Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 01:18:49 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Teaching Baby Brother, Chapter One

		    TEACHING BABY BROTHER, CHAPTER ONE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I nearly bumped my nose on the front door when I turned the knob and
pushed and the door didn't open. Remembered, said, "Shit!" and fumbled in
my pocket for the key. God, don't let me have lost it, Mom wouldn't be home
until seven-thirty, and I would have been stuck in the hallway with my baby
brother until then. Not even enough money on me to buy a single candy bar
to eat until then, either.
     But the key was there, and I decided I'd take Mom up on her offer to
buy me a keychain that could clip onto my belt-loop. And maybe get a copy
made and leave it with a neighbor, though we didn't really know any of our
neighbors yet. I had some trouble opening the lock because I wasn't used to
needing a key to get into our apartment, but I got it open and went inside
shut it. I was alone for an hour until Boyd got home, then I was his
babysitter until Mom came in.
     It wasn't like I was mad at Mom. I mean, Dad had taken off on us and
left her to fend for herself and for us. I had offered to get an
after-school job, but she had pointed out with sensibility I couldn't fend
off that I'd help the best by pitching in and helping take care of Boyd.
     Boyd had just started the first grade and was a real pain in the
ass. At an age when I only wanted to be left alone and free to hang out
with my friends, Boyd was at the age when he wanted to hang around me and
do everything I did and poke his nose into everything I did. I didn't hate
my baby brother, but he was darned inconvenient, and him needing someone to
look after him after school each day was just the icing on the cake. My
social life, which should have just started to take off, was dead in the
water; I had to head right home and be there when he got home and cook him
macaroni and cheese or warm up the supper Mom had made for us and left in
the fridge. Chief cook and bottle-washer, Mom had made it clear I was also
to take care of the laundry and other such things. I cursed the "Family
Living" class I'd had last year, she knew darned well I knew how to do all
that, wash, sweep, mop, do basic home chores...and she knew I knew Boyd
like a book whether I liked to admit it or not. In his hero worship of me,
he obeyed me better than he did her. Since Dad had left, he was sticking to
me more tightly than ever.
     I sat down on the living room couch, determined to enjoy my single
hour of privacy to the maximum. At least for this one hour, I was home,
alone and could do whatever I wanted. Images of imitating Tom Cruise
dancing around in his underwear tempted me, but not for too long. I turned
on the television, master of the remote control at last, but at that hour,
it's all children's cartoons. I left it on "Batman Beyond" and watched the
characters moving around. The new Batman in that show was damned cute, one
of the girls at school had mentioned I looked like him. I didn't really see
it myself, my hair is dark brown, not black. But maybe in the face and the
build, long and thin.
     I wouldn't mind bagging Terry if he'd been real, I thought. As if the
thought brought the action, they showed the character floating in some sort
of tank of green liquid, fig-leafed by machinery, naked otherwise. My dick
threw a woody at the thought of that, being in that tank with him and
floating around. He wasn't having any trouble breathing inside there,
super-oxygenated liquid they called it, I pictured Terry and me floating
around and around in that green liquid in the vat of clear glass.
     Shit, I was hornier than ever. Go to my room and whack off, that was
the ticket!
     Go to my room? Why would I bother to do that? I was alone!
     I shucked off my t-shirt and thought about stripping entirely, but
neighbors sometimes knocked on the door, I didn't want them to barge in
maybe and catch me beating my meat. Instead I tugged my shorts down, lifted
my cock up and began to pump it. Nice and slow, there was no hurry, no kid
brother banging on the bathroom door demanding to be let in, no Mother who
didn't believe a child needed any privacy at all and walked in on me
whenever she felt like it. Nice and slow, watching Batman Beyond and
getting off on that stud Terry.
