Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 22:01:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Griffin <nicosar2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Summer Nights

Hot Summer Nights 1: Nightime Visitor

My name's Greg Martins, and I've got a story to tell about some hot
summer nights I used to have. I was seventeen at the time and had just
finished my junior year in high school. I'd more or less grown up by
that time, and I was a big guy - six feet three inches tall, and two
hundred and ten pounds. I was pretty built for my age thanks to a lot of
biking, swimming, and time outdoors, all of which left with with big
arms, legs, and a great stomach and chest. I did have a bit of fat on me
- so did most men in my family - but it just made me bulk out a little
more and added a little padding. That's genetics for you, I suppose, and
I really didn't mind since it gave me a strong, great-looking jaw and
bright blue eyes. I'd finished maturing in other ways, too. I had a
fairly hairy chest, and my arms and legs had a decent amount, too, just
enough to look manly without needing trimming to keep from looking like
a monkey. Also, let's just say my arms weren't the only big things I
had.

Anyways, enough talking about me. I wouldn't want to sound narcissistic.
So, the other half of this story is about by brother Dave. He's
fourteen, and he's the coolest little brother anyone could want. We live
a bit out in the country and don't have a lot of neighbors within easy
walking distance, so most of the time growing up we only had each other
to play with. I never minded though, and we were like two peas in a pod.
He's been starting to grow up a lot recently, too. His baby fat's gone
away and like me he's pretty active, so he's started to get this real
nice, sleek body, with his pecs and abs starting to get some definition
to them. He's starting to get some hair, too, in his pit and his crotch,
and while I'd never seen him hard it looked like his package was
starting to fill out just like mine had at that age. When I'd noticed
that, I'd taken it upon myself to make sure he knew what he need to. Dad
had only barely bumbled through "The Talk" with me, so I took pity on
both of them and did it myself. I showed him a few things he needed to
know, like how to use a condom - and I'd made sure he knew I'd kick his
ass if he got some girl pregnant - and how to treat a girl nice and
bring her off, plus how to find good porn sites that were safe and free.
Not that I knew much about those last two, though, at least not
first-hand. I had a girlfriend name Sally, but unlike me she wasn't
interested in guys. We were really just best friends, but it was
convenient for us both to claim to be going out. Anyways, Dave was
beet-red by the end of that talk, but thinking back on it I bet there
was more reason than just embarrassment for how awkward he was.

It was early that summer that I started to notice he was watching me,
although he was probably doing it before then. From time to time I'd
catch him eying me when I had my shirt off, especially when I was sweaty
from hiking or riding, and even more especially when I was just in my
boxers. He'd always look away if he realized I'd noticed. One time that
really stood out was when we were horsing around in the pool, and he
accidentally pulled my trunks off. We were in the shallow end so I stood
up to pull them back on, and he got an eyeful. He couldn't stop staring
at my dick until I got my trunks back on and splashed him, and then his
face, ears, and neck all turned so red I thought he'd explode.

What really got my attention was one time we were wrestling outside. He
might have been quite a bit smaller - maybe five-eight or so and about a
hundred seventy pounds - but he was a strong, wiry little bugger, and so
were were rolling all over the place. We were both in t-shirts and
exercise shorts, and a couple of times I could have sworn I felt his
hard dick pressing against my thigh. I finally managed to get him pinned
down, with me basically covering him completely and pressing him down
into the grass. We were both panting and sweating, and my dick was
pressed up against the hard mounds of his ass, and boy did it like that.
It was hard in seconds and I felt him get still under me. Well, of
course I got off really quick - no, not like that - and he scrambled up,
quickly turning and running off. I still saw that he was hard as a rock,
even more than I was, because he had a huge tent in his shorts. That was
probably the moment things changed, because I think that night was the
first time he came to my room.

(I should probably take a moment to explain how our house is set up.
It's a rambling affair that's been in the family a while, out on a
fairly large chunk of land, and has been added on to a few times. Most
recently there was basically a small apartment added at the far side of
the connected garage. The plan had been for one of our grandmothers to
move into it, but she died just before it was ready. My brother and I
were allowed to move in there instead, and so we basically had our own
little place there, with a long hall separating us from the rest of the
house. As long as we kept it clean and did our chores, our parents more
or less let us had the run of the place. We each had a room, plus there
was a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room where we had some old
furniture. It was great - especially later on.)

