Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 19:23:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Little Brother - Chapter 6

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Hot Little Brother
Chapter 6 - Football Practice; Locker Room and Bedtime Fun
by Steve Storyman
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
Copyright 2004 Steve Storyman
December 30, 2004

DISCLAIMER:  This story is for adults only.  If it is not legal
for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age
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story.  Other standard disclaimers apply.
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Kevin Matthew Tanner, 18
Joshua Adam Tanner, 16


"Holy shit, Joshy!"

I heard my little brother take a breath, so I knew he was back
down from his climax, and ready to talk.

"I can't believe I . . . I can't believe I just fucked you, Kevin
Matthew Tanner," Josh said, sounding sexual, looking sexual,
lying there, propped on his elbow.  Now it's all three names he's
using.  Cute, I thought.

We continued talking, with my brother playing with my cock the
whole time.  His fingers felt good there.

"As you would say, Joshy--it was totally awesome.  You didn't
just fuck me, you made love to me.  You were so . . . tender, so
beautiful.  And what our eyes did!  It shows you knew what you
were doing, not like me--"

"No, Kevin, no.  Don't remind me of them," he said, meaning the
girls he'd had.  "I didn't think of it that way.  I just did what
came naturally with you."

"It's okay, Joshy.  I never thought anything could feel so good!
You were the total lover.  You made love to me so--"

"You made love back.  I felt it."

"This better not be a fuckin dream, or I'll whip your ass."  I
would never do that, but I made my point.  We both grinned.
"I love you, Joshua Adam Tanner."

After a hard day's practice, and so much good sex, we dropped off
to sleep suddenly.  I remembered nothing until morning.

"Good morning, lover," I said to a sleepy but smiling little
brother.

"Mmm, I love you, Kevin."  Josh just grinned.  Then he leaned in.
His kiss sent my cock and my heart soaring.  With all the pillows
surrounding us, I barely heard the phone ring.

"Shit.  Who'd be calling this early?"

It was Tom Carlson, the football player that had wished us luck
in the locker room yesterday.  I couldn't believe my ears.

"What?  TODAY?  What the f--"

My little brother's radar kicked in.  Josh stirred and came to my
side, sensing I was upset.  It seemed natural that he did this,
but as it sank in, I realized he'd never acted this way before.

"Okay, okay.  See you at noon."  I hung up.

"Kevin, what's wrong?"

"We gotta be on the field in four hours."  It was eight-o'clock
in the morning.

"You're kidding?  But--it's Saturday.  You said--"

"Tom told me Coach thought we looked bad yesterday.  He called a
special practice.  Fuck."

"That was Tom?  Cool."  Josh liked Tom.

"Yeah, that was Tom," I said, feeling defeated after planning a
day of lovemaking with the boy I loved, the brother I had always
loved.  I knew he'd be even more disappointed than I was.

"Shit!  Our uniforms!  They'll stink," Josh said in a panic.

We always had to wash our own uniforms.

"Oh, well, a little smell wont hurt us."

"God, I hate that!"

My brother, the immaculate.  God forbid he had a little body
odor.  He washed his uniform with double the detergent.  He's the
only kid who smelled like Tide all through a game, I remembered
from his Junior Varsity days.

"It'll be okay, Josh.  Think of it as training--discipline"

"Now you sound like dad."

"Okay, chill, Joshy.  Wait--shit, what are you talking about--we
got time to wash 'em."

"Yeah, if you wanna go over to school to get them."

"You didn't bring them home?" I asked, hoping my rough tone
wouldn't upset Josh too much.

"No."

"We can't get them.  School's locked up until hour before
practice.  Come on, Joshy--you're tough.  Let's have breakfast."

"Oh, man.  Smelly uniforms.  No sex!"

"Huh?" I said, seeing little bro's bone.

"See?" he said, thrusting his hips out.

"Damn, look at you.  I'm sorry, bro," I said, feeling more like I
was talking to his dick than his face.  That would be funny,
apologizing to a guy's cock.  "You want me to kiss it and make it
better?"

"No, that's okay.  I wanted to have sex now."

"Hey, we'll be even hornier after our showers with the guys."

"I just wanna shower with you," Josh said, but he knew I was
right.

"Come on, Josh, you sound eight years old."

