Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2001 17:29:15 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 9
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COOL KID BROTHER!
CHAPTER 9 READING TIME: 14 MINUTES
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A new short story by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) June 4, 2001 by Danny Meyer.
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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.
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.
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.
WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF...
[Robby is the 'victim' in a game of 'prisoner.' The 'torture'
that Robby must endure consists of licking and teasing him.]
I was watching Robby, and his face got a strange look on it.
I could tell something was on his mind.
"Do bi guys fuck other guys?" Robby asked.
"Sure, Champ," Billy said, "Why?"
"Cuz, I wanna fuck Tommy."
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CHAPTER 9 - THE BROTHERS HEAT UP
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Chapter text: 18.3K Reading time: 14 minutes
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"You wanna WHAT?" Billy and I said. "You want to fuck
Tommy?" Billy continued.
"Yeah. Bi guys are supposed to do a lot of fucking,
right?" Robby asked, with a note of insecurity.
"Yeah, Champ, sure." Billy said, his voice dropping.
I felt bad for Billy. For some reason Robby had picked ME. It
hurt me that Billy was being left out, at least for now. I
wanted so much to tell Robby he had to fuck Billy too, hoping to
include Billy in this, and not have him bummed.
But Billy was MINE. His ass was for ME to take tonight, and no
one was going up there before I did. If I could have it totally
my way, no one else would ever go inside him, except me. I was
trapped. My heart sank, for Billy.
"You haven't been tortured enough, Champ. You haven't
proved your manhood, yet," Billy said--but you could tell some of
the energy and enthusiasm had gone out of his voice.
"Yah, ok. Hurry up I gotta cum!" Robby said, excitedly.
I was thinking the same thing. Suddenly, my focus was back on my
dick and my aching balls.
Billy slipped the blindfold over Robby's eyes.
"PRISONER!" Billy shouted, "You do not speak this way to
us. I am afraid that you have made your torture much worse."
"Yes," I said, firmly and confidently, trying to be
agreeable--wanting to hurry this thing along--but not having a
clue what the worse 'torture' would consist of. I looked at
Billy like, 'Huh?'
Billy started to lose it, put his hand over his mouth and ran out
of the room. From the sound of the footsteps, it was pretty
clear Billy had left.
"Tommy, lick my balls," Robby whispered.
"Lick your balls? Where did you learn about--Oh! Never
mind," I said. "I'm afraid the red-hot tongue of iron is even
more painful on a prisoners balls."
"Come on, Tommy--just lick 'em!"
Listening to him say that, I thought, 'Robby has BALLS, all
right.' I really wasn't too hot on the idea, but I licked little
Champs nuts--flicking my tongue at them as teasingly as I could.
I thought BILLY'S balls responded when I licked them. Robby's
were doing a hot dance, compared with Billy's. The more I did
this, the more I got into it and the harder I licked, until I was
sucking Robby's nuts into my mouth and practically making love to
them.
"Ahh, shit! Oh, yeah, Tommy. Feels so fucking good!"
Robby moaned.
"What are you doing, Sergeant?" Billy said in his most
commanding voice, as he reentered the room.
"I am putting the red-hot tongue of iron on the prisoner's
balls, sir," I said, playing the game as best I could. I put my
mouth back on Robby's tight, tight nuts. At that point, the
'prisoner' decided to play his part, again.
"Ahhh! NO! Please not that! Owwwwwooooooooo!"
"You can stop now, Sergeant," Billy said, "I have the
ultimate torture device that I got from the Supreme Commander."
Billy opened his hand so I could see what it was. This would be
fun.
"Oh, no, Captain," I said, "That is so severe. Very few
men have survived it."
"What, what? What is it?" Robby demanded.
"This," Billy said, ominously, "Will slowly eat your balls
off, prisoner."
I could see Robby hesitate, not knowing whether to play along, or
panic. I guess he decided to play along.
"No...Oh my God, NO!!!"
The 'torture device' was a toy--a gummy octopus. The tentacles
would be perfect for tickling Robby's nuts.
"Sergeant, you will apply the creature to the prisoner's
balls," Billy said.
"Creature?" Robby asked, nervously, scrunching his nose to
try to shift the blindfold.
"Sir--such an extreme torture for so young a prisoner--I
don't know if I can do this to him."
"If you do not," Billy said, sternly, "Then I will apply to
torture to YOUR balls, Sergeant."
'Well fuck! Do it to me!' I wanted to say, but I held my tongue.
"Yes, sir, right away, sir."
