From: mknight@anon (M. Knight)
Subject: Brothers & Lovers XIX
Date: Sun, 06 Apr 1997 05:13:47 GMT

     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.
     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.
     Sorry, I won't be able to send out any copies of stories you
miss.  As always, comments and encouragement are welcome.  You
can post them to alt.sex.stories.d, and I'll check in for them. 
Now, enjoy!

                   Brothers & Lovers XIX
                            <Derek>

     Slowly waking up that morning, I became aware of a total
feeling of warmth and relaxation first as I lay there in my
sleeping bag.  The flannel lining had trapped my body heat all
night long while the thick down exterior felt like a soft cocoon
around my body.
     I lay there with my eyes closed, pulling the sleeping bag
tighter while I became aware of more sensations.  The familiar
feeling of my erection poked insistently against my lower
stomach, and I could feel the scratchy elastic waistband of my pj
bottoms against its sensitive head.
     Shifting slightly to my left, I glanced up at the bed and
could see the outline of my cousin Paul's body under the covers. 
Watching for a couple seconds I saw the sheets rise and fall with
each long slow breath.  Assured that he was still asleep, I laid
my head back down on the pillow and slid my hands into my pants.
     Quietly I slid them down to my knees and then pushed with my
legs until they were down around my ankles.  My cock thanked me
as the harsh fabric slid away.  Now my head was caressed by the
warm smooth flannel of the sleeping bag.  I pressed my hips into
it, sliding my cock a couple inches along the soft flannel.
     Sparks of pleasure tickled along my shaft and head.  I slid
back down to my original position and then pushed back up again
with my hips pressing my crotch firmly into the softness.  Slowly
over and over I repeated this, stuck as I was still halfway
between wakefulness and sleep.  If anyone had been watching, I'm
sure I would have looked funny with my butt making the blue bag
push up in the air every once in a while.
     Then I heard some rustling from above me in the bed, and I
abruptly stopped and snapped fully awake.  Looking up, I saw the
fair skinned face of Paul peering bleerily down at me.  He had
the same complexion as me, the same black hair, and even the same
thin long nose.  He was a couple years older than me, but since
we even had similar personalities in addition to our looks, we
got along really well.
     "Hey," he murmured.
     "Hi," I answered.   
     With as little movement as possible, I was trying to slide
my pants back into place.  He laid back down on the bed, so he
couldn't see me, and I quickly slid them completely back into
place.  Now I just had to worry about my obvious boner.
     "Should we grab some breakfast?" he asked.
     "Yeah, I guess.  I'm hungry."
     "Me too."
     He swung his legs out of bed, and I unzipped the sleeping
bag and crawled out of the way.  As he stood up, he quickly
pulled his shirt down over his front but in glancing over at him,
because of this movement, I noticed an obvious bulge in his
pajamas.  I stood up then, and while my erection had started to
go down, I could still see something of it.
     Looking over at Paul, I noticed his gaze snatch away from my
crotch.  I looked at his subconsciously once again to see if it
was going down, but it was still there as big as ever.  Then I
looked up, and our eyes met.  I could see the same uncertainty in
his eyes that I'm sure was in mine.  That 'did he know I caught a
peek?' look.
     Then we just headed on downstairs, and by the time we got
down there my erection was gone, and I'm sure his was too.