"How 'bout we shower now?"

"Okay, baby bro.  You twisted my arm," I said, giving little
brother my best smile.

"No, sex--oh, man," Josh repeated, his voice trailing off like it
was the end of the world.

"Come on, Josh--think of the glory of football."

"Can't you just lick it?" he said, shaking his cock at me,
grinning like a little boy.  "It'll give me something to think
about during practice."

"Yeah, and that's exactly what you DON'T need--a distraction."

"Okay, okay.  Let's go shower."

It was hard, not touching each other after the closeness we'd
shared, so few hours ago, especially with little brother giving
me sensual, forlorn looks, while licking his lips.  His whole
body exuded sex, but now his eyes were flashing with adolescent
hunger.  My cock responded quickly.

"Ohh!  I made my big brother hard," he said, smiling proudly.

"Yeah!  And speakin' of hard . . . "

Josh looked down at his dick like he was hypnotized by it.

My bother was break-off hard.  I'd seen a few bones before,
showering with the team, but Josh's dick was the hardest,
hungriest-looking cock I'd ever seen.  Steel hard, red, pointing
straight up.  If he came, standing like that, he'd shoot right in
his mouth.

"Oops," Josh said, blushing cutely, "Well--how could I help
getting hard?  I'm looking at you!"

"Yeah, but I'm not hot like you are, Joshy."

"Kev--you're hotter."

"Okay, you just keep thinking that.  There isn't a guy in our
school that can match you for looks--AND body.  And I don't mean
beefed and bulked, either."

My little brother's hand went to his dick.  "Can't we just--"

"No.  Don't even say it.  No jerking off, no nothin.'  We gotta
be sharp for coach today."

I knew this uniform and sex business was bothering Josh more than
it should.  Driving to school, he was too quiet.

"It's okay, Josh.  You gotta get your energy up, man.  Think of
me sucking you.  No!  Don't think of that.  Think of Tony DeGario
running after you, getting ready to tackle you."  Tony was our
biggest, best tackle, and eventually Josh and Tony would be on
opposite squads.  When you had the ball, you just ran faster if
Tony was after you.

"God--it smells really bad in HERE!" Josh said, entering the
locker room.

We were early, and just a few of the guys were here.  So I hated
to think how much he might complain if all the guys were here,
dressing.

About the time we got naked, Tom Carlson came in, carrying what
looked to be a freshly-washed practice uniform.  Tom set his
things down next to his locker, and walked over to me and Josh,
while he stripped.

"Hey--this is different.  Oughtta be fun huh?" Tom said, smiling
happily at me and my brother.

'Different?'  Yeah a surprise practice on Saturday was way
different.

Tom wasn't the best player, but he loved practice.  He beamed his
happy face at us.  Our glum faces stared back at him.

"Hey, what's wrong, guys?"

"Well, when you get interrup--" Josh said, stopping, and blushing
suddenly.

"We had plans," I said, cutting off Josh's near-fatal revelation.
Had my brother finished his sentence, there would have been a
whole lot of explaining to do.

Josh grinned to cover up his mistake, but I knew he felt better
now.  My little brother's grins are catching, and soon we both
smiled.

"Hey, that's better," I said, relieved that Josh was coming out
of his funk.

"Yeah, much better," Tom said, still looking at us.  "You guys
look great.  I can't wait to see what you do out on the field."

"Thanks, man," I said.  Tom was on the bench a lot, but when he
played, he played with his heart.

By this time, the three of us were naked--too busy talking and
joking to get dressed.  Soon, I noticed Josh had boned up a
little, staring at Tom.  Tom was a thin, hot-looking junior,
almost skinny.

I threw Josh's uniform at him.

"Ew!  Oh God!" Josh said, wrinkling his nose as he held up his
uniform--so far away from his body you'd think the thing was
going to go off, or attack him.

"Come on, it's YOUR sweat," I whispered to my brother, "just put
it on."

"Josh, you got a great build," Tom said, as he went to his
locker.

"Thanks, Tom.  You, too," Josh said, blushing.

Tom was nice, but Josh had the great build.  Josh was tight and
slender, but not quite skinny.  His chest was just wide enough
that you knew he'd be a hell of a hunk in a few years.

"Give your brother some good workouts," Tom said, "Show him how
it's done."

