Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 18:21:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 1
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
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Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
Brad, 17
Shawn, 16
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CHAPTER 1
My big brother Brad is an athlete--6 feet tall, about 180
pounds, with dark brown hair and green eyes. His pecs stand
out like two mounds of concrete. He has broad shoulders and a
well-defined six pack and other muscles that I see when he's
shirtless. Brad is slender--I think his waist size is 32,
which is small for a guy with a really big chest who plays
football. His legs look fantastic when he wears shorts.
It's not that I didn't know Brad. I look up to him and
love being his younger brother, but I didn't know about certain
ideas he had about me and my skinny little body. I'm 17 now
and Brad's 18. But I started getting to know more about him
last year when I was 16.
I was immature for 16, but I dated a little. I liked
girls and didn't have any sexual thoughts about my brother. I
just admired him and wished I could have a body like his.
Brotherly love is a strange thing, and guys without brothers
didn't understand that a big brother can make you feel good--
sometimes with just a look.
Brad is fun. I thought he was a great older brother--and
being big for his age, with me smaller, made me feel like he
was three years older instead of one. That was okay with me
because I looked up to him anyway, and the big difference in
our sizes just made him seem more protective and older. And
that was fine by me--gave me more to look up to. I looked at
him a lot. I didn't think he looked at me that much.
One night, we were both in a playful mood at dinner, and
got silly. We started getting a little too rough for dad, and
when we fell to the floor laughing and wrestling, dad sent us
to our room for the night. He didn't yell, but we had our
rules. At least we'd pretty much finished eating. Our room
had its own bathroom, and we had a stash of snack food, so that
meant we had no excuse for coming out of the room for anything.
Before long, Brad was on his bed with all his clothes on.
Pretty soon it was obvious from the sounds I was hearing that
he was jerking off. He must have just taken his dick out and
started stroking.
I turned to see him. His back was to me, so I didn't see
anything, but I couldn't believe my big brother would just
masturbate with the lights on, with me right there.
I got boned. That confused me. And I thought it was
great to watch him grab tissues and wipe off, even though I
didn't see his dick.
I felt we got closer because of that, even though we never
talked about it. It bothered me for a while, then it seemed to
me that Brad had opened a door somehow--as if by doing that,
he'd said, 'Okay, we're brothers, and we can share private
stuff together.' That made me bone up even more--I still
didn't know why--and I had to go to the bathroom to take care
of my hardon. I gave it a good workout. But I didn't think of
Brad as sexual. I just felt good about him. I thought of
*myself* as sexual, and loved to jerk off.
I'm not really skinny, but I was pretty small for 16--a
late bloomer--5 foot 5, 120 pounds. I have brown eyes and
light brown hair. The rest of my body is mostly hairless
except for a little bush, some hair under my arms, and a little
fuzz on my legs below the knee.
I thought I was sorta cute--other people thought so, too.
I had nice small muscles and a budding four-pack, but Brad was
a hunk. A stud. And he had the looks over me by a mile. My
dick was almost six inches when it was hard. Brad's looked
like it was almost that, soft.
I don't get to see Brad hard, but I see him soft--when we
pee together. We don't ever plan to do that, but Brad drinks
tons of water and has to pee a lot--sometimes when I'm in there
taking a leak, or just washing. I guess athletes just do that.
And Brad *is* protective of me. He's a cool big brother,
and I'd always thought he looked good, but as time went by, I
started to think he was hot-looking. I just can't tell him
that. He's never really hurt me, but I'm pretty sure that
would change if I told him my secret thoughts about him and his
studly body, not to mention his handsome, manly face.
I wasn't sure then what those thoughts were. They were
more feelings of excitement when I looked at him, or when he
wrestled or tickled me. I'd yell and tell him to stop, but I
loved it.
