Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 08:03:22 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 5
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 5
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) May 29, 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 5 - Hot Brothers
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
"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.
"Do you?"
"I think he's hot as hell."
"Oh, shit! Billy--are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
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I guess out of embarrassment, Billy went back under Robby's bed,
looking for stuff.
"Bad news, bro," Billy said, as he popped his head out from
under and held out what he'd found. "Look. Girl's panties!"
"Lori!" I said.
"Huh?"
"Billy, you were gone. Last Saturday, Lori was here with
Robby--here in his room. You know, that girl you made fun of--
with the crazy hair and the weird lipstick? I thought they were
in here an awfully long time with the door closed. Dad was gone
and I didn't say anything. Actually I didn't think too much
about it. Until now. I cant believe, Robby, of all people fu--"
"Fuck! There goes that idea. Well, at least we got
something over on him. Come on, Tommy. Let's get this box of
condoms and hide it in our room."
"Good idea. Let's put Lori's underwear inside the box of
condoms--keep the stuff together."
Billy stashed the condoms in our closet, and sat down on my bed.
"Hey. No moping on the job," I said. "We still got work
to do."
"Huh?"
"C'mon, Billy. We got to search more. There's got to be
some pics, or something--"
"It would be soooo cool to watch him jack off," Billy said.
"What?"
"Don't you think it would be hot to watch Robby jack off?"
"Yeah, probably. I'd rather watch YOU jack off, Billy."
"Hehe. Not much chance of that."
"Billy, what do you mean?"
"I mean with you around, I'm not gonna be thinking about
jacking off, too much."
"What? Oh, COOL!" I said with a huge grin, even though I
was feeling a little jealous that Billy seemed so interested in
Robby.
It was a weird feeling that I'd never had before, and I didn't
like it at all. The only thing that helped was that Billy was
right. I had never thought about Robby this way, but he was a
pretty sexy dude--and big, for twelve. It was amazing how the
way you think about someone can change in a second--even the way
you think about your brother.
I wanted to find some real 'dirt' in Robby's room--so much so
that I couldn't think about sex, just then. I needed to save our
butts--mine and Billy's Condoms were an ok find, but having
condoms wasn't exactly a crime. I could just hear dad, saying
how smart Robby was to have them ready, just in case. Dad was
pretty partial to Robby--his baby! And as I thought about it,
the panties didn't prove much, either. Kids Robby's age were
getting' girls to drop their panties out of windows, and
everybody thought that kind of stuff was just 'cute.' I felt my
cock on the rise, anyhow, thinking about Robby, that way. I made
a grab for Billy's dick and he was hard.
"Oh," I said, "You really are hot for him."
"Yup. What do you want me to do--hide it?"
"No, I guess not. Billy--promise me one thing. If any sex
happens with Robby, that we um, do it together? I mean both of
us at the same time?"
With what we had found under Robby's bed, there wasn't much hope
of sex happening with our baby brother, but I needed to feel that
Billy's love for me was as strong as mine, or close to it--and I
wasn't feeling that, just then.
"Fuck yeah, Tommy--we're a team now."
I got right in Billy's face. I wanted to kiss him. I could feel
this pull he had, on me. It was his face--his body. They had
sex written all over them. I was drawn in. I was also a little
too late--his mouth was on my lips before I knew what hit me.
"Oh, God, yeah. Mmmmfffmmmmm."
"Mmpphhhhrrgggmmmm."
"You got me so hard, Billy. Feel my dick."
"Feel mine."
"Damn. You got me so horny," I said.
"We could do it right here. Christen Robby's room, real
good."
"Get serious, Billy. Dad'll be up any minute."
"Ok, ok."
"His closet's a mess, but I bet that's where his good stuff
is hidden if it's--"
"Tommy, wait. If dad's getting up soon, we better get out
of here."
"Oops. Good idea. I'm hungry anyway."