     Terry was out of that vat of liquid, now they were working on him. I
hadn't caught whether it was doctors trying to help him or some nefarious
villain out to use him, but it didn't matter, I was getting close-ups of
his body. He had a nice body, not very muscular when he wasn't in his
Batman costume, a body about like mine. No nipples. I rubbed my own
nipples, feeling the brown nub like a button sewn onto my body; it felt
good. I wondered what else felt really good, now that I could take my time
and do whatever I wanted. Maybe try some whipped cream on my dick, I'd
heard about something like that, though I wasn't sure just what you'd do
with it when you got it on you. I could find out, maybe it made some
bodacious lubricant, like fucking somebody, I imagined a squelching sound
on my prick as I pounded it, moaned and closed my eyes. Damn, I was getting
close!
     "What are you doing?" Boyd asked me. He was right beside the couch.
     "Gah!" I shouted and jerked away from him, my little brother, his
rounder, angelic face peering at my cock intently, like it was something
he'd never seen before. Maybe he hadn't, but I was his ant under a
magnifying glass.
     I whipped my body away, tried to roll onto my stomach to cover my
nudity and my erection, and ended up falling on the floor instead. Right on
my hard-on, too, it hurt. "Agh!" I screamed and rolled on over, clutching
my prick again, this time in pain. It felt like I'd broken it!
     I rubbed it.
     "Did you hurt yourself?" Boyd asked me.
     "Hell, yeah!" I said with feeling. "What were you doing, sneaking up
on me, I told you not to do that, ever! And what are you doing home, your
bus doesn't get here until four fifteen!"
     My school was nearby and I walked home, Boyd took a bus that only
dropped him off after going to the end of the district and came by our
house on its way back to the schoolyard.
     "Got a ride with Jeff." Boyd mentioned a friend of his at school.
     "Uh, jeez!" I moaned as I rubbed my prick. It wasn't broken, at
least. I'd heard you could break it, but I think I'd just pinched mine
really bad.
     "What were you doing? Did you hurt yourself down there?"
     "I did when you scared me." I said. I'd learned to answer all of
Boyd's questions as best I could; otherwise, he'd go straight to Mom and
ask her. I didn't doubt he'd tell her, "I saw Duncan playing with his
wienie. Why was he doing that?" I didn't want to know what her answer would
be!
     "You weren't rubbing it before because it hurt you?"
     "No." I admitted. Shit, I didn't want to discuss the facts of life
with Boyd! But what choice did I have? Mom learned most of my secrets via
the Boyd Express.
     "So why were you rubbing it?"
     "Because it feels good to rub it when you get older." I said.
     "Really?" Boyd asked me. He giggled. "It looked like you were trying
to yank it off."
     "That's what they call it, yanking off." I said semi-accurately. I was
trying to end the questions quick as I could.
     "Can I see you do it?" he asked.
     "No." I said. "It's private. Personal. You aren't supposed to talk to
anybody about it, ever, ever, ever." I said emphatically.
     "I won't tell." Boyd said. "Let me see."
     "Why don't you go to your room and play." I said instead. "Or watch
television. Batman's on."
     "Okay." He got up onto the couch, I pulled up my pants and zipped
them, and I thought that ended it. We watched the show.
     But when it was over, the next show was Digimon, which neither of us
liked. Boyd clearly hadn't forgotten, because he said, "Duncan?"
     "Yeah, Boyd?"
     "What's it feel like when you yank off?"
     "Huh?" I'd semi-forgotten our conversation.
     Boyd grabbed his crotch and mimed pumping a dick. "What's it feel
like?"
     "Uh, you'll find out when you're older." I said. "For now, just forget
about it, okay? And don't tell Mom."
     That was where I messed up, Boyd seized on my weakness on this like a
piranha hits raw meat. "I won't tell her if you'll show me how to do it,"
he said cunningly.
     "I don't want to show you how to do it!" I said. "It's personal."
     "So was your video game, and Mom made you let me play with it." he
pointed out, the simple truth. "Mom said you had to share your things with
me."
     "She didn't mean to share this." I said.
     "Why not?" Boyd stood in front of me and the television set. I'd been
flipping channels, wishing we had cable television, life with only five
channels really sucks, especially on a weekday afternoon.
     "Because it's for people who are older than you are."
