Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2000 00:17:56 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: LOVING ANDY (t/b, inc, oral)

LOVING ANDY - Part 3 (t/b, inc, oral)
by Lemmaire

"Hey," he said suddenly, as if the fact that we were lying bare naked on the
living room floor had just occurred to him.  "Shouldn't we go downstairs to
your room or something?"

My brother Andy, sweet and angelic at 12-years-old, had just finished giving
me the first blowjob of my 16-year-old life.  And let me tell you, it was
one for the history books.  My dick was already depressingly
flaccid...completely spent from the aching eruption I'd just completed...one
that he swallowed with joy and smiles.  With pride.

I'd turned him over on his back and was kissing my way down his smooth young
body, eager to return the favor...but it appeared he wasn't eager to have
our afternoon activities continue here in the living room.

"What's the matter," I asked.  "You worried Mom might come back?"

"Nah," he smiled, rubbing my hair as I continued to place small kisses on
his tight young stomach.  "I'm just kinda cold up here.  I need blankets."

Blankets?  Was that all?  I would have given him the world.

"You got it, Squirt.  Let's get our clothes off the floor and go
downstairs."

We stood up and retrieved our clothing and headed for the basement, where my
room was.  That's where Andy had come to me for the first time, the night
before.

Complaining of leg cramps, my gentle massaging of his sore muscles had
turned to touches...then to kisses...then to stroking each other wildly
before we both came and fell asleep, wrapped in each others' arms.   It
wasn't something I intended to do with my little brother, but he was so
eager...and so sweet...and it felt so nice.  Completely wrong, but so
completely right at the very same time.

We walked through the kitchen toward the basement door, and he stopped at
the fridge.

"You want some Pepsi?" he asked casually.

He stood there in an oversized t-shirt, without any pants, without any
underwear, peering into the open refrigerator like it was the most natural
thing in the world.  Like he did this every day.  I felt my penis start to
stir as I scanned his young body with my hungry eyes.  I wanted to taste
him.  I wanted to make love to every inch of him with my tongue.

But since he was temporarily preoccupied with oral intake, not oral sex,
what else could I say?

"Yeah," I grinned.  "Pepsi it is."

He reached in the fridge and grabbed two cans.  He handed one to me and
popped his open right away.

"Blechh," he said, taking a chug and burping almost immediately.  A cute
sound.  A kid sound.  One I'd heard a billion times before.  "I need
something to wash the taste of your evil, gross stuff out of my mouth."

He smiled and shrugged boyishly at me.  I laughed.

"You didn't think it was too gross when you were gobbling it down like a
madman," I reminded him, smiling back.

He widened his eyes in mock horror.

"That's before the after-effects sunk in."  He made a funny face and faked a
small seizure, shaking his head and making it quiver.  "Now my throat feels
like I just sprayed Chloraseptic in it."

"Oh well," I replied innocently.  "That's what happens when you mess with
the big boys."

I winked at him and tried to look cool.

"Whatever," he shrugged back.  "But you might wanna have that stuff checked
out with a doctor."

I laughed.

"I swear it's got bleach in it," he grinned, tromping down the stairs to my
room.

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We sat in my room, naked on my bed, finishing our drinks, listening to some
CD's he picked out.  He was sitting cross-legged on the middle of my bed,
his cute little dick, flopping harmlessly from his crotch as he flipped
through the jewel cases, pulling out album notes, reading lyrics, singing
along to some of his favorites.

We were relaxed and casual.  Very unhurried.  Our parents were gone for the
weekend. Nobody was home except the two of us.  It was the perfect
setting...the perfect opportunity for the mutual exploration we'd started
the night before.

"You still feeling guilty about doing this with me?" he asked, looking up.
That was Andy.  Always direct.  His sweet blue eyes were wide and honest,
hoping I'd answer "no."

"A little," I said, reaching up to rub his shoulder.  "I'm supposed to be
looking out for you, Squirt.  Taking care of you, and being good to you."

"You are being good to me," he answered simply.  Not a sarcastic remark, no
hidden meaning, no double entendre implied.  "You're the best big brother I
could ever have, Mikey.  I like this.  And I'm glad I'm doing it with you,
not with some moron I don't even know.  What would be the point of THAT?"

