Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 08:26:06 +0100
From: Harry Miller <harry.miller67@googlemail.com>
Subject: Tactile Sam, Part 2

EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. This story is a work of fiction: the
characters aren't real, the plot isn't true, the places don't exist.
The story contains scenes of a sexual nature between an older and a
younger brother.  If you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read
this story, then stop reading now.  Commercial use of this work is
prohibited without the author's express permission.

I was so frustrated at the lack of stories on Nifty that involved
frottage, I decided to write my own.  It's a shame there aren't more
frot stories - why don't you write one and submit it?

This is my second story; please let me know what you think.


Tactile Sam, Pt 2


How exciting!  Adrian has said that it's quiet at the sports centre
over the Easter holiday, so I can spend some time at the pool and
he'll give me some lessons.  I'm just getting changed while he sorts
out some paperwork for his boss.  He was right, it's a quiet morning
and there aren't many people around, just a couple of old people who
just swim up and down, up and down.

My swimming trunks are a little small, now.  They were a little too
big when we went on holiday last year, but I've grown a lot, and now
they're tight.  They feel really nice against my skin, all smooth and
silky, and hug my bum cheeks quite firmly.

"Sam, are you ready?" calls Adrian.  I scoot on out to the poolside,
and there he is in his white t-shirt and loose-fitting, blue cotton,
knee length shorts.  He's got some white tennis socks on, as well as
his white trainers that always look brand new because he only wears
them at the poolside.  As well as swimming, he helps Uncle Greg coach
us in tag rugby, and he plays 5-aside football with his mates every
weekend, so he's very fit and muscly.  He has a lovely smile, which
rarely leaves his face; this makes me feel warm and happy.

Although I've been swimming with school, and I can get around in the
water, I'm not a particularly good swimmer.  Adrian says that this is
embarrassing given that he's a swimming teacher.  I love being in the
water; it's great fun.  Adrian works me hard, though, and before long
I'm swimming up and down the width of the pool, trying to front crawl
with the proper arm and leg movements.  I'm doing my best, but he's
clearly getting a little frustrated.

"Come on, get out of the pool and let me show you," he calls.

I climb out, and he gets me to lie down on the poolside.  Maneuvering
my arms, he tries to show me how to  move them to make a decent
stroke.  It's difficult to listen to what he's saying: my arms are
cold and wet, and his hands feel all nice and warm against my skin.
Why can't I just cuddle him for a bit, then I'd warm up.  He then
moves his hands to my left leg, holds it straight and starts lifting
it up and down.  Again, I'm not really listening to what he's saying.
He's got his strong hands under my thigh and my knee, and it feels
really nice against my wet skin.  All this movement is rubbing my
willy against the ground, just like I do in bed when I'm thinking
about Uncle Greg playing rugby.  And just like in bed, it makes my
willy go all stiff, and give me a tingling feeling around that area.
It's so nice, I don't notice when he calls my name.

"Sam, are you listening.  Come on, get back in the pool safely, and
give it a go.  OK?"

When I get in, the water feels colder than before, especially inside
my trunks.  The cool water moving between my legs and around my willy
and balls is very soothing; I can't concentrate.  We keep trying for a
little longer, and I'm certain I'm getting the hang of it.  But then
he says it's time to get out and changed.

I head for the changing room, but it seems so cold now that I'm out of
the water and start shivering.  Adrian follows me in and starts
talking about Dad and what's going on with my Mum.  I don't like
talking about it, it upsets me just to think about it, so I ignore
him.

"Don't just sit there, come on, you must dry yourself off quickly or
you'll catch your death!"  he says.

Impatiently, he pulls my towel out of my duffel bag and starts rubbing
it all over my head.  Ah, that's nice, I much prefer it when someone
else dries me off, especially Dad or Adrian.

"Stand up," he says, gently.  I stand up, and he starts rubbing the
towel roughly down my neck and all over my chest.  Then he dries each
arm off and the sides of my body.  He then swivels me around and
starts rubbing my back.  I'm in heaven; it's so nice having a big
cotton towel rubbed all over your body (it almost feels like
sandpaper, but it's invigorating!)

Adrian slips his thumbs inside the waistband and carefully pulls my
trunks down to my ankles.  His face is now level with my waist, and
quite unexpectedly he just leans over and kisses my wet bum cheek.  He
smiles; he's just playing, but I liked it a lot.  I turn and point my
other bum cheek at his face, and he laughs and plants a sloppy kiss on
that one too.  It tingles and makes me giggle.

