Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 10:00:32 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Charlie and Marty

			     Charlie and Marty

			      Copyright 2010
			      By Lee Mariner

This erotic short story is intended for ADULT readers only. If you are not
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My friend, David, has done the proof reading and editing. I am grateful for
his assistance.

				Y Y Y Y Y Y

It was early August and for the third time, I was trying out for our
high-school varsity football team. Veteran players were required to try out
along with the wannabes for the eleven team positions even though most of
us had been playing for the past two years and a couple more if the junior
varsity years were counted. There was always some grumbling but we knew it
was the head coaches way to keep the best of his past teams and wean out
the weaker players. We were in the third day of try outs and the coaches
had steadily increased the pressure, waiting for the weaker kids to drop
out. It was a steady grinding process of gleaning the best from the initial
group of applicants.

After a grueling week of tryouts combined with intra-mural scrimmages, our
head coach scheduled a Saturday afternoon scrimmage game with Mercerville
High School.  Mercerville was not in our district but, they were pretty
good, and we looked forward to playing them. Our team and theirs played
each other to a standstill until the last ten seconds of the game.  We had
reached the twenty yard line on a long forward pass. The team wanted to go
for the last play but with only ten seconds left to play the coach went for
a field goal rather than take a chance with a Hail Mary play in the end
zone.  Kevin Zeller, our field goal kicker, was a good but thirty-seven
yards was out of his range or so we thought.  When he trotted out on the
field, a deathly silence descended over the entire stadium. Only the grunts
and heavy breathing of the players could be heard after the snap of the
ball to the holder.  When the ball sailed through the uprights it was as if
we had won a super bowl.  Everyone on our side of the field went berzerk
and Kevin was sandwiched between several players pulling at his arms and
beating his shoulder pads.  It wouldn't have surprised me if he didn't have
crushed ribs when it was all over.  Luckily, he didn't but, I bet he had
his choice of any of the sweet assed chicks that evening for the after game
dance.

As for my choice after having seen Kevin's package, I would have let him
screw my virgin ass or any hole his substantial cock would have fit
into. Unfortunately he was not so inclined and my virgin ass remained
virgin; at least for then. Hell, to get right down to it, there are several
studs that I would have loved to make it with.  I can't count the times
that I went home after practice with lovers nuts only to wind up jerking
off in my bedroom or while sitting on the toilet in the bathroom.

My fourteen year old brother, Charlie had walked in on me unannounced a few
times when my cock was ready to shoot its load.  He stammered and stuttered
with his eyes wide open like he was embarrassed and, he backed out and
closed the door after I hollered at him but not until he got a good look at
my hard seven-inch uncut cock.

It wasn't as if I minded Charlie seeing me with a hardon.  I didn't mind
that at all, but not when I was in the middle of a jerk off session.  I
knew from experience when he was using the bathroom a little longer than
necessary, what he was doing. Hell, I had done it enough myelf, and I had
seen his several times. For his age, he had a nicely developing tapered
cock; maybe four-inches or so soft

After the game, I went to the locker room with the other guys but, I didn't
take a shower. Playing almost a full hour of football had really left me
bushed and horny from so much physical contact that always resulted in
plenty of crotch play. After putting my gear in my locker, I dressed and
left without even getting a glance at a couple of guys that turned me on.
Paul Cooper, the teams senior quarterback was hung like a friggin horse and
he had the body of a Greek god. He was hot as hell, and I would have
crawled through shit to eat his nut cream and let him drive his schlong up
my shit chute.  I always had a hard time keeping my mind or eyes off of him
when we were in the showers. Every now and then he caught me ogling him. He
would grin, give me a quick wink and shake his half-hard cock teasingly as
if saying, "want some of this, its all yours."  I thought that was kind of
funny for a guy who was known to ball every cute chick on the campus.
Anyway, as much as I would have loved crawling into bed with him, it was
just a fantasy.

				 ееееееее

The garage doors were open indicating that my Dad wasn't home from work or
he was playing golf with our neighbor, Mr. Krutz.  His son, Billy was
fifteen, almost two years younger than me. He had caught me jerking off in
our garage when I was almost fourteen years old. After that, we both went
through puberty together and it didn't take much for either one of us to
drop our pants and jerk off.  Whenever we rode our bikes through the park
woods we would find a secluded spot and jerk off. When we went to the
movies, we sat in the top row of the balcony seats and jerked off. In
geography class, we sat in the back row, and our desks were next to each
other.  More than once he would have his geography book standing on his lap
open with his hard cock hidden by the size of the book.  Just watching him
playing with his cock made me hard but, I wouldn't jerk off like he did, I
wasn't that gutsy . Besides, jerking off in the boys bathroom was a lot
safer and I'm pretty sure a couple of the other stalls were being used for
the same purpose.

