Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 18:51:05 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 13
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 13 READING TIME: 22 MINUTES
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Thanks to Terry, for his idea for this chapter.
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) June 10, 2001 by Danny Meyer.
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MAIN CHARACTERS SECTION, BELOW, HAS BEEN EXPANDED
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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 - 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.
Tommy is 5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, smooth, with dark hair,
and deep, hot, brown eyes.
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.
Billy is the thinnest and fairest of the three brothers.
He is 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds, very tight-looking, and
smooth. His blonde hair is very fine and invisible, in
places. Billy has striking blue eyes.
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.
NICKNAMES: Champ; Boy-genius.
Robby is 5' 5" tall, 120 lbs.--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.
--A Neighbor College Boy--
Marc - Marc Denton, age 19. Marc lives across the street and is
a college student, home for the summer. Marc is 6'1"
tall, 180 lbs. He's thin but athletic-looking. Marc has
dark brown hair, green eyes, and is an end on his college
football team. Marc has fine, aquiline facial features
and is considered to be very good-looking. Marc often
plays backyard sports with Tommy and Billy. Sometimes
he wrestles with all three brothers, and other boys.
Marc is introduced at the end of Chapter 11.
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
[The brothers' fun is interrupted by Marc, who rings the doorbell.]
We all scrambled for our clothes, and I ran into our room and got a
jock, for Billy. I pulled my clothes on, and helped Billy get
dressed. I didn't even notice Robby, but he was up and dressed by
the time I had Billy up and walking. The doorbell rang. I kissed
Billy, before we headed for the front door. "I'm sorry, bro."
Billy was silent. This was sad, almost. One minute, we were all
dripping and naked, ready to cum--and now THIS! All three of us
were red-faced and sweaty as could be, from all the activity and
sex play--let alone on the edge of cumming! I gave my two brothers
one last glance, before I opened the front door.
"Hi, Marc," was said, three times, so close together it was
almost one.
"Hey!" Marc said, "You guys look all sweaty and red. What've
you been up to?"
"Um, just wrestling. We're done, though," I said.
"Yah," Robby said to Marc, "You wanna play 'prisoner'?"
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REMINDER: Scroll up to 'Main Characters'
for more compete descriptions.
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CHAPTER 13 - COLLEGE BOY BABYSITTER -vs- THE BROTHERS
ROUND ONE
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Chapter text: 28.3 K Reading time: 22 minutes
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"Uh, well..." Marc said, blushing, and a little
uncomfortable. He smiled at Robby. He had pretty teeth, to go
along with his cute face, and his smile had my attention.
"No, Robby," I said. "Marc just got here. He has stuff to
put away, and, oh--um, I'm sorry, Marc. We didn't think about
where you would sleep, tonight."
Marc was wearing light green running shorts and a basketball tank
top. The thin, fuzzy hair on his arms and legs looked like it was
sun-bleached, and he had a nice tan. The hair sticking out from
under his arms was really thick. His neck looked strong, but it
wasn't a meathead neck. He was so tall!
The green shorts and the green trim in the t-top made Marc's eyes
look really cool. There was no doubt he looked sexy, and I noticed
Billy was practically drooling.
"Marc, thanks for coming here to look in on us," I said, "I
think it's so cool that you would do this. My mom said to say
thanks, too."
Actually, although Marc was cool to be around, I felt that this was
the end of our sex, for now--maybe until the next time we were in
the house, alone.
"No problem, Tommy, classes are over, for the summer, and I'm
glad to do it. You mom thanked me a thousand times, I think. My
mom and I like you guys, very much. You have a good family. Your
mom and dad wanted to pay me, but I said, 'No way!' I don't want to
be paid. Besides my mom would kill me!"
Marc was extra close to his mom--because she was divorced. I was
pretty sure that was the reason. I know we had fun when dad would
play basketball with us and Marc would come over. Dad said Marc
was a natural athlete.
I showed Marc all around the house, and when we got to the spare
bedroom, I was glad the door was closed. "This is our playroom," I
said, lying. "It's really messy right now. You don't wanna see
that." Finally, we went back upstairs, and I showed him our two
bedrooms.
"It's a very nice house," Marc said to me.
"Thanks."
"So, where do you wanna sleep?" Robby yelled.
