Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2005 16:46:17 -0800 (PST)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering My Little Brother - Chapter 1
Discovering My Little Brother - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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which depicts homosexual sex acts. To read this, you must be of
legal age and not be offended by this type of content.
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(You can find a list of my other stories with a brief description
of each at the end of this chapter.)
For David
DISCOVERING MY LITTLE BROTHER
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Joshua Walters - 17
David Walters - 13
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Chapter 1
I got a 90 on my math test and I was flying high--as high as
the flag on top of Sturgess High School. I kept looking at my
name on the test paper, Joshua Walters, and could not believe it
was mine. That score on the test changed my math grade from
failing to passing. That was what I needed to stay on the
basketball team--that meant more to me than anything. As a
senior, losing my place on the team would be a total disaster.
"Way to go, Josh," Kevin Lanshire said. He was captain of
the team. "Keep it up."
"Thanks," I said, quickly turning in another direction.
Something was keeping up and it wasn't schoolwork.
My dick was flying high because I hadn't jacked off for two
days--Mom was redecorating my brother's room, and my 13-year-old
brother David had to sleep in my bed. I tried jacking off other
places, like the bathroom, but that didn't work for me. I'd hear
noises and start to go soft. For me, either it was my bed, or
nothing. And that's what my cum score was for two days--nothing.
When I wasn't doing homework or studying, I had to help out
redoing his room--mostly painting. My arm was sore from sliding
a paintbrush up and down.
Just one more night, and I could get rid of him. But I was
too horny to wait.
This was a Friday--the one day of the week my mom wouldn't be
there waiting for us when we got home from school.
The teacher should've handed back the tests at the end of the
period. He went on and on with the math lesson, but I was
feeling so good, I didn't hear much. I had lots of time to get
rid of my hardon before class ended. And if not, what the heck.
This was the last class of the day, and I was going home to
stroke my meat, no matter what.
Class ended, and I was still hard. I didn't care. I got up
with everyone else. Me and my bone went down the hall to my
locker. I don't think anybody looked, but if they did, too bad.
I was walking on air--totally charged up about my grade, and
staying on the team. Plus, it was Friday. I always felt good
with the weekend ahead of me.
Friday was the only day of the week I walked home from
school, so I could go to the one dirty book store that would let
me in--a small shop off the beaten path. They would let you in
if you were tall, and looked like you could pass for 18.
I always got a sexy magazine after school on Fridays--it gave
me good pictures to jack off by and start the weekend right. And
I always threw it out the next day in the dumpster at the mall,
so my parents wouldn't find it.
A few months ago, my younger brother David found my magazine
before I could get to read it.
"Dave--What do you think you're doin?"
"Oh, nothing. I found this hot magazine--I think my big
brother Josh bought it."
I hated when he talked like that. Shit, *I* was his big
brother and I was in the room--so why talk to me like I wasn't
there? He did that if he had something over me--which wasn't
often.
"This is MY room, and you got no right to look at my stuff."
"Hmmm, well, yeah--but maybe mom and dad should know what
stuff you got here," David said, smiling--all smug and happy with
himself.
"Fuck! You're too young to be looking at this." I grabbed
the magazine from his hands.
"Oh, you look at sex magazines, and curse. Maybe dad would
like to know that, too."
"You little shit," I said, laughing. We got along too well
for me to think this would be a big problem. We'd worked out
tougher problems than this.
I would get in trouble if mom or dad found out, so he had me
trapped. But we came to a compromise. Each Friday, I got the
magazine first. I give it to him after I'm done with it, so he
can look at it for a while. Then I take it back, no later than
midnight. At first, it was a real pain, but it worked out.
David was an OK little bro. We shot baskets in our driveway,
and he was getting good at it. At least he was tall for 13, and
not all shrimpy.
I had lots of names I called him, like twerp and shrimpo,
just to get him bent out of shape. I'd just say a few simple
little words, and had great fun watching him get mad and red in
the face--all pissed off and yelling at me.
I even let him take a few punches at me when stuff like that
happened, knowing because of his size couldn't hurt me. And I
loved how frustrated he got when his fists had no effect.
Because I played basketball and worked out, I had a nice lean
build when I turned 17--five foot ten, 165 pounds. I have
reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and a smooth chest. I like my
chest that way.
Twerp was about five foot five, and thin. He had blond hair
and blue eyes, and no hair at all that I could see, besides on
his head. I always thought he looked pale. I teased him a lot,
but we were close, for brothers. It was just the two of us and
our parents.
I was four when David was born, and right from the start,
everyone said how cute he was. I mean, I thought all babies were
cute, but this went on into junior high school. I heard so many
times, how cute everyone thought Dave was, I ended up believing
it. Oh, well. I was way bigger than David, and could pin him to
the floor in a second. He was sorta cute, in a dumb, little-
brother way.
