From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight)
Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 15 Apr 1996 14:44:36 UTC
Subject: Brothers & Lovers

     The following is an erotic short story involving teenage
males.  It is a fictional story dreamed up by the writer's
overactive imagination and is not intended to resemble any real
situation.  However, the idea of teenage males having sex with
each other is something that we all know happens a lot in this
world.  Only the ignorant will try to deny it.
     You may distribute this story electronically as you wish
with this header intact, and you can print out one copy for your
personal use, but any other publication of this material will
require the author's written consent.
     This story is one in a series dealing with the same family
of brothers.  Each story is basically intended to stand on its
own without having too much overlap, but if you miss one and
would like a copy, you'll have to appeal to the net community at
large to repost stories you miss.  I don't have the time to
answer all requests for back issues.  I barely have time to write
these stories.
     As always, comments and encouragement are welcome.  Now,
enjoy!

                    Brothers & Lovers I
                           <Seth>

     I never figured having a broken arm could be such a pain in
the ass!  Sure there are the obvious things like having a hard
time dressing, showering, writing, and everything, but I never
thought I'd be so horny!
     I broke it skiing, and of course it was the right one.  The
one attached to my most important hand.  The one hand I do my
most important business with.  If you're a 16 year old male or
have been one, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
     It had been a few weeks since the ski trip and the pressure
was really starting to get to me, so I decided to hole up in my
room for a little bit and see if I could get business taken care
of.  I'd tried before with my left, but it just wasn't any good. 
It couldn't get the rhythm down and it all was just awkward and
unfulfilling.
     But I thought I'd give it another shot.  I had to try again
for my dick's sake before we went crazy.  I undid the button on
my jeans.  This went much smoother than past weeks: my left
fingers were beginning to learn the ropes.  My pants dropped to
my ankles with little effort (I like to wear my clothes real
loose.)
     Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxer
shorts and those fell to my ankles easily as well.  My cock stuck
straight up at me from my pale blonde pubes.  Liquid glistened at
the tip as if begging me to squeeze it all out. I was going to
try, that's for sure.
     I stepped out of the clothes and then sat down on my bed.  I
propped up a pillow behind my back and put the Kleenix box right
beside my thigh just in case I was successful.  Then I wrapped my
left hand around my tool and slowly started to slide the skin up
and down its warm lenght.
     An actual sigh left my mouth as th skin moved slowly over my
aching cock.  Already pleasure danced up and down my groin. 
Leaning back I closed my eyes and relaxed as I continued to
stroke myself.
     The tension started to simmer at the base of my dick, but
this was only a tease for me.  I needed the release right now. 
It had been way too long.
     I started to speed up my stroking and lit my lip as I
concentrated on a steady motion in my left arm...but it just
wasn't happning.  It was just too..jerky.  A few flawless strokes
and then my hand would catch at the wrong time and throw it off.
     There was just no way I was going to be able to jerk on my
meat fast enough to come.
     "Shit!" I whispered.
     Suddenly there was a knock at my door.  Anxious surprise
shot through my body.  I hopped to my feet and stepped into my
boxers.  As quickly as I could I jerked them up my legs and
arranged them on my waist.  Since my room, a fairly new room in
the basement, had no lock...yet (that was probably something I
would change)I figured I better get as decent as I could before
my visitor popped in.
     "Come in!" I called, sitting back down and hastily throwing
the pillow over my crotch to hid the bulge.
     The door flew open, and Caine, my cute 14 year old brother,
stood there with a big smile on his face.  He was wearing gray
sweatpants and a tight T-shirt, both of which looked good on his
