Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 14:24:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brothers Bed - Chapter 1
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My Brother's Bed
by Dennis Banneker
February 1, 2007
Comments welcome.
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Cody, 16
Travis, 14
Mom, 34
Dad, 37
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CHAPTER 1
My younger brother and I have a normal life--except maybe we
argue less than other brothers because our parents are kissy,
caring type of folks--old fashioned and very loving. So without
realizing it, Travis and I grew up that way. And we like it.
But that's not the main thing.
We do a lot of stuff for each other--and hugging and kissing
was an everyday thing to us, like it was for most second-
generation European families. Kindness is more popular over
there, I guess. That's not the main thing, either.
I say we *had* a normal life--until I hit my 15th birthday
and saw Travis as sexual. That's the main thing. I lived with
that silently for a year. Now I'm 16 and going crazy with a
hardon all the time.
I wish I had someone to talk to about this. I got so
frustrated one night, I slapped my dick and missed--and hit my
balls. Ever since then I've been gentle with myself down there.
But still frustrated. I wish there was a place like AA for kids
like me--a place I could say, 'Hi, I'm Cody, and I bone up
looking at my brother.' Yeah, right.
Thing is, I don't want to quit. As frustrating as it is, and
as straight as Travis is, I hold on to the dream. And he has no
clue I'm gay. I'm not sure, myself.
We share a room, my little brother and I. Travis is two
years younger.
We've always had the same beds--but they're *not* the same.
Something is different between the two. I've measured the
mattresses a hundred times and they measure the same, but Travis'
looks bigger.
'It's the frames,' my parents say, 'It just *seems* bigger.'
Frames maybe isn't the right word. It's the wood stuff you
can see that's bigger on Travis' bed. His bedposts are thicker.
I keep wondering if that means his dick will be bigger than
mine someday soon. For me, that would be the ultimate insult,
even though we're good brothers and get along.
I AM two years older and I WILL have the bigger dick, even if
I have to get a penis transplant. Eww, yuck!
I know for sure Travis' bed is taller. It's not fair. As
the older brother, I think *I* should have the taller bed, and as
the superior brother, I think my parents should be able to see
that. I used to beg them to let us switch beds.
I like to say I'm 'superior,' but deep down, I know that he's
better-looking than I am, and smarter, too.
I should be pissed about the beds. But I'm not. It's not
just that the debate is old now and I've gotten used to this
injustice--it's that Travis is cute as hell. And we both sleep
naked. And I go up the wall looking at him when we undress. So,
my brain says if he's that cute, let him have the bigger bed.
Maybe Karma will give me a gift in return.
Travis and I have jerking off down to a science. At bedtime,
we turn out the light, get our lube, and each do it in our own
bed. We moan and make noises, and it's no big thing. Except
it's a big deal to me to hear all his little sexy sounds--
especially when he comes.
There's no good way to describe how sexy Travis looks. He's
blond, with beautiful eyes, smooth skin, angelic face, but he has
this look in his eye and beauty in his smile. And his dick,
soft, is big enough to make me horny.
For a long time, we've been relaxed about hanging around the
room naked before lights out. Lately, Travis has been staying
naked for like 15 minutes instead of the usual five. We talk.
So, I copied him--undressed when he did. We didn't stare,
but we always looked at each other, including our dicks. We'd
seen them since we were little, so it wasn't like a big shock.
We weren't hard, at least not all the way, until we got in bed.
I don't think anyone knows how rough it is to lust after
someone who sleeps a few feet away from you--to have your dick
throb at the sight of a cute 14-year-old who undresses, takes
showers and walks around naked, right in the same room with you.
Travis is tall for 14, so it's almost like lusting after
someone my own age. Not only that, but even when he's not
around, I see him.
Travis is 5 foot 6, 130 pounds with blond hair, and hot
brownish-green eyes. Me--I'm 5 foot 9, 150 pounds, reddish-brown
hair and brown eyes. Together, we make a pair. We both have
thin builds. Travis has a little bush and some pit hair,
otherwise he's smooth all over, and that bones me up, too.
I'm not bad looking, but he's sexy. Maybe someday I'll have
the nerve to come right out and tell him how hot he looks. *Is.*
And how much sexier he'd be if he'd let me get my hands on him.
All he'd have to do is lay still for a while.
Recently I started jerking off earlier in the night, and
louder--hoping I'd get his attention and bring this issue to a
head.