Now, *I* was blushing.  If Tom only knew.  Besides, Josh had
shown ME how it was done.  I could still feel his cock in my ass,
all hot and pulsating.

"Yup, sure will, Tom."

At this point, Josh had his back to Tom.  Tom winked at me and
ran over, slapping my brother on the butt.

SMACK.

"OW!"

"That's for good luck," Tom said, blushing and running back to
his locker.

"You meathead!" Josh said with his happy-but-embarrassed, grin.

"Hell--you liked it!" Tom shot back.

It's a good thing no one else was in this particular row of
lockers--that is, until Matt Tippleton walked in--a good-looking
senior--smart, cute, and built.

Matt was fully dressed.

At that moment, I was standing in front of Josh, blocking Matt's
view of him--my brother and I still naked as Matt greeted me.

"Hey, Tanner," Matt said, "gonna play in the nude?"

A lot of the guys took the habit from coach and called each other
by last name.  I took a few steps away from Josh to get to my
stuff, leaving Matt and Josh suddenly facing each other.

"Quite studly, Tanner two," Matt said, looking at my little
brother.  "Didn't realize you had such a build."

'Yeah, you should see him with his clothes off more often,' I
thought--boasting silently to myself that I got to see Josh naked
all the time.

It was the first time I'd heard my brother referred to as 'Tanner
two,' but it made sense.

To me, Matt was a striking and sexual guy--5 foot 10, 175 pounds,
dirty blonde hair, ice-blue eyes--and well built.  He was a
bigger version of Joshua.

"Hey, thanks," Josh said, replying to the compliment, and finally
grabbing his jock, putting it on.  At least he'd quit making
faces about the odors.

I didn't ever remember taking this long to dress for a practice,
but Josh and I were alone in the locker room, and got dressed
just in time.

Josh leaned against me lazily.

"I don't wanna do this," he said softly, looking up at me with
his baby boy eyes.

"Snap out of it, Josh.  You gotta get the spirit."  Coach always
talked about 'the spirit.'  None of us could define it, but we
all knew what it was.

"Okay."

"Okay, shit!  You look and sound like mush!"

I regretted saying that.  My brother was crushed.  "Okay, I'm
sorry."

"No, you're right, Kev!"

"Go throw some cold water on your face, and come out running," I
said, leaving Josh alone in the locker room.

I ran out to the field.  The first thing I noticed was no
assistant coaches.  Coach Nelson was going to do this alone.  I
guess he didn't dare call any of the assistant coaches, for fear
they'd cuss him out, calling on a Saturday.

Josh came out running all right, looking like he was ready to
attack anything and kill.

I was proud of him.  And he would need that energy.  Tom had said
we would spend most of the practice divided into two teams.
Naturally, I expected Josh and I to be on opposing squads.

This wasn't going to be easy for me.  I hoped it would be easier
for my brother, somehow--that maybe the excitement of his first
scrimmage would have him totally pumped.

It wasn't very long before we were hard at it, well into our
practice.

I winced when Tony tackled Josh.  He fell hard, and I prayed Josh
was okay.

"Stop looking at your brother, Tanner!" Coach yelled,
"Concentrate on the goddamn play!  Josh is a big boy.  He can
take care of himself."

I just nodded, embarrassed that Coach knew I was paying so much
attention to Joshua.  "Okay!" I shouted to Coach--loud, the way
he liked to be answered.

I wondered what Coach would call my brother.  I could see him
looking toward Josh, and I knew he'd say something to him.  I'd
be embarrassed for my brother if Coach called him 'Little
Tanner,' or 'Tanner junior.'

"Hey--Joshua!  Good run, but move to the left sooner.  You
could've made that touchdown."

Damn!  Coach never called guys by their first name.  All of a
sudden, my brother was privileged.  Plus, Coach sounded like he
was complaining, but actually paid Josh a compliment.

"Tanner!" he said, looking at me again, "Make sure he knows the
plays!"

"No problem, Coach!"

"All right, boys!  You're starting to look like men now.  Don't
let up--gimme all you got.  PLAY 31--AGAIN!"

And we did the same play.  And shit, wouldn't you know, Josh made
his touchdown, this time--leaving Tony DeGario eating dust.

