Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 01:45:09 -0400
From: Dom R <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Younger Brother - Chapter 3

HOT YOUNGER BROTHER CHAPTER 3

Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

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The heat of my little brother's stiff dick and the strength of
his shots were totally incredible.  I was almost cumming with
him--and his sexual moans were timed with his spurts of cum.
Todd's spurts, moans, and words sent throbs shooting down my body
to my cock.

"Ah, yeah--yeah, oh yeah, Pete, oh God yes, suck.  Yeah!  Ahh,
ahh, ahh, Pete!  Oh, shit!"

I wished I could talk back to him, but my mouth was filled with
his hot penis, and shots of hot, brother-cum.  "Mmm," I groaned,
as Todd continued to grunt and cum, totally out of control.  I
reached up with my arms to grab him, to pull the top half of him
down to me, touch his sizzling, tight pecs; his beautiful,
incredibly small, little-brother nipples; his solid, concave
tummy, and his sexy, hairless armpits.  I leaned my head back
just a bit--enough to see the beginnings of a small circle of
blonde peach-fuzz around his belly-button.  We both had 'innies.'

                         - - - - - -

But, the next thing I knew it was morning.  I searched my mind
for details from the previous night.  After the big moment, and
swallowing lots of delicious cum, I remembered reaching up for
Todd, but my arms hadn't cooperated.  I couldn't reach high
enough.  I remembered feeling like I weighed a thousand pounds.
I had no memory of climbing into bed.

But here I was, lying in bed with my little brother spooned in
behind me, and an arm over my ribs.  My heart started to pound,
just from the thought of the position we were in--I dreamed about
waking up next to someone, especially someone I wanted and loved.
Now, that dream came true for the first time.

I think that was the moment I stopped being ashamed that I wanted
sex with my brother--stopped being ashamed that half my daydreams
were me licking him, spanking him, kissing him, sucking him--and
getting so worked up, so horny, that I put some grease on my cock
and shoved it into his tight, unsuspecting, little-brother hole.
That was the usual ending of most of my daytime fantasies.  I
reached behind me and under his arm, to feel the elegant
tightness and strength of his hard stomach muscles.  He'd
probably have washboard abs--a four or six pack--in a few years.

My 14-year-old brother Todd was a sexy kid--tall, thin, blonde--
and he could pass for 16, easily.  He was thin, but you could see
that he had muscles of just the right size, ready to ripen.  I
thought of his blue eyes as 'icy,' but when I came under their
spell, they were hot, tantalizing, irresistible.  And when he
parted his lips to speak and paused, as if spellbound by a
display of new stars that he alone was privileged to witness, or
the times when he'd open wider and touch the tip of his slick
little tongue to his upper lip--those were sights almost too
beautiful and sensual to behold--I got hard as a rock, and wanted
my brother so bad, I could taste it.

In spite of my clear memory of the previous night, I didn't find
any strange taste in my mouth, dried cum on me or Todd, or even
any sign of a wet spot on the sheet.  What happened between me
and my brother was no dream, but there was also no evidence of
it.  Had I fainted after Todd came?  I never fainted before in my
whole life.

I remembered his angelic face and his beautiful dick shooting me
a load of his young brother-cum, and my arms wrapped around the
bottom half of him, pulling him tightly to me--trying to feel and
taste more of him.  My head pounded with my overall desire in
life:  To do justice and spank the little imp until we were even.
Then, with that out of the way, to suck and fuck each other into
the next life.

I could tell my dick wasn't going to faint.  From the thoughts I
was having, it was practically tenting the sheet.  My hand
automatically wrapped around it.  I threw back the sheet and
stroked it for all I was worth.

I stopped when I felt Todd stirring, but I didn't try to hide
what I was doing.  I did feel a blush come across my face, but I
let him look and realize what I'd been up to.  He stared and
smiled.  Then, he moved to place himself between my legs, and
gawked at my bone.  What normally would have been an
uncomfortable silence was arousing and soothing to me.

Todd positioned himself so our dicks touched.  He took his hand
and squeezed them gently together--and my clear, thin precum
lubricated the space between them.  Both of us had our heads
down, staring at our similar-looking brother-dicks--one fully
hard and obviously close to climax, the other, getting hard fast.