Brad is the quarterback for our high-school football team,
plus he always has a girlfriend--sometimes two. He dates a
lot. New girls call him all the time. I can always tell when
that happens because he gets on his back with the phone to his
ear and touches his dick through his clothes. I don't get to
stay in the room when he gets those phone calls, but once I
could tell he was hard from the bulge in his shorts.
I'm not into sports, but I work out a little and go to his
games and love watching him play. Sometimes I get hard
thinking about what it's like in the shower room after a game,
and if any of the guys get hard in the locker room or shower.
At home, Brad is always wrestling me or trying to pin me
down and pull my arms behind my back. That was his favorite
thing. He wasn't a wrestler and neither am I, but I guess he
enjoyed the power play--he always had me at his mercy when he
did that.
One Saturday night, Brad had a date, and was all excited
because it was his first date since he'd broken up with his
girlfriend.
I was in the bathroom jerking off thinking of Brad having
sex with this girl, and wondering how it would feel if *I* was
having sex with her instead. I was sure my session wouldn't be
interrupted, because it would be a few hours before big brother
had to get a shower and get ready to go out. I knew her name
was Jennifer, and Brad thought she was really special.
In the middle of a great jack-off, there was a bang on the
bathroom door. Who could it be but Brad?
"Hurry up, runtface, I gotta pee!"
I didn't say anything. That was the wrong thing to do.
Brad just walked in--at the exact moment I was getting to the
good part. I was speechless. I felt the heat rush to my face,
and stared at him.
"Fuck! You don't have to hide to do THAT! I got
important business in here, twerp."
There I was, dick in hand, giving my big brother a perfect
side view of me in heat, masturbating at top speed. I thought
that was *very* important business.
I couldn't stop right away--not until it sank in that Brad
was really there, looking right at me. I guess my brain slows
down when I'm horny and ready to come. But he *was* staring at
my dick with a serious look.
To me, he seemed shocked, not because I was beating off--
but in my mind it was his way of saying I had a good one, maybe
bigger than he expected. Brad's approval was something I
always craved, even though he gave me lots of it.
"Don't just freeze, Shawn. Come, or do *something.*"
"I can't come NOW!" I said, dying of embarrassment. How
could he just come out and *say* that?
"Looks like you can from HERE," Brad said with a grin.
The moment was ruined. Nothing like getting busted by
your brother while he looks at your hardon with precum on it.
My face felt like it was boiling. But he *had* called me by
name. That made me freeze, too. Brad only did that when he
was being totally serious or being extra-nice to me.
I was glad I had my hand wrapped around my boner, because
it throbbed when he said my name--and I was glad he didn't see.
"Get away from the toilet bowl. Shit, I gotta pee!"
So I watched him while I pulled up my underwear and
shorts. I decided that since he'd barged in on me, I could
stare and get a good look at his dick--it was only fair. I
still gulped, though, and I didn't know why I was so curious
about his body.
At first, I thought Brad didn't notice me looking, but all
of a sudden he turns his head to look at me and gives me this
cute grin.
"It's okay to look, little bro," he said, his energy
oozing out, filling the room and making my dick bounce. "I
know I got a nice one. If you'd eat right and go out for
football, yours'll be this big next year."
"I'm too small for football," I said--my usual excuse.
"No, shithead, you just THINK you are."
"Yeah, sure."
"Look, Shawn--if you'd eat what I tell ya and work out
with me, you'll get bigger. I'll help you."
I started to wonder *where* he meant I'd get bigger, but
that was just daydreaming. I knew he meant my muscles. And
he'd done it again--used my name. And he said he'd help me. I
couldn't ignore that.
"Okay, I'll try it," I said. "I'm just not sure about
football."
"DAMN! You're gonna try my diet and work out with me?"
Brad got all excited. He was loud and sounded so
surprised. That made me intimidated and I thought maybe I'd
said something wrong. I got that reaction to him a lot.
"Well . . . yeah," I said.
I thought he looked cool shaking his cock and putting it
back in his boxers. Brad wore boxers and boxerbriefs. I wore
briefs, but I loved my big brother's tight boxerbriefs.