The tentacles on the gummy octopus were bunched together and I
lightly touched the tips of them to Robby's nuts. They made the
perfect ball-tickler, because Robby started to lose it, right
away.
"Ahhh, ooooooooo, ahhhh, no! OH, that TICKLES! Ahhhhhh,
oooooh ho, huh, huh, haaaaaaaaaa!"
"Move the creature around, more, Sergeant!" Billy
commanded.
Robby was almost convulsing by now, and moving the thing around,
on his balls, made him spasm. I signaled to Billy that this had
to stop now. I was afraid Robby was going to bust a gut, for
real. Billy took the blindfold off Robby, who was more out of
breath than I'd ever seen him, before.
"You have done well, prisoner!"
"Ahh huh, oooo huh, yes sir, huh, uhh, huh, uhh," Robby
said.
"You ok, Robby?"
"Yah."
"Captain, have you reached a decision on the prisoner?"
"Yes, Sergeant, the prisoner has earned his release," Billy
said, as he began to untie Robby.
I rubbed Champ's chest and back, and he had calmed down, pretty
much, by the time he was totally free. He immediately sat down,
on the bed.
"Do Bi guys do anything besides fuck?" Robby asked.
"You mean, with a guy?" I said
"Yah."
"Yeah, Robby, pretty much anything they want."
"Yup," Billy said, anything the guy wants to do, or have
done to him. He's the boss."
"The boss?" Robby said, half in awe.
"Yup, the boss, Champ."
"Wow."
"Ok, come on, guys, let's all hop in the pool and cool off.
We all deserve a break."
"Tommy, no!" Robby said, "It's dark out! I hate it when we
put the lights on. All the bugs come, then."
I had to admit, all I wanted to do was make Robby happy, at that
point.
"Ok, Robby let's all take a cool shower, together."
"Awesome," Robby said. "You guys gotta let me play with
your things. I'm the boss."
'Oh shit! We created a monster,' I thought.
"Sure thing, Robby."
"Yeah, sounds hot, Champ!" Billy said. "Those aren't our
'things,' Champ, they're our cocks."
"I don't like that word. Sounds dirty."
Billy and I both sighed in resignation to Robby's wish, at that
point. Robby was walking just ahead of me and Billy, to the
downstairs bathroom, which had the biggest shower stall.
"Well, look, Robby," I said, giving Billy a quick kiss and
getting more desperate to get him alone and make love to him, "My
thing is about ready to cum, all on its own."
"Well, too bad, Tommy. You gotta wait till I let ya,"
Robby said.
Billy and I glared at each other in total disbelief.
In the shower, Robby had his fun, 'torturing' our 'things' before
we even turned the water on. He had learned quickly from our
prisoner game, and stroked, first Billy, then me--so close to
climax, but not quite there. I could see Billy grimace. Probably
his balls ached. When it was my turn, Champ showed no mercy, and
as my balls tightened, I saw stars.
"Ahhhhh!" I moaned in pain.
"Cool!" Robby said, obviously enjoying himself with not a
clue as to how I was suffering. 'Damn, twelve-year-old kids
could be cruel bastards,' I thought. I had to admit it was hot,
though.
My dick was throbbing, looking at my two brothers' juicy-looking
dicks, pointing straight up, with precum drooling down the shafts
and dripping from their balls. All of us were so horny, we all
had tight nuts. I was glad to see they weren't shy about staring
back at my cock--bigger than theirs, by far.
I kept looking from Billy's dick to Robby's and back. I wanted
Billy's dick, it turned me on the most, even though little
Champ's pole was a little longer and thicker. As I thought about
it, that seemed weird, to me. 'Why didn't I go for the bigger,
thicker cock?'
Billy finally got the water going and we argued for about ten
minutes as to what the water temperature should be. Eventually,
we found a setting we all liked, warm enough to feel good and
cool enough to be refreshing.
"You guys argue again, and you'll be punished," Robby said,
in he deepest possible voice, trying to sound like dad.
"Punished?" I said, "How, Robby?"
"Well... I'll think of something."
Billy and I exchanged smiling glances.
During the shower we had all touched each other and were hard as
hell, drying ourselves. We were still all precumming so I gave
up trying to dry my dick.
"Ok. Back to my room," Robby announced, commandingly.
The short walk up to Robby's room was silent. I guess we were
all thinking about what was going to happen. I walked behind
Billy and Robby and could see drops of precum falling from them
to the floor. I made a mental note to go back and clean it up,
later. I hoped I would remember to do that before mom and dad
came home. We all remembered that Robby said he wanted to fuck
me.