There was one thing that I never figured out about Billy. There were a
couple of times when we jerking off that Billy acted like he wanted to do
something other than just jerking off and if he did, I probably would have
let him but, he would have to make the first move if that is what he
wanted. I wasn't sure if Billy was gay but, if he was it was his problem
not mine. I knew that I was sexually different than the other guys because
of the way I felt when around the guys but not the girls. I knew from the
way a feeling of excitement would spread through my loins and my cock would
start to get hard that I wanted to have sex with a guy but, I didn't know
how to approach someone like Paul Cooper. He probably would have knocked me
silly and then it would be all over the school that I was queer.

Girls never made me feel anything but, I kidded around with them and dated
a couple of girls to keep up the reputation that I was straight.  That was
it though, no playing around other than feeling each other up or maybe a
wet smooch.

After rolling my bike into the lean-to shed that dad had built for our
bikes, I went through the back door into the kitchen. My cock was half-hard
and I wanted to get to the solitude of my bedroom but my Mother stopped
me. "Martin, aren't you home early?"

"Just a little, Mom, the coach cut us loose early; he had a meeting or
something," I said.

"It was probably a teachers meeting." She replied. "Do you have homework to
do?"

"Yes ma'am, we are supposed to write a short essay on the 'Rise and Fall of
the Roman Empire' and turn it in by next Monday."

"Your father called and he will be about a half an hour late getting
home. He and Mr. Kratz were going to play a few holes of golf.  I'll hold
supper until then, and that will give you time to work on your homework or
what ever it is that you are supposed to do, and clean up for supper." She
said.

"Okay, Mom," I replied. "Is Charlie home?"

"Yes, he is in his room doing his homework. I told him about your father
and supper," she hollered over her shoulder as I bounded up the stairs to
my bedroom.

				 ееееееее

The first door off of the stair landing was Charlie's bedroom and mine was
the second door. His bedroom was a little smaller than mine and only had
one window. After our older sister had left for college, I got her larger
bedroom. That separated Charlie and me from doing things that brothers
usually do together. The third door was the bathroom that we shared.  Mom
and Dad's bedroom was on the first floor with it's own bathroom.  The rest
of the second floor was unfinished and used for storage. Dad had carpeted
the stairs, the hallway and both of our bedrooms after our sister left. The
carpeting cut down on the noise of us moving around and in the winter it
made it a little warmer.

When I reached the door to my room, I glanced at the bathroom door, and it
was open.  Since the door did not lock, we had agreed that if the door was
closed one of us was using it. That would, supposedly, prevent either one
of us from walking in on the other. It didn't work, at least not all of the
time.

It surprised me when I opened the door to my room and found the bed unmade.
Mom was a stickler about making beds and, I knew I had made mine before
leaving for school. For a moment, I wondered who had been in my room and
then I remembered Mom did laundry and cleaned our rooms on Mondays.

'I'll make it up later.' I mused, closing the door behind me, and tossing
my knapsack on the bed. I pulled my sweat shirt and undershirt off before
sitting down and powering up my computer.  Punching a couple of key buttons
and entering my password, a gay porn site that I had recently found flashed
on the screen. Kicking my shoes off and pushing my jeans and briefs down
around my ankles, I opened a segment titled 'Boy on Boy Sex".  Clicking the
'I'm over eighteen' button, a window opened showing two gorgeous teenagers
laying head to toe sucking each others cocks.  My cock sprang to attention
and I could feel my nuts moving around, churning to release a load of thick
nut cream.  Pushing my jeans and briefs off one leg at a time, I leaned
back in my chair and spread my legs. My aching cock rested on my stomach
and droplets of pre-seminal fluid dripped from the urethral canal opening,
pooling in the cavity created by my innie bellybutton.  Gripping my cock
with my right hand, I moved the mouse around with my free hand to where I
could open more windows showing the boys playing with their huge cocks,
sucking and fucking each other in turns. The models were good looking,
blond and magnificently built. Their cocks looked like they both had at
least eight-inches of hard meat and they were circumcised.  'God.' I
whispered softly. 'I would love to be part of a threesome with two studs as
hot looking as they are'.