     Later that day, Paul walked into our room while I was laying
on my sleeping bag reading a book.
     "Hey, did you wanna do something?" he asked.
     "What?" I asked.
     "I don't know.  Maybe play cards or something," he
suggested.
     I shrugged.  "Yeah, sure, that sounds okay."
     He walked over to his suitcase and dug into one of the side
pockets, drawing out a deck.  I sat up, and he sat down
crosslegged across from me.  We used the smooth nylon surface of
the sleeping bag as our table.
     "So what's it gonna be?" he asked.
     "You know how to play hearts?" I asked.
     He shook his head.  "How about something simple.  How's
war?"
     I laughed.  "I haven't played that one for a long time. 
Sure."
     "Good."
     He shuffled and quickly dealt the cards, and we started
playing.  After the first play through, I had a higher pile.
     "Do you wanna do something to make this a little more...
fun?" he asked.
     The strange way that he said that made me look up at him,
and I noticed his eyes nervously dart away.
     "Like what?" I asked.
     "Well...have you ever heard of, like,...strip poker?" he
asked.
     "Yeah," I nodded, feeling a little twitch of excitment in my
stomach as I realized where he was going.
     "How about Strip War?"
     "Sounds like fun.  How would we play though?" I asked.
     "Well, each time we went through all the cards, we'd measure
piles and whoever's was smaller would have to take something
off," he suggested.
     I considered this.  "But after a while somebody would keep
losing and that person would be totally naked, and the other
would still be wearing all his clothes."
     "How about if one person wins, maybe, three times in a row
we just go ahead and shuffle the deck and deal the cards again."
     "Sounds good," I agreed, assured now that I wouldn't have to
take off my clothes without Paul having to be at least partially
undressed too.
     We continued from that point, and I wound up having the
bigger pile again the next time.  Paul slowly stripped off a sock
and tossed it off to the side.  It was then that we decided on a
couple more rules as to what would count as clothes for each
time.  Paul removed the other sock and threw it over to its mate.
     "Peyuw!" I said, waving a hand in front of my face.
     Paul just chuckled.  "Let's go."
     The next round looked like a tie, and I generously gave it
to Paul.  My socks joined his.
     When I took the next one, I held my breath as I watched him
pull on the bottom of his sweater to pull it over his head.  I
quickly exhaled, disappointed, when I saw he was wearing a white
T-shirt underneath.  Still no serious skin was showing on either
of us.
     Then I won another, and this time I knew I was going to get
to see something.  He pulled the white T-shirt up out of his
pants, and I could see a light dusting of hair just under his
navel.  He slid the T-shirt up his pale lean torso revealing his
large pink nipples and dark armpit hair.  After throwing the T-
shirt on the pile, he fixed his mussed up hair.
     The size of my pile was such that I knew I would probably
win the next round too.  In fact we were probably nearing the
end, and it looked like I would be the big winner all around.  It
turned out I was right, I wound up taking the next one, and he
hardly had any cards left to stack up against my pile.
     Paul stood up and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped
them.  Then he pushed them off his hips and down his legs.  He
wore white jockey shorts, and I could see the outline of his dick
cradled in the soft cotton.   
     "That was three times," Paul announced, sitting down. "Time
to shuffle those things."
     I nodded.  I had been the one to come up with that rule. 
Had I only known things would turn out like this, I would
have kept my mouth shut.
     After only shuffling them a couple times, I dealt the cards,
and we were back in business.  The first time went to Paul, and I
unbuttoned my shirt.  Without any undershirt, the cool air of the
room quickly met my flesh.  I pulled it off and glanced at Paul
to see his eyes watching me closely just as I'd done when he'd
started stripping.
     The next hand was very close, and we argued for quite a
while until we finally agreed that we'd have to count the cards. 
I came out just one ahead of him.
     "There ya go.  I told you I won that one," I said.
     Paul stood up and looked down at me, his hands wavering at 
his sides.  I just continued to watch, eagerly awaiting the sight
with a pounding heart.  Paul hooked his thumbs in each side and
started to slowly pull them down, revealing more of the dark
trail of hair that started at his navel.
     "Paul, Derek!" came a young voice from out in the hall.
     "Shit!" Paul said, yanking up his underwear and bending to
grab his clothes.
     I quickly yanked my shirt from the pile of clothes and threw
it on, trying to fasten the buttons with my shaky fingers.
     "Hey, you guys," the voice now called from outside the door.
     "Yeah, what is it?" I called, watching Paul button his jeans
and then reach for his T-shirt.
     "I'm supposed to tell you guys that we're going to eat now,"
the boy yelled through the door.
     "Okay, Colin, we'll be right down," Paul answered his little
brother.
     I finished the last button and pushed the shirt into my
pants.  Paul was finished dressing only minutes later, and then
we went downstairs for dinner.  I'm sure Paul felt just as
dissapointed as I that we hadn't finished the game.

