Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 22:36:11 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 17
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 17 READING TIME: 14 MINUTES
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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 narrates.]
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...
[Robby tells his brothers he is straight.]
"Yah," Robby said, blushing. I don't wanna do this anymore.
I don't wanna be bi, I'm straight, now."
"Yup. Sure, Champ!"
"Come on, Robby," I said, half-smiling.
"I was scared last night, next to him! You guys had each
other and I was alone with him. This is too hard."
"Goddammit, Champ, you're scarin' us--cut it out!" Billy
said.
"Robby, come on, you can't mean it. You--"
"Shit! I do mean it. Ok?"
Robby was dead serious. I couldn't believe this. My heart was
pounding in my throat, and Billy looked devastated.
"Ok, Champ. If this is what you want--"
"Tommy!" Billy whined.
"No, Billy, we can't force him. This is totally his thing."
"Fuck!"
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REMINDER: Scroll up to 'Main Characters'
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Reading time: 14 minutes
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CHAPTER 17 - COMING TO A HEAD?
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"You gonna make another waffle?" Robby asked.
"Sure, Champ," I said, ruffling his hair. I was smiling, but
inside, I was all torn up.
"Champ," Billy said, softly, "You--"
Billy buried his face in his hands. There was nothing I could do.
I thought of telling Billy, 'It's ok,' but that sounded stupid, as
I thought about it.
Everything was different now. My head was spinning, and my heart
was--however it was, it felt bad. Of all people to duck out--
Robby! I loved Robby, and now that he was stepping out of our
special circle, I loved him more--I had to admit, I wanted him
more. But what did this mean for me and Billy?
Billy and I were sitting at the table facing the kitchen doorway,
and Robby was very quiet, behind us, looking out the window. We
were ALL quiet. The mood had gone from happy to sad, and no one
had much to say. Robby didn't move a muscle, I thought. At least
I didn't hear him moving--I couldn't see him--him being behind me.
I was thinking about putting another waffle on, when Marc appeared
in the doorway--all wrapped up in dad's white robe, that I had set
out for him. I felt myself tense up.
"Mornin,'" Marc said, softly.
"Mornin,'" Billy and I said. I could hear Robby turning
around, so he could see Marc. To me, Marc looked tired, worried,
or something. I guess, to him, we looked like someone had died, we
were so gloomy.
"Well, I guess you heard the news," Marc said.
"News?"
Unbeknownst to me and Billy, Robby was gritting teeth, making a
face, gesturing frantically at Marc--totally panicked, and shaking
his head.
Marc got this really weird look on his face.
"Yeah, uhh, on the radio... just now... some UFO sighting in
New Mexico, I think. Sounded cool."
"No, we don't listen to the radio, much," I said.
"So, uh, why the gloom and doom this morning, guys? What's
up?"
"Oh, nothing," Billy said, trying to look and sound cheery,
"We um... we were just bummed, kinda, that you--weren't up yet."
"Oh, that sounds good. Man, I'm glad it cooled off, a
little. It was sweltering, last night."
"Yup. Nice and comfy, now," Billy said.
"Still warm, though," Marc said, "Anyone for a morning swim?"
"Well," I said, "I was just gonna make waffles. I guess we
can go after we eat."
"Waffles, huh? Chef Tommy, I presume?" Marc said.
"Well, um, chef Mom did the batter," I said.
"Sure, Tommy," Marc said, "I can put off a swim for a few
waffles."
"I'm ready!" Billy said,
"Yah!" Robby chimed in.
"This is great! I ought to come look after you guys more
often," Marc said, as he went toward Robby and the window. "That
pool sure is great. Looks nice, too. How are YOU doing, Robby?"
"Ok."
"That's good. Hungry?"
"Yah."
"He's always hungry," Billy said.
I was just pouring the batter for what I hoped would be the first
un-burned waffle, when the phone rang. Billy answered it.
"Marc, it's some guy."