In the kitchen, we just stood there, looking in the fridge. We
both heard dad's footsteps and then it sounded like the hall
bathroom door closed. I thought that was strange, then I
remembered his own bathroom was being remodeled, and there was no
toilet bowl in there, for now.
"Hey, Tommy. I bet ya dad asks us if we ate yet, first
thing."
"Shit, little bro. He always says that. Ok, I'll bet ya a
blow job."
"That's no bet, Tommy," Billy said, with a knowing grin.
We no sooner poured some milk, when in comes dad, looking all
sleepy, in his robe.
"You boys eat, yet?"
"Um, no dad," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Billy lost it and sprayed milk out of his mouth and hit the wall.
I lost it too, and busted out laughing. I guess it was
contagious, because dad nearly fell over laughing, himself.
"Ok, boys. You're being silly and you're making ME silly.
One of you two clowns clean that up," dad said, still half
laughing.
I grabbed a sponge from the sink and walked to the table.
"Tom, don't use the good sponge. Get a rag from under the
sink."
"Ok, dad."
"Billy, are you all right?"
"Yup. Sorry, dad. I think I just swallowed wrong."
"Ok. Now listen up. Mom gets off work at five, today, and
we're going right over to Bob and Kathy's as soon as she meets me
at the golf course. We probably won't be home until late,
tonight. Their phone number's up on the wall. I need you guys
to be on your best behavior. Tommy, you're in charge, but Billy,
you're old enough to be second in command. This means you all
get along. No fighting over the computer, and no messes in the
kitchen. And NO friends over!"
"Yes, dad. Um, not even Lori?"
"No, not even Lori. No one. Just the three of you. And I
want you both to take care of your little brother. I want to see
a smile on his face when I get home."
At that point Billy ran out of the room. I knew he was losing
it. I about lost it, too, but somehow managed to keep my cool.
"I think we can do that all right, dad."
"Good. What's wrong with Billy?"
"He's ok, dad. A little um, diarrhea, I think."
Dad reached for a white bottle, in the cupboard.
"Ok, Tom. If it gets worse, give him this. Just a
teaspoon, though."
"No problem, dad."
"All right, son. I got to shower up and get out of here.
Take care of your brothers. I'm counting on you."
"I will, dad. I promise." 'Oh, yeah,' I thought. 'I know
I'll take care of at least one of them, real good.'
Dad was halfway down the hall, but I covered my mouth anyway. I
couldn't help laughing. If he only knew how Billy and I were
thinking of taking care of Robby, we'd have strap marks on our
butts for a year. Billy came back to the kitchen, still laughing
his ass off. I hoped dad was in the shower, by then
"Oh God," Billy said, more giggling than talking, "That was
too funny! 'Take care of your little brother...I want to see a
smile on his face!' Oh, yah, dad, I can handle that! I'll put a
BIG smile on his face."
By this time, Billy had totally lost it, and was on the floor.
For some reason, dad chose this moment to reappear in the
kitchen, wrapped in a towel.
"Billy! Son! Are you all right?"
"He's ok, dad," I said, thinking quickly. "You know how he
laughs at his own jokes."
"Yeah. I'm fine dad," Billy managed to say, through his
giggles, propped up on his elbows, trying his best to look at dad
without losing it, again.
Dad's towel fell off, and I froze. Leave it to dad, he just
picked it up, put it back on and kept on talking. Dad could be
cool, but he sure could say the least amount of stuff in the most
words. By this time, Billy had crawled under the table. I guess
he was embarrassed, seeing dad naked. I could feel my face
getting hot.
"One more thing guys. I want you all to eat well. Feed
Robby. Make sure he eats well. NO peanut butter, you
understand? You guys know where the meat is, and I want you to
make sure Robby gets some. You got that? I want all three of
you to have meat. NO junk food."
I could hear Billy having a fit, under the table. I was gonna
lose it any sec. Thankfully, dad left in a hurry. Billy came
rolling out from under the table, totally in a fit of laughter.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Billy said, holding his stomach like
it was going to explode. "I'm gonna die. Meat... oh... shit...
yeah... we'll have meat... all right... Oh, God!"