We were exhausted, after a rough two-hour scrimmage in the Summer
heat.  It's a good think we had lots of water bottles and
buckets.  Gatorade, too.  Man, we guzzled that shit down.

But coach wasn't done with us.  He had two hours of grueling
workout planned, and he let us know he was giving us hell.  Just
to firm us up, he said.  He always said that.  I started thinking
of what I wanted to get firmed up.

I heard Coach's cell phone ring.  His daughter was about to give
birth--Coach's first grandchild.  "I'll be right there," Coach
said.

He threw a key to Tom Carlson.  Already, word of the event had
spread among the players.

"Tom, you're in charge of the building.  Lock up after showers.
Make sure the night lights are on when you leave."  Tom was very
reliable and responsible.

Guys ran for the locker room, shouting congratulations to Coach
and smiling as they sped by--happy to have a short practice.

In a minute, Coach and everyone else was gone from the field--
everyone except me, Josh, Tom Carlson, and Matt Tippleton.  We
stood there alone, feeling abandoned.

Pretty soon, Tom and Matt were looking at Josh with funny smiles.

"Tanner two," Matt yelled, "you fucking Jaguar!"

"Yeah, that was awesome, Josh," Tom said, shaking my brother's
hand.  "Great run!"

There were grins, all around.

We started picking up the equipment.  Tom Carlson quickly made
one trip to the equipment room, and was back on the field to grab
more.  Me, Matt, and Josh were still piling stuff up.

"Hey guys," Tom said, out of breath from running, "I gotta go
grab something to eat.  Sorry--I'm starved.  No breakfast."

"No sweat," I said, knowing Tom was leaving me in charge until he
returned.  We didn't mind taking up the slack for Tom.

"I'll be right back," Tom yelled, as he ran off.  "I'll bring you
guys some burgers."

Everyone else was gone by the time I hit the locker room with
Josh and Matt.  We undressed together and hit the shower in
record time--that is except for Josh.  He had this shit-eating
grin, probably thinking of how good it felt to make that
touchdown, and lingered, naked, in the locker room.

Matt and I were soaped up by the time my brother joined us in the
shower.  The warm water felt extra good to me.

"Hey, tight end," Matt said, eyeing Josh, "Way to go!"  That was
twice, now, that Matt congratulated my brother.

I saw the chemistry between them right away.  Josh started to
bone up.  In seconds, he was almost hard.  It was quiet then--
the tense energy between Matt and Josh the only thing I was aware
of.

Then it happened, Matt boned up.  Probably because Josh did.
What amazed me was Josh didn't seem embarrassed.  He HAD to know
he was boned.  But two pairs of eyes were on Matt--or his cock I
should say.

The tension grew.  It was no big deal for Matt to be hard,
really, with just the three of us, all good friends, but Matt's
embarrassment was unavoidable, just the same.  He finally broke
the silence.

"I'm horny, okay?" Matt said with a grin.  "So sue me!"

We all laughed.  Matt had a way about him.  To Matt, there was no
situation that couldn't be turned around to a good one.  He was
the key support and morale guy on our team.

"So jerk off.  We won't watch," Josh said to Matt, shamelessly.

My brother was bold as hell, feeling cocky.

"Let's get him," Matt said to me.

I knew what he meant, and we both tackled Josh to the shower-room
floor, tickling him badly.

"Ah!  No, please--Oooo!  No, come on, guys!  AH!"

When Josh started to lose his breath, we stopped.

"That was your initiation," Matt said, smiling at poor Josh, all
disarrayed.

My brother was trying to catch his breath, and looked rather
sexy, sitting on the floor, disheveled and looking up at us.  At
least he was smiling.

"Gee, thanks," Josh said.

I was relieved.  I thought for a minute that Josh might try
something sexual with Matt, and that would be a disaster.  Matt
was hot--ice blue eyes and brown hair, 185 pounds, 6 foot 1, and
a face that could make you hard in a second.  But I didn't think
boys were his thing.

"Good job, today, Josh," Matt said, helping my brother to stand.
"Keep it up."

I knew from my brother's blush, how he had taken Matt's words,
'Keep it up.'  Josh was still boned.

"Hey, what about me?" I asked, looking at Matt.

"You were okay, too," Matt said, making it a point to let me know
my brother was somehow superior.

