to mention that we are both dashingly handsome
in the Anglo Saxon style and like most boys of our age, normally broke and
sadly lacking in, credit, sex and other creature comforts.

Well, to be honest, Dad was a master builder and is pretty well off. We
have a nice house with a pretty decent garden just outside Guildford and we
have our own rooms so we aren't that badly fixed financially. Mum is a
houswife pure and simple although she does a few mornings a week in a local
thrift shop and helps out with the pre schoolers, doing her bit for charity
as she puts it.

I was a late developer on the sexual front (to get to the nub of the story)
and so was Paul as he obviously followed in my footsteps. As brothers we
get on without the normal squabbling and I think our parents are pretty
well pleased with us. Both of us are doing well at school both
educationally and on the sports front.  We both play football (soccer) for
our local Boy's League, training Saturday mornings and match playing on
Sunday's, so, all in all, we're a crushingly Middle English standard family
unit and... I'm talking a load of crap when all you want to hear about is
sex.

Right, here we go.

Paul and I had got to toying with each other or messing around as they call
it when I was thirteen and he was twelve. The furthest we'd gone was mutual
masturbation although we'd also tried solo blowing and then sixty nining at
one stage. We'd abandoned that after a while as we both liked it too much
but thought it was just a bit beyond the barrier and more 'queer' than
'brotherly'. That's that bit out of the way which leads me onto the big
night, the night that starts my story .

We were sitting up in my bedroom playing around with my computer. It would
be nice to say we were surfing sex sites and reading Nifty but we
weren't. We'd just completed our homework assignments and were flopping
around doing nothing. I think Paul had his head stuck in a comic and I was
gazing into space thinking about sex which is one of my favourite pastimes.

'That Ali kid fancies you, you know,' Paul looked up from his reading. 'I
think he's got a crush on you.'

'That's nice,' I smiled absently trying to think which of Paul's many pals
was Ali. 'Which one's he?'

'You know,' Paul dropped his comic and fiddled with the front of his
shorts. 'The dark one, the half a Paki, top striker in my team.'

'Ah, gotcha.' I realised who he was talking about. A rather good looking
dusky skinned lad who was indeed their star striker. Fast, fluid and damn
good at what he did. He was also a babe magnet, I found it hard to believe
he had a thing on me let alone any other boy, he must have girlies
dribbling into his footy shorts.

'Fancy him?' Paul managed to sound lewd and suggestive at the same time.

'He's nice,' I commented. 'Why don't you go for him.'

'He fancies you, that's why.' I've got to explain at this point that
although we occasionally played around with each other we had outside
interests and I mean other boy contacts who we discussed quite openly. We'd
never cross pollinated by which I mean I'd never put Paul onto one of my
classmates and he'd never done the same with his pals.

'He's nice,' I repeated. 'Fuckin' nice,' I added for good measure.

'All the way with him, Peter my boy,' Paul looked at me grinning. 'A nice
bit of brown bottom.'

'I should be so lucky.'

'You wouldn't have the nerve to chat him up,' my kid brother threw out a
challenge.

'Well, it's not bloody easy going upto a complete stranger and asking for a
shag...'

'I'd give you a lead.'

'Well, I might consider toying with his smooth brown bottom if the chance
arose.'

'You would, you would...' Paul laughed. 'You'd do the dirty with 'im.'

'Given half a chance,' I declared.

'I fancy him as well,' Paul looked at me slyly. 'If you scored you could
pass him onto me.'

'Of course,' I grinned and that's how it began.

After supper we left the parents in the kitchen where we'd had our meal and
sat out in the garden, it was still quite sunny although the day was
done. I had that self satisfied feeling that you get when you've fed well
and was wondering how to broach the subject of Ali Patel to little brotrher
but he beat me to the punch.

'Saturday training up the field,' he stretched his arms and yawned. 'No
matches Sunday.'

'Not for our teams,' I agreed. 'I might go and watch the Under Seventeens,
I might not.'

'I was thinking...' he paused and looked at me. 'If I brought Ali around
here Saturday afternoon after training.'

'Yeah. Why not? Will he come being half a dune coon and all the rest of
it?'

'He's a Christian, the whole family is,' Paul grinned. 'I could fix up to
go around Billy's and leave you here with him. Empty house and full speed
ahead.' He made a pumping motion with his arm.

'You know one thing about me, Paul, I'm a virgin, I'm still trying to
capture my first decent snog let alone shag a guy's arse.' My voice had
dropped by the way.

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'Ditto for me but ain't Ali a good place to start? Half
the kids in my team fancy him, he gets more gropes than passes.' He looked
at me and grinned. 'Are you telling me that if he lay on your bed with his
gear around his ankles you wouldn't have a go?' He laughed out loud. 'You'd
fuck him,' he hissed.

'I would,' I agreed. 'The small problem is getting him onto his face, bare
bummed, etcetera and all the rest of it.'

'If you're alone together betcha he makes a move on you, all you have to do
is look willing.'

'If it's that easy how come you're not doing the biz?'

'Cos I know I can have Billy's sweet lips around my noodle on a Saturday
afternoon,' he giggled.

'You dirty, lucky bastard,' I hooted. 'I never thought you and Billy were,
er... you know.'

'We haven't shagged but he wants it, I'm bloody sure he does.'

'Jeez...' I despaired. The thought crossed my mind that if everyone in
Paul's team wanted sex as much as he said how come he wasn't getting
any. At least I knew my mob were a bunch of fanny rats or so they
claimed. Three or four of them even had permanent girlfriends, now that's
got to be sad, hooking a girl just to keep the critics at bay. 'OK,
Saturday afternoon. I'll keep my diary clear.'

'Keep your bed clear and find some lube, you might get lucky.'

I was beginning to think Paul was just a little bit sick in the head, never
mind if I got Ali's clothes off that would be further than I'd got with any
other fourteen year old boy apart than Paul and I wasn't counting him. It
was beginning to look like he was a secret sex maniac.

'If, and it's a big IF I score with Ali we could build on that, maybe you
and Billy in a little get together.'