I didn't know that my brother was standing behind me. I was sitting with my
back to the door and I was so involved in getting my rocks off that I
didn't hear the door open.  The cream in my nuts was boiling and I could
tell from the way my nuts were tightening up that my load was about to
erupt with the cataclysmic force of a volcano, and cover my chest with lava
hot creamy cum. 'Jesus,' I groaned, arching my back, my muscles tightening
as I succumbed to waves of euphoria that swept over me. I was oblivious to
my surroundings until two hands slipped over my shoulders and cupped my
hard nipples.

'What the fuck,' I exclaimed, startled by the completely unexpected
intrusion.  Dropping my burgeoning cock and grasping the intruders wrists,
I looked up and saw my brothers face looking down at me. For a brief moment
hot anger welled up inside of me, and but for the look in his eyes and the
expression on his face, I might have clobbered him.  'Jesus Christ,
Charlie,' I said, suppressing the urge to yell at him. "You scared the shit
out of me. What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"What I've been wanting to do but was afraid to ask," he replied softly,
lowering his head next to mine and kissing my cheek.  "Marty, please don't
get mad at me, please. I've been wanting to have sex with you ever since
the time I saw you in the bathroom sitting on the toilet jerking off," he
replied as he removed his hands from my grip and backed away.

'You have been what?' I exclaimed softly, glancing at the door and twisting
sideways in my computer chair to face him.

"I...I was hoping we could do some things together like other brothers do,
that's all," he said softly, his eyes glancing from the door back to me as
he spoke.

I remained sitting while Charlie was talking. My semi-flaccid cock and
slack balls had slipped down between my thighs and were resting on the
chair. It had been some time since we had our own rooms and, I hadn't seen
Charlie without a shirt much less completely naked.  He was a little
heavier but not fat. His stomach was flat with the beginning of twin rows
of abdominal muscles, and his chest muscles were thicker and more
defined. A large dark aureole highlighted rigid, twin, nipples at the apex
of his chest muscles.. 'Jesus,' I mused, 'he has really grown.'  The thing
that surprised me the most was the growth in his crotch. His dark almost
black pubic hair had thickened and his partially flaccid cock hung over
sizable balls. It looked like it would be at least six-inches in length
when fully erect, and probably as thick as mine.  I felt a tingling in my
groin, and my cock stirring and starting to stiffen as I ran my eyes over
my younger brothers unblemished body.  'Damn, he's hot,' I thought, quickly
averting my eyes and, trying with little success to avoid a hardon from
looking at my brother. Squeezing my thighs together tightly in a futile
attempt to hide my swelling cock, I looked at Charlie and said, "If you are
suggesting what I think you are suggesting, brothers don't have sex
together, Charlie. It's not right."

We stared at each other, not say anything for what seemed like an eternity,
and try as I could, I could not will my cock to soften.  'God help me for
the way I'm feeling,' I mused as Charlie moved to face me. I couldn't take
my eyes off of his rigid cock and heavily laden ball sac. Kneeling before
me, he placed both hands on my thighs, and looking into my eyes he very
softly said, "who says it's not right, Marty?"

He had thrown my question back at me and while every fiber in my body
screamed 'no', I couldn't deny the intense desire that was building within
me to make love to him, "I don't know, Charlie."

Smiling sensuously, he gently squeezed my thighs and said, "Me neither,
Marty, but, I don't think it makes any difference. I think you love me as
much as I love you, and I think you want it as much as I do."

He was right, I did want it, and a lot more than either of us knew.


				  ееееее


 I could hear the change in his voice and the quickening of his breathing
as he slipped his fingers between my legs and felt my steel hard cock.
"Jesus, Marty, your cock is bigger than the last time I saw it in the
bathroom."

"So is yours," I replied, glancing down at his smoothly tapered six-inch
hardon thrusting out from the thick bush surrounding it's base.

"I've grown some but, it's not as big as yours is," he said, smiling at me.

"Oh, maybe not right now," I replied. "But, you might catch up one day."

Scooting a little closer, Charlie wrapped his fingers around the steel
hardness of my cock. My muscles tightened at the feeling of someone
touching my cock other than me, and I inhaled deeply at the ecstatic
sensation.. "Charlie, Charlie," I moaned softly, closing my eyes as he
started a slow piston-like movement with his hand, his fingers wrapped
tightly around my cock..

