Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 01:53:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lester Creek - 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination and not real life. So, no real boys were involved. This story
is primarily about two stepbrothers and their love for one another, so if
the idea of sexual activity between teen brothers bothers you, then look
for another story. If this kind of material offends you or you are not age
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Lester Creek

Chapter 1

DONNY

The guy walking down the hall fit the description I'd gotten over the
phone—Nineteen, a fresher at the college, wearing jeans with a thick
leather belt, a light blue shirt, and country style boots. Overall, the guy
had the look of an innocent farm boy with just enough cute to make me think
this could be fun.

"Darren?" I asked as he drew closer.

The kid took a nervous look around, no doubt to make sure we were
alone. "Yeah, you Donny?" he whispered, giving me the once over.

"That's me." I smiled back. "In here," I stepped to the side and pushed
open the door to an empty lecture hall.

We were on the lower level of the athletic department wing, in an area of
infrequently used classrooms. There was just enough light coming through
the window in the door that we could see one another.

"Business before pleasure," I said softly, giving Darren a gentle
smile. "You got the money?"

The fresher reached into his pocket. "Yeah," he said with an embarrassed
look and quickly handed over a fifty dollar bill.

I folded it and tucked it into the front of my jeans. Smiling, I said,
"Just so you know, this would usually cost you a hundred, but I'm giving
you the new customer discount."

"Thanks," the kid said with a faint blush.

"So, is this your first time?"

Darren shuffled his feet and looked down. "I got a couple of blowjobs from
girls when I was in high school, but nothing more than that, so, yeah, I
guess it's my first time."

"Well, I'll make sure you have fun." I grinned.

There was a moment of hesitation on Darren's part, so I took the lead and
leaned in slowly. He took the hint and closed his eyes as my lips touched
his. I don't usually do much kissing on these kind of dates, but I wanted
to show the kid a good time so I made an exception. After a couple of
clumsy minutes he soon was kissing me with his mouth wide open and his
tongue probing deep. From then on it was like he'd been born kissing
guys. While he was getting the hang of kissing, he wasn't shy with his
hands; they were all over me, rubbing my back, my ass, and occasionally my
dick. The kid was a fast learner.

We kissed for several minutes as Darren got more and more aroused. When I
thought he was ready I rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans, pausing
once or twice to feel up his nuts.

"Oh, fuck," the fresher moaned softly, and pushed his cock against my
hand. I rubbed him a little harder and again made a point of cupping his
balls a couple of times. He definitely seemed to like that.

When he'd had enough teasing I undid his belt and zeroed in on the top
button of his pants. He made a throaty groan as I undid the button and
tugged at his zipper, slowly pulling it all the way down. The rasping
sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room. I reached into his pants and gave
him one more grope and then slipped down to my knees. As I stared at the
bulge in front of me I reached around and grabbed one of his ass cheeks in
each hand. The soft buns were very inviting. I didn't waste any time in
feeling him up. Seconds later, the kid whimpered as I reached a little
higher, grabbed the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pulled them both
down at the same time.

Darren grunted as his cock sprang free and slapped tight against his
belly. I grabbed his ass cheeks again and continued feeling him up,
kneading the soft flesh of his rear while I nuzzled my face into his bush
in front. He smelled like soap and I guessed he'd just gotten out of the
shower. His ass was smooth and hairless, but the fluffy pubes around his
dick were coarse and felt just a little rough on my cheek. His cock was
oozing. He desperately tried to move the head of his dick toward my mouth
but I intentionally moved lower and nibbled at his low hanging nuts, making
him wait a bit longer. When I'd feasted on his nuts long enough, I licked
upwards along the side of his shaft, causing him to whine in frustration
that I still wasn't sucking him. His cock was about average length and
width, maybe 7" in all. As cocks go it was decent looking, and very
clean. He thrust forward again, urgently trying to find my mouth. I played
cat and mouse with him just a little longer, licking but not sucking.

Finally, I gave the boy what he wanted. I opened wide and sucked in his
flared knob. I swirled the tip of my tongue around his slit and scooped up
a bit of his leaking boy juice. I yearned for a taste and wasn't
disappointed. Once again the kid moaned, and I gave his shaft a stroke. His
hands tightened on my head and it became clear he wasn't going to be denied
any longer. I opened my mouth wider and let him take over. He angled his
dick down and thrust deep into my throat.

"Oh fucking Christ..." he whimpered softly and pumped his dick in and out
in a frenzy. "Suck me, man, suck my dick!"