Anyways, that night when I went to bed, I jerked off, of course. I had a
great dream, though, and when I woke up I realized I'd creamed my
underwear. That was really weird, because I'd never done it before. Not
because I didn't have dreams, but because I always jerked off at least
once a night. At the time I just thought it'd been a really nice dream,
but it happened again a few nights later, and the night after than I
woke up with dry cum on my stomach. Then I knew something weird was
going on. I found out what the two nights later. I'd gotten up real
quietly around one to use the restroom, and I'd only just gotten back in
bed and started to drift off again when I heard my door slowly open. I
stayed real still with my eyes shut, like I was still asleep. A moment
later, I felt the bed dip as someone got on. Now, I had a queen-sized
bed, on account of how big I was, and it was warm enough that I didn't
have any sheets. I could just hear someone breathing, and then I felt a
hand on my crotch. M y cock perked up at the touch, and pretty quickly
it was hard. The hand moved, unbuttoned my the fly, and pulled me out.
Then it started to slowly stroke me. I'm cut, but still have a fair bit
of skin, enough that I don't really need lube to jerk, and enough to
make handjobs pretty easy. I couldn't help but spread my legs out a
little.

"God, you're huge," I heard a familiar voice whisper. I nearly jerked
awake at that, as I realized this definitely wasn't a dream, and my own
little brother was giving me a handjob in my sleep! I knew I should have
stopped him, but fuck - I was a teenager, and I wasn't about to say no
to sex of any kind. It was pretty clear he was getting to be an expert,
because pretty soon I was leaking and then with a moan I came hard. This
time the little jerk actually wiped me up before leaving me, dazed and
confused and thinking of all the possibilities.

The next morning, I'd already come up with a plan of action. During the
day, while we were playing around outside, I made a point of
'accidentally' groping him, and then later got him pinned down again.
From the way his breath caught and he shivered, it was pretty cleared he
liked it. And so that night, I made sure to stay awake, and when he
jerked me off I made even more noise, murmuring things like, "mmm,
yeah," and "oh, baby, that's nice," under my breath, like I was
dreaming. He stopped jerking me when he first heard me, but when I
didn't say anything more he started doing it again.

The next day I had some really good luck, because a heat wave hit. After
we got all hot and sweaty during the day, we took showers again, and I
'forgot' to bring underwear into the bathroom with me. My brother's eyes
were huge as I walked around the living room buck naked, my cock and
balls swinging in the open air. It was all I could do not to laugh as he
tried not to stare. Eventually I took pity on him... a little bit.

"Fuck, it's hot," I said, pulling on a ratty old pair boxers that didn't
really hide anything at all. "Wish mom and dad would let us turn the air
on."

"Yeah," Dave replied after a moment, trying not to stare at me and
failing completely.

I flopped down on the couch and spread out so that one leg of my boxers
rode up so he could almost see my package. Then I scratched myself as I
added, "Even with the fan on, I'm probably gonna be sweaty as hell.
Think I'll just sleep naked tonight. Not like anyone's gonna see me or
anything."

Okay, I can be a bastard sometimes. Sue me. Anyways, I tormented him
like that for a little while longer, letting my cock peek out of my fly,
talking about nice soundly I'd been sleeping lately, that sort of thing.
I could tell it was making him horny and uncomfortable from the way he
had to keep adjusting his half-hard dick inside his shorts. Eventually,
we went to bed, and I made a point of starting to strip off my boxers
even before I got to my room. Inside I opened up the window and the
curtains to let moonlight in - I wanted to see what was happening,
without a real light to make him suspicious - and flopped down on the
bed. I made sure the lay on my back as I waited so he'd have easy
access. I also went without jacking, so I'd have plenty of cum.

Sure enough Dave showed up about a half hour later, creeping into my
room. I cracked my eyes open just a little. In the dim light I could
just see him, his slim barely-adolescent body looking even younger than
usual thanks to the soft lighting as his sparse hair wasn't visible,
except for the thin bush around his prick. His meat was definitely
visible, though, easily six inches long although a bit on the thin side,
but definitely something to be proud of at his age. It stood out from
between his legs, bobbing as he tiptoed across the room. As he got
closer I shut my eyes and waited, carefully keeping my breathing even
despite my anticipation. The bed dipped as he climbed up onto it and sat
down next to me. My cock was already half-hard, and as his slender
fingers gently grasped my boner it quickly grew to full length.

"Mmmm," I mumbled as he started to stroke me. "That feels good, baby,
keep doing that." He spat on his hand to get it slick and then began to
move it even faster. Maybe he was hoping to see how fast he could bring
me off, but I wasn't having any of that. I gave him a few more seconds,
then spread my legs wide. I could feel the heat of his body against my
thigh for a moment before he jerked back.

"Shit," he whispered. He held still until it was clear that I wasn't
awake, then reached for me again and started fondling my balls.

"Come on, you know you want to," I mumbled again. His hand stopped
again, and I could imagine the confused look on his face. "I'm so horny,
girl, I'm about to explode. Come on and suck me, please."