My hot, young brother slowly slid his dick back and forth against
mine, giving it the friction that made his hungry, 14-year-old
dick hotter and harder.  It was amazing--except for a slight
difference in size, our cocks were identical.  Todd gave a sudden
shout at the extreme pleasure he was feeling.  We looked up at
each other and smiled.  He hadn't cum yet.

"You're hot, Todd."

"You."

"Shit."

I had to keep from drooling.  I put my hand idly at his pubes,
letting one finger trace a zigzag pattern there.  I added my hand
to his, and thought I'd help squeeze, then I rubbed his dick
wherever bare skin was available.  I admired the perfection of
his smooth skin and tight muscles--when I wasn't totally taken by
the sight and the idea of seeing his dick hard.  Finally his
precum started, and we had some fun with that.  Todd squirted
some of his on the head of my dick, and he slid his finger around
the head.  He had the most playful, silly grin.  I was tempted to
tie him up and play hooky.

For a while, all was well, until Todd pulled his hand away and
blushed deeply.  His sigh was the only break in the silence.  At
that point, my brother never looked at me--he just climbed off
the bed.  That was the end of our fun.

I was stunned, sad, mad, crushed, enraged, deflated, all at once.
My eyes sadly followed Todd to my bathroom.  I couldn't talk--I
couldn't even think of what to say.  I cringed as I heard the
sound of the bathroom door closing--effectively shutting me out,
at least figuratively.  Then the shower water began to run.

The sound of the water reminded me of the flow of precum on my
dick, which hadn't slowed down, and I stroked my hungry cock to
eight, record-high squirts of cum--the kind I liked--that you
could hear when they landed on your chest.  'I'll probably shoot
my load on the ceiling if we play like this again,' I thought.

The shower water was still running.  Then, I started kicking
myself--for not being more aggressive and making him suck me.  I
pushed that thought down.  I was almost ok with me doing things
to Todd--sucking him off, rubbing his little-brother body,
thinking about other things I might do--but I guess I wasn't
ready to face my desire to have Todd do those things to me.  My
dick was, though.

It made me nauseated to think I might have my brother do
something to me that would gross him out.  Tears streamed from my
cheeks.  I wiped them quickly, to make sure Todd didn't suddenly
open the bathroom door and see them.

My brother amazed me.  He emerged from the bathroom fully dressed
for school, and I hadn't seen him take any clothing into the
bathroom.  I shouldn't have been surprised by the fact that he
was already dressed for school, because his bus came way before
mine.

Todd's junior-high building was on the same campus as my high
school building, and during the school day we could catch glances
of each other, from time to time.

There was one change of class where we met--going in opposite
directions--gym class.  Todd would be getting out of gym, and I'd
be headed for the locker room, so I could start gym.  We always
said hello, at least, and smiled.  Because of his recent height
increase, Todd now seemed too big to be in junior high school.

Todd surprised me again by stopping at the foot of my bed, and
just staring at me.  I felt a little strange, still naked in bed,
and facing a fully-dressed younger brother.  It was hard to tell
what he was thinking.  His eyes looked studious.

"Well," I said, "what do you think?"

"What do I think about what, Pete?" Todd said innocently.

"About last night!"

Todd looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Seeing Todd's reaction, I began to feel that I had somehow
slipped into another dimension where reality twists and bends.
"Todd, are you ok?"  I was actually wondering if I was ok.

"Yeah, Pete.  I . . . I gotta go."

And before I knew it, my brother was gone.

I stayed in bed a few minutes, then got up, and had just stepped
into the bathroom when I heard Todd's bus pull away.  That was
never a particularly notable moment to me in the past, but today
when I heard the bus engine wind up and get distant, I felt a
rock in my stomach--wanting his tight little erection back in my
hand, and maybe some other places; picturing Todd carried off by
a cold, impersonal bus--wanting to pull him back, and hug him.

Getting Todd to cooperate in any of my sex fantasies was going to
take more work than I thought.  I just had to find a way to make
him less inhibited.

                         - - - - - -

It was one of the last days of school before summer break, but it
dragged on, unmercifully.  At gym time, I didn't see Todd on the
path.

I found out why, when I got to the locker room.  Todd was just
coming out of the shower--naked, of course--with one of those
half-erections that the junior-high boys get all the time.
That's all I needed to see, and my dick stood at attention.  What
mode it worse was that behind Todd, one of the freshly-showered
boys was totally hard, trying to ignore it, desperately hoping
that would lead others to ignore it.  At least I could hide my
boner, now--I was fully dressed and had my gym bag with me.