We got to Robby's room and Billy just plopped down on the bed, on
his back. I figured he felt left out. I looked over at Billy,
and I was feeling sad and probably looking sad. This was OUR
time, and now, Robby was just in the way. Billy looked like his
wheels were turning. If it weren't that we were all so horny, I
would have just told Robby to go to bed. I probably would be
public enemy number one with both my brothers, if I did that.
I had to go through with this, for Champ's sake. Right now, I
figured he was at a delicate point, in his mind. I wanted him to
feel good about himself, about the three of us, about me and
Billy loving each other, and I wasn't going to do anything to
mess up my baby brother's head.
I wondered if Billy could tell what I was thinking. For sure,
Robby had no clue about any of this. In spite of all my
thoughts, I was so ready for something to happen. I had the
horns real bad.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Tommy," Robby said, "I'm gonna put my
thing in you, now."
At this point I was so desperate, either one of them could have
put anything, in me--just as long as we got this over with, and
got Robby to bed.
"Hey, wait," Billy said, suddenly snapping out of his
dream, "I'll go get the stuff. Tommy you explain to him."
"Explain what? What stuff?" Robby said, eyeing Billy as he
went out of the room.
"Oh it's nothing bad, Robby," I started to explain, "It's
just that, well... you got a big dick, and--"
"Yah! Real big, huh?"
"Real, big, Robby."
"Not as big as yours, though, Tommy."
"No, but you're getting there, fast, Champ. Remember I'm
four years older. Anyway, Billy went to get some lube--slippery
stuff--and a rubber glove because... well... a guy's hole is a
lot smaller and tighter than... than a girl's... a girl's thing."
"Oh, yeah," Robby said. I wasn't positive he really
understood, but I kept going.
"See, you're going to be what they call the 'top' and I'm
going to be the 'bottom.'
"That's weird."
"Well that's what they call it." I was blushing. I felt
like I was explaining the facts of life to my brother. "Any way
you put the glove on and grease it up, and you gotta stretch my
hole real gradual, otherwise you wont get your thing in, or it
will hurt so bad I won't be able to take it."
"Oh," Robby said, deep in thought.
I was relieved when I heard Billy walking back into the room.
This was getting uncomfortable, I thought.
"Well, Champ," Billy said, "Did Tommy explain to you ab--"
"Yah, Billy," Robby said, "I want you to do it."
"He means stretch me, Billy," I said.
"Oh cool. No sweat Champ. I already fucked Tommy, once
so--"
"You DID?" Robby said.
Now I was REALLY blushing.
"Yupper, Champ. So it won't take as long to get him
stretched, this time."
"Cool. Can I watch you guys fuck, sometime?"
"SOMETIME, Robby," I said, "Not tonight, there's not enough
time for that."
Robby watched intently, as Billy gently did his finger magic.
It felt fantastic. I could feel my precum flowing and noticed
Robby's boner throbbing, seeing my reaction to this process, and
I guess, looking forward to his first fuck. Soon, I was 'ready,'
and got on my back, on Robby's bed.
"Tommy, what are you doing?" Robby asked.
"I'm, um, ready for you to do it to me, Robby," I said.
"Not like THAT! Stand UP!" Robby said, insistently. I
guess he never HAD actually fucked, if he thought standing up was
the way to do it.
"You're the boss, Robby."
"Yah!"
"Robby," Billy said, "Tommy's as is gonna be too high for
you to fuck. Wait, I'll go get something."
I was wondering if Billy was starting to feel like an errand boy.
Robby and I stood there, staring at each other, and I put my arm
around him, without thinking. "Mmm you feel good Robby," I said.
"Mm," Robby said, staring so intently, I thought he'd burn
a hole through my head.
Those green eyes were always pretty, and a little mysterious.
Now they were a magnet so powerful, I was trapped by Robby's
gaze. This close to Robby, I could hear him breathing, and I
could smell his sweet little scents. Next thing I know, my
head's leaning down, and my lips are smashing into his. I was
out of control all of a sudden.
'Big fuckup. This is the end!' I thought.
Robby pressed back, and pressed his lips harder into mine. He
put his arms around me and pulled my body into him, I couldn't
believe this! Our dicks were dueling, down below, and this was
feeling too good. I was getting nervous. I caught my breath and
broke the kiss.
"Robby, that was awesome!" I said, not thinking.
"Oh, yah!"
"You ok with it? You liked it, Champ?"
"Yah. You make me feel good, Tommy."
"Ah... yeah, well, that's good, Robby."
"Here, Robby stand on this," Billy said, coming into the
room. He had found a small pallet.