We never talked about sex or anything like that, but I knew
Dave was jerking off. He started about six months ago. Not much
a boy can hide from his big brother. He always did it in the
bathroom. He didn't take long, but he acted all weird when he
was done--so, I could always tell. Besides, his little boner
tented his pants for like half an hour after he did it.
I should tease him about it, but I don't. I know how it was
for me when I was 13, and I figured he deserved to get himself
off and not be harassed about it, or get all embarrassed. I
could be cruel to him, but not that cruel. Well, maybe when he
got older.
I was so busy thinking about my jack-off session, I didn't
remember getting the magazine, but there it was, right against my
butt, inside my briefs. With all the walking, I started to
sweat, and my dick stuck to my balls, really bad--so I couldn't
wait to get home. Then I thought about the pictures I would see
in the magazine, and got a boner. No more sticking, at least.
I was hoping shrimpo was out playing with friends, but no, my
door was closed and that meant he was in my room. The house
smelled of paint. As I opened the door, I could see he was in my
bed, and I thought I saw the sheet fly up. Then I saw his hand
under the sheet making a big mound where a hand shouldn't be.
"Hey, twerp!"
"Hi, Josh. Did you get it?"
Even blushed and embarrassed and almost caught in the act,
David had balls.
"Get what?"
"You know. Come on, Josh."
"Maybe I don't know. So, tell me." I couldn't help smiling.
"The magazine." He grinned, knowing I made him say it.
"Yeah, I got it. But you're not getting it early. I only
did that once."
"Aw, come on, Josh. We could look at it together."
"Fuck. What'd you do, take a togetherness class?"
This made the little guy blush.
"Just for a few minutes? It couldn't hurt."
"Yeah it could."
My balls were gonna start hurting if I didn't get David out
of my room, and my hand on my dick.
"Come on, pleeeeeeease?"
I was still on my high from my math grade, and feeling good
about two days off school--I suddenly didn't much care what I
did, or Dave did, as long as I got my rocks off, like real soon.
"I'm gonna get naked--"
"You ARE?" Dave said, his eyes getting big.
"Yeah--and look at my magazine. And YOU are outta here," I
said, slipping my pants off over my shoes, and picking up the
magazine. "And I'm readin' this NOW."
"Please--come on, Josh, let me stay." Little brother had his
charms.
"If you wanna stay, the only way you get to see this is you
get naked, too, twerp." I was only half-serious, waving the
magazine at him. I figured he'd bolt.
"Oh," he said, and got real quiet. Then his face lit up a
little. "Okay."
Yeah, he had balls. And I was in a good mood. That was a
dangerous mixture because the combination of 13-year-old David
and 17-year-old Joshua could get into trouble real fast.
I got my shoes and socks off, and started in on my shirt,
staring at him taking his time undressing. "You better hurry,
shithead, or your butt is out the door."
"Who says I gotta hurry?" he said, all cheeky. He liked to
challenge me, but he knew defying me would not be good for his
health. By then, he had his pants off, and was in his briefs,
like me.
"I say!" I went over to him, and he panicked, seeing the
look on my face.
"No, Josh. No--come on! Don't spank me, tickle me!"
I don't know why he said that. I think David hated tickling
worse than a spanking.
"You're gettin' spanked," I said, grabbing his arms and
bending him over. I started smacking his little butt. I never
did it real hard, but I had to teach little bro a lesson.
"Ah! OW! You can't do that!"
"Oh yeah? What did dad say I should do when he's not home
and you're giving me shit?"
"Spank me," he said, all red in the face and sniffing.
"And that's what I'm doing--spanking you." I started
laughing. Dave was a good kid, and smart, but he was a pain at
times. Everyone knew that. Dad got tired of spanking him and
hearing complaints about stupid stuff, I guess. So he had me
take care of David's minor misbehavior.
"OW! Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"
I let him go and stopped.
"Oh, you're laughing! You think it's funny, huh, Josh?" he
said, standing up, all red-faced, and rubbing his butt.
"Yeah. You had your chance to see my magazine with me, and
you blew it. And I know your ass doesn't hurt because my hand
doesn't." I stopped laughing and grinned.
"Does too, hurt."
"Then you're a wimp."
"Please, Josh--Ill be good, I promise."
"Yeah, right!"
"Come on. I'll turn the pages exactly when you say."
David had a way of using his cute face and making me change
my mind--not over important things, just little ones. But
telling him when to turn the pages sounded good.
"Yeah, well, not for long. I got things to do." I always
felt guilty after I spanked him, even though I knew I didn't
really hurt him.
"Yes!"