We smiled weakly at each other, so as not to make a scene in
front of Todd's friends.

Todd was the picture of sensual, boyish, manly perfection.  His
towel gracefully framed his body and emphasized his naked dick,
as if a professional photographer had arranged the fabric for
maximum sensuality.

That arrangement disappeared as Todd began to dry himself,
standing in his sexy, come-suck-me-off-and-maybe-I'll-do-you
pose.  I don't think my brother actually thought that, but that's
what he made me think of, when he stood that way.  And this was
the first time I'd seen that incredible stance while Todd was
naked.

"Hi, Pete," he said with his usual, casual smile, which looked
almost playful, this time.  He had straight, white teeth--giving
his mouth a happy, welcoming look that just begged for a tongue
to be slipped in.  I was shaking with excitement and lust for
him.  My throat felt dry and tense.

"Hi, Todd," I said, embarrassed that my voice seemed to stick--
reminding me of when I was Todd's age, and my voice would crack.
His voice hadn't fully dropped, but I don't remember my brother's
voice ever cracking.  Maybe the smooth skin and smooth voice were
linked, somehow.

I was a little early for gym, so I sat on the bench by my locker,
while the last of the 13 and 14-year-olds finished up.  I saw a
few of them naked as they came out of the shower, but none had a
dick as big or nice as my brother's--and they weren't as cute,
either.

Todd wrapped himself in the towel, and went up the main aisle to
his locker.  I resisted the temptation to follow him to his
locker and watch him take off that towel, and get dressed.
Barely resisted, that is.

I stripped and sat, facing my locker, daydreaming of sucking
Todd's hot dick and making love to his balls.  I could almost
feel and taste him in my mouth.

I liked sitting naked in the locker room.  I knew I was early,
and had about ten more minutes before any of my gym class would
arrive, so I hadn't expected this junior-high kid, apparently the
last of the bunch--naked, half wet, and fresh from the shower--to
plop himself down, sitting a few feet of me.

He opened his locker, pulled out his gym bag, then he stood up,
looked at me, and blushed.  Until then, I was oblivious to my
boner.  Now I suddenly knew I was erect, and realized the kid
probably blushed, noticing that I was hard.  There was no one
else around.

I turned toward the kid, smiling and looking at him.  I thought
he was pretty hot-looking.  I could see, he immediately started
to get hard after I looked at him, and he went into what looked
like a whole-body blush.  I stared down, grinning at his
thickening, lengthening penis, then back up at him.  I had to
admit this kid had a very cute smile, which never left his face.
And his dick was getting hard in record time.

But it was clear that the kid was embarrassed.  It must have been
difficult for him--a cute, sexy, 13 or 14-year-old boy, standing
in front of his locker, getting a hardon in front of a 17-year-
old boy that he'd just met, who was also good-looking and getting
stiff-dicked--and all the while I'm staring at his man-tool, and
shooting him happy glances.  He turned away a few times, only to
turn back again.  I guess it was obvious he didn't want to keep
his eyes off me for too long.  That was fine with me.  The kid
had a gorgeous dick, among other things--and it was a healthy
size--at least as big as Todd's, if not mine.

I wanted to have a little fun with him.  I put my hand on my
boner, and let one finger rub up and down its length, while the
kid watched.

He must have liked that a lot.  It seemed like he got weak and
almost lost his balance as he watched me do that to myself.  I
could see him steady himself by holding on to his locker.  His
dick throbbed.  His precum started to flow already.  I guess
maybe this boy had an instant lust-crush on me.  I thought he
wasn't bad either--and if it weren't for Todd, I might try
something interesting with this kid, instead of just playing with
him.  The cute little guy was practically shaking now--his body
beet red, his dick pointing to the ceiling, precum dripping, and
his eyes glued to me.

I spread my legs just a little more, and grabbed my dick,
stroking it like I was jacking off, but 10 times slower than an
actual wank.  I caught a glance of my dick, and I thought I
looked damn hot, doing that.

I guess the kid thought so, too, because as he stared back at me,
blushing worse than ever, his knees started to give way, and he
put one knee out against the locker frame to steady himself,
still standing.  His left hand had a vice-grip on the edge of his
locker.  His right hand went to his dick.

I smiled and nodded.

I guess the kid took that as a signal, and leaned his torso into
his open locker.  Now I couldn't see very much of his hardon, and
I wondered why he'd pushed half his body into the locker, since
he'd already given me free eye-access to his cock.