I was glad we had a notepad glued to the wall, and a pen by a
string, because Marc started to write something down. He hung up
the phone, and sat down. Robby sat down next to him and everyone
was waiting for that first waffle, like a pack of hungry bears.
"Well, guys," Marc said, "I have a new partner this year, for
the lawn cutting business, and I had hoped he could cover for me
the whole time I was here, but, he has to quit at three o'clock to
help his dad lay new carpet in their living room."
"What's his name?" Robby asked.
"Scott. Scott Miller."
"Oh, I know him." I said, "He's kinda--he's a really nice
guy. Gonna be a senior next, year, I think."
"Yup," Billy said.
"That's right, Tommy. And he is a nice guy. Very reliable."
"What happened to Gary?" Robby asked.
"Gary was great, too, Champ, but Gary's mom wasn't happy with
his grades, so she's sending him to summer school, and wants him
home, studying, as much as possible. So, Scott agreed to join me."
"Oh."
Billy turned to me, and mouthed the words, 'Scott is hot!' I
nodded, in agreement. Scott was only a year older than me, but at
17, he had a great build.
Of course, Billy and I knew that Gary, Robby's friend, was really
smart, but kind of a goof off, so I thought he deserved to go to
summer school. We goofed off too, but, we knew how to do it right.
Champ was practically a genius, so he never had trouble with his
grades.
"Anyway," Marc said, "I'm going to leave here at three, and
go talk to Scott, to see what lawns are left to be cut, this
afternoon. You guys ok with that?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Yah."
"Sure." I was glad.
My wheels started spinning right away as to what Billy and I would
be doing. Then, I remembered, Robby wouldn't be available for sex,
anymore, and I was way bummed. Maybe that would work out, though,
and give me more time with Billy. Still, with Robby running loose
and Billy and I trying to make love, it might not be so great.
Breakfast was good. My waffles turned out pretty tasty, even
though one got stuck, and we spilled some syrup on the floor,
everyone said it was a success.
"Well," Marc said, after we finished cleaning up, "I don't
know about you guys, but I'm still sweaty from last night. I'm
going to hit the shower, first, so I don't mess up your nice pool
water."
"Ok, cool," I said.
As soon as Marc was out of sight, I grabbed Robby, and Billy knew
just what to do, and got up. We were both practically on top of
Robby, who was wide-eyed.
"Robby, you stink!" Billy said.
"Yeah, God, you're awful!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"Robby, get your butt in the downstairs shower right now!" I
said.
"Ok, ok!"
A soon as Robby was gone, it was like Billy and I had it planned.
We grabbed each other and kissed until we were both hard as hell.
"God, you feel good," Billy said.
"Really? You feel that way, too?"
"Yup!"
"God, Billy, I think you feel wonderful."
Billy gave me his little boy laugh, and blushed. I guess we were
both avoiding the subject of Robby, and his new status. I was also
avoiding the subject of Marc, and I hoped Billy would too.
"Mmmmmm, Tommy--more!"
I was kissing him all over his face and neck and using my tongue to
play with this ear.
"That tickles, a little."
"God, I can't wait for three o'clock."
"YOU? Fuck, that was only half a load I shot in the shower.
I got some build-up, here," Billy said, as he grabbed his bulging
shorts, looking down at them.
"You want me to lick it?"
___
Billy and I were the first to get in the pool, and we felt pretty
good, naked and alone, together. We were talking and poking our
boners into each other, in a kind of underwater sword fight. I was
tempted to turn around so Billy could poke his in my butt.
"Billy, do you think it's possible to fuck, underwater?"
"Yup. Why not? Crisco's supposed to be waterproof."
"Wow. You wanna try it sometime when we're home alone?"
"Fuck! I'm ready to try it now."
"Yeah I know what you mean, Billy. You got me so horny, I'm
ready for more little-brother butt, again."
"Nope," Billy said, curtly, "Not until I get off, bro.
Besides you got some punishment comin.'"
