Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 01:56:09 +1100
From: Fuzz a <fuzzgod@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Learn Something Everyday - Chapter One

You Learn Something Everyday!
By Fuzzgod
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Disclaimer:

This story is a story made up on the imagination of a writer who has a lot
of time on his hands! This story is not aimed at any person, or at any
minority group. It is of consenting male/teen boys; whether they are legal
age is up to legal authorities!

This story may contain fictional graphic depictions of actions and
tendencies considered extreme by many people. If it is not ethical or
reasonable for you to read stories of a gay nature, please be a responsible
citizen and select suitable reading material, and do not read any further
than this line. The writer promotes safe sex in all sexual situations, even
though it might not be mentioned in the story.

Suggestions for this story are welcome and flames will be ignored. I will
reply individually to emails when I get the chance. If you want to download
this story you can as long as the name of the author is mentioned at the
top of the story.

None of the characters in this story are real people.

Copyright (c) 2003 to Fuzzgod.
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Authors Note:

Thankyou to everyone who has written in to me in regard to my other story
Brother's Forever. With all the emails that I have received over the last
chapter, I can safely say that the story was a success! This is a new story
that I have dreamed up, and I hope you enjoy it. It won't have the same
element of sadness as Brother's Forever, but there might be some in this
one as well.
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You Learn Something Everyday
Chapter 1 - The holiday part 1...
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It was hard growing up in the shadow of my big brother!

I don't know if you know about the feeling, but I often felt as though I
was being compared to him in everything I did!

Whenever my report cards came in from school, my mum would always make some
comment about: "you haven't done as well this year compared to your brother
in the same year" and "your brother never struggled in this subject, why
are you?"  We were compared in sports, physical ability and so forth, and
to be quite honest I was sick of it.

Being compared to my brother was like trying to compare cheeses! They all
look the same, but have different tastes, smells, body etc. We may have had
the same looks as each other, but that was where the similarities ended, or
so I thought!

That was until I found out something else during the spring of my
thirteenth year.

Before I get into that I think I'd better introduce myself to you all. I
feel as though I'm being a bad host by not telling you about myself.

First of all my name is Trevor Simpson. I am currently 15 and in year 9 at
high school. I have long black hair with dyed-blond tips (much like David
Beckham use to have), brown eyes and a well-tanned body. I am often down at
the beach working on my body boarding in the waves, and I also spend time
there as well working on my tan. I am about 6 feet tall and weigh 80kg. And
as I spend about an hour everyday running to keep in shape, I have a
well-toned body with a slight six-pack showing from all my hard work. I am
an athlete, particularly over middle distance events like the 800m and
1500m, and I play soccer in the winter to keep in shape for the running
season.

My brother is a splitting image of me, only eight years older. My brother's
name is Blake and he only just turned 23 a few weeks ago. He is about 6'3
and weighs 90kg, which due to his constant working out is all muscle. He
has his hair cut in the bowl style like me, and whenever I look at him, he
seems to be brushing it out of his eyes, which turns me on more than
anything else. His body is a pure example of a male brick; his legs are
perfectly shaped and muscle bound, his chest has the most perfect six-pack
and pecks, and his nipples are very small nubs on this huge chest. He is
perfect in every way, to me anyway!

As for my brother's sporting prowess, lets just say that he is excelling at
his chosen profession in the sporting arena, which is officiating. He is
one of the best young soccer officials, and is already being pushed through
the grades towards the highest level in our country.

Where he succeeds in that field, he also succeeds in school. He is the
brain of the family and I am the exact opposite. My grades are often poor
and just reach an acceptable level, whereas Blake prides himself on being
the best, and getting the best grades. However though I am smart in my own
way. I am particularly cluey with computers and am fairly good with
electrical problems, but when it comes to mainstream stuff like English,
Maths, Science and so forth, that's where I struggle and Blake succeeds. If
I remember correctly, his two goals in life were to be the best at anything
he pursues in life, and the second was to conquer any challenges thrown up
to him.

My belief is that he has achieved those goals and still has another fifty
years of his life to live. At the moment he lives away from home and owns
his own apartment where he lives. Now before you start thinking "How can he
own his own apartment, he's only 23", well I'll tell you how he has been
able to.

Because of my brother being so smart, he often divulged into designing
things and building prototypes. In his first year of university, my brother
invented something that no one had ever invented before, let alone thought
of. The product won first prize in the University Design and Innovation
awards night when he was only 18. One of the biggest electrical innovations
and manufacturing companies in Australia bought the product from my brother
for a staggering amount of money, and it went on to becoming the most
popular item on the market.  My brother became one of their designers and
has climbed the ranks through their company to become chief designer, at
only 23 years of age. I know it's hard to believe, but I can guarantee it's
true! He is a real brain, and it shows in the products that the company he
works for has come out with over the last four years. He gets paid a lot of
money for his work, and every new invention that he creates earns him more
money.

