Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2016 23:12:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: hill.sm@yahoo.com
Subject: Bradley and Jay II

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Bradley and Jay II
By S.M. Hill


Two months ago I hid in the closet and watched as my brother fucked his
girlfriend Luci for the first time. Since that night my brother spent more
and more time with Luci. I assumed they were fucking. I know my brother
didn't seem to want to jerk off with me much anymore. He would come home
just before his curfew was up, take a shower, come to bed. He'd tell me
about what he did. How he'd felt her up at the movie theater, or how she
jerked him off in the park. He didn't mention if they had full blown actual
sex again but I assumed they did.

His stories would get my boner worked up and I'd be in bed slowly stroking
myself under the sheets. The imagery in my head wasn't of Luci or her
breasts, it was of Bradley. The way his ass clenched as he pumped into
her. The way his shoulders moved as his thrusts became more and more
powerful. It was the taste of his cum, as it burst out of the condom he
used to fuck her, as I chewed on it in a hormone induced sexual mania. It
was his dick, thick with a helmet head, and the way it throbbed and pulsed
as his balls released his pent up sexual energy all over my body when we
would wank together. It was the feel of his juice, warm and sticky, as it
coated my chest and stomach as my big brother would use me as his cum rag.

In his bed on the other side of the room, my brother would be sleeping,
leaving me to enjoy the wonderous feelings of self love as I worked myself
up to a release.

One day, after school, Bradley was waiting for me. He used to wait for me
everyday, but since his involvement with Luci, it had been happening less
and less frequently.

"Jay! What's up? How's your day?"

"Pretty good. Got a B on my math quiz. Porter and Carl almost got into a
fight at lunch but Mr. Walker broke it up before anything more than shoving
could happen."

"Really? I remember Walker. He's a hardass. I bet those guys are going to
have detention for a month."

"What're you doing here, Bradley? Didn't expect to see you today. Thought
you be out with Luci or something," I said.

"Well, yeah...Luci doesn't want to see me right now. She's pissed at me I
think." My brother's voice had just the slightest tinge of regret.

"What happened? What did you do?" I asked.

"Oh it's nothing. She saw me talking to Jennifer Smith before class today
and she totally blew a fuse. Suddenly I'm cheating on her and all this blah
blah blah nonsense. I told her it was nothing, but well...you know how
girls can be."

"Girls are dumb, Bradley. I don't know why you mess with them."

"Well you DO know why I mess with them, Jay. You were there, remember?"
Bradley chuckled and playfully shoved me.

"Yeah, ok. I guess there's THAT. But...," I stopped myself, not quite sure
where I was going with it.

"Yeah, well anyway, Pete invited me out to the woods this Friday. Thought
you'd might like to come along. I know we haven't spent much time together
lately. You wanna go?" Bradley asked.

The woods, as we called it, was a spot on the edge of town. It was
technically private property but no one seemed to know for sure who owned
it. The high school kids would organize parties out there. I had never
been, and neither had Bradley.

"To the woods? Isn't that just for the high schoolers? Would I even be
allowed to go? Mom would freak out."

"Mom will be fine with it. She's been saying you need to make new
friends. Besides, you'll be with me. I'll look out for you. But, this is
important now, Jay," his voice became serious. "What happens there stays
there. You can't tell anyone what you see there or what goes down there."

"Well, gee Bradley, that sounds ominous. Is it ritual sacrifice? Satan
worship? What the fuck is going on in those woods that no one can know
about," I asked rather incredulously. "Besides, Bradley, I'm not
snitch. You of all people ought to know that."

"Yeah. I do know, bro. I'm not sure what goes on out there to be
honest. It's just what Pete told me, so I'm telling you. Oh, one more
thing. I'm kinda going out on a limb here bringing a lowly eigth grader to
a high school hangout. So just don't be...how do I put this nicely?
Annoying as fuck. OK?" His mischievious grin cracked across his face as he
said that last part.

* * * * * * * * * *

The flames of the bonfire flickered in the darkness. Shadows jumped
gleefully against the night as if they were dancing with the cold November
wind. The dense patch of trees that surrounded the clearing were black and
forboding, reaching up into the sky. Their branches bare, or nearly so.

