Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 17:58:11 -0500
From: Butler GayGuy <bgg_nifty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Bedrooms part 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION.  Any similarity between characters,
places and real people or events is merely a coincidence.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys.  If you are
not yet 18 years old, or if it is illegal where you live to read material
of this kind, please stop here.  If this type of story offends you, please
go to another site.  All others enjoy!

PART THREE

I was so worked up thinking about all those hot times with my brother Mike,
that I jerked off in the shower, even though it had only been a few minutes
since I came last time.  I shot all over the tile wall but scooped the
strings up and rubbed them into by throbbing eight inch cock.

Exhausted, I got out of the shower, not much cleaner than when I went in,
and began to dry my sandy blonde hair.  I had longish bangs that came to
the middle of my hazel eyes, and was growing the rest longer, to look like
that hot host dude on 'While You Were Out'.  I rubbed the fluffy towel all
over my six foot frame, paying close attention to my "best friend".  I went
into my bedroom and put on an A&F jock-type outfit.  Mom hates to go into
that store because of the loud music, but I love it: there are always tons
of gay guys in there buying clothes so they can look like the super-hot
models in the catalogue.  It is a great cruising spot!

Since my parents always spent Saturdays at my grandparent's house, I was in
charge of getting my youngest brother Chris home from hockey practice.
They would drop him off in the morning and I'd pick him up after the
four-hour practice.  Chris played goalie, and was really good.  All of the
kids were his age, 13-14, but he was easily the most advanced player on the
team.  Personally, I hate hockey, but I'd spent many hours with him
analyzing games on ESPN and the other sports networks.  For his birthday
last year I got us tickets to an NFL game in the city.  Our team lost, but
I don't think Chris even noticed.  He spent the whole time studying the
goalies' techniques, which we had to talk about on the ride home.

I got to the rink a little early, so I went in to watch the end of the
practice.  The whole team was lined up on center ice and shooting pucks at
Chris in the net; he saved every one of them.  I always felt so proud when
I saw Chris play, even if he lost, which was rare.  I just wished he played
a sport with better uniforms: it's hard to check out the boys' asses under
all that padding.

The coach, a friend of my parents who also lived in the same development as
us, called the team in for some last instructions before practice ended.
Chris left the net and skated over.  He glanced up, saw me, and his face
lit up like a Christmas tree.  He waved.  God, he was so young and cute.
Every time I was near him it took all my will to keep my hands off.  I
don't think Dad would approve.

The team skated off to change, so I walked down to say hi to the coach.
His son played baseball with me, and since we had known him all our lives,
I had to say something.  I was still talking with Coach Coyle when Chris
came rushing out of the locker room.  We said goodbye to the coach and
headed to the car.  As soon as we shut the doors, Chris leaned over and
gave me a long, wet kiss.

"How was practice, baby brother?"  I asked him, when we finally broke
contact.

"It was good," he purred.  "Did you see me block all those goals?"

"Yeah, you were great, as always."  He put his hand on my thigh as we drove
to get something to eat.  After four hours of hockey, Chris was famished.
We went to Pizza Hut and finished a large pan pizza between the two of us,
him eating most of it.  We decided to run to the mall; Chris wanted some
new tees to show off his developing chest.  He was hooked on A&F just like
I was.

We got home a little later to find our brother Mike gone.  Mike had started
leaving on Saturdays when it became clear what Chris and I were doing.
Like I said before, he never told anyone, but he seemed to be trying to
distance himself from his past.  Maybe he's just going through a phase and
will come back to the Gay Side soon.

We tore up to my bedroom, which had probably seen more action than my
parents' room, and flung ourselves on the bed, kissing and groping each
other.  What I felt towards Chris was different from the way it was with
Mike.  Mike and I always just had sex.  I mean, it was great, but our
feelings towards each other never deepened.  We kissed and cuddled and
stuff, but it was just part of the deal.

With Chris, I had something special.  I guess if we weren't brothers, he'd
be my boyfriend.  Well, I kinda considered him my boyfriend anyway.  Chris
had caught Mike and me about four years ago.  That brilliant PlayStation
plan of mine?  Didn't work.  Chris didn't like to be left out of anything,
even if it meant he could play those games Mom didn't allow.  That first
day he followed us upstairs and proceeded to watch.  Being only nine at the
time, he wasn't really sure what we were doing, but since we excluded him,
he was determined to know what it was.

For a long time he watched us everyday, he told me later.  Mike and I had
been getting stale, so we started trying new things, like role playing.
Not like master/slave stuff, but regular kid playing, only adapted to sex.
We'd act out cartoons, movies and, I'm embarrassed to say, even Harry
Potter.  Boy, did Ron and Harry really have fun in the Chamber of Secrets.

It was right after Chris turned 10 that everything changed, about three
years ago.  The whole family went out to dinner and then to a movie.  Since
we got home late, it was decided, without words, that Mike and I were too
tired to play around, so we just went to our own rooms.  I had just turned
off the lights and crawled into bed to jack off, I'm never too tired for
that, when there was a soft knocking at the door.

