Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 00:14:04 -0500
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 38
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COOL KID BROTHER!
by Danny Meyer
Chapter 38 - More Adventure
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Copyright (c) December 29, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved.
Danny: sittinhome@hotmail.com
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*LOTS OF NEW NAMES ADDED* 29-December-01
For: "Aaron, Adam, AJ, Alex, Andrew, Ann, Anthony, Aries, Au,
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Brian, Bryan, Cameron, Chad, Chiveras, Crescent, Chris, Christian,
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Zane, Zeto."
Thank you. Let me know if I missed your name. --Danny
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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, in whole or part.
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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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The MAIN CHARACTERS list will appear only every five
chapters, or so, and when a new character enters the
story. See Chapter 37 for NEWEST characters, and go
back to Chapter 29 for the last MAIN CHARACTER list.
The lists contain descriptions and other handy info.
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NEW CHARACTERS
Blaine - Beemer's cousin
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NICKNAMES, NAMES, and AGES
Apple - Joey, 16
Beans - Mike, 18
Beemer - Brian, 11
Champ - Robby, 12
Legs - Tommy, 16
Towhead - Billy, 14
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IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, (37) . . .
Presumably alone in the locker room, Tommy encounters Scott, who is
hiding in the ceiling with his camcorder. After he climbs down,
Scott starts to pleasure Tommy, but the fun is interrupted when Billy
yells into the locker room that the practice is about to begin.
Tommy and Beans (Mike) have a sexual encounter (with Tommy doing the
pleasuring) in the 'conference room'--the private, tented area behind
the dugout. The scene is a revelation of desire between the two.
The sex is interrupted, but not before Beans promises to pleasure
Tommy, later on, and Tommy promises to finish Beans off. Mike plans
to take Tommy home with him after practice. Scott's name comes up,
and Mike reveals his attraction to Scott.
The question of who said, "Hi, sexy," to Tommy in the locker room
remains a mystery, as Scott tells Tommy he did not say it.
Robby and Beemer (Brian) come up missing, at the close of the
chapter...
"Robby and Beemer are gone!" Billy said in a panicked whisper.
"Billy no--you're kidding, right?"
"No--I swear. I didn't see Beemer on the field, so I went
looking for them." From our field, you could see the junior field
clearly. "I can't find Robby or Beemer, anywhere."
"The janitor closet, second floor."
"I looked there--no luck. I looked everywhere, Tommy."
I remembered something, and felt the blood drain from my face.
"Oh, God! There were these two big guys on motorcycles in the
parking lot, earlier!"
"Oh, FUCK!" Billy said.
"Coach!" I said, as I ran toward him, "We need a time out!"
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CHAPTER 37 - MORE ADVENTURE
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"Tommy--NO! I see them!" Billy yelled, as he ran toward them.
"Never mind, coach--sorry," I said, embarrassed as hell. I saw
Robby and Beemer walking toward the field, when they separated and
Beemer went to his practice, at the junior field. I couldn't wait
for practice to end, so I could talk to Robby and find out what
happened.
I was up next, and I immediately got two strikes. I just wasn't
concentrating. Before I knew it, the next pitch was almost in my
face, and I gave it a wild swing. Somehow, I managed to hit it. All
of a sudden, there was this cheering. I couldn't believe it--I hit a
home run. Just my luck, with no one on base. Still, it was a good
feeling--now, we were ahead, one-nothing.
After all the congrats, Billy and I went off to the side.
"Billy--where were they?"
"He didn't say--just that Beemer was so weak after he came, he
couldn't go to his practice right away, so Robby stayed with him."
"Geez! Sure glad they're back!"
"Yup!"
The rest of the practice game went well. Beans hit a homer with
two on, in the ninth inning, and we won it, four to two.
Things got interesting in the showers, afterwards. Beans had a
boner, and wasn't trying to hide it.
"Hey, Beans," Joey yelled, you thinkin' about your girlfriend or
just happy to see us?"
"Oh, you noticed," Beans said, smiling. "Like what you see?
Wanna stroke it?"
"Uh, no thanks," Joey said, blushing. Everyone laughed. I was
relieved because I had half a hardon, myself, and I figured no one
would say anything to me, after what Beans said to Joey. I noticed
most of the other guys were looking at his hardon. I was, too.
