Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 08:22:40 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 19
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 19 READING TIME: 12 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.
--A fellow student who lives down the road--
Scott - Scott Miller, age 17. A younger, slightly thinner, but
more striking version of Marc. Scott has that thin, tight,
slight build, without being skinny. His muscles are not
big, but they're extremely well defined. Scott is a
blonde, blue-eyed god, as far as Tommy is concerned. He is
5'-10" tall, 160 lbs, and has well-tanned, golden skin. He
is considered one of the hottest-looking guys in the school.
Scott is on the swim team, and fits the ideal of the nice,
'boy-next-door' image, perfectly. He is gentle, and
soft-spoken. Scott is introduced in Chapter 19.
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
Robby confesses his pain of feeling left out and unloved.
He says he is still 'bi.'
Tommy and Billy, chastised by their own guilt, begin to feel bad
about their treatment and misunderstanding of Robby.
Billy gives Marc to Robby, hoping Robby will find what he needs.
Billy and Tommy make love. They decide to take a camera and spy on
Robby & Marc.
Robby and Marc make love, but first, Robby cums without touching
himself. [Most of you did not catch that, going by the emails I
got.]
[ROBBY'S AUTO-EJACULATION, FROM CHAPTER 18]:
Once again, Robby and Marc were naked. They stood, facing each
other, a few feet apart.
Their eyes wandered, methodically over each other's bodies.
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...
And Robby came. He came in great, high arches...
After that, Marc makes love to Robby.
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REMINDER: Scroll up to 'Main Characters'
for more compete descriptions.
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Chapter text: 15.5 K
Reading time: 12 minutes
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CHAPTER 19 - WHO WILL DO WHAT AND TO WHOM?
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"Robby," Marc said, between gasping breaths, "You wore me
out, man--and you just came again! You're incredible."
"Ruffffllllmmmm, uhhhhhh... your thing... feels so good
inside me."
"Oh, yeah?" Marc said, with a proud smile, "Wait--shit,
Robby, you made me feel so good, I forgot. Did I--did it hurt?"
Robby's eyes were different now. They looked dreamy and delirious.
"Hurt? You? Uhh--"
"Robby, you want me to pull out?" Marc looked half-panicked.
"No, no! Mmmmmmmmmm! Stay in me!"
"Ok, but did I hurt you?"
"Yah."
"Yes? Oh, God! Robby!"
"No, only when you first went in me. Don't worry, I been
fucked enough, that I won't--"
"Robby! What are you saying? You gotta be kidding! You--
you've been fucked before?"
The tears came. Not only had Robby slipped, but he was overwhelmed
with emotion about it. He could not help crying, especially seeing
the look of hurt, on Marc's face. Robby thought he must have blown
it, with Marc; that his journeys into sexual bliss and love, with a
tall, beautiful, teenage, athletic lover had come to an end.
Robby had a million questions, in his twelve-year-old mind. 'What
if Marc only liked me because he thought I was a virgin? What if
Marc is all turned off now? What if he thinks I've done this with
tons of guys? What if he doesn't want me, anymore? What if he
gets mad and hurts me now?'
Robby knew he had to let Marc know that he had only been penetrated
a few times--but how? He was sobbing now--so hard, he couldn't
talk.
"Robby, Robby! Don't cry--please, it's ok. I promise, it's
ok! Robby! I love you!"
That woke Robby up.
"Yah? Really? You DO?"
"Yes, I--I do. You're very special to me, in a way that I--
Robby! Stop. Please don't cry! Talk to me--please. Did they
hurt you? Who fucked you?"
"My brothers. It all started Saturday--"
"That's CHILD ABUSE! Oh, my God!"
"NO! NO! It's not LIKE that! Tommy and Billy started
messing around, and I--I wanted it too!"
"All three of you? You're ALL bi?"
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"FUCK! My knees are killing me!
"Don't be a wimp, Billy."
"Tommy, c'mon! We got enough."
"Just a few more minutes. There's just enough light. I got
some good shots of Robby, crying."
"Fuck that, Tommy! Did you get Champ cummin' by himself, and
Marc fuckin' him?"
"No, I shut the camera off, just for that. Whaddaya THINK?"
"Tommy, the cam just stopped. What'd you do?"
"Hehe. I set it for the best quality. It goes fast, when
you do that. C'mon, lets get outta here, before we get caught."
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Marc smiled, and that was encouraging.