"Gee, thanks," I said, but proud of Joshua.  I was half-boned,
myself.

Matt left for the locker room.

'Hot - as - hell,' my brother mouthed the words to me.  A tinge
of jealousy crept into my heart.

"You okay?" I said, moving around under the shower, loving the
hot water on me.  I could see Josh was loving it, too.

"Yeah.  No broken bones."

"Cool."

"Well," Josh said expectantly, "What'd you think?"

"You were awesome, Josh.  Your best run, yet, I think.  You
surprised the shit out of Tony with that twist of your hips at
the last minute."

"Yeah," Josh said, with his cute grin and 'aw, shit' blush.  "I
feel so good.  I can't believe I made that touchdown!"

"I knew you'd do it--you're a good athlete, Joshy!"

"Thanks."

"Water feels great, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, Kev.  I could shower all day--except," he said, looking
down at his softening dick.  "Shit, I guess I can wait.  Water
feels too good."

"You said it."  We loved long showers.

"Hey--food's here guys," Tom yelled, putting a big bag on the
bench nearest the shower room.

"'Bout time you got back," I said, ribbing Tom.  "Did you eat?"

"Fuck, yeah.  I ate driving back."

"We'll eat later," I said.  "Come on in, Tom."

Tom was naked and turning his shower faucets in no time.

"Mmm, yeah.  I been waiting for this," Tom said, enjoying the hot
water.  "Where's Matt?"

Josh blushed, the memory of his antics with Matt still fresh.

"Um, he was in a hurry and left.  Had something important to do,"
I said, watching my brother blush harder and harder.

Tom turned to look at Joshua, who wasn't quite down all the way
from his boner.

"Nice cock," Tom said, grinning at my brother, and smiling at me.
Tom knew how to embarrass a guy, and my brother was an easy mark.

Josh looked a lot less flustered than I thought he would, and up
his dick started to go again.

"Nice cock, yourself," my brother said boldly to the tall, thin,
good looking athlete, who was not totally soft at this point.  I
guess Josh had this mental armor from the good play he made, and
nothing was going to bother him, or make him hold back his
tongue.  He was boning fast.

"Yeah, thanks, Josh.  You wanna play with it?" Tom said brazenly.
Tom was not one to be without a comeback, and matched Josh, shot
for shot.  But my dick couldn't take much more of this talk.  I
was getting a hardon for sure.

"Nah," Josh said, "you couldn't handle it, 'cause if I played
with your dick, you'd have to play with mine, and it would be too
much for ya."

"Fuck!" Tom shouted, the good-natured banter becoming more
arousing, "It's THIS you can't handle," Tom said, rigid cock in
hand, waving his bone threateningly at my brother.

I had to admit, Tom's pole was impressive.  He was probably the
nicest kid on the team--a junior from Kansas with a nice, slim,
tight body--but what if Josh took this too far?

"Oh I could handle it," Josh said, making me fear for his life,
in spite of two smiling faces.  I expected Tom's grin to fade,
any second now.

"You wouldn't dare.  You don't have the guts."  Tom was goading
him.

Josh just grinned, and without a word, soaped his hand, walked to
Tom, and stared at him--my brother's hand poised near the end of
Tom's cock

"You sure you can take it?" Joshua said defiantly.

Tom's expression changed, just a little.  "Fuck, yeah!"

And Josh slid his hand over the big erection.

Instantly, Tom turned to me, wide eyed, frozen in place.  I was
stunned at what my brother did.

I nodded my approval, not knowing what else to do.  "Hey, it's
okay by me--I won't stop you," I said, wondering where I got the
nerve to say that, stroking my own bone, and scared to death Tom
was going to beat up my brother.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Tom whispered sensually, and grabbed my
brother's dick.

"Holy shit," Josh moaned, as he lost his balance and fell into
Tom--each of them stroking the other's hot rod.

Holy shit was right.  I could not believe this.  I found myself
walking over to them, but didn't know what to do.

"Cutest fuckin' stud," Tom said softly, his slender body looking
better and better.

"Tom, yeah," my brother said, enjoying the feel of a new hand on
his dick.