Soon, it became clear.  The kid began to masturbate.  I guess the
locker was just a handy place to shoot, because he really didn't
try to hide what he was doing.  As a matter of fact, he pulled
himself back and glanced over at me--giving me a great view of a
boy-dick that was too big for the boy, and being very sensuously
stroked--until his knees gave out almost all the way, and he
grunted sweetly and breathlessly into his locker, carefully using
the wet towel to catch the result of his self-pleasure--as he
held on to his locker for dear life.

I had the mystical pleasure of watching his cute boy-butt blush
of itself, and otherwise react to his wanking, and all the
effects and aftereffects of his gripping, young climax.

I continued to stare, as the permanently-blushing boy cleaned
himself off with his towel.  His occasional glances over to me
were met with the same smile I'd given him all along.  I squeezed
my dick and got some precum to flow out and fall to the floor.  I
licked my lips to prompt him, and sure enough, the kid licked his
lips.

The shaken boy finally looked away and sat down--his head in
hand--as if to say, 'What did I do?!'

"You made my day," I said soothingly to the kid--totally
forgetting what I was doing, myself.  Now I was dying inside--
freaking out--wondering how I could have made such a stupid
mistake and say that to him.  I know I blushed badly, but this
seemed to perk up the kid, who got his cute smile back, and stood
up to dress.

His eyes said 'thank you,' although he was silent, and seemed to
blush very badly as he faced his locker--maybe having second
thoughts about what he'd just done.

I started to dress for gym, making a bit of a show of putting my
jock on over my hardon, and rubbing it gently.  That definitely
got his attention again.  I was stunned when the kid put a piece
of paper on the bench as he left.  It was his name and phone
number.  "SHAWN BRADFORD 006-3737"  He left the locker room by a
side door.  'Cool name,' I thought.  Hot boy.

I had no time to feel guilty because the loud thud of one of my
group slamming the door open told me it was time to move my ass.

Funny though, all through gym class, I kept thinking of the
incident at my locker--only it was Todd instead of the kid.  I
was glad jocks were mandatory, because my dick was hard for most
of the gym class.

                         - - - - - -

After school, I was shocked to see Todd waiting for my bus.  He
always took his own bus home.  I don't remember Todd ever missing
his bus before, but I guessed that's what had happened.

'At least we'll get home together, and I'll make sure he doesn't
jack off,' I thought.  I had this image of me licking my little
brother to such a high state of arousal that he just squealed;
then I would imagine licking just the tip of his penis until he
begged for release.  It was one of the things I'd read on one of
the web sites--a thing I found so powerful and compelling.

Todd and I finally met up, said our greetings, and waited for the
bus to pull in.

We didn't wait long.  As we were getting on the bus, from the
corner of my eye, I saw Shawn.  He looked even cuter than when I
saw him in the locker room.  I still couldn't believe this hottie
blushed like a little boy and jerked himself off in front of me.
My dick twinged.

Shawn was walking.  Judging by where he was, and the direction
he'd come from, I guessed he'd been part of the crowd waiting for
this bus, but now he was walking away from it.

I thought it was weird that Todd was waiting for my bus, but to
see Shawn there, too--that was too much.

I guess Todd saw the kid at about the same time I did, because he
was looking in that direction with furrowed brows.

"Todd, do you see that kid in the red jacket?  Do you know him?"

"Yeah--that's Shawn Bradford," Todd whispered after we took our
seats and had some privacy, "Why--do you know him, too?"  There
was no way that I wanted Todd to know that I knew this kid.

"No.  No, I don't," I said very softly, "but . . . I just noticed
him--I swear he was waiting for this bus, just a few minutes
ago."  I hated lying to my brother.  "See Todd?  Now he looks
like he's running away scared, don't you think?" I said with my
heart pounding.

When Todd said 'Shawn Bradford' my heart had jumped, because all
I could think of was the sexy show the genuinely-embarrassed kid
put on for me, and I could still see his name on that piece of
paper.

"Yeah, that's weird," Todd said, "I thought he was waiting for
this bus, too, but he's just walking back toward school, now."

Then I started to think and feel guilty--maybe Shawn wanted a bus
ride with me--maybe more--and lost hope of doing that when he saw
Todd.  I wondered if Shawn knew Todd was my brother, or maybe he
thought Todd was 'my boy,' or something.  I felt bad for Shawn,
thinking that he might have had hopes of doing something with me,
and maybe I crushed them--especially if he thought that Todd and
I were 'seeing' each other.

