Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 01:18:00 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Josh Gets Me Alone--A "Rogue Moon" story

			    JOSH GETS ME ALONE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "So, Mom, are you and Kate and Cindy going now?" Josh asked Mom. His
brown hair, eternally tousled, combined with his bright brown eyes to make
him seem almost dimwitted. He was so damned eager, I couldn't figure it
out. I would have thought he wanted to be left at home alone, except I was
going to be there. Far as that goes, he'd been alone at home a couple of
times since he'd come back from that weekend field trip he'd taken with his
soccer team and that hadn't ended it. He kept trying to talk Mom and Dad
into taking my sisters to the movies, or Mom to take my sisters somewhere
after school. I was never included in his plans, somehow.
     "We're leaving in a moment." Mom said kindly. "You sure you don't want
to come with us?"
     "No, Mom." Josh said.
     Mom looked at me. "How about you, Devon?"
     "He'll stay with me." Josh said before I could answer. Mom looked at
me and I shrugged, nodded agreement. Josh followed our exchange, beamed
approvingly when I went along with him on this.
     I couldn't figure it out. Something had happened on that field trip,
but I didn't know what. He and the rest of the team had gone to play an
away game all the way across the state, leaving on Friday and returning on
Sunday, and when he'd come back, the first thing my big, burly
sixteen-year-old brother had done was to give a great big hug, not to Mom
who loved hugs, not to Dad, not to my two sisters, but to me, his
fourteen-year-old younger brother. Then he'd rustled my hair in an
apparently-heartfelt fond way and said, "Hey, little bro, did you miss me?"
     "I guess." I said, rather dumbfounded.
     "Atta boy." he said to me, and then, only then, turned to Mom and gave
her a hug, one decidedly less ardent.
     He'd sat next to me in the car on the way back home, his arm around me
and his hand squeezing my shoulder. After a bit of that, I said, "Hey,
Josh, what is it?"
     "Can't a guy love his little brother?"
     "Yeah, but you never have before." I said.
     He laughed more than it deserved. "Well, that's going to change." He
declared. "From now on, Devon, you and me are pals."
     "Sure." I said, giving him a puzzled but willing grin. After all, who
doesn't want their older brother to like them?
     That had been three days ago, and it was now Wednesday afternoon. Mom
was going with my sisters to buy groceries and pick up some other
stuff. Dad wasn't due home until six o'clock. And Josh was acting like it
was his birthday.
     Josh almost pushed them out the door, and when they got in the car,
Josh leaned out the window to watch them pull away. "Whew!" he said to
me. "I didn't think I was ever going to get you and me alone."
     "Well, we're alone now." I said. "So now what?"
     "Now, Devon, you are going to find out what I found out on my trip."
Josh said. "Are you ready?"
     "I guess." I said.
     "Come on." he said. "We can go up to my room."
     "Okay, only, what's the big deal?" I said as I followed him.
     "It's a secret." he said.
     "So big a secret you couldn't whisper it to me?" I said.
     "It's not something you whisper." he said. "It's something I have to
show you."
     "So show me, already." I said.
     "When we get to my room." he said as he went up the stairs. "Come on,
we only have a couple of hours until Dad gets home."
     "All right, all right, sheesh!" I grumbled.
     We got into his room and I said, "Okay, where is it?"
     "Come sit down by me on the bed."
     I did and he put his arm around me. By now, he'd done it so much I'd
almost gotten used to it. Only this time, his other hand came over and
landed on my leg, too. "You know, you're getting awfully touchy-feely
lately." I said as I moved down to remove his hand from my leg.
     "It's part of what I'm going to show you." he insisted.
     "So show me already! Where is it? Is it under the bed?"
     "No, it's right here." He said and his hand slid up and onto my shorts
and he cupped my crotch in his hand and he gave me a gentle sort of
squeeze.
     "Hey, hey!" I said.
     "This is why I needed us to be alone." He said. "Now just calm down
and let me show you this. It's really neat, you'll see."
     "Well...okay." I said dubiously.
     "I really liked it when Scott and Craig did this to me." Josh said as
his hand began to sort of knead my groin. I mean his fingers were sort of
squeezing and letting go in alternate waves so that it wasn't painful at
all.