"Well, we ain't all exactly bi, I don't think. I think Billy
and Tommy are like--I think they're gay, I don't know for sure,"
Robby said, sobbing less now."
"Holy sh--"
"Yah, Marc. So now, you want me to leave, probly."
"NO, Robby. What I want is YOU."
"You MEAN it?"
"Yes. You're a special kid--guy, Robby. I want--"
"What about my brothers?"
"I'll always like all you guys. Whatever you do is ok with
me."
"You don't think we're weird?"
"No. I think you guys are cool. Doing sex together is a
little different maybe, but definitely not weird, Robby."
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"Whatever you do, don't DROP it."
"Tommy, I WON'T!"
"Ok. I'll go get the snacks, you get the VCR ready. And
push the latch down all the way, before you open the cam!"
I dumped some chips onto a tray, and grabbed two Cokes. I was
dying to see what we had on that tape. I carried the tray into
our bedroom.
"It's all GREEN!"
"WHAT?"
"Look, Tommy."
"FUCK! What IS that?"
"I TOLD you to pull that weed out of the window well. You
got a leaf in front of the lens!"
"Wait--I moved around. It can't stay like that, Billy. Fast
forward."
"Oh yeah, there's something. It's Robby!"
"Damn! Look at his dick!"
"Fuck, I think you're right, Tommy. His dick does look a
lot bigger than the last time we--"
"GO, ROBBY, GO!!! Oh, shit YEAH! Look at him, cummin!' God
DAMN! YEAH!"
"Marc's really gettin' splashed."
"Yeah. Robby always did have good aim."
"Fuck that, Tommy. He peed all over my leg at Disney World,
remember?"
"Billy, did you see how high Robby shot? Wait, Ill play it
back!"
"No, don't play it back! I wanna see--"
"It'll only take a SECOND! You gotta see this. There it is,
there it IS! GOD! Shit--don't you think that's COOL?"
"Yup. I thought it was cool when I saw it from the window.
I wanna make love, before they get back!"
"Ohhhhh, Billy! I'm sorry. I had no idea, bro." I shut the
VCR off.
"Ooooo! Big bro LIKES that idea, huh?"
"Yeah. Bigtime! Billy--you said--you wanna make love to me?
Not just fuck me?"
"Yup. I don't want baby bro to have anything over on me."
"I love him, Billy."
"I know. I can tell."
"He said he loved me, too."
"I figured."
"Billy--you ok with that?"
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"Marc--you really think we're cool? All of us?"
"You bet, Champ."
"I like when you call me Champ. Do you like Billy?" Robby
asked Marc, with a very innocent, slightly scared, little-boy look
on his face.
"Yes. Sure. I think Billy's cool."
"No, Marc. I mean like--do you think Billy's sexy?"
Marc blushed profusely. Robby marveled at the deep color the boy
developed so quickly in his face and ears.
"Wow! That's cool!" Robby said, looking at Marc's face.
"God, your ear is so red!" Robby reached out to touch it. "Oh,
wow! It's HOT, too!"
"Yes, well, uhm..."
"Marc! You know what else?"
"No, what?"
"I can feel your thing--I mean, your dick, throbbin' inside
me, all of a sudden."
"Oh, that."
"Yah! Well--what about Billy?"
"Well, uhm... I, uh--Robby, I never thought about Billy that
way... you know I was, well, I was--we were all naked, so--not
really. I mean, yeah, he's a nice looking guy, and I--"
"Never mind, I know you're lyin'"
"What?"
"Yah--cuz ever since I talked about Billy, your dick's been
growing. I don't think your dick can lie, Marc. Besides, if you
really love me, you wouldn't lie to me."
Marc's face, which had lost some of its blush, began to redden,
again. He took a deep breath, eyeing Robby tenderly, and resigning
himself to the fact that Robby really was a special kid.
"OK, Robby. You're a tough guy deal with."
"I am?"
"Yes--you are!" Marc said, as he smiled and ruffled Robby's
hair, playfully. "Ok. Yes. I thought Billy was one hot kid, and
I guess I tried to deny my feelings, but I was attracted to him--I
didn't like what I was thinking, but now I--"
"Cool. Cuz he wants you, bad."
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"Yup. I'm ok with it Tommy."
"You sure?" I said, as I started to undress.