That's when I noticed David's briefs had a healthy bulge. He
was bent over a little, and I knew what that meant. I don't know
why he tried to hide it. He hadn't been naked around me since he
was little, and I was curious to see how big he was.
I never tried to hide my bulges when it was just the two of
us--I was proud of it, but Dave never said anything. I wondered
about that--he was so talkative about everything else.
"You get naked first, then I will." I couldn't wait to see
how he reacted to that. I felt weird, saying that to my brother.
I used to do stuff like that with my best friend when we were
like 12. "Did you hear me, twerp?" I had a hard look in my
eyes, the kind that always gets to him. He knew how strong I
was.
"Okay," he said, trusting me, but blushing as he reached for
his underwear. He slid them down real quick, all of a sudden.
I jumped up right away and did the same thing, and there we
were, standing, facing each other with our briefs down to our
knees. I was amazed to see he had a pretty good bush, for a 13-
year-old. His dick wasn't a bad size either.
"You're big," he said, like he was so fascinated, and put his
hand on my dick.
Something in me wanted to rebel, but I couldn't let it out.
"What?" I said, stunned and suddenly scared. I froze, not
knowing what to do or say. We both boned up all the way.
It was like he was in a trance or something. His bone was
bigger than I thought it would be, but still fairly small.
I was ready to tell him to take his hand off, when I thought
it felt good. I blushed.
"Aren't you embarrassed or anything, touching my dick?" In
sex-ed, we learned how sexual experiences could scar a kid, and I
didn't want to do that to my brother by doing something wrong or
yelling at him--so I did nothing. I think I was embarrassed for
him. My heart pounded.
"No," he said, blushing and jerking his hand away. "I don't
know--should I be?" This time he didn't have his smart-assed,
little-brother tone. Little Mister Confident was sounding very
unsure of himself. I was shocked at that, and at myself. I
didn't like what I was feeling--I missed his warm hand on my
dick.
"Nah, no reason for me to say that. I guess it's okay." And
Dave put his hand back on it.
"You can touch mine if you want," he said, sounding like a
10-year-old. That brought back memories.
"Yeah," I said, not wanting to insult any guy's dick by
refusing that offer, even if he was my little brother.
When my hand reached out, Dave got timid about it--maybe
scared that I'd grab hard and hurt him. But he got closer to me,
and I wasn't rough when I wrapped my hand around it.
"How is it?" he asked. "I know it's nowhere near as big as
yours, but--"
"Hot." I cut him off. He could talk a mile a minute for
three days straight, I swear. "Bigger than I thought it would
be."
"Really? How much bigger?"
"Oh, an inch, maybe. Okay, let's get to the magazine."
"Yeah!" He looked at his dick like he was so proud of it.
I was feeling good and high and horny all of a sudden--maybe
too good. I didn't know if it was such a great idea to touch
each other the way we did, but I worried less and less as I
opened the magazine looked at the first page of pictures.
"Oh, yeah--that's good," I said, enjoying what I was seeing
and stroking my bone, not even thinking.
"I'm gonna do it, too," Dave said real soft.
"Do what? Oh, shit," I said, finally realizing where I had
my hand--and where he had his eyes. "Yeah, okay, twerp--why
not."
"Cool," he said, sounding nervous as hell. At least he
wasn't staring at my dick anymore.
"Okay, turn the page."
The next page showed two guys jerking off like they were
getting ready to shove into the girls on the other side of the
page. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his arm moving.
"Yeah, that's hot," Dave said. I turned to see him, and he
was looking where I was--at the guys.
"Fuck, yeah." As I thought about it, I guess I *was* taking
more interest in seeing the guys naked in the showers after
basketball. I hadn't thought about it much until then.
I stopped jerking off long enough to take the magazine out of
his hands, and put it down, flat on the bed. Dave was holding it
and moving it around, making it hard for me to see.
"You really ARE big," he said, touching my dick again.
Before I got my hand back on my bone, David had wrapped his
little hand around it. "Is this okay?" he said, stroking me.
I grit my teeth, ready to stop this. Then I thought, what
the fuck, it's a party.
"Yeah--well, I guess. Grip it tighter and go slower."
Little bro did his best to do what I said. "Not like that, hold
it back from the head more."
"I . . . don't get it."
"Here, like this," I said, leaning his way and taking his
bone and showing him. I don't know where I got the nerve to do
that, but I stroked his dick just the way I did it to myself. I
thought if he could feel it himself, he'd know how to do it to me
for sure. After stroking him a few times, I thought it was fun--
especially seeing him jump and squirm.
"Oh, God--you're so hot," he said, like in a trance, staring
at my face, then down at my cock.
"I'M hot?"
"Yeah. Don't stop, Josh. I'm gonna come."
As I sat up, I was thinking, 'This I gotta see,' even though
I thought this was crazy. I stroked him a few more times.