     "I'll tell Mom." He said again.
     "Don't threaten me or I'll flush your goldfish down the toilet."
     "I don't care, that fish is dumb." He said. True, he didn't care about
it, Mom or I had to feed it and clean its water. It was swimming around,
ignored by both of us, right now. "I'll tell Mom you wouldn't share with
me."
     "Fine!" I said. "Fine!" Give the little bastard a real lesson about
how some things aren't for him. Like Grandpa giving us lighted cigarettes
and letting us find out how they scalded your lungs and burned your
eyes. "You want to see how, I'll show you how to do it, only you got to
shut up about it."
     "Okay." he said.
     I unzipped my shorts again and Boyd took his off entirely, and his
shirt, too. "Okay, what do I do?" he asked me.
     "Uh, you wrap your hand around it like this." I said. My dick was
totally soft. "And you pull it back and forth like this. Keep a tight hold
on it, let the skin slide back and forth."
     "Why is yours so little now?" he asked me. "It was nice and big
before."
     "It gets bigger and stiffer when you do it a while." I said.
     "Hey, look, mine's getting all pointy." He giggled. The little fucker
had an erection, I didn't know you got them at his age! "Only mine's not as
big as yours."
     My own cock, the center of all this flattery, was responding, rising
up and getting stiff.
     "Ooh, look, now it's getting bigger. Wow!" Boyd said in undisguised
admiration. "I didn't know it would do that. Mine doesn't do that, it just
got all pointy."
     "It will...when you get older." I said. "And when you pump it back and
forth it feels real good."
     "Mine feels good." Boyd said. "Tingles."
     "Yeah, it tingles." I agreed. Shit, I was getting hard. There was a
certain innocence about all this. I was teaching my little brother about
his dick. Somebody had to, it would either be me or it would be some friend
of his and who knew what they'd tell him? Or I thought of my teacher for
sex education, and the horror stories that old bat trotted out, starting in
with venereal diseases and AIDS, and teen pregnancy. I think they want to
scare kids about sex, since they can't stop them from doing it any other
way!
     Well, Boyd wouldn't have that be his first taste of sex, it was going
to be me, his big brother, who taught him how to enjoy his dick.
     "It does more than just tingle, when you get older." I said. "You get
older, and it starts growing, it gets bigger and then when you yank it like
this, after a while, it feels really good, real, real good, and you shoot
out some white stuff."
     "Really?" Boyd was astounded. "Wow! Does yours do that?"
     "Yeah." I said. "It started doing it when I was about thirteen, just a
little. Now it shoots out a whole lot."
     "I want to see!" he said, practically yipping like an eager
puppy. "Can I see you shoot that white stuff?"
     I stopped jerking myself, hell, this had gone far enough. "That's
enough teaching." I said to him. "I taught you how to do it, that's all I
said I'd do."
     His reaction was to reach out and grab my cock in his own hands. "I
wanna see it!" He whined. "Come on, let me see it." And he began to pull on
my dick!
     Maybe I should have yelled at him to stop, maybe I should have done
something else. But God, his hand felt so good on my cock. I'd never had
someone else play with my dick before, and it doesn't feel the same as you
doing it to yourself. It's different, better somehow, it's like all you
have to do is lay there and enjoy it.
     So I did, I lay there and let my little brother play with my
prick. "Mmm, that feels good!" I said after a time.
     "You like that?" he asked me.
     "Yeah." I said. "Only do it a little faster, it feels better when you
do it nice and fast."
     "Okay." he said and darned if he didn't put both his hands on it and
began to whomp on my dick. If it had felt good before, now it felt
incredible. "Oh, ow, oh, ooh!" I groaned. "Yeah, Boyd, pump it for me, pump
it nice and fast. Come on, do it for me, pump all that jizz out for me."
     "Is jizz the white stuff?" Boyd asked.
     "Uh? Yeah, yeah, it's one of the names for it. Jizz, come, sperm's the
right word for it."
     "You're going to shoot sperm out of your wienie?"