As for the rest of my family, there is only my mother and father, but
unfortunately they split up when I was only 5. My mother kicked my father
out of the house after my mother caught him in bed with a younger woman
that was working with him at the time. She was a nice girl, but my dad
often tells us that this colleague seduced him, and he didn't want to hurt
her feelings by saying no. I haven't seen my dad since I turned 10, but
since he left, we never forgave him for what he did.

When dad left, my mother had to work two jobs to keep the family home and
to keep us in comfortable accommodation, and she did a wonderful job at
keeping us comfortable. Also now that I'm old enough to work, I have a job
at the local shopping mall, which pays pretty well for a kid my age, and
helps my mother with the mortgage. She is now working one job, as she has
become an executive of the company she worked for, and the pay is similar
to what she got for doing two jobs.

Anyway, you're probably wondering when all the good stuff begins. Well not
long after I turned 13 my brother invited me to stay at his apartment in
the city where he lived. I hadn't seen my brother for about 2 years. The
last time I saw him I was only 11, and I was looking forward to seeing him
for the first time since he'd become a businessman. He had been, since Dad
left, my male role model around the house, but when he left to work in
Melbourne, I lost that male influence.

I was probably the happiest person when Blake won the award, because I
often was the one that kept him motivated when it became a struggle. I
would often spend plenty of time with him, and I knew just how much this
all meant to him.  When he got the phone call from Melbourne regarding the
prototype he built and whether he'd come and work for them, he was as happy
as he was the day he won the award, but when he saw my face after telling
mum and I that he would be leaving to go live and work in Melbourne, he was
really apprehensive. I was strong though, and although I shed a lot of
tears before and after he left, I knew I'd see him again.

The first two weeks were hard for me, but every time we talked on the
phone, he said that he missed all the fun he could have with me around, and
that it was hard for him as well (being away from the family). I never saw
him for about two years, but we'd often talk together on the phone, and
eventually he offered me a two-week holiday with him. I literally jumped at
the opportunity, and we organized it for the start of the spring
holidays. He told me a few things about Melbourne, where he was based
etc...But he also forgot to tell me other things!

The week before I left I was jumping around the house like a
jack-in-the-box. My mother told my brother the day before I left that she
was packing a set of pills for me to calm me down, as I was being
hyperactive. I flipped mum the bird, and the conversation was left at that.

On the day I left mum took me up to the airport. After having to check in
and go through security and so forth, I kissed my mother goodbye and left
on the adventure of a lifetime.

When I walked down the tunnel I looked at my ticket that my brother had
reserved for me and I was awestruck. I would be sitting in first-class! For
the entire journey I was thoroughly pampered by the hostesses: "like
another drink sir", "another bag of chips sir", "another pillow for your
neck sir".  I was totally in heaven. The only thing I would have liked
though was one of the hostesses to stay just a little longer with me,
because some of them were beautiful!

Anyway as the pilot told us we were 5 minutes from landing, I became very
anxious about seeing my brother for the first time in over two years. I
wondered how much he'd changed, whether he would recognize me, stuff like
that. But at the same time I was so excited that I had to pee several times
before the plane landed. I knew once the plane touched down though I would
be all right.

When the plane finally touched down at Tullamarine Airport in Melbourne,
the first thing I noticed was that it was raining outside.

'Typical bloody Melbourne weather' I thought as I stepped out of the plane.

Walking through the tunnel from the plane to the terminal, I started to
wonder again about what my brother looked like. As I hadn't seen him for
two years I assumed that he had changed. He kept telling mum and I that he
had lost plenty of weight since joining the gym, and had also refined his
body shape into muscle. My thoughts were caught thinking about what he
looked like as we entered the terminal, and then what I saw simply took my
breath away.

There was my brother standing about five metres away, and he was absolutely
gorgeous! Never in my dreams would I have thought this was he standing in
front of me!

All the features I mentioned earlier were in front of me, except of course
at this time I couldn't see his chest and abs, and he was two years
younger! He was standing there wearing a tight, ADIDAS collared shirt with
a pair of Rip Curl board shorts on, which left nothing to the imagination,
as they were short shorts, and they definitely showed his prominent bulge
at the front!

As my gaze moved upwards I noticed his blond hair (god I wished I had that
hair) and his green eyes, which were piercing through me like a hot knife
through melted butter. He was a sex god, and it caused the normal stirring
in my pants, which seemed to be happening a lot at that point of time.

"Trev, is that you" My brother called out to me.

"Blake" I called back, and then we came together and hugged like long lost
friends. I never imagined that I'd be doing this, but it was a little too
short for my liking.

"You're growing up too quickly for me creep (my nickname), pretty soon
you'll be a man like me" My brother commented.