"Fuckin A! Whooooo!" he said, picking me up and shouting.
"It's about fucking time! You're not just shittin me?"
"No! No, I swear, Brad," I said as he put me down.
He smiled big time and saw the bulge in my shorts.
"About drilled a hole in me, little fucker," he said with
the weirdest grin as he put his hand to his stomach, pretending
my dick had hurt him. "You gonna do something about that?" He
pointed to my little tent.
When I was boned, Brad said that to me a lot--just to
embarrass me--and it worked every time.
"I don't know," I said, wishing I could hide the color in
my face.
"Yeah, right!" he said. "If you don't know, you want me
to tell you?"
"No," I said, my face getting hotter.
Then I left him alone in the bathroom and went to my bed
to do one of my favorite things. I had silky, slippery gym
shorts on. I took my dick out of my underwear so I could rub
the slippery cloth against my bone while I lay back in bed--
when Brad wasn't watching.
Brad came into the room and booted up the computer.
"Fuckin English paper! I'd tell that jerk to kiss my butt
if I didn't need the friggin grade," Brad said as he sat at the
computer. "This sucks."
We'd been trained to make good use of our spare time, so I
wasn't surprised Brad was working on a paper. *I* was the
smart one, and sometimes Brad would ask for my help. I liked
that. I just waited, wondering if thoughts of his date were
creeping into his mind.
~~~
With Brad's back to me, I had plenty of time to nurse my
boner and stay all tingly until he left for his date. I
thought about maybe getting on the football team and all those
naked guys in the shower.
But he got up to stretch, and had a good look.
"Horny little fucker," Brad said, laughing.
The phone interrupted my train of thought. It didn't take
long for me to hear the let-down in his voice. Soon enough,
the anger came through.
"Fuckin cancels and leaves me hangin. Women!"
I expected him to start pounding the desk and cursing like
he usually does when he gets really disappointed, but Brad was
quiet. Quiet was not good. That meant it hit him hard.
"I'm sorry for you, Brad," I said gently, hoping for the
best. I wanted to be able to make him feel better when things
like this happened, but I never could.
He was still hard when he got up and came toward me.
"Get naked!" he bellowed.
"WHAT?"
"You heard me." He was really angry. "I'm horny and I
gotta jerk off. And I ain't doin it alone. Now strip!" Brad
said as he pulled his shorts off. "I see you still got that
bone! Come on, get naked."
Why didn't he want to jerk off alone?
"I don't . . . think I should, um--"
"Either that or leave," he said. I could tell he was
down, but I was heading for the door. I thought about it. I
felt like a coward. I *was* horny. And I felt bad about
Jennifer dissing him.
"Okay," I said, pulling off my shirt, "I guess I will."
I'd said that, but was blushing like crazy. I was
nervous, too. Then I figured on our separate beds, we wouldn't
see much of each other, and that made it okay for me. By this
time, Brad was naked except for his shirt.
"Oh."
"What?" he said, giving me a strange look.
"You're huge," The words just slipped out. Now, he knew
for sure I was looking at his cock. It was the first time I
saw him hard.
"Yeah, so?"
"It's . . . just big, I guess," I said, deflated. I
couldn't believe he was so casual about the size of his cock.
I thought it was beautiful. So I blushed and just shrugged.
I was hesitant stripping, but I did it and got on my bed.
I held my dick at the base, trying to guess how long it was.
"Not a bad size, twerp," Brad said, grinning again.
Shit! He was looking right at my dick. At least he gave
me a compliment.
He took off his shirt and I got to see his hunky chest.
That made me even more self-conscious. My bone was as hard as
could be. He walked toward me.
"Brad--don't look."
"Don't look?" he said, laughing. "Okay, Shawn--I'll cover
my eyes."
Now his legs were right up against my mattress. His hot
green eyes got to me. But a big-brother hardon, two feet away
and pointing right at you, is pretty scary.