At that point, I lost it too. I prayed that dad was in the
bathroom by then. Eventually, we calmed down. Billy spoke up,
again.
"Tommy, did you see what I saw when dad's towel fell off?"
"Yeah, he's huge."
"Yup. You think that runs in the family or something?"
"Yeah I do. I see all those guys at school in the shower,
and their dicks all look smaller than ours--most of 'em, anyway."
"Oh, I didn't notice, Tommy."
"You lie, too!"
"Hehe. Gotcha again, Tommy!" Billy said, as he ran off.
"I'll beat your ass for that, you little fucker!" I chased
after him.
"You better suck my dick, instead, Tommy," Billy said,
turning his head halfway around to look at me, while he picked up
speed.
Finally, I caught up with him. I was not only bigger than Billy,
I was faster, too. I was going to tackle him but we were on a
tile floor, by then, and he might get hurt. Instead, I reached
for his waist, but only ended up with his shorts in my hand.
Part of them. I had ripped a whole piece out of them.
By this time we were in the downstairs spare bedroom, which was
carpeted, and had twin beds in it.
Billy shopped short--in shock, I guess--and I ran right into him.
When I backed away to give him space, the rest of his shorts fell
down to his ankles, and he was naked. I popped an instant boner.
Billy was red as a beet--embarrassed or mad, I couldn't tell.
"Now, who's the fucker? Look what you did, Tommy!"
I knew Billy didn't mean it because they were really old shorts.
"Well, shit. That's what you get for running away from me.
ME!--your brother--your lover." I blushed, really bad, after
saying that.
"Lover? is that what you are? Well, I'm gonna beat your
ass for doin' that to my shorts, and you're gonna let me."
"You're fuckin' nuts, man! No way!"
"Yeah, way. You want sex? You bend over this bed, right
now."
"Get serious, bro."
"I am serious," Billy said, looking me right in the eye.
And he was. I didn't know what it was, but something was
bringing out the aggressor in Billy, lately. Now, he had me over
a barrel. I was willing to play any game he thought was cool,
but no way did I want to lower myself to letting him spank me,
like a little kid--game or no game. But if I said yes, that's
what might happen--or he might just laugh at me, which would be
worse. If I said no, I might break the spell and maybe sex would
be out the window, for us. My face was getting redder and my
ears were hot. I made the mistake of looking in his eyes, which
were pure sex, at this point. I figured there was always the
possibility he would do something sexual instead of humiliating
me. I bent over the bed.
"Oh, that's a good boy, Tommy. But you've been a bad boy,
Tommy, so your little brother is going to have to teach you a
lesson. Oh yeah, you've been such a--"
"Shut up, Billy! C'mon, let's get this over with!" So
much for brotherly love, I thought. He had me by the balls now.
"On second thought, bad boy, get on the bed, on your hands
and knees."
As soon as I did, Billy was behind me, on the bed. There were
weird noises, and he was shifting his weight around, but I didn't
turn to look--figuring I didn't want him pissed or have me make
this any worse than it was going to be. I feared the worst,
anyway. Little brother's revenge, I thought.
I was all set to get up and call it quits when he pulled the back
of my shorts and briefs down. I was ready to yell at him when
his tongue hit my butt cheek.
"Oh, God, Billy. Oh, yeah!"
He gave both cheeks a pretty good tongue-lapping. My precum was
dripping off my balls. I swore I was going to cum. Billy gave
me five baby-slaps on the butt with his hand and I hardly felt
them. 'Mmmmm, I can handle this,' I thought.
"Consider yourself punished, young man."
"Oh, doing a Robby on me, huh?"
Dad was so soft on Robby, it made me and Billy mad, sometimes.
We'd get the strap on our bare asses, and Robby would get a few
slaps of dad's hand--through his clothes. Then, he'd always say,
'Consider yourself reprimanded, young man.'