I felt his knob explore my mouth. First he poked left and then right. Then
he looked for ways to go deeper. He turned my head and tried to gag me, but
I pulled back a little, not wanting him to get too excited too fast. I
slowed things down and took over, spending a long time licking, stroking,
and sucking him. I deep throated him two or three times but I was worried
he was gonna blow if I did that too often.

Eventually my actions were making him weak at the knees, so I pulled back
and stood up. Darren immediately grabbed for my ass and pulled me
closer. He pressed in for another kiss. Being polite, I let him have a tiny
one, but as far as I was concerned, the preliminaries were over, and it was
time for the main event.

With his arms around me and his hands groping my ass, I gave him a soft
smile. "So, you ready to lose your virginity, cowboy?"

The kid smiled back. "More than ready." He blushed.

I snuggled closer as he grabbed my ass with even bolder moves. I let him
play with my butt for a minute longer and then lightly nibbled at his
neck. "Okay, big guy, it's all yours," I whispered, pushing my ass back
into his hands.

That was all he needed to hear. Darren grabbed onto my ass and pawed at my
cheeks like he owned them. I could hear his breathing grow more ragged. I
stepped back, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, and pushed them to the
floor. I was still wearing low cut skin tight briefs that clung to my butt.

Darren's hands quickly pulled at my cheeks and roughly pushed my undies
down over my plump mounds. His fingers explored my crack and brushed over
my hole. But he was gentleman enough not to finger me just yet.

I stroked his cock as he feverishly felt me up. When he was ready I stepped
back and got in position in front of a storage cupboard. Leaning down, I
placed my hands on the edge and spread my legs. Darren hungrily watched my
every move.

"You'll find rubbers in my jeans pocket," I whispered, giving the kid a nod
in that direction. "Get saddled up."

Seconds later, Darren was standing behind me, his cock tightly wrapped and
twitching, his balls hanging low, and every inch of his six foot frame
straining to get to get busy.

"I already put lube up there," I glanced back at my butt. "And since those
rubbers are lubed, too, we should be good to go."

Darren stepped closer and rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack. I
could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

I smiled over my shoulder at him. "Yeah, you ready to ride?"

Darren smiled. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, looked at my butt hole, and
then fingered the edges. "It looks really small."

"Don't worry, I said under my breath. "I've had lot's of practice."

I could feel Darren's fat knob tease my entrance, and, yes, his did feel
larger than some, but I'd taken way bigger. So it really wasn't much of a
problem to bear down, bend over a little further, and he popped right in.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," Darren sighed softly as his knob sank into my steamy
warmth. He paused for a second and then with a slow and steady push,
inserted more. It felt good to feel his dick sliding up in there. I just
love getting fucked!

As he sank deeper, he put his hands on my shoulders and hunched forward,
then pulled back, and then fucked in again. It wasn't long and he was
finally buried up to his balls. Like I said, he was a natural. He had
strong legs and started to make good use of them, finding a rhythm and
pounding my ass but good.

"Yeah, that's it. Come on, fuck my hole!" I whispered, urging him
on. "Stick it way the fuck up in there, " I whispered with a needy grunt.

Darren steadily thrust his cock deeper and deeper. His pubes were brushing
my ass cheeks. His cock head slid over my prostate with nearly every
thrust, which drove me nuts, and made me that much hornier. I reached for
my own dick as Darren got into it and reamed me like only a college kid
can.

"Yeah, fuck my hole, cowboy," I whimpered. "Do me up the butt!"

Darren sped up his pounding. The sound of Darren's balls slapping against
my upturned ass was drowned out by the grunts, groans, and occasional
curses we made. He seemed like the energizer bunny. He went on and on and
on with no end in sight. His cock filled me up and made my ass feel
wonderful. After a few minutes I found myself surprised that a virgin who'd
never fucked before would last so long. He just kept pounding away like he
was never going to stop. As my ass hole got more tender I promised myself
I'd never underestimate a farm boy again.

As more minutes passed, my ass became even more sensitive. My butt hole was
starting to hurt but more concerning was that I started to feel the urge
for him to finish up pretty quick, or we both might have a serious
problem. I wondered what the kid would think if he ended up with shit on
his dick. The more he fucked, the more worrisome the feelings became back
there.

I decided it was time for a little encouragement. "Come on, Darren," I
quietly urged. "Shoot it up my ass," I grunted. "You can do it, Fucking
Cum! Ram it up in there."

