Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 16:56:57 -0600
From: bobby blue <blbobby3@hotmail.com>
Subject: what I really did last summer

Okay, don't read this unless you are entitled to.

Here's a little episode from my life that happened quite a few years ago.
Actually, though, I'm not Jake in this story, I am Randy: and the only thing
I can say is "sorry Jake, ol' buddy!"
If you like this let me know at blbobby3@hotmail.com.

Hi, I am supposed to be writing one of those crummy papers about all
the shit I did last summer for my eighth grade English class, but that
paper has already been written and ready to turn in.  I may not be the
smartest kid in class, but I'll bet I'm the fastest when it comes to
slinging the old  bullshit.  For the most part the crap I talk about
in that paper is true, but it leaves a lot of stuff out.  If I put all
the good stuff in that paper I'd be kicked out of school and Mom and
Dad would divorce me and my brother and sister.  But, I had to tell
someone, so I am writing here on this web site.

So, here goes.

WHAT I REALLY DID LAST SUMMER
BY
JACOB DAVID SMITH


I guess, when you really come down to it, I'm a pretty average looking
fourteen-year-old; complete with brown hair, blue eyes, squeaky voice
and lousy attitude--mostly.  Oh yes, and a bigger than average dick,
which seems to rule my life these days.  It's a little over seven
inches long and as thick as a small kid's forearm.  I don't know what
happened, but when I was about eleven or twelve, I suddenly noticed
the other guys in gym looking at me funny.  Then I realized why, and I
started feeling like I was some kind of freak or something.  Oh yes,
lest we forget, there's also my pride and joy, a beautiful patch of
two year-old pubic hair.

I live with my mom and dad, incidental characters to this story and
this part of my life.  I also live with my younger siblings Randy and
Mandi, twin terrors who are twelve years old, and cute, in a lousy
kind of way, but seriously nerdy kids.

Randy looks more like our mother than either Mandi or me.  He stands
about 5' 3" and probably weighs no more than 110 pounds.  His hair is
cut short and is blond as pure as the sun.  Randy's blue eyes will
melt your heart at first glance as his thin, bright pink lips soften
with a smile, creating the cutest little dimples impaling into his
slender cheeks.  His voice is soft and gentle like a warm summer's
rain.  Randy's eyebrows are thick, but almost transparent due to the
blondness in color.  The boy's eyelashes are long, almost as if they
were painted on.  His cute little button nose, free from any freckles,
sparkles as his eyes look upon you.  To sum Randy all up, he is flat
gorgeous!  Mandi, his sister, is only a few minutes younger than
Randy.  She stands about 5' 2" and could not weigh any more than 90
pounds.  Her long wavy blond hair dangles freely just below her small
shoulder blades.  If her hair were to be cut just the same as Randy,
no-one would be able to tell them apart.  They are identical twins,
the spitting image of one another.  So, to sum her up, she is flat
gorgeous too!

Now that I've got all that Holden Caufield crap out of the way, let's
get to the part of the story that I want to tell you about.  It starts
at the end of our week long camping trip to the gulf of Mexico where
we swam, ate, slept in tents, and all the other family vacation stuff.
We did this goddammed family crap every summer but, I must admit, it
was always fun.

This year, praise the Lord, my brother Randy and I did it without the
presence of our pesky sister Mandi.  She, who hates sand, worms, dead
fish, and nonvegitarian food, wisely decided to forego our family
trip, and spent the week with her equally stupid best friend Mary.

But, like I said, this story begins at the end of that family trip, as
we were loading the van to go back home.  It started, as most things
seem to do nowadays, with my dad yelling at me to load the last cooler
into the seat where I had planned to sit.

"Then where am I gonna sit?" I ask.

"You will have to sit with your brother on the other bench," dad said.
Lazy-ass Randy hadn't loaded a damned thing and was already lying
full-length on the other seat of our large van.  Mom and dad said that
Randy didn't have to load anything because he had thrown up last night
after supper.  He wasn't sick, he was faking it, it seemed like Randy
had the weakest stomach in America.  He had eaten a bunch of candy and
stuff before eating one hamburger, three hot dogs and two bananas, as
well as three cokes for supper.  So, why not throw up?  Wouldn't you?
But, I couldn't convince mom and dad that he was faking it, so, why
even try?

I put the last cooler into the empty seat of our van and told the butt
breath to move over.

"Noooo Jake!" Randy whined.  "I don't feel good."

"Randy, put your head in your brother's lap," my mother said.  "Now,
that's a good boy.  Jake, be nice to your brother, he's running a
fever this morning."  Oh boy, I thought, what if the ass hole wasn't
faking it, I could get thrown up on.  What an experience--but, I knew
better than to say anything like that to my parents they wouldn't
understand.

I sat on the seat, and the penis-breath put his head in my lap and
went to sleep.

* * *

Mom and dad had Neal Diamond playing on the CD player, and I couldn't
stand that, so I went to sleep too, and had the weirdest dream in
history.  I don't remember much about my dream except that I was
fucking a cow.  I don't mean some big ol' girl, I mean a real live moo
cow.  It was the best fuck I ever had.  That's not saying much since
I'd never fucked anything but my right hand before, but, this cow's
pussy felt great.  It was all I could ever dream of: it was warm, wet
and fuckable.  As luck would have it, just as I was about to cum, I
woke up, and had the biggest hard dick ever.  To make matters worse,
or better, depending on your attitude, my brother's hand was about an
inch away from it.  I had the distinct feeling that his hand had just
moved into that position, but I couldn't tell whether it had been
moving towards or away from my raging hard-on, so I pretended to be
asleep to see what would happen.