"You could sleep with me and Billy in there," I said,
pointing to my room, "or you--"
"No! Sleep in MY room," Robby said, jumping up and down.
"It's bigger and I got a big bed!" There was this cute, little-boy
charm in Robby's voice.
I never knew why Champ had the bigger of the two rooms. I guess
that's just one of the things you grow up with and never think
about.
Marc smiled at Robby. I knew from watching Marc cut the grass and
play in the neighborhood that he liked the little kids and they
liked him. Marc would even wrestle with some of them when they
ganged up on him, and he'd let them 'pin' him. Marc was fun. Now,
we were in the hallway, just outside Robby's room, with my room to
one side.
"Ok, genius," Marc said, grinning widely, at Robby, "Your
room, it is. You're small enough, you won't do anything that will
keep me awake, at night."
Billy lost it, and ran off, suddenly.
'Oh, how wrong, how wrong!' I thought. If Marc only knew the
things that Robby might do, if only Marc would want them. Well, I
was really guessing. Probably it was more likely that Robby would
be too scared to try anything with a nineteen-year-old. Marc was
behind me, and I glared at Robby with a look that could kill. I
had to admit, I got a throb in my dick, seeing Robby gulp, in fear.
Then it hit me. 'Suppose Robby gets too aggressive, and freaks
Marc?'
"COOL!" Robby said, as he opened his closet door and invited
Marc to hang up his things. The closet was neat as a pin. I had
never seen Robby's closet look so organized. Billy returned at
that moment, and when he saw Robby's closet, his jaw dropped as low
as mine.
"Gee, Robby," Billy said, half-tauntingly, "I see you--"
"Come on, Marc, let's go have a Coke, or something." I said,
cutting Billy off, and trying to prevent a typical Billy and Robby
teasing match.
"Sounds, good, Tommy," Marc said, "I can put my things away,
later, if that's all right."
Marc had a deeper voice that was driving me crazy. I steered Marc
to the kitchen and we sat down. I had totally forgotten about the
Cokes.
Billy and Robby followed us to the kitchen, and Billy went right
for the fridge and got out four Cokes. We all snapped them open,
and started guzzling. It was a hot day, and the cold Coke tasted
good.
"Ah," Marc said, "Hits the spot. It's warm, today."
"You wanna go swimming?" Robby asked.
"Champ, wait, OK?" Billy said.
"We go swimming naked," Robby blurted, enthusiastically.
"When we're alone," I said, blushing.
"Yah," Robby said, "But Marc's cool. He could--"
"Robby, shut UP!" Billy said.
Marc blushed, himself.
"Um, sorry, Marc," I said, "sometimes--"
"Hey, it's cool, amigos--no sweat," Marc said, smiling,
"Reminds me of me and MY brothers. I miss them. I love this."
Marc was the youngest of three brothers. It just then hit me that
Marc was one of three boys, just like I was--only he was the
youngest and I was the oldest.
"Oh, well, that's good, then," I said, trying to hide the
fact that I could have killed Robby, at that point. "So, um, what
did you want to do?"
"A swim sounds, great, but I didn't think to bring a
swimsuit, so, I guess..."
"Oh," I said, disappointed, "I don't think any of ours would
fit you. Maybe, one of dad's? Billy--go in dad's room and--"
"No, no, please," Marc said, "I could just run home and--"
"You don't NEED one," Robby insisted.
"ROBBY!" Billy yelled.
"You guys really go naked?" Marc asked.
"Yeah," I said, blushing again, "We have a huge privacy
fence, and, well, um--"
"It's been a long time. Might be fun. I used to go skinny-
dipping up at a pond, with my brothers. Well, there's no girls
here, so, whatever you guys do, I guess I can do, too," Marc said.
Billy and Robby exchanged glances, and Billy ran out of the
kitchen, coughing. Marc's eyes widened.
'Oh, SHIT!' I thought, 'Bad thing to say, around THIS house.'
I was throbbing, and I was glad I made everyone put jocks on--at
least I HOPED Robby put one on.
"Is he ok?" Marc said, concerned about Billy.
"Oh, sure," I said, "He um--just drinks too fast sometimes."
I noticed Robby, giggling, and I had to ignore it, just then.
"Yah, he does that all the time," Robby said.
