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 XII
                           Strip Show                          
                            <Jordan>

     Rainy days can really be boring.  I'd spent the whole
morning watching TV and playing with everything in my room, but
now it was afternoon, and it was still raining.  I was feeling
kind of...sexy, and I thought I'd go see what Derek was doing. 
Maybe he'd want to fool around.
     Walking into Derek's room though, my hopes of that happening
pretty much disappeared.  Caine was taking a nap and Derek was
really into this book.
     "Hey, Derek, do you want to do anything?" I asked, softly.
     "No, not right now.  I'm on a good part.  Maybe later we
could do something."
     "Okay."
     I turned around and headed downstairs.
     "Hi, sweetheart," Mom called from the kitchen.  She was
folding laundry while watching Oprah.
     "Hi, Mom.  Where's Seth?"
     "I think he's downstairs."
     I opened the basement door and trooped on down to see him. 
His door was closed, so I knocked and was about to open it and
catch him by surprise (maybe he was naked and doing something
nasty), but he called "Come in" at that moment.
     "Hey, Jordan.  Whatcha up to?"
     "Nothing.  I'm bored."
     Seth was watching TV--Oprah, too.
     "Did you want to do something?  This is kind of stupid."
     "Yeah.  Like what?"
     "How about a card game?" he asked.
     "Sure."
     Seth turned off the TV and got up to look for a deck of
cards.  I sat down on the other side of the bed from where he'd
been.  Seth clicked on his CD player during his search before he
came back with a deck and plopped them down on the bed.
     We played a couple hands of hearts and then played started
in on War when a knock came at the door.
     "Come in," Seth called.
     When Caine opened the door, I was a little disappointed. 
Most of the time he was a real dork when he was around me, and I
knew for sure that nothing would happen now with Seth and I. 
Although sometimes Caine did come through for me when it came to
fooling around...
     "What are you guys doin'?"
     "Just playin' cards.  Did you want to join us?" Seth asked.
     Caine shrugged.  "Not really.  How about Monopoly though?"
     Seth looked at me.  I nodded.
     "Okay, sure."
     I started getting all the cards together, and Seth went to
his closet to pull out the Monopoly board.  We started setting it
up on floor.  I picked the shoe because it's my favorite piece. 
We'd gone a few times around the board before we took a little
break.  Seth ran to the bathroom, and Caine left to get something
to drink.
     While they were gone, I snuck a peak at the Community Chest
cards to see if any of the next ones would be worth getting. 
Caine popped back into the room a couple minutes later, and then
Seth returned.
     "Hey, good song!" he said, nodding his head in time to the
heavy bass beat.
     He went to the CD player and turned it up, lightly slapping
his thigh and tapping his feet.
     "Go Seyaath, go Seyaath, go Seyaath," Caine chanted.
     "Yeah, dance for us," I chimed in, laughing.
     Seth really started getting into it then for us, swaying to
the music, stomping his feet and swinging his head to and fro. 
He chuckled as he playfully lifted the tip of his shirt for us to
show a little smooth flesh.
     "Yeah!" I shouted.  "Do a strip show!"
     Seth laughed and shook his head like he wasn't going to do
it, but he pulled his shirt up a little higher.  Then he dropped
it and turned, pushing his butt back a little at us while he kept
on jerking his body to the beat.
     "More skin!" Caine joked.
     Suddenly Seth dropped his pants and stuck his butt out even
farther to show us his plaid boxer shorts.  Then he hiked them
back up and turned around, jamming even more to the music. 
Slowly he pulled his shirt up over his torso and then whipped it
off his head and threw it at Caine.
     Caine chuckled as he caught it, and then started let out a
loud yah!  I whistled as Seth continued to gyrate his hips,
showing off the band of plaid above his baggy pants.  Then he
started to slowly unbutton the pants and pull down the zipper.
     "More skin.  C'mon baby!" Caine called.
     Seth laughed and turned around.  He slowly slid down his
pants and then let them drop to his ankles.  He stepped out of
them and then turned around with a little smile on his face.
     My shorts were getting a little uncomfortable, so I adjusted
myself and felt my boner press against the tight fabric.