All that did is give him an excuse to jerk off louder. I
felt guilty at times about wanting to touch him, but my hormones
canceled that.
This morning, I had a brilliant idea and couldn't wait to try
it. I decided that at night, I would moan and start to say
things that were bound to get him curious when we jerk. Then,
maybe I could lure him and have my way.
I daydreamed too long. It was a school day.
"Cody! You better take your shower with me or you'll be late
again," my little brother said, yelling from the bathroom--
knowing dad would ground me if I were late again.
It was a rule--we had to shower together if I was running
late (or my hormones ran fast, creating a big fantasy absorbing
all my attention). Travis never ran late. He inherited some
weird gene that makes you get up early and be on time. He *was*
an energetic little guy.
"Okay, Trav--be right there," I said, dreading it.
I was boned and I didn't want him to see that. We hadn't
seen each other hard since we were little, I think. And my dick
wasn't going down with him naked next to me in the shower.
I bit the bullet and got in with him.
"You're hard. Damn, you're big," he said, the water running
down his face making him look cuter than ever. At least he paid
me a compliment and wasn't seeing me blush.
"I'm horny, Trav," I said, knowing it's best to come out with
the truth and go from there.
I was trying to sound casual. Actually I was scared and
shaking with lust looking at his dick so close. But I had to say
that to test the waters.
"You don't jerk off in the morning?" he said, staring at my
boner and getting hard. He wasn't getting hard because of me--it
was just time to bone up.
But I never expected a question like *that.* My cock liked
it.
"No. Do you ?"
"Yeah. Gotta do it now." And Travis pumped his cock.
And *I* almost choked, not expecting this. Shit--just like
that! And his was almost as big as mine.
When you grow up together, you get used to all kinds of new
uncomfortable situations, this one included, so I just grabbed
the body lotion and stroked. Of course, we knew each other's
sounds from our nightly jerk sessions in the dark. So, without
thinking, we would come at the same time. Most nights.
"What are you doing?" I said, suddenly disappointed that
Travis turned his back to me.
"Jerkin off," he said, using one of those voice tones he knew
made me mad.
"Well, at least do the brotherly and MANLY thing, and face
me, Trav. I'm your brother, not some street kid."
"Okay," he said, his hand stroking like crazy, not missing a
beat while he turned toward me. I loved that he was blushing.
"Fuck. You're big for a little guy."
"I'm not little."
"No, but that's a nice one. Almost as big as mine," I said,
getting totally turned on with our staring at each other's
boners, brother's speeding hand, not to mention our breaths.
"I'd be proud of it."
I didn't push the issue that he was several inches shorter
than I was, and that made him little, compared to me. I loved
the crackling liquid sounds we made as we stroked like our lives
depended on it--me extra-boned because I was watching him do it.
"Ohh, oh!"
"UHHH!"
"GOD!"
"FUCK!"
And the cum went flying. Mostly on each other's chest.
"Ah! Alien cum!" Travis shouted, laughing and rinsing it
off.
"Dang, you shoot a lot," I said, unable to laugh, my dick
still throbbing--and me touching the stuff on my chest, feeling
like I needed a second cum.
Travis got out and dried off while I stayed in the shower,
amazed and excited. I played with his cum. I got some on my
finger. And licked it. Finally, some part of my dream had come
true--a nice part. I had his cum! I was gonna be boned all day
because of this.
"Come on, Cody!"
We made it to school on time. I drove--a beat-up Chevy but
it ran good. And if it got scratched, you'd never notice.
I got a hall pass second period and jacked off in the boys
room. My dick would not go down. I kept thinking of tonight and
what I was going to say when we jerked off. I planned to pretend
to be out of it, moaning and saying things--and what I was going
to do to him if my plan worked!
I went to pee after lunch--usually a busy time for the boys
room. But by the time I got to a urinal, things had slowed. In
a few seconds, I was the only one peeing. It was just as well.
I was boning up.
I saw a body move into the urinal one away from me. I
gripped the base of my cock tight and pointed it down the best I
could, trying to hide my hardon. When you get to be a junior, as
I was, you learned never to use your hand to block the view of
your dick. If you did, everyone knew why you were doing that.
I looked up and saw it was Travis. At first he didn't
notice. Then he peeked, saw it was me, saw my bone and blushed.
He got this weird grin. I checked him out--Travis couldn't pee.