'You fancy my Billy?' He looked at me accusingly. 'Greedy sod.'

'Yeah,' I laughed. 'But my Ali Baba more.'

The school week finished and that was that, the long summer holiday lay
ahead of us.  A month hence we'd be going to our Scouts Camp down in Devon
this year and more or less on our return we'd then be going on holiday with
our parents to Crete. Nice having parents with dosh, innit? I'd say it was
pretty wicked, Paul would say it was 'uber' which was a new one with him.
But until then all we had to do was amuse ourselves round and about, no
probs there, we both had dirt bikes and there's no shortage of countryside
around Guildford. Leith Hill, Box Hill , all the National Trust grounds and
all within a decent cycling range.

I've got to say Saturday was first and foremost on my mind. We both cycled
upto our Club's grounds which were about a mile away and split to our teams
for the morning's practice. I sighted Ali easily as he was one of the only
three 'boys of colour' amongst our merry throng. I stood there ogling him
like a dummy until my coach pulled me out of it with a load of abuse. He
was tasty though, Ali that was, not the coach. Ali had jet black hair which
isn't unusual with Pakis and Half Pakis (subtle bit of humour there), but
he had his chopped off flat on top with it long on the sides and back, they
used to call it a mullet for some reason. Lovely smooth arms and legs and a
suggestion of a package in his baggy footy shorts, I was growing down below
in my own shorts. Jeez, a two minute ogle and I was in love.

We had our two and a half hours and as was usual we boys continued to kick
around and bugger about on the grass as the coaches and some dads enjoyed
drinks in the bar. Not our scene that one, our dad worked on a Saturday so
we decided to make a move. We set off with Ali in company and I managed to
drop behind the pair of them studying my brother's and Ali's tight little
bottoms on their narrow saddles. I'm not a perv but the sight of two tight
teeny schoolboy arses on knife edged saddles were a sight for sore eyes. In
fact, and I shouldn't say this really but Paul was quite tasty from the
rear, quite plump and munchy... grrrr and dusky Ali, the Sheik of Araby
(well, pretty close)... well!

At home we just caught mum on her way out, she rather grumpily made us a
stack of sandwiches pointed us to the fridge and went on her way. She
wouldn't be back until around six which was dad's normal time, she was
going into Guildford with a couple of girlfriends shopping. Knowing my mum
she would be back earlier but she'd remain around one of the girl's quieter
houses keeping out of our way. When the duty call came for her to feed the
three men in her life she'd be there. I looked at Paul and he gave me a
smirk, we had between four and five hours to get lucky. Ali was polite
enough and endeared himself to mum as he was the only one of the three of
us to kick his trainers off on entering. What a groveller.

After clearing the sandwiches and slurping Cokes we wandered upto my room
and automatically turned the TV onto the afternoon Premier League
matches. Paul did his bit settling Ali in and keeping up a barrage of chat
until our guest seemed to finally relax. I didn't really know what to do, I
hovered if that's the word feeling a bit like a wallflower, three certainly
isn't the number for getting nice and cosy. In fact, it was just plain
awkward and the air was so thick with atmosphere, you know what I mean. It
was just uncomfortable for me at least, Paul was blithely wittering on
about football and Ali was trying to keep up with him and bring me into the
conversation as well.

The breakthrough came through when Paul announced he was late for an
appointment with his buddy, Billy who lived down the street.

'Yeah, I'd better make a move as well,' Ali retorted but made no move top
get off his arse from where he sat on the floor.

'No, stay and keep Pete company,' Paul worked his way towards the door.

'Yeah, no need to go,' I managed to get a word in edgeways.

'Watch him, he likes beating up fourteen year olds...  he thinks he's shit
hot at arm wrestling,' Paul scuttled around the door and five minutes later
popped his head in for the last time. 'Pop around tomorrow morning, Al
boy. I need to catch up on the gossip.' The last we heard of him were his
feet clattering down the stairs.

'What did he mean by that?' Ali looked a little lost and even mystified but
I grinned, Paul had fed me a perfect plan and I do love a good plan.

'Dunno, he's a crank,' I dismissed my brother but he had put an idea in my
mind. Go for it.

'Nice room,' he looked around and grinned. 'Why do I feel I've been fitted
up?'

'No idea,' I grinned at my prey, or was I his? 'Any good at arm wrestling?'
OK, pretty naff but I had to say it (it was the instant plan for what it
was worth) and I knew I'd struck oil when he smiled.

'You're fronting up the wrong kid, pal.' He rolled onto his belly and stuck
his elbow onto the carpet with his arm up. I'd been challenged., I had to
be able to make something out of this. I slung a cushion down to accept our
elbows and stripped my shirt off leaving me in only my shorts and socks. I
could feel his eyes on me and could swear there was a downwards flicker to
my crotch but that might just have been wishful thinking.

'You good?' I lay out facing him.

'That's for me to know and you to find out,' he quoted one of my dad's
catch phrases. 'It's bloody warm in here.'

'Hang on,' I sprung up and opened the windows wide, we weren't overlooked
by anyone so that was no problem. 'Take your shirt off, make yourself at
home.'

'OK,' he answered after a brief pause and tugged his shirt off over his
head. I nearly creamed on the spot, he was perfect. I'd got the idea he was
skinny as he galloped about the pitch but he wasn't, he had a good boyish
torso with the most succulent darker brown titties. His long legs must have
given the slender impression, he was a tough looking fourteen year old and
was, if anything, better built chestwise than my Paul. In truth he was as
tall as I was which was a couple of inches on Paul, this Paki kid was more
like me than my brother. That was in build not in colour I hasten to
add. He swiftly dropped to the floor once the shirt was gone and so did
I. Any more of my dirty thoughts and I'd be displaying a bloody great tent
in my shorts, I'd worn boxers instead of briefs today which was a bit of a
mistake .