As much as I tried not to, I was getting harder, and I noticed
Sean and Kevin were, too. It was like Marc had said--boners are
catching. I looked around, and it seemed like more guys were hard
than soft. I didn't dare look at Billy, but I really wanted to.
I wanted to say, 'Looks like you started something, Beans,' but
by then, everyone was embarrassed, and no one was talking, so I
didn't. We all rinsed off, real quick, and went to our lockers with
our towels in front of our dicks.
Beans, Joey, and I were all together, alone in one area,
dressing. We were all pretty good friends.
"Hey, Joey," Beans said with a huge grin, "It's ok--anytime you
wanna stroke it, just let me know."
"Fuck you, Beans!"
"You wish!"
We all laughed. I felt more secure, now that the bottom half of
me was dressed. I was getting horny, thinking about Mike's dick, and
what we had done earlier. And seeing Mike so boned in the shower,
and all this talk about stroking was just making me harder. Joey
left, and it was just me and Beans.
"Ok, Tommy. Meet you by my car, whenever you're ready. I'll go
talk to Elaine and tell her I'll see her some other time. That might
take a while."
"Ok, Mike, no sweat."
Mike had to pass in front of me to get out, and he squeezed my
dick as he passed.
"Mmm, yeah, you're ready," Beans said.
"Well, um...yeah," I said blushing, not thinking fast enough to
make a comeback. I hated when that happened and I got tongue-tied.
I knew Billy would be coming around any minute, and I debated whether
or not to tell him about me and Mike.
I took my time finishing dressing, and finally yelled out, "Hey,
Billy--you ready?"
"Yup. Let's go."
Suddenly I remembered about Robby, and was worried. Usually he
met us in the locker room while we dressed.
"Shit. No sign of Robby. He better not be lost, again, Billy."
"Nah! I told him to wait for us by the fire hydrant out back."
"Cool."
"Hi guys," Robby said grinning, as soon as we were in view. He
always had a way of lightening the moment. Beemer was with him.
"Hi," Beemer said, in his usual shy voice, and looking a little
embarrassed. I guess for him that was normal, knowing that I knew my
brother had just sucked him off. As I thought about it, it was brave
for Beemer to even be there.
"Hey, Robby," I said. "Where did you and Beemer go?"
"Well, nowhere, really...we--well, sorta--"
"Did you guys talk to those big guys that were out here?" Billy
asked.
"Yah!"
"You TALKED to them?" Billy said.
"Robby, you can't just talk to--"
"They took me and Beemer for a ride."
"Oh, fuck!"
"Robby--are you crazy?" I said, half shouting.
"What's the big deal?" Robby said. Beemer was silent.
"Those guys could be drug dealers or something."
"No, they're not like that. They were reporters for some
magazine--one was a photographer."
"They took pictures of you?"
"Yah--NO! They took pics of you guys playing ball. Said they
were gonna do an article or something."
"Oh, fuck!" Billy said. "What was the name of the magazine?"
"He said it, but I forget."
"What were the names of these guys?"
"I--I don't remember."
"Oh, great! Robby you're no help at all."
"What's the difference?" Robby said, in the squeaky voice he gets
when he's tense or defensive.
"Robby," I said, the difference is you guys could have been hurt
or kidnapped"
"No WAY! They were nice to us."
"Where'd they take you?"
"Just down the road and back. They made this really cool
U-turn."
"How old were these guys?"
"They were pretty old, maybe like twenty."
"Robby, you're nuts!" Billy said.
"Ok, ok, enough," I said, "Sounds like they were legit. It's
just weird that reporters would be on motorcycles, but I guess if
they were twenty it sort of makes sense."
"I guess," Billy said.
"Robby, tell us what happened with you and Beemer."
"Beemer wouldn't let me suck him."
"Were you scared, Beem?"
"No--well yeah......sorta. Me and my cousin never did that."
Beemer was embarrassed and looking at the ground.
"He jacked off with me," Robby said.
"Oh, you jacked off, too, Robby?"
"Yah."
"Well, that figures," I said.
"What's this I hear?" Billy said, "You guys both jacked off?"
"Yeah," Beemer said, "and he got his stuff on me!"
"Oh--and you didn't like it?" Billy asked.
Beemer shrugged. "It was cool."
"Did you taste it?" I gave Billy a dirty look for asking that.
There was a long pause, during which Beemer blushed. "No...not
really."
"Some got on his mouth," Robby said, "and he licked his lips. He
can't shoot yet."