The faces huddled around the light and the warmth of the fire were masked
in shadow and light at once beautiful and grotesque. Never the same, always
changing. Perpetual motion as the flames flickered and the light escaped up
into the sky as if the infinite heavens were calling out to them.

It was a Friday and in the calendar of the young horde gathered together
that meant fun, freedom, and friendship and occasionally trouble. Laughing
voices, loud music, and the rowdiness of of pent up youth yearning for
release from the constraints of mundane suburban life.

My brother was kind of enough to bring me along with him. At 15, Bradley
was a sophomore in high school. He was popular enough and had enough social
status that no one thought twice when he showed up with his 13 year old
brother, still in middle school. The truth is, I don't think anyone even
noticed me or cared.

Of course, the downside of that was that aside from my brother, and a
handful of his friends, I didn't know anyone there. I wouldn't start high
school until the fall of the following year. Of course, my social
awkwardness didn't help me break the ice with these older kids, with whom I
didn't know or have much in common. So I spent most of the time just
sitting by the fire, doing what I did best: Watching. Watching the flames,
watching the guys try to hit on the girls to varying degrees of
success. Some of the guys would get into macho displays of dominance and
try to one up each other. Some were drinking beer. Others were smoking
pot. There was a touch football game going on, although in the creeping
darkness it was to tough for me to follow. Mostly though, people were just
hanging out and talking with their own group of friends.

My brother was sitting with his friends talking up a girl. They were
sitting at a picnic table located just on the edge of the treeline. I could
tell he was trying to impress her. He was showing off his most prized
possession: his skateboard. To me, it was a piece of junk. The finish was
all scraped up, the paint was chipped. But to my brother it was a totem of
who he was and what he was all about. Every scratch, every chip told a
story and he was doing his damndest to regale those tales to the newest
object of his attention. His knees were constantly scraped and bleeding
because of that thing. His hands and elbows too. It seemed only a matter of
luck that he hadn't cracked his head wide open because of that thing. I
wondered if he told the truth about how much he wiped out or if he
portrayed himself as the greatest skater who ever lived. We're all the
heroes in our own stories, after all.

Bradley had a confidence about him that I never had. He was smooth in
social situations whereas I was awkward and clumsy. Bradley could enter a
room full of strangers and make dozens of friends instantly. I would enter
a room full of strangers and find the nearest corner to hide in. He knew
that. I think that's why he wanted me to come with him. He thought maybe
it'd help me make some friends or get socialized.

His confidence was in full effect tonight and it seemed to be working
wonders on that unknown girl. I watched as her hand would graze his arm,
then playfully she shoved his chest. She lauged when he laughed. She didn't
seem able to keep her eyes off of him.

I couldn't either. I felt something I had been feeling occasionally,
usually when Bradley would tell me about his exploits with Luci. It was
jealousy, I think. Resentment too, perhaps. It starts as a pang deep in
your stomach, like you're starving, but not for food. It's almost naseau,
but not quite. Was this girl going to be the new Luci? Was she going to
take the place of the girl who took my place?

Lost in my thoughts and staring into the glowing embers of the fire, I
didn't notice that Bradley and the girl had disappeared from the picnic
table where they were sitting.

I pulled myself up and walked over to Pete, who was still at the table
playing a card game with someone.

"Hey Pete, have you seen Bradley," I asked.

"Yeah, he'll be back in a minute. He went with for a walk with Barbara," he
said not looking up from his cards.

"A walk? Well, do you know where?"

"Out in the woods. Just hang out, he'll be back before too long."

I did not take Pete's advice. I did not hang out and wait. I went looking
for my brother.

The woods were dark, but the half moon was out. The branches were bare,
being a cool November, so a lot of the moonlight drifted down into the
woods giving the area a ghostly silver glow. It was a little bit, creepy, I
won't lie. But, I didn't let that deter me from my quest to find my brother
and this girl Barbara.

After a few minutes of following the path and finding no evidence of my
brother or the girl, I was just about to give up. I turned around to head
back the way I came. Then I heard my brother's laugh off to my right. I
followed it a bit until I spotted a couple of dark figures leaning up
against a tree. I crept a bit closer and sure enough it was Bradley and
Barbara.

