Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2000 02:59:03 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: LOVING ANDY - Part 4 (Conclusion) - (t/b, inc, oral, anal)

LOVING ANDY - Part 4 (Conclusion) (t/b, inc, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

I chased him upstairs into the kitchen -- he was laughing and giggling the
whole way -- his oversized t-shirt flopping loosely against his skin,
offering me brief glimpses of his white underwear and long, smooth legs he
moved.

I licked my lips, surprised to still find traces of his young sperm there.

"Thanks for the mouthful," I moaned in fake annoyance.

"Ha -- I bet my stuff tastes a lot better than your stuff," he giggled.

"Hell, Andy...until I felt it in my mouth, I didn't even know you HAD
stuff."

He grinned, very proud of himself.

Moments earlier, down in my bedroom, I'd discovered the delightful taste of
orally pleasing my 12-year-old brother as he pressed his thin young cock
into my 16-year-old throat, clutching my hair, moaning and whispering,
pumping his boyhood in and out of me, until he finally erupted in a
surprisingly wet, very tasty, fierce young orgasm.

And no sooner had I licked the last delicious drops from his small, pink
mushroom head that he decided it was time for lunch.  He was back in his
underwear and halfway to the stairs before I recovered enough to chase him,
grabbing and tickling, enjoying the touch of skin and aroused by the thin,
boyish contours of his back and his legs.

"Come on, Mikey," he said, grabbing a loaf of bread and some jelly.  "Let's
eat on the floor.  Like a picnic!"

He was so animated, so excited, I couldn't say no.  I was pretty sure this
was turning out to be one of the happiest days of his life -- our parents
gone for the weekend -- the house to ourselves -- and the recent discovery
that -- as Andy so logically put it -- "I've got a wiener, you've got a
wiener...we might as well do stuff with 'em once in a while."

And do stuff we did.  Had done, I mean.  Were doing, actually.  You get the
picture.

It started with his visit to my bedroom the night before.  He slept with me
and we kissed and masturbated each other -- the very first time I ever
touched my younger brother sexually, or harbored any sexual thoughts about
him at all.

And today, with Mom and Dad safely out of the house, the morning was spent
in delicious oral explanation, with Andy taking care of me first on the
living room carpet, then me servicing him, downstairs in my bed.   I had no
idea what he had on the schedule for after lunch...but I had a feeling I was
really, really going to enjoy it.

I'd been taking my time...letting Andy lead the way...not putting any
pressure on him to do anything rushed or wrong.  He was eager to please.
And eager to experience the same pleasing feelings in return.  The guilt I'd
had over experimenting with my own younger brother was quickly turning into
comfort...excitement.  And increasing desire.

As I watched him plop down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, his t-shirt
raised enough to give me a slight glimpse of his pretty little hairless
cock, now soft and relaxed...his tiny egg-shaped balls...his smooth,
inviting little butt crack...I felt myself getting hard again.  I sat down
on the floor facing him, trying to work my legs into the same position as
his...which wasn't easy with a hard dick straining through my shorts.

"Jesus, Mikey," he grinned, pointing down at my erection.  "Doesn't that
thing ever shut off?"

I laughed.  "You got it going, Squirt.  Now you're stuck with it."

"Ha!" he grunted.  "You WISH I'd get stuck with it."

He stuck out his tongue at me and shook his chest like he was wiggling
boobs.  It was funny.  I laughed and got comfortable on the floor while he
untwisted the bread tie and pulled out four slices, which he laid on napkins
on the floor.

"Come on he said," digging a knife into the jelly jar.  "I'm starving."

"You want some peanut butter with that?" I asked, noticing the depressingly
bare menu he'd laid out for us.  "What good is jelly with no peanut butter?"

"Nah," he said, seriousness in his tone.  "Too bad breathy.  I want to taste
all nice and sweet for you in case you want to kiss my ruby red lips again."

He puckered up and made a girlie-kiss face at me.  Absolutely adorable.

"Andy," I grinned, "why do I get the feeling that before the day is over,
I'm going to kiss your ruby red everything."

He put his hands up, "don't ask me," completely innocent, blue eyes wide and
mischievous.  Then he handed me two slabs of bread and chomped into his
sandwich.