He didn't move and for a long minute I thought I'd blown it, but then he
climbed over my thigh and laid between my legs. He slowly pull my cock
up straight and bent over it. I could feel his warm breath on the head
and shivered in anticipation. Huskily I whispered, "Aww, baby, don't
tease me, come on."

That was all the encouragement he needed, and I felt his lips wrap
around my cockhead and begin sliding down the rest of it. His mouth was
wet and hot around my man-meat, and his tongue ran down along the
throbbing vein. It had been forever since I'd gotten a good blowjob and
I nearly came then and there, but I managed to keep hold of myself. He
managed to get about two-thirds of the way down my eight-incher before
he had to stop, not used to having to stop his gag reflex. Just as
slowly as he'd gone down he went back up, until just my cockhead was
inside with his lips wrapped around the rim of my knob. He started to go
a little faster, and a couple of times he accidentally let my cock pop
free of his mouth, but each time he took it right back in. Of course,
just as I was starting to really get into it he scraped by cock with his
teeth, and not in a good way. I jerked my hips backs and hissed, trying
not to shout.

"Whoops," Dave whispered, sounding amused. The only reason I didn't kick
his ass right then was that he immediately kissed the spot and then
started blowing me again, and pretty soon all I was thinking about was
the great feeling coming from my dick. I opened my eyes so I could watch
him for a bit. It was a cool sight, even though all I could see was my
brother's shaggy hair as he bobbed up and down on my big cock, doing his
best to take it into his mouth. I wasn't even bothering to imagine
anything else was happening, that this was some jock or twink from
school, because the thought of having my teen brother blowing me was
hotter than anything else I could imagine.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck," I moaned as I started to get near to my climax.
"Yeah, that's right, suck me, suck my big fat cock. Oh, baby, that's so
great, yeah, use your tongue like that. Ooooh, baby, yeah, I'm gonna
blow, yeah, mmmmmm, fuck!" I could feel Dave start to pull off but put
my hand down on his head to keep him in place. A moment later I groaned
and came hard, dumping shot after shot of hot, sticky seed into my
little brother's mouth. I must have shot a dozen or more times into him
and could feel him swallowing to keep up, and when I finally finished
and he pulled off I could see my cum leaking out of his mouth. I slumped
back and relaxed, completely sated, and waited for him to scramble off
the bed and out the door. I waited a few seconds and then followed him
back to his room, peeking around the door. He threw himself onto the bed
and started to frantically jerk at this cock with one hand, while wiping
up my spilled come with the other and then licking it off. He only
managed to stroke two or three times before he came like a rocket, teen
jizz splattering all over stomach, chest, and even a little on his face.
I grinned and sneaked back to my room and went to sleep.

And that was how things went for a while. Just about every night for a
couple weeks he'd come into my room and night and suck me off. It didn't
take long for his early awkwardness to start wearing off, and soon he
was an expert cocksucker. One night he even held still while I grabbed
his hair and facefucked him. That wasn't the end of things, of course,
because I was just getting started.

"How about you let me do you, baby? Wanna make you feel real good,
baby." I muttered one night as he blew me. He froze where he was, my
dick deep in his mouth. "I'll treat you nice, baby. Let you ride me,
take it as slow as you want."

He finished blowing me, which was all I really expected anyways, but I
could tell the next day that the seeds had been sown. I didn't say it
again for a couple more days, but then I just happened to leave a page
of sex tips open on our computer, one that included pointers for letting
a woman use a strap-on on you. I knew for sure he'd seen it and read it
a couple times, and so that night I made a point of leaving out my
bottle of lube on the nightstand and put a little on my dick so it'd
look like I'd been using it to jerk off.

When Dave came in that night, he stood next to my bed and started to run
his hands on my naked thighs and around my cock. I shifted in my 'sleep'
and quietly said, "Gonna let my pop your cherry tonight, baby?"

I heard him reach over to my nightstand where the lube was sitting and
pop the cap. A few moments later there were the soft, slick sounds of
fingers being worked into an asshole, and his breathes were coming quick
and short. Then he squirted out a line of cold lube onto my dick and I
shivered as he began to work it around my length. Then he got on the bed
and straddled my hips, reached around to guide my cock between his
cheeks, and sank down onto my cock agonizingly slowly.

"Fuuuuuuck," I sighed as he bottomed out. His ass was amazingly tight
around my throbbing prick, his insides wrapped around it like a velvet
glove. I couldn't help myself and jerked up, and his body shuddered
around me. I laid still again until he got used to having me inside him,
and then slowly he began to rock up and down, letting my cock slide in
and out of his hole. Soon he'd braced his hand on my stomach was was
lifting himself almost all the way off and then quickly dropping back
down.