     That night we were all sent to bed a little earlier than
usual for the benefit of the younger kids, since it was Christmas
Eve.  We had to play along with the Santa game for their sake.  I
just read for a while with Paul in our room without saying a word
to each other.
     After a while we agreed to turn out the light to try and get
to sleep.  When he flicked off the lamp, I shut my eyes and tried
to sleep, but it was just still too early.  Nothing was
happening, and I started thinking about the game of Strip War
we'd played.  That only made me more awake.
     I propped up on one elbow and tried to look at Paul's face
to see if he was still awake, but I couldn't see him from this
position since his back was turned to me.  
     I crawled out of the sleeping bag and went over to the bed. 
Pulling back the covers slowly, I noticed that Paul was way over
on the other side of the bed, near the wall, leaving me plenty of
room to lay down beside him.  I pulled the warm covers back over
my body.
     Then Paul turned toward me and slowly put his arms around
me.  I did the same, and then I felt his lips softly caress my
cheek.  I turned to meet him and brushed my lips against his. 
The touch was scary and satisfying.  He moved his hands down my
back and slid them inside my pajama pants.  I wasn't wearing any
underwear, so they stroked the smooth skin of my butt.
     Excited tingles broke out all over my body while he touched
me, and I couldn't wait to feel him too.  I reached down and
found the elastic waistband of the boxers he was wearing.  I
gently pulled down, and then his hand was there, helping me.
     I followed him down as he pulled off the boxers.  My hand
slid over the coarse strands of pubic hair, and then his hot,
moist erection was suddenly pulsing against my hand.  Paul pulled
on my pajamas, and I helped him pull these off.
     We held each other close while our boners rubbed up against
each other.  Paul's lips found mine again, and this time when we
kissed I could feel a slight wetness from him parting his lips a
little.  Pulling back, I could smell his minty toothpaste breath
as it caressed my face.
     Then I parted my lips and dove in for a long, wet, hot,
exciting kiss.  Paul rolled over onto his back in the middle of
it and pulled me with him.  Now laying on top of him, I ground
harder against his belly, and his cock pushed up just as eagerly
against my flesh.
     My dick was so excited that it drooled some pre cum onto
him, making his abdomen even slicker and more stimulating for me.
 I knew that if we kept this up, I'd come any second.  
     "I want you in me," Paul breathed in my ear.
     He lifted his legs and wrapped them around my waist. 
Suddenly my hard cock was pressing against his hole.  I pushed
forward against it, meeting soft, hot flesh.  I tried to get
inside, but there was too much resistance.
     "It won't go in," I whispered.
     Paul lifted his legs higher, and then he brought his hand
under and grabbed my cock.  I felt the head touch his hole again,
and he pushed up against it.  Only the very tip would go in
before I couldn't go anymore.
     "We need something to make it slippery," Paul said.
     "Yeah."
     I pulled back and climbed off him.  I grabbed my pajama
bottoms and slid out of bed, putting them on once I was standing.
 I left the room and went to the bathroom.  There I looked
through the cabinet and drawers.  There were only a few bottles
of pills, toothpaste, towels, and hairspray.
     I ran quietly back to the room.
     "There wasn't anything in there," I told him.
     Paul swung his legs out over the bed and dragged on his
boxers.  
     "Let's check the kitchen," he said, getting up.
     We crept quietly down the stairs.  We felt our way down the
hallway to the kitchen.  Once inside, the light from a nightlight
on the far wall helped us look through the cupboards.  I wasn't
sure what we were looking for but figured if I found something
good I'd know it.
     "Here we go," Paul whispered.
     I turned to look and saw him with a can of Crisco in hand. 
I followed him back out of the kitchen and up the stairs to our
room.  He put the Crisco on the nightstand and then took off his
shirt.  Paul took off his boxers and then walked over to me.  The
dim light coming in from the blinds shined on his naked body,
letting me see his heavy cock bouncing between his legs.
     He walked up to me and slid his hands up underneath my
shirt, caressing my chest, nipples, and shoulders.  I lifted my
arms, and he took off the shirt.  Then he pulled down the pajama
bottoms.  My cock started stirring again, and he placed his hands
on it, gently squeezing and stroking it.  I reached out and
touched his too, running my fingertips up and down the top and
bottom.
     Then Paul took my hand and pulled me after him back into the
bed.  He opened the can of Crisco and dipped his fingers inside. 
He spread the cool white substance all over the head and shaft of
my erection.  Then he laid down on his back and lifted his leg,
sticking his hand down by his ass and spreading Crisco there
also.
     He gestured for me, and I climbed on top of him.  He pulled
his legs back, exposing his slick hole to me.  I took my cock in
hand and aimed.  Pushing forward, I watched the head slip easily
past the outer ring of his anus.  Then I slowly leaned in towards
Paul as I continued to slip deeper inside.  Paul wrapped his legs
around my waist, and I slid farther down into his embrace until
our bare torsos were touching.
     I looked right into Paul's eyes as I slid deeper into his
ass.  He looked at me with fire in his eyes, and I leaned in to
plant a kiss on him.  Our mouths parted slightly again for a long
wet passionate kiss while I started to slide in and out of his
ass.
     My cock was on fire from our combined heat.  Paul held me
close to him while we pressed against each other, moving for our
mutual satisfaction.  I could feel his hard erection against my
belly, pressing and rubbing up and down as I thrust in and out of
him.  Our chests stuck together with our combined sweat and our
breathing came heavy as we worked harder and harder.
     Then suddenly his ass clamped hard down on my cock, again
and again.  His cock spasmed between us in time with the spasms
in his ass.  Strong jets of semen spurt between us, coating our
abdomens and torsos.
     The increased sensations in his ass made me explode inside
of him while my body lost itself in the pleasure.  When finally
we both finished our climaxes, I just lay on top of him,
exhausted.  I couldn't hardly move.
     Once my cock shrunk down and fell out of him, I lifted
myself up and out of the bed.  We both quickly slipped out of the
room and into the bathroom naked to clean up.  Then we went back
to bed.  Paul and I dressed, and then I crawled into bed with
him.  We kissed tenderly one last time and then fell easily
asleep.


M. Knight