It seemed so logical in his mind.  At 12, he was completely oblivious to the
broader issues of incest...of right and wrong...or the fact that I was four
years older than he was...or the fact that I should be protecting him, not
encouraging him to please me, sexually.

To Andy, it was the simplest thing in the world.  I was someone who loved
him deeply, someone he trusted with all his heart.  In his young,
uncorrupted mind, the fact that I was willing to love him back physically
was a bonus, not a perversion.

I smiled as I set my empty Pepsi can on my bedside table.  "I love you,
Squirt," I told him honestly.  "I'm glad you make this feel so right."

"I love you too, Mikey.  I don't ever want you to feel like you're doing
something wrong."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead.  Amazing.  A brotherly touch with the
roles reversed.  My little brother, comforting me.  Looking out for my
emotions.  Seeing I thought that something wrong and tying his hardest to
make it better for me.

He was only 12, but he was wise beyond his years.

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"Can I ask you something," I began with interest as we finished our soft
drinks and laid down on my mattress, looking up at the ceiling.

"Sure," he giggled. "My life's an open book."

I laughed.  Where he came up with those lines at 12, I'll never know.

"What made you put your finger in my butt while you were sucking me?"

He blushed.  "Too gross?"

"No, not at all," I said quickly.  "I liked it a lot.  It felt really good.
I just didn't expect you to know about stuff like that...that's all."

He pointed to the book at my bedside table.  Paul Monette's "Becoming a
Man."

"Duh," he said, trying not to be too dramatic.  "You leave this stuff laying
around all day.  A guy's gotta read something when you're not down here,
right?"

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him.  "You're an angel, Andy.  I want
you to know that."

He made a fake disgusted face.  "Oh my God, Mikey, you are SO mushy
sometimes."

He closed his eyes and I kissed them...his soft eyelashes tickling my lips.

"Besides," he added, unashamed.  "I've put stuff in my butt before."

"Really?" I said, surprised.  "Like what?  Bananas?"

He giggled.  "Rolling pins.  Golf balls.  The garden hose."

I decided to let my imagination fill in the blanks.  No straight answer to
that one, I'm afraid.

After a few seconds, the conversation turned serious again.

"When did you know you were gay?" he asked me quietly.

"I don't know.  Summer camp.  When I was nine, I think."  I thought back to
the boys in the showers.  How I longed for them.  How I spent the whole
summer trying to hide my erections, trying to be normal.

"I knew last year," he sighed.  "I kept reading your books and jacking off.
And I realized when I did it, I was thinking of guys.  Never girls."

"Me too," I said.  "It's lonely sometimes, isn't it, Squirt."

He didn't answer.  We laid there for a few minutes in silence.

"You scared?" I asked.  "I mean, about being gay?"

"Nah," he answered casually.  "I figure you'll have to tell Mom WAY before I
do.  You'll lay the groundwork.  I'll just come along for the knockout."

We both laughed at that one.  I kissed his eyelashes again.

He sighed and rolled over, turning into me, draping his arm over my neck and
touching my face.

"Wouldn't it be cool if this could last forever?" he asked me with dreams in
soul and complete seriousness in his eyes.

"It sure would, Squirt," I answered back gently.  "I wish we were the only
people in the world."

We touched each other gently with exploring hands.

He kissed me eagerly and reached for my cock.

I could feel his heart beating rapidly as I wrapped my arms around his
small, warm back.  We laid there kissing for a moment, teasing each other
with our tongues, my hand stroking his soft, smooth skin...touching his
cheek...tasting the sweetness of his mouth...never wanting the moment to
end.

"Make me feel good, Mikey," he whispered in my ear.  "Please?"

My hand reached down and stroked his small, boyish erection.

"Let me put my stuff in your mouth," he moaned quietly, kissing me more
fiercely, more passionately, more demandingly.

I pulled the blankets back to take in the sight of his smooth, young body.
I stroked his chest with gentle fingertips and saw his Adam's apple bob
slightly in his throat as he reacted unsurely to the sensations he was
feeling.

"You're nice," he whispered.  "Always so soft to me."

I leaned forward and kissed his chest, my tongue finding it's way to a
small, boyish nipple...copper-colored and perfectly round...only the size of
a dime.  I licked in circles, going slowly, listening to his soft, beautiful
whimpers of joy...amazed to find it growing hard at the soft touch of my
kiss.  My wet mouth teased him gently, my tongue trailed across his chest
and down to his stomach.   He moaned and arched his back.

