Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 07:58:33 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 4
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 4
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) May 28, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved.
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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 mostly about
sex between high-school boys, 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 select a different 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 TO
OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS
PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL.
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CHAPTER 4 - What About Robby?
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
I moved back a little and pulled him into me. That made Billy
bend over and put his hands on the wall. I spread his cheeks
more, and saw his little circle just waiting for something. I
wanted my dick in there so bad. I decided to go for second best
and shoved my tongue into it.
"Yahhhh, yeahhhhhh. Oh, Tommy, FUCK, yeah!"
Nothing compared to this moment. My mind reeled with the thought
of my face right into my brother's ass, so sweet and hot, and the
memory of exchanging our first blow jobs was still blowing my
mind. I wanted his ass so bad. With my tongue deep in his butt,
I grabbed his cock and decided to make my pitch.
"Well, if you like this, Billy, don't you want me to--"
The shower curtain opened, and there was our 12 year-old brother,
Robby. I about had a heart attack. Billy tensed up. I felt my
mouth go dry.
"Robby, what are you doing here?"
"What are you guys doing?"
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'We are fucked,' I thought.
I could feel Billy take a deep breath, like I knew he was going
to say something. I was in the middle of a huge gulp, so I
couldn't beat him to it, and talk first. I could only hope Billy
was as clever a talker under pressure as he was when we were
goofing around. I think we broke the record for how fast a
hardon could go soft.
"I don't want him to know!" Billy said.
At first, I thought, 'OMG, he's going to give us away.' But then
I thought it was pretty clever--that could mean anything. Being
sixteen, I was more experienced than Billy at cover-ups. So I
spoke up.
"Robby--look," I said, "Billy was a little sore down there
and he was worried and wanted me to check it out--"
"No, Tommy! Don't tell Robby! This is embarrassing,"
Billy said. He played along so well, I was amazed.
Robby finally took a breath to speak.
"It's ok. I know you ain't got some weird disease or
nothin', Billy. I'm not stupid," Robby said.
"Billy," I said, "He knows now. I HAD to tell him. I
don't want him to worry about you," I said. I had a brilliant
idea.
"Look, guys, I ain't worried I--" Robby said.
"Billy, you gotta bend over and let Robby see it," I said.
"Robby--just see for yourself--I swear, it's only a little zit."
"Yuck!" Robby said, "I don't wanna see his butt! I ain't
worried."
"Bullshit," I said, "Robby, you gotta take a look!"
"CLICK!" The bathroom door shut. Robby was gone.
"Oh, FUCK!" Billy said breathlessly, as he leaned against
the wall.
"Oh my God, that was close, Billy. Do you think he bought
it?"
"I don't know, Tommy." We were both trembling like mad.
"We better get our butts out there and make sure," I said.
"If he didn't buy it, we're dead meat."
"No shit!"
All thoughts of sex and showers were totally gone. I don't even
remember drying off. Next thing I knew we found Billy watching
TV. I decided to play it cool.
"Hey, Robby," I said, "you seen my baseball glove?"
"Yeah, on the hall table where it always is."
'Oops. That didn't go so well,' I thought. "Um, thanks,
Robby."
"That was weird," Robby said. "Why were you guys in the
shower? Why didn't you just look at his sore in your room, or
something?"
"Because" Billy said, "I didn't want him to touch me unless
I was clean down there, barf brain."
"Yuck! Tommy, you touched him there?" Robby said to me.
"Well um, yeah, he asked me to. I had to make sure that
was the spot that was hurting him," I said.
"Yuck! You guys are weird," Robby said, his eyes glued to
the TV.
"I'll show ya who's weird," Billy said, as he grabbed Robby
and they started wrestling. Twelve and fourteen make good
wresting partners, but I wanted outta there.
They were squealing and yelling as I made my exit. I just wanted
to plop on the bed and relax after almost having a heart attack
when Robby caught us in the shower. In that split second when
the shower curtain opened, Billy had stood up real fast and got
his ass out of my face--quick enough that Robby didn't see me
with my mouth on Billy's butt. I hoped so, anyway.
The room Billy and I shared was right above the TV room, and I
could still hear them as I let myself fall back onto my bed and
gave a sigh of relief. Well, almost relief. I was still a
little worried about Robby's reaction to all this, and I still
had half a hardon that needed some attention. I thought about
being in the shower, sucking my brother's dick and kneading his
ass. I had the boner from hell, then.
I pulled my shorts and briefs down, and wrapped my hand around my
dick. I always liked grabbing it and just holding it, like that.
I liked the feel of it, hot and hard and like it had it's own
pulse or something. Before long, I was stroking away, and
starting to work up a sweat.
"Having fun without me, huh?"
I about jumped out of the bed. It was Billy.
"FUCK! You scared the shit outta me, Billy."
"Hehe. I know." Billy said, with one foot up on the bed,
staring at my cock.
"Where's Robby?"
"He took off. Went over to Mike's, I think."
"Whew. That was close--again. Do you think Robby's ok
with all this?"
"Not sure, Tommy. He seemed ok after we wrestled for a
while."
"Yeah," I said, "but those questions he asked... I don't
know, Billy, I'm not 100% convinced yet. We better keep an eye
on him."
I stared into Billy's loose shorts, and from that angle, I could
see up inside the leg of his nylon running shorts. Billy had no
underwear on and I saw his little fourteen-year-old dick, plain
as day, and it was getting hard, fast. I thought I was horny--
but Billy had me beat, there. He was throbbing in a few seconds,
it seemed like. I thought MY eyes were hot, but his cool, blue
eyes were melting me. Yeah, I loved him, but I wanted his body--
any part of it I could get. His hair and his golden skin were so
perfect, he almost made me nervous when he was this close to me.