"Punishment? Get lost!"
"Yup. For when you yelled at me, when I burned myself."
"Damn. I'm sorry. I still feel shitty about that, Billy.
Ok. Like I said, I'll do anything for you."
"MMMMMM! Glad you said that, Tommy! It's the Chinese sock
torture, for you!"
"What? What the fuck's that? Don't tell me you read THAT in
those stories."
"Yup. It's easy. You get a small sock--we could use one of
Robby's old ones--"
"Yeah, if it's clean," I said, laughing.
"Anyway, then put the sock over your dick and put a rubber
band at the base of it, to hold it in place."
"Not much of a torture, doesn't sound like."
"That's the best part, Tommy. You don't get to touch your
dick, no matter WHAT, and I get to run my fingers over the sock,
REAL light, all day, for hours an hours."
"No fucking way!"
"You said, 'anything.'"
Just then we saw Robby and Marc, coming through the slider, both in
Speedo's!
"Oh, God, they got Speedo's on!"
"Fuck!" Billy said. "You want me to go get some, for us?"
"Nah, let's see how it goes."
It wasn't bad at all. Marc and Robby did their own thing. Billy
and I played horsie, with some very interesting sensations, and
after a while we all raced each other, swimming. Marc won, every
time.
"Damn, he's good," I said.
"He's so fine," Billy said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
By the time we got rinsed off and dressed, again, it was almost
three o'clock.
"Tommy!" Robby said, "Can I go over to Gary's?"
"Yeah, I guess, Champ, just don't take your bike. Where's
Marc?"
"Getting' dressed, I think."
"Ok, be damn fucking careful, Robby. Don't walk in the road.
Dad'll have my ass and Marc's too, if anything happ--"
"I know, I know."
"Don't gimme that! I want your promise!"
"Ok, ok, I promise!"
"Well, that was easy," Billy said.
"Yeah. But after what dad told me, I'm almost sorry I let
him go."
"Will a dick inside you cure that, you think?"
"Um, yeah, probly," I said, using my silly voice. "My dick
in some fourteen-year-old brother's butt might do the trick too."
"Yup. Would that be me?"
"That be you, dude!"
"Well, I gotta fly," Marc said, as he reached for the
doorknob, "You guys stay around the house or the pool--you ok with
that?"
"Sure, Marc," Billy said.
"Yeah."
___
Robby walked and walked, the whole way around the long block. He
ran part of the time. Finally, he arrived at his destination and
was slipping into Marc's house, through the back door.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Marc, why didn't you answer," Robby said, totally out of
breath.
"Answer what?"
"Last night--when I asked to fuck--"
"Yeah, that. I wanted to think about it. To think about if
I could be ok with that."
"You mean be bi? *I'm* bi."
"How do you know?"
"I don't know, I just do."
"It's more than that, Robby. A lot more. I'm nineteen, and
you're twelve. If anyone found out that we even touched each
other, I could go to jail for a long time."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"How long?"
"Twenty years, thirty, maybe. It depends."
"How do you know?"
"My dad's a lawyer. He talks about cases, sometimes."
"You see him a lot?"
"Um, sometimes."
"You still--I mean, close to him 'n' stuff?"
"Sort of. We get along."
"Cool."
There was a long pause, and the two boys' eyes searched each other.
There was tension, but passion, also, in their faces.
"Robby. Umm... what happened last night--changed me,
somehow. I look at you now, and I--I'm attracted to you. I can't
believe I'm saying this, but I want you. I just don't know if--if
I'm ready to do the--the girl's part, in this. I--"
"Fuck! There IS no girl's part. We're two guys. We do
whatever. I fuck you, and--"
"And I make love to you, in return?" Marc said, softly.
"You--you're gonna make love to me?" Robby said, gulping,
"You mean you wanna--while you--you wanna fuck me?"
"I'd like to do that, yes."
Robby was stunned. Robby's eyes were glued to Marc's every move,
as he started taking off his shirt.