I placed my hands on his hips, and grunted out, "That's right, yeah,
ride me, ride my cock. Fuck yourself on me, baby. Fuck your pussy with
my cock."

"Oh, god," he moaned, unable to control himself and rocking faster and
faster. "Oh, god, this is so good."

I opened my eyes a crack so I could see him, and then opened them wider
as I saw he was in no condition to notice me watching. His eyes were
clenched shut and his head thrown back in ecstasy as he bounced on my
cock, blissed out and unaware to the world. His washboard abs and slim
thighs were rippling, his entire body was covered with a thin sheen of
sweat, and his cock was hard as a rock, deep red, and leaking precome
like mad.

"Ahhh. Ahh! Shit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he shouted. His cock spurted
all over my stomach and his ass clenched down, setting me off as well.
With a deep, loud groan I emptied myself into his teen ass, coating it
with my hot older-brother come. He held still for a minute, panting, and
I quickly shut my eyes as he opened his again. A moment later he slid
off of me, and to my surprise I felt his tongue lapping at my stomach,
cleaning off all of his come. I quickly fell asleep, more content than
I'd been in years.

Well, all things have to come to an end, and soon these visits had to as
well. After all, there were only so many things you could do while
pretending to be asleep, and I wanted to try them out. So I let him ride
and suck me a few more times, and then I acted. One night Dave came into
my room, already lubed up - less chance of getting caught that way, I
guess - and started to lube me up as well. That's when I clumsily pushed
him off of me and rolled him onto his stomach.

"Hey!" he said in surprise.

"Mmm, gonna fuck you good this time, baby," I mumbled, eyes shut. I felt
him relax for a moment and took the opportunity to roll on top of him.
He tried to get out from under me, but I had him pinned to the mattress
with my much greater weight and strength. I only let up just long enough
to guide my cock to his waiting entrance and then plunged it inside.

"Ow, fuck!" he yelped as my eight-inch cock violated his barely prepared
teen ass. Then, as I shoved in a second time with a different angle, he
moaned, "Ooooh, fuck."

"Yeah, that's good, isn't it?" I growled into his ear. "You've got my
cock up your pussy, baby. Getting spread wide by my long fuckstick,
being pounded into the mattress. How's that feel, baby?"

"Great, feels great," Dave replied, voice pitched low and breathy.

"Mmm, yeah, course it does, bitch. Knew you'd like it, like being taken
by a strong man like me." I was really starting to get into it, fucking
him with long and deep I pulled out and got up onto my knees, pulling on
his hips to raise them as well while his face stayed firmly planted in
the mattress. I shoved back in and his shivered around him, and I began
fucking him with long, fast strokes, pulling nearly out and plunging
balls-deep into his gut again. "How about that, boy?"

"Yeah, like that, too, love it," he groaned, not even noticing the word
I'd used.

"That's cause I'm an expert cocksman, boy, know how to use my meat to
make bitches like you scream," I told him. "'Course, it helps I've got a
fucking huge cock, right, boy?"

"Yeah, so big," he agreed.

"Tell me how much you like it."

"Love it so much, love having your cock up me, getting split apart by
your big, manly meat," Dave moaned.

I was fucking him raggedly now, like a rutting animal, my thick hairy
thighs slapping into his slim and smooth ones. "Oh, fuck, your ass is so
tight, bro, so damned tight. Gonna fill you up soon, little brother,
gonna fill your needy ass with your big brother's come."

"Fuck, yeah, do it, please, do it, fill me up, use me, please!"

I reached around and grabbed his dick, which was hanging low and thick
and dripping with precum. A few quick jerks and he came, and I could
feel tension coiling up in my balls. I slammed deep into him and held
there, just jerking my hips back and forth a little fast and furious.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, gonna do it, gonna bust a nut in my teen brother's
gut, shoot my seed into him, fuck, FUCK!"

I came so hard I nearly passed out, my cock pulsing again and again as I
emptied into his ass. I stayed there still inside him, not wanting to
loose a bit of the feeling, until my cock softened and slipped out. I
fell down to the bed, taking him with me, and I slipped behind him and
wrapped my arms around his chest. We laid there together for probably a
good twenty or thirty minutes until we'd stopped panting and gotten our
wits together.

"Oh, shit," he suddenly said, trying to move but trapped by my arms.

"Oh shit is right, little bro," I said with a chuckle. "Good thing
you're such a good lay, or I'd kick your ass for this."

"Huh?"

"But I think I've found something better to do with your ass, now."

"Oh really," he said, relaxing and sounding interested.

"Yeah, really." I rubbed my already-hardening cock up against his butt,
and squeezed his own dick. "You and I are gonna have lots of fun this
summer."