"I thought you were gonna cover your eyes." Even though
he was hard, I didn't want him seeing *me* hard.
"Fuck," he said with a familiar grin. My heart pounded in
fear. I saw his hands were behind his back, but too late.
In a second, he grabbed my wrists, put them behind my
back, and handcuffed me. They were just toy handcuffs, but
they worked. This was totally new. We never played tie-up
games or did anything like this before.
"Ow! Ow! That hurts!"
"Well, quit strugglin."
"NO! I mean they're too tight! What'd you do that for?"
"Ha-ha! Okay. I'll get some rope. That won't hurt."
"No--just let me loose."
"YOU? LOOSE? That could be dangerous."
I was petrified, but I loved his little grin.
Then I thought this might be a fun game he wants to play--
maybe it would distract him from losing out on a date. So I
lay there and waited.
Brad was fast. Once he'd found some rope, he had it
around my wrists and the cuffs off in a few seconds. I decided
he was already mad, so I didn't complain anymore. I looked up
at him, giving him my best pitiful look. My dick throbbed like
never before.
"Aw. Poor baby wants to come," he said in his most
irritating teasing voice. I was never so scared and
embarrassed in my life. Still, I had a feeling of adventure
that mixed in and excited me.
"Brad--untie it. I NEED to come."
"NOW you know how *I* feel! Shit! I was all set to--"
He just stopped. Then, for the first time in a long time,
Brad blushed. I moved right in.
"It's Jennifer, right?" I said, teasing him.
"Yeah," he said, annoyed.
"Does she make you all tingly?"
"Shut up, Shawn."
"Were you ALL SET to have sex with her?" I was really
laying it on thick.
"SHUT UP!"
I loved getting this reaction from him.
Brad turned away from me. I was sure he was blushing bad.
At least he wasn't seeing my bone anymore.
Then it was payback time. Brad got the lube from under
his mattress, turned and made sure I saw him spreading it on
his cock. I about died and swallowed a hundred times when he
started jerking off, right in front of me. I squirmed,
desperate to do the same, but my hands were tied behind my
back. I think he knew his little show would get to me.
I don't care what anybody says, when you see a guy
stroking his cock, no matter who it is, it makes you horny as
hell. Why was he doing this? Why did he tie my hands? My
hardon throbbed so much, it vibrated.
I stared at him. 'How could he do that--beat his meat
practically in my face?' This was too weird.
Just as I thought that, Brad got embarrassed and turned
away.
He got in his bed and I had to watch while his hand made
love to his long thick pole. Well, I didn't have to but it was
fun to do. The more he stroked, the more my bone needed help.
"Come on, Brad, I really gotta come!"
"Yeah? How bad?" he said, getting out of bed and coming
toward me.
"Big-time bad!" I said, feeling a nervous lump in my
throat as hard as the one between my legs. I wasn't used to
talking like this with my big brother, much less seeing him
naked with a hardon and masturbating in front of me.
"But you can't. Your hands are tied--for real." And he
laughed--not making fun, just a weird laugh that I liked.
"Please, Brad?"
My cock was pounding so hard, he noticed. Then he smiled.
"What's it worth to ya?"
"Huh?"
"What will you do for me to get your hands free so you can
shoot your load, Shawn?" he said as he walked over to me.
"Um--I don't know." I was really scared. "I guess I'll
just wait."
"Wait for what?"
"This is embarrassing."
It got more embarrassing when he sat on my bed, staring at
my dick. I thought I'd choke when he pulled my hand away and
grabbed my hardon at the base.
"I'M not embarrassed," he said, looking me right in the
eye and grinning. "How long can you wait, boy." He never
called me 'boy' before, and my heart jumped. I wasn't sure
what to think.
I screamed when he ran his finger under my cock, making it
bounce really bad. He had me so excited, I kicked my legs.
"You better watch that," he said, holding one of my
ankles. "I might have to tie your feet down--BOY!"