Slowly, teasingly stroking my cock while he stroked my thighs with his free
hand, he whispered, "It feels good doesn't it Marty? I've been wanting to
do this with you ever since I started jerking off but, I was scared you
would get mad at me like you almost did a minute ago when I put my hands on
your chest.

The feeling of Charlie stroking my cock sent erotic sensations spreading
through my body. Maybe I should have stopped him but for some reason I
wanted him to continue stroking my cock until I shot the load I felt
increasing with each piston motion of his hand.  I never suspected my
brother might be as gay as I knew Iwas but right at that moment, I was more
concerned with the way he was making me feel.  My cock throbbed and my nuts
were tightening along with the familiar tingling feeling that filled my
burgeoning shaft just before ejaculation.

"You've almost got me there, Charlie," I gasped, breathing harder as he
increased the speed of his pistioning fist.  My mind went blank except for
the intense desire to shoot my load. My hips automatically started meeting
each downward stroke of Charlie's fist, and in the depths of my need to
cum, I heard, Charlie breathing hard and saying, "Cum for me big brother, "

A surreal feeling of ecstasy engulfed me and it was as if Charlie and I
were one person. Groaning loudly, hot streams of sperm rushed through the
throbbing length of my swelling cock, exploding with cataclysmic force.
"Oh yeah, Marty, that's it, do it," Charlie growled, squeezing me tightly
as my hips with uncontrolled robotic force drove my erupting cock in unison
with his piston fist through the sperm-slick cylinder made by his fingers
wrapped around my cock.

"Jesus Christ," I gasped, inhaling deeply and gripping Charlie's shoulder
with one free hand to steady myself.  My breathing slowly returned to
normal and my cock was slowly softening. Charlie was still kneeling beside
me, his one hand covered with my sperm. Gently stroking his hair, I said
softly, "I don't think I've ever cum that much, Charlie, it was fantastic."

"You did cum a lot, Marty," Charlie said, grinning at me as he slowly
milked the remnants of sperm that remained in the urethral canal of my
partially flaccid cock.

Running my fingers through his thick hair and tangling my fingers in its
luxurious softness, I closed my eyes and let my muscles relax.  I was
enjoying the sensation of Charlie's fingers gently milking my cock when
without warning, the sudden unexpected warmth of his mouth engulfing my
cock swept over me. I sat motionless for a second, entrapped in an
inexplicable feeling unlike any feelings I had ever experienced. "Charlie,"
I gasped, "what the fuck are you doing?"

Withdrawing his mouth from my cock, he looked at me, his eyes glistening.
Grinning impishly, he said, " Sucking your cock like the boys in the
pictures that you were looking at were doing," he answered, with a twinkle
in his luxuriant brown eyes.

"But, Charlie," I stammered, powerless to stop him while at the same time
wanting to feel his hot mouth to sucking my rigid cock. I had never
experienced the feeling of erotic rapture that that was a result of him
sucking my cock and playing with my balls was generating.  All I could do
was succumb to his ministrations and experience the erotic waves that
washed over me and plead, "Don't stop Charlie, for God's sake don't stop,
it feels so fucking good."

Charlie had over half of my burgeoning cock in his mouth and I could fee an
intense pressure building in my nuts.  When he pushed the foreskin back
from the crown with his lips and washed the crown and glans with his
tongue, I couldn't restrain the deep-chested moan that rolled over my
lips. "Charlie," I moaned, "I'm almost ready to cum again."

I heard a mumbling sound, as he continued squeezing and sucking my cock,
with one hand while he sucked, he used his free hand to play with my
balls. I felt the pressure building in my nuts and my cock swelling and
hardening just moments before rivers of cum erupted with almost volcanic
force, gliding down his throat and overfilling his mouth. I felt the excess
nut cream saturating my thick pubic hair and dribbling onto my nut sac. A
tremor of sexual bliss spread over me as my cock softened and my breathing
returned to normal. Charlie pulled the foreskin back from the crown with
his fingers and squeezing firmly he drained the remnants from the urethral
canal, The exotic feelings driving me into a fit of surreal ecstasy. It was
as if I was wrapped in a soft blanket of euphoric fog, my heart beating
wildly, unrestrained, matching my breathing.