I guess that was what Darren needed, because he deepened his thrusts and
really began to pound the daylights out of me. Now I knew my ass was in
trouble and I was just about to tell him he needed to stop because I
desperately needed a break, when finally he grunted, froze stiff inside me,
and I felt his cock twitch. "Thank God," I thought, he was finally busting
his nut.

"Do it, yeah fucking do it," I whimpered, as he shivered, groaned, and
slammed in a couple more times. Then he was done. Finally, my guts could
settle down.

Darren held my hips tight and kept his cock buried deep in my ass for
almost a full minute.

"Did you do it? Did you fill my ass?" I asked over my shoulder.

Darren groaned, "best cum ever!"

Eventually he grew soft and slowly pulled his dick out of me with a quiet
plop.

I stood up, turned around, and Darren gave me a huge smile.

"That was incredible," he sighed and pulled at the cum-filled condom that
was hanging limp from his dick. "You were great!"

"Glad you liked it, cowboy," I chuckled, reaching back to feel my ass
hole. My dick was still rock hard. "Do you mind if I finish off?"

Darren looked embarrassed. "Nah, I mean, I guess I should have helped
you. But I got a little carried away there for a few minutes."

"No problem. Come here," I said softly.

Darren tossed the condom into the wastebasket and stepped closer. I went
down on my knees again and took his cum-slick cock in my mouth. I tongued
him, sucked him, and cleaned off every last drop of white stuff. I busily
stroked myself while doing it and got really close to popping but couldn't
quite get there.

"One favor?" I smiled as I stood up. "It'd be a big help."

Darren nodded.

"Would you stick your finger up my butt?" I blushed. I turned around, bent
over, and started to stroke myself.

Darren hesitated but then probed between my cheeks, found my hole, and slid
his finger in. He even gave it a small twist.

"Oh, that's nice." I sighed. "Now fuck me with it." I whimpered softly as I
closed my eyes and started jacking.

For a fresher, Darren did great. I don't know how many ass holes he'd ever
fingered, maybe none, but that didn't stop him from doing a good job on
mine. It only took a few minutes and I was groaning with pleasure. He
seemed to know just when to stick his finger deeper. Within moments I was
there, seconds after that I was pumping my cream all over the floor.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, that's nice." I grunted as three long ropes of sperm
sprayed the floor in front of me. I watched as my boy stuff seeped under a
chair and then puddled up. I pulled my cock a few more times, making sure
I'd gotten the last few drips out and then slowly stood up.

Darren gently pulled his finger out of my ass and I turned around and
grinned. "Thanks, that was yummmy."

Then things got awkward. We both stood there, not quite sure what to do
next. I finally stepped close and gave the kid a soft kiss on the cheek and
whispered, "Thanks, Darren. That was really fun, but sorry, I've got to get
going."

Darren nodded and we both headed for our clothes.

As I walked through the gym doors on to the main campus quad, I reached for
the fifty bucks in my pocket. I liked the feel of the money, and I really
liked the sweet delicious tingle in my freshly fucked ass. I also enjoyed
the satisfaction that came from enjoying something that was fun. This
secret part of my life had all started years earlier. But I'd never had any
doubts or regrets.

"I'd do anything for my little brother," I told myself as I grasped the
crisp bill in my pocket. "Even working a job like this one."

Yeah, Quinn was that special. "I'd do anything for him."



*Eight Years Earlier*

As weddings go, it wasn't much of one. There was my dad, his fiancée,
her son Quinn and me. The judge wore a black robe and two women from an
office down the hall acted as witnesses.

The whole thing lasted barely ten minutes. My dad and Quinn's mom had met
at a truck stop. He was driving an eighteen wheeler cross country and she
was waiting tables at the restaurant. I guess he stopped there a few times
and then they went on a date or two. One thing led to another and they
decided to get married. It was pretty awkward for Quinn and me because they
didn't really ask us what we thought of the deal. But I guess when you're
two kids barely ten and eleven what you think doesn't matter that much.

Dad told me just before we went to the courthouse that he and Dianne had
decided to move into her place. So the way the math worked, on the plus
side I was getting a mom and a brother, but on the negative side I was
losing my own room. I wasn't too sure I liked the math. Dianne had a
trailer house on the edge of town so right after the ceremony we moved in
there. I wondered about the newlyweds having a honeymoon, but then decided
it really wasn't any of my business.

Quinn and I had met a few times before the wedding, but we didn't know all
that much about each other. I knew he'd just turned ten and would be
starting sixth grade in the fall. I guess he was really good at school
stuff and might have skipped a grade. His dad had been killed in a car
wreck when Quinn was little and he didn't really remember too much of what
it was like to have a dad. He's kind of a shy kid, and very quiet.

