Date: Thu, 07 Jun 2001 09:10:16 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 11
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 11 READING TIME: 12 MINUTES
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This Chapter is dedicated to a special person,
whose name is Marc, and in memory of 'J' who is
sadly missed.
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) June 6, 2001 by Danny Meyer.
All rights reserved.
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WARNING
If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories,
particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your
obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading
material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of
actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people.
This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment
purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are
warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions
or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents
or events, which are entirely fictitious. The foregoing and
subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this
story--past, present, and future.
This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation
is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as
well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you
like high-school age male-to-male sex, read on.
This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened.
None of the people are real people.
The story is about sex and daily living of high-school boys, ages
14 to 17. It's an all-gay story. If you like, and you're allowed
to read this, please read on. If not, please pick another story,
and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here.
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ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY
FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE
OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH
SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL.
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MAIN CHARACTERS, (SO FAR):
--The Brothers--
Tommy Narrates, in Chapter 1:
Compared to a lot of other guys at my high school, I thought I
was a good-looking junior--5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, dark hair,
smooth, hot brown eyes. Yeah, I was proud of how I looked, and
maybe I was cute, but I wasn't sexy. Billy was a freshman, 5' 6"
tall, 120 pounds, with this really tight, hot body--totally
little-brother looking, with cool blue eyes and incredible blonde
hair. HE was sexy!
Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.) - the serious
one. Tommy is the most athletic of the brothers. He is
the most sensitive, also. He is in love with Billy and
the two of them are on the same baseball team. In
Chapter 1, Tommy makes his first sexual move, on Billy.
Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison) - the playful one. Billy is
'all over the map.' He wants it all. He loves to tease
and joke around. Tommy's daring approach of Billy in
Chapter 1 awakened Billy's sexuality and he's non-stop.
Billy's speed and agility make him a slightly better
baseball player than Tommy.
Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison) - the unsure, outspoken one.
Robby is the youngest and 'Bi' brother of the three. He
is an early developer and has an oversized 'endowment'
for his age. He has admitted to fooling around, orally
with a girl, and has started to 'play' with his brothers.
NICKNAME: Champ.
Robby is 5' 5" tall--almost as tall as Billy, but not as thin as
Billy. Robby has medium reddish-brown hair, and green eyes. He
is slender, but has a more defined look than Billy does.
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
[At last, Tommy has made love to Billy.]
I don't know how many shots of cum I pumped into my little
brother, but it didn't matter. 'Hell,' I thought. 'Billy's
really getting into being fucked.' I thought I had enjoyed HIS
fuck, but Billy was way beyond my level of enjoyment. I thought
his body was going to suck me in, cock and all
I finally collapsed on Billy and our hot breaths and sweat
blended, until I felt like we were one mass of melted clay,
heaving and throbbing on one another.
"Oh, God, I love you, Tommy. I love you, Tommy. Don't
ever stop doing this."
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CHAPTER 11 - MORE FUN HOME ALONE
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Chapter text: 16 K Reading time: 12 minutes
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I was so happy, I was crying, so I was glad Billy had his eyes
closed. This wasn't feeling good just sexually--it was feeling
good in other ways.
'Oh my God!' I thought. Not only am I queer for my little
brother, but now I am in love with him, addicted to him. Well, I
guess I didn't think of it as 'being queer,' anymore, just being
gay and in love. Right now, that was the best thing in the whole
world. Billy was on his stomach now and I was patting his ass,
gently, like it was something I had always done. That was cool.
"Oh, Billy, your... your--"
"My butt?" Billy sounded so sleepy--like he was a million
miles away. He was talking so slowly.
"Yeah. It was so hot, it like pulled the cum out of me."
"Mmmmm, it was trying to. I was like, 'Oh God yes, shove
it in me,' but it was like... so good and... you... and... the
ham... the picnic was... I pulled... the leaves... I love...
I... you love... uhh..."