After stepping out of my trunks and kicking them away, he starts to
dry my bum, rubbing really hard.  He dries between my bum cheeks,
which really tickles, and down the back of my legs.  I turn around
again for him and it makes me laugh; my willy's all stiff and although
it's not that big, it's pointing right at his face.  He doesn't seem
to be laughing now, but stares at my willy for a second or two, before
starting to dry the front of my legs.  I thought this a little
strange, because Dad says I should dry from top to bottom, and so your
legs and feet should be last.

Anyway, Adrian then gently rubs my tummy with the towel again, and
then around my willy and balls.  Gosh, that feels nice.  He's doing it
ever so slowly, round and round in circles.  Then he changes, and
starts rubbing up and down, so the towel rubs my balls and then my
willy on the way up, and drags along my willy and then my balls on the
way down.  Nice and slowly, very gently; I close my eyes because this
feels so nice and relaxing.  He then pushes the towel slightly between
the top of my thighs with his hand, and gently rubs along the
underside of my willy and balls.  He presses quite firmly, and that
feels nice too.

Hit sits on the bench, and pauses for a second, looking deeply into my
deep brown eyes, before pulling me close up to him.  His legs are
spread apart, and I'm standing right in between them.  I'm feeling
very relaxed now, after my swim, and I'm all warmed up after my rub
down.  I lean into him and he wraps the huge towel around me and hugs
me against his chest with his big arms.  He moves his arms around my
waist, and pulls my waist into him.  My willy's still stiff, and it
presses up against him.  Like with Dad last night, I can feel
something poking into me, so I reach down between us and find that
he's got a big willy too, and it's very stiff and poking up in his
shorts making a tent.  Gently, I rub my palm along the end of it, and
Adrian sighs, closing his eyes.  He licks his lips (he must be
thirsty), and hugs me a little tighter.  I keep rubbing my hand up and
down, pressing harder and harder against his willy, and his willy
seems to get harder and harder itself.  My legs are pressed right
inside his thighs now, and my willy is pressed up against my hand,
which is pressed up against his willy.  It feels great, but it's a
little uncomfortable, so I pull my hand out.  Now I can lean against
him even more and wrap my arms around his cavernous chest.

He moves his arms, places each hand on one of my bum cheeks, and
starts moving me around so that my willy and balls are rubbing from
side-to-side against his big willy.  This is a bit like what Dad was
doing, but better because I'm standing up and can press really hard
against Adrian.  The movement against his shorts makes my willy tingle
like crazy, and it's definitely good for Adrian too, given the look on
his face.

I press harder and harder against Adrian, and he presses back, still
gripping my bum with his hands and gyrating me against his willy.
He's pressing back and forth against me now with his hips, almost
lifting off the bench.  He changes his grip, so that one hand is
spread open and pressing against the whole of my bottom.  With the
other, he reaches right around, and pushes his fingers between my
thighs from the back, and starts wiggling his fingers so that it
tickles my balls and the underside of my will and my bum hole, all at
the same time.  This completely sends me into a frenzy, and I start
thrusting up against him uncontrollably.  We both start moaning and
panting, like we've been running around the playground for a long time
really fast.  Adrian pushes harder, and pulls me around faster and
faster.  I recognize the look on his face, he looks just like Dad did.
 Then suddenly he calls out, and it's almost like he's crying.  He
keeps pulling me in, and I suddenly get all tingly, and the giddy
feeling overwhelms me.  After a couple of seconds, I collapse against
him, and he against me.  We're both totally out of breath and it takes
a while before either of us moves again.

We lift our heads, and look each other in the face; both of us are
grinning.  He gives me a brotherly slap across the bum, and says "Come
on, Sam, let's get those clothes on."  It's as if nothing happened.
He holds out my pants.  I put my legs in and he pulls them up, and
gives my willy a little squeeze through the cotton (which tickles).  I
put my arms in the air, and he grabs my vest and slides it over my
arms and head.  I turn around to look for my shorts, and he squeezes
my bum cheek.  That feels nice too, but not as nice as when he
squeezed my willy through my pants.

It's not long before I'm dressed and ready to go home.  Adrian says
he's got to go and help Grandad Derek on his farm, but he'll drop me
off on the way.  We go to the car, and get in.  Unfortunately, Adrian
can't start it; his car is such a wreck, with one wing mirror taped
on, bits of rubber falling off, so it's no real surprise.  Thankfully,
there's a coach service that goes from the sports centre and through
my village.

