Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 18:48:59 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 18
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 18 READING TIME: 11 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 makes a startling announcement to his brothers.]
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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REMINDER: Scroll up to 'Main Characters'
for more compete descriptions.
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Chapter text: 14.9 K
Reading time: 11 minutes
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CHAPTER 18 - CONFESSIONS
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"Robby! You're back with us? That's great news!"
"He lied! I KNEW it!" Billy said.
"Wait, Billy. Give him a chance. What did you lie about,
baby bro?"
"I had sex with Marc, last night and--"
"What did I tell you!"
"Billy, STOP!"
Robby just sat on the floor, and cried. I sat next to him and held
him. I tried to think of what dad might say, at a time like this.
"Robby, lying is never good, but, ok, it's done. Now you
have to talk it out, so you can do the right thing about it. We'll
help you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Good, Robby. Go on." I felt awful--he was crying so hard.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't wanna lie. I didn't wanna
lie. And I made Marc lie too. It's not his fault. He was scared
coz he could go to jail!"
"Oh, Robby."
"Oh, man."
"You guys wanna play with me, but nobody loves ME like you
guys love each other," Robby said, haltingly, in between sobs.
"Oh, Robby! Robby, I--"
"It's true, you KNOW it is!"
Robby sobbed, deeply--his face was flushed. Billy just hung his
head. I hoped that meant he thought it was true, because I sure
did. I was feeling as low as a person could feel. What made it
worse was that Robby was pouring his heart out, and nothing was
coming to mind that I could say to him.
"Robby, I love you!"
"Marc is so nice to me."
"I'm really happy about that, Robby. Did he say he loved
you?"
"No--well, I'm kinda young. That's the whole thing--
everybody thinks I'm too young! And I'm NOT! I got feelings too,
just like they do!"
"Yes, Robby. I know you do. I don't think you're too young.
But, um, you never come home this quick, from Gary's. What
happened?"
"I didn't go to Gary's--I went to Marc's house. I just
fucked him. And I left, before he could fuck me."
"Oh my God!"
"Why, Robby?" I asked.
"Coz! I wanted us to be together!"
"Marc let you fuck him?" I asked, hoping for a good reaction.
"Yah," Robby said, with a weak smile.
"You lucky fucker," I said, beaming, as Robby began to grin.
Billy was smiling, too.
"Sorry, Champ. I love you too, bro," Billy said, meekly.
"Billy, they were both scared--for different reasons. I just
never figured Marc would be scared about anything."
"Me, either," Billy said.
"Robby, how did you make Marc lie?" I asked.
"Remember this morning, when Marc said you probably heard the
news?"
"Yeah."
"That was the news--that we sucked each other last night."
"But, Marc never said that--"
"Yah! That's coz I was waving at him telling him to shut up.
That's when me made up that story about the UFO thing."
"I thought that sounded kinda weird," Billy said. "I want
Robby to have Marc."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Go back there, Robby," Billy said, "Go back to him. Don't
make him wait. Maybe he'll love you, like Tommy loves me."
I was thinking, 'Holy shit!'
"Robby, maybe--"
Robby was gone.
"I love you, Tommy!" Billy said, with such emotion.
"Billy--oh God!"
All I could do was cry. Billy came over to hug me and he cried,
too. I wasn't sure what I was crying about, but I was bawling my
eyes out.
"Tommy," Billy said, "We were hurting Champ, and didn't know
it."
Billy nailed it. That's why I was crying. But there was more to
it--Billy had just given up his prize stud, for Robby--given Marc
to Robby.
"Billy, you--what you just did--for Robby," I said, the tears
rolling down my face, "That was so good--so good, man."
I felt like an idiot. I couldn't express what I wanted to say.
Billy was quiet. At least he stopped crying. He just kept staring
at me--with a new kind of look in his eyes. It was just as
hypnotizing as his other looks, but he was paying more attention to
me--there was more love in his face, than before, or something. He
leaned in, and we kissed--a short, intense kiss. My tears had
stopped now, pretty much.
"Robby was hurting, man," Billy said, "When I saw the pain in
his eyes, I--"
And Billy cried. And cried, and cried, and cried. He wasn't much
heavier than Champ, so I picked him up and carried him to our room.
"It's ok, Billy. What you just did was beautiful. You
showed us both up."
"At first I wanted Robby, but then... oh, fuck, Tommy--I
thought--I thought he would take you away from me and--shit! I was
mean to him. I feel so shitty right now, Tommy!"
"It's ok, Billy. I sorta thought maybe--"
"You thought maybe your lover was being an asshole! Well, I
was! And I--"
"Billy--your my lover, so you can't be an asshole."
"No?"
"No." I was feeling like the big brother, now!
Tears continued to flow from Billy, for a while, then he settled
down.
"But--I did a really dumb thing, and I hurt Robby."