From my vantage point I could make them out in perfect profile. Bradley had
his back against a tree leaning on it, while Barbara was leaning against
him. Chest against chest. Face against face. Mouth on mouth. They were
kissing. Well, more than kissing. It looked like they were devouring each
other.

I was about to interrupt when Bradley said something to hear. I couldn't
hear what, but she dropped down to one knee and started to unzip his
pants. His dick was hard, and protruding out in front of him rather
obscenely. The girl, Barabara, wrapped her hand around it and started
rubbing it.

The jealousy flared up inside of me. But it wasn't the only thing
flaring. My own dick was throbbing as it responded to the sight in front of
me.

"That feels good," Bradley moaned. "Will you suck it for me though?
Please?" His voice had a desperate edge to it.

"Well, ok. But only because I like you," the girl replied and then engulfed
Bradley's erect penis.

"Ohhh fuck, babe. That's so nice."

I watched as my brother got his dick sucked in the woods by a girl named
Barbara. She would suck him for a few minutes before he announced he was
close to cumming. I couldn't make out all the details in the silvery light
but she didn't seem to take him all. She'd take a few inches in her mouth,
then back off, and repeat. As far as blowjobs go, I'm not sure it was
history's greatest. But it was good enough for my brother right then and
there.

"Oh I'm close," Bradley groaned.

"Don't cum on me," the girl said as she removed her mouth from his member
and started jerking it instead.

"Oh yeah, keep doing that. Just like that. Fuck. Fuck. Here it comes."
Barbara removed her hand from Bradley's dick just as he was approaching the
finish. I guess she really didn't want my brother's cum on her as my
brother was left to stroke himself off to his big finish. As he came, he
turned around, so that his back was to the girl and he was now facing the
tree.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. His hand stopped jerking and I could tell he was
shooting his load. He made that same sound, with the same little gasp, and
the same deep throated groan whenever we would jerk together.

After a few seconds of bliss and recovery, he tucked his dick back into his
pants, and zipped up. Barbara took something out of her purse, at first I
thought it was a flask, but it turned out to be a travel bottle of mouth
wash. She swished it around the spit it out on the ground. Bradley, pulled
her into a kiss, and said "That was great. Thank you for doing that for
me. We should get back. I bet my brother is wondering where I've been."

I ducked behind a tree and hoped they wouldn't see me as they walked past
and headed back to the clearing with the others.

My own dick was still throbbing. Not wanting to risk being seen, I was
afraid to breathe, let alone touch myself while I was watching my brother's
oral experience. After they were gone, I made my way over to where they
were standing.

I pulled my own dick out and started to stoke. I could see my brother's cum
splattered against the tree. Gravity was slowly pulling it down. I reached
a finger out and touched it. Even though the night was cold, the cum was
still warm. I scooped some of it into my fingers and brought it up to my
mouth. My other hand was still rubbing my dick as I opened my mouth and
tasted the gooey remains of my brother's load.

I was just on the edge when a voice called out to me.

"Jay! What are you doing out here?" My brother was walking up behind me.

"Um...Taking a leak. Give me a minute."

He didn't. Instead he walked right up to me and he could see that I was
not, in fact, taking a leak.

"Jay! What the fuck! Put that away dude!" His voice was a loud whisper,
which sounded more like a constrained scream.

"Not the time or the place for that shit, man. What the fuck? What if
someone caught you? You're lucky it's me and not someone else. You really
want to start your high school career being known as a chronic masturbator?
Jesus. Not cool, little bro. Not to mention, my own rep. I told people here
you were cool and then this is what I find you doing? Save that shit for
home, or at the very least, a bathroom. I thought we talked about this." He
voice was frustrated but his face had an amused look on it.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I just got horny, and thought it would be private
enough back here."

"Well you're just lucky it was me, and not someone else. Now, come on. it's
past eleven o'clock. We gotta get home."

* * * * * * * * * *

The walk home was a bit awkward, which was new. I'd never felt anything but
comfortable and safe with my brother, now it felt like there was something
getting in the way of that. My own feelings were a jumble I couldn't sort
out.

The silence was broken by Bradley.

"Oh, hey! Jay. Look what I bought from Pete's friend." He said and produced
a cigarette from his pocket.

"Cigarettes are gross Bradley. You shouldn't smoke that."