I was concerned now, thinking Todd might be studying my face, and
reading everything I had done with Shawn--or thought about him.
I needn't have worried--Todd was miles away, looking across the
aisle, out the window of the bus.

After the bus really got going, I carefully positioned myself,
and slid my hand under Todd's thigh, so no one could see.  I had
fun watching my brother squirm uncomfortably, as he got a very
stiff, stubborn, pounding, cute-ass-kid-14-year-old-boner--the
kind that once you get, you can't get rid of--which he had no way
of hiding until he stood up and retrieved his books from the
compartment above.  On the other hand, I had a long sweater.

Another daydream--a fantastic image--came to me.  Todd was naked,
sitting in my lap, with my pole shoved all the way up his hot,
little-brother ass.  It was especially realistic because I had a
very insistent hardon.  It made my cock throb, imagining I was
slapping his naked thighs and telling him to go faster and
deeper--watching his cute butt bounce up and down, making my dick
disappear inside his tight hole, and then me pushing up, hard,
lifting him--to let him know it was his brother's thick cock that
was shoved up inside him.  This put me in a very aggressive mood.

"You stay glued to me when we get home," I said quietly.

Todd just nodded, wide-eyed, which was encouraging.

"Good boy," I said quietly.  Again, he made no complaint when I
called him 'boy,' which surprised and pleased me again.

"But what about my boner?" Todd whispered.  "I gotta cover it
when I get my books.  I need to use your sweater.  My books are
in the top compartment."

"Tough.  If you move fast enough, no one will notice."  Of
course, he'd have to stand up to retrieve his books.

"Come on, Pete--PLEASE?"

"Ok, Todd--but it'll cost ya."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out after we get home."

Our stop came, and I gave Todd the sweater.  He held it carefully
in place while he stood up and got his books.

With my jock on, I didn't really need the sweater, but took it
back from him when his books were all he needed to hide his bone.
It was definitely a hardon that a boy his age would blush over,
and take desperate measures to cover up.  I had this incredible
fantasy that his pants ripped, and his dick popped into public
view.  My own dick about snapped out of my jock, just thinking
about that.

When we got to the front door of the house, I fumbled with my
key.  "Give me your books, Todd."  After he did, I stared him
down.  His pants had to be tenting at least 4 inches, which made
Todd's hardon visible at 200 feet.  "Todd--go walk to the street
and back again."

"No way!"

"Todd!" I said, and gave him a look that made him cringe.

I watched my cute little brother from behind as he made his way
up the walkway to the street, turned, and walked back to me,
toward the house.  His face was so red, I would have laughed if
he weren't so sexy looking.  Besides, I had forced him to do
that, and that stimulated me in a way I can't describe, except to
say that's one of the ways I always picture him--in some public
place--with a boner that makes his little-brother dick tent his
pants a good four inches.  Of course he's being watched, so he
can't touch or adjust himself--which makes his embarrassment
worse, and his face redder.  Finally, some really little kid,
points to Todd's bulge, and says, 'What's that, mommy?'  I would
do anything to see that fantasy come true.

By the time Todd reached the front door I'd made up my mind what
I wanted to say to him.

"Good job, boy."  Then, I closed the storm door, but left the
wooden door open.  "Take off all those clothes.  Now."

"Pete--right here?"

"RIGHT HERE!"

"But only the glass door is closed," Todd said.  He was
complaining, but taking his clothes off at the same time.

"So?"

"So--anyone walking by could see me.  Come on, Pete!"

"SLAP!"  I slapped his naked butt with my hand, as hard as I
could.

"OW!" Todd said meekly but painfully, trying to show restraint
and respect.

"Socks, too.  Let's go, little boy.  Move it."

"SLAP!"

"OW!"

It was the moment I'd waited for--just sitting back and watching
my 14-year-old brother blush and strip slowly for me.  I drooled
as each smooth-skinned, perfect part of him was uncovered.  He
nervously kept glancing out the door, to see if anyone had seen
him.  This started a whole new round of blushing.  As his dick
sprung up and bounced, I could feel the precum in my pants.

I pulled Todd away from the door and closed it.  I decided it was
time to make Todd pay for the privilege of using my nice, long
sweater to cover his boner while retrieving his books on the bus.

