Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 01:27:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Jamie Whatnot <jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com>
Subject: Smooth Apparatus 1

Smooth Apparatus 1

(Gay/Youth/Incest)

By Jamie Whatnot

email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com


First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that
contains gay sexual encounters between brothers. If this is not your thing,
or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now.  All
constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your
bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody
forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you.


Copyright 2007 Jamie Whatnot. Copyright of this work remains with the author.


To be honest, I'd never thought much about my own pubic hair before I hit
my teens. I didn't have a single hair in my crotch or armpits until I was
12 and watched with wonder as my two older brothers sprouted potentially
luxurious bushes around their own thickening tackle. Our mum and dad had
fallen on hard times financially after dad lost his job and so all three of
us boys had to share one big bedroom in the smaller house we'd moved to a
couple of years previously.

My eldest brother, Kieran, was 16 and even had some dark hairs growing on
his chest, leading down in an inviting treasure trail to his pubes, which
framed a short but beautifully robust rod.

Middle bro, Charlie, was 14 and the odd one of the family with blonde
hair. Our dad used to jokingly tease our mum by asking if the milkman
wasn't blonde but, apart from the hair, there was no question that all
three of us were my dad's boys, all of us looking like younger versions of
him. There wasn't much to Charlie's bush, just a small explosion of
peach-coloured fuzz that sat above his nicely maturing meat, not yet
reaching down as far as his rosy ball sac.

Even before Kieran, Charlie and me had been forced by circumstance to share
a room, we'd been quite inhibited around each other. When we were small,
mum had often dumped us in the bathtub together to really mess about until
we were clean. Kieran had always taken his role as the big brother very
seriously, making sure that his younger siblings were safe as well as
scrubbed clean during our soapy play. I remember one time a six-year-old
Charlie laying back in the bath and peeing in a high arc. We other two
squealed and struggled to the other end of the tub to avoid the sprinkles
from above, but we were all laughing too much and too slippery to get very
far before we were drenched.

Now, much older, our fraternal sense of humour had matured somewhat from
the 'peeing on each' other stage and our thoughts turned to the biological
changes going on in each others bodies.

One morning when I was 11, Charlie and Kieran were both laying in their
beds, awake but dozing. I was sitting at our communal computer in the
boxers and vest I'd slept in.

"What you doing?" I heard Kieran from behind me.

"Just looking at something," I answered.

"What?"

"Nothing, Kee. It's ok."

"It better not be porn," said my eldest brother. "If I come over there and
you're having a wank at the computer, you'll be in a pile of shit."

Charlie began to stir from his slumber. "Who's looking at porn?" he asked
sleepily.

"Gary is. He's a little net perv, isn't that right, Gar?"

I was used to this kind of harassment from my brothers, so didn't even look
around at them. That would just make them worse.  "Just go back to playing
with your stiffy, Kee. I'm just looking for something for school, so leave
me alone."

"Aaaww..." piped up Charlie, laughing. "The baby's embarrassed!"

From experience, I could see where this was heading and decided that
retreat was the best option. I logged off and got up to go and have my
shower.

Kieran was laying in bed on one side, his head propped up on one hand. As
usual when my big brother was in bed, there was a gentle movement under the
duvet at crotch level. "See?" he said to Charlie, "I said he was having a
wank!" I looked down to my own crotch. True, my cock was pushing out the
front of my grey Spider-Man boxers quite a bit but it was only because I
needed a pee so badly.

"Ha ha!" chortled Charlie, "Little baby's got a hard-on!"

Even at that age I wasn't to be messed with when I got annoyed. "That's not
a hard-on," I sulked, as I walked past Kieran's bed. At light-speed, I
grabbed the bottom corner of the summer-weight duvet and tugged it as hard
as I could. It flew across the room and half-landed on top of Charlie.

"THAT'S a hard-on!"

Everything froze for a few seconds. Kieran was laying on his side in the
same position, but it was now very obvious that he'd pulled his briefs down
beneath his splendid bush and hairy balls, and had a large and very
angry-looking erection in his fist.

I stared, Charlie cracked up, and Kieran looked like he was going to
spontaneously combust.

"Little bastard!" he snarled and tried to cover himself up. But by the time
he got to the second word I was out of the door and halfway down the
landing.

For the rest of that day, that vision of my brother was etched across my
mind. To be honest I don't think my little rod went down at all. Until then
it had been one of those weird situations - we all knew we wanked and
despite the telltale rustle of bedclothes after lights out, we'd just never
gotten to the stage where we'd openly seen each other. In fact, Charlie
would often lock himself in the bathroom for hours on end rather than risk
getting caught red-handed (no pun intended!) by his merciless siblings.

Kieran had seemed pretty pissed off and so I avoided him for the rest of
the day. However, that night he got his revenge.