They say that patience is a virtue, and it sure was for me this time.
As I sat there, leaning against the blankets and pillows piled in the
seat next to me, breathing heavy like a person deep into sleep, my
brother's fingers slowly crept up the leg of my bathing suit until
they touched my dick.  The little faker fairy was feeling me off, and
I was loving it.  I think he was loving it too.  I peaked through my
partially closed eyelids and saw my little brother with a really
scared intense look on his face.

To my surprise, the little fart eased my dick out of the confines of
my bathing suit, out into the cold (and I do mean cold) cruel world.
It flopped out there full of blood and lust about three inches away
from my brother's face.  All mom or dad had to do to see how big I was
getting, in more ways than one, was to turn around.  That wouldn't do.
I had to do something, before my stupid brother got both of us in big
big trouble.

"Dad, it's freezing cold in here!" I said loudly.  Randy, who, until
this instant, had thought I was asleep, turned ghostly white with
fear.  But, it was true.  Dad had the air conditioner going full
blast, and it was about thirty degrees below zero in the van.  Just as
mom turned around, I whipped my raging hard on back in my bathing
suit.

"Honey, get a blanket and cover you and your brother up," she told me.
I gladly complied.  Now everything that went on would be in private
under the blanket.  As I pulled the blanket over Randy and me, I
pulled my dick free from its confines once more.  I firmly took my
brother's hand and placed it back on my dick.  Randy jerked his hand
away, then hesitantly replaced it on my throbbing dick.  Now we both
knew where we stood in this matter.  Neither of us could pretend to be
asleep any more.  So he started jacking me off slowly.  He had to use
both hands to accomodate my full length.  God it felt great.  I had
never had another person touch my dick before, at least that I could
remember.   His hand was warm and felt great around my raging pecker.
Randy was enjoying it too.  I could hear his breathing get faster,
along with my own, as he played with my dick.

"Suck my dick," I whispered to my brother.  Randy was shaking all over
now.  He was scared shitless.

"No, Jake!" he said, but I knew he meant "yes Jake", or at least I
hoped he did.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You'll think I'm gay," he said.

"No I won't," I said.  "I'll think you're the best little brother
ever."  I didn't care whether or not Randy was gay, I just wanted some
place to shoot my load.

"You won't tell anybody, will you?" he asked.

"Of course not," I said.  "Will you tell anyone?"

"No: just Mandi," he whispered.

"Mandi!" I shouted.  "Are you crazy?"

"Shshsh," Randy shushed me.  "Mandi and me mess around all the time,
and she's been wanting to play with your dick ever since she saw you
jacking off in the shower."

Wow! I was floored.  My little sister saw me jacking off, and she
wanted to play with my dick.  Totally awesome.  "Okay," I said, "if
you think it's safe you can tell Mandi, but don't tell another soul.
Now, how about it, Randy-Dandy?" I said, pushing his head toward my
dick.

After a brief hesitation, Randy blessed me with one of his beautiful
smiles and put his head under the blanket and into my lap.  He took
the head of my dick into his mouth and boy it felt great.  It was
everything I could do to keep from cumming right there and then, but I
didn't.  I put my hand on my cute little brother's head and began to
move it slowly back and forth.  "Don't forget, no teeth," I warned.

(In for a penny, in for a pound,) I thought.  So I reached my other
hand down between my brother's legs and exposed his little pecker.  It
wasn't much to speak of, about four inches long, but it sure was hard.
It felt like a little stick in my hand.  I could feel Randy's marble-
sized nuts in their sack, and, lifting him up a little bit, I could
just feel his butt hole.  As I rubbed his butt, Randy moaned in my
lap.  "Ooooo, Jake!"  I pushed my finger into his tight--and I do mean
tight--ass hole and started moving it in and out.  My brother was
really getting into this.  I tried jacking him off, but I really
couldn't get the rhythm going because of the activities in my own lap.

I guess my finger in Randy's ass had really excited him, because my
brother was in full stride by now.  Moving his head up and down on
about half my dick.  It seems that the rest of it was just too much
for him to take; but, I gotta hand it to the little soldier, he was
trying his best.  His warm wet mouth on my dick was better than my
best jack off fantasy.  My orgasm was coming on quickly.  I started to
warn him but I really didn't want Randy to quit sucking my dick and
besides, there just wasn't any time left.

My brother, trying to give me the same pleasure I'd given him, found
my ass and pushed his finger in all the way.  With no lubrication
there was more pain than pleasure--but the pleasure was there all
right.  I continued to thrust into his mouth, watching his small head
bob up and down on my aching prick.  I felt the familiar eruption
beginning to happen -- I watched the light sheen of sweat on his
forehead and neck as I pushed myself forcefully into his throat.  I
grabbed his hair and held him down as I erupted into his mouth.

"Aaaaarrrghhh...  God..."

I felt thick streams of cum jet out into his throat.  He gulped and
moaned, trying not to cough as my thick, hot fluid shot into him, in
wave after wave.

He pulled his finger from my butt hole and looked up and smiled at me,
and we kissed a long lingering kiss.
And then the dumb shit ass vomited toast, eggs, bacon and cum all over
my face, my lap and the back seat of the car.

So, that's some of what I did last summer.  But, Randy did tell his
twin sister what we did, and the three of us had some great adventures
after that.  In fact, we still do.  But that's for other stories.
Maybe I'll tell you about those adventures next time I have to write
another paper for English.  Perhaps that one will be titled the true
meaning of brotherly love.

The End
Jacob David Smith
For Eighth Grade English Third Period