"Ok," I said, "I'll be right back," and I walked into the
hallway. "Billy--can you give me a hand, here?" I said, looking
down the hall at Billy.
Off I went to our bedroom and shut the door. I could only hope
Robby would behave with Marc, and I hated to leave the two of them
alone, in the kitchen.
"What's up, bro?" Billy said.
"What's UP? Are you CRAZY? US, go swimming naked, with
HIM?"
"God, he IS hot, Tommy, but uh, I don't--"
"Stand up Billy." I yanked down Billy's shorts and jock all
in one move. I did the same. "Were both hard. Why?"
"Well, coz Marc's hot and we're--"
"Exactly! Are you gonna stay soft, Billy--running around the
pool naked, with him?"
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!"
"Exactly!" I said, as I stared at Billy's dick. I was on my
knees, in a flash. I pressed his dick hard, with my tongue, as I
pumped my mouth, as fast as I could. I knew how horny and
frustrated Billy was, and I had never had anything hotter, in my
mouth. I could taste his precum and actually feel it flow, as it
came out of his dick. I was as horny as he was, I was sure.
Just as I was reaching for my own aching cock, Billy grabbed my
dick like it was a handle, started to lay on the floor and
whispered, "Sixty-nine--the stories, remember?"
It was heaven. As my mouth drooled with Billy's boiling, wet boner
in it, his hot mouth was all over mine. We were on our sides,
facing each other, and my hips automatically started pumping.
Billy did the same, seconds after. We were really going at it.
I grabbed two pillows from the bed, just in time for us to scream
into them as both of our cocks went off, a few seconds apart.
It wasn't love. It wasn't even sex. It was animal need--the
fluids built up in us that had to come out. We just shoved our
dicks in and out as fast as we could, and came!
'It must have been good though,' I thought to myself, as we smiled
at each other, and I saw the big all-American-boy smile my sexy,
blonde brother was giving me. We got up, and we were standing with
our shorts and jocks around our ankles. Billy bent down, to pull
his shorts up, and I just couldn't resist and gave Billy a nice,
healthy, bare-handed slap on the butt--smiling, of course.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?"
I was suddenly feeling like I knew I could say anything to Billy.
I felt totally released.
"So you could do it back. C'mon, give it to me, Billy--some
little brother's revenge!"
"No shit? Ok, Tommy!"
"CRAAACCCKKKKKK!!!"
"Ohhhhhh, Geeeeeezzzz!"
"Well, you asked for it. Did it hurt, that bad?"
"No, no, it was fine. Hurt just right." I said, blushing
again, but smiling, in fun. Today seemed to be my blushing day for
some reason.
"Cool! Now I can fuck you AND beat your butt, huh?" Billy
said, giving me this cute smile, and laughing.
"Shit, I almost forgot!"
"What, Tommy?"
"I'm scared about Marc sleeping with Robby. Suppose Robby
tries something and Marc doesn't like it?"
"Oh, fuck!"
"Exactly, Billy."
"Well, we'll just make Marc sleep with us," Billy said,
grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Yeah, you'd like that--I know you! Oh, my little brother is
hot for a BIG boy's body! Ooooooooo, Billy dumped Matty Damon,
already--and now he's horny for some hot, nineteen-year-old dick
and ass!"
"Tommy, shut UP!" Billy said, laughing, embarrassed, and
trying to sound mad.
I had Billy blushing so much, it was making me horny. I loved
doing that to him--it didn't happen that often.
"Ha ha! Gotcha, Billy!!"
"Yeah like YOU wouldn't wanna do something with him!"
"Why not!"
"See?"
"Billy, we can't force Marc to sleep with us, now--it's too
late. He already picked Robby's room. I think we should have
Robby sleep with us and let Marc be alone in Robby's room."
"Robby! Oh, great. So who are you gonna sleep with--him or
me?"
"Huh? I'll sleep with you, bro!"
"We should leave it the way it is, man."
"Ok--well, I'll think about it. Anyway, Billy--get Robby
when Marc isn't paying attention and--"
Billy rushed in for a kiss and about knocked me over. This time MY
mouth dropped open, and his tongue explored me and pushed in,
forcefully. I felt weak, and Billy's arms suddenly seemed so
strong. Whatever was happening, it was really new, very good, and
a little scary. But I was loving it.
We both said 'I love you.' at the same time, and then laughed.