It was the weekend and Charlie was sleeping over at a friend's
house. Kieran was out with his idiot girlfriend and so I spent the evening
in our room on the computer. Okay, despite my protestations of the morning,
I wasn't above looking at a little porn, although I always made sure there
was no danger of being disturbed as I followed the usual routine of opening
my trousers, pulling my hard penis out over the top of my boxers and
stroking it while surfing from one site to another.

The previous year I'd started looking at exclusively straight stuff but in
recent months my attentions had turned to bi and gay sites. There was
something increasingly attractive about seeing guys with huge dicks
stroking one off on the monitor in front of me.

Anyway, the house we lived in now was pretty old and I'd worked out long
ago that I could easily hear the clunky front door close and the telltale
creak as someone came across the landing. This night, though, I was pretty
engrossed in a website of young eastern European guys, most of whom looked
no older then Kieran, if that. The site was full of them in underwear,
naked, wanking solo, and sucking and fucking each other and I drank it all
in. My mind was swimming with the sight of bare flesh and hard cocks,
oblivious at that moment to anything else going on in the world as I tugged
furiously on my blood-engorged little prong.

As I felt a familiar tingle start in my balls, I closed my eyes for a
moment. When I opened them again, I was suddenly aware that I seemed to
have grown a second head. Another face was next to mine, our cheeks almost
touching. Immediately I recognised my big brother's deodorant.

"What ya doing, shit-head?" sneered Kieran, "Getting in some practice?"

I panicked and tried to shut down the computer while at the same time
attempting to stuff my cock back into my pants.
 My first thought was that the bubble-headed Lucy was with him but was
relieved to see that we were alone.

"GO AWAY, KIERON!" I screamed and leapt at him, pushing my brother back
onto the bed. It was a ridiculous sight, Kieran - a full two feet taller
than I - on his back with tears of laughter rolling down his face, while
his younger brother whose jeans had fallen around his knees and whose cock
and balls were flopping around over the waistband of his boxers, showered
him with small boy punches.

After a couple of minutes Kieran got bored with being hit and tried to use
his strength and weight to push me off him but I was a wiry little thing
and hung on for dear life. So, instinctively, Kieran did the first thing
that came to mind - he reached between our struggling bodies, grabbed my
little nut sack with his free hand and twisted... hard.

It was a good thing that the walls of our house were old and therefore
pretty thick because I yelped loud enough to wake the dead. Even my eldest
brother gasped in surprise at the sound I made. I jumped off him and
retreated to my own bed, whimpering, after making sure my tackle was tucked
away out of harm's way. Just in time...

"What the hell's going on in here?" asked our mother, framed in the door
and obviously pissed off.

Kieran looked at me and try to flash me the secret smile we reserved for
ganging up on the adults. I just glared at him, knowing the power of life
and death - or at least a significant grounding - was in my small hands.

"I...I hurt myself. I fell over something," I lied.

"PACK IT IN, YOU TWO! That's your first and last warning tonight!"

As the door closed behind our furious mother, Kieran looks sheepishly at
me. "Thanks for not dropping me in it," he said.

But I wasn't in the mood for reconciliation. I held onto my balls through
my trousers and rocked back and forth on my bed. Tears welled up in my eyes
- real tears of pain, rather than anything produced on cue to solicit
sympathy.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"You grabbed me down there and it hurt!" I squalled.

Kieran came over to me. "I'm sorry, Gar. You were squashing me and I just
lashed out. I've been hit in the balls a lot at rugby practice so I know
it'll pass." He smiled. "D'ya want me to kiss them better?"

For a moment I thought he was serious but then I looked up and he had this
big shit-eating grin on his face. It faded as Kieran realised just how much
he'd hurt me.

"C'mon, mate," he said after a few moments, "let's take a look at the
damage."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "WHAT??"

Kieran squatted down in front of me. "Look, it isn't like we haven't all
seen each other's tackle a million times before. If you'd rather, you could
always go and show mum!" He looked genuinely concerned. "If it's hurting
that much it should be looked at by somebody."

"I don't want to." I said.

"Don't be silly, Gar," he said, "You saw mine this morning and that was
when it was hard! Let me just check it's nothing serious."

Well, my balls were still hurting like hell. Gingerly I scooted to the edge
of the bed and stood up. My crotch was level with my big brother's face.

"Drop 'em then," Kieran said cheerily but then seemed to get impatient as I
dawdled. "Oh for fuck sake, I'll do it myself!" he said quickly and in a
flash he had yanked my trousers down. My boxers were caught up too and
headed in the same direction.

"The doctor is in!" announced my wonderful fool of a brother and proceeded
to gently lift my hairless ballsac, moving it this way and that. "Where
does it hurt exactly?"

"Underneath." I answered helplessly.

Kieran kept prodding and, despite the pain, nature took its course and my
little cocklet began to thicken. Fortunately, he seemed to take it all in
his stride. "In my expert medial opinion," he announced grandly, "You've
bashed your knackers because you haven't got any pubes to cushion them. Oh
and you seem to be queer for your doctor!"


To be continued...


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