     I felt my cock stir under this stimulus and I said, "Hey, that feels
good."
     "It's going to feel even better." Josh whispered to me, in a low,
intimate, husky tone. "Let me take your shorts off."
     "Are you sure about this?" I asked him. "I mean, nobody plays with
each other anymore." Josh and I had done some grab-dick when we were
littler, but one night I had caught hold of his dick and he had pushed my
hand away, calling it "kid stuff." After that, the only hand that touched
my dick was my own...until now.
     "We were really stupid to stop doing that." Josh said firmly. "If we
hadn't stopped, we'd've figured out a whole lot more things we could do to
each other. That's what Scott and Craig taught me and that's what I'm going
to teach you."
     "Okay." I wasn't ready to argue. After all, we were all alone in the
house now. I began to see why Josh wanted us to be alone, if we made noise,
nobody would hear us. And there is a liberation felt by a teenaged boy at
being alone in the house. Just like the guy in that movie, you wanted to
just jump around and yelp with freedom! I had even done like that guy in
the movie, danced around in my underwear. Let me tell you, at first it's
fun, but after a few minutes, you feel kind of silly doing that. Then
you're ready to call your friends and get them to come over.
     While I was thinking all this, Josh had stood up and his hands went to
my waist. I was wearing shorts made out the same material as sweatpants, a
tie at my waist, which he pulled undone and then he was skinning them down,
leaving me with my briefs, my t-shirt and my socks. Then he reached back up
for my briefs and I caught his hands, squirmed. "Nu-uh!" I said.
     "Come on!" he said to me. "Let me get them off of you."
     "You first." I said.
     "Okay." He said to me. As I watched in surprise, my older brother
shucked off his t-shirt and pulled down his own shorts and stepped out of
them, stood on one leg to pull of his socks and I just sort of goggled at
his cock. It was stiff and pointing right at me, a thick glob of clear
precome oozing out and as he shifted to his other foot, it slid off his
cock and reached for the floor like a fat spider on a web, the strand
snapping, and then Josh stepped toward me and that long strand plastered
itself against his leg, unheeded by him.
     "Now for you." he said and as he reached for my briefs again, I didn't
move to stop him.
     I figured Josh wanted us to play with each other again. God knows my
hand was my best friend at night, me jerking myself every night and in the
morning, too, if I woke up early enough. I had been creaming my bedsheets
for the last four years or more. But you know, it never occurs to you that
your brother's sheets are just as jism-stiffened as yours are.
     While Josh shinnied my briefs off my legs, I realized that basic
underlying reality of life and my own dick got hard as a rock and I just
lay back, very ready to let my brother play with me all he wanted to.
     When his hand grabbed hold of my dick, I just moaned and said, "Yeah,
Josh, play with it for me."
     "Oh, that's just the start." Josh said and as I raised my head to
watch him, I saw him reaching for my cock with his face.
     "Are you going to kiss it?" I asked.
     It was all I could think of that Josh would be doing, putting his lips
right at my cockhead. And then he opened his lips and I watched him, gasped
in shock as he took my dick in his mouth.
     "Hah!" I gasped and then his lips caught hold and he gave a pull
upwards with them, my foreskin rippled over my glans and I gasped again,
"AH-HAH!" Very loudly, like that, it was a noise I didn't think I could
make and I was very glad Josh had waited until we were alone to do that to
me.
     His lips moved up and down and his warm mouth covered my cock and
pulled up on it and dove back down again and every motion was liquid
desire, better than my hand, better than my fantasies, better, damn it,
better! "Oh, oh, jeez!" I said. "That feels good!"
     Josh grinned around my cock and he milked at me some more, every
movement of his wringing delight out of my adolescent body, wrenching me
with pleasure, jolting me with desire, pelting me with passion!
     "Oh, uh, UGH-UH!" I moaned again and Josh turned loose.
     "Oh, uh, huh!" I panted loudly.
     "Man, I'd better stop or you'll cream right now." He said to me.
     "Please!" I said to him. "Do it some more, please! Don't stop!"