"Wow. You got a totally awesome chest!" Robby said, as he
recalled the vision of Mar's 'v' physique, in bed, the night
before.
"Thanks, Robby."
Robby paused, as his little hands slid along Marc's hips, rubbing
the bare skin--following the waistband of Marc's boxers as it made
its descent, to the floor. It was the first time Robby had seen
Marc's full erection in good light.
"It's huge," Robby said, wide-eyed, "You'll have to stretch
me, really good, before you can put that in ME!" Robby knelt at
Marc's feet and slurped about half Marc's dick into his mouth.
"Marc, I love your thing--your dick, I mean," Robby said, and he
went back to sucking, gently.
"Ahhh! Whoa, Champ! Ohhhh! Easy now. This thing is
loaded. Anyway, stretching--what's that?"
Robby got up, and his boner was throbbing, even through his shorts.
"Oh, it's easy. You got Crisco?"
"I think so. Why?"
"That's the stuff you use to make is slide. You got condoms,
too?"
"Yes. So what do you do to--"
"You just put a bunch of Crisco on your fingers and put 'em
in me, after while, two fingers, and you try to spread 'em to make
me bigger--down there, you know. Then pretty soon, three fingers
then four, then I should be ready."
"How do you know all this?"
"Oh... well, I--some stories--off the net."
"Wow. You are one helluva kid, Robby."
"Can I be a guy instead of a kid?"
"Yes. You can. A guy. A real manly boy. Studly."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"But you're the real stud!"
"Oh you think so, huh?"
"Yah! But I wanna fuck you first."
"Ok, Robby. We'll do it your way."
"Cool."
Robby reached out his hands and touched Marc's penis. He brought
his face in, very close, and examined it, running his fingers
lightly over the whole surface, and touching very gently on the
head of it. Robby admired Marc's big-boy cock, and began to lick
it lightly, with feathery, very-quick flicks of his soft tongue.
Robby admired the long thick shaft, and the beautiful, fine, light-
brown pubes of the tall adolescent. He swooned over the soft,
delicate skin, and the beautiul pink-purple of Marc's quivering
head. Robby licked each part, as he admired it, and ended up
licking the shaft, in the scar area, just below the head.
"Robby... oh, shit. God... uhh--I can't believe what you're
doing to me, ohhhh."
Robby couldn't believe it either, and was ready to cum in his
pants.
"Am I making you horny? You afraid it's gonna--shoot?"
"Oh, yeah. If you don't stop, it'll be all over."
Robby reached for his shorts.
"Robby, let me do that."
Marc's eyes were fixed on Robby's, and Robby was locked in to
Marc's gaze. It reminded Robby of how he felt with Tommy. Marc
never took his eyes off Robby, as he slid the little shorts down to
the floor, and Robby's boner popped up, forcefully, with a slap
against his flat, little tummy.
"Ohhhh...," Robby moaned.
"My God! The size of it for a twelve-year-old. More like
fifteen, sixteen, maybe."
Robby grinned from ear to ear as he watched the boy put his hand
out and hesitantly touch it to the tip of his penis.
"Arrraaahhhgghh!"
"I better see if it's ready, Champ."
"Ready? I think it's way--"
"Yes. I'll give it the tongue test. My mom's a nurse, you
know."
In spite of the night before, Marc was shy in letting his tongue
touch the head of Robby's dick. Finally, it made contact.
"Yah. Ohhhhhh. Mmm, ahh! Yah, I think it's ready, Marc."
"We better be sure. I'll give it the mouth test, to see if
it throbs. If it does, then you're ready."
"Yah! Ohhhhhh..."
"It's throbbing away, there, Champ. You're definitely
ready."
Marc slipped off the boy's beautiful, pubescent dick, and he leaned
in, up toward Robby's chest, now rising and falling quickly, with
Robby's rapid breaths. Robby held Marc's head, tipped it up and
kissed him.
