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!

Now you've met the brothers.
You know what they like to do.
Here are more of their adventures.

                    Brothers & Lovers V
                          <Seth>

     Sometimes I feel like a chauffeur around my house.  I'm
always running one of my brothers one place or another.  It's not
that I really mind it all that much, but it does take away from
my own free time.  Ginny, my girlfriend, and I had been running
around after school doing some shopping, and I picked up my pay
check.  I'd finally gotten my cast off on Monday, so I'd taken a
few days off to get my arm back into a little better shape.
     Then I had to drop Ginny off at her house because Derek
needed to be picked up.  Our parents had parent/teacher
conferences that night, so they couldn't pick him up from his
Science Club meeting.
     When I showed up at the junior high, I could see Derek
standing inside the window entry way of the school by himself. 
He came out when I pulled up and got in the car.
     "Hi," he said.
     "Hi," I answered.
     And that was the extent of our conversation.  I've never
really understood Derek all that well.  He's into all these
intellectual things and never really says much.  I don't really
have much of a problem with that, it's not bad to be smart, but I
just never really know what to talk to him about, and he probably
feels the same way.
     When we got home there was a note from Mom.  She'd left us
dinner in the refrigerator, so we heated this up and ate it while
we watched TV.  We watched another show after we finished eating
and then Derek disappeared upstairs.  When he didn't return after
the first commercial I figured he was up there to stay. 
Sometimes I wonder what he does up there all the time.  I guess
he spends a lot of time reading and doing his homework, but that
can't be all that goes on up there.
     As I continued to watch TV, my curiosity started to get the
better of me and I found it hard to concentrate as I wondered
what Derek was up to.  Since nobody else was home, I decided now
was the best time to go take a look.  Leaving the TV on, I
lightly padded to the stairs and perked up my ears for any sound
of activity upstairs.
     I could hear some music playing softly, and as I continued
to listen I could make out a Hootie and the Blowfish song.  I
slowly started up the carpeted stairs and stopped halfway as I
heard an announcers voice come on at the end of the song. 
Suddenly his voice got louder, and a crack of light spilled out
into the dark hallway.  Derek had opened the doorway, and if he
was headed down my way I would have to hurry up and get out of my
crouched position and pretend like I'd be walking normally up the
stairs.
     But he didn't.  I walked up a few more and caught sight of
Derek's bare white behind slipping into our parent's bedroom.  He
was completely naked and running around the upstairs!  He was up
to something interesting, I realized as I stifled a chuckle at
catching him like this.
     I continued to stay in the shadows so I could find out what
he was doing in their bedroom.  I didn't have to wait long before
Derek was running out of their room and down the hallway carrying
a white bottle in his hand.
     "What have you got there?" I asked as he reached his
doorway.
     Derek visibly shuddered and then froze, his eyes blinded by
the light coming from his doorway, searching me out.  I could see
his naked body perfectly in this light with the light dusting of
dark hairs on his legs and arms and the thick pubic bush at the
base of his very erect penis.
     His hands dropped to cover his erection as he sputtered out
an answer.
     "Oh, uh...Seth...I was just--"
     "You've got Mom's hand lotion," I observed.
     "Yeah, I've got some dry skin.  I just--"
     It all came into place for me then.  I knew exactly what
area he intended to use it on and the idea was making my crotch
warm.  This could definitely be fun.
     "Why don't we do it together?" I asked, walking closer and
pushing his door open further.
     "You, ah, have...dry skin too?" Derek asked, blushing even
deeper.
     "Yeah, right.  Me too," I said, chuckling.
     I went into his room and started pulling off my shirt.  I
dropped it on Caine's bed and then turned to watch Derek.  His
cheeks had started returning to their normal color and he was
closing the door.  I noticed his erection had gone down a little
bit.  As I unbuttoned my pants though, I watched it again grow to
its full size.
     Soon I was standing as naked as Derek and my own cock was
rising in anticipation of what Derek had planned.
     "I've never done it using lotion before," I said.  "Does it
feel better?"
     Derek nodded.  He still seemed nervous and was still
standing by the door looking around as if he wasn't sure what
he'd gotten into.
     "C'mon, bring it over," I urged, going to sit on his neatly
made bed.
     He walked over to me then, holding out the bottle.  I took
it from him and opened it.
     "How much do you use?" I asked.
     Derek shrugged.  "Not too much.  Just depends on how it
feels."
     "Why don't you do it first, so I can see."
     I handed the bottle back over.  Derek looked at me first and
then glanced away after meeting my eyes.  He poured out a little
into his right palm and then closed the bottle.  I could see the
red returning to his cheeks as he wrapped his fist around his
erection, but after a couple strokes it disappeared again.
     I drizzled a little white lotion into my palm and then
followed Derek's example.  As the smooth creamy lotion seeped
into my dick, my stroking became more fluid and my dick became
slicker.  It was a whole new sensation with that thin slippery
layer between my palm and cock.  My dick started tingling much
faster than usual, and I could go faster on it without any
problem.
     I watched Derek jerk himself off and experimented with my
strokes as he would.  I went farther up to my head until just my
pinky circled the head and then I'd fall back down to the base. 
Occasionally I'd rub the head in circles against my palm which
felt great too with the lotion between.  As the slickness started
to fade, I grabbed the lotion and let some more fall onto my
cock.  I rubbed this in and asked Derek if he needed some more.
     He nodded so I squeezed a dollop out onto the head of his
thin cock.  Then we were back at work on our stroking as the
pleasure continued to mount.  I was now a speed demon, pumping it
for all it was worth.  My hand was a blur between my thighs, and
I started to breathe harder as I worked.  Watching Derek made me
even hotter.  I could see he was getting as close as I was.
     His hand was driving up and down on his dick while the other
one pinched his left nipple.  Then he let out a sharp grunt and I
watched as the semen shot from his cock up onto the bed between
us and then another couple shots onto his hand.  My crotch
exploded in fire then, and I was shooting stringy cum on the bed
and myself.
     We started cleaning up then, and I thought to myself that
Derek and I might not be all that different after all.  At least
we had this one thing in common.  Of course we wouldn't be
talking about it at the dinner table, but tonight I felt closer
to him.