     "You guys wanna see more?" Seth teased.
     "Yeah!" I yelled.
     I picked up some Monopoly money and waved it in front of me.
     "Hmm," he said, appearing to consider it.
     Seth continued to dance for us and playfully pulled down his
boxers to show just a hint of his blond pubes before snatching
them back up.
     "How about you?" Seth asked Caine.  "How much are you
putting up?"
     Caine laughed, and grabbed some money and offered it.
     "My, my," Seth said, pretending to be surprised.
     He danced over to Caine and let him stick a few bills in the
waistband of his boxers.  Then Seth danced over to me, and I
added some more.
     Seth returned to center stage and twirled a couple times
before ending up with his back to us.  He hooked his fingers in
the waistband and slowly peeled them down over his white butt. 
Then they dropped to his ankles and the money fluttered to the
floor after them.
     He turned slowly around until he stood facing us proudly
with his erection bouncing up and down in front of him.
     "Yah!" Caine and I cheered, clapping our hands and
whistling.
     "Okay, who's next?" Seth asked.  "You, Caine?"
     Caine shrugged.  "Sure, I'll give it a try."
     He jumped up and took Seth's spot on the floor.  Seth sat
down next to me, and he didn't bother to put anything on.
     A slower tune came on next, and Caine quickly matched the
pace with his own bump and grind.  His whole body started
wiggling in slow snake-like motions as he started to slowly pull
his T-shirt up over his lean muscular torso.  He popped it up off
his head and tossed it on the floor.
     Then he danced around a little bit more, throwing us silly
sexy glances.  He reached into the waistband of his sweatpants
and started to pull those down, slowly bending at the knees and
moving in time to the music as he did so.  Underneath he wore a
white jockstrap that was stretching at the seams.
     He sat down on the floor and whipped the pants off his feet
before tossing them aside.  Then he got up and danced over to
Seth.  He slowly ground his crotch just a couple inches away from
Seth's face.  I noticed then that Seth was slowly jacking on his
cock.  I started rubbing my own hard dick through the fabric of
my shorts.  Caine danced over in front of me then and turned
around, pointing his white butt in my face.  He pulled down the
jockstrap then, and I could see his pink hole as he bent over. 
His balls fell out of the cloth, and I could see them from
behind.
     Caine carried his jockstrap with him to the middle of the
dance floor and bit on it.  We both laughed.  Then he threw it to
Seth and started thrusting his hips in time to the music; his
hardon slapped against his stomach.  Then the song came to an
end, and we both clapped.
     "I think there's something wrong with this picture," Caine
said, walking back over to us.
     "What?" Seth asked.
     Caine pointed at me.  Seth turned and smiled as he got the
idea.
     They both rushed me at once, tearing at my clothing.  I
complained and said "no" a couple times, but I really did want to
get naked with them, so I didn't care.
     Soon they had me stripped of my clothes and the three of us
lay there naked stroking our dicks.
     "Hey, I've got an idea," Caine said.
     "What is it?" I asked.
     "Let's see who can shoot the farthest."
     "Okay," Seth agreed.
     I shrugged and decided to go along with it.  I was getting
pretty close to coming after that sexy show by my brothers, and I
could think of a better way to get off, but if this is what they
wanted...
     Seth brought out a dirty blue towel and laid it across his
bed.  We all lined up beside each other and started beating our
meat.  I worked up quickly to warp speed on my cock and felt my
whole body get hot as I came.  I shot a couple of times onto the
towel, and I tried to get it to go as far as I could, but it only
landed a few inches from the head, leaving a couple white stains
on the towel.
     Then Caine was up to bat.  He let out a loud groan and cum
started shooting in a high arc out and onto the towel: one, two,
three times.  A few more drips landed closer to where I'd made my
mark, but I could see Caine was way ahead of me with marks easily
a couple feet out on the towel.
     Seth was coming at about the same time too with a huge load
that landed all along the towel in a fairly straight line.  We
all wiped off our sticky heads and then looked closely at the
marks.  It was pretty close, within a couple inches, but Caine
was the winner that day.