"Fuck," the lanky kid said, half to my brother's ear--which was
near Tom's mouth--and half to me, "I been wanton' Kevin for a
long time now, and I get his brother, first.  Shit.  You're BOTH
hot."

In a million years, I wouldn't have predicted this.  I never
would've thought Tom went for guys.  But there we were, standing
together, each of Tom's hands holding a brother's dick now.

And two brothers had their hands on Tom's cock and balls.

"Bet I can make you come," Josh said confidently, but shaky from
the sudden, forbidden excitement.

"Fuck yeah, you can," Tom said, resigned to Josh's charms, and
horned out of his mind, now.  My brother's banter had been just
Tom's style, and it pushed all his good buttons.

Josh stroked him so slow, he was torturing the poor 17-year-old.
My brother stopped his stroking, holding just the head of Tom's
cock which throbbed so hard, it was moving Josh's hand.

I grabbed the long shaft, too--wrapping my hand around Tom's big
penis.

Now Tom had two hands stroking his long cock.

"Awa, arrrhhhh, ahhhrrrr AHHHH!" Tom screamed, shooting at us
with tremendously hard squirts.  The boy had a lot in him, and
fired hard, hitting me and my brother in the chin, chest--all
over.

I got behind Tom and held him, because he looked like he might
collapse.  He heaved with deep, rough breaths as he finished
coming.

"Oh, fuck!  You fuckin double teamed me!  Shit, I can't believe I
did this."

"You did," Josh said, smiling away.

"Don't worry Tom, it's our secret."

"Cool, cool, way cool," Tom said breathlessly.  "You're sure it's
okay?  No guilt trips no--"

"No," I said firmly.  "I think all three of us like the same kind
of meat."

"Yeah!" Josh yelled.

"Yeah," Tom said nervously.  "Wow, both of you!  Damn!"

"Cool," I said, echoed by my brother.

"Shit, Kevin--you're studly an' all, but your brother's cute as
hell."

"Hey, I know, man."

"He has quite the dick, too.  I'm a sucker for a good cock."

"I wish I'dda known about the suck part," Josh said, grinning at
Tom, who was recovering valiantly.

"Shit, I'd blow you in a minute," Tom said, blushing at his own
words, like maybe he'd gone too far.

"Don't worry, Tom, it's our secret."

"Yeah, I'd blow ya back," Josh said.

"Fuck.  I'm fuckin drained now.  Shit--look at your cocks
bouncin!  You guys gotta get off!"

I knew Josh and I were saving ourselves for when we got home.  We
just stared at Tom.  Then, Josh glanced over at me, and we looked
at each other.

Tom's expression turned mystified, then a light bulb lit.

"Fuck!  You guys do each other?"

I guess our faces gave the answer.

"You DO!  You fuckin DO!"

I froze.  Josh raised his eyebrows, and beamed his shit-eating
grin at Tom.

"Oh, fuck!  I'd pay to see something that hot.  You guys--"

Then Tom blushed real bad.  I guess he felt he crossed a line.

"If you're good, you can join us sometime."

I could not believe what my brother just said.

"I'd probably never make it to your house--I'd have a heart
attack when I got the invitation."

"No sweat, Tom.  If Josh thinks it's okay, then who knows--we
might get together some day."  I wasn't real keen on the idea,
but I said it for Tom's sake, to put him at ease.  I didn't want
to contradict my brother, either.  Tom was hot, though, no doubt
about it.

We hit the locker room and got dressed.  This time we remembered
to take our uniforms with us.

Soon, we were in the car, heading home, with Tom's bag of
burgers.  "Shit, bro," I said to Josh.  "I don't know if we're
ready for three-way sex, even thought he IS hot."

"Sorry.  So spank me."

"Hell, no, I'll fuck you," I said.  Josh looked pleasantly
shocked.

"If I LET you!" he shot back.  There it was--my brother's Mona
Lisa smile again.

"Let me?   What?"

"You gotta want it bad, Kev."

"I want it bad, little bro."

"Nope.  Not good enough."

"Not GOOD enough?"

"You'll see," he said, grinning mischievously.

It's a good thing we ate in the car, because we both were too
horny to think of anything but dick as we swung the front door
open, and dropped our gym bags.

Josh had this silly grin.  I grabbed him and carried him up the
stairs, throwing him to the bed on his back.  He looked shocked,
and made no attempt to move as I tore my clothes off, ripping the
tee shirt, and falling over my underwear.