"Robby, shut up!" Beemer said, totally mortified, and somewhat
agitated over all the attention he was getting, and embarrassed over
the subject of cum.
"It's ok, Beem. What's your cousin's name, anyway?"
"Blaine."
"Cool name," Robby and I said, almost at the same time.
"Yup, real sexy," Billy said.
Robby and Beemer elbowed each other, and I could tell from their
faces, something was up. Beemer was coming home with us because his
parents were going to the lake, and we were supposed to baby-sit him.
I had a feeling Robby had some plans cooked up. We had about five
hours to kill before the actual game.
It was getting very hot, and we were all sweaty. I was glad
practice was over--the sun was really beating down on us.
Just then, dad pulled up in his two-seater MG.
"Hi boys. We're all going to Wilson's pond to cool off, today.
Your mom's still packing things up, and will be along, soon. She's
got Robby's extra swimsuit for Brian. I'll take Tommy, for now. You
boys wait for her. How did practice go?"
"Great," I said, "we won."
"Good work, son! Hop in."
"Wait--I'm supposed to go with Beans. He's waiting for me."
"Beans? Who's that?"
"Mike. Mike Denninger."
"Denninger--good kid. Ok, go tell him sorry, but we had a change
of plans."
"Tommy hit a home run, dad," Billy said, "I hit, but didn't
score."
"That's good, Billy. You're happy for him aren't you?"
"Yup. Tommy's cool."
"I'm proud of you, Billy. Brian--how did YOUR practice go?"
"Pretty good. We didn't play a game. I had four hits."
"Good boy. Robby--did you enjoy yourself?"
"Uhm, yah, dad. I um...had a blast."
Glad to hear it, son. Ah, Tommy, good, you're back--we can get
going now," dad said, as he got three cokes out of the cooler, and
handed them to Billy, Robby, and Beemer. "You boys cool off, now,
and wait right here. I'll call home and tell mom where you'll be
waiting."
I really wanted to beg off and go with Mike, but there was no
way--you just didn't back out of family trips. Besides, a trip to
Wilson's pond was a great treat on a hot day--the next best thing to
the lake. It was big, and not too far away--and there were always
lots of kids our age there.
On the way up, dad had the air off and the windows open--even
though it was hot. I wished he had the top down, but I wasn't going
to complain. The wind felt good on my face.
We always did it this way when we went to Wilson's Pond--dad took
me in the MG, and Billy and Robby came along later, with mom.
Usually my brothers helped finish the packing. It was kinda cool
having dad to myself for a while. Billy always got to go to the
grocery store alone with dad, and Robby got to go clothes shopping
with dad, so we all had our special trips alone with him.
I started thinking about Billy, and what he must've looked like
naked in the shower, and I wondered if he had a hardon, looking at
Mike's boner, like I did. Billy had the most beautiful dick, and I
loved him so much. Before I knew it, I had a huge boner, myself,
thinking about Billy, and getting into bed with him, later. Just
thinking of the two of us, alone in our room with the door closed and
in bed together made me think of us as more of a couple--and that was
making me very horny.
"Well, Tom, I hear you hit a home run, today."
"Oh, yeah--Billy told you?"
"Yes. I'm proud of you. Your hitting must be improving."
"Well, not really--just a lucky swing."
"I'm proud of the way you and Billy get along. You guys make a
great team."
"Oh...um, yeah......I guess we do."
I could feel my face get red, and I was glad to be sitting down,
because my dick jumped when dad said that. Then I started thinking
about Mike and how hot he looked with his soapy boner sticking out--
right in front of all the guys. I thought if that was just me and
Beans, alone in our downstairs shower, I would get on my knees and
suck his hot dick, like I was doing, earlier.
I started thinking of all kinds of things I could do with Beans,
then my thoughts drifted back to Billy, and by then I had a hardon
that wasn't going down. I worried about how I would look, getting
out of the car with a permanent boner, when dad spoke up.
"Well, we're here. Let's head for the changing rooms."
"Um--o-ok, dad." At least I had a towel I could use to hide
behind.
That's another thing we always did this way--we got into our
swimsuits in the changing booths, never at home, and dad and I
changed, together. Usually that was cool--the booths were just big
enough for two people, or three kids--but now I was sorry this was
our tradition. Although dad saw me naked lots of times, no way did I
want him to see me with a hardon. I had to adjust myself several
times because it was painful to walk in my tight shorts.