"Hey, Tommy--what if we get hard, anyway? I mean--"
"You're right. Shit! Well--we can think about Algebra."
"No, Geometry's worse."
"Ok, Geometry. Or World War II---ANYTHING!"
"Yup!" Billy said, "Blood and guts. That oughtta do it."
"Oh---Robby!" I said.
"What about Robby?"
"His DICK!"
"Earth to Tommy--what the fuck are you talking about?!!"
"Sorry, Billy. When you, um--your kiss--made me dizzy." I
could see my little bro's big, white smile, again. "I mean,
Robby's gonna have the same problem, hanging around, naked with
Marc--the problem we just, um, SOLVED?"
"Oh, fuck! Yup! So, uh--"
"So when Marc's busy talking to me, you take Robby upstairs
and get him off. OK, Billy?"
"I don't wanna do that."
"Why not? I thought you said Robby was--"
"He has the hots for you, Tommy."
I could feel the tears start to well up. Here was the boy I loved,
more than Robby--more than anyone, and he looked so hurt. My heart
started to sink, and my head was scrambling for ideas.
"I'll put a stop to THAT, Billy."
"No, don't. You can't. You'll hurt him, Tommy."
"Billy, I--I only want you! I mean--"
"I know. Ok, I'll suck him off."
I was relieved, but at the same time, I was bummed that bad
feelings were creeping in. I had no clue what could be done about
it, either. That was the bad part.
Billy started to leave the room, and then turned back to me.
"I just want to have sex with you. Alone!"
"I want that, too."
"Ok, Tommy. Tonight, then--in the guest room, after it gets
late and they're asleep?"
"Yes, sure, Billy. Anything! You know I want you."
"We better get rid of these shorts and jocks and get our
robes on. We don't want Marc to see these jocks. He's gonna
wonder what's up."
Normally we went naked, straight from the house, but with Marc
there I thought it would be better if we had something on, and
stripped at poolside.
"Yeah, Billy. I think if he sees those, he'll KNOW what's
up!"
As Billy and I walked into the kitchen, it was obvious that while
talking to Marc, Robby was playing with himself, under the table.
When I got at just the right angle, I glared at Robby.
"Why don't we go down to the pool?" I said to Marc.
"Great!" Marc said, "I can't wait to cool off."
I noticed Billy was getting ready to take Robby back to the
bedroom.
'Well, this is it,' I thought, as Marc and I walked down the steps
to the pool. I was nervous, thinking about watching him undress,
in front of me--or maybe he would do it somewhere else. I started
to imagine what Marc's dick would look like, and could feel mine,
getting hard. I was not too happy about that. 'What if he
notices?'
"Ah! Nice, sunny day," Marc said, sounding so smooth and
relaxed, as we got to the bottom of the stairs, "I can't wait to
dive in that water."
I thought of saying, 'I can't wait to see you naked,' and that
shocked me--that I would actually think about saying that.
"Yeah, me too," I said, nervously, as I sat down and hoped my
boner wouldn't show through the robe.
Marc looked me right in the eyes. "You guys are pretty cool, you
know that? And Robby, he's a sweet kid, he tickles me. I see you
guys getting mad at him, but don't--not for my sake. I could take
him home and eat him up. My mom loves him too. But, really, all
you guys are fun."
I couldn't believe my ears. Then again, I was reading in a lot of
things into what he was saying--stuff I knew he didn't mean. I
also couldn't believe how casually he took his tank top off and
reached for his shorts. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.
"We really like you too," Marc, I said, as he slipped his
shorts down and I was staring at his white briefs and this bulge,
in the middle of them. I felt precum on my dick. I was dizzy,
almost.
"Well, I'm glad, you do, Marc said, as he started to walk
around, "You guys are all good sportsmen."
It wouldn't have been so bad, but they were bikini briefs, and I
could see part of his butt, as he walked around. Then he turned
and started walking toward me. I couldn't tell if he was hard or
soft, his cock looked so huge inside his underwear. My mouth went
dry.
"Well, arkpff, um--yeah, I'm glad you like us. We like you
too," I stuttered, suddenly realizing I had already said that. Now
I was blushing, really bad, and Marc was looking right at me,
obviously seeing how red my face got. At least I was smiling, and
that helped, I hoped. I tried to think of Algebra, Geometry, the
last pop quiz we had in math class, but this boner was not budging.