Breathing heavily and holding his head firmly in my lap, I caressed his
soft hair. His breathing slowly returned to normal.  A lethargic feeling
spread through me and the muscles of my loins felt weak. It was a different
feeling of weakness unlike the feeling that swept over me after jerkng off
and blowing a heavy load. I felt a satisfying drowsiness and a tickling
sensation in my loins as Charlie sucked the cum from my pubic hairs much
like a calf sucking his mothers teats, demanding milk from her udder.
'Jesus,' I thought, after what has happened, and if Charlies is gay, it
might be the link that would bind us together forever.


				  ееееее


After several minutes, Charlie turned his head to the side and laid his
soft cheek on my cock and thigh.  Slowly moving one hand over the muscles
of my left buttock, he whispered, "That was great, Marty, did you enjoy
it?"

"You will never know, little brother, you will never know just how much." I
said, continuing to massage his ribs and running my hand over his
unblemished, satiny soft back muscles while I said, "how about you Charlie,
would you like me to do it for you?"

"Not right now, Marty," he said as he lifted his head from my lap and
looked down at his groin. "I could probably shoot another load but, I cum
twice while I was sucking your cock."

Looking down in the direction he was, I could see his flaccid cock resting
on his ball sac. Small droplets oozed from its urethral opening.  Further
down between his legs there was a large wet spot on the carpet and looking
closely it might dry and look like a creamy lotion but, I doubt it.

Tousling his thick brown hair and chuckling, I said, "If that is one load,
Charlie, you must have been saving it up and, we better clean it up before
mom cleans the room."

Jumping up like a jack-rabbit, Charlie said "I'll get a wet wash cloth from
the bathroom."

"Easy, Charlie, not so fast, I've got a better idea. How about we take a
shower together and afterwards, we can clean it up."

He had a stunned look on his face and his lower jaw hung slightly open. It
was a second or two before, like a little kid, he squealed and threw his
arms around me. Squeezing the two of us tightly together he said, "For real
Marty, you aren't kidding me are you? Everytime I take a shower, I've
always wished it was you and me."

"Nope, no kidding. little brother," I said, breathing in deeply and gazing
into his excitement filled eyes.

"Oh, Marty, I never thought about sex making anyone feel the way I do but
it has showed me one thing," Charlie said as he snuggled closer kissing my
neck and pressing our soft cocks together.

"And just what would that be?"

He moved his hands up and down my back and kissed my cheek. I could feel
his heart beating like a trip hammer. "I learned how much I love you,
Marty," he said softly. "I've always loved you because you're my big
brother but, I didn't love you the way that I do now."

My heart swelled to almost bursting as I listened to my younger brother. I
had felt the same way he did but, I knew we had a lot to learn about each
other and our feelings.

"Charlie," I said softly. "I feel the same way but, we still have a lot to
learn about sex and each other and, that will take a some time.  Watching
pictures on a computer or reading about it is only a small part of making
love or learning about why we feel the way we do."

"I know that, Marty, but loving you and learning with my sexy stud brother
is going to be a lot of fun."


				  ееееее


We were right, we did have a lot to learn, and we had fun learning just
what gay sex was. Over the next few years and while we were in college,
David developed into a good looking, magnificently built young man. I
called him my 'David' and he would grin and pose for a second or so before
taking me in his powerful arms and after a passion filled kiss, he would
tell me how much he loved me.  I never tired of hearing him say it.

After graduation, we found apprenticeships with a reputable firms in the
professional world of architecture. We did very well and eventually opened
our own firm.

We both reached six-foot although I thought he might be a centimeter or two
taller.  Our weight as we grew older, was never a problem as much as it was
with some guys.  We kept memberships in our local " Anacan Gym and Fitness
Center." We worked out two or three times a week, and Charlie got more than
his share of envious looks.  I didn't do that bad myself but seeing other
guys looking at my 'David' filled me with pride.

Both of our endowments eventually reached a full eight and a half inches in
length and five inches in girth. Charlie outdid me by a few centimeters but
it made very little difference to either of us. The length and girth of our
cocks only satisfied a physical need, the real inner need was filled with
loving each other.  Some people call that being a "Queer or Faggot." We
prefer to think of ourselves as two guys that loved each other regardless
of whether it was or was not approved by society or any individual.

Our parents passed away barely a month apart.  After charitable bequests,
we inherited the remainder of their estate.  It was more than we knew it
was, and we were able to do what we wanted without worry.


				  ееееее


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