And Dave shot a load right on my neck, then two weak spurts
that landed on his stomach. He lay back and wiggled all over the
bed, squeaking and making weird noises.
"Holy shit," I said, surprised as hell. He was only 13.
"Are you mad?"
"Fuck, no--but that was impressive. You shot clear up to my
neck." Now I was fascinated. His dick wasn't that little--still
smaller than mine--but I didn't expect him to shoot so far.
"You never talk to me that way," he said, smiling at me. I
guess I made him feel proud. His eyes were bouncing between my
face and my dick.
It was weird--his cum was on me, and I wasn't wiping it off.
I guess it didn't bother me, and that surprised me.
"Yeah, well--" I said, starting to get embarrassed, "you're
more grown up now, I guess." I really didn't know what to say,
and I sat there, stunned. I was starting to feel weird about
what we were doing.
Dave took that moment to push me to my back. My mind was
totally out of it. Instead of being mad at him, I thought it
felt good to lie down.
"And YOU didn't come," he said, shoving his mouth on my cock.
"Oh, fuck!" That's when I shot off in his mouth. I didn't
feel weird, then.
I was coming my guts out. I felt the force of it as it flew
out of my dick. It wasn't just the two days worth of cum I had
stored up, it was his mouth--or *a* mouth. I was moaning and
squirming, my balls in a knot like never before. I was deep into
the pleasure of my climax, like always. But this time, it was
different--when I came out of it, I was scared. What did I just
do?
I couldn't believe David kept his mouth on my dick the whole
time. I was coming down from my sex high, but still hard, and
there he was, smiling with my bone in his mouth. Half-smiling,
anyway.
"Dave--what are you doing?" This made him reach his arms up
and rub my chest. When his hands slid over my nipples, I felt a
throb in my cock, like I was going to come again.
He waited some, then slid off, in slow motion.
"I got most of it. That was so awesome!"
I looked down, and saw a just little trail of cum, running
down to my balls.
"David, you swallowed my cum!"
"Yeah, you're fuckin awesome," he said, climbing up to my
chest and kissing it.
Besides him sucking me off, something was way different.
David did a lot of things, but he never cursed. He never kissed
my chest, either. Then he slid his arms under me as far as he
could reach, like a little kid trying to hug a teddy bear.
At that point, I didn't care if he thought I was the world's
hottest lover or Santa Claus--I was scared. What was I going to
do? Tell mom I was playing with David, and my favorite toy went
off in his mouth? When all that finally sank in, my dick was
soft.
"David--I--we could be in real trouble!"
"No, I'll never tell," he said, sliding down me till his head
was between my legs. He was so intense, holding my cock like it
was a shrine or something. "I just wanna suck this. I'll suck
it anytime you want, I swear. You gotta let me."
My dick started to go up--fast. I was thinking 'I'm gonna
lose it, real soon.' The freaking most off-limits thing--sex
with your brother--and I was boning up over it. I didn't have a
girlfriend, jerking off was good but it was getting old, and I
was always horny when I got home from school. Now Dave was
telling me I can get a blow job whenever I want.
"Look at me, David."
When he tilted his head up, he looked so cute--his eyes were
pleading, adoring--and I was melting. I knew he was reading my
mind, like we did sometimes.
"I swear, Josh, I'm not kidding. I swear I'll do it," my
brother said.
I sat up, reached forward, and rubbed his head. "You're
okay, Davy," I said, without a clue what else to say. I didn't
even know why I'd said that. I hadn't called him Davy since he
was real little.
Then his tears came. "I love you so much!" he shouted. The
way he said it--the way he looked--I didn't doubt him for a
second. My cock had a mind of its own, just then. But, shit!
My little brother saying he loved me?
I stared at his face--and for the first time, I saw him as
cute and sexual. I noticed his smooth skin, pretty blue eyes,
and his long eyelashes--like I'd never seen him before. And I
looked at his dick--nice size, and hard as a rock, I thought.
David was sexy and good-looking. And he'd just sucked me off.
And I wanted more.
Holy fuckin shit!
After I caught my breath, I looked at David. I guess it
wasn't just my hard dick talking, because he still looked cute.
I was going to say something to him when we heard mom and dad
coming in the front door.
We rushed to get dressed, scared we might get caught. We got
downstairs before either of them come up to check on us. We said
hi, and Dave hugged mom.
"Were you boys having fun?" she asked David.
"Yeah, mom," he said, all excited like, "we were playing this
cool game."
"Well that's good," dad said. "It's nice to know you guys
get along and play together, not like those other boys."
Togetherness was a big thing for dad. Him and David got
along real well on that point. Now I was thinking the
togetherness thing wasn't so bad.