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The sandwiches gone, the crumbs consumed, we continued to sit there on the
kitchen floor, cross-legged, just enjoying the moment...the closeness...the
simple, unhurried intimacy of being brothers.

"So, did you like the taste of my stuff?" he asked.

"What?  The jelly?" I faked.

"No, you butt-crack.  My STUFF stuff."

He lifted up his t-shirt and made a few fake whacking-off motions on his
still-flaccid boy tool.

"It tasted good," I told him.  "Salty...but more watery...not as strong as
mine tastes."

"You tasted your own stuff????" he screamed, making a completely disgusted
face.  "Oh my GOD Mikey, that is SO gross!  How'd you get your wiener in
your mouth???"

I laughed at his inaccurate, innocent imagination.

"I didn't stick it in my own mouth, you moron.  I just tasted it off my
fingers a few times after I came."

"Ewwwwww!" he said, still making the gross-face.  "What if you got yourself
pregnant with your own baby or something??"

I rolled my eyes.  "That's not quite how it works, Squirt."

He looked at me and rolled his eyes, too.  "Duh," he said.  "Joke,
butt-face."

"You tasted it," I reminded him.  "In fact, you swallowed it, I seem to
remember."

"Yeah, but that's different," he insisted.  "Swallowing stuff off another
guy is normal.  Swallowing your own stuff is just -- "

He searched for the right word --

"Devious!"

I laughed again.  "How about deviant?" I suggested.

"Whatever," he grimaced.  "It's probably both."

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We put the bread away -- Andy insisted on keeping the jelly with him -- he
was snacking straight out of the jar now -- (just what he needed...more
sugar).  And as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up, we went back down to my
room, once again sitting cross-legged on the bed, listening to music.

We took all of our clothes off and sat there naked, no hurry, just talking
to each other.

In the middle of singing along to the music and swaying slightly with the
beat, he stuck two fingers inside the jelly jar on his lap, hauled up a big
glob of grape and shoved it into his mouth with an audible "smack."  A
little dab remained at the corner of his lip.  I leaned forward and licked
it off his face.

"Hey!" he cried.  "Jelly-licker!"

He did it again...this time, dispensing with the eating.  He simply reached
his finger in, and smeared a thin coat of grape jelly along his lower lip.
Again, I leaned forward, licking it slowly off with my tongue...nibbling him
lightly as I tasted it...all sweet and sticky on his small, warm mouth.  My
penis began to harden again.

"Neck," he smiled, wiping some jelly along his smooth, bare skin, just above
his collarbone.  That, too, I licked off with gentle teasing.

"Stomach," he said, a small catch of his breath creeping into his tone.  I
could see that his penis was starting to harden, too.  Soon it would be
straining at its full four inches of beautiful boyish thinness.

I licked the jelly off his stomach, then took the jar from his hand before
he could do any more.

Using my own fingers, I smiled at him, winked, dug into the jar, and came up
with a generous amount of grape, which I began to rub all over his cute,
hairless groin...first smearing it lightly across his bare pubic area, then
along the shaft of his cute, jerking penis...then onto the tip, where I left
an extra generous glop.

"Hey," he said.  "That feels neat, Mikey.  Do more."

Reaching in the jar, I brought out a second load of jelly, and reaching
under his groin, began to massage it gently around the base of his little
cock and his firm young ball sack.  With the tip of my middle finger, I ran
the jelly lightly down his butt crack and smeared some gently onto his
tight, hot hole.  He shuddered when my finger made contact with his anus,
and squirmed on the bed, pressing up against it.

I got more jelly out of the jar and made sure his little rectum was coated
extra well with sweet, sticky grape.

"Now comes the fun part," I smiled at him.  "Just lay back and relax."

As he laid back into the bed, stretching out his long, smooth limbs, I took
my time, licking the jelly off, starting at his pubic area, cleaning him off
slowly with my tongue, enjoying the way he was breathing heavily and
wriggling in response to the sensations that were shooting across his young
body.

I worked my way down to his cock, taking extra time to clean it thoroughly,
while once again, as he'd done earlier in the day, his little hands reached
into my hair, pressing my head down, guiding himself as deep into my throat
as his little length would allow.  He liked that part a lot.  He liked being
in charge, and guiding me.

But now it was my turn to guide him.