"You know, you're awfully dense for someone with such a cool brother. It's
not a cigarette, you dope. It's a joint. You know, pot?"

"Mom will kill you if she's finds that."

"Well, she's not gonna. If you don't say anything to her, I'll share it
with you."

"Bradley, I dunno. Drugs are...

"Bad, mmmkay," he completed my sentence with a smile and a chuckle.

"Trust me bro. One joint isn't going to ruin your life, ok? I smoked with
Pete before and it was fine. It makes you feel good. Just don't tell
mom. We'll wait till she's asleep, then we'll smoke up."

I was a little uncomfortable at the idea, but he was my brother and I
trusted him. I would do anything for him, hell I watched him lose his
virginity. Would smoking one joint be that much worse?

"Okay," I sighed as we approached our house.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mom was waiting up for us. She had granted a one time curfew extenion of
11:30 for tonight, and we had made it home just in time. She wanted to hear
about the goings on of the night, so we told her, leaving out the most
interesting parts of course.

Satisfied that we had stayed out of trouble, she kissed us good night and
headed up to bed. Bradley and I went through our own nightly routine,
brushing our teeth, washing up, changing for bed.

When we were settled, Bradley grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stuffed
it under the door.

"This," he said "will keep the smell from drifting out of the room."

He opened the window just a crack. The cool air of early November rushed
in. Bradley was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, I was in my pajamas
as we sat down underneather the window, side by side.

He produced the joint and a box of matches from his bag.

"Now, when you take a hit, you want to take a deep breath and try to hold
it in as long as possible. You're probably going to feel the urge to cough
a lot. Just keep in mind, if mom hears you hacking up a lung, she'll come
in here and we'll both be dead. Ok, so no pressure, Jay. Just watch me, and
do what I do."

With that he put the joint in his mouth, struck the match, lit the joint
and took a deep heavy drag. He try to exhale out through the window but
some of the smoke lingered in our bed room. He coughed, softly.

"Damn, Jay. That's what I'm talking about!"

He passed it to me.

I tried to do what he did. I put it in my mouth. I sucked it deep. The
smoke burned and whatever I had managed to inhale was wasted as I coughed
it out immediately.

Bradley laughed at my coughing fit.

"Well...not quite, little brother, but not bad for your first time," he put
his arm around me and pulled me closer to him in a half hug. I could feel
the hair under his arms as it tickled the back of neck. My dick, which had
been denied relief earlier in the night suddenly woke up again. Being close
to my brother, feeling his skin touch mine, feeling his love as he bothed
laughed at me and mentored me in a way only a big brother can, caused that
feeling deep down inside to stir again.

I was starting to feel a warm fuzziness in my head. It started right behind
my eyes and worked it's way around. The pot, I'm sure, was having it's
effect.

"Bradley?"

"Yeah?"

"Who was that girl you were with tonight? You were showing her your board,
and Pete said you took a walk with her."

"Oh...that was Barbara. Barbara Sheen the BJ queen," he chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Oh that's just what Pete calls here. Apparently she gives blow jobs to
anyone who asks. But she has to like you, so maybe not ANYONE."

"Did you ask her," I already knew the answer, but I was testing him.

"Umm...yeah. I did. That's why we went for that walk." He said as he took
another drag and passed it to me. I took a hit, was able to hold it a bit
longer this time, but still ended up coughing it out.

My dick pulsed as I remember the imagery of that "walk".

"Hey you seem to be having trouble with that," my brother said as he moved
to face me. "Let's try something, maybe it will be easier for you. It's
called a shotgun. I'm going to take a hit, but when I breathe out, I'm
going to breathe out into your mouth. Understand?"

I looked at him, confused.

"Well, all you really gotta do is open your mouth, ok?"

Bradley took a deep drag, held it in for a few seconds then motioned for
me. He brought his faces within inches of mine, his lips almost touching
mine as he exhaled.

I was able to keep it down longer, then I exhaled, without coughing this
time.

"Well, well...looks like little Jay's finally getting the hang of smoking a
jay." He laughed at his own wordplay.

He was still sitting in front of me, facing me. The same way we'd sit
sometimes when we'd jerk off together. I could also notice a sizeable lump
in his boxer briefs.