"Yeah," I said, wanting to put my two cents in, "now that
he's older we can do more stuff together." Then I realized how
that sounded--at least, to me.
"I'm glad you feel that way, Josh. I'm proud of you."
I got points with dad, and little bro got this shit-eating
grin.
"You guys are home early," I said.
"Yes," mom said, "we have to get ready for the annual pot
luck dinner. You boys didn't forget, did you?"
"Um, no, mom. I was just waiting to see what you wanted us
to wear," I said, hurrying to answer before Dave opened his big
mouth. I had forgotten all about the dinner.
The food was great, but sitting next to David was a mistake.
He kept grinning at me like a nine year old, for one thing. I
sat to his right. He's left-handed--I'm right handed. And all
through the dinner, he slid his right hand over to my lap and
played with my dick. I had a hardon the whole time we ate.
It was a special celebration, and dad insisted me and Dave
have a drink with him when we got home. That was another
mistake. I was horny, and the drink made me sleepy. I just hit
the pillow and went off to dreamland. I'm sure Dave did the same
thing.
Next morning was Saturday. Mom and dad were out at a craft
show as usual on Saturdays. Dave and I woke up late. I threw
off my underwear. Me and my morning piss hardon headed straight
for the bathroom. David, already naked, pleaded with me--he had
to pee so bad, I let him go with me. It was gonna be weird,
pissing with him--something we hadn't done since he was 5 or 6
years old.
We got to the toilet bowl at the same time. At least we were
naked and didn't have to unzip anything.
I looked at him and his little hardon. My brother's eyes
were aimed right at my bone, and in a second he started stroking
it.
"I like it," he said, giving me that same grin again.
"Yeah, you and me both." I meant that I liked my dick and
wondered if he thought I meant I liked him stroking me. It did
feel good. But I had to pee!
"It's so hard!"
Suddenly I felt like I wanted to just let him do stuff to me.
That was a weird feeling. I was always the one in control. But
I couldn't let him do this now, I had to pee or bust a gut.
"Come on, Davy! It'll never go down if you don't stop."
This brought everything to a halt, and my little bro just
stared at me, grinning. We both knew this was different--me
almost begging him not to do something.
"I don't care if it doesn't go down," he said with a smirk,
his little dick throbbing. But he took his hand off, knowing I
had to go.
While we peed, I got to thinking about my little brother's
offer of a blow job whenever I wanted. I was pretty sure he was
serious. And I didn't feel bad about what happened. I wondered
if he did. Now he had me horny.
We went back to my room to put underwear on. Soon we sat in
the kitchen, drinking orange juice.
Dave stared out the window.
"Oh, sure!" I said, "Last night you keep grabbing my dick.
Now that I'm horny, you ignore it." I gulped and wondered how
he's react to that. I couldn't help smiling.
"Ignore it? Not me," Dave said with a strange grin. He got
under the table. I wondered what he was up to.
In a few seconds, he was clawing at the fly of my briefs and
took out my dick. I smiled to myself.
"I can't ignore this," he said, licking it in all directions.
"So you really meant it?" I said, knowing he wouldn't know
what I was talking about.
"Hmm? Meant what?"
"About sucking me whenever I wanted it."
"Oh, yeah!" he said, sliding his lips over my cock. I was
getting hard, fast. "You want it now?"
"Yeah, but--I think I wanna wait a little."
"Oh, okay," he said, sounding disappointed.
Shit. There was no one I could tell about this--how cool it
felt that my brother was disappointed that I wanted to wait a
while before he sucked my dick.
"Come out from under there. Let me see you."
As Dave stood up, I looked at his bulge. He was hard. His
dick looked like it filled the front his underwear completely.
"You wanna touch it? It's really hard," he said.
I didn't say anything. I just reached out and squeezed his
hardon. I like the way he squirmed when I did that.
"Stand up straight, just like that," I said, getting up and
taking off my briefs. As much as I was having fun, I got
embarrassed taking my underwear off for little bro's benefit.
"Dang, now that's a real boner," he said.
"You like it?" As if I didn't know.
"Yeah," he said, like he was hypnotized by my cock. "You
want me to take mine off, too?"
"Sure," I said.
"Wow." Twerp was so excited, he almost fell over his briefs,
getting out of them.
This time, he didn't ask me what I thought. He looked bigger
to me than he had the day before.
"Your dick looks good, Davy. Pretty big, too. You're really
gonna suck me after breakfast?"
"Josh, I swear."
"Okay," I said, deciding to cook some potatoes and eggs. I
thought I'd give him some real food, since he was being so good
to my dick.
"You got pre-cum, Josh," he said to me as I put breakfast on
the table.
I looked down at it, thinking my cock looked sexy that way.
"Um, yeah--I do."
"I'll lick it off, for ya."