'Come on then,' he wriggled his arm around finding his position. As soon as
my hand settled into his I felt it. It was like they say in all the books,
it was like the tingle of a small electrical shock and as I gazed into his
eyes I knew. I knew the afternoon wasn't wasted... something was going to
happen.

'One, two, three,' I counted and took the strain. I'd been gazumped, the
bastard pushed hard against me and my arm was flat on the carpet. His brown
face was inches away from mine.

'Shit,' I snarled and he laughed. 'Again?'

This time I was ready for him, we strained and pushed. I glanced at him and
his dark brown eyes gazed into mine and he smiled slightly and applied the
pressure. This time I had him, my position was better and I felt him
beginning to go. I had him as his arm went down I moved my body slightly
and bore him down onto the carpet, this time my face was almost touching
his and our eyes met again. He made no effort to move as if expecting me to
make a move.

'Again?' He croaked.

'Best of five,' I whispered. I could feel my penis solid in my shorts and I
was scared to move, if I had to stand it would be perfectly obvious, what
then?

The next two were major struggles, he was a strong bugger far stronger than
Paul and he gave me a good match, we were up for the fifth and we were on a
two all draw. Number five was the decider and by now we were both sweat
sheened and up for it. The hormones were raging away like hormones do and
the adrenalin was pumping.

'We should have a bet on this one,' he suggested with a smile which I
returned as we assumed the position. He'd played right into my hands and I
felt supremely self confident.

'A major snog,' I laughed and took him by surprise nearly flooring his arm
but he recovered. I could see the strain on his face as our arms came upto
the vertical and he started to push me down. I fought back and got him on
the retreat again. Suddenly he pulled reserves of strength from somewhere
and suddenly floored me. He looked at me and grinned manically as I lay
there defeated and then to my astonishment he ducked his head and kissed my
nipple and then suckled on it like a baby.

'You didn't say who snogs who,' he giggled biting my tit gently with his
teeth.

'I don't care,' I reared up and pushed him back down onto the carpet and
throwing all caution aside pressed my lips against his. If I'd fucked up
here I was a dead man but he made no effort to fight me off, in fact, he
went limp and after a moment I felt his lips open. I slipped my tongue
between them and felt his mouth opened up. For the first time in my short
and pointless little life I did a Frenchy with another boy and from the
sighs and groans I think we both enjoyed ourselves. When we broke for air
he rolled on top of me and I crushed him to myself as his mouth sought mine
again only this time I upped the ante. Our stiffies mashed against each
other so there were no secrets there, what I wanted to do was to feel his
smooth if sweaty skin, his firm young flesh and I went for it. My hands
snaked into the back of his shorts and he moaned into my mouth as I grasped
his firm young buttocks one to each hand.

'Peter, Peter,' he groaned and rubbed his belly into mine and I felt our
erections rub against each other through the material of our shorts. 'I
know Paul, I knew he was upto something devious.'

'Do you mind?' I nuzzled at his sweaty neck.

'No,' he held my head tightly and looked into my eyes. 'I've wanted to do
this for yonks... my favourite boy.'

'Good,' I grinned. 'Because I've got the hots for you so bad.'

'I know, I can feel it,' he giggled and managed to get his hands into the
tightness between our crotches. I felt his hand grasp my erection through
my shorts and he sighed happily. 'Where do we go from here?'

'Onto the bed.' I managed to get from beneath him and hauled him to his
feet. We stood swaying by the bed kissing yet again and dropped our shorts
and briefs. Completely naked and both sporting full erections we subsided
and went into a massive kiss and cuddle. My penis was leaking like a tap
and his was oozing enough to make our bellies slick with both sweat and
precum. We were going to pop shortly but I wanted more. I managed to
flatten him on the bed and kissed down his chest and taut belly taking his
large boy cock into my mouth. I wasn't into measuring but although a year
younger I could swear he was bigger than me, his cock was fatter anyway and
maybe just a little longer... and it tasted nice. I lapped his sweet precum
off and then sunk my mouth over his swollen purple glans and then took in
as much of his dark skinned shaft as I could. He moaned and ruffled my hair
as he took little digs into my suction.

'I'm gona cum in a minute,' he gasped and held my head firmer.

'No probs,' I gobbled around his fat brown cock.

'Ooooh...' He bent his knees flattening his feet on the bed and lifted his
bottom up thrusting deep into my mouth. I took my chance and rammed my
finger deep into his pucker and he screamed and spunked. I felt his first
hot blast fill my mouth with his slimy cream and swallowed trying to breath
as a second blast choked me and then his third and fourth splattered onto
my face dripping into my eyes. He'd cum like a donkey and fell back onto
the bed with my finger still deep in his bottom. I lay my face on his belly
smearing his semen over his brown skin and lapping at his rapidly deflating
penis. Milky ooze trickled from his pee slit and I lapped at it until he
stirred and played with my ears. 'Dirty, Petey,' he grinned down at me as I
looked up his slippery and sweat covered belly.

'Just aiming to please,' I exclaimed modestly as I licked his sweat sheened
and cum stained belly.

'That was a personal best,' he giggled and pulled me up alongside him for
another kiss this one flavoured wirth his juices which he seemed to enjoy
as much as I did. 'I taste nice.'

'You nearly choked me,' I complained but with a smile. This was one spunky
and very horny boy.

'I do other things,' he ducked his head and nibbled at my throat. I lay
back to enjoy as he lapped down my sternum, my flat belly and then took my
incredible hardness into his wet and hot maw. I don't know where he learnt
how to do what he did but I reckon cocksucking came to him as naturally as
it did to me. He bathed my glans with his tongue tasting my precum and even
squeezed a dribble extra before devouring me right down to my pubics before
giving me my blow job. This was different than the one's I'd done with
Paul, those were just a matter of lustful experimentation, this one came
with love.

He reached under me caressing my tightly clenched bum and I relaxed a
little to feel his fingers in my crack and then the soft jerk as he
penetrated me and delved. I groaned as he hit that spot I'd heard about and
then I was thrusting and ramming into his drooling and sucking mouth. This
was exquisite, sublime... all those words. He finger fucked me and sucked
me to a massive climax like his and like me he finished up with his face
splashed with cum and then we were together for our spunky kisses. I
remembered my massive cum blasting into his mouth and his avid swallowing
and at the same time his long finger inside me making me feel like I had
died and gone to heaven. There was one thing left to do but first a few
matters to discuss.