"How old is Robby?"
"Twelve. He was twelve about two months ago."
"I'm not too sure about this," Marc said, "--about being
naked with you guys... I don't think your parents or my mom would
be too happy if they found out I was naked, in front of you--
especially since I am supposed to be looking out after you."
"Well, ah, I--you don't have to, but um, we already talked
about it--and we think it's cool and, well--they don't know we go
naked, so we would never tell anyone--I SWEAR!"
"Oh--so you SNEAK the skinny-dipping, eh?" Marc said, with a
big, knowing smile.
"Yeah! It's our secret. We sneak a lot of things around
here."
'Why the fuck did I say that?' I thought. I was so embarrassed.
"So, uh--where are your brothers?"
"Oh, they're around here--some...where... I guess." My eyes
were glued to Marc's hands.
I couldn't believe how casual Marc was--talking so normal to me--
looking right at me and slipping his briefs off at the same time.
His dick wasn't hard, but it hung down so long and so thick, I
couldn't believe it. He was bigger than dad, and I thought dad was
huge. I couldn't help noticing Marc's balls, they looked so
perfect.
Marc's pubes were full, and lighter than the hair on his head and
it looked so fine and perfect. But his dick had a big head, and
the whole thing looked so thick and strong--like you could beat
somebody up, with it.
All of a sudden it was quiet, and I instantly realized I had been
staring at Marc's dick, for God knows how long. At the last
second, I looked up into his perfect pecs and abs, and just
drooled. He was so tanned, too.
"Well, I'm off," Marc said, as he turned and dove into the
pool.
"Hey, cool dive!" Billy said, as he walked toward me.
"Oh, my God, Billy, Oh, my GOD!" I whispered. "He stripped
right in front of me! Did you see his--"
"Yup. He's huge. I was watching through the glass." Billy
stared, at me. "Man, you look red as a lobster, Tommy!"
"Ok, ok, don't remind me. Do you think he was half hard, or
that he's just that big?"
"I don't know, either way--he's big! And so fucking fine!
So hot! Oh, Tommy... oh, my God. Look at him swim--he's perfect.
He's way cute and his body is so awesome! Ohhh, fuck, yeah!"
"Oh," I said, sounding disappointed. "You got the hots for
him. I think he's cute and all, and with him undressing, he had me
going but, well--I know you go for the manly type. I guess I don't
feel very manly, now, with him here. I don't blame you, Billy.
He's beautiful."
"Don't worry, Tommy. We can still have some fun, without
messing up anything. I think you're manly as hell. Marc's way
cool but he's older and he makes me nervous. I could definitely
get into his shorts, but I couldn't I couldn't like--"
"Wait. Where's Robby?"
"That's what I came down to ask you about. I do feel like
we're really a team, and I--uh, well um, Robby doesn't wanna be
sucked off. He--"
"HUH? Is he sick, or what?"
"Ha ha! No, he wants to fuck me. And I wanted--"
"My permission?" I asked.
"Well, um, yup, I would want that anyway--but we already
fucked him once, so--but, uh, I don't WANT him to fuck me, Tommy.
I want YOUR dick in me, and not his. Ok?"
This was the most serious I'd ever seen Billy, and I was elated.
"So, you mean big brother has to get baby bro's rocks off?"
"Yup! I don't care if we all play around, or who you want to
have fuck you, Tommy, but I want--just... oh fuck!" Billy said,
starting to cry, "Just YOU inside me, Tommy."
"Come in the house, a sec."
Once we were out of sight, I kissed Billy. He hugged me, tighter
than he ever had. 'What a turnover!' I thought. I was the one who
had the hots for Billy, and thought I'd be lucky if he let me suck
him, once in a while, and now, he wanted me--really wanted me.
"Billy, I never thought I'd say this, but, I'll do anything
you want."
"I sorta knew that, Tommy. I've been feeling that for while,
but when you said it just now--it... just made me feel good.
"Billy, you--"
"Tommy, we're brothers, and I know we love each other--all
three of us. LET Robby fuck you. Let him make LOVE, to you. Make
love to him back, if you want. It's ok. It's just that--as long
as--as... you--"
"Billy--we're really lovers, now, right?" I said, making sure
he could hear it in my voice that I believed we were.