Slowly pushing his legs up with my hands...bending them at the knees...I
buried my face in his soft, sticky groin, and began lapping the jelly from
his hairless sack.

He moaned and wriggled, his breath coming in rapid, jagged gasps.

Then his entire body clenched and I felt him shudder with surprise as I
darted my tongue down to his tender young anus, and began licking the sweet,
warm jelly from his perfect pink rosebud.

"Mikey..." he gasped... "so good...don't stop..."

As I licked and lapped, I brought my finger up and began pressing against
his entrance with small circular motions.  Almost instantly, he pressed his
hips down on the bed, wanting my finger inserted into his rectum...letting
me know he was ready for it and that I didn't have to go slow.

So with firm, steady pressure...still licking around the tender opening...I
pushed forward, my slick finger, wet from the combination of jelly and spit,
pierced his little butthole with a swift movement that made him cry out in
unexpected pain and pleasure.

"Oh God, Mikey!  Yes!  Put it in me farther."

I pushed the invading digit as far is it would go, sending him into waves of
whimpers as I reached his young prostate, pressing against the pleasure
center of his rectum.  His hips bucked steadily and pressed back against me,
inviting me to go deeper, begging me for more.

I took a second finger and wet it with spit.  I began to massage the rosebud
once again.

"Yes, please," he whispered hoarsely, feeling the second finger.  "Do it
with two!"

Slowly, loosening him as gently as I could, I felt the circular ring of his
tight, anal muscle begin to loosen and stretch, slowly but steadily allowing
my second slick digit to enter his hot, needy channel.  By this time he was
moaning loudly on the bed.  Writhing and twisting and begging in whispers
between each jagged breath.

I turned the two fingers slowly, methodically, still licking his balls and
dick shaft.  I bobbed my head up and took his cock in my mouth...alternating
my oral attention on his dick, then his balls, then his asshole...which was
now stretched open, wide and inviting...the soft globes of his ass tensing
and releasing, tensing and releasing, with each additional thrust and twist
of my fingers.

He could barely talk.  His words came out hoarsely...in choked whispers.

"Put...your wiener in me... please, Mikey... I want it in me... real...
bad..."

Lubing my cock with a generous amount of spit, I lifted his legs higher in
the air.  The sight of him lying there, eyes closed in rapt passion, teeth
gritted together, the soft shine of sweat covering his forehead and chest,
was more than I could stand.

"I want you so much, Andy," I whispered as I rolled my wet cock tip around
the hot bud of his anus.  His little body squirmed, desperate to take it in,
hungry for my entrance.

"Hurry," he cried.  "Please...stick it... in!"

I pushed forward with one swift stroke and buried my six inch cock all the
way into my brother's beautiful, tight asshole.  His whole body tensed and
jerked.

"Ahhhhhgggghhh!!!!" he cried.  "Take it out!  It hurts!"

"Oh my God, Andy, I'm so sorry," I whispered, pulling out immediately.

There were tears in his eyes.  His body was shaking.  I held him and kissed
his tears as he sobbed, whispering in his ear, over and over, "I'm so
sorry...I'm so sorry."

"No..." he gasped between tears..."don't...stop...keep going...just...go
slow..."

His words were almost inaudible.

"Still...want it..." he said, pushing up against my groin again.  "Want
you...in me, Mikey."

I took my time on the second attempt at entering him.  I held my dick
against his opening, lubed it with another mouthful of spit, and this time
regained my control, letting him slide slowly back against me, allowing him
to control the pace of the penetration.  His sobs were gone now and there
were no more tears in his eyes.  Now, there was only a look of fierce
determination as he pressed against me, looking me right in the eye.  I
smiled down at him.  He was too intent on what he was doing to smile back.

Sliding closer and closer, I felt the heavenly tightness of his anal muscle
once again as he gave a good push down, and the tip of my penis popped into
him with a snap we could almost hear.  He winced a little, but didn't cry
out.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.  "Stop here and rest for a second.  Just get
used to it for a little while.  Don't hurry."

He did what I asked him to do.  Then taking deep breaths, he pushed himself
farther down the length of my dick.  First one inch.  Then two.  Then three.
Then with a final, determined push, he slid himself all the way down on my
cock until I felt the smooth globes of his young, boyish ass, slap firm
against my balls.