'Boyfriends do sex together,' I risked.

'You want to fuck me, you mean,' he laughed.

'Yeah.'

'Sounds good' he wriggled against me. 'Boyfriends fuck each other, you
meant.'

'That's what I meant.'

'My parents are away for the day tomorrow,' he looked at me coyly. 'We
could have a day together. No Paul,' he added.

'No Paul,' I agreed. 'He's chasing that Billy in your team.'

'I worked that out,' he giggled. 'He's so obvious. So's Billy for that
matter... they're made for each other. Like you and me?'

'Like you and I,' I grinned. 'No more arm wrestling though, I've got a dead
arm.'

'As long as your dick isn't dead.'

'No way.'

We lay there cooling down, the stink or more to the point the stench of
sweat and dying semen polluted the place and I finally opened the door and
squirted air freshener around. After that I shared a shower with Ali, my
new lover Ali. I think as we rose to the occasion we could have fucked
there and then but the thought of doing it in his house on his bed which he
said was a big one got the vote in the end. We went back into my room and
lay a couple of big towels on the bed and set to with the gum numbing
kisses again, my lips felt like bit's of raw steak but it was worth it. We
still had stacks of time even after the shower and I finished up down on
him again but this time we went sixty nine. The pressure was off this time
and we took our time but still managed to climax another sticky mess into
each other's mouths. In the end I finished up cycling home with him and
meeting his Paki dad and his English mother even a younger brother whom I
didn't know he had.  Amar was a cricketing nut, which explained why he
hadn't come up in conversation... one of the tainted. He was a cheeky faced
thirteen and a real sweety but big brother's beady eye was on me so I had
to behave myself. All the same, nice house and nice people.

Ali told his parents that I'd be with him for most of the Sunday and they
seemed happy enough after he babbled on about X-Boxes and the like. I
checked out his room and was delighted to see that he was right about the
bed, it was a double and more than adequate for our needs and to cap it off
he had his own sizeable bathroom en suite. Better and better, To cap that
his brother had his own bedroom although he had use of their joint
bathroom. I arranged to be around for eleven in the morning and we parted.

'Honeymoon Sunday, damn good Amar's out for most of the day,' he whispered
as he saw me off at the door.

'Think about fucking me to hell and back tomorrow,' I returned quietly.

'Grrrr...' he rushed back indoors. That would give him something to dream
about overnight.

I got back in time to meet my kid brother coming up the garden path.

'How'd you get on with Ali?'

'Brill. I'm visiting his place tomorrow and I think we're doing the big
deal.'

'Shagging?' His voice broak in a squeak.

'Yeah.'

'Same with me and Billy. We did the lot today and he promised we can do the
nasty tomorrow... or try.'

'Try?' I laughed. 'Yeah, that's my problem I suppose,' I sat on my bed and
looked at him. I patted alongside me and he sat. 'We're both newbies at
this caper.'

'I know,' he admitted. 'But I can't turn it down, I might not get another
offer until I'm thirty or something.'

'Same with me,' I draped an arm around his narrow shoulders. 'We need
practice... both ways. Ali isn't going to be too happy just playing a bitch
boy. It's bloody amazing, he's a year younger than me and a damn sight more
mature you know where.'

'Yeah, I suppose Billy and I are about the same size.'

'Tonight?' I looked at him. 'I do you and you do me... a bit of brotherly
love.'

'It's a bit gay,' he giggled.

'So, gay me, Paul.'

'You've been watching that 'Skins' disc again.'

'Want to give it a go or not?'

'Mmmm... midnight?' he grinned.

'You've got a date.'

We did our usual Saturday evening thing, watched the TV with the rents and
then retured to my room for a bit of X-Boxing and I told him all about Ali
and he gave me an in depth of his performance with Billy. We seemed to have
finished up at the same stage with our repspective partners. He claimed he
was madly in love with little Billy but that didn't stop him cross
examining me about Ali and Amar who he'd never heard of. He even asked me
for a measurement of the strikers erection as if I would know... in fact,
it just made the six inch mark which was around half an inch longer than
mine and this kid was fourteen. It was a challenge but I was determined to
handle it and absorb it, it was the only way I was going to establish a
proper relationship with my Ali as I was now calling him inside my head.

'I'll creep around about midnight,' Paul dropped his voice although the
oldsters were glued to the goggle box downstairs. 'Got any lube. Something
slippery?'

'Yeah, I have some of that sunblock, it's for sensistive skin and it washes
off OK.'

'Sensitive skin,' he smiggered. 'Paul has a book telling you all the
positions and whatnot, doggy, frontal, blah, blah.'

'Don't blah blah me, tell me,' I dug him in the ribs with my elbow. 'And
keep your voice down.'

'Right,' he whispered so that I could barely hear him. 'The Basic is you
you lay on your belly with your legs open and your pal just lays on you and
does it. The Doggy is in a crouch and your pal kneels behind you and just
whacks it in.'

'You don't just whack it in, dummy.'

'OK, pushes it in,' he grinned. 'The lovey dovey one is the Full Frontal
where the fuckee lays on his back and lifts his knees to his chest exposing
his a-hole and the fucker kneels and works it in. They can give each other
loving gazes and kiss whilst they fuck but that's for real love jobs, a bit
uber gay that one.'

'Mmm... seems straightforward enough.' I was determined to do it with Ali
in the frontal position, I wanted to look into his dark brown eyes whilst
we did it, I didn't give a toss if it was gay or not.

'This little magazine that Billy has says that they all give you different
penetrations, depth that is.'

'I can't see that.'

'Your bum's a bit of a cushion if you're on someone's back but if you go
straight in from the front the cushion's gone.'

