Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:09:42 -0700
From: IWFYA2 <iwfya2@gmail.com>
Subject: Not In My Wildest Dreams 2

Disclaimer: This story is fictional.  All characters and situations come
from the mind of the author, potentially inspired from real life events but
not based in them.  As this story involves sex and sexualized situations,
please do not read if your local laws do not allow such material or if such
material is offensive to you.  18 and over only please!

Author's Note: Since several people missed the fact that the first part was
a wet dream (perhaps I chose a bad title...) I've tried to make it more
clear here.  As always, e-mail is deeply appreciated.  Apologies if the
proofreading isn't the best, but several people mentioned that they wanted
the next part sooner rather than later so I decided to appease them.

A further note: this is a pure "sex" story very light on story.  If your
interested, I have a story that is the opposite in the works -- some sex,
but mostly story.  Starting with this part, I'm going to go ahead and keep
a "mailing list" of anyone thats interested in my stories.  I'll keep two
lists: Those that want "major" announcements like new stories, finished
stories, and the like, and a "comprehensive" list that will be e-mailed
every time I finish a chapter.  If you want in either of these lists,
e-mail me and let me know.

Stroking my ego with compliments and praise would be nice, too.  Please
head all e-mails with the title of the story, *not* things like "that
incest story on Nifty".

Part Two

Having replaced his soaked briefs, Brandon slipped back into his bed.  A
red 3:54 glared at him from the nightstand as he tried to drift back to
sleep.  He still couldn't believe his dream.  How could he possibly have
dreamed about that?  How could he...  he shot over getting fucked!  Bad
enough to shoot his wad during a dream about gay sex, but because *he* was
getting fucked?

Tossing and turning, he watched the time advance as a steel rod between his
legs prevented him from sleeping, kept hard as his thoughts whirled around
the dream.  As 4:21 rolled around he gave up and tossed his covers off.
Slipping his briefs down around his ankles, he grabbed hold of his rock
hard member and rubbed it oh-so-gently, playing with his foreskin as it
swished over his head, eyes rolling back into his head occasionally as a
wave of pleasure overwhelmed him.  He'd used up the last of the tube of
lube he'd found weeks ago, so he was stuck with spit and pre-cum to slick
himself up if he wanted it slick.  Dry was good sometimes, though, and he
forced his breathing to be deep, even, slow, and his hips to remain still.
Unlike his brothers bed, his had squeaky springs, and it would be bad
enough to wake Jeremy up, but his parents were ultra-light sleepers and
might come in to ask what was going on.  The thought of his mother walking
in on him, glistening cock in hand, almost dropped his erection away, but
the thought of only waking Jeremy kept it alive.

Slowly, carefully, gently he continued to play with his most intimate
organ, imagining a hot, wet mouth bobbing up and down on it, sucking for
all his brother was worth.  Warm, wet, maybe the occasional nip of his
inexperienced teeth to help keep things going slow, though oh it would be
nice if his bro were such a great cocksucker to never make that mistake!
Maybe a hand reaching up and tweaking his nipples as the mouth kept its
slow, languorous pace on his cock, his brother's tongue playing with his
foreskin, digging in through the opening to touch his cock head directly
like his finger was oh so gently doing now, rubbing over his piss slit
while covered in his foreskin.  His hips would start to undulate, just like
they were now, and his bed would squeak, just like now, and his cock would
start pulsing as balls pulled in hard against his shaft just like now, and-
Oh gawd, yes, he needed this, yes!  He tossed his head as his hips reared
up, spearing some imaginary target on his member.

Oh shit!  His brother had woken up and was watching him, and Bandon stared
at him in horror as his dick finished its business, shooting cum up in a
great arcs that ended on his belly, his chest, his neck, and finally
settled down to oozing a copious amount all around his hand.  Brandon gaped
at his brother, frozen in shock.  "Jer- Um, I..."

His brother gave a quite laugh, then just threw off his covers and moved
his briefs down quietly, and started rubbing his limp member, bringing it
to life.  "That looked like fun!" he whispered to his elder brother.