I grabbed Josh, still dressed, and took his clothes off.  He was
not cooperating either.  I had to lift his butt and get his
shorts off at the same time.  He looked even more enticing than
when we were in the shower.  His sly little grin mystified me.

As I stared into him, his grin softened.

"Just let me do this one thing, Kev.  Then I promise, I'm all
yours."

"Okay, what?"

"Just let me do it."

I nodded.  What was I in for?

"On your back, big bro," he said, pulling my arms so they were
straight up over my head.  "Keep your arms that way."

"Okay," I said, playing along.

Josh spread my legs a bit, then licked them, all the way up to my
balls.  His soft, blond hair tickled my skin, his cute face with
the soft tongue flicking its way into my sac--had me spinning and
shuddering with lust.

Josh made the tip of his tongue pointy, and used that to lick and
probe the back of my balls, making my cock throb helplessly,
while my nuts danced in their sac.  Then he used his hair, like a
feather duster, letting the soft locks tease my hard cock and
rising balls.

Soon he was licking up to my chest, making me crazy with his
tongue on my nipples.  I started to pull one arm down, to cover
the nipple he was sucking.

"Do that again and I'll start over.  Arms up!"

I didn't know what 'start over' meant, but I didn't want it to
take any longer than necessary for me to get my cock in little
brother's butt.

As Josh made love to my chest, his dick spread a trail of pre-cum
up my legs, and onto the base of my cock.  Then he rose up and
made the head of his dick slide across the tip of mine.

"Oh, fuck, Josh--I can't take much more."

"You have to!  Unless you don't wanna come."

"Okay, okay.  No problem!"

He had saved the worst for last.  His tongue, poised over my
aching cock, flicked out so close, I could feel the breeze made
by the movement of his tongue.  Slowly, he moved his head, left
and right, positioning his pink taster at the top of my balls,
getting closer and closer to the taut skin.

And when his tongue made contact, I screamed.

"Ahhhhh!"

But that was nothing, he kept it up--the left and right swinging
of his head, tongue lashing my jumping bone from the base,
slowly, slowly up toward the head.  Left, right, left, right--his
hot wet tongue slashed across my most sensitive parts--slowly
moving upward toward the tip of my dick.

"God, NO!" I screamed.

Just before my brother's hot, criss-crossing tongue reached the
flare of my cock, he retreated, going backward, repeating his
horizontal swaths back down, away from the head that had waited
so long for the pleasure that tongue would bring.

"Shit!"

"Mmm," he moaned softly, the tip of his tongue suddenly toughing
just the slit in the head of my cock.  I was ready to explode.

"Oh, FUCK!"  My hands were grabbing the sheets, so I could keep
my hands up where he wanted them.  I squirmed and thrashed,
beginning to sweat in the heat of colossal sexual craving.

Now he flicked faster--that torturing tongue lapping the shaft,
just the shaft, up, down, around and even under my bouncing bone.
But not the head--not even an inch from the head this time,
avoiding the whole, sensitive upper third of my cock.

"No, no, no," I said, and no sooner resigned myself to this
torture, when he changed his tactics.

Now, his tongue was doing short mini-flicks on just the head.
Just the fucking head!  It feels good, but you get nowhere.  My
dick was shaking, I was so desperate.

"Oh, come on, God--please, Josh!  Do something."  What the hell
was I saying?

I had been an hour.  Surely, I was tortured enough.  But the boy
was not finished.  He started again at my balls.

"NOOOoooooooooooooo!"

"Yeah," my hot little brother cooed, "now you're getting warmed
up."

"Warmed up?  What the fuck are you talkin about--I'm DYING!"

"You won't die," he said grinning, his face suddenly turning
serious.

And he tongue teased my body again, my balls, the shaft, the
head, until I was vibrating the whole bed.

"Josh, oh, oh, fuck!  Please."

Suddenly he stopped!

"No, no--no MORE!"

"Lube us and fuck me," he said, not even sounding like my Joshua.

"Okay!  But I'll make love to you."

"No.  Fuck me!"

"Shit!  I can hardly move.  Where's the lube?"

"Okay Kev," Josh said, seeing my plight, "I'll take care of it."