'Ooops!' I thought, 'He's gone.' Billy was asleep. I got a
towel and wiped us off. Then I very gently kissed him on his
forehead, which did feel kinda cool. I just lay there, listening
to Billy breathing, and I noticed how it got slower and slower--
softer too. That was sexy. Everything about Billy was sexy.
I put the towel under the bed and crawled in. It felt so cool to
be in Billy's bed, snuggled up with him. I was in heaven.
Soon, I was asleep. I was dreaming of a picnic, and we were
eating ham sandwiches, with our eyes glued to the lake--and dying
to finish our sandwiches so we could go diving. I saw a baseball
field there, right next to the picnic table, and there was this
cute little kid, and he was looking right at me.
"Psssssst," he said, and then a very long pause. I was
still staring at the kid in the baseball field, but he seemed far
away, all of a sudden. I waited for him to say something.
"Psssssst."
"Huh?" I said. "Billy?"
"No," came the whispered voice, "It's me."
It was Robby. He came toward the bed as I got up to intercept
him. I steered him to my bed. I tried to shake the sleep from
my head.
"Oh, man, I was dreamin'. What's wrong, little Champ?"
Since Billy was asleep, Robby and I were both whispering, and
I hated to whisper.
"I can't sleep."
"Why not?"
"I'm horny."
"Oh, Robby--baby bro, I'm wiped. I couldn't do anything
for ya. Not like this, as tired as I am. I can hardly--"
"No, Tommy. You don't haf to do nothin'--I'll just fuck
ya'"
"Oh. Easy as that, huh?"
"Yah. All you gotta do is lay there."
"That's all I have to do, huh?"
"Yah. Easy, right?"
"No--but ok, Robby. I want a good blow job first, though,"
I said, pushing my luck and waiting to see how Robby would react.
"Well... ok. I'll do it. No prob."
I was amazed. All I had to do was make one demand, and Robby
lost his 'boss' status? I was thinking I was on to something.
"You guys sleep naked?"
"Yeah, well, we do now. I mean now that we, you know, do
sex stuff."
"Cool. So, Tommy..."
"Ok, Robby," I said. "Oh, no! Shit, I can't let you suck
me, now--I didn't take a shower. I made love to Billy, a little
while ago. Shit, I don't even know what time it is."
"It was two seventeen when I left my room, just now."
Leave it to boy genius to know that. He had a thing about time.
"Oh, Fuck! Robby, are you crazy? If it's two seventeen,
mom and dad are home. If they wake up and catch us, we're--"
"No, Tommy, they're still out, I checked. There's a
message on the answering machine--said they went to the lake with
Bob an' Kathy, and we should stay in the house until they call
us, tomorrow morning."
Dad and Robby had rigged the answering machine so this huge red
light would blink, just outside the kitchen, when there was a
message. That way, we couldn't miss anything important.
"Fuck! You shouldda told me that, first. You scared the
shit outta me just now, with that 'two seventeen' shit!"
"I'm sorry, Tommy," Robby said, as he grabbed my dick and
started stroking it.
"Uhhhh, yeah. Apology accepted."
"Mmmmm. Your thing doesn't seem scared, Tommy. It's all
hard and hot."
"C'mon, let me fuck you, Tommy."
"Robby, ok. But if we wake up Billy, you're on my shit
list," I said, without thinking."
"Tommy, I PROMISE. I'll be real quiet."
Again, Robby surprised me by being so meek and ready to
cooperate. 'Damn, this will be the first blow job Robby gives,'
I thought.
'Fuck!' I thought, 'How the hell is HE going to be quiet?' I
wasn't sure *I* could be quiet!
"I don't know, Robby. Let's go to your room. No--the
shower first. And I want a good blow job as soon as I'm clean."
"Yah, Tommy, yah! Anything."
"Wait. Let me make sure you really are horny," I said, as
soon as we were out of my room, and I reached for Robby's dick.
