Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 01:18:03 +0000
From: Joshua Freeman <jjfreeman42@gmail.com>
Subject: Josh and James

This story is entirely fictional any characters relating to anyone living
or dead is entirely coincidental
now that is out of the way I would like to say this is my first story so
don't be too harsh any feedback is welcome at

JJFreeman42@gmail.com

If the feedback is positive I will continue with a series and will take suggestions... Enjoy!

     James had never really fitted in. He always had an awkward air about
him, a shyness, which was only lifted when around he was around people he
was close to. He didn't have many friends at school but he had enough and
got by. Like any 16 year old boy he was highly hormonal and at the closing
end of puberty.  He wasn't particularly athletic but had a slim, lightly
toned figure which was one thing he prided himself on.

     Josh was the popular one; the true big brother. He had plenty of
friends, a girlfriend, an amazing body and he was on his way to a largely
successful career. Josh made a habit out of visiting the gym several times
a week and often took his brother James with him; the consequence was a
well-defined body and lots of female attention. At 18 years of age the
world was at his feet, an open road, but he would choose an unpredictable
path; one that would keep him closer to home.

     Eight years back a tragedy struck the Bishop household, Josh and
James's father died in a car crash.  The two of them were brought up by
their mother, however having to support two children by herself meant
keeping herself busy, she was often out of the house on business trips or
at meeting and so the two brothers grew close and helped each other up.

    James arrived home from school and made his way into the kitchen. He
breathed a sigh of relief as he dropped his heavy bag and slipped off his
shoes and jacket. It was at this point he noticed a small yellow note on
the fridge. Called back to the office, won't be back till late tonight,
dinner's in the microwave love mum x.  A smile spread across James's face
he had the house to himself. There was no sign of Josh, he could be back at
any time but it was a risk he was willing to take.

    He began to run up the stairs. He had been growing his hair for some
time now, it was perfectly straight and curved around his cheeks, he gave
his head a swish and the dark brown hair flew out of his eyes once again
making his vision clear. He reached his bedroom. Slamming the door behind
him he flew onto his bed and began to unfasten his trousers. He let his
increasingly growing dick breathe in the air and continued to unbutton his
shirt. He grabbed his cock and began to pump his hand up and down
vigorously. His slim, hairless chest began to rise and fall more heavily as
his hand went from being easily visible to a blur. He gripped his bed
covers with his spare and hand and scrunched them up in his fist. He then
began to play with his nipples gently, first caressing them, then pinching
them and finally wetting his finger and rubbing them. If you could see into
James's mind it would be impossible to tell who he was fantasizing about he
envisioned one person then straight to another. James was bisexual; he
didn't have much preference as to who his mind would wander to. Boy or
Girl, Young or Old he was flexible.

     His pelvis thrust forward; he was getting close. He couldn't stop
himself. He audibly moaned with pleasure. Sweat dripped down his forehead
and slowly down his body. It was down to the final seconds. He stopped.  He
realised someone else was moaning; almost in time with his own.

     He ventured out onto the landing in his tight, white underwear which
gripped his body and easily showed his throbbing erection. The noise was
coming from the bathroom. The bathroom door was open a crack and James
forced himself to look inside. The room was full of steam but eventually he
managed to see through it. His brother Josh had his back to him. He was in
the shower furiously jerking off. James was shocked for a few moments but
then admired his brother's toned back.

     Josh had short, spiked hair. It was a light, muddy blond colour and
the same colour hair very lightly covered his entire body. He had a tattoo
on his right arm starting at his shoulder and covering most of his arm down
to his elbow. He was well built but not so much that he looked
unattractive. His ass was incredibly firm but comprised of two perfectly
shaped mounds and a tight, untouched, virgin hole. Again it was covered in
a very light layer of blond hair, hair that looked even more appealing when
wet.

     His moaning grew louder, his girlfriend had been particularly cruel
lately and had not been putting out which had forced him to masturbate on
an increasingly regular basis.

     James began to rub his erection through the soft material covering
it. He became lost in his desperate, forbidden fantasy, his attention now
focused entirely on one person. He pulled his cock out of his pants and
began to pump it harder and harder. Faster and faster. "Aaaaaahhhhh" he
groaned. Realising his mistake too late he opened his eyes to see his
naked, wet brother staring at him through the steam...

Nice Cliff-hanger eh??