"Mm, yeah, maybe."
"Well, I could hardly feel it."
"I'll give ya something you'll feel," Billy said, as he
shoved the head of his cock up my ass." Those sounds must have
been him lubing up.
"AHHHHHH! Ahhhhhh! Get that OUT of me! Aw, FUCK, that
hurts like hell!" I said, as I plunged forward, pulling away and
free of his dick. I flipped over and could see Billy, looking
real scared.
"Tommy, I--"
"Oh, God! That hurt so fucking bad! Those stories must be
fake."
"Stories, Tommy? You got stories about guys fucking each
other?"
"Yeah. They all say it hurts a just little at first then
it feels real good. That's bullshit, man."
"Tommy, I'm sorry. You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Still hurts, but it's ok." For
some reason my cock was still hard.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
And he went down on my dick. Not real slow, like last night, but
he really went down on it.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Billy."
"There. All better now?"
I really wanted Billy to finish the job, but I wasn't going to
push it. Besides, Robby could walk in anytime, now.
"Oh, yeah, Billy. Tons, better. Hey, come here. Let me
see if you got dick on your breath."
"Dick on my breath? Your dick doesn't smell, Tommy"
"Yeah, they say you can get that. I wanna check it out."
"Oh, I get it," Billy said, as he brought his face up to
mine.
"Mmmmm."
"MMMmmmm."
All I could smell was my brother's sweet boy scent, and all I
could taste was the clean tingle of his hot little mouth. I was
more feeling the heat of his mouth than anything else, except for
my cock going crazy.
"Billy, I want you bad, bro."
"That makes two of us."
"Really? You want me too?"
"Yup."
"You want me more than Robby?"
"Yup. Robby's a boy--fun to play with, maybe. You're big.
You got nice muscles and a big dick. That's what I want."
"Fuck!" I said, happy to get this news.
"We tried that it didn't work, remember?
"Yeah."
"Maybe we did something wrong, Tommy."
"What's this WE shit?"
"Tommy, let me see those stories. Maybe you didn't read
'em so good."
"Read? You wanna read? Now?"
"Yup. I wanna fuck you, remember?"
"I'll show you the stories on ONE condition. I get to fuck
you, too. I'm horny for some little-brother butt, and you're it.
Waddaya say?"
"Mmmm... maybe."
"No maybes, Billy."
"Ok, ok, I promise."
"I'm surprised you never found them, Billy."
"The stories?"
"Yeah."
"Why, did you want me to?"
"Not really," I said.
"So, where'd you hide 'em?"
"In that gray box in the closet."
"The one with the socks in it?" Billy asked.
"Yeah."
"I figured they might be jack-off socks, and you'd know if
I took one or moved them around, so I left that stuff alone."
"Well, the stories are under the socks."
"Cool."
We both stood and stared at each other's dicks, pointing straight
up and slightly toward each other. It was almost automatic and
we hugged. I wasted no time and pressed my lips, hard, against
his, and shoved my tongue in quick, so I'd beat him to it. That
must have surprised him, because his mouth dropped way open. I
pushed my dick against his. I could feel his cock throb, and he
gave me this sexy moan.
"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhh."
"Dammit, Billy, you are one hot fucker!"
"I'm gonna BE a fucker and a good one. That's why I want
those stories."
"Oh. So you're gonna be the professor and teach me, then?"
"Um, maybe." Billy said, as he slid to his knees and took
my dick in his mouth, again.
I decided to get brave. I was feeling very much the stud, in
spite of the fact that my little brother was so keen on fucking
me. I was thinking this as his mouth was making love to my cock
like I never believed could be possible.
"You sure are a queer little brother," I said with a big
smile.
"Yup," Billy said, as he sucked hungrily on my cock. He
finally pulled off, and just stared at my dick. "And I just
might let this big boy try to go in me."
"Oh, Billy."
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I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school," an S&M
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but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish.
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