There were lots of cars in the parking lot, but the changing area
was dead quiet. I guess we had hit it just right, when no one was
using any of the booths. They all had doors, and it was totally
private--still, it would be creepy to use one alone, because anyone
could come along suddenly, and walk in on you.
"Well son, it looks like we have our pick of the booths."
"Dad, I um--can't change with you, this time."
"Is something wrong, Tom?" Dad sounded concerned.
"No, no--it's not anything that I can......I'm embarrassed...I--"
"All right, son. You're old enough to have your privacy
respected, although you have nothing to be embarrassed about--not
with me. Just pick out a booth, and I'll use a different one."
"No--I didn't......want to go in one, alone. Couldn't we just
...couldn't I just like, turn around?"
"Well, I guess that would work."
--TOMMY'S FATHER NARRATES--
Despite the fact that I thought my wife and I had done a good job
of raising the boys, I felt blessed to have such well-behaved and
good-looking children. They were good boys, and they each had their
own special cuteness about them, and that was one of many things I
was proud of.
As I closed the door to the changing booth, Tom wasted no time
undressing. His moves were quick and deft, and I had barely got my
shorts down to my knees when he was bent over, pulling his feet out
of his. I was amazed at how cute his pale, skinny butt looked,
sticking out at me. It reminded me of my wife's, when we were first
married--and soon, I had a full erection.
I started to turn around, when Tom lost his footing and fell
against me. I caught him and held him steady, but his back was
pressing my erection against my abdomen. Surely he had to notice,
and I had no idea what I could say.
"Dad! That's it! You have the same problem!"
"How's that, again, son?"
"I didn't think yours got that way anymore, and, well...mine's
the same way."
I was baffled, but it was coming together for me. Well, turn
around, son.
"Um......ok."
What I saw next took my breath away--the sight of my sixteen-
year-old son, with his penis fully erect, and well over six inches.
"Son--you're barely sixteen, and you're huge."
"No, dad--you!" It was clear where Tom's eyes were fixed.
"Runs in the family."
"Oh, God!" he gasped. My son was suddenly uncomfortable.
Tom had shifted his gaze down to his own erection, and there was
a significant amount of pre-come at the tip. I knew this was the
source of his embarrassment.
"It's all right, son. Boys your age get hard all the time--and
it's common to get excited enough to have fluid there. I'd be
worried if that DIDN'T happen."
"Really?"
"You bet, Tom. Tell you what--I think you need to take care of
that, unless you want everyone to see what a big boy you really are."
"Take care of it?"
"Sure. We've had talks about masturbation, and that it's a very
normal thing for a boy to do. You're comfortable with that, right?"
"Oh......right!"
"I'll step outside and guard the door."
"You want me to do it NOW?"
"It's up to you, son, but it might be smart."
"Ok."
I fastened my swimsuit, and stood outside the booth. There
wasn't a soul around, which was fortunate because with my back to the
door, the bulge in my bathing suit was quite a sight. I heard faint
footsteps, and with no towel to hide myself, I turned and faced the
door of the booth, in case someone was coming this way.
I became slightly more aroused, hearing Tom's stroking, and
discovered a wide gap in the door at the hinges. Soon, I became
entranced, watching an eager hand pump furiously on a very erect
penis. There was a thump as Tom's other hand fell against the wall
for support. I had a good view--of the tip of his erection and
speeding hand--which was now enhanced by the sound of his shallow,
erotic breaths.
His facial distortion and a series of sudden, short moans told me
the moment had arrived, and multiple streams of white liquid shot
against the changing room wall, with considerable force. His last
moan was especially audible, and if there hadn't been so much
background noise, I'm sure I would have heard splattering sounds, as
my son's semen struck the old, wooden surface. He certainly
accomplished the task in record time.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" I heard, finally--and by then, I was desperate for
a towel to hide behind. I couldn't believe how arousing the scene
had been, for me. By this time, I was a bundle of guilt and nerves.
It was unthinkable that a man should get sexually excited over his
own child--yet it had happened, and seemed so natural.
I guess Tom was a little nervous, too, having done this private
thing in such close proximity to me, as he felt obliged to speak out.
"I'm all done, dad."
'How cute,' I thought. "You all right, son?"
"Yeah, everything's cool."
"Dad! We're here!" Robby shouted, entering the changing area
with Billy and Brian close behind him. "Where's Tommy?"
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END OF CHAPTER 37
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