"Okay," I said, standing next to the table while David took
the tip of my dick in his mouth and sucked it. I thought it was
hot that he was on his knees.
"Okay--let's finish eating and clean up," I said, not truly
wanting him to stop, but thinking about the promise we made to
keep the kitchen clean, and maybe we would forget all about it.
After the kitchen was done, I took a shower. After, while I
lay in bed, I heard David take a shower, too.
Then he came into my room, and you could just feel it
--we were nervous, glancing at each other, not knowing how to get
things started. So I stood up. My bulge stuck out. I took off
my underwear.
"Oh, yeah," he said, all tense, his boner bouncing, getting
on his knees. He just opened his mouth and slid down slow, his
lips stopping about halfway down my dick.
I shivered and reached for a chair to steady myself. Looking
down, I could see his cute butt sticking out as he worked his
mouth up and down my shaft.
"Feels good, bro. See if you can take more."
He nodded. That made my cock throb in his mouth. Dave tried
to go another inch and started to gag. But he kept trying. It
was so sexy to see him on his knees, doing his best to take more
of my bone in his mouth and coughing when he went too far.
He was taking a lot more than when he started, and that was
good enough for me. And it felt fantastic. His tongue pressed
up against my dick, taking me closer and closer to that edge. I
had to concentrate not to come, so I could make this last. I
wondered if sucking me was making him horny.
"Stand up, Davy."
"Did I do it wrong?"
"Shit, no. That felt great."
When Dave stood up, I saw his boner all red, with precum
dripping. Yeah, he was enjoying himself, all right. Seeing him
like that made my cock jump.
I reached out and took his precum, sliding it over the head
of his dick. Man, did that make him squirm and do a little
dance. Felt cool to me, too.
"Come on," I said, grinning at him, "you got a blow job to
finish."
And, man, he went for it, too. In a few seconds I came.
"AHH! Fuck, yeah!"
This was awesome. I shot many times into my little brother's
hot mouth. He was eager for it. The more eager he looked, the
harder my cum pumped out. All this made me feel something for
him I never felt before, but I didn't know what it was. I just
knew something was good but different.
David stayed on his knees, looking up at me, finally sliding
his mouth off my cock. I missed that hot mouth already. He got
this questioning look on his face.
"That was awesome, Davy."
"Oh, man! Sounds good to hear you say that," he said with a
huge smile on his face. He grabbed his hot little bone like he
was going to jack it off with a vengeance. But the phone rang,
making the poor kid jump.
It was his best friend, Billy. David had forgotten they were
going to the movies, and it was time to leave.
"Oh, shit," I said, looking at his dick and back to his face,
knowing how bad he probably wanted to come right then.
"Oh, God," he said, leaning his head into the mattress.
David was out of breath.
"It's okay," I said, squeezing his hot bone and feeling sorry
for him. "When you get back."
"Okay," he said, suddenly smiling, "can I suck you again when
I get home?"
"Oh, yeah," I said enthusiastically, and thinking how hard it
would be not to jerk off while he was gone. What was I thinking?
I could jerk off anytime I wanted. But I didn't want to.
I thought it was brave how he got dressed in silence, said
good-bye, and left for Billy's house. Shit. David had guts.
Poor guy--I wondered if his balls hurt.
By late afternoon, I hadn't forgotten how much David needed
to come, but he hit me up first, and I was filling his mouth with
cum for the second time that day. I was really into the idea
that he was sucking me and wanted to keep doing it.
Since it was my second blow job, I thought I'd feel less this
time, but I came better than ever, amazed again that he just
swallowed my cum. And his little mouth made my dick feel so
good. My little brother knows how to suck my dick. I never
thought I'd be saying that, not even to myself.
"I never thought I'd say you make me feel good, but man, this
is the best," I said, and meaning every word.
"Mmm," he said, looking up at me, a little cum on his lips.
"You like that stuff?"
"Tastes good, Josh," he said with a grin.
"Dave, did you ever do this with anyone else?"
"No. No way."
"That's cool," I said, sounding like it didn't matter, but I
was glad I was the only one.
We talked for a while, then Dave stared at my dick all of a
sudden. I was liking the attention.
"Dang, you're still hard," little bro said, the corners of
his mouth slowly turning up.
"Yeah. Makes me horny knowing you like to suck my dick."
"Really?" he said, his voice going up. He started blushing.
"Yep. Why don't you jack off for me?"
"Yeah!"
"You need it bad?"
"Oh, God," he said, standing up, "look."
I examined his dick for the first time, putting my fingers
all over it. It was rock hard, hot, and very red, and I loved
that I was making it throb. The head of his dick looked so hot
to me. Felt good, too--so smooth. His precum danced out. Yeah,
he needed it bad. I played with his dick, loving the little jig
he did as I slid the precum up and down the head of his bone.