Dad and my real mom didn't get along. They argued a lot. Then she started
drinking, staying out late, and dad said she had even hooked up with a
couple of guys. The divorce was kind of ugly but luckily I did have a
chance to talk to the judge by myself. Well, there was some lawyer guy
there, too. I told the judge if I had a choice I'd like to stay with my dad
and that's the way it worked out.

"Which one is mine?" I asked Quinn. The small bedroom had a set of bunk
beds.

Quinn looked nervous. "I sleep up there," he pointed to the top bunk. "But
you can have whichever you want."

"Nah, this is good," I said, tossing a bag on the lower bunk. I started
unpacking the three small cartons that I'd crammed full of stuff from my
old room. I knew there wasn't going to be much space, so I hadn't brought
very much. Dad had already put my clothes in a dresser and the rest was
hanging in the closet along with Quinn's. "It's gonna take some getting
used to all this," I thought and tried to find a place for my stuff.

After I'd finished unpacking, Quinn showed me the rest of the
trailer. There was a small master bedroom with a whirlpool tub in the
corner with a sliding pocket door to a tiny bathroom. There was a second
room next to the master bedroom that was lined wall to wall with shelves
with food, cleaning supplies, and almost anything else you could imagine.

"Storage closet," Quinn said softly as we walked past.

Then came our bedroom. The dirty, dark green carpet had a musty smell but
otherwise it was orderly. I wondered if Quinn was some kind of a compulsive
tidy.

There was another bathroom of about normal size with a tub/shower, toilet,
and small counter with a sink.

The kitchen was fairly open and was decent size with a table and four
chairs. The living room opened off the kitchen and had a nice couch, two
chairs, and a big screen TV. All in all it was small, but like I said,
nobody asked us kids. As I compared this to my dad's and my apartment I
thought the move to the trailer was a step down. We had more room at the
apartment, but then there were some noisy upstairs neighbors, a couple of
barking dogs and the sirens from the cop cars. "Maybe being out here won't
be so bad after all," I thought.

* * * *

Things were very awkward as Quinn and I both tried to adjust to having a
new parent, a brother, and the loss of personal space and freedom. About
two weeks in, things boiled over.

"You asshole!" Quinn shouted as he tried to rescue what was left of a model
plane he'd been building. I'd carelessly flopped down on the couch and
hadn't seen the thing and had smashed it to bits.

"It's your fault!" I yelled back. "you shouldn't have put it there!"

Quinn glared at me as his face turned almost purple in anger. "Fuck you,
Donny! "This was my house, my room, everything was just fine until YOU
moved in!"

I yelled back, "Oh yeah? You think I like sleeping in the same room with
YOU? You're always leaving your dirty underwear on the floor, farting, and
talking in your sleep. Shit, it was way better when I was with dad and had
my own room."

The yelling went on for another few minutes until Dianne came in from
outside. She'd definitely heard us fighting. "Okay, that's ENOUGH!" she
said sternly. "Whether you like it or not, you're brothers now and I expect
you to make this work."

I mumbled, "Like that's ever gonna happen."

Dianne gave me a withering look. "You want me to tell your dad about this,
Donny?"

I could feel my stomach turn. Dad has an uncomplicated and no nonsense way
of handling things like this. My butt cheeks clenched, and I knew my
asshole puckered up at the thought of dad getting involved. I knew from
experience he could spank the daylights out of a kid.

"No, ma'am," I answered softly.

"And you? Do you want me to tell your dad? She looked straight at Quinn.

"He ain't MY dad!" Quinn shot back. Dianne gave him a stern look. "Now
listen up, Mister!" Her tone was icy cold and even I took a step back. "Jim
and I are married and that means he's your father...she looked at
Quinn...and I'm your mother...she stared at me.

I had the feeling we'd both just had the law handed down to us.

"So what's it going to be?" Dianne glared.  Quinn shuffled his feet. "He
doesn't need to know," Quinn whispered. "We'll be good."

I wasn't entirely sure the storm was over, but if we could keep Dad out of
it I was willing to do most anything.

"Okay then, outside, both of you and don't come back until you're ready to
act civil to one another."

Quinn and I looked at one another and grudgingly headed for the door. My
butt started to relax.