"Oh, fuck, Champ! Your thing is hot and harder than hell--
and it's all wet, too. What did you do to it?"
"Oh, well..... eh, I was playing with it. What's wrong
with it?"
"Nothing, Robby. Nothing. It's very...um... it's a lot
bigger than I thought it was." I wasn't kidding, either.
"Really?"
"Yeah, Champ. Either you're growing or I'm not remembering
so good."
"Mmmm! Pretty soon I'm gonna have the biggest thing of all
of us--right, Tommy?"
"Well, Champ, maybe sooner than I thought. Ok, take off
your clo--oh shit! Your naked," I said, as I adjusted the shower
water. We both giggled.
"Yah! You were just holding my--"
"Ok, ok, I know Robby. I'm still half-asleep, I guess."
I stood under the water, hypnotized, and I was thinking I am
crazy to be up now, after all we did, today. I was excited to be
with Robby, but I could use a ton more sleep, I thought.
"C'mon, Champ. Earn your fuck. Wash me." This was
feeling really good, getting aggressive with Robby.
Robby went right for my cock, and washed it for so long, I
thought it would drown.
"I think you got it, Champ. It's so clean, it's
sterilized, by now."
I no sooner said that, than Robby rinsed me, and was on his
knees. As soon as Robby's mouth touched my cock, I remembered.
Not only was this an important event that Billy probably
shouldn't miss seeing, but this was a no-no.
"Robby, stop."
"No, Tommy! What's wrong?" I could tell Champ was really
horny. He didn't want to stop.
"Look, Champ, I don't know if you can understand this, but
um, I made Billy promise that if any sex happened with you, that
I would be there too. I--I just can't have sex with you... not
without Billy."
"Ohhhh, fuck." Robby said, slowly and softly--half in
frustration, and half like he was seeing the solution to a huge
math problem, all of a sudden.
"How am I gonna cum then? I need it really really bad,"
Robby said, with such little-boy innocence.
Was I nuts? Innocence? Here was this twelve-year-old kid,
coming to me--his older brother by four years--to my bedroom, and
telling me he wants to fuck me. In the middle of the night, no
less! Still, looking at his face, he was a baby, compared with
me and Billy.
"Tell you what, Robby. I'll watch you jack off, and let
you spray your cum all over me."
"Yah! Way cool!"
I was hoping that wouldn't count as sex, in Billy's mind.
Somehow, in the shower, we ended up with me behind Robby, with my
arms around his chest. I could feel my dick, between his legs,
pressing, lengthwise, along Robby's crack. It felt good, but I
hoped he didn't think I was trying to fuck him. I hugged him a
little, as he jerked his cock so fast, the whole house was going
to start shaking, I thought.
"Robby, slow down, and stop stroking it," I said, as I
grabbed the soap and a washcloth. I spread Robby's cheeks a
little and washed all inside his butt-crack. I turned him around
and rinsed him, then turned his butt back toward me.
"What are you doing, Tommy?"
"You'll see. Bend over, Robby."
"Why?"
"Robby, shut up! Just do it."
Pretty soon, Robby's smooth, tight, hairless cheeks were staring
me in the face. I rubbed them with my hands and felt how perfect
and smooth they were. My cock was throbbing. I slipped one
finger inside the crack of my baby brother's ass, barely
touching, there, and slid it up and down. Robby moaned. I
spread his cheeks then, and started licking real lightly, up and
down his almost hairless little fold.
"You gonna fuck me?" Robby said.
"Just WAIT, OK?"
I started flicking my tongue, at different spots, all along his
cute valley.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, ohhhhh, Tommy."
Then I stared at my brother's perfect little hole. It looked
smaller than Billy's--tighter, stronger, and lighter-colored. I
started sliding my tongue across it.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhh!"
Robby's reaction, with his sharp sounds and high voice were
really getting me going. I was precumming like crazy. Each time
I flicked my tongue across his hot hole he made one of those sexy
sounds. I tried three flicks in a row.
"Uhh, uhh uhh."
Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, and shoved my tongue in, as
hard as I could.
"AHHhhhhhhh! Oh, Tommy, FUCK YEAH!"
"Robby, start stroking again." I was fucking my baby
brother, all right--with my tongue!
"I'm gonna cum!"
Robby turned around and faced me, stroking his meat furiously.
It wasn't long before Robby's tanned face got beet red and he was
spraying his juice all over me. I had his cum in my hair, on my
face, chest, abs and cock. It was dripping down on my lips, and
I licked them. Mmmmm. Damn!
"Oh, fuck, Robby," I said, admiringly, "Billy's right, you
are THE stud! I can't believe how good you shot."
"Really?"
"Damn right!"
"Wow! Are you gonna cum too, Tommy?"
"Nah, I think I'll wait. I'm way tired, anyway."
"Me too, I'm sleepy. I don't wanna go back to my room,
though." I rinsed us both off.
"Ok, Robby. You can sleep in my bed. I'm sleeping with
Billy, in his bed."
"Ok."
In the morning, it was all three of us in one bed. Robby was on
the very edge of Billy's bed, hanging on to me for dear life,
sound asleep. I was in the middle, and Billy was on the other
side of me, against the wall.
I was the only one awake, and I had to pee, really bad.
'Shit,' I thought, 'Between Robby with his bear grip on me, and
Billy with one arm over my chest, I'll never get out of here. I
slowly moved Billy's arm, and carried Champ to my bed. 'Whew!
I'm glad no one woke up,' I thought.
On my way to the bathroom, I looked down the hall toward the
kitchen, and I could see there was no flashing light, so I knew
mom and dad hadn't made their morning call yet. I was glad I was
awake so that someone would actually answer, when they did call.
It was almost nine-thirty--late for us to be getting up on a
Sunday.
I finished peeing--bent over, and trying to pee with a hardon,
but I did it, and couldn't wait to get back in bed with Billy--
especially since I had put Robby in my bed, and it would be just
the two of us. I drank a glass of water and crawled back into
bed.
Billy hadn't moved, and I put his arm back where it was, across
my chest. That felt good. I turned and looked at his face.
What a cute kid Billy was. He had less hair than Robby.
Billy's hair was blonde, and it looked very sparkly, but it was
light, so what little he had on his legs was invisible and he
only had a very thin layer of hair around his dick. He didn't
have a whole lot of hair under his arms, either. His chest was
so smooth, it shined. I didn't dare go back to sleep, and it was
late enough that Billy should be up, now--and I wanted to kiss
him so bad.
I ran my hand down his arm, and he started to wake up. I had a
huge smile on my face.
As soon as Billy's eyes opened, he smiled back, and we kissed.
It was a sleepy, gentle kiss, but it lasted a while.
"Morning, bro," I said, "Boy do you look good!"
"Mmmmm, hey," Billy said, sounding barely awake, "What's
up?"
"Do I have to tell you?" I said.
"Um, no, I guess not." Billy grinned wider. I slipped my
hand down to his dick, and Billy was like a rock.
"No, no, don't! Ahh! I gotta PEE!" That woke him up,
anyway.
"Haha! Ok, Billy. Hurry back."
I decided to join Billy in the bathroom.
"Tommy, I'm so fucking hard, I can't pee."
"C'mon, let's hop in the shower, Billy. You can pee there.
Besides, well have fun. Just don't pee on ME!"
"Sounds good. I'm thirsty, though."
"Ok. Get the shower going. I'll grab a water for ya."
As we washed each other, it was obvious that Billy and I were
getting more and more horny, and there was no way we were going
to be able to wait much longer.
"Hi!" A familiar head popped into the shower--Robby.
"Oh, It's YOU, again!" I said, staring Robby down, with
this sense of deja vu.
"You guys look horny," Robby said, easily, staring at
our cocks." Robby looked hard as a rock, himself.
"Yeah, we are Champ," Billy said, "We could sure use a nice
boy like you to suck us off, this morning."