Suddenly his horny body bent in half.
"Ah! No fair!"
"Okay," I said, taking my hand off him, "go for it, Davy."
It was kind of fascinating watching another guy jack off,
even if he was four years younger. I decided it would be all
right to play with his balls while he stroked his meat. I think
I rubbed them for ten seconds, and he came--all over his chest,
up to his chin. He didn't come a lot, but his second stream
really had power.
"Shit, you shoot good, bro," I said, making myself blush. I
kept wanting to say we ought to quit this, but I was getting off
on it.
"Thanks, Josh." The way he said that, it sounded like he
really needed the compliment. "You come strong, too. I can feel
it in my mouth."
"Yeah, I guess you could."
His face was red, so I knew he wanted to say more, but
didn't.
Except for more painting, the rest of the weekend was a blur.
Dad announced that the whole room would need a second coat. That
meant another day or two of David sleeping with me. A couple of
days ago, that would have made me mad, but I just turned away
from dad and smiled.
I wondered what it would be like, crawling into bed horny,
with my horny brother just waiting to suck me off. I wondered if
he had the balls to just do it or would wait for me to ask.
I went to a movie with some guys from the team. When the
credits came on at the end, they wanted to go. I told them I
wanted to read the credits. I needed time for my dick to go
down. I don't know why, but I kept thinking about the coming
Monday afternoon, and asking Dave to suck my cock when I got home
from school. I wasn't sure if I'd actually ask him.
"We're going to Jake's house for some beer," my best friend
Andy said as we made our way out of the theatre.
"That's okay, I gotta get home. Big test Monday." I lied.
I wanted to go home and baby-sit my little brother's mouth--in
case it got bored having nothing to do.
Monday morning came, and we were getting dressed. I slipped
a jock on.
"Why're you doing that?" Dave asked, looking at my dick as it
disappeared inside the jock.
"'Cause of you. I don't like walking around school with a
hardon. Not usually."
"Me?"
"Well--what you're gonna do to me when I get home."
"Oh," he said, blushing, "yeah!"
I was hard on and off, all day through school. Mostly on.
And that made me blush. It was one thing when I decided to go
for it and let everyone see, but this was different.
"You're all red, Joshua," Jennifer Briller said. She had the
hots for me and always talked in her sexy voice when I was
around. "Did you get too much sun over the weekend?"
"Yeah, in the back yard." I can lie good when I have to. I
would've gone out with her a long time ago, but now she acted too
sleazy.
"You guys have such a nice pool. You should have me over
sometime for a swim."
"Great idea," I said, trying to smile and sound like I meant
it. "Hey, I gotta get home."
I couldn't get through the front door fast enough. My cock
was throbbing, ready to break out of the jock. I checked to make
sure dad or mom hadn't come home early, then went to my room.
David was there, standing next to my bed, just in his briefs,
bulging like crazy, face red--grinning as I opened the door.
"Hi," I said, suddenly lost for words. A cute little brother
with a hardon in his underwear could have strange effects on a
horny almost-18-year-old.
"Hi," he said, shy as hell, his 13-year-old boner throbbing
and bulging out like a much older boy's dick would do.
Instead of talking, we blushed at each other. It was one
thing to talk about Davy blowing me when I got home from school,
but the time had come, and it felt a little weird to me--probably
to him, too--that he had to serve me like some kind of live-in
slave, even though he agreed to it. I didn't think of him as any
kind of slave, and I didn't want anything like that for us.
But it made me *horny,* too--knowing I was coming home, and
my brother was there to service my needs. He wanted to do it. I
wanted him to do it. But it was awkward for us.
I looked at his face. We were still blushing, but I saw a
hunger in his face as he looked at the bulge in my pants--made
smaller with the jock I wore. And that look of hunger went right
to my cock.
I walked up close to him, never expecting he would just drop
to his knees. I loved that. My bone did too--I felt it throb
and I know precum spilled out just then. I hated to admit it,
but the presence of his hot little body with just briefs on,
kneeling or not kneeling, was staring to be a trigger for me. It
made me want sex like never before.
As I pulled off my shirt, David reached with shaking hands to
my belt, and started undoing my pants. He shook so much, he
didn't get very far with that, even after I had my shirt off.
I undid my pants, but he kept his hands near there. When I
let go, the pants fell to the floor, and Dave helped me step out
of them. He folded them and put them on the dresser. I thought
that was hot, watching him take care of my clothes like that.
Then his face was in my jock--inches away. He took it down
slowly--at one point, with just the shaft of my dick exposed, he
licked it, making my bone throb up so hard, it stretched the
elastic of the jock strap.
He was like a starving boy after that, yanking the thing off
me, getting it over my feet, and shoving his hot mouth over my
aching cock.