"No, please," I said, my throat tight. But I loved his
smile. And I had no clue why being called 'boy' made me so
excited. I wasn't getting any of this and started to think I
was weird. It didn't occur to me that Brad was acting weird.
I just didn't understand.
Brad was giving me shivers now. I was still way
uncomfortable being naked and boned in front of him.
"That's a nice hot rod you got there, boy. Would you do
this, for me--to get your hands free?" he said, rubbing my pole
again with his finger.
"I--I guess." I was shaking now. He wanted me to touch
his dick?
"You guess? Come on, Shawn!"
I could not believe this was *my* big brother talking.
And he wasn't messing around--he called me by name.
"Okay--I will!" I said, really needing to come, and very
confused about my brother. I wanted that rope off my wrists,
SO bad. Then I saw I had pre-cum.
"Hmmm," Brad said, staring at my bone and moving it
around. "Maybe you need time to think about it, Shawn."
"No! Really, I'll do it. It's fine!"
"Maybe--" he said, looking at the bead of pre-cum, "maybe
it would be more fun if you did THIS for me."
Brad bent down and slurped his tongue on head of my dick.
"AH!" I screamed in pleasure and shock. "Oh, God! You
licked my cock!"
"So what. I'm horny. I want that done on my bone."
"Oh, man."
"THIS would be even better," Brad said, sliding his lips
halfway down my desperate hard meat. "Would you do that?"
"Holy shit!" My heart pounded.
"Well, maybe if I left you tied up till morning, you'll do
that for me."
I thought the tip of my dick would blow right off. I went
nuts. There was no way I could wait any longer.
"No. I mean, YES! Okay!" I was trapped. If I tried to
go back on my word, he was strong enough to force me.
"Okay," he said so softly, I could hardly hear him. I
think my answer surprised him.
He untied me. It felt so good to have my hands free.
"So--what do I do now?" I said in a shaky voice.
"I don't know," he said, his face dropping. Something was
different now. Brad hugged me suddenly.
It was the first time I'd had a naked hug.
His face was at my chest, and his breaths tickled me. His
body jerked, and for a second I thought he was crying. I
looked at my hands--they were on his back. I didn't remember
putting them there.
When Brad's hands slid under my back, I thought he was
getting ready to tickle me.
"I'm scared," I said, "but I'll do it."
"You don't have to do it," he said, his head moving down
my body, "I'm the one that wanted--"
That's all Brad said before he sucked my bone into his hot
mouth. I didn't know anything could feel so warm on my dick--
or so good. My mind focused on the good feelings. I had
forgotten I was getting my first blow job and who was giving it
to me. It was just my hungry cock getting satisfied.
"Mmmm!" Brad said, grabbing my butt and pressing me
tighter into him.
Now I realized this is what he'd wanted, and I began to
understand a lot of little hints he'd dropped that I'd missed.
"Oh, Brad."
That was when my attention went from my cock to my
brother. He *wanted* to blow me!
And *that* almost set me off. My sexy big brother, the
quarterback, sucking my dick. It was almost too hot to
imagine, and I was going to come any second. Then I admitted
to myself that Brad was the stud of my dreams--that all my
excitement and admiration for him had sex attached to it.
I went numb. It took a while for it to sink in that *I*
was the quarterback's brother and he really wanted my dick in
his mouth.
"Stop before I come," I said in a commanding voice that
surprised me.
"Why?" he said, making my dick cold with his mouth off it.
"I wanna suck you so bad."
I saw his smile--he looked surprised, but he was grinning
as he got up and stood, pulling me off the bed to my knees.
Not that I didn't want to go there, but he guided me firmly.
He wanted me there. And I had his beautiful big cock in front
of my face--and I wanted it there.
"Yeah, little bro," he said tenderly in a soft, husky
voice. I thought you might want that. Suck me. Then I'll
make you come like a rocket."