"Oh, yah?" Robby said--his wheels turning, obviously.
"Yeah, Robby," I said, "You DO wanna be a GOOD brother and
help your older brothers out don't you?"
Robby paused. "Well... are you guys gonna help me, too?"
"Sure Champ!" Billy said, as we were drying off.
The doorbell rang.
"Fuck!" I said. "Robby--you're the driest. Grab a jock
and some shorts and go see who that is." I was the next driest,
so I got out of there and left Billy dripping in the shower.
I ran to my room and grabbed a jock and some shorts, myself. I
could hear conversation at the front door, but couldn't make it
out. I was just hopping into my shorts when Robby came to my
room.
"It's Marc," Robby said.
Just then, the phone rang. "Oh, Fuck!" I said. "Ok, Robby you
keep talking to Marc. Tell him I'll be right there--I gotta get
the phone."
"Wow. You guys are home alone?" I heard Marc say, just
before I picked up the handset.
It was mom. She sounded a little stressed, but said everything
was ok. They were having a storm and were going to sit tight and
see what happened.
"Marc's at the door," I said to mom, "He just rang the bell
like seconds before you called." Mom wanted to talk to Marc.
"Hey, Tommy," Robby yelled.
"Not now, Champ! Mom's on the phone. They're still up at
the lake. She wants to talk to Marc."
Marc took the phone. Marc was a nineteen-year-old college guy
who lived across the street and was home for the summer. Every
summer he and Gary, Billy's friend, would cut lawns in the
neighborhood. I thought Marc was sexy. When he cut our grass or
lawns nearby, I would sneak dad's binoculars and look at Marc, up
close, with them.
Marc just held the phone to his ear and said, "Uh, huh," a
thousand times, then he said, "Ok, Mrs. Robison, I'll check with
my mom, and do what I can. I'm sure it'll be all right," and
handed the phone to me.
I listened to mom and wrote down what she told me to, then hung
up. I had to explain what was up, to Billy and Robby, now.
"Tommy, what's up?"
"Everything's ok, Robby. Go get Billy."
Marc just stood around and watched, silently. Suddenly, there
was all this squealing in the hallway. I went out of the kitchen
to see what was up, with Marc sticking close to my side. Robby
and Billy were tickling each other.
"C'mon guys!" I said, "Quit fucking around!"
Marc glanced at me and I blushed, for cussing in front of him.
"Sorry," I said. "Hey guys, let's all go in the kitchen, I got
stuff to tell ya."
We were all sitting at the table, and I started explaining.
"Look guys, everything is ok, but mom and dad are going to
be up at the lake until tomorrow. There's a storm now, and the
road's flooded," I said, as I looked at my notes. "Mom and dad
are safe, so no need to worry."
"That's cool," Robby said.
"Yeah. Anyway, mom asked Marc to watch us and spend time
with us, as much as he can."
"Are you gonna stay over?" Robby said to Marc, sounding
more like an eight-year-old than a twelve-year-old.
"We don't know yet, Robby."
"I'm sure I can, but, I got to check with my mom," Marc
said. "I guess I'll go do that now."
Marc left, and we started discussing things.
"Doesn't mom trust us?" Billy asked. I smiled.
"Well, she didn't say that, but I bet she's just worried.
She said she didn't want us to be, 'bored.'
"Oh, my God!" Billy yelled, and we all broke out in a fit
of laughter.
"Oh yeah, mom," I said sarcastically, "I've fucked Billy
five times already, and I'm just bored outta my mind!"
We were all laughing out guts out.
"Oh, God," Robby said, as he slid to the floor, rolling
around and acting silly.
"Tommy," Billy said, "Do you think Marc is cute?"
"Hell, yeah! When you guys weren't around, I used to sneak
dad's binoculars and watch him.
"Oh fuck," Billy said, "I used to do the same thing."
"No shit?"
"I think he's hot," Robby said.
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