     "My cock, yeah, I'm going to shoot come out of it. If you'll keep
jerking me like that."
     "Is jerking another word for yanking off?"
     "Yeah, yeah, stop with the dumb questions, just pump it for me. Come
on, harder and faster."
     "I can't do it any faster." Boyd complained. "My hands are getting
tired."
     I looked at him, his arms extended. "You're stretched out too
much. Get in closer."
     He surprised me, he got up on the couch with me and tried it with one
hand for a while, and I liked that, moaning. God, I didn't ever want my
little brother to stop whomping on my dick. Little fucker turned out to be
good for something after all! "Ooh, shit, yeah, yank it for me, little
brother, yank it for me."
     "My hand's tired."
     "You can't stop." I said. "Once you start it for a guy, you have to
finish."
     "But my hands are tired."
     "It's okay, I'm nearly done." I panted, gulped and swallowed. "I'll
cream it but good in a moment. But you got to keep doing it for me."
     "Okay." Boyd said valiantly and he got onto my stomach. Now he could
use both hands again. I looked at his back, hunched over in intense
concentration. Teach him a lesson about being nosy, all right, when I shot
it I shot it hard! "I'll be coming soon!" I said to him. "Now really pump
on it hard." I said. "Squeeze it tight and pump it and when it starts
shooting, you keep on pumping it really hard, you understand?"
     "Okay." Boyd said. "Come on and shoot your jizz, Duncan. I want to see
it!"
     Shit, those soft little hands were milking me but good, I was
groaning, we were alone and going to be alone every day from now on.
     "Oh, God!" I grunted. "Coming now, Boyd, you pump it and...keep
on...pumping it...for me, baby...brother, uh, uh, HNKKK!" And I blasted it
but good.
     I could feel and hear the splatters of my jizz as they peppered my
little brother. It got him right in the face with that first blast, and I
was bucking up and down with him on my stomach and I was drenching little
brother with the hardest fucking come-load I'd ever shot out and I do mean
ever! I'd never creamed so hard, and it was getting him!
     "Oh, ah, gah, huh, nkh!" I roared as I spurted all over my little
brother's face and chest and body. I could feel it dribbling down onto my
body, I had thoroughly soaked him but good!
     Boyd was moaning and sputtering and jerking about, too, squirming his
little butt on my stomach and I felt his cock poking at my prick while he
jerked me, his moans of lust mimicking my own. Or was he mimicking?
     Done, I fell back onto the couch and panted, and Boyd panted, too, on
top of me, his tiny hands sticky with my jism as he placed them on my
thighs and held himself up.
     "Wow!" I said softly as I patted him on the back.
     Boyd slid off me and stood on the floor and turned around, and I saw
how sticky with my come he was. I had to grin at him, he looked proudly
triumphant.
     "Wow, you shot a lot of it!" He practically crowed.
     "Yeah, bo!" I agreed. "The more you get turned on, the more you shoot
it. When you get older, that is."
     "So this is what grown-ups do?" he asked me.
     "Among other things, yeah." I said.
     "What other things?"
     "Lots of other things."
     "Like what?"
     "Later." I begged off.
     "Okay. I really turned you on, huh?" he climbed onto me and hugged me
and got the jizz all over me, too.
     "You sure did, little brother. You were the best." I rubbed my hand
affectionately through his hair and he giggled, slid off me and caught hold
of my now-flaccid prick, and giggled again. "You're all mushy, now." he
said.
     "You milked me dry, baby brother." I said.
     "Can I do it to you again?" he said and began to pump on my cock. "I
bet I can make you shoot it even harder next time!"
     "Hey, hey, slow down!" I said, wincing away from his enthusiastic
clutches. "I got to rest a little while, first, okay?"
     "Okay." he said. "How long does it take?"
     "I don't know."
     "Maybe you could do it again tonight?"
     "Maybe." I admitted.
     "I'll come in as soon as Mommy's asleep. And you can teach me
something else, okay?"
     And without waiting for an answer, he scampered off to take a bath.

			  THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
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