Oh my God! My brother telling me he practically KNEW I
wanted this?! And he's going to blow me?
"Brad . . . I--I never did it before."
"Same here."
The moment I had the head of my big brother's manhood in
my mouth and I heard his sigh of pleasure, I was in love with
it. I knew I was going to love doing this to him.
I don't know where I got the nerve, or why I felt so good
about it, but I loved every stroke I gave him, and knew I was
addicted to the feel of his pole, its throbs, and the little
moans he made as I kept making love to his cock with my mouth.
"Mmmm," I said, unable to contain myself. That made my
tongue vibrate and I wondered if it did the same to his dick.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
I wanted his big penis to shoot in my mouth. Actually, I
didn't think about it at the time, I just kept sucking and
waiting for Brad's man-seed. I had my hands on his thighs and
could feel the muscles contracting in a fantastic rhythm.
His body vibrated and his moans got louder. He bucked
with incredible strength, and it was hard to keep up with his
movements, but I kept my mouth on him.
"God!" he screamed as the first blast of his hot man-stuff
shot out.
I wasn't ready for the force of it or how fast it came.
More shot out so quickly. But I was determined to get it all.
He was thicker now, each throb seemed to make his dick
grow. And I swallowed so many times, loving the hot feel and
taste as he filled me with himself.
I moaned again on his cock, and he screamed with two more
giant eruptions before he leaned over, holding my shoulders for
support. It was the first time I remembered any weakness in
Brad, and the first time I was the one to hold him up.
I loved the sound of him breathing so hard. It made me
feel important--like *I* did this to him.
I helped him to the bed.
"Shawn--bro that . . . shit--so good, man."
"Oh, yeah," I said, giggling. I didn't really know what
to say to him.
"I'll suck you back . . . just give me a minute."
That made me happy, but I couldn't stop giggling. He was
almost apologizing that he wasn't sucking me off right then.
"It's okay," I said, grabbing my hungry bone and stroking
it. This took Brad out of his spell.
He jumped up suddenly and grabbed my hand.
"No you don't!" he said forcefully. "This is what I've
been waiting for."
My power over him ended--Brad was in control. He scared
me a little, but I felt his protection again. He's been
waiting to put my dick in his mouth? Maybe I'm dreaming.
I never expected him to suck my balls and kiss them. That
made my whole body throb.
"AH!" I said, desperate as ever to come.
Somehow, he knew what my shout meant, and took my cock
whole into his mouth.
"Brad--AWWRRGHHH!"
And I came, I don't know how many shots into him, loving
him slurping and gurgling as he fought to swallow me. He kept
shoving his mouth deeper on my pulsating rod, until he had all
my boy-seed. I could hardly breathe.
Now Brad was awake and *I* was the one in a spell.
"Holy shit--what we just did!" he said.
"Yeah . . . we were naughty," I said between breaths, my
glib answer hiding the shock of it all. But even though I was
nervous, I knew what we did was okay. It felt too good to be
something you could just forget about.
"Naughty but nice," he said, a warm smile on his face.
"Can I be naughty with your dick again?"
"Mmm--if you're good," he said coyly, blushing a nice
shade of pink.
"I'll be good--I promise!"
"Oh, yeah?" he said, getting close to me.
"Yeah," I said, finally relaxing and feeling good with us
naked, and Brad practically on top of me.
I got lightheaded when he kissed me--a quick peck at
first, then he got over his shyness and kissed me hard, with
such passion, his breaths went deep and ragged. His body
heated up fast, and he squirmed against me.
That must be contagious, because I had the same reaction,
and almost came in his pubes, which rubbed softly against my
dick.
We stayed that way, not moving for a long time. Sometimes
Brad would lean in and kiss me again. At other times, I got
brave and kissed *him.*
"Fuck, you're still hard," he said, getting up when my
cock bounced up into his abs.
"Um, ME? Take a look at YOU!"