As far as I was concerned, Billy was the cutest kid in the whole
school.
I felt my heartbeat in my throat, partly because of the way Billy
had walked in and caught me, partly because he was making me so
horny.
"Well?" I said, with my dick still in my hand.
"Well what?"
"Well, fuck!"
"Hey, I'm ready, Tommy."
That wasn't bad, but not exactly what I had in mind.
"No, Billy. Dad might wake up."
"Oh, so you ARE gonna LET me, Tommy!"
My face got hot. I could feel the blood, rushing up and my ears
tingled.
"Well, um, I was thinking I might let you try it, maybe," I
said.
"Maybe? Waddaya mean MAYBE?"
That sounded awfully aggressive, for my brother Billy.
"Well, um--I'm not taking any chances of dad waking up and
catching us."
Sucking was one thing, but I wasn't sure I was ready to be
fucked--little brother or no.
"Oh, shit, Tommy. Dad always sleeps in on Saturday.
That's no--"
"Billy, the weather's good. He'll go golfing. Probably be
teeing off by one o'clock. Then we can do anything."
I watched as my little brother slowly rolled up the leg of his
shorts and uncovered his dick. Shit! The little fucker was
seducing me. At that angle it looked small, but I knew better.
I could tell he was hard. Still, mine was bigger.
"Come on, bro." Billy said, "You want this, I know you do."
I waved my boner at him. "You want this, too?"
"Fuck." Billy said, as he pulled his shorts off and threw
himself on top of me. We were instantly kissing--tongues
flipping around--we were panting, sweating. As Billy suddenly
pulled his body up higher, I felt his dick catch in my crotch,
and it was bent down."
"Ow, ow! Dammit. Fuck. Shit! That hurts."
It was almost instinct. I reached down for my brother's cock and
as he lifted himself, I pulled it up so it would lay flat on my
stomach. Then I put my hand on top of it as if to say, 'All
better, now.' I was surprising myself, doing and thinking that.
"You ok, Billy?"
"Yeah. Felt like it was gonna break off, I'm so hard,
man."
"I can sorta tell, Billy." We both laughed. I was horny,
but I was really too worried about the situation with Robby, to
really want sex, at the moment. "Hey, I got an idea. Now that
he's gone, let's search his room!"
"Robby's room?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I get it. See if we can get some shit on him."
"Exactly! Come on, get dressed," I said, as I reached for
my clothes. "There's gotta be some dirt in there. Maybe we'll
find some naked pics, or something."
"I don't know, bro. Robby doesn't seem like the porn
type."
"Neither do YOU, Billy."
"Oh, you been into my shit?"
"Like you haven't been into mine?" I said, looking right at
him, accusing him with my eyes.
"Well uh, I uh--" Billy stammered.
"Uh huh! Exactly."
At this point, I figured who cared about privacy? We were
sucking each other off now, or would be again, soon. As far as I
cared, Billy could know everything about me.
Pretty soon we were in Robby's room, looking around. Problem
was, we really didn't know what we were looking for, or where to
find it.
"Where do you think the hiding places are in here, Tommy?"
"Fuck, I don't think there are any. This room is so bare."
"Yeah, really. Submarines are more decorated than this."
I doubled over, laughing. "Billy, you're a riot. That's funny."
"I guess you're easy to please, Tommy," Billy said,
laughing. I thought that was a little odd, coming from my
younger brother.
"Well, fuck yeah--easily pleased by you. I love ya, you
meat-head."
"I'm thin, man--I'm not a meat-head."
"Yes you are."
"Fuck you!"
"Ok, Billy, let's get serious, we gotta get done and outta
here before Robby comes back. I'll check out all the drawers.
Why don't you look under his bed."
"Ok. What are we looking for?"
"I have no clue, bro. Anything that we can hold over his
head."
I heard Billy's muffled voice from under the bed, but I couldn't
tell what he was saying. Finally, his voice was in the open.
"Will a condom do?"
"A used one?"
"No. New ones."
"More than one?"
"A whole fuckin' box of 'em."
"Shit, that'll do fine, Billy. That's great!"
I walked over to Billy and knelt down so I could see under
Robby's bed with him. He poked his head back under.
"Well, at least we know he's having sex, Tommy," Billy
said, groping around for stuff.
"Or thinking about it, anyway," I said.
Billy pulled his head out from under the bed and stood up. For
some reason I stood up with him. Billy looked serious.
Sometimes he made me feel like HE was the older brother.
"Wait a second, Tommy. Robby's twelve, right?"
"Yeah."
"A twelve year old with condoms? These aren't kiddie-size.
How big could his dick be?"
"I don't know," I said, "Haven't seen him naked lately."
"Me either. Either Robby's really dreaming, or we got a
twelve-year-old brother with a big dick."
"He is kind of tall and muscular, for twelve," I said,
looking right at Billy.
"Yeah. I noticed. Got a lot of pit hair too, come to
think of it. Do you think he's CUTE, Tommy?" Billy asked,
looking right into my eyes.
There was a big pause. We stared at each other and both of us
blushed like mad. I thought Billy was making like he wanted
Robby, sexually, but I couldn't be sure of that. He had me
trapped. 'Did I think Robby was cute?' If Billy wanted Robby
that way, and I said, 'No,' that would put him off, and might
leave me out in the cold. If Billy really didn't want Robby, and
I said, 'Yes,' I could gross him out and blow he whole deal I had
going with my little brother. With just the two of us I was
pretty secure. There was no good answer. I had to wimp out.
"Do you?"
"I think he's hot as hell."
"Oh, shit! Billy--are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
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I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school," an S&M
fantasy, in Nifty, Authoritarian. It's not really that brutal
but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish.
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