     "Oh, I won't." He assured me. "But cool down, little brother, we want
to make this last a while. You know how hard it is for us to get to be
alone."
     "We don't have to wait." I said to him. "I can start sleeping in here
with you."
     His hand caught my slicked-up dong and I crooned with pleasure at that
one touch. "That's what you think." He said. "You give up your room to come
sleep with me and Mom and Dad and Katy and Cindy are all going to ask us a
zillion questions. We'll have to sneak around, maybe find someplace where
they won't look for us. Or come up with a way that they'll all go out and
leave us alone every afternoon or something."
     "Please!" I begged him shamelessly. Now that I'd had my brother's
mouth on my dick, my hand wouldn't do at all! "Please, do it some more."
     "We will, little brother, only now it's your turn to do mine." He
said.
     I was delirious with my new-found joy, I was insensible to reason or
reticence, He climbed up on the bed and I grabbed his cock the moment it
came in my reach and he ended up on his knees beside me, me scrunched
around so I could get hold of him and I was stuffing his whanger into my
mouth.
     I had his example to guide my lust-besotted brain, I knew to use my
lips and not my teeth to hold on, to slurp at him with my saliva greasing
the way. Josh rewarded my amateur efforts by groaning in appreciation and
then he got hold of my pud again and he began to pound at me in earnest and
even that felt better than anything I'd ever done to myself. It's
different, and better, when someone else does the pulling!
     Josh began to heave louder and louder sighs of pleasure as I sucked on
his prong, and I got lots of salty taste in my mouth that seemed to
materialize there rather than leak out of his cockslit like it must have.
     "Oh, oh, Devon, stop now, stop!" He gasped after a time.
     I did, but only because he let go of my cock at the same time. "Now
what?" I asked him. Now I was like the obedient student, and him my
indulgent teacher.
     "Now it's time for the real action." He announced and I nearly jizzed
just at the sound of those words. There was more? How could there be? Ye,
gods, I was already half-mad with my new-found lust, this was like an
invitation to insanity and I was ready to fall right on in!
     "Okay." I said. "Tell me what to do, but hurry. I got to shoot pretty
soon."
     "You will, little brother." Josh said. "Don't you worry, you'll shoot
plenty!"
     "All right." I panted.
     I obeyed his instructions this time without question. I got onto the
bed on all fours, my legs apart and my head bent down, with Josh behind
me. I didn't have a clue what he intended to do, but whatever it was, I was
ready for him.
     What I got in my passion-riddled state was a hot dong pushing at my
asshole. And that felt good, too. I didn't question it beyond that point,
just it felt good and I moaned and pushed back against him as he pressed it
on in.
     There was pain in there, I know that, but it's funny how pain can sort
of vanish into pleasure at a time like that. If Josh had just taken me down
and fucked me, I would have been screaming. As it was, it was more like
something to be endured, like getting a shot by the school nurse. You put
up with it, it's not grown-up to cry, you wince and you hold still, for it
will be over soon.
     So Josh got his prick all the way inside of me before I even began to
feel any real pain. He ended up buried inside of me and I moaned, "Oh, God,
Josh!"
     "Just hold still, little brother." He said to me. "Just hold still."
     "All right." I lay with my head on my brother's bed, panting as his
cock filled my world. I heard his heavy breathing, and knew he was wanting
to move really bad, but he held still, too. Like we were waiting until
someone gave the word to "Go."
     "Go." my body told us. It said this by sort of relaxing all of a
sudden and now my brother's cock wasn't painful to me at all. He moved and
it hurt, but only a little, and he moved gently for me.
     After a few withdrawals and thrusts into me, my bowels were relaxed
and open for him. "I think you're ready now, little brother." Josh said.
     "Yeah." I breathed. "Go ahead now."
     He began to move steadily in me now. I wish I could describe how
different, how special, that first time was for me, how much my body gave
itself to my big brother willingly, how little pain there was to have my
butt turned into his fuck-hole like it was. There was an inevitability to
this moment, a time of destiny here, these events were pre-ordained and
decided upon by some force that wasn't God but was equally majestic and
powerful. Call it Fate. Whatever it was, it had decreed that this was to
be, and I felt a part of my brother and him a part of me in that moment.