"Come in," I whispered, as I continued to jack my dick, figuring Mike had
changed his mind.  I practically snapped my dick off when the door opened
and it was Chris.  I quickly covered myself as he shut the door.  "What do
you want?"  I hissed at him.

He stood there for a minute, not saying anything, and trying not to look at
me.  Finally he said, "I want to play those games that you and Mike play."

Not really understanding what he meant, I asked him what games.  It was
then that he said how he watched us all the time.  He figured it was big
boy play, but now that he was ten, for two whole days now, he wanted to
play too.  I was speechless, but he took off his pajamas and hopped into
bed with me.  I found some words and tried to explain to him how this was
not a good idea, that he was too young, etc.  He got all mad and asked, "My
dick is as big as Mike's and everyone always say I'm tall for my age, so
why can't I play too?"

As if to make his point, I felt his cock brush my thigh.  He was right;
though he was three years younger than Mike, their dicks were about the
same size, four and a half inches, or so.  Poor Mike.  And it was true that
Chris was a big kid.  He was already playing hockey and he would often use
the weights and stuff in our Rec room, he told me.  "Chris, the size or
your dick or your body has nothing to do with it.  It's just not right."

"How is it not right?" he asked, the tears welling up in his hazel eyes.
"Why is it right for Mike but not for me?"  I'll admit he stumped me.  Mike
was only about a year older than Chris was when we started messing around.
So maybe it'd be ok.  I sat up and turned on the little light by my bed, so
I could look at him.  For the first time in my life I looked at him not as
my annoying kid brother, but as a hot little boy.  Chris and I are a lot
alike: same hair, same eyes, and the same build.  Mike takes after my
father's side, so really looks nothing like Chris or me.  I pushed Chris
back on the bed so he was lying down, and proceed to examine him.

My hands rolled over his emergent abs, up to his strong shoulders and then
brushed the hair out of his eyes.  "Are you sure about this?"  I asked.  He
nodded.  "Ok, then, but there are a few rules.  You can't say anything to
Mom and Dad or Mike.  We'll keep this quiet from him for a while too.
Don't change the way you act towards me or they'll know something's up.
You keep being a pain in my ass, and I'll keep treating you as my annoying
little brother."

"But you don't think of me that way still, do you?" he asked, the tears
starting to return.

"No, Christopher, I don't.  Things are different now."  With that, I leaned
down and kissed him gently.  His whole body convulsed.  I parted his lips
with my tongue and we kissed and kissed for a long time.  His hands were
exploring my chest, legs and cock, and mine were doing the same.

My hand stroked his dick.  He squirmed and tried to match me by stroking
mine, but I pushed his hand away.  "Just relax," I told him.  "Just relax
and let me do all the work."  He nodded silently as my hand now moved to
his boy balls.  I scooted down the bed so my face was right at dick level.
His dick was so hard it looked like it was going to explode off his body.
It was pretty thick, and I traced the big vein with my fingers, up and
down.

I began by licking his balls.  I encircled his sack with my tongue, getting
it nice and wet.  I moved down between his legs without stopping and then
lifted his ankles to lick all the way under his balls to his love hole.  I
let my tongue play there for a bit, encouraged by his moaning, before
moving back up to his still wet balls.

My tongue found the shaft in the middle of his sack, and I started chewing
on it lightly.  Chris was so tormented by pleasure I thought he would pass
out.  Finally I traced the shaft up to where it emerged from his sack to
become his dick, and licked and sucked and bit and chewed until I thought
he would die of enjoyment.

Putting his dickhead in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it.  I then
began to suck, slowly at first, increasing in speed to match the up and
down movements of my mouth.  He writhed and wiggled like a fish out of
water until he practically pushed us off the bed as he cried out, "Oh my
God, oh my God."

He came with a force I had never seen.  When this boy starts making cum,
I'll probably choke on it.  I pulled his hot dick from my mouth and he
flopped back onto the bed.  "That was amazing," he panted.  "Is it always
like that?"

"No," I said, moving beside him.  "It gets even better."  He smiled at me
and started to get up to blow me.  He'd seen Mike and I and most likely
thought it was his turn to do me.

"Hold up, little brother.  Just lie down and relax.  This is your night,
plenty of time for me later."  He sank down beside me, turned over, and his
ass nuzzled my aching dick.  Oddly, I didn't think of fucking him with it.
The only thought in my head was to put my arm around his chest and pull him
closer.

"John?" he asked wearily.  "Can I sleep in here with you tonight?"

"Of course, Chris," I answered as I leaned in to kiss his neck lightly.
See, that was the difference.  Mike never asked to sleep with me, and I
never ever thought of asking him.  But, there is no way in hell I wanted
Chris to leave my room that night.  He drifted off to sleep, a deep
satisfied sleep, and I soon followed.  It was the first night in years I
didn't jack off before going to sleep, but I had never felt so happy.


TO BE CONTINUED...


Please send any feedback to me at bgg_nifty@hotmail.com