He raised his small hands to my head, his tiny fingers caressing my hair,
turning small circles...pressing his soft fingertips into my scalp, eager
for more.

My tongue trailed a soft sheen of saliva down his smooth, firm stomach.  He
tasted so good.  So right.

I stopped at his belly button...kissed and licked, inserting my tongue,
making him moan even louder.

I reached his hairless groin and pressed my nose firmly against it, smelling
the soft, sweet, wonderful boy smells of sweat mixed with excitement.  I
lapped lightly, never wanting the moment to end, tasting his pubic area...so
smooth...only the slightest hint of wispy, light down...soft blond
shadows...not a single hair to be seen, but filled with such wonderful,
incredible, light, sensuous smells.

"Oh, Mikey," he whispered, pressing my head down against his groin.  "That
feels so good.  That feels so nice."

I studied his cock with my eyes and my tongue.  Very slowly, and gently at
first, I licked the shaft, running my tongue slowly up its four-inch length.
He jerked involuntarily as my tongue came in contact with the bright pink,
straining head.  It was engorged and tender...completely beautiful...and I
wanted to have it deep in my throat...as far as his small size would allow.

I wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he'd made me feel.  I wanted to
give him back the love he'd given to me.

"Hold my hand," he whispered. "Please...hold my hand."

He reached down and I circled his small hand in mine.  He squeezed tightly
as my mouth encircled the tip of his straining, young cock.  He moaned and
pushed deeply into my throat as my tongue flicked small circles -- caresses
of moisture -- along the length of his sweet, boyish penis.

The taste was incredible, heavenly.  Pure.  Wild.  Softly salty.

I breathed in, enjoying the scent of him...a mixture of salt and sweat and
innocent boy.

And desire.  I could almost taste his urgency.

Slowly at first, and then faster, I began bobbing my head up and down,
enveloping his shaft, feeling my own dick harden at the sound of his soft,
pleasing whimpers.

Bringing a finger to my mouth, I wet it with saliva...covered it with warm,
wet spit...and ran it lightly across his small, untouched crack, pausing at
the opening, unsure of what to do, afraid of hurting him.

"It's okay," he whispered.  "You can put it in."

Slowly, very carefully, his young cock still sliding into my mouth with
urgent thrusts, I pressed my finger into his tight, virgin hole.  He tensed
for a moment, then sighed, then relaxed, then spread his legs farther apart
to allow my finger easier entrance.

I made small circular motions, enjoying his whimpers, exploring the tiny,
rosebud entrance...then pressed firmly and slid my finger in, up to the
first knuckle.

"Oh my God," he whispered.  "That feels so good."

I pressed farther, sliding the wet digit all the way into his young, willing
channel.

He moaned loudly, pushing his dick farther into my throat, his tempo
building, his young eyes closed tightly, his hands squeezing mine
uncontrollably, almost painfully...a look of pure joy and abandon on his
innocent face.

"Harder, Mikey," he begged in a rasping whisper.  "Push it in me.  Harder."

I began to slide my finger in and out of his hole, more forcefully now,
listening to him gasp, enjoying the sounds of his sweet, young pleasure.

He bucked wildly in my mouth, pressing my head down with one hand, pressing
his ass against my invading finger, hungry for as much as I could give him.
And with a final moan and violent push, he erupted deep inside my throat.

"Ahhhhh..." he moaned, filling my mouth with the small amount of sperm he
was able to produce.

The first shot was surprisingly forceful.  I felt his slick goo coat my
tongue, followed by two smaller drops as his body shuddered and he squeezed
my hand tightly...completely lost in the unexpected power of his climax.

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"You okay, Squirt?" I asked him quietly, as we laid there, cuddling...his
breath still rapid and gasping.

"Wonderful," he sighed.  "That was absolutely cool, Mikey."

I kissed his lips.  His tongue licked me gently.

"Let's eat," he said innocently.  "I'm starved."

Leave it to my brother.  Take a tender moment and turn it into a prelude to
lunch.

I was sure there was more ahead.  I held him tightly in my arms, hugged him
close to my chest.  He smiled at me.   I nodded.  I kissed his neck.

The weekend was just beginning.

There was more ahead.

I couldn't believe I was loving Andy.

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END OF PART 3
to be continued....