* * * *

The trailer park was spread out over a number of acres of farmland. Lester
creek meandered through the small valley. The trailer park had been laid
out to make use of some tree filled areas and views of the adjacent
farm. There was an asphalt road between the trailer sites, but it was only
one and a half cars wide so if two cars showed up, one had to pull off to
let the other pass. There were about a hundred trailers on the property
with most in average to slightly below average repair. Dirt drives led up
to the trailers themselves.

I pulled my bike up off the ground and waited for Quinn. He stood for a
moment unmoving.

"So get your bike, you can show me around." I was still a little perturbed
at the argument.

Quinn sniffled and a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Don't got a bike."
He whispered.

I looked around and couldn't believe I hadn't noticed that before. It made
me feel like crap and I was immediately sorry for the little guy. I guess
Dianne didn't make much as a waitress. I saw a rusted out tricycle under
the back corner of the trailer, but nothing else.

Quinn looked at me as if he was about to really start crying.

"Here, you can ride with me," I offered.

Quinn hesitated.

"It'll be fine, just sit on the handlebars."

Quinn seemed unsure, but decided to give it a go. With a little maneuvering
he was soon balanced on the handlebars and we were off down the road.

Two hours later we pulled back into our drive and Quinn slid off, giggling,
a bright smile on his face.

"Donny, that was so cool. I've never had that much fun!" he gushed.

"Yeah, it was great!" I laughed with him. We'd explored the trailer park,
met some of the other kids, and then hiked along the creek, throwing rocks
downstream and even wading a bit. We'd kicked off our shoes, rolled up pant
legs, and tried to catch minnows. What started out as a crappy day had
ended up being good.

* * * *

A few weeks later I was watching TV when Quinn threw the door open. "Donny,
would you help me?" he asked hesitantly.

I looked up from where I was lying on the floor. "Do what?"

"Fix something," Quinn said softly. He looked even littler than usual.

"What?" I sighed, looking back at my TV show.

"Something," Quinn whispered again.

I looked at my brother and for the first time since the wedding, realized I
must seem like a "big" brother to Quinn. He must have thought me older,
smarter, and a person he could trust to help take care of him, even though
we were only a year apart in age.

"Okay, show me." I sighed and followed him out the door.

Quinn showed me what he'd found. "It was in the dumpster," Quinn explained
as he got down on his knees and propped up a banged up and rusted toy
scooter. A part of the running board was twisted and one of the wheels was
missing. It looked like a total disaster.

"It's just a piece of junk," I shrugged and started to head back inside.

"Nooooooo," Quinn whined. "We can fix it. I know we can."

"No way," I said softly.

Quinn looked up at me from the ground and gave me a pleading look. "But I
don't have a bike." He sniffed.

I looked at the beat up toy and then looked back at my brother. I was
almost ready to cry myself. "Okay, let's see what we can do." I managed to
get out.

* * * *

It took almost a week, but after hours of hard work, Quinn and I managed to
turn that sorry mess into something that didn't look half bad. We pooled
our allowance money and bought a new wheel, we straightened out the bent
areas, sanded down the rusty parts, and then gave it two coats of paint.

"It's awesome!" Quinn gushed when we'd finally finished.

"Like it?" I smiled.

"Oh yeah, it's GREAT!"

"Let's go for a ride."

I grabbed my bike and Quinn grabbed the scooter. With a smile as big as can
be he started off down the blacktop road and I followed after.

Nothing was the same after that. It was at that moment we both stopped
being somebody else's kid and strangers living in the same house to
becoming real brothers. I know it sounds silly. But somehow working on that
scooter made us family.

* * * *

I'd been asleep for awhile when I felt the bed move slightly. As I came
awake I felt Quinn crawling over me. "What?" I asked sleepily as my brother
settled in behind me.

"I couldn't sleep." Quinn yawned and snuggled closer.

I felt his tiny body next to mine and had to admit it felt kind of
good. Dad and I had never been "touchy feely" and it was pretty rare to get
a hug from him. So it felt good to have Quinn snuggle in next to me.

We'd laid there quietly for a couple of minutes before Quinn whispered,
"Thanks for helping me."

I knew he was talking about the scooter. "No big deal," I tried to brush it
off.

Quinn wrapped an arm around me. "I always wondered what it would be like to
have a brother," he said softly.

I'd wondered the same thing but didn't tell Quinn that.

Quinn yawned again and pressed his crotch tighter against my butt. We were
like spoons in a drawer. Part of me wondered if brothers should be in bed
together, but another part said "don't worry." I decided that I liked the
feel of his soft skin against mine and the way his undies felt against my
butt.

Nothing more was said, and I guess we must have both dozed off because we
were still that way in the morning.


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thanks, Jon.