"It... it was."  Brandon whispered back.

"I'm glad you didn't do it in the shower this time," Jeremy continued,
stroking his rigid tool.  Continuing in the tone of one imparting a great
secret, he said "I've...  I wanted to see you do it.  I wanted to see you
shoot your cum.  I was curious."

"You were, huh?"  Brandon thought about his dream.  Oh, if only he could be
on the giving end... not that the receiving end hadn't been fun, too!

"Yeah, ever since Dad had The Talk with me."

Brandon flinched.  "Gawd, that was embarrassing.  Did he do yours any
better than he did mine?"

"I don't know -- did he stutter, stammer, and finally just shove a sex ed
book at you when he got to the parts about jackin'?"

Brandon laughed.  "Don't tell me he actually got through the parts about
girl's parts with you?"

"Yeah, he didn't break down until he tried to talk about jackin', and
couldn't even talk about what jackin' was supposed to be practice for!"

"He barely finished talking to me about my parts before he threw the book
at me."  Both of them giggled at this revelation.

"So, did you read the book?" Brandon asked.

"All the way from M to F, including H and B!"  Jeremy giggled hysterically
before quieting down.  Both waited for a few moments for the dread thud of
a parent getting out of bed and walking over to their room, Jeremy's hand
still stroking his hard, glistening member in an expert fashion that
brought life back to his brother's cock.  Both took the opportunity to size
up the other.  In real life, Brandon's was barely four inches long, while
his brother was still packing a paltry three and a half.  But what a three
and a half, Brandon realized, as he compared the girth of the two members
-- Jeremy was almost twice as wide around than he was!

"Whats that supposed to mean, Lil' Jackie?" Brandon joked.

Jeremy giggled at his brothers wit, and moved his hand in a much more
exaggerated fashion to show he understood the name.  "Well, Big Jackie, I
started with Masturbation and ended with Fuck, with drop offs at handjobs
and blowjobs!"

"Oooh, got any favorite parts?"

Jeremy paused for a moment.  "Yes," he grunted.

"What?"  Brandon asked, cock straining as he started to stroke it again.
"The girl pictures?  I liked them... though the guy ones were good too, to
see how I measured... measured uhp!"  Brandon started to pant a little as
he and his brother stroked together.  "I was really worried for a while,
how..  how 'bout you?"

"I..."  Jeremy was really breathing heavy now, and his hips undulated up
and down freely, unhindered by squeaky springs.  "I liked... the
parts... about... messin'... 'round... with...  friends..."

Brandon stopped, shocked.  Getting up he crouched beside his brother's bed
and laid a hand on his shoulder.  "You talkin' bout doing stuff with guys?"
he asked, shocked.

Jeremy stopped and looked at his brother.  "Yeah," he said, embarrassed.
"I can't believe I just said that!"

"S'okay little bro.  My book didn't have that in it!"

"It didn't?" Jeremy asked.

"Nah.  I'm jealous, you can't know more than me!"  Brandon realized what a
good approach this might be to all sorts of further fun.  "Still, at least
you can't shoot yet!"

"Yes I can!"

"Nuh-uh!"  Brandon could have grinned at where this was going.

"Betcha!"

"Sure, whatcha wanna bet 'squirt'?

"Blowjobs?"

"Ah fuck!" Brandon blurted out, shocked at how close things were going to
his dream.

"Sure, that works!" Jeremy agreed quickly.

"What the-" Brandon "I didn't mean that as a suggestion!"

"Trying to back out, bro?"  Jeremy smirked.  Brandon could have sworn...
nah, no way!

"Fine, fine, deal!"  Brandon knew this was going to be fun one way or the
other.

"OK, so how we gonna do this?" Jeremy asked, breathless with anticipation.

"Why don't we jerk each other off -- I'll stroke you until you're
finished, then..."

"That works!" Jeremy agreed quickly, then stretched out.  "Make me feel
good, bro, make me hot..."  Brandon blinked, then ignored the increasing
similarity to his dream.