"Hey Bradley, your dick's hard." I said with a giggle.

"Yeah, smoking pot makes me horny. If only Barbara Sheen the bj queen were
here," he said as he tugged on his dick through the fabric.

"Hey Bradley, my dick is hard too," I said in an uncharacteristically
forward way.

"Yeah, I bet. I did interrupt you earlier. What the hell was that, by the
way?"

"I told you. I just got horny." I felt like I was blushing, but if i was
Bradley didn't say anything.

"You wanna jerk off with me, bro," I asked, again, unlike me.

I was already stepping out of my pajamas, when Bradley's boxerbriefs hit me
in the face.

"Catch, Jay!" He laughed.

We were now both naked, with raging boners. Bradley started stroking his
dick. I loved watching him. His dick was longer and thicker than mine, and
his balls were larger too. He had a helmet shaped head, and a full bush of
dark hair around his crotch.

I watched him for a moment before grabbing my own 5 incher. It was skinnier
and shorter, but I was younger.

My brother's body was more mature than my own. His muscles were defined, he
had the startings of a six pack showing on his stomach.

He was stroking his dick with his left hand while his right hand was
rubbing all over his chest. I knew his methods. Whenever he was close to
coming his right hand would go down to his pelvis and he'd rub the bone
underneath his pubic hair until he shot his load.

He wasn't quite there yet.

As for me, I was using my right hand. My left hand was massaging my ball
sack.

My body was skinny, awkward. My legs were too long and my arms were too
short. I had some pubic hair and the beginnings of underarm hair, but I was
smooth everywhere else. My stomach was skinny, boyish, undefined. If I had
any muscles they weren't showing.

I flashed back to the woods earlier in the night. I could still taste the
cum Barbara the bj queen wanted nothing to do with. Why would you suck dick
if you didn't want the cum? Wasn't that the whole point of sucking dick, I
thought? Girls are weird, I thought.

Nevertheless her loss was my gain as I relived those moments from
earlier. Even when Bradley caught me with my hardon out, that was exciting
and exhillerating, if a bit frightening, in its own way.

I was intoxicated. By the pot and by watching my brother's beautiful body
and dick do what came naturally to him. He was perfect to me.

I shot my load first. The denial of earlier in the evening put me on edge,
and I'm sure the pot helped. The way we were sitting, face to face, legs
intertwined, my juice had nowhere to go but on Bradley's stomach.

He was deep in his wank when the feeling of my cum on his skin brought him
back to me.

"Damn, little bro. You spooged on me!" His strokes increased in pace and
intensity. His right hand headed down to his pelvic bone and began to
rub. He was close, I could tell.

I laid down in front of him. He was kneeling above me. My own juice was
starting to leak down from his stomach into his dark bush. His dick was
just inches above my own. I wanted his cum on my skin. I wanted to feel his
gooey stickiness on my body. The sound of his hand stoking his dick. His
balls slapping against his hand as he thrusts into it.

I was getting hard again so I started stroking again. Given the erotically
charged situation, I knew it wouldn't take me long to shoot again. I was 13
and had a hair trigger. My brother, 15, and sexually active, having gotten
a blowjob a few hours earlier, working on his second load of the night in
earnest, and getting really close.

"Oh fuck, Jay. I'm 'bout to cum," he said, followed by a short gasp and the
deep throated groan that was the tell tale sign of his orgasm.

His dick pulsed as the first glob of white cream shot out of the head with
volcanic force. It spurted above me and landed on the wall behind me, I
think. The second and third string of creamy goo splattered my neck and
chest, the fourth landed lower on my stomach.

In a heated fit I scooped up his cum of my stomach with my right hand and
smeared it on my own dick to use as lube as I stroked hard and faster and
finally with an explosive groan, feeling my own brother's cum on my dick, I
shot my second load. It oozed out, in an unimpressive show of virility, but
I was sated and relaxed.

My brother collapsed by my side on the carpet floor where we stayed for a
while, basking in the afterglow.

We were both sticky and messy and covered in cum. I was covered in
Bradley's and my own, and he was covered in mine.

I nuzzled up next to his naked body and put my head on his chest as he put
his arm around me and pulled me in close.

"Damn, Jay. I think we made a mess." He chuckled.

It was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.