"Hey, boy," I said, "You used my sweater to save face.  It's time
you got the punishment I promised."

"Yes, sir," Todd said reverently, looking down at the floor with
his head bent.

"You know something," I said with sudden suspicion, "You're being
awfully humble and cooperative--almost like this is too good to
be true, Todd.  So I wanna know what's up, before I whip a good
quarter-inch off your butt.  Of course, that was a figure of
speech.  There was no way I would ever do anything so gross to my
brother--or anyone else.

"Well," Todd said, surprised, practically falling into a chair,
frightened.

"Well, bullshit.  Stand up and face me, Todd."  I'd forgotten I
was going to call him boy, again.  'Next time,' I thought.

Todd obeyed, and faced me head on.

"Ok, boy," I said threateningly, "just where did you get the idea
to act this way and say these things, and call me sir--"

"No--I--I just," Todd said, looking very frightened and beginning
to blush.

"Oh, yeah--that's it," I said--an idea beginning to form.  "You
snooped!  You've gone to my computer and went to the
domination/master/slave web sites I visited.  Well, fuck that!
I'm your big brother and I thought I had your respect and
privacy!"  I laid it on really thick.  I didn't go for the
extreme sites, those were gross.

Todd was in tears, and blushing the darkest purple I'd ever seen.
His crying was almost sobbing.  "Pete--please, please--I'm sorry!
I just wanted to . . . wanted to--"

"Spit it out!  'Wanted to' WHAT?" I said, using my angry eyes to
drill into Todd's face.  His emotional pain was palpable.

My brother's sobbing deepened, and he struggled with the words.
"Wanted to . . . to make you happy . . . so you would want me!"
he said, and slid to the floor in a heap.

"WHAT?" I yelled, "What do you mean, Todd?  LOOK at me!"

He tipped his head enough to qualify as looking at me--if he
could see through his tears, that is.  "You know what I mean", he
said, "I wanted you to want me.  I wanted you so bad," Todd said,
barely able to get the words out.  I couldn't believe what I was
hearing, but I knew my brother--in my heart, I knew he was
telling the truth.  There was no doubt.

"Holy shit," I said, mostly to myself, then I went toward Todd,
taking his hands and lifting him up into a hug.  "You pervert."

"What," Todd said, sounding hurt.

"You cute little brother-pervert," I said, loving the shit out of
him.

"Oh . . . . yeah," my big little brother said smiling.

"Shit--no wonder you didn't complain about how I've been treating
you--if you read those sites.  Did you read the slave's pledges?"

"Yes.  I mean, yes, sir."

"I figured you must've read those."

"Those were a turn-on, Pete."

"Wait a second!" I said, a key point dawning on me, "This means
you read my NOTES, too."

"Yeah," Todd said meekly, with his head shrinking into his
shoulders, like a scared turtle.  "Wait!  Please, Pete--don't be
mad.  They helped me."

"WHAT?" I said, "helped you HOW?  Those were PRIVATE!  Besides--I
wanna know how it's gonna help ME!"

"Pete--wait.  I know what you've been mad about, now.  It's that
. . . that I've never been spanked as hard as you.  And . . . and
the times I got you in trouble, and you got your butt beat, bad."

"You little shit!" I said, lunging at him.  My notes were all
about Todd and my resentment that I was the one that got all the
painful spankings and Todd seemed to get the soft-glove
treatment.

Todd sidestepped, keeping himself out of my path.

"No, Pete!" he yelled.  "I'm sorry!  Please wait!  I'm ready for
it.  I know you wanna give it to me good--and . . . and . . . I
deserve it.  I want you to do it now--or . . . well, or whatever
you--"

"Bullshit, Todd!  That's just fantasy-world stuff.  In real life,
the strap and all that stuff--they hurt bad, real bad--and you
don't know what that's like.  You're not ready for that!"

"Wanna bet?" Todd said--somehow with his usual cheekiness plus
some humility mixed in.  "I got a cane under my bed," he
continued, more humbly, "I've been practicing with it.  I know
it's gonna hurt."  Todd's voice and eyes were almost pleading
with me.

"You hurt yourself with it?"

"Yeah."

Again I knew he wasn't lying.  "Go get the cane, boy, and bring
it here."