"Shit! I do dumb shit. too, Billy. We just gotta work
together and fix stuff, when we mess up, that's all. That way we
keep pulling together, instead of pulling apart."
"That sounds really good, Tommy. Can we do it?"
"Fuck, yes! How many times have we been told to keep our
cool, then every problem has an answer?"
"A gazillion fucking times."
"Exactly!"
"But I WANT you to be an asshole, Tommy."
"What?"
"Yup!" Billy said, contentedly.
"What the fuck?"
"Yup, Tommy--cuz I ain't gonna settle for jackin' off and
blow jobs."
"Oh, THAT! Fuck!" I said, bursting out, laughing."
"Yup, Tommy. And now I'm starting to think about this
nineteen-year-old fucking gorgeous football player slipping his big
thing to Robby, and it's making me horny, bro."
"Oh, fuck! I feel better, now."
"Why, Tommy?"
"Because I'm precumming in my shorts, thinking about that,
too."
"Wanna go peeking?"
"Fuck, no!"
"Just kiddin.'"
"I'll get the camera!"
"Ok! And get dressed. Wear black! That way, we won't be
seen."
"Right! Fuck. Getting horny over some guy fucking my
brother. I must be nuts."
"No, you're not, Tommy."
"Why not?"
"Cuz, your my lover, and I have great taste in men!"
"Yeah? Well, grab a taste real quick, before we go."
"No way, Tommy boy. You got a punishment comin' to ya--
remember?"
"Better make it a good one, Billy, because when it's over I'm
gonna royally ream your ass, with my special reamer."
"Is that a promise, Tommy?"
"No. I'm not gonna do it now, because you want it. I'll
just punish you back, instead."
"Ooooo!" Billy said, smiling.
"Ooo?"
"Yup--Oooo. It sounds good."
"You're weird, Billy."
"Good thing you love me, then."
"Yeah, good thing."
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Once again, Robby and Marc were naked. They stood, facing each
other, a few feet apart. There was no need for words to
communicate their arousal--their anatomies spoke for them.
As Robby stared, his athletic partner's concave abdomen and narrow
waist seemed to feed Robby's lust. His erection throbbed, more
heavily than at any other time in his life. He was at the edge of
sexual climax, before he began.
Robby worshipped the penis in front of him. It was long--very
long--and thick, to the point where Robby had never imagined a male
organ, so wide. Robby saw that it was about the size of half his
forearm, maybe more. It was white and pink and new-looking--
the coloring similar to his, with the same basic lines and neat
circumcision. The tip of it shined, with precum, and Robby looked
down, at his own penis and saw that was true for him, as well.
Marc's eyes were locked onto Robby's, and Robby could not make up
his mind whether to look into Marc's adoring eyes, or to worship
his enticing erection.
Neither boy was contaminated with pride or false ego, but both
stood, magnificently erect. The clearly visible, bouncing motion of
their cocks seemed to be synchronized, and the vast difference in
their sizes added a contrast that excited both of them. For Marc,
the clean, fresh beauty of the diminutive boy--his clear, smooth
skin, relative hairlessness, and open-eyed innocent face triggered
a desire to commune with its goodness, to partake of it's freshness
and raw energy--to draw from it and give to it, in that wonderful
aspect of male to male sex--energy adding to energy, until the sum
is vastly greater than its parts.
Robby saw energy, too, in the newly-muscled form of the slender
athlete, before him. He saw perfection in every outline of every
part of this young man. From the shape of his ear to the shape of
his foot, Robby saw a sensual beauty that sped his heart, and made
his penis pound with desire. He saw Marc's eyes begin to wander
to his smaller erection, while Robby's wide, green eyes took in
Marc's beautiful,colossal one.
Their eyes wandered, methodically over each other's bodies. Robby
felt heat in every part of him that Marc's gaze fell upon. He
could see Marc's eyes traveling up and down the center of his
torso, from his face to his scrotum.
Up and down, Marc's gaze wandered, and the little boy could feel
traces of warmth that seemed to travel with Marc's eyes, and he
thought he could not stand much more of this, but Marc did not
stop. Up and down, the waves of heat coursed in his boyish cock,
until the sensation was as if a wet tongue licked, unhurriedly
along the electrified nerves of its underside, and the little one
began to tremble. His knees bent, just slightly, his penis seemed
to swell to greater proportions; his belly tightened, and he
followed Marc's eyes--still, up and down--the incredible tightness
unrelenting, and a little smile flickered across Marc's handsome
face. And Robby came. He came in great, high arches of boyish
semen, and so great were the lengths of them that both stared in
hushed wonderment, as if watching lightning bolts, in slow motion.
He felt the incredible, ecstatic release and rush of fluid propel
out of himself. He screamed as no boy had likely screamed before.
