Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 16:57:25 -0500
From: brian D. <sick1geclipse@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Italian Brothers

This is my second story, feel free to email me with comments, etc.  Standard
disclaimer BS goes here.  This is a fictional story based on real
characters.  It's a fantasy. Second Installment coming soon along with the
third part to my other story, "Extra Credit" found in High School.


"We're here," Greg said as the old Mercedes pulled into the driveway.  He
shut the engine off and started to get out of the car.  "No shit," Zach
replied, irritated at his older brother's more-than-obvious statement that
they were home.  They were just getting home from baseball practice.  They
walked in the door to find the house mostly dark, and no one home.  There
was a note on the kitchen table. "Business dinner, back late.  Sebastian
with baby sitter."  Sebastian was their third sibling, only 5 years old.
"Well that's convenient," Greg said as he crumpled up the note and threw it
in the trash can.  They both began up the stairs to their rooms, the younger
behind the older.  Zach remained two or three steps behind his brother,
watching his ass in the tight baseball pants as he walked up the steps.
	Zach had never told anyone that he was gay, and certainly not his brother,
for fear of the ridicule that would follow.  Zach was a 16 year old
sophomore, his brother a senior.  Despite being younger, Zach was a bit
bigger than Greg.  They both had dark hair and eyes, along with tan skin,
that went with their strong Italian heritage.  Zach's hair was always short
and neat, while Greg's tended to grow a little bit longer, but right now it
was about the same length.  They reached the top of the stairs and turned
down the hall way, passing the study, the bathroom, and their parent's room,
and the guest room, before finally getting to Greg's.  He tossed his stuff
in and turned on the light, as Zach went along to his own.  "You getting a
shower?" Greg said as he began to undo his baseball shirt.  "Yeah, I was
planning on it," Zach said, going into his own room. "Well, I'm going
first," Greg said as he pulled off his shirt followed by his undershirt.
"Like hell!"  Zach returned to his own doorway, his own shirt unbuttoned, to
find Greg shirtless and stripping still.  "Well, I'm older, so get over it,"
he snapped, half jokingly half not, as he kicked off his cleats and began to
undo his pants.  Zach couldn't help but stare at his older brother's smooth,
firm chest, well defined arms, and strong legs.  "Besides, I'm better
looking." "Keep telling yourself that," Zach said as he went back into his
room, thinking better than to keep staring, and decided to let his brother
have his way.  Despite being younger, Zach was taller and heavier than Greg
was.  Zach was about 5'8", while Greg was only about 5'6".  He also weighed
more at about 190, while Greg put in at about 165, although a lot of both
their weights was from muscle.   He sat down on his bed, untying his cleats
and tossing them on the floor, and removed his red knee socks.  He was
pulling off his jersey when his brother appeared in the doorway in nothing
but a pair of green boxers.  He had to force himself not to look at the
protrusion that presented itself just behind their fly.  "Whatever, just go
so I can get mine," he said looking away, as if he weren't interested.  He
looked back up to see Greg just disappearing from view.  He quietly went to
the doorway and watched him walk down the hall, trying to get a peak of
anything that may be bouncing around, but to little avail.  He had longed
for some kind of sexual misadventure with him for several years, but always
knew it would never happen, so he kept them to himself.  He pulled his
undershirt off, followed by his baseball pants.  Knowing where his brother
was and no one else was home, he didn't bother to close his door.  He was
trying to get his clothes off quickly, as his slowly fattening cock wouldn't
feel too comfortable in his tight jock.  He slipped out of his Under Armor
shorts.  Looking down at his own pride, still encased in the jock strap, he
grazed his hand over it as it continued getting firmer.  He felt sack,
imagining it someone else, anyone else, then promptly pulled it off, freeing
his cock from its prison.  He focused his thoughts elsewhere to get it go
away.  He wanted to jack off, but decided to keep it for his shower.  Once
he had gone down enough, he slipped into a pair of white boxer briefs that
did a good job of announcing his manhood.  He laid down on his bed,
stretched out, thinking about various things, when the water stopped in the
bathroom.  He jumped up, ready for his shower and possibly hoping to see
something.  Last time they had seen each other naked, Zach was 10 and Greg
was 12, and they had been forced to shower together.  Zach hadn't started to
develop at that point, but as his memory served, Greg had, and he was pretty
well sized at the time, for a 12 year old.  He walked down the hallway
towards the bathroom, still in nothing but his underwear, clutching his
deodorant in one hand.  He approached the door, debating on opening it, but
decided not to disturb his brother's privacy.  He paced back to his
brother's door and turned back, and on his second step the bathroom door
opened.  Greg walked out, still soaking wet, towel around his waist and
nothing more.  Zach's eyes shot to his crotch, hoping for a slip in the
towel or something, anything.  All he got was a decently sized bulge as his
brother walked.  He darted his eyes away quickly, hoping not to get caught.
He looked up to find Greg looking at Zach's region, which was more
predominant than his own.  "Jesus, put that thing away!" he said, again half
jokingly, half not.  Greg slapped his brother on the stomach as they passed,
and again Zach's eyes darted downward quickly, but saw little.  "Don't
worry, it'll all be out in a second," as he walked into the bathroom, and
shut the door.