'I suppose.' I conceded, it made sense and bearing in mind Ali's meaty
sixer I needed to think about that over a bit.

'You can do me doggy tonight,' Paul offered glancing sideways at me.

'OK, we'll go for that,' I grinned. I wasn't worried abourt Paul hurting me
for some reason. Well, the reason was that he was smaller than I was but
Ali was a different kettle of fish. He was Paul's age but bigger than me,
odd... he must be some sort of a mutant. All the same as we sat on the
floor with our backs against the bed I could feel myself getting hard and
it was over thoughts of tomorrow not what was to come tonight. With Paul it
would be mechanical and like an training session in school, with Ali it
would be something else.

'If we do a bit of sucking first we won't need all that much lube,' I
suggested.

'Yeah, only a bit though,' Paul smirked. 'We don't want to play gay too
much, we are brothers after all... even if I am going to fuck you rotten,'
he laughed like a loon as he ran from the room before I could capture him
and give him a good slapping around. Never mind, I'd have him tonight, no
mercy...

We went to bed around half eleven which was pretty regular for a Saturday
and our holidays had started after all. I heard mum and dad come up the
stairs and call a good night through the door and then it was just a matter
of laying there waiting. I'd done all my toiletries and told Paul to do the
same so that we would both be squeaky clean for the event and I lay in the
dark nervously finguring the tube of sun tan lotion. In spite of myself I
was as hard as a rock, I concentrated my stare as I felt rather that saw
motion as my room was so dark but Paul managed to sit on the edge of the
bed and reaching out I could feel he had a bathrobe on, another grope and I
felt his bare flesh, we was wearing sleeping shorts and he was trembling,
not as confident as he made out earlier.

'Door closed?' I whispered.

'Yep,' he stood and I just about saw his gown drop to the floor and then
the paler shape of his form standing by the bed. He slipped in beside me
but he still had his jimjam bottoms on. 'Here we go,' he gave a nervous
giggle and snuggled into me. As I've said we had done this before but never
with the firm aim to have sex... this night was a first and I was eager to
get on with it. The more I thought of Paul's tight little arse the harder I
got asI imagined Omar's brown skinned perfection laying alongside me.

I turned in and leant over kissing Paul fully on the lips and he struggled
for a bit and then returned the affection, a few seconds later his lips
opened and my tongue met his. Breathless moments later we parted, we were
now belly to belly and my bare hardness was pressing against the material
of his shorts. With a struggle he bent down and they were gone.

'Kissing's a bit over the top, we're supposed to be brothers,' he grunted
and I saw his eyes flash as I sunk my lips onto his again. His mind was
definitely out of sync with his body as he clung to me returning my
affection eagerly. 'You try me first, doggy,' he managed to gasp and turned
away. This was it, I'd been thinking about this all night and managed to
get him up into a crouch and on his knees. I threw the bedding off, it was
a million to one chance of anyone disturbing us and if they did we would be
dead men anyway. Sod the bedding, I got behind him and kissed one smooth
orb and then the other, I heard him giggle into the pillow and wriggle his
bottom and then I really went silly. I parted his cheeks and could just see
the darkness where his pucker should be, I sniffed and all I could smell
was boy and soap.

'You ready to play?'

'Play away,' he stuck his bum out and his face into the pillow. Here it
was, my very first fuck and it was my kid brother but he was up for it and
so was I. I stuck my face onto his bottom and lapped into his crack tasting
the residue of his shower, the hot moistness and the faintest aroma of his
bathing greeted me as I lapped up and down his crack and then spreading his
cheeks apart even further I felt the smoothness of his ring. He must have
been in shock, we'd chatted about starters but not this and I kept it
going.  The problem was that I was so hard I was dribbling, I swiped some
precum off with finger and thumb and pressed that same finger against his
hole. My finger slowly opened him up and he groaned into the pillow.

'You alright, Pauly?'

'I'm so hard,' he bleated. 'You dirty bastard,' he let himself down by
pushing back onto my finger which was right inside him now and moving quite
easily. I couldn't hold off any longer. I slipped my finger free and
slipped my stiffness between his saliva coated cheeks right upto his pucker
and slowly but firmly pushed home.

I heard him give a strangled wail and his hips dropped to the bed as I bore
in dizzy with the feel of his hot tightness gripping me and the tactile
sensation of his hot body against mine. As he subsided belly down onto the
bedding I went with him feeling myself open him up and my red hot spike
being absorbed by his sweet gut. One final determined move and I felt my
belly nestle against the small of his back. I'd taken my brother's cherry
and he was laying there as if dead. I kissed the back of his neck and was
rewarded by him clenching his cheeks on me. I drew out a little and then on
the retured he clamped again.

'Thank Gawd, Billy's smaller,' he groaned and then chuckled. 'I can live
with this,' he then pushed up onto me and I started to fuck. To be honest I
couldn't hold back any longer. I was so hard it was painful and his bottom
was so tight and so hot... I should have done this years ago.

They say your first fuck is the one you always remember. Well, I don't know
if this was true but I'd treasure Paul forever after this. I was losing my
virginity and there was nothing mechanical or experimental about it. We
were loving, plain and simple. His beautiful small body pinned under me
took everything I had to give and when I pounded into him in my climax he
let let out a long quavering groan of pure pleasure. I cum a monster
spunk. I could feel it squirt into him and surround my cock as I squirted
and splattered into his tight little bottom. Dare I say, my kid brother
Paul was a good fuck. A blinding fuck and as I lay on his sweaty body
kissing his neck furiously I stirred my softening cock in his squishy hole
and wondered if we got to do it twice but it was his turn now for some
fun. I slid free shoving some tissues between his cheeks as I did so. Part
One was over, now for the Revenge of the Kid Brother, could be a new Star
Wars movie, a good title anyway. I was absolutely shattered and flopped
onto my back curiously anticipating what was to come with Paul with some
pleasure tinged with plain old fashioned lust.

'Well that was an experience,' Paul muttered as we embraced. 'At least
Billy is smaller.'

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'I'm still a bit nervy about Ali, he's bloody big down
below.'