"Yes," Billy said, the tears subsiding.
"I felt that way about you almost from the beginning, Billy.
I just needed to hear it from you." We kissed again. "You meant
what you said, didn't you--about all of us, and about me and Robby,
I could tell."
"For sure, I meant it, Tommy."
"Ok. You get out there, and keep Marc company. I'll go, um,
take care of our baby brother. You know he's yours, same as he's
mine." Billy was propped against the wall, looking half-exhausted,
like he was going to slide down, any second, and sit on the floor.
"You ok, Billy?"
"Yup."
"Good."
"I love, you," I heard Billy say, softly, as I got to the top
of the stairs. I was headed for my room, where I thought Robby
would be.
"Oh, Tommy!" Robby said, as I walked in. He put his arms
around me and gave me his best version of a bear hug.
I hugged him back and squeezed the air out of him. His little body
felt so small and vulnerable. My dick got this surge of new life.
I started to kiss Robby, hesitantly--thinking this might not be the
greatest turn-on, for him--but he responded right away and pressed
back, hard, into my lips. His dick throbbed against my leg.
Robby and I had hugged and kissed, before, but this was different.
Robby was passionate. He overwhelmed me in a way that was totally
unexpected, and he caught me by surprise. Whatever charms he was
using, worked--I felt waves of passion, myself.
"Fuck me, Robby."
"Yah. Will you fuck me back?"
Billy may have given me his blessing, but after Champ said that,
and as he greased his cock and put it against my ass, I felt I was
cheating.
"Yeah, but I might really slam it into you, Champ."
In this short while, Robby had me on the bed and he managed to get
my legs up, over his shoulders. With one, quick motion he greased
my butt.
"You ready?" Robby asked, with a mischievous grin, as he
grabbed his dick.
"Sure. I'm ready for you, anytime, baby bro."
I should have known something was up when I saw that grin of his.
At first, I thought something had scared Robby, and he had just
jumped. Then I felt it.
He was so quick--he rammed his cock up my ass in a giant shove, and
I was just now feeling it. I saw stars--of pain. I grabbed the
pillow and screamed into it. Here I was, taken over by a little
twelve-year-old, and my butt hurt like hell--and I loved it.
'Raped by my baby brother,' I thought, and my dick throbbed. I
never pictured anything like this, but I was glad when the pain
stopped, and I could enjoy little Champ shoving his dick into me,
hard as he could, and working up a sexy sweat--well, not for long.
"Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!"
It was all over--ten seconds from start to finish, but damn! The
throbs of Robby's cock were unbelievably strong. We had forgotten
about the condom, but none of us had any sex, except with each
other--so I knew it didn't matter. I felt Robby's cum start to
leak out of me. We hugged, for I don't know how long.
"Man! I can feel your thing, throbbing, Robby. It's so
thick, it fills me up." I wasn't kidding. Robby had some serious
thickness going for him, and my butt knew it!
"Tommy, that felt awesome," Robby said, as he began to pull
away. "My thing felt like extra good, this time."
"No, Robby. Don't pull out, yet. You feel so good inside
me. You know you're thing is thicker than Billy's?"
"Yah. A little longer too, right?"
"Yeah, Champ. Right. Just don't say that to Billy, or rub
it in."
"I know. It's not cool to have a smaller one than your
younger brother."
"Right. That's quite a boner you got there, Champ. I can
still feel it throbbing--it hasn't let up." I swore it felt bigger
than the last time.
"Yah," Robby said, with a flashy smile, rivaling Billy's.
"I'm gonna do it again." And he started pumping his hips. His
dick was hotter than ever.
"Hey, wait, Robby. Slow down. Hold off for a few. Why
don't you pull out for a while."
"Well... ok."
As Robby pulled out of me, he was supporting his upper body with
one hand on the bed. As he lost his balance, he brought his left
hand over for support in a lightning-quick movement. In doing
this, his knuckles hit me, squarely on my balls, with full force.
I twisted myself quickly and screamed into the mattress, so Billy
and Marc wouldn't hear me, outside.
"Ohhhhh, FUCK! Ahhhhhh! Awww, SHIT! Owwwwwww!"
"Tommy! Oh, God, Tommy!"
