From: bstory@anon.nymserver.com (Boy-writer) Subject: Story: Little Joe (t/t) Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 06:53:05 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Little Joe ---------- Michael, 16, opened his little brother's door and spoke. "Little Joe, c'mon, dinner is ...." He stopped suddenly, staring. Little Joe, 13, eponymous son of Joe Hartman, was lying naked on his bed, his legs outspread and pulled up almost to his hips. One of his long arms reached down to his 5" cock, engorged by the pleasure it had been receiving. The other held a carrot by the small end, the large end engulfed in little Joe's rectum. Trapped between his approaching orgasm and the mortification of being caught in this compromising position by his brother, little Joe simply replied, "Yeah, OK, I'll be right down." "Yeah, uh, OK, wash your hands first," Michael said, not knowing how to reply himself. He closed the door and walked back downstairs, taking his seat at the table. Once the initial shock wore off, he began to think of how he could use this information to blackmail his little brother. Some minutes later, little Joe came downstairs himself, his hands clean, his auburn bangs damp with sweat, a calm and contented expression in his gait. The 13-year-old glanced at his brother, then looked down quickly, ashamed. They ate without incident, their parents suspecting nothing, though Michael kept looking at little Joe, while the younger boy would not even glance at his brother. After dinner, the family normally retired to the living room to watch TV, but this time little Joe excused himself and went back to his room. Unable to contain his curiosity, Michael waited a few minutes, then claimed to have some homework to do (an excuse that pleased his parents) and went upstairs himself. The boys were not allowed to lock their rooms, though their parents, respecting their privacy, always knocked first. Michael generally abided by the same etiquette (the earlier entry being pretty much a fluke), but armed with the knowledge he now posessed, he walked right in on little Joe. The image that greeted Michael was no less shocking than the first time, though different. Little Joe was on his knees on the bed, not naked, but with his shorts pulled down. His head was turned to the side, facing the door, resting on a pillow so that his behind was in the air. One hand was stroking his cock again, which was once more at full erection, while the other was working the carrot in and out of his anus. "Oh, my God," Michael said. "What?" little Joe replied, stopping for a moment, but not getting up. "Jesus. Stop that. Just stop," the older boy said, carefully closing the door behind him, lest one of their parents come up to use the bathroom and see this spectacle. As much as he hated to admit it, though, seeing his little brother like this was quite a turn-on, and Michael's 6-1/2" cock was well on its way to full mast. Somewhat to his older brother's surprise, Joe did in fact stop. He removed the carrot from his behind with a slight pop, then sat on the edge of the bed, not bothering to pull his shorts up. The 13-year-old continued to stroke his cock. "Jeez," Michael said, shaking his head, looking at the ceiling. "What?" Joe replied. "You do it, I've seen you." "Not like that." "Like what?" "With the carrot. God." The older boy was fully erect now, in fact eager to get to his own room and find some release. But he could never let his little brother know. Right now, he still had the advantage, though Joe didn't seem suitably ashamed as he continued to stroke his cock. "You mean with this?" Joe said, holding up the ill-used carrot. Michael looked at it. It had obviously seen better days, probably been missing from the refrigerator for at least two, judging from the way it drooped. He noticed that the Joe had nibbled the big end so that it was shaped like a penis. "It's more fun with this," Joe said. "More fun?!" Michael said loudly, then restrained himself. He didn't want parents coming up here. Joe looked at him unconcerned; whatever momentary shame he'd felt the first time he was discovered was totally gone. The two boys had a rivalry, it's true, but there was little they didn't know about each other - until now. "Yeah, your friend Carter showed me how to bite it like this. That way you can pretend it's a guy putting his thing in there. It's okay 'cause I'm gay," Joe proclaimed. He finally stopped stroking, instead simply squeezing his cock to keep it erect. The 16-year-old was nonplussed. "What do you mean, you're gay?" "You know what 'gay' is! It means you like guys putting their things in your butt. You can do it with me if you want to." Joe looked hopefully at his big brother. "You let Carter fuck you?" "I didn't want to at first, he kind of made me do it, 'cause he saw me looking at him all the time. But it was fun when we did it." Joe looked at his brother again, then glanced at his crotch and smiled. "I can tell you want to. You want me to take it out?" "Umm, yeah," was all Michael could say. He *had* to get his penis in that plump little bottom. Joe, smiling, slipped out of his shorts and underwear, then walked over and undid his brother's belt, then pulled down the zipper and lowered the jeans to the floor. "Here, lift your feet," the 13-year-old said. Obediently, Michael lifted his feet, and Joe pulled the jeans over the older boy's shoes. "Okay, now you're ready," Joe said, matter of factly. "You want me to suck it first?" "No, just get on the bed, you little pussy," Michael said, taking control of the situation. "Bend over the edge with your butt out." Joe complied, still grinning at his brother. "You need to put some stuff on it first. I got some in the drawer over there." Michael walked over to the dresser and removed a brand-new tube of KY Jelly, evidently purchased for just this occasion. Joe started to open his mouth to talk again, but the older boy glared at him to silence him. Michael squeezed some of the stuff onto his cock and spread it around. He walked back around behind Joe. "OK, tell me what you want," he said. "I want you to put it in me," Joe replied, without hesitation. "That's not good enough. Tell me what you *really* want." Joe thought for a minute, then came up with something. "I want you to put your big cock in my ass and fuck me till I can't see straight." It was a line from a dirty Internet story, but it would do. With no further ado, Michael obliged, disappointed, however, when he shoved his whole cock into his little brother in one lunge and drew no more than a contented moan. The 16-year-old stood there for some time, absorbing the feelings, afraid that if he moved he would come and the marvellous experience would end. Finally, Joe began to wiggle his behind and squeeze his anus in impatience. "Okay, you little slut, you're getting it now," Michael said, beginning to move in and out, quickly gaining speed, moving his hands over his brothers slender back, speeding up more, trying to obtain maximum satisfaction before the orgasm that could not be stopped erupted, filling little Joe with teenage sperm, filling Michael with bliss. Michael collapsed, falling on his brother, smothering him, then shifted slightly to one side, his softening cock still embedded in the 13-year-old's bottom. Finally he pulled out and sat down. Joe turned over, his legs falling off the edge of the bed, and grinned at Michael. "How was that?" Michael said. He said it to all the girls. "Good," Joe purred. "Of course," he amended, "you're not as big as Carter, or the carrot." His ego offended, Michael offered, "I can go longer, though." "Didn't feel like it." "I'll show you what I mean." He stood up. "Pull your legs back." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Approved for posting - Mykkhal - ASSGM Moderator ASSGM Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 ASSGM Archive: http://members.tripod.com/~assgm ASSGM Mailing List: to join, send the command word: subscribe in a message (not the subject, but the message body!) to: assgm-request@duh.org In the words of an ASSGM subscriber: "Hopefully jacking off is healthy. If not, I'll die soon." -------------------------------------------------------------------------