Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 21:11:36 -0500
From: Gerald Johnson <with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother's Delight 4

Warnings:

This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on male, sex.  If it is illegal
to view sexual pornography in wherever you are, please do not continue.
This story is all about sex with minors of ages' 12-17 and adults.  It also
starts after the initial seduction.  Any similarities to any person, real or
fictitious, is just pure coincidence.



Dedications:

Chris, Ricardo, Edward, J C K, Sorsha, Ashley, Frank, Greg, Ken, Butch,
Jeffers, Patsy, Buffy Blue, Mel, Josh, Leon, Pup23us



People to Spite:

DB



In People to Spite, I put the ones who serve the Political Ramifications of
BEING MEAN TO ME!  So, if you do be mean, not contributing to the
constructive criticism, then I'll put you in there.  BEWARE!

With the Dedications, send me an e-mail and I'll put your name there if it's
not there yet.  All of you should know, Chris was the one that convinced me
to keep writing, all of you helped but he helped the most.  For that, you
should think of him when your jacking off.  Bwahahaha!



Chapter 4



Simon's POV



I had my cast taken off a week ago and Gabe is still as good to me as ever.
We actually painted what he was supposed to paint.  The pose was of me
asleep in my bed.  It turned out great and he got an A.  Unfortunately, some
of the girls in his class wanted to keep the painting.  They were some of my
admires.

It annoys me when people act like that.  Just because I have a good face
doesn't mean that they have the right to harass my brother!  After a while
it gets annoying and most of the people who do that, are just mindless
drones looking for a trophy they can show around school.  I'm not a trophy!
Well, not all of me.

Gabe's been trying really hard to make up what I did to myself.  It's really
tough to say no to him.  He's my brother and I can never say no to him.
Especially when he always takes me into his, well, you know, mouth.
Nowadays, our relationship has been evolving.  Not only our emotional
relationship, but also our sexual one.

I still have to ask if I want sex but we've been doing it a lot more often.
Once in the morning, when we wake up, twice in the afternoon and twice at
night, before bed.  He still hasn't given in about the sticking his dick
inside my ass.  Although I think I'm ready for it, he told me that I'm still
too small for him.

It's kinda hard to argue with him but I'm getting better at it.  Every time
I ask him to do it, I see him think about it real hard and a look comes to
his face like he's about to regret what he's about to say.  Yep, I'm gonna
get him to fuck me.  It shouldn't be that hard, I mean, he's wanted a piece
of me for a long time, right?  Right?



Dennis's POV

(In his car, he whizzes around the city, not really look for anything, just
driving, getting his mind collected.)



In the past weeks, I've found out that both my brothers are gay, bi, or at
least bi-curious.  And I know for a fact that they are having sex.  Incest.
It's gay incest for that matter, something that is strictly ver-bodden.  A
laugh escapes me throat as I pass the high school.  I'm such a hypocrite.
At the same time that Gabe was winning our bro, I'm doing the same thing
with another guy.  It's not exactly incest, since he isn't related to me.
He's just a guy I met in college.  A popular dude who needs a major attitude
adjustment.  The bitch tells me that I'm clingy.  Just because I spent one
night at his dorm room?  So what?  A tenth of the place is gay so why should
they care?  We got into a fight and we broke up.

During that same week, my brother gets into a car accident.  And now I'm
left to have this on my mind forever?  How am I gonna face them?  How can I
tell them the reason that I left college was to get away from . . . to get
away from a guy?  My lover?  My life-mate?  My boyfriend?

Alright, I'll admit it, I do love music and it is something that I want to
pursue, and honestly, I'm sure I'll succeed.  Playing the guitar is
something I love to do and I will love to do for my entire life.  But I
don't know if I'm playing it for the sake of playing it or playing it for
the sake of running away.  The craft I chose to do is great and all but
sometimes I wonder what would it be like to go back?  You know what?  Who
cares?  Who gives a shit?  It's my life and I'll do with it what I please.
But all I want is a person, guy or girl, to spend it with me, is all.

Okay, I've been driving for about 40 minutes now and I still haven't found
that damn library.  One reason I want to go there is to just think more
about this, another is to check out the book on homosexuality.  I know it
helped me, it might help Simon.  I've only been there once and from what I
can remember, it was huge.  The place was gigantic.  The place was set
somewhere downtown.  Really old buildings zoom past me as I drive along the
paved streets of . . . Dunston Drive.  It seems familiar, might as well
check it out, might be the place I'm looking for.  Turning the corner, I
found it, a three story building with a gigantic stoop.

The location was great.  It was built decades ago, on a hill that overlooked
the ocean.  I got out of my car and just stood in awe, the place was bigger
than I remembered.  There were now towering bookcases that surrounded every
inch of the walls, rows and rows of tables, computers at one end of the
bottom floor but this isn't the right floor I wanna be at.

Climbing the giant stairway, I moved up two floors.  This place smelt
mustier than the other floors, mainly because there weren't many vents there
and this is like the high school version of the Baths.  It was . . . unknown
to some, mainly the by the straight ones.  Librarians don't seem to know
where it is, but the owner of the place sure knows where it is, what people
do, and sometimes participates in the, um, activities.