He put it away, sighed, zipped up, and left. I think he went to
a different boys room.
In a way it was sad, I thought, that two brothers couldn't
piss at the urinals in the same boys room at the same time. And
I'm standing there, thinking this, even though Travis and I have
peed together lots of times, and will again. But I was pleased
that I had an effect on him. I guess it was a big-brother power
thing in my mind--not that I ever wanted to hurt him or be cruel.
I thought it was funny, too.
As soon as we got home, I turned on the night light in our
room. I was planning ahead.
"Cody, where's my underwear?" he said, standing at his
dresser, looking at an empty drawer.
My brain was so sexed up, I thought even *that* question was
sexual, and felt a twinge in my dick. I was in charge of the
laundry.
"Why? What'd you do--COME in yours?"
"No," he said, blushing, "I couldn't find any this morning,
so I went without it." (That was my fault, I was behind on my
assigned chores.)
"Oh, I bet the girls loved that."
"Yeah," Travis said with a big grin, "some guys, too."
"Well that's good," I said, trying to plant a seed, hope
springing eternal. "Sorry you had to stick out, all day."
"So where is it?" he said, taking his school pants off,
revealing his naked thighs and mouth-watering cock.
"I washed it all and didn't have time to dry it. But I think
there's one pair that got dry with another load. I'll get it for
ya. Wait there!"
"Cody, Get a clue. I'm naked," Travis said, pulling his
shirt off. "I'm not going anywhere."
I stopped dead in my tracks to look at his body--my hand on
the doorknob. I thought to myself, 'Cody--if you have any balls,
you'll go to him and try something right now.' And I did.
"God. Travis," I said in a whispery tone, eyes wide in
admiration--with a grin to match. He froze. "I didn't notice in
the shower, but . . . . "
I had piqued his interest.
Up close to him, I ran my hand up his leg, over his hip, and
down through his pubes to the base of his dick.
"Uh." Little bro froze, but he wasn't tense.
"Sorry!" I pulled my hand back real fast--like I didn't know
what I was doing for a minute and suddenly woke up. "But . . .
you're a hot-lookin dude, bro," I said, gulping.
Nothing like this had ever happened before and I wasn't sure
how Travis would react.
"You really think it's big?" he said, holding up his soft
dick, staring into the head of it.
"Fuck, yeah. From what I saw this morning."
"Cool," he said quietly, still looking at his dick as I left
for the laundry room.
What I really wanted to do was compare sizes with our cocks
side by side, and jerk him off.
I had the dry laundry with me when I got back to our room.
Travis was still standing--naked, petting his chest, hips,
and ass. He had a cute butt. For some reason, he was okay doing
that with me there. And he was hard.
"You look good with a boner," I said, feeling things stirring
down below as I watched him examine a spot on his hip.
"Is this a pimple?"
Oh, I was gonna make the most of this!
"Let me see," I said, getting to my knees next to him. I had
a perfect sideways view of my brother's cock, balls, and butt.
"No, it's a birthmark," I said, rubbing the thing, then moving in
wider circles to rub the whole cheek. If I had stuck out my
tongue, I could've licked the side of his ass.
"It's ugly," he said, fussing over himself.
It was too small to be ugly, I thought.
"Well, whatever you do, don't mess with it. They say the
best thing for that is to get an older brother to slap it," I
said, giving him two cracks of my hand on his butt.
"Ow! Quit it!" he said.
While I had him distracted, I gave him two smacks on the
other side.
"That should do it, Trav."
"Jerk!"
"Twerp!" I tackled him to my bed and dug my skilled fingers
into his ribs.
"No, come on, AH! No FAIR! You got clothes on!"
"Okay, wimp."
I put the laundry basket on his bed and started folding
stuff.
"Jerk," he said, standing a few feet away. I kept peeking at
his dick.
"Hey don't insult the help. This is YOUR underwear I'm
folding," I said, taking a pair and hanging it on his bone like
it was a towel rack.
"You like my dick," he said offhandedly.
"Yeah. I like mine even better," I said, sounding cool and
relaxed while my nerves jangled my knees. "We got the same genes
down there, probably."
"How big is yours when you're hard?" he said, holding the
pair of briefs in his hand.
"Oh," I said, putting my head near his hardon--dying to touch
but not daring now. "About an inch bigger. Mine's six and a
half, for sure."