* * * * *
That's how it started, almost a year ago. Brad had been
in love with me and I hadn't known. It took me a while to
realize that, and it fell on me like a warm blanket.
I think he sensed the moment I felt his love.
"Hey, Shawn?" he said, looking up at me after a kiss.
Using my name always got my full attention.
"Yeah?" I couldn't help grinning.
Brad looked embarrassed, and that puzzled me. He put his
lips to my neck and licked gently, his breaths giving me goose-
bumps.
"I want you to know something," he said so softly. "I
love you."
"Grrff." I was thrilled. My throat tightened so much, I
couldn't talk. So I hugged him tighter than ever before, and
started heating up fast.
"Mmmm. Yeah, little bro--bone up for me. I love when you
get hot like that."
* * * * *
When it was obvious we were always there for each other
sexually, both wanting the other, never saying no, it started
to happen. Slowly, I fell in love with Brad. I made him very
happy when I finally told him. I never saw him so taken with
emotion, and it was the first time I saw my big brother cry.
I found out my thrill was even better when I let him do
sex *his* way. Eventually, he didn't have to say anything.
The look in his eye when he unbuttoned his shirt or unbuckled
his belt was enough to trigger in me the response he wanted.
It felt good that Brad was dominating and possessive. I
even felt a tingle when he would tell me he got mad when he saw
another boy looking at me with lust in his eyes.
Passing Brad in the hallways at school was never the same
again. I'd always blush and remember the things we did in bed,
and how he'd make me feel so good, wanting me, grabbing me,
totally hungry for my cock and sucking me. And I could 'see'
him naked--feel his hard manhood that I sucked and wanted.
We got into role-playing different scenes, and I enjoyed
that. But mostly, we loved each other, and enjoyed having sex
whenever we wanted.
Brad still had a few dates, but those tapered off. He
never had sex with a girl. He would come home very horny from
those dates.
Those were the times he would pretend I was a boy he found
somewhere, and he'd play-act that he was forcing me. He'd
strip, then take my clothes off.
And I'd pretend to protest and resist him. Then, he would
overcome me, and I would suck his beautiful cock. Whenever we
did that, he came so hard! Sometimes, he'd tie me up to make
it more realistic. But not often--that was special to us. I'm
sure no one else would understand, but we both got off on that,
big time. I never got so horny sucking him as I did then.
And I loved his athletic body over mine after I'd
swallowed his maleness--Brad bringing his head to my aching
bone, and sucking me while my hands were tied; loved being the
'stranger,' being the boy who was 'forced' to take dick down
his throat suddenly getting sucked off by his 'attacker' in an
erotic turnover.
But mostly I loved lying in bed, zoning out when I got
home from school, and Brad coming home, standing over me,
dropping his pants, or just unzipping and taking his dick out.
I knew what to do with it. Afterward, there were times he
would tease me, not letting me come for hours, until I had blue
balls and told him I couldn't wait anymore. I think the more
desperate I was to come, the better he liked sucking me off.
And if I really didn't want to wait, he took care of my
urges right away.
I worked hard with Brad's diet, and worked out with him
like I'd promised. I thought those workouts would kill me, but
Brad kept me in line. And my body never looked so good. My
pecs and abs and legs were miniature versions of my big
brother's. Then, he taught me everything about football. I
didn't know it was so complicated. There was a lot of thinking
involved, and that made me stick with it.
I was the intellectual one. Brad was . . . a jock. And a
really good one.
Finally, I made the football team, and Brad was never so
proud of me. And I boned up in the showers--every time. At
first the guys teased me. One guy got a little nasty.
I could see Brad's fists forming, but he held back. We'd
talked about how to handle this, and he'd told me what to say
if this ever happened.
"What are you so fuckin boned up about all the time?" the
guy said, looking right at me. There was anger in his eyes.
"I'm horny. Why--you forgot what it was like when *you*
were sixteen--you wanna watch me jack off?"