Smells of dried cum tingled my nose as I got closer and closer to my goal.
Moans and groans touched my ear and I knew I was there.  It was in a special
room where the faculty was not aloud to enter and if they did, they were
usually sucked into the orgy.  The only people who know where it's located
can find it.  And only the ones who want to do stuff can get in.  Only this
time, there wasn't an orgy.  In fact, there was only one guy there, an
amazing looking guy with one hand on his dick and one hand tweaking his
nipple.  His jeans and Tommy briefs were at his ankles and his wife beater
was pulled up to his chest and was held there with his hand.  At first he
didn't see me, but as soon as I stepped into the room, he quickly jumped and
tried to grab onto his jeans.  I entered the room and saw the familiar
sauna-like place with the wooden benches, the dark room, and the heat
radiating inside.

Now I got a good look at the BOY with the dark hair, the blue eyes, and the
shocked expression plastered on his mouth.  His underwear was on but his
jeans stayed in place.  Words were the first thing I wanted to do but I
thought that I should do something else to calm him.  Taking off my
sweatshirt and dropping it, I pulled off my undershirt and created a pile.
My exposed chest seemed to make him less concerned about dressing and more
worried about being overdressed.

My Dickies dropped to the floor and all I had left between me and him were
my boxers and his briefs.  His eyes were beautiful and even though his mouth
was still gaping, he looked incredibly cute.  Dragging my feet on the
hardwood floor, I checked him out.  His body was a slim build with no hair
on his body that I know of except under his arms, his head, and maybe his
pubic area but other than that, he was completely hairless.  His abs were
amazing and glistening with sweat.  Those orgasmic blue eyes attacked me
again, while those full red lips were slowly licked.  Packed with a gigantic
bulge in his arsenal, he was fully equipped.

Soon as I could reach out and touch him, I did.  His flesh was hot, burning
with desire to cum.  Red-faced and body-flushed, he started to protest.
"Um, I don't^Ö"

Covering his mouth with a gentle, but firm, hold, I whispered next to his
ear, "Shh, no one here will hurt you."  There was a five o'clock shadow on
his face and it just spurred me on, making my dick rise with a fury.
Letting go of his face, I said, "Now, what is a guy your age doing here?  In
a place like this?"

"I-I," he stuttered without looking at me.  "I didn't know anyone was in
here, so I^Ö" he started but soon was interrupted.

"Bullshit, no one knows where this place is unless they know what their
looking for.  If you know what this place is about, then you know about the
things that go on.  And knowing that you seem like a, " I touched his
shoulder, "healthy," I moved down to his biceps, "versatile," and finally I
touched his pecs (and how great they were), "teen, I'm guessing you wanted
something from this place.  Now, are you a top or bottom?"

Looking up, he seemed worried, and maybe a bit confused, but said, "Bottom .
. . and top."

"Oh, so your versatile, I like that in a guy.  So, right now if I asked you
to bottom for me, would you do it?" I asked.

"Sure," he said hesitantly.  After a small moment of silence, he asked,
"What is it exactly?"

My jaw dropped.  This guy can't be can he?  He can't be that naive.  "How
old are you?"

"S-s-seventeen,' he said, turning away from me.

"Un-fucking-believable," I muttered.  Fate stuck me with a child.  Sighing,
I thought about it and decided to just go for it, I mean, what else can I
do?  He's just a kid.

Without his permission, without his knowing, I pushed down his briefs and
knelt down, taking his fully engorged dick in my gullet.  Running my finger
down his crack, I felt slight fuzz on his ass.  Finding my target, I
massaged the entrance of his anal desires.  I was hungry for dick and now
that I have it, I might as well make it great.

The cock in my mouth was hard yet silky, making me bone up faster.  Damn,
his scent was intoxicating and taking a deep breath, I know I'll remember
this for a long time.  Precum was leaking into my throat, where his dick
kept hitting as I kept bring him into the hilt.  His taste was incredible
too, especially the taste of his cum.

All the while I did this, I stared into his face.  Taken on surprise, he
couldn't have done nothing to stop my attack, nor did it seem he wanted to.
For the first time, he looked at me with intent.  Desperation washed over
him and he seemed so helpless.  Granting that he was so defenseless, his
eyes bore into my mind, creating a hole that can only be filled by him.  I
don't think I'll ever forget this one, this one encounter with my blue eyed
twink.  Hm, I think I'm developing a crush on him.



Gabe's POV



Earlier, there was a knock on my door, wanting to get in, asking if that
someone could come inside.  Of course, I let him in.  It was the time to cum
anyway . . .

"Gabe?  Can I come in?" Simon asked.

Dropping the sketch pad on the floor with the pencil, I quickly rushed to
the door.  I would do anything for this guy, even wreck a drawing that I
spent hours on.  Ah, I can finish it later.  Just as I opened the door,
Simon shuffled in, closed and locked the door, and jumped all over me.
Wrapping his legs around my waist and wrapping his arms around my neck, he
kissed me.

Breaking the kiss, I brought us over to the bed, dropping him down and
started taking off his jeans.  His boxers tented out and wet.  He must have
been hot for a while.  "Shit . . . Gabe, I need you to suck me off," Simon
said, knowing exactly the secret password.  I took it into my control,
pulling off his boxer briefs and shucking them unto the floor.

I was getting hot myself.  My dick churning and my body hot, I took his dick
into my mouth, sucking him down to the base, where I smelt his clean baby
brother scent.  God, he was driving me wild and the dick in my mouth drove
me crazy.  It drove him crazy too, and made him cum in less then a minute.
Everything in my mouth was swallowed and every gulp savored.  I hope I last
longer than he does.  I want and need this to last.



Sorry the chapters are so little, but don't worry I'll write more lext time.