"Hey that's just the right height, I think, Billy."
"Why you guys so red?" Billy asked.
"Um... nervous I guess," I said, thinking quickly.
"Ok, Champ," Billy said, handing Robby a condom, "You gotta
put this on. Or I can do it for ya."
"I can do it," Robby said.
In a minute, Robby was set to go, and all greased up.
"Wait," Billy said, "Hold up, Champ. You gotta grease
Tommy's butt, or you'll tear him up!"
"Ok."
Billy held the Crisco can and Robby scooped out way to much and
smeared it from my balls to the base of my spine.
"Yup, that's plenty good, Champ," Billy said.
Robby grabbed my arms and stuck his hardon into my crack. It was
a little strange, but kind of exciting, thinking about doing this
standing up. Robby grabbed hold of his dick and slid it around
and back and forth past my butthole a hundred times, until he
found the spot, and stayed there. This drove me nuts and made me
precum. I guess that shouldn't have surprised me, but it did.
Robby still had one hand, guiding his dick, and started to push a
little more, pulling me back by my arm, for leverage.
All I could think of was that I wished it was Billy. I wanted to
be in bed with Billy, making love to him; I wanted Robby asleep.
Also I was worried that fucking me might be damaging to Robby,
somehow.
Robby put his arms around me as his dick slid into me. I must
admit, he was very gentle, going in. I wondered if that was an
instinct. His dick was so hot, it was on fire, almost. I could
tell his cock head was stretching me wide, but it didn't burn as
much as the first time, when Billy fucked me. Champ's little
hands slid around the front of me, and when they brushed across
my nipples his cock was hitting bottom and I felt like I was
going to cum.
He changed his method and his hands were now flat on my pecs,
pulling me toward him. Still, something had changed, when he
rubbed my nipples--my butt was more sensitive, I could feel him
more keenly, inside. I wanted him more, and found myself bending
slightly, to push against him more, to slide more of him in me.
I wondered if this was instinctive too because he thrust so hard,
into me, that Billy came over and held me, so I wouldn't lose my
balance and fall over. My dick was throbbing like mad. Pretty
soon, my baby brother was pounding my ass. I couldn't believe
this was happening. Maybe I was dreaming?
I remembered how Billy's dick felt in me, but his wasn't as hot
as Robby's; wasn't as thick and demanding on my butthole. With
Robby, my ass was getting stretched out more, and I was working
harder to get used to this fuller feeling. My littlest brother
was giving me a hell of a workout. I heard Robby grunting when
he thrust into me, and he made other sounds, too. His breaths!
Damn, they were sexy. He was breathing very fast now. My dick
felt fuller, too, and I was so horny I thought either I'm going
to cum or my cock was going to pop right off.
As I leaned over more and my head dropped, some, I couldn't even
believe what I saw. I had made so much precum that not only was
my cock and pubes soaked in it, but it was dripping off my balls
to a puddle, on the floor. Robby's fucking was exciting me to a
level I hadn't felt before. My breath got very quick and I felt
a deep heat and rush of something, inside me. I tensed up, with
the full feeling in my butt getting fuller, somehow, and without
warning, I came.
I don't think I saw the first spurt. I could feel a strong kind
of feeling coming, and everything down in my dick tensed, really
hard. A long, thin stream of cum shot out so strong, that I did
not believe it came out of me. I watched as it shot all the way
across the room and landed at the base of the closet door, about
eight feet away. More shots came, almost as strong and as hard.
The feel of Robby's dick in me was making me come, more, I knew.
Soon, Robby was cumming, and I was so wiped, all I knew was that
Billy held me and Champ pounded the shit out of my butt, yelling
and screaming. I heard this loud sound and wondered what it was
for a long time, until I realized it was me yelling. I couldn't
believe I was making this sound, but as I came out of it, I knew
for sure it was my voice. I couldn't see too clearly. The room
looked like it was cluttered with gray dots, which were just the
effects of spots before my eyes.
I felt like a giant hand had squeezed me too tightly, and at the
last minute, decided to have mercy, and let me go. I was spent.
There was nothing left of me. I could hear me and Robby now, so
out of breath, and the heat of our bodies pouring out, and sweet
smells of sweat and boy scent filled my nose, and made me dizzy.
"Holy fucking shit!" Billy shouted, "You came across the
fucking ROOM!"
I was out of it. I couldn't talk.
Robby, breathing so hard he was half useless, tried to say
something but you couldn't understand it. I was pretty out of
breath and useless, myself. Robby tried again, his words came
out in short spurts, between breaths.
"I want Tommy... to fuck me."
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