He barely avoided falling, as his body was thrown, first this way
then that, as mammoth spasms of spraying orgasm gripped him--
alternately releasing him--and each grip forcing the cum out of
the boy to where Marc's body and several feet of floor, beyond
it were streaked with thin white ribbons of testimony to the boy's
monumental sexual climax. At the last, Marc reached under the
boy's arms, and kept him from falling. Robby's breaths were long
and deep.
"Uhhh, huhh, uhhh, huhh, oh... Marc..."
"It's ok, Robby--that was beautiful--YOU are beautiful. God!
I never saw anything so sexy in my life as what you just did I--"
And Marc was arrested by the boy's face. It was as if Robby had
crossed a threshold from which there was no return, and from which
there would be no desire to return. As Robby lay on his back, his
bigger partner aligned his hips with his own, and Marc leaned down
to kiss the face that captivated him, so compellingly. There was
power in the little boy's eyes--power that was irrevocable, and
from which, Marc knew, there was no escape.
Marc's engorged and aching erection touched Robby's, and the
slippery exchange of fluid brought the older boy to the edge of
orgasm. He lifted up, and lay on his side--never taking his eyes
off his little partner. Robby stared, breathlessly at the hungry-
looking thing, and knew what hot desires it contained.
With his eyes, Robby communicated his need to be kissed, and Marc
understood.
"Ohhh, oh, yes!"
"Robby!"
"Do it, now, Marc."
"Robby, are you sure?"
"Yah. Really, really sure."
Marc completed the requisite stretching and aligned his cock with
an impossibly small opening.
"Robby, this is going to hurt, I can tell. I'm so big and
your hole looks so little."
"I don't care. Just don't stop--keep going no matter what."
"Robby, I don't--"
"Please," Robby shrieked--his youthful anal passages now
suddenly hungry for fulfillment--a new hunger--strong, insistent,
overwhelming.
"If that's what you want, Robby, I will."
Marc's trembling hand could barely keep the tip of his penis
centered on its target, as he began to push, gently, against the
sweet boy's anal ring. The boy knew to push back, somewhat, so
that in an effort to expel, he would welcome the hot, fleshly
spike into himself. Marc pressed, a bit more.
"A little more," Robby gasped.
The dam of Robby's circular muscle gave way, and the head of the
young man's desperate cock thrust in.
"Oooooouuuurrrrrghhhhhhhhhh! Ohhh, ohh, Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Frozen in fear, Marc stared, motionless, at Robby--screaming in
apparent pain.
"Robby--"
"GO! Uhhhrrrghhh, ahh! GO!! GO!!!"
And he did. Marc slid into the boy. Down, down, down, his
throbbing penis journeyed, as far as he dared, until he felt
his climax was practically upon him.
"Don't move, now." Robby said.
"Robby--are you ok?"
"Oh, yah. Oh, YAH! Ok, fuck me, now--no, make love to me."
"Oh, God, Robby!"
The easy, fluid moves of the athlete's body were in themselves a
picture of erotic stimulation. The boy moaned, in encouraging
tones of pleasure, which prompted Marc to penetrate the impossibly
tight passage more deeply. Marc's hands were a blur--easily
caressing almost every part of Robby's tender body, as he pumped
himself into the stunning boy with increasing urgency.
"Yah! OH YAH!"
Sensing his partner's incredible pleasure from the feel of his
penis inside him, Marc thrust to the bottom and froze to avoid
early orgasm. His instincts bid him pound his starving cock--
thrust into the boy with his full might, and rapidly bring his
burning desire to its culmination--bring himself off and shoot
his manhood into the boy--feel the pleasure of cumming. A few
short jabs of his strong hips would do it.
"I want it to last, for you. Let me stop."
"Uh huh," Robby said, unable to say much over his ragged,
rapid breathing.
The motionlessness had a pleasure of its own, as each partner felt
the pulse of the other, where they were joined together.
"Oh, fuck."
"Oh, yeah."
"I'll try to last," Marc said, gritting his teeth.
His cock was on fire as he pulled it backward in the hot slickness
of Robby's insides. The young man's face tightened, in the
distortion of great effort, as he reentered slowly--allowing his
dick to plunge the depths of the boy, who moaned, deliriously with
the slightest movement of the welcome invader. Relentlessly
torturing himself in this way for many minutes, Marc began to feel
the strain. His whole body shook with each unnaturally slow stroke
of his cock.
"This is IT!" he shouted, as his adolescent body rebelled,
and he could hold back, no longer.
All efforts at restraint were futile as the lad pounded himself,
furiously into Robby. The slick, liquid sounds of the melted
lubricant, the sweet scents of Robby's immature body, the angelic
look of the boy, the fiery feel in his cock, and the mad symphony
of their combined breaths exploded into a cannon-blast of hot cum
into Robby. The more mature voice of the lad screamed as if in
agony, as multiple pulses of his potent cum shot, repeatedly into
Robby's welcoming body. As if in sympathy, the little one came
again, and christened the event with his own, pure liquid.
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