'Ah well...' Paul sniggered and I felt him move ontop and force my legs
apart with his knees. I reached out and stroked his smooth thighs and then
felt his tight balls and rigid flesh. Pinching his foreskin over his glans
I felt the slide and the smear of his boy juice on my fingers. He was just
as needy as I'd been and feeling a bit like a wally I raised my knees to my
chest. 'I'm glad I don't have to look at it... your hole that is.'

'Betcha will when it's Billy's turn.'

'Maybe... maybe not,' Paul whispered and I felt him reach for the tube of
lotion and smear it into my crack. As soon as he located my pucker he
smoothly inserted one finger amd made with a finger fuck until his finger
was deep inside me massaging that glans they all go on about. It was hardly
electrifying but it was good and I willed him to broach me. I actually
wanted him in me, I wanted his young cock and his creamy cum up inside me
and then I could face Ali's thick brown cock on the morrow. I whined a
protest as he withdrew but immediately felt his slippery glans nudge up
against me and he was in. No messing about with my randy Pauly. He went in
deep and almost lay on me as I slowly let my legs descend onto his
shoulders and then slip onto his back. I pressed him in tightly as he moved
with definite strokes and he grinned affording me a flash of his white
teeth.

'It's different,' I croaked reaching out and grabbing him moving hips, he
was so layed out on me now that I could just about clasp his tensed cheeks,
so smooth and so white in the daylight but now just sweaty muscles moving
up and down.

'I can't keep this up,' he grunted and then started to go faster making me
really feel it. I don't know what I was thinking but I heard myself urging
him to go faster and harder until his lips crushed onto mine and I felt his
penis throb and jerk inside me. This was followed by the unique experience
of warm cum flooding into me in little jets and squirts. He too had lost
his virginity with his brother, we really were two of a kind. 'Our secret,'
he breathed heavily as he fell on me sweaty bellies squashing my deflated
organ. A moment later he slid free and we turned onto our sides.

'Never to be mentioned... not even to Billy.'

'Nor Ali,' he giggled. 'They'll both think we're virgins.'

'We are as far as they're concerned,' I grinned up at him as he lay on
me. 'We can do this again, just us two I mean. We are buddy brothers after
all.'

'Very buddy brothers,' he chuckled. 'But our secret for eternity.'

'That's a long time but yeah, cross my heart and hope to die.'

'You got it,' he sniggered.

Shortly after that he returned to his own bedroom via the bathroom and once
I heard the faint sound of the bathroom door closing I went across and did
my business and thank God the house remained silent. No witnesses, no
suspicions just we two and our very secret relationship. He was good and I
couldn't wait to do him again but that would keep. I went to sleep with a
confused scenario of Ali, Paul and then Ali again in my mind, I even awoke
with a steaming hardon which I ignored this time around. I had a far better
use for my teeny fluids and he lived just up the road. It was Sunday a day
to be looked forward to, the first day of the rest of my life or a day of
infamy, time would tell.

We had breakfast together which was standard for a Sunday but with the
school holidays started the routine was a bit relaxed. For starters there
was no homework to worry about, we had holiday assignments which seemed to
be an import from the USA, I don't remember them two years ago but then
again our educational system was in a constant state of flux. Half the time
you didn't know if you were on your arse or your elbow, talk about
stress. The only area school didn't creep into was our football, they
seemed to think it was disloyal for us to be out playing football on a
Sunday when we could be sitting indoors poring over books... odd. As dad
says: 'Blame the politicians' and he's probably right. Anyway, today was
the day and after we both told mum and dad that we would be spending most
of the day with friends, I felt as sense of relaxation in the air. Our
parents were like kids with a day off, no brats, no hassle.

Around half ten I walked to the end of the road with Paul and we solemnly
wished each other good luck, of course my bro wanted me to put in a good
word with Ali which I had no intention of doing and we split. He to his and
me to mine. Ali was only five minutes walk away but it was a much posher
area, the houses were bigger and better kept, I just hoped that his flames
of passion had burned through the night and that is straight out of a
Danielle Steel novel. I was hard up and horny and those thoughts were
foremost in my selfish little mind.

He greeted me at the door looking absolutely delicious, he was fresh from
the shower and was done up in a baggy t-shirt and beach shorts showing off
his brown arms and legs to a good dribbling standard. His mother and father
had left for their day with relatives and his brother was on his way to his
pal's for the afternoon. Amar was a dream, he was only thirteen but tall
with coltish legs like Ali and had a normal crew cut unlike his older
brothers messy hair. He gave me a cheerful grin and I thought what a good
partner he'd make for my Paul but then again, none of my business... I
wasn't my brother's procurer although I wouldn't mind half an hour or so
alone with Amar on my own account. There was something about him but maybe
it was my overactive imagination.

'That's it,' Ali declared as his brother disappeared up the road. 'You're
staring.'

''I just thought Amar was looking good,' I grinned.

'Pervert,' he hissed punching me on the upper arm which hurt somewhat. 'Do
you fancy him?' Now that was a loaded question.

''Mmm...' I shrugged.

'You do, you do,' he laughed and grabbed my hand. 'Come on, forget about
Amar's smoothy thighs and tight bottom.' Jeez, he knew how to talk dirty,
he'd got me stiffening already and I didn't know if it was at the Amar
image of at the thought of bedding him and getting dirty. He led me upto
his bedroom which overlooked their back garden and after a quick peep I was
delighted to see that the gardens either side were empty so, hopefully,
we'd have a nice quiet afternoon. He drew the curtains not that we were
overseen by anyone but to make it cosy as he explained and it did just
that. It left the room in a subdued amber light and darkened the room
without blackening the place out. We sat on the bed for a moment in an
uncomfortable silence.

'I dreamt of you last night,' I whispered feeling like I was in
church. 'You and I getting naked.'

'I dreamt about you and Paul,' he looked at me as if gauging my
reaction.. Me in the middle.'

'Did we have fun?'