"Dang, Cody! I measured, and I'm five and three quarters!"
"You're catchin up to me, too fast," I said, adjusting my
bone in my pants. "Gonna have to feed you less."
"You boned?" he said.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Ever get boned in the locker room while other guys undress?"
"Yeah, everybody does, one time or other."
"You see one, you get one, Trav. Kinda normal."
"Oh, I get it," he said, looking down at his cock like it was
the first time he saw it hard. "Even if it's me, huh?"
"I think a dick is better than looking at a . . . . "
"Better than looking at what?" he said, getting red-faced.
"No, I shouldn't say it to you," I said, giving Travis my
most sympathetic condescending brotherly grin as I got ready to
leave with the laundry basket.
"I know what you mean! You don't have to hide it! You can
say it. I'm not a baby anymore!"
Travis followed me all the way down the hall to tell me this.
My brother is sexy as hell when he reacts like that. Maybe it's
just me, but it gave my cock a thrill--especially that he was
naked. This was my chance to boost his ego.
I put the laundry basket down and put an arm on his chest,
and one at the back of his shoulders--so he would know I was
giving him my full attention.
"Okay, bro," I said, "you're a big boy now," and whispered
the answer in his ear.
"Eww! Yeah, you're right, Cody."
I admired his softening prick. There's something sexy about
a boner, but even sexier when a cock's half-hard and has that
thick, 'I'm-getting-horny' look. I admitted to myself that I
wanted to get him horny and bring him off.
"Good thing mom's not home," I said, staring at his dick.
"Ooo, shit," he whispered, hand to his mouth. Travis ran
really fast and disappeared into our room.
It's not that our parents were hung up about nudity or sex,
but we weren't in the habit of being naked around the house,
except in our room. Dad probably wouldn't notice, or else he'd
think 'boys will be boys.'
I was so boned--so excited with Travis' nakedness--and very
baffled why being nude and boned was suddenly okay with him.
Maybe it was always okay. It didn't happen till today.
Could it be that my brother is more laid back about sex and body
than I am, and I've had my head in the sand all this time?
In the laundry room, I got rid of the basket, put the wet
load in the dryer, and returned to our room.
Bro was still naked, playing with his balls, laid back on his
bed.
"Oh, a naked brother," I said.
"Perv!" He said that, but didn't move or hide anything.
"You want me to get naked too?" This was a thousand to one
shot if there ever was one. I just thought I'd embarrass him.
"No."
"I gotta get on mom's good side--been too far behind with the
laundry. You wanna study together, like they've been buggin us
to do? That'll cheer them up."
"Yeah!" he said, shocking me with his answer, suddenly
animated, scrambling to get dressed. There is no telling what
will motivate a little brother.
"What should we study?"
"I don't know. Just whip out a book, he said."
"I could whip out something else."
"Sleaze!"
"Whore!"
"Dirtbag!"
"Here, I whipped out math." I turned to a page I knew we'd
covered in class.
"What does that mean?" Travis said, pointing to an equation.
"You've had algebra," I said.
"Yeah, but--"
"It says, X squared minus 5 equals 11."
"Yeah, but what does--"
"No, don't look at the X now. You take the five and switch
it. Now it says, X squared equals 16."
"Okay, but what's the little two mean?"
"That's the squared part. It means a number multiplied times
itself. So what number times itself equ--"
"Four!"
"Yeah, Trav! Not bad!"
We did a few more problems like that and little bro got them
right. I was proud of him, but didn't say that. I told him he
was smart. Then it was game time.
While we played, Travis concentrated, looking at the screen
the whole time. This freed me to look at his face, and I was
amazed at the things I'd never really noticed about him. He had
a cute nose, nice eyes, and very smooth skin. His hair shined.
All this looking at my brother's face came with a price. He
beat me at every turn. I didn't care.
"Swamped ya down to your last weapon!" he said with a boyish
grin. My dick throbbed at that.
"You're just good, Trav."
"Wait--I smell food."
This was my brother's top priority. Mine, too, but he could
put it away better than I could.
"Geez, it's that time so soon?"
"Must be," he said, going out of the room.
"Didn't even hear mom come home."
We got to the table early and finished setting it.
There was the usual conversation with mom and dad, but I was
nervous the whole time, thinking about jerking off later.
"So, what have you boys been doing today?" mom said.
"Had school," I said. That was big news to everyone.