Although it's April, the weather's not too warm yet, and we get quite
cold waiting for the coach.  Once it comes, we sit down together and I
lean against Adrian, trying to warm up.  Thankfully, I know another
trick to warm up: I push my hand in between Adrian's thighs.

"Oi, what are you doing, Sam?" he says.

"Just trying to warm my hand up; it's freezing on this coach," I reply.

"OK, then, but keep still, you might cause some damage down there if
you're not careful."  We both laugh.

The roads aren't in the best condition, and nor is the coach's
suspension.  As we drive along, we bounce up and down a lot, which
makes my hand rub up and down between Adrian's thighs.  He says
nothing, but I notice that there's a firmness forming in his shorts.
I soon realize what's going on: his willy's getting all stiff again.
It's growing to become quite large again and is poking up in his
shorts.  I can also feel his balls.  They're much bigger than mine,
and they're very warm too, so I press my hand in towards his balls a
bit more to warm it up.  He still doesn't say anything, and I notice
that he's got his eyes closed now.  Perhaps he's tired.

He must be cold, too, because he lifts his arm that's between us, puts
it around me and pulls me in closer.  He's so much bigger than me that
he rests his arm on my thigh.  He starts gently stroking, but the cold
overcomes him, and he too puts his hand between my thighs.  His
fingers are definitely cold; I can feel them through my trousers and
pants, and it makes my balls tingle a little.  The movement of the
coach and his hand moving up and down has the same effect on me as my
hand has on him, and I can feel my willy go all stiff.  For a few
minutes, we both just sit there enjoying the ride.

Then Adrian shifts his hand slightly, so that instead of just his
fingers, his whole palm is pressing up against my willy, and his
fingertips are tucked under my balls.  It's a different tingling to
what I've felt before, because of my trousers and pants.  It's more
like when I'm wearing my pajamas and rubbing against my bed.  This is
much nicer, though: I can just sit there and enjoy it.  I try to do
the same for Adrian, but because of how we're sat, I can't twist my
hand around.

Adrian sees that I'm struggling, so he pulls his hand out, and with
both arms lifts me out of my seat and onto his lap, facing forwards.
This is nice; much warmer and I can snuggle right back into his body.
He puts his hand back in my lap, but instead of between my legs, he
pushes it under the waistband of my trousers, resting it on my willy
and balls again, pressing against my pants.  Now that makes me tingle
like crazy, I love the feeling of his hand rubbing my soft cotton
pants against my willy and balls.  And I can now feel his big stiff
willy pressing up against my bum crack.  The motion of the coach means
I'm rocking quite a lot against his willy.  We're having a great time.

We're only a few minutes away from the village now.  Although I'm
tingling a lot, I know I'm not going to get the giddy feeling like
this, and I don't think Adrian is too.  He has the same thought as me,
and slips his free hand inside the back of my trousers and starts to
pull them down a little.  I shift a little to make it easier, and it
helps that they have an elasticated waistband; quickly my trousers are
around my knees.

Now we're getting somewhere.  I can better feel Adrian's stiff willy
pressing through his think cotton shorts between my bum cheeks, which
are pressed harder against him because he's pressing his palm against
my willy again, with his fingertips still tickling my balls.  The
roads aren't in very good condition around here, especially after the
frosty winter we just had.  As such, the coach is bouncing all over
the place, making me rub quite hard against Adrian's palm, and in turn
him against my bum.  Adrian starts to moan a little now.  The constant
rubbing of my willy against his palm makes me tingle more and more; it
feels amazing.  All of a sudden, I get that giddy feeling again.

"Oh, oh, oh, Adrian!" I cry.  I tense up and shake uncontrollably for
a second, holding my breath.  As I start to relax, he wraps both arms
around my chest and belly, pulling me in tightly against his body.

A couple of big jolts from the moving coach, and Adrian groans, "Oh
yes."  He too stiffens up for a couple of seconds before relaxing.

The bus starts to come to a stop, and I jump off Adrian and quickly
pull up my trousers.  I can see that his willy is still quite stiff
and poking up in his shorts, so I reach over and rub it a little with
my hand.  It stiffens up a little as I touch it, and Adrian moans a
little.  His shorts are damp where the end of his willy is and there's
a dark patch; I hope he hasn't wet himself, that would be very
embarrassing.

Before I get off the coach, I throw my arms around Adrian's neck, and
give him a big kiss.

"Right, I'm off to Grandad Derek's.  See you at rugby practice?" he asks.

"Of course."  I reply.  "Uncle Greg would go nuts if I didn't turn up!"