'We did,' he giggled boyishly and flopped back onto the bed. 'I'm free,' he
aped that silly queen who used the on that sitcom about the store but that
was enough. I leant over him and gently placed my lips on his barely
kissing but we were off. His hand snaked onto the back of my neck and he
held me tightly crushing his lips onto mine with his tongue greedily
probing at my lips. I opened my mouth and our slippery organs met exploring
one mouth and then the other. All the time I got hotter and harder and
moaned into his mouth as I felt his strong hands inside my shirt caressing
my body and holding me in even tighter. 'Let's get in bed,' he grunted.

This was it. The first time we'd actually got into a bed rather than played
about on top of one. This was it and there was no going back. We hurriedly
undressed each other sharing the giggles when both our erections popped
free waved about and then collided. One final embrace and we slipped under
the covers and got into another embrace. This time naked and I gasped with
pleasure as I felt his thick erection pressed against mine as we dry humped
both clasping each other's buttocks. We both knew what we wanted but there
were certain preliminaries to be gone through. Fuckin' foreplay, I wanted a
fuck.

I think he felt the same but this was good, the feel of his hot and now
slippery flesh pressed hard against mine and sandwiched by our hard
bellies. We were fucking in everything except the actual insertion. You
couldn't get closer than this and as he held my cheeks in a death grip I
shagged away against his belly and oozing core. Gawd, I was in heaven we
now lay together but he was on his back and I was on top suddenly I felt my
cock swell and I knew it was time.

'Aliiii...' I moaned and rubbed against him harder feeling the hot gush
erupt from my hardness onto his cock and belly. He groaned and suddenly I
felt his hot splashes join mine and we slowly moved coming down from our
high. This time there was a huge quantity of boy cum between our bellies
and the best was yet to come. 'I never knew you could do that,' I smiled
down at him. 'A cum with no hands.'

'We should call it a belly wank,' he looked up at me. 'There's a name for
it but I can't remember... belly wank sounds good enough.'

'Messy, belly wank,' I laughed. I loved it, I could lay there all day
slipping and sliding around our cum which held us together in a sticky
mess. I just lay there silently as he pulled me up a bit and then I felt
his fingers probe into my crack like they belonged. I shuffled up a little
further allowing him to do what he wished and I felt his cum coated fingers
rubbing across my sweaty sphincter and then one was inside me. I moaned and
this time with pure pleasure as his rigid finger delved in deep and hard
pulling or pushing me harder into his embrace. 'After a cleanup, you go
first,' I muttered but at least I'd said it.

'God. I've wanted you so much,' he whispered. 'I wanna love you to death.'

'Yeah... alright,' I giggled. 'No need to get carried away.'

'Put it another way. When you do me you can fuck me to death.'

'Hard and deep,' I whispered.

'Hard and deep,' he agreed. 'Lay on your back, I have a small towel
somewhere.' I peeled off him and examined the glistening mess on my belly
and the puddles on his but without spilling any onto the sheets he managed
to produce a handtowel which he'd secreted in the bed. He wiped me off and
then I did him taking particular pleasure in his hard belly muscles and his
long brown skinned cock which was slowly coming back to life. I didn't
hurry, I knew he needed to get his tanks replenished in a manner of
speaking but that was no problem, fifteen and fourteen is the age for this
sort of thing. Well, perhaps sixteen or seventeen is better but I wouldn't
know until I got there. I got carried away in the end which was bound to
happen, as I towelled off his balls I ducked my head and tasted his semi
erect meat and got a twitch. The more I lapped and it and eventually took
his purple glans into my mouth, the more he stiffened until he was fully
hard again. I kept it going and felt his thick penis grow harder and harder
until I grasped it's slippery length in my hand and slowly worked it to and
fro.

'Wanna give it a go?' I asked and felt my voice break. Jeez, he was so big
or big compared to Paul. I was going to feel this one but I wanted it so
bad I couldn't stop myself. 'Gimme your babies.'

'Tart,' he giggled. 'Only if I get some back,' his dark face grinned at me
and looked directly into his dark brown eyes. 'From the front... OK?'

'OK.' That's all there was to it. I shuffled into the centre of the bed and
lay on my back with my legs parted. He knelt between my legs on his knees
and looked down at me, the smile had gone and he was deadly serious. I
lifted my legs and I folded my knees back to my chest just hoping that I
was doing the right thing. He stared down at my hole and slowly and
deliberately uncapped a tube of what appeared to be hand lotion.

'Tell me to stop if I hurt,' he remained serious as I nodded and prepared
myself. The first touch was featherlight and I felt his oiled finger stroke
across my pucker a few times and suddenly he was in me. It was so
unexpected that I jerked but then lay silent again as he moved his finger
in and out slipping in deeper at each move. 'OK?'

'Fine,' I croaked. 'I'm imagining it's sweet Amar.'

'You slut,' he suddenly grinned. 'You like Amar.'

'Yeah, somewhat,' I replied trying to keep my mind off the finger now
moving steadily and now in a circular motion which I realised was supposed
to ease or relax my back door.

'I like your Paul, pity he's stuck on that slob Billy.'

'Not that much,' I smirked. 'He asked me to put in a good word for him.'

'Tell him it's a done deal,' his smile was suddenly a leer and his finger
slipped free. I tensed myself but he was back and I felt further stretching
as he pentrated me again only this time with two fingers. 'Sorry, I'm
playing this by ear,' he smiled apologetically.

'Feels good,' I started at him and he leant down to kiss me and his fingers
slipped free. Still kissing me he wriggled abouit and I felt the mass of
his spongy glans glide across my pucker and then the firm pressure. I
nearly bit his tongue as he kept on my lips and pushed cutting off any
shout or protest I might make. The pain was intense but suddenly it was
gone as his glans slid inside me and my ring shrunk just that little to
take his shaft. He was in me and I felt so bloated it wasn't true. Stiill
sore but not that initial pain.