While Todd was gone, I thought about all the new possibilities,
now that I knew he'd read those sites.  Still--this seemed too
good to be true:  My younger brother, that I've been wanting to
spank to right the wrongs; my little brother who, in my mind,
I've fucked hard, until his little hole was sore.  And it was ME
that was taking his virginity.  Plus, I was going to train him to
make sure he loved my dick up his ass--this little brother now
wanted all the things I'd been dreaming about.

The mystery of it all was that I wanted to give him pleasure,
too.  I even imagined turning the tables and letting Todd fuck
me.  I wasn't hung up on protocol or hyper-masculinity, I wanted
him to have a good time, too.  I decided I wasn't going to abuse
him, but I would spank him enough to make him happy, and to see
justice done.  Then maybe some day in the future, I'd tie him up
and see how far I could push him--his limits, as the sites said.

"Good job, boy," I said, "Wow--the cane PLUS the paddle."  I
hadn't expected the paddle, too.  "These are some of the best
tools for training a boy--especially a bad boy, like you!"

We both knew Todd wasn't a bad boy, but that was the lingo of the
master/slave sites--so I knew Todd knew exactly what I meant,
calling him that.

"Yes, sir," Todd said, kneeling and handing me the tools.

I swung the cane to make a whipping sound in the air.

"By my calculation, you get several long, painful strappings, at
least four canings, and a very long, hard session with the paddle
and my hand.  If you're not willing to take it all, boy, game's
over," I said, pushing my luck, but having confidence that my
little brother was already a dedicated submissive.

"No!  No!  Ok--I'll take it all--anything."

"Good," I said.  "Smile."

Todd's grin was especially earthy and sexy.

"You want it for real, don't you, bro."

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

Todd's face screwed up for a moment, then relaxed.  "I wanna
please you.  Besides--the times I caned myself, that made me
hard.  And . . . I guess I wanna prove I can take it like a man."

"Oh yeah, little brother!  You're gonna get lots of chances to
prove that.  LOTS!"

I pulled Todd down on the bed with me.  I wanted some lovemaking,
but deliberately said nothing, to see what he'd do.

At first, Todd stood up again, so I did too.  He stared at my
dick, and began to bend over at the waist--bringing his head
slowly closer to his intended target--my aching bone.  Then he
stood, to look at me.

"Are you sure you want it?" I asked, looking intently into his
eyes.

"Your dick?" he said innocently, "Yes."

"Suppose I said you can't touch it?"

"Please Pete--I want it so bad, I--"  His eyes melted my heart.

"Go ahead, Todd," I said warmly, running a finger over the top of
his head, loving his silky hair.  "Don't let me slow you down."

"Mmm," he said.

I just kept my eyes glued to my little brother, whose mouth was
drooling as he bent over again, and got closer to my stubborn
hardon.  I kept an eye on Todd's pulsing pole, too, and wondered
exactly how I would satisfy it.  "Come on, boy--don't you wanna
suck it?  You don't have to if you don't want to."

Suddenly, my little brother moaned a moan of desire, draped his
arms behind me over my butt-cheeks, and dropped to his knees.
Todd's mouth was inches from my aching cock.  From the smile on
his face, I knew this was going to be good.

Then the moment came, and his mouth touched my hardness, and his
lips slid halfway down my dick.  His hot mouth was incredible.

"Watch your teeth; press your tongue against it, tighter; do it
faster; take more of it in your mouth," I said.  Seconds later,
it hit me--my hot little brother was blowing me.  Just the
thought had my head spinning.

I turned and got on my back, forcing him to lay on his stomach,
so I could see my little brother's incredible butt--the butt I
was soon going to make very, very red.

"Slow down, boy!" I yelled.

Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com.  I'm dying to write the
next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first.
Thanks.   --Pete

I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the
end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note.  :-)
RYTE A NOWT.

Dom6789@hotmail.com      (If you wrote to me, see below.)
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**** EMAIL ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS & THANK-YOUS ****

Good job with the email!  You guys shamed me into getting chapter
3 out when I did.  <GRIN.>  (I was going to take another week or
so to work on it.)  Just one thing . . . well, hmmm--I'm glad you
like Todd a lot and think he's real sexy--he is, and that's good.
But Pete (that's me, remember?) is a really good-looking dude,
too--who happens to have fabulous medium-brown hair and gorgeous
brown eyes that sometimes look green.  <Sniff, pout.>  Ok, those
who can 'hear,' will know what I said.  HERE ARE MY ONE-ON-ONE
REPLIES TO YOUR EMAILS:

43GM_from_B.:  Thanks for your comments.