The guy blushed, didn't say another word, and stormed out
of the shower room. It was the end of the teasing. After
that, the guys seemed to accept my boners.
But it was hot to see how we all took sneak peeks at each
other's dicks. Anyone who says guys don't do that must hang
with a really weird bunch of guys.
Brad and I pretty much hid it, but we cheered for each
other when we made good plays. And in the showers, someone
would always bring up the best plays of the game, and I always
blushed if it was me or Brad that made any of them. They
always talked about the bad plays, too, but I tried not to let
that bother me. It was normal after-game talk, and we all had
to let off steam.
Brad's lack of academics caught up with him.
He found out he'd have to repeat senior year, and he came
home really pissed. I was in our room, lying on the bed
staring at the ceiling. I could tell from the way he opened
the bedroom door, something was wrong.
"Take 'em down!" he said in his bossy tone. Just saying
it that way put a knot in my stomach.
"Come on, Brad--you just got home."
"I'm horny!"
"I can tell."
"And I'm pissed and I'm gonna fuck your little ass."
"I can tell that too," I said. That was a lie. We'd
never had anal sex.
"Well, get naked, Shawn!"
That command never failed to make me blush. I could feel
it in my face. Brad was taking his clothes off.
"Okay--I'm getting naked," I said, "but um--"
"But um, what?"
"We shouldn't rush this."
"Shit. Just like that--you'd let me do that to ya?"
"Well--maybe," I said, blushing like mad. "Why--you
weren't serious?"
"No."
"Don't you want to do it?"
"Well, yeah," he said with a blush.
"I wanted you to do this for a while."
"Shit!" he said, totally shocked. "We better wait."
"No!" I said. "We've talked about it."
"Talking about it ain't the same as taking THIS up your
butt," Brad said, shaking his big dick at me.
"I think my butt would like it," I said with a grin.
"I think you'd scream your fuckin guts out."
"Not if I stretch myself real good."
"Huh?" he said, looking cute with his baffled expression.
"I'll take care of it. Tommy Peddington owes me one."
"You messed around with him?"
"No! I never--"
"And I never either."
"He told me he was gay and I promised to keep his secret."
"Shit! He's gay?"
Tommy had a dildo he showed me when I was at his house.
We also compared dicks very innocently, but Brad didn't need to
know that.
I got dressed, ready to head out.
"I'll be right back."
"Well, don't take too long, dickhead."
Tommy was just a block away, and he didn't ask questions
when I said I needed to borrow his dildo. He did have the hots
for me, and told me that a long time ago, so he kissed me on
the cheek, making me blush. But Tommy was a cool kid, and
never pushed anything with me. I almost felt bad that I wasn't
letting him have sex with me, but I could never do that to
Brad.
When I got back home, I showed Brad the dildo.
"Fuck! That's about as big as me," he said.
"Not exactly," I said, grabbing his bone through his
pants. "You're a lot bigger. Trust me."
"Trust me," he said, "I really wanna make love to your hot
butt. Actually, I'm gonna shove my cock up your ass and fuck
your brains out. So hurry, BOY!"
That little speech, plus when he said, 'boy,' got my dick
so hard! I guess he did some thinking while I was gone. I
couldn't wait.
Dennis B.
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Or whatever. :-) --Dennis
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DENNIS B. - STORY LIST AS OF 18 FEBRUARY 2006
1. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post Feb. 3, 2006.
THERE ARE 11 OTHER STORIES - I hope you read most of them and
let me know what you think :-)
2. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
High School.
3. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
Adult-Youth.
4. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
Adult-Youth.
5. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
Incest.
6. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 14, 2006.
Incest.
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Newest story.
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
Incest.
8. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
Incest.
9. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
10. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 31, 2005.
Authoritarian.
11. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
Authoritarian.
12. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Big bro has eyes for little bro; Ages 16 to 18)
- Last post APPROX Feb. 18, 2006.
LAST POST DATES good as of Feb. 18, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
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