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 VI
                           Wrestling                        
                            <Caine>

     I am so bored.  It's times like this in the dead of winter
that I wish I was a little more like Derek.  He could spend the
rest of his life inside reading.  Me, I'm more of an outside,
active person.
     We've got a rec room in the basement just down from Seth's
room and I've got some dumbells down there that I'll use every
once in a while and then I do pushups and stuff like that to keep
in shape, but today I've had as much of that as I can take.
     Seth was at work, so I couldn't do anything with him. 
Instead I headed upstairs and peeked in my room.  Looking like he
hadn't changed position in hours, Derek sat there reading some
new scifi book.  I started down the hallway and looked in
Jordan's room.  He was sitting at his little desk with a desk and
notepad open, working on something.
     "Whachya doin?" I asked, stepping inside.
     "Homework," he answered.
     "Exciting."
     I walked over to the desk and propped myself on his
shoulders and looked down at the book.  Algebra.
     "Did they send you back to kindergarten?  It looks like
you're learnin' your ABCs," I teased.
     "Get offa me," Jordan whined, shrugging his shoulders to try
and toss off my weight.
     "C'mon, we gotta toughen you up.  Get stronger so you can
hold me up."
     I pushed down harder on his shoulders and back.
     "Stop it!  Go away, Caine."
     "Am I buggin' you?" I asked, sticking my finger in his ear.
     He twitched away and got off the chair.
     "Go away!"
     "Make me," I answered, swiping at him with my hand.
     He dodged and then rushed at me.  I caught him in my arms
and swung him around.  He slipped and fell to the floor.
     "Oh, you wanna wrestle," I said, smiling.
     "No, I don't want to!  Get out!"
     But it was too late.  I'd dropped to the floor beside him
and was pinning him with my arm.  He twisted out of it pretty
easy like I'd intended.  I didn't want to make this too hard on
him.  He wasn't all that much smaller than me (we were only a
year apart) but he didn't have near as much strength.
     Jordan grabbed my arm and tried to twist it around behind my
back as he climbed on top of me.  I let him get a little ways and
then easily pushed it back in front of me and grabbed a hold of
him.
     I pulled him close and rolled over onto my back, pulling
along for the ride.  Then I rolled again and laid on top of him. 
He started kicking at me with his legs, so I laced mine around
his and held them down.
     "Do you know your ABCs yet, baby?  Maybe you need a diaper
too."
     "Get off of me," Jordan whined, his face turning red as he
tried to flip me off.
     His body bucked slightly a few times underneath me.  On the
third try I let him push me off, but then I grabbed him in a
headlock and gave him a good noogie.
     "Stop it!  Caine, leave me alooooone!"
     I laughed as he kept on complaining.
     "Better be careful.  Don't want you to pee your pants. 
Don't have your diaper on yet."
     He pinched my side hard.
     "Ouch!"
     Then he was kicking again.  I grabbed him in a bear hug and
pulled him on top of me.  Then I laced my legs around his again. 
We were face to face, and I opened my mouth to make another
comment to make him madder when I felt something hard poking me
in the stomach.
     "Hey, what is this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.  
     I freed one of my hands and reached down between us to feel
his crotch.  Sure enough Jordan had a stiffie.
     "So, you really like this wrestling around, huh?"
     "No!  I hate it!  Let me go!"
     I just smiled and started rubbing my hand up and down the
hardness in his pants.  He settled down a little then, and I
could tell he was really liking it.  But he wouldn't like it when
he found out what I was planning.
     "Feels good, huh?" I asked.
     "Yeah," he whispered.
     He started humping my hand which started the fleshy part of
his thigh rubbing against my crotch.  As I continued to play with
his cock, my own started to respond to the friction Jordan was
making.  I was only wearing my sweatpants so there wasn't much
between my dick and his thigh.
     I started rubbing faster, working him towards my goal.  Sure
it felt good for him, but if I could make him come in his pants,
that would sure make a mess, and it would be pretty funny.  I
couldn't help smiling as I imagined his reaction.
     Short, hot puffs of breath were coming quickly against my
neck as Jordan continued to hump my hand.  I was completely hard
now, and this was starting to feel really good to me too, but I
wasn't going to come.  Once Jordan shot his, this was over, and
victory was mine.
     My hand was starting to cramp up, twisted as it was in this
uncomfortable position, so I slid it out but held it ready just
beside Jordan in case it needed to go back to work.  Jordan
didn't seem to notice.  He continued to rub his crotch against my
stomach, so I wrapped my hands around his back and held him tight
to make sure he wouldn't escape.
     My own dick was starting to feel really good.  I closed my
eyes and relaxed a little to enjoy the sensations Jordan was
giving me.  I locked my legs around the leg that continued to rub
my cock and started pushing up with my hips to meet his strokes. 
We probably looked pretty funny, laying there on his floor
bobbing up and down, but I didn't care.  This felt too good.
     After a while I lost the reason to why we'd started this. 
My groin had started to boil, and I could feel my climax
starting.  My legs clenched against his and loosened slightly as
I continued to thrust up against him.  He was humping me faster
than ever, his hands gripping me tightly.
     Then suddenly we were coming.  His soft sigh in my ear let
me know he'd shot, and the explosions in my sweatpants along with
the waves of pleasure through my body let me know I was making a
mess.  I could feel my cock pulsing against the tight cotton of
my sweatpants as it unleashed my cum.
     When Jordan got up, I looked at his pants and noticed a tiny
wet spot on the dark fabric by the waistband.
     "Look at you," I laughed, pointing at it.  "You made a
mess."
     Jordan frowned as he looked down, but then he was pointing
at my crotch where a huge wet spot was starting to form.
     "Look at you," he answered, pointing.
     As the good feelings started to fade, I got pissed.
     "Yeah, whatever," I mumbled and got up.
     I pulled the sweatshirt down low to cover it up and dashed
into my room to grab something to change into in the bathroom. 
Once I was cleaned up though, I again looked back on the
"wrestling" and decided it was worth it.