"We STUDIED together," Travis said, full of energy.
"Really? What?" mom and dad said at the same time.
"A math problem," I said.
"Yeah, and I got the answer before Cody told me!"
"More than one math problem, actually," I added.
"I'm proud of you guys," dad said, smiling. A smile from dad
was a great sign you were on his good list.
"Me, too," mom said. "Is this a trend?"
"We'll work at it," I said, not wanting to be grounded for
bad grades and knowing Travis would help me.
"You guys keep it up." Dad seemed real happy.
That made me think of keeping it up, all right. I was gonna
get it up real soon, with a certain little brother in the next
bed. We always ate late, like around eight o'clock, so, I
wouldn't have too long to wait.
After Travis and I cleared the table and put the dishes in
the dishwasher, I noticed that instead of sitting in the living
room, where they'd usually be by now, mom and dad were still at
the kitchen table.
"We were just talking," mom said. "I want you to know how
proud we are of you two. That's a big change, studying together
like that."
Travis and I stood by the sink, blushing.
"Yeah, if you keep it up," dad said, looking at me, "I'll
trade in your old Chevy and get you that Camry you've been
looking at."
"No shit, dad?"
"Ahh, YES!" Travis said, excited for me.
"Yeah, guys. Let's see what the next report card says."
"Oh, dad!" I said, hugging him. "That's so cool! Okay,
we'll pick out something else to study now."
Travis and I flew up the stairs.
"I wanna study anatomy and cumology," I said.
"Yeah, that makes two of us."
"Okay, I'll set a timer. How long?"
"Twenty minutes?"
"Okay, Trav. Damn, a Camry! Whoooo!"
"What book?" he said, scrounging through my backpack.
"Um--history. Civil War." That was my favorite.
"Cool."
We took turns reading out loud. I wasn't sure if that was
studying, exactly, but it was interesting.
The timer went off.
I went for my belt buckle. In a few seconds Travis and I
were naked.
"Ah, yeah," he said with a grin, stretching his dick away
from his balls.
"Feels good." I was waving mine and watching him, too.
"You're boned."
"Yeah, been horny all day."
"Right, I remember this morning," he said, stroking the shaft
with one finger.
"I'll get the lube, Trav. You get the lights." I was glad
he didn't say anything about the night light.
In bed, on my back, I could see his dick real clear, thanks
to the night light. As I lubed up, I saw him looking, but that
could be him just waiting for the lube.
"All yours," I said, tossing him the bottle.
Squish! There was something incredibly sexy about the sound
of two guys stroking their cocks with lube.
Moan. It didn't take many noises to make me super horny.
Breaths.
"Mmm!"
God, I love these sounds. I was so excited, my dick was
gonna blow right off.
"Ahh!"
"Ooo. Mmm."
Then I went into my act.
"Ohhh, uhh, I wanna suck your cock, mmm."
I said it softly, slurring the words so he wouldn't catch it.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered to himself like he always does.
"Uhhh."
"Ohhhhhhh, so hot . . . I just wanna suck your dick."
"What are you saying, Cody?"
This was it. Sink or swim.
"I wanna suck your dick."
Long silence.
"Mine?"
"Yes, yours."
"Yeah, right," he said.
Louder strokes. Faster squish. Sexier breaths.
Very long silence. Then he spoke again.
"You serious?"
"Yeah," I said, making him jump. I was standing next to his
pillow now.
Emboldened, I slid into my brother's bed.
"This better not be a trick, or else I'll----Oh! That feels
so good!"
"Mmmm."
"You're sucking me!"
"Yeah, I want to. I like it. Is that okay?"
"Ohhhh, yeah," he whispered, putting his trembling hand on
the back of my head.
In ten seconds, I went from no sex to Travis pushing my head
down on his cock like he couldn't get enough. His hot bone
throbbed against my tongue.
"Mmmm," I said, my whole body tingling with the taste and
feel of Travis' pole in my mouth. And just knowing I had his
dick there.
I felt a new affection for him while I sucked his beautiful
cock, knowing I was making him feel good. I must've spilled a
lake of precum on the sheet, but his bone was pulsating and the
feel of that was almost too much for me.
He kept shoving his cock deeper in my mouth, and that almost
sent me over the edge.
"Gonna come!" he yelled.
I nodded.
"Awwwwwwwwrrrgh!"
Dennis (StoriesNew) (Camry is a registered trademark
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