Marc's breath took off. The poor college boy didn't know what hit
him, and in a few seconds, he was breathless, with his cock pulsing
and precumming on Robby's smooth thigh.
"Oh, Robby! Ohhh, fuck."
"Yah."
Somehow, Marc and Robby made it to the bedroom, and Robby went to
work.
"You stay there," Robby ordered, "I'll find the Crisco."
"It's in the--"
Robby was gone.
"Damn, he's fast," Marc said to himself.
"I got it," Robby said, "Lay back down."
Robby wasted no time slipping the condom on and greasing his dick
and Marc's butt. Robby did the finger routine the way he did
everything else--he overdid it--to perfection and beyond. Poor
Marc may have been seven years older, but his cock thought it was
thirteen, the way it bobbed around, as Robby probed and stretched,
the athlete's hole for what seemed like hours, and Marc quivered,
like a baby, the whole time.
"Ohh, God! Shit!!" Marc screeched, in breathless
desperation, "Fuck! Put it in, damn!"
Robby wasted no time in complying. He tried to lift Marc's legs
but the task was beyond him.
"Lift up," Robby said, "I gotta get your legs up."
Soon, Robby had the tip of his trembling dick somewhere in the
vicinity of Marc's hole, and leaned over him, kissing and licking
Marc's chest. Poor Marc was so overstimulated by Robby's excess
finger probing, he could hardly talk.
"Robby... arrrghhllphhh... go... go ahead!"
Robby figured as big and strong as Marc was, he was going to shove
his little cock right up there. And he did.
'Whhhommmppp!'
"Awwwwwwwwwrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"That hurt, didn't it." Robby said it more than asked.
Marc wasn't about to give in to the pain from his little lover.
"Ahh! Keep going, Robby. Do it!"
"Ok."
Seeing the strength of his college athlete bottom, Robby let loose,
and pounded the teen boy's butt for all he was worth. At one
point, Robby's little sweating body was a blur of tense, desperate
young sex, driving his swollen dick into the hot, sweet mass of
Marc's perfection.
"AUUURRRGGHHHHHHH!!! AHH!! AHHH!! AHH!!! Robby screamed,
"I'm cuarminnnnnn..."
The two of them humped each other. For each of Robby's impressive
thrusts, Marc threw himself back at Robby, making Robby's bursting
dick slide forward at twice the normal speed, and Robby was
shooting his hot cum at twice the usual force.
The couple were a pair from different stages of life--Robby's
almost hairless, perfect, boylike smoothness, against the prime
example of exquisite, budding, young manhood.
"YEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUAAAAWWWWWRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Robby had no air left, and was gasping. Marc was almost equally
out of breath.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Robby. Geeezzus!!"
"Uhh, uhhhhh, uhh, Marc."
Robby spread his arms out, as he collapsed, and Marc embraced him,
tenderly.
___
"Ohhh, Billy!" I moaned, as he lifted himself up some.
"I felt the heat of your cum! Damn I feel so good!"
"I knew that would happen," Billy said, as if something
unusual had occurred.
"What?"
"You came, Tommy--while I was fucking you." Billy and I both
looked the white streaks on my abs and pubes.
"Oh, FUCK, YEAH! YEAH! I've been wanting that to happen
Billy! Ohhh, Billy!"
"You ready to make love to me, Tommy?"
"Yeah, RIGHT! You fucker."
"Yup, that be me!"
"I just want to hold my lover. My brother boy lover."
"Mmmmm. That sounds good."
Cum was squishing everywhere, but we both loved it. It seems we
hugged and licked each other's necks and ears, forever.
"That was so good, Billy."
"Ohhhh yeah!"
It's a good thing Billy and I were done, because Robby walked right
in on us.
"Hey, Champ!" Billy said, happily.
"Hi, Robby. Did you change your mind?" Somehow, neither of
us were embarrassed at Robby seeing us coupled together by Billy's
cock, and hugging.
"Yah, I'm bi again. But I lied."
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