"Okay," he whispered.  "Now just hold it in there for a second.  Don't move
it yet."

I let him take his time, getting used to the full length of my penis inside
him.

He took deep breaths, steadying himself.   I watched his chest rise up and
down, the look of determination still on his face, like this was something
that was not going to get the best of him.

After a few more minutes, he smiled.

"Okay, I'm ready."

He put his small hands around my neck and nodded.  He closed his eyes again.

Lifting his legs slightly to allow myself a better angle, I began to
stroke...in and out.  There was no pain on his face this time as I watched
my shaft pull back its entire length, then push forward again, disappearing
into his tiny hole.  I took a few more long, deep strokes, then pulled out
to add another layer of spit to my cock, to make it more slippery and easier
for him.  He sighed in gratitude for the additional lubrication.

As I continued my strokes, he began to moan again...so softly at first, I
was almost unaware he was doing it.  But as I continued fucking his
wonderfully tight, hot young hole, his enjoyment became more intense.  He
started touching his own little cock...hesitantly at first...then more
urgently as it hardened, until finally he was jacking himself steadily,
matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

I pushed myself gently, in and out.  It felt so good, I wanted to thrust.
Wanted to bang into him with everything I had, pounding him until I came in
tidal waves.  But the peaceful look on his face...the angelic pleasure as he
stroked himself to my slow, even pace, made me realize that this experience
was his -- and that gentleness was all I could give him.

So, I continued like that through the whole thing, slowly making love to my
little brother as he masturbated his young penis to a shuddering dry
orgasm....

"Mikeeeeyyyy!"  he cried, as his body jerked involuntarily.

There was no semen.  He was completely dry this time...all the fluid drained
from when I'd sucked him an hour before.

But that wasn't the case with me.  It had been hours since Andy had blown me
in the living room and I could feel the pressure in my balls as I quickly
continued my in and out motion...wanting to finish my own orgasm quickly for
his sake, knowing he was less likely to be aroused and enjoying my
penetration now that he'd already cum.

"One...more...second..." I whispered in jagged breath, pumping in and out of
him faster and faster now, feeling my own climax quickly approaching.

His little hands squeezed me hard.  He gritted his teeth.  Shut his eyes
tight.  I could tell it was hurting him again, but he knew I was close.  He
was letting me finish.

"Aaaaaahhhhhggggghhhh!"

With a final thrust and a shuddering scream, I buried my dick into him, up
to the hilt, releasing my jet of hot, animal jism into his young, virgin
bowels.

He squeezed me tighter as I came in him, not wanting to let me go.

I gasped and jerked, more jets of cum burying themselves deep inside his
ass.

"Oh, Andy..." I moaned.  "So tight...so good..."

He held me tight in his arm as I collapsed down on top of him, covering him
with my sweaty body.

"So good..." I repeated.  "Can't talk..."

He giggled and ran his fingers through my hair.  His breathing was even
already.  He was the calm one, stroking my head, kissing my cheek, as I lay
there panting, trying to catch my breath.

"That was really, really awesome," he whispered.  "I'll never forget it,
Mikey."

"I'm sorry it hurt so much, Andy.  I wanted your first time to be perfect."

He hugged me tight.

"It was perfect," he said.  "It was with you.  No matter what it felt like,
you make it perfect."

I kissed his beautiful forehead.  His eyelids.  His soft, button nose.

"Besides," he winked.  "We've got years and years to figure out how to make
it feel better, right?"

I held him close to me.

"I liked it, Mikey," he whispered.  "Let's do it again soon."

"We will, Squirt.  And I promise, every time, it'll get easier and better."

"Good," he smiled, closing his eyes.  "Because you're the best person in my
life.  I always want to do this with you."

Such a simple statement, but one with so much meaning.  So much trust and
love.

He kissed me slowly...a gentle, close-mouthed kiss...then fell into my arms,
breathing softly until he fell asleep...his head on my shoulder...his young,
naked body pressed against mine. Our hearts beat softly in my bed.  Two
brothers.  Together.

We were just beginning to learn the secrets, the pleasures and the magic
moments we had in store for each other.

I'd found a friend...a lover...and a whole new way of life...

loving Andy.

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END OF STORY