After all, how could his younger bro know about his dream?

He stretched out beside his brother and cuddled close, legs intertwining
and chest molding to maximize the skin on skin contact that was feeling so
good already.  He let his hand wander down his brother's torso, moving with
the quickening breath to arouse and excite.  His brother's chest began to
gleam with sweat as he moved to meet the caress, hip rubbing against his
brothers crotch as he strained, awaiting the end of the hands epic journey.

Slowly the hand drifted down, tweaking nipples and rubbing belly, then
darting back up to tweak nipples some more, then rubbing into belly button,
seeking the innermost depths of that rather shallow organ.  Jeremy choked
back a groan as Brandon's hand finally reached his abdomen, playing with
the few wisps of pubic hair there before jumping back up.  "Hurry up!"
Jeremy whispered, turning his head to face Brandon.  "Please!"

Brandon let his chin rest on his brother's chest as he smiled, and
deliberately moved his hand back up to the nipples some more, his second
hand -- having worked its way under his brother -- playing with one of
his ass cheeks.  He felt his brother shift, and soon his second hand was
stroking something far more intimate, and Brandon relented to his brother's
increased need, letting his hand drift down to solidly grasp the slick
steel rod.

Brandon gave no notice to the slickness except to press his dick into his
brothers hip even harder, controlling even his expression to hide his
sudden realization.

Or so he thought.  The rapid pulsing of the one part of his body that had a
mind of his own gave him away to a careful observer.  And his brother, lost
in the haze of pleasure as he was, was far more observant than Brandon gave
him credit for, pushing his hip side to side to get a better feel of his
brother's member as they groaned in sudden pleasure.  Brandon lost it, and
started stroking for real, even as he began to hump into his brother,
pressing his desperate member into the warm flesh it rested against.  The
two began to moan and sigh louder and louder, and Jeremy, in a desperate
bid to control the rising noise, grabbed his brothers head and pressed
their lips together, and both opened hungrily.  Each attacked the other's
mouth, tongues thrusting deep and exploring, scraping over teeth, dueling
in the middle for dominance, seeking tonsils and cheeks and pleasure.  The
slippery sliding movement of flesh on flesh accelerated, and soon both were
bucking in pleasure as they shot their loads, soaking Jeremy's hip and
stomach.

Calming down, Brandon stroked a few extra strokes on his brother's member
and whispered, "I'm fucked, aren't I?"

"Not yet!" his brother whispered.  "Just keep doing that so I don't get
soft, and then..."

Brandon kept doing stroking his brother, who groaned as the erection was
forcibly brought from its half-life to full stiffness.  Brandon crouched
over his brother, who whispered to him, "You sure about this?  You don't
have to if..."

Brandon shut his brother up by leaning backwards, ass questing for his
pleasure.  Finally he reached back and placed the flesh he so desired in
the right spot and moved back on it.  It pressed against his dry rosebud
and started to push it open.  Brandon hissed at the sudden pain as his
brother's member tried to force inside, rubbing painfully against his anal
ring.  Grimacing, he pushed back harder determined to make this work, and
gasped with the sudden flair of agony.  "Oh!" he whispered, suddenly white
faced.

But a bet was a bet, and he *wanted* this.  So he pushed harder, grimacing
and sweating.  "No!" his brother whispered.  "Stop, stop it!"  Brandon
pushed back harder, and bit back a scream before it was born as the head
finally popped in.  Seeing his brother's face, Jeremy decided enough was
enough and pushed his brother off him, rolling over as part of the same
motion to throw his brother aside, away from the torture he was insisting
on.

"No..." Brandon cried, rejected by the one he'd come to want so much.  His
brother looked at him, and smiled.

"I'm not going to hurt you bro, get that in your head.  I know how much you
want that -- how much the idea pleased you -- but we aren't going to do
that if it hurts so much.  You can suck me off if you want though..."

Brandon blinked, suddenly worried.  "You know how much I want that?!"