"Yup. I been thinkin'--ever since Champ unloaded--he needs
you like I do, and--for him--I can share you," Billy said, with a
tear in his eye, "as long as--I mean--as long as you--"
"Billy! You're my main man! Robby's gonna find a guy.
Maybe he already has, maybe not, but he will," I said, as I finally
got naked, and my hardon popped up, bouncing.
"Oh, Tommy!"
"Looks good, huh? Come on, bro--get those clothes off!"
The doorbell rang.
"FUCK!"
"Easy, Billy. At least we didn't get started, yet. You get
naked. I'll throw my Speedo's on, and get the door. It's gotta be
Robby."
"Oooo! Tommy! Nice looking boner, even through your
Speedo's."
"Like it?"
"Fuck! I love it."
"Good. I want a little brother blow job when I get back--
just for a warm-up," I said, smiling, as I left the room. It was
only then, that I realized we never 'looked' for Robby's house key.
I ran to the door and threw it open.
"Hi. I'm Scott Miller."
I expected anyone but Scott. Here was this blond, blue-eyed god,
in front of me. He looked like I thought Billy might look, in a
few years, but Scott was so damn hot with his perfect muscles, I
thought I would die right there of a heart attack. Plus Scott's
face was so awesome! He was totally cute. My dick throbbed, so
bad, and I could feel it stretching the cloth. For some reason,
Scott's eyes happened to look there, right at that second. I
blushed so bad, I wanted to fall through a hole and die. I just
couldn't look him in the eye. I stared at his light blonde hair.
"Uhh... oh, SCOTT! Wow, good to see you... um, come in?"
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"What?" Marc asked, in total shock?
"Yah. Billy's got the hots for you, really bad. You wanna
have sex with him?"
"Well, uhmm--"
"Marc--I can feel your dick, really goin' nuts, now," Robby
said, with an impish grin that only a twelve-year-old can have.
"Yes, Robby. I guess I better be careful what I say when my
dick is in you. Now that I think about it, if you're big on the
idea, I uhm--I guess I'd have sex with him. But if you objected,
then I--"
"Cool! Can I watch?"
The question started Marc blushing, all over again, for the third
time. Poor college boy was no match for the uninhibited wits of
the likes of Robby.
"Uhm, gee, Robby, I don't know about that... do you really
want to watch?"
"Yah. My boner's throbbin, thinking about it. Wanna feel
it?"
"Geez, I can't believe I'm talking like this. It's you I
want, not your brother. I'm still pinching myself that I even--
that we did what we did, together. Yeah, I'll feel it!"
"Ahhh... oh God. Your hand is so... uhhhh! Hot!"
"I can't believe how big your dick is, for twelve. Like I
said I think of you as like 15 or 16."
"Yah. Way cool."
"Exactly."
"Hehe. You sound like Tommy!"
"I sound like Tommy? Why?"
"Yah, cuz he says that all the time, 'Exactly.'
"Oh, that's cool. I like Tommy."
"Am I your first guy?"
"Yes. Is that ok?"
"Oh, Yah," Robby said, with a smile, "Way, way ok! I want
you to make love to me again. No--I want you to fuck me! Hard--as
fast as you can."
"No. Not unless you do that to me, too," Marc said, teasing.
"Deal!"
"Ok, Robby--who goes first."
Robby smiled, really big.
"Well... Marc... since your already in me--I don't want a
good boner to go to waste... so, eh--"
"I think I can do this!" Marc said with a smile. "I'm going
to push those cute little legs of yours way back, and I want you to
grab your ankles, and hold on. I'm ready to do this, and I'm
really going to give it to you, hard," Marc said bravely, "Well,
um, I mean--if you want that."
"Oh, yahhh," Robby said, as Marc pressed Robby's ankles back
as far as they would go.
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"Well," Scott said, looking a little embarrassed, himself,
"If you're busy, I can stop back--"
"No, no--this is fine. Come in. Um, wanna Coke?"
"Sure. Thanks."
"Hot, today, huh?" I was feeling not only embarrassed, but
dumb as hell.
"Yeah, for sure. You got a nice house," Scott said, taking a
seat in the kitchen. "Hot, though. No A/C?"
"Well, um, dad doesn't like to put it on until July, if he
can get away with it."
"Yeah. Tell him for me that you guys need it, today!
Parents both working?"
"No, ah--actually they're up at the lake--stuck in a storm."