I was feeling a little guilty, but, oh yeah--I was loving the
feel of warm wet flesh sliding over my hardon. And I was getting
off on the idea of having him suck me off whenever I got home
from somewhere--especially school.
Dave surprised me--his mouth went down my bone almost all the
way. The tip of my dick was loving the tight feel of his throat.
But this was happening too fast. I was too close. I stopped
him--gently.
"Get naked," I told him.
"Okay. Why?" He started stripping as he said that.
"'Cause I wanna see your butt while you blow me."
"Oh, okay," he said, like it was the most normal thing in the
world for a 17-year-old to want to see his little brother's ass.
"Nice precum," I said when he finally got naked. I slid the
tip of my finger over his dick, the precum making a nice lube.
He did his little squirm, but I could tell my brother was
antsy. When he turned and faced his butt to me, I realized
that's what he was anxious to do. He even rubbed it, giving me a
little show. I guess David was proud of his butt.
"How is it?" he said, his high voice sounding very young.
"Looks real good."
"Really? You wanna spank it?"
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"Well--now that I know you want it, yeah, just a little." I
was happy to give his cute butt a few slaps, not as hard as when
I spank him.
Dave got all excited and bent in half again. I started to
think he got his ass confused with is dick, but then I thought,
what the hell. If his butt turns him on, why not.
So I rubbed it then, just for a few seconds. "You like
that?"
"Yeahhhh," he said, sounding all horny. "You wanna slap it
again?"
"No, I wanna fill your mouth with my cum."
"Ooo, yeah," he said, turning, dropping to his knees. He
took my bone slowly, letting me feel his lips on every inch of me
as they slid down.
When his tongue slithered across the main nerve on my cock, I
shot off. And man, did I feel this huge pulse. I could barely
breathe.
"AHHHH! Yeah, Davy!"
I came so hard, my legs got weak after I was done shooting.
I fell to my knees facing him, looking at the hot smile on his
face. I guess it matched mine. It was only for a second, but I
felt our eyes lock together, and that sent a bolt of lightning up
my spine.
Without thinking, I grabbed his butt, pulling him to me, and
kissed him on the lips. I pressed in hard, and when we
separated, he took in air, making a gasping sound.
"Fuck! I didn't mean to do that," I said, half-disgusted
with myself. Yet, in the back of my mind, I thought it was okay
to do that--and deeper back, I liked it.
"That was so hot," David said, collapsing to his back on the
floor. His little dick looked so fine, throbbing like it was
going to come off him.
"Yeah," I said, staring at the thing.
"Can I jack off on your chest?" he said, startling me.
"Sure, Davy." After what he'd done for me, why not. "You
can jerk off anywhere you want on me."
I got in bed on my back, and he ended up jacking off kneeling
between my legs, his dick right over mine.
My little brother stroked his hardon like his life depended
on it. He stared at my soft dick and pressed it up against his
bone. Damn, it was hot, compared to my wet, cooler one.
"God, that feels so good," he said.
"Yeah." Doing that, he was getting me boned up again.
"Ohhhh, OH!" David yelled, sliding himself back.
I knew why he did that when he shot his boy juice on my
balls, and lifted his cock to shoot the rest on my boner.
He kept moaning like this was the climax of his life.
When his power shot streaked across my hardon, I felt the
energy and heat of it. Nothing was as hot as seeing and feeling
his cum shoot on my cock, grazing the skin there with his warm
boy-cum, and hearing him scream out in pleasure as he came. At
the end, he moved up and held our two boners together.
"That was fucking incredible," I said, making little bro grin
like never before.
"Mmm, I can't wail till tomorrow," he said, all out of
breath.
"Fuck tomorrow, we're doing this again way before then!"
"Sounds wonderful," he said, going into a little trance. "I
really love you, Josh."
"I think I love you the same way now."
"Why--you think I'm hot?"
"Yeah," I said, suddenly embarrassed.
"Oh, God!" he said in a whisper, putting a hand to his mouth.
Dennis
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Any comments would be great!
Hope you liked it. Not sure if I should end it here and try a
new story or what. Even one email would put a smile on my face
and make it easier to write more. :-) --Dennis
MY OTHER STORIES
1. 1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17)
- last post APPROX. Nov. 4, 2005; High School
2. Getting it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story;
it's different--not brutal; ages 13 to 19)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 26, 2005; Authoritarian
3. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story;
ages 22 and 15; not a typical entry for adult-youth)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth
4. Spankin High School Club Initiation (high school ages;
some soccer action--many players are in the club)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 16, 2005; High School; Athletics
(Look in *High School* first)
5. My Son Drives Me Crazy
- last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest
LAST POST DATES good as of November 5, 2005. Actual date may be
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Thanks,
Dennis
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