And my brother lubed me.  Carefully, he dabbed my throbbing wet
penis with lotion.  Soon, he reached behind himself and drenched
his butt with the cool lotion, and got on his back.

I wrapped my hands around those sexy ankles and lifted them to my
shoulders.  Now he had me going.

I never ached for sex like this before.  He was going to get it
good.  My brother was going to learn what it was to be truly
fucked.

"You asked for it man," I said, so excited I could hardly talk,
"I'm shovin in!"

I didn't exactly shove, but I slid in fast--the wet, squish of
the lotion signaling the erotic act of penetrating something with
your dick.

The sight of Josh--the slim, tight athletic body--his perfect
little pecs and nipples, fine abs and sculpted ribs--tingled my
body from the cock down.

"Oh, oh yeah!" sexy bro moaned--his lips thick and excited,
beckoning for a kiss, or a penis to enter.

"I'm gonna pound your fuckin ass," I said, the intensity of what
my dick was feeling making me talk through gritted teeth, and I
realized how rough I sounded.  I knew it's what he was begging
for, in his own way.

That's when I plowed into him.  He had cock-teased me and pumped
me up so I would have no choice but to go after him like an
animal.  Three mammoth, punishing thrusts of hard, big-brother
meat into his hairless, 16-year-old ass.

"Oh!  Oh!  OH!" little brother yelled.

"Does it hurt?" I said, having some shred of compassion for the
boy I loved.

"Make it hurt," he said, in a no-nonsense voice.

And I pounded his cute little butt.  I whacked into him with all
I had.  Pounding and smacking against him, my bone thrust so
deep, he'd have to feel I was drilling him good--but not really
hurting him bad.  All of him excited me, as I saw his angelic
face screwed up with pleasure now, and some pain.  His jaw
dropped with his hot, heaving, helpless breaths.

"Kevin!  Oh, AH!  I'm coming!!"

Halfway through my fuck, Josh came.  I tilted his bone up, and
drank, like it was a fountain, while I pressed my cock into him
as hard as I could.

It was extreme sensuality for both of us--Josh watching and
hearing his cum splashing into my mouth--me, feeling and tasting
each powerful blast.  I loved the heavenly look on my brother's
face as he came, and I slid in and out of his hot insides--slower
now, pushing the head of my prong against his hot spot.

"Yeah, yeah, Joshy!  Come, baby bro!"

"OH GOD!  Oh, fuck!  Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

I counted nine shots, and tasted each one of them.

"Damn, you look and feel and taste so damn hot!"

"Fuck me, Kevin!"

WHAM!  I shoved my guts into him.  I was sure that made him see
stars.

I pounded the poor kid half to death.  Slam, slam, slam!

"Yes, yes, yes," was my brother's response.

Something gripped my cock, then my cock grabbed my whole body.  I
saw stars, myself, as the heat of my brother's insides added to
the push and pull of my swollen spike.

And I exploded in him, spraying and coating his insides with the
brother-cum that was a part of him anyway.

"Josh!  JOSH!"  I screamed and moaned my way through the gripping
orgasm, my brother shouting my name, my cock shooting the stuff
into him.  My body wanted to blend with his, and I put myself
prone on top of him, collapsing in the bliss of our lovemaking.

"Kevin!  Oh, God!"

"Oh, yeah!"

--Steve
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
(comments welcome)

List of my Stories for those interested:

1. hot-little-brother (Nifty incest/athletics)  6 CHAPTERS SO FAR
    An 18 y/o desires his 16 y/o brother; football theme;
    Kevin & Josh.

2. i-wanted-my-big-brother  (Nifty incest)  2 CHAPTERS SO FAR
    A 15 y/o admires and falls and pursues his 17 y/o brother;
    Chad and Adam.

3. hot-teen-brian-and-his-boys
    (Nifty adult-youth)  1 CHAPTER SO FAR
    A 17 y/o and some of his older friends discover a liking for
    younger guys; Brian, Steve, Matt & friends.

4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school  (some s&m aspects)
    (Nifty adult-youth)  1 CHAPTER SO FAR
    Boys "trained" for mutual sex and disciplined--nothing
    horrible or outrageous; good sex; some orgasm-delay teasing.

stevestoryman@yahoo.com