AJ:  Thanks for the good comments.
Alex:  Thank you.  Don't drive if those thoughts get distracting.
Allan:  Thanks--glad you liked.

Ben:  Great comments.  Glad you liked.
Ben:  I'm glad he's everything you would have wanted in a
      brother.  Thanks for the compliments.
Benjie:  Thanks for your comment.
Benni:  Great comments--thanks.  Can't answer your question.  :-)
Billy B:  Thanks for the comment and strong appreciation.
Bill G:  Great comment, thanks.
Bob:  Thank you for good comments and sending ideas.
Bobby:  Glad you liked.  Thanks.
Brandon:  Really wonderful comments and analysis.  Thank you.
Brendan:  Thanks for writing.
Brian:  Glad you're lovin' it.  Thanks.

CDYR:  Nice comment, thanks.  Your question--answer is no.
Ch___:  Very nice--thanks for the good compliments.
Chaz:  Super comments and suggestion.  Thanks.
Chlt:  Great compliment, thanks.
Christopher:  Comments--so fine!  Thank you.
Clay:  Thanks for the nice compliment and ideas.

Dan:  Thanks--great comments.
Dan D:  Thanks so much for the great praise and your heartwarming
        story.  I hope Pete & Todd can fill some blanks for you.
Dan F:  Thanks for your comment--even though it's not your usual.
Danny L:  Thanks so much.  Ok, here's the latest chapter.  Wow--
          can you tell me more about that relationship?
Donna:  Mwah!  Thanks for the great compliment.

FC:  Thanks for the good comment.
Fred:  Thanks--great comments and nice suggestions.  If I answer
       your question, I'll give too much away.  Hang in there--
       you can do it.

Galileo:  Thanks for the encouragement.
George:  Thanks for your comment.
George:  Thanks for your comments.  No, it wasn't exactly show
         and tell.

JAG:  Thanks for your comment.
JC B:  Great comments.  Thanks for the ideas, too.
JCC:  Many thanks--glad you enjoyed.  Answer to your question is
      no.  I'd love to hear more of the stuff you talked about.
John D:  Wow, dude--fantastic email.  Thanks.
Jos:  Glad you liked--very nice comments--thanks.  I'll be
      reading some of yours, soon.

KCsP__:  Thanks for the fine comments.  I like your idea, too.
KissA:  Thanks for the great advice.  I'll read some of yours for
        sure.
Knot...:  Thanks for your comment.

Larry:  Glad you like.  Thanks for sharing.
Lyric:  Thank you for your encouragement.  Hope you liked what
        they did (in chapter 2, 3).

Marcus:  Thanks for your comments.
Marcus:  I'm not sending notices, but there will be more.
Mark:  Super email, Mark.  Thanks for the comments and ideas.
Mic:  Super comments; thanks for revealing the personal side
Michael:  Great email, fantastic compliments.  Thank you.  Things
          WILL heat up, of course.  :-)
Mike:  Thank you.  Glad you thought it was hot.  This story is a
       little different from the usual brother plots, so it may
       not happen that way.
Mikey(Tny):  Glad you're intrigued and you like it.  Thanks.
Mikey:  Great comments--thanks.
MRZ...:  Thank you for your comment.
Murph:  Thanks.  Glad you're a fan.

Neil:  Thanks for the good comments.
Nick(Cali):  Thanks for your good comments.  Hope you saw chapter
             2, 3 by now.
Nick5____:  Good comments, thanks for the suggestion, too.
NicM:  Thanks for your comment.

Perry:  Thanks for the nice comments.
PeteIII:  Thanks for your comment.

Randy:  Thanks.  Glad I could help.
Raymond:  Thanks so much.  Thanks for sending ideas, too.
Ron:  Thanks for the comments.
Ryan:  Thanks for the great comment.  I agree.

Scott:  Thanks for the comments.
Starv...:  Thanks for the comment.

TCB:  Glad you're liking--thanks.
Terry:  Nice comment--thanks.
Todd P:  Thanks for your comment.  (GREAT name!)
Tony:  Super comments--thanks so much.
Tony-(Gu...):  Thanks.  Sorry, can't answer that question, but
               it's a good one.  :-)

Unic:  Thanks for your comment.

Zust:  Thank you for your praise.

YOU GUYS ARE ALL FANTASTIC, THANKS!
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