lithe, muscular body.
     "Hey, Seth."
     "Hey, what's up?" I asked.
     "I was wondering it I could get a ride," he explained.
     "Where and when?"
     "I've got practice at 7:00.  Mom's gotta take Jordan to
Scouts, so..."
     "Yeah, sure I can take ya."
     "Great!"
     Caine was really into gymnastics and had practice for the
team what seemed like, to me, every night, but was probably only
two or three times a week.
     As Caine started to close the door, this idea slammed into
my brain.
     "Hey, Caine, wait a minute," I said.
     "Yeah?"
     "Come here and close the door."
     Caine arched an eyebrow and then grinned.  Shrugging, he
closed the door and walked over to me.
     "I'll give you a ride if you do something for me," I started
to tell him.
     "Sure.  What?"
     "You know, with my arm in this cast," I said, shaking it for
him, "there are a few things I'm having a problem doing."
     Caine nodded.
     "Like," I said, casting my eyes downward meaningfully.  When
Caine didn't get it, I looked down again and gestured with my
left hand.
     "Oh!" Caine exclaimed, his eyes opening wide.  "Man, that's
really rough."
     Then Caine chuckled a little.
     "Thanks, Caine.  I'm glad you think this is funny.  I'm
dyin'."
     "Sorry, bro."
     "Are you going to help me out?"
     Caine thought about it and then nodded.
     "I know how I'd feel, and I'd want you to do it."
     "Great."
     I tossed the pillow and stood up.
     "Could you take off my shorts?"
     Without answering, Caine reached forward and grabbed the
waistband.  He pulled them down over my hips, and then they
dropped to the floor.  Immediately my cock responded as it sensed
rescue at hand.  With a jerk it swelled to half mast.
     "Nice equipment, Seth," Caine said, nodding.
     "Thanks."
     "How are we gonna do this?" Caine asked.
     "Let's see...if I sat down here," and I sat down in my
original position, "Do you think you can do it like this?"
     "I'll try," Caine answered.
     He plopped down on the bed beside me, his eyes fixed on my
dick which was now standing at attention.  Cautiously he
stretched out his hand and wrapped it around my dick.  Oh, that
felt good!
     Caine started to pull back on the loose skin, down to the
base of my cock before he came back up to the head. 
     "It's kinda neat," Caine murmured.
     "Feels great, Caine."
     "Is there, like, anything you want me to do special?"
     I shrugged.  "Do you do anything different?"
     "Um, I..."
     "Go on," I urged.
     He stroked up and down two more times, and the tingling
continued to grow.
     "It's just that I like to do it in the shower a lot.  It
gets slippery."
     I nodded.  Then I closed my eyes since the pressure in my
groin was building.
     "Do it a little tighter," I whispered.
     His grip tightened and the stroking sped up.  His hand on my
dick was incredible.  There was excitement in the uncertainty
another person's hand brought.  When would he go faster?  Was he
going to bring me off now?  I was on the edge, that's for sure.
     My hips started thrusting up into his fist, and I grabbed
big handfuls of the comforter as I grew closer.  I continued to
spiral upward as Caine stroked faster and faster.
     I felt like I was going out of my mind as the sexual
pressure surged in my crotch.
     "Faster!" I breathed.
     I couldn't get enough.  After going so long without, my
brother's technique was absolutely wonderful.  He sped up even
more, and my hips gyrated like crazy.
     Then I was exploding all over.  I grabbed Caine's wrist and
squeezed real hard as my whole body tensed up.  I felt hot semen
boil out of my cock and pump stream after stream outward.  So
lost in that intense pleasure it wasn't until later that I
realized that some of it had landed on my thighs.
     When I was all done, I opened my eyes and gave Caine a huge
smile.  He laughed.
     "That was one big load," Caine congratulated me.
     "I told you it was a long time."
     I looked around now and saw splotches of come on my shirt
and bed and on Caine's hand.
     "Thanks, Caine.  We better get this cleaned up."
     He wiped off his hand with the Kleenix, and then we cleaned
up my thighs and the bed.  He helped me out of my shirt and then
into my clothes.  I buried the sticky glob of Kleenix in the
bottom of the wastebasket, but my room still smelled like cum the
next day.