"Oh, that's right. Marc told me you guys were alone and he
had to look in on you and your brothers. Is Marc here?"
"No, well, he, um--he should be back soon, I think." My
boner had gone down enough, just from nerves, that I decided this
was the time to go put something better on. "Excuse me a sec--I'll
be right back."
"Sure, Tommy."
I practically ran to my room.
"Billy! It's SCOTT! He's in the kitchen, right now--having
a Coke!"
"Fuck! You're kidding?! Tommy--your boner! I can see it--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. He looked right at it, too. I'm
putting my swimsuit on, and some shorts on, over it. Hurry up.
I'll meet you out there."
"Oh, God, Tommy."
I grabbed my flesh-colored, bikini swimsuit. I figured, if he
looked at my boner, I might have a chance to catch his eye, in
something that made me look almost naked.
As I got back to the kitchen, I saw that Scott noticed my shorts,
right away. I smiled at him.
"Want another Coke?"
"No, this is fine, really, thanks. So, when will your folks
be back?"
"Not sure. They'll probably call, later."
"Cool."
"I was thinking I'd go for a swim. You wanna join me?"
"Sure, but, I don't have a bathing suit with me."
"You could wear one of mine. I think it might fit."
"I could swim in my briefs--if that's ok with you."
I gulped, and I could feel my face getting very red.
"Um, sure. That'd be great."
"Hi, Scott," Billy said, as he came into the kitchen.
"Hi, Billy. So what've you been up to?"
Scott knew Billy better than me, because one of Scott's classes was
in the same room, right after Billy's class, and they got to talk,
almost every day.
"Oh, nothing much," Billy said, blushing just a little."
"Billy," I said, "Scott said he'd go for a swim."
"Cool! I'll go change!!"
"Ok, I'll wait for you," Scott said.
"Scott, I'll meet you down there," I said. "Oh, tell Billy I
have the cooler with Coke in it, ok?"
"Sure."
I couldn't wait to be in the pool with Scott. But I had gotten
another boner--one that wouldn't quit, so as soon as I got down
there, I yanked off my shorts and jumped in. My skin was so hot,
the water felt cold. I guess I'd grown since last year, when I got
this swimsuit, because it felt tight as hell.
"Wooo! Red bikini briefs!" Scott said, as Billy reentered
the kitchen.
"Yup. Tommy got 'em for me, for my birthday. Well, um, you
wanna see the rest of the house, before we go to the pool?"
"Why not!" Scott said.
"Did Tommy go to the pool?" Billy asked.
"Oh, yeah. He said to tell you he's got Cokes, down there,
in the cooler.
"Cool. So, um, you got three brothers, right, Scott?"
"Four."
"Wow!"
"Yeah. Two younger, two older. I'm in the middle. Lucky
me."
"Yup, I know what you mean. I'm sorta in the middle, too.
So um, how's Linda?"
"Linda who? Haha! We broke up in April."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't be. I was glad to get rid of her. I think I like not
dating--I can do what I want."
"Oh--yeah, that's cool. Well, um, you ready for that swim?"
"Sure. If you are."
"What'd you guys DO, miss the bus?" I said, laughing at Billy
and Scott, as they walked toward the pool. I thought Scott would
lose it, laughing. It HAD taken a while for the two of them to
show up. Scott ran to the edge of the pool and did this huge
cannonball. Billy just watched, open-mouthed, at how high Scott
jumped. It WAS pretty amazing.
"Hey, Billy! You coming in?" Scott asked, as he surfaced.
"Yup!"
Billy did a really nice dive, and went deep. I had no way of
seeing, myself, but Billy touched Scott's bulging briefs before he
came up for air.
"Nice dive!" Scott said, as Billy came up, for air.
"Yeah, cool, Billy," I said, as I dove under to give Scott a
quick feel. He was a really nice guy, so I figured the worst he
could do was leave. I did get scared, after I touched him, though,
and went to the opposite corner of the pool, just in case. My
fingers felt hot, from touching him, there. 'God, what a dick he
must have!' I thought, as I turned my back on Billy and Scott, and
stared at my fingers. My dick was throbbing.
"Hey, athlete!" Scott said to Billy, "Where'd you learn to
dive, like that?"
"My dad taught us. Tommy's a great diver, too," Billy said,
as he reached out to Scott, for another feel. Only this time,
there were no briefs."
"Oh my God," Billy whispered, to Scott, "You're naked!"
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