Robby ran out of the room, in panic, while I doubled over, holding
my balls. It seemed like he was back in five seconds.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Tommy. Tommy are you ok? Here. Ice.
They say it's good for this. "
"Uhhhhh, thanks," I said, as I put the ice on my nuts and
felt the welcome relief, "How did you know about using ice, for
this?"
"Your stories--I read 'em, Tommy."
"You little shit! You read my stories?" I said, grinning
from ear to ear, somewhat miffed, but mostly proud of Champ,
somehow.
"Yah."
"Now, I see why you know so much."
"Tommy, how's that feel?"
"Hurts, Champ. It's getting better. I'll be fine. So, you
read my stories--ALL of 'em?"
"Yah. I even practiced."
"Practiced?"
"Yah. Gary had this old cigar tube, from his gramps. It was
really heavy and strong, and shaped kinda like a dick. Gary just
gave it to me. Gary doesn't know--"
"So, does that mean you--well, uh--exactly what did you do
with it, Robby?"
"You remember that one story, where the guy has this plastic
dick, or whatever, and he puts it inside himself--in his butt?"
"Well, sorta, Robby--I read those, kinda fast."
"Yah, so I used mom's stuff to grease the tube, and put it
inside my butt. It took a long time to get used to that, but I
kept doing it."
"Oh! So THAT'S why it was easy to stretch you and fuck you!"
"Yah. Can fuck you again, now, Tommy?"
"Well--sure, Champ, but... I'm horny too."
"Oh."
"How do I put this--big brother is totally hot for baby
brother's ass."
"Really?"
"No, I'm just faking."
"He he! Wow. Your thing looks like maybe you ARE horny,"
Robby said, playfully.
"Yeah, Robby--so horny, I might just tie you down and rape
you," I said half-jokingly.
"Fuck me, Tommy."
"How 'bout if I make love to ya, Champ?"
"Make love to me? Isn't that the same?"
"Nope."
"What's the difference?"
"I'll show you, Robby."
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"So, any word from your parents?" Marc said to Billy, as he
stretched out, naked and face-up, on a chaise lounge. Billy, naked
in the adjacent chaise lounge, got up and dragged his lounge chair
close to Marc's. He sat on it sideways, put his feet on the
ground, and leaned toward Marc. His eyes scanned Marc's body, from
head to toe.
"Yup. They're still up at the lake. They're pretty sure
they'll be stuck there for a while, yet."
"Any word when they're coming back?"
"They're pretty sure tomorrow, but the storm's still going,
and they can't tell, exactly."
"Is the storm that bad?" Marc asked, making Billy wonder if
Marc was unhappy with his babysitting, already.
"Uh, well, they're up by Bluewater Ridge, and the roads flood
real easy."
"I heard about that. I hear it's nice, up there."
"Yup. We got a little house at the top of the hill, where
you can see the lake," Billy said, as he let the excess sunblock
drip from his dangling fingers onto Marc's well-tanned thigh.
"Well, not that little, anymore--dad put a big addition on it, a
while ago," Billy said, nervously, as he let his fingers touch
Marc's thigh, and started rubbing the sunblock in, slowly, with a
feather-light touch.
"You want me to rub some sunblock on you?" Billy asked, hesitantly.
With his typical grin, Marc said, "No, that's ok. It's getting hot
out here, I think I'll hit the pool one more time and then take a
shower."
Billy was staring at Marc's cock, as much as he could, and by this
time, Billy mouth was partly open, and the veins in his neck were
starting to stick out. He was red as a beet too.
"Well, uh, um, ok," Billy said, "Yup, it's um, hot, for sure."
Then Billy looked down at himself, and saw that he had a raging
boner, and Marc was looking. "Ah! Oh, God--Marc, I--oh shit, I'm,
um--sorry...I didn't--"
"It's ok, Billy. We're all men here. When I was fourteen, I
was that way, half the time. They're catching, you know," Marc
said, still smiling warmly.
"Huh?" Billy said, visibly trembling.
"Look," Marc said, looking down at his crotch. His dick had
thickened, and was a little longer, now. Billy stared, entranced.
"Oh, wow! Holy--"
"So don't worry about it, Billy, ok?" Marc said, as he got up
and dove into the pool, again.
"Holy fuckin' shit," Billy gasped, softly, as he grabbed his
dick and came all over himself.
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