     With that realization, that was when I discovered the real
pleasure. Maybe he shifted just a little, maybe I straightened up to raise
my head off the bed and changed the angle of my body, maybe it was both,
all I know is that suddenly his cock inside of me felt so damned good!
     "Oh, yeah, Josh!" I groaned. "Come on, do it to me, come on!"
     "Yeah, little brother, I'm going to fuck you but good now."
     I'd heard the word "fuck" before but hadn't really put it to
anything. It was just a cuss word like "shit" that doesn't mean anything
about your bowel movements. Suddenly I felt the word take on this new
meaning, the true meaning as more than a foul-mouthed exclamation!
     "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Devon, fuck me!" I moaned. "Come on, fuck me!"
     Josh obliged by really beginning to hump me now. I know now that he
was all-but-untrained in the art of making love, how awkward and jerky his
movements were. But I had nothing to compare it with, all I knew is how it
made me feel, and that was good, that was all I knew or needed to know.
     I moaned as Josh rammed his hard teenaged cock into me, I moaned and I
felt my cock stir and surge and I held still with wonder as my prick,
totally without touching it, rose to the joys of climax and erupted onto my
brother's bedsheets, splats of my adolescent jism gushed out of me and I
wasn't even touching myself!
     "Uh, uh, guh, huh, uh!" I panted, so unlike my louder utterances
before, now I was softly chanting my delight.
     "Yeah, shoot it, little brother, shoot those wads." my brother
panted. "Oh, jeez, I'm going to come now, too!"
     "Do it." I panted as my own climax ended. "Come on and squirt it in
me." I whispered.
     "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, uh, huh, uh, huh, HUH-UHH, HHNNNNUUHHHGUHHH!"
Josh gasped as his dong peppered my insides with his hard shots of jizz, I
could feel them as several discrete blasts of sperm that filled me and
over-filled me, I was panting and groaning and I felt my brother's
come-juice boil within me, fermenting into something new, something like a
bond forming between us, something very, very special indeed and I knew I'd
never look on my brother as just a brother again.
     Done, Josh held onto me and panted and only when he was able to
breathe almost normally again did he move, and I felt his cock being pulled
out of my ass like a cork, popping out and I felt some of his jism pour out
with it.
     "Oh, yeah." Josh panted. "That was great!"
     "Yeah." I agreed. Josh lay down on the bed and I lay down beside him
and when his arms came around me, I returned my own around him and we
kissed, for the first time in I don't know how long, we kissed and it was a
kiss of two lovers, long, slow and heavy with promises.
     "That was good, wasn't it?" Josh asked as he idly twisted a forelock
of my hair around his index finger.
     "It sure was!" I said heartily. "Only...."
     "Only what?"
     "Are you sure I can't start sleeping with you now?" I said.
     "Think about it." he said to me, tapping my nose with a kind fingertip
of admonishment. "Nosy Mom, nosy sisters, nosy Dad. We don't dare do a
thing except when we're all alone. Speaking of that, we'd better get up,
Mom and Katy and Cindy are going to be back before too much longer."
     "I wish they'd stay away." I said.
     "Me, too." Josh agreed. "Only what are we going to do?"
     "I don't know." I said.
     After dinner, Dad said to Mom and us. "So, you all want to go see a
movie this weekend?"
     "Sure." my sisters said quickly.
     "Which one?" Mom said more cautiously.
     "It doesn't matter." I said. "You all go and Josh and I will stay
here."
     "Why would you stay here?" Dad asked, surprised.
     I shrugged, looked at Josh. He grinned. "Oh, Devon and I are getting
to know each other." he said. "We'd like to spend some time alone now and
then, just the two of us."
     "Why would you want to do that?" Mom said firmly in negation.
     "We just do, okay?" I said. "We got things to do."
     Mom looked at Dad, who shrugged. "If they want to do whatever it is
more than see a movie, I don't see why they have to go."
     It wasn't settled yet, not by a long shot but I looked at Josh and he
looked back and flashed me a cautious "V" for victory.
     By working together, Josh and I would figure out how to get some time
alone from now on.

				  THE END
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