'Orrite?' he mumbled and lifted his head to look at me. 'This is so
intense.' He moved inside me and I felt more and more of his shaft fill my
hole and his swollen knob deeper in my belly. I held his hips and as with
Paul the previous night I let my calves slide down onto his back and he
groaned with satisfaction. 'Beautiful...' He began to move slowly at first
but sinking in me deeper and deeper until I felt his soft black pubics
press under my balls. He'd done it, he'd deflowered me. I'd lost my cherry,
well I'd lost it to Paul but that was forever secret. Ali would never know
and I set out there and then to give him the ride of his life.

I hung onto him, hugged and kissed his shoulders, his neck and his nose as
he pludered my arse with that fat outsized brown skinned dong of his. Shame
of shames, I loved it, this was no Paul, this was a virile young man only
fourteen but he may as well have been sixteen or so... it was so good. He
slid in and out effortlessly in a circular movement that must have reached
every corner of my gut and stimulated my prostate so that my own erection
was jerking up and down on my belly already weeping precum.

'Sorry, sorry, Ali,' he babbled. 'I'm gonna cum.'

I grabbed him in a bear hug as he rammed in hard for the final stroke and I
felt it, I actually felt his hardness seem to swell and then the definite
throb or pulse as he squirted his gooey, thick and creamy boy juice deep
inside. He moved gently and then came and came again. No wonder they have
big families this lot, he'd put enough of his Paki spunk in me for me to
feel it oozing from my hole as he continued to move.

'Stop, stop,' I begged and he did laying on me and resting his sweat beaded
cheek alongside mine.

'You were fantastic, lover boy,' he whispered and licked at my ear.

'So were you,' I giggled as I felt his softening penis slip from me in a
gush of cum. He snatched his small towel and rammed it under us saving a
disaster on the bed and then we lay there unwinding. It was the experience
to end all experiences. My arse was loose and soggy but I felt happy. I'd
accomodated him and he was laying on me with a silly grin on his face. One
happy bunny and a bitch can't ask for any more than that. 'I've got to go
to the loo,' I struggled from under him and made for the bathroom which was
fortunately just across the room. Any more and I'd be lucky to control my
sphincter. He must have heard the toilet flush for as soon as I checked out
the shower he came in in all his sweaty and flaccid glory and smiled shyly.

'You alright?' He looked anxious.

'Wicked,' I grinned. 'I've put you in my diary for a double this afternoon,
you up for it.'

'Do it again?'

'Duh! Yeah... do it again.'

'Damn right but you next,' he giggled and grabbed me shoving me into the
shower. 'Good job we've got all afternoon.'

'Innit?' I span him around and nestled my erection the crack of his
bottom. 'Isn't it?' I repeated in case he'd missed the message. His
answering laughter told me he hadn't.

I wasn't into wasting time on showers but I went through the routine
getting harder all the time. My arse felt like a rice pudding but hopefully
it would recover, I'd probably be feeling like a bucketload of slugs by the
time I went home but it would be worth it to feel that boy hardness inside
me doing it's business. For now it was my turn. We towelled off and
returned to the bed tidying it a bit before spreading a nice dry beach
towel dead centre. In case of accidents as Ali said.

Once organised we were at it again, I couldn't get enough of his lips but
as he was fresh from a shower I indulged in my new favourite pastime. I
ducked onto his balls and as he thrashed around on the bed I got between
his hairless thighs and licked his perineum whilst he moaned and
giggled. He knew what I was after and he spread his legs allowing me to lap
and suck at his tight pucker. I know I'd done it with Paul but this was a
big boy and he started to groan and whine as soon as I started the prodding
and spreading his cheeks to get right onto the smooth inner circle. By the
time I got the lotion on there he was gone, he clamped and then relaxed as
I worked two fingers in deeply rotating easing that all important muscle
and lubing up his inner tube. Sounds like a bike but a bike offering a much
better ride that the usual. In the end I got him spread on the bed and he
wanted it, I knew it was a new experience for him but I could see in his
eyes... he wanted boy cock and he wanted it right now. I gently extracted
my fingers and saw his ring slowly dilate. Leaning over him to kiss I
positioned myself and smoothly and effortlessly entered his red hot gut. He
just gave a gasp and a jerk and then he held my hips to stop me getting
carried away and smiled up at me. 'Fuck me, Petey.'

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind man or somesuch crap so I slowly
worked my way in feeling his soft inside clamp on me and virtually milk me
as he clamped to my thrusts and relaxed to my withdrawals. We were a bloody
good pair and in spite of myself I took my time right until the end when I
went a bit potty. Now I know where the phrase 'lost in the moment' comes
from. I was pistoning into his slick tightness and could feel my balls
shrink, I was bubbling under. I had a feeling that I was floating above
looking down on this pale skinned boy thrusting into a darker skinned
beauty and realised it was me and then it happened. I felt the surge like a
steam heated blast of hot boy spunk race up my uretha, burning and searing
as it went and then the blessed relief as It voided into my sweet Ali. He
closed his eyes and writhed upon my meat as I sent wave after wave of my
essence inrto his body, it was a super cum, Talk about climate change and
super storms, this was it, I was dying. I clung to him without even the
strength to kiss as my cock took charge and did it's business. At the end I
slowly moved in his slippery hole and withdrew. Enough was enough and he
looked as wiped out as I felt.

'Alright?' Why the hell ask that? I suppose it must be traditional.

'I feel fucked,' he grinned and put his hand on the back of my sweat soaked
neck bring my face down for a kiss, a gentle kiss this time.

In all the stories they say we fucked again and again and give something
like a football score at the end but we didn't. He aborted and we showered
again and we then remade the bed. It was over for the time being and we
were happy in our lovelust, whatever you want to call it. I suppose we were
boyfriends now it was far too moreish (to coin a horrible bit of new
Englishspeak) to be a one off. He was my first and after many years I
appreciate he was the best, the one I remembered upto the present day. But
there were more developements to come. My contribution to this story is
over but Ali will take you forward and let you know how our relationship
both firmed up and expanded into a real family affair.



			    To be continued in
				  Part 2


Part Two - Omar's Story in one week from now.

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