"And what about you. If you don't mind me saying but you look abso-fucking-
lutely wonderful! I never imagined that you'd look like this in 100 years"
I responded.

"I don't mind. I was actually going to say exactly the same thing to you.
All that running you have done over the last year or so is starting to
show.  You're a cute little bugger yourself creep, if you don't mind me
saying"

I blushed "Thanks bro, lets get going".

As we were walking to the luggage pick up area of the airport my brother
informed me about all the things he had been up to since the last time I
had seen him. He informed me that he was progressing quicker that he'd ever
imagined in the company he was working for, and that the boss was so
impressed with his progress that he informed my brother that he'd be a
company executive in no time at all.

He also informed me that he was taking the next three weeks off, although I
was staying for only two of them.

Picking up my luggage from the Airport baggage collection area, I noticed
Blake's well-defined arm muscles as they picked up my suitcase with
absolute ease. God how I wanted him to take his shirt off and show me his
chest and abs!  If his legs and arms were any indication of his body, then
I could only dream about what the rest looked like.

Walking to the car I noticed just how muggy it was for a spring day in
Melbourne. Not like Sydney where you get humid weather during summer, the
air was extremely warm and damp. Unfortunately I was sweating my balls off
as I was wearing a pair of track pants and a jumper due to the cold weather
Sydney was experiencing this spring.

"Bro, I think you'd better take that jumper off or otherwise you'll be
covered in sweat".

"Oh, and by the way it gets cold here of a night-time but is muggy during
the day in spring. You'll only need that jumper for the evenings"

"Well you could have told me that before I flew down here couldn't you!" I
sarcastically replied "because I'm sweating my balls off here".

"I'll remember that for future reference" he jokingly replied back.

"Bit late now" I said as I took the jumper off and tried to wrap it around
his waist, but he was too smart to be beaten that easily. He just simply
grabbed the jumper, pulled me towards him and lifted me up in one arm.

"You are going to have to do better than that creep"

"You are so dead Blake when we get back to your apartment" I mocked
threatened him. "I'll torture you like there is nothing else"

"What like this" and he began tickling me under the arms. He knew he had
me, and there was nothing I thought I could do to stop him.

"Oh hahahahahaha stop it hahahahaha stop it please Blake"

He kept tickling though and my arms were flailing around as he continued
attack me under my arms.

"Please Blake...hahahahah...I'm gonna...hahaha...wet myself"!

But he still continued. I knew that if he kept this up that I was going to
wet my pants, and he knew it too!

I knew then and there that I would have to grab hold of him to try and stop
him.  But as I tried to grab hold of some part of his body to try and stop
him, I accidentally grabbed his crotch and squeezed, and found that he was
as hard as a rock! I had done this numerous times during our lives, but
never when he was aroused. I immediately let go, but not before realising
that he must be as hung as a mule.

As I let go Blake immediately stopped tickling me. I could have attacked
him, but I looked at him and realised that he was extremely embarrassed. I
decided not to query him about why he was hard, but instead I suggested
that we get into his car and go.

We jumped in his Toyota MR2 and we were off on our way to his apartment. In
the car he informed me that he would probably have to pop into work later
and file some paperwork before his holidays started. He also told me about
many other things that were happening in his life. He told me that him and
his girlfriend had just split up recently, but he obviously wasn't worried.

"I didn't really like her that much, and I think she only wanted my money
anyway, which I have plenty of!" Was his answer to why they split up.

But then the onus was put on me, so to speak. He started questioning me
about my life since he left. He was intrigued nevertheless about what I'd
being doing, but then came the fatal question I was waiting for.

"So, any chance of you having a girlfriend? Because I reckon you'd be
beating them off with a baseball bat they'd be hanging on to you so much".

I knew he'd ask this the minute we started talking about girls.

"Nah, not really. I keep checking them out at school and the beach, but
none really interest me at the moment". I replied back.

The truth was however that I wasn't really interested period. I really
thought I was gay, because after starting High School that year, I was
always checking out the other guys a lot more than normal. I didn't really
get to see much flesh, but looking at the bulges when they changed for PE
really turned me on.

(Before you start think he is gay, but in denial! I will say that there
were some girls that I liked, but my thought and dreams were often
dominated by the male gender, and that's where my thoughts lay at that
point of time).

But I obviously couldn't say to the person who I admired more than any
other on the planet that I digged guys, and he was my favourite now could
I!

"C'mon Trev, you can tell me, you seem to be hiding the real truth."

'Oh no, he's worked it out that I'm gay' I thought.

"There must be at least one girl you like," He said after I thought he'd
say 'you must be gay'.

"Well honestly there is this one girl" I lied.

"Ohh, sounds like little bro is growing up" Blake responded.

"Yeah, that's true. Problem is though she's dating some kid who's in the
footy team. He's a wanker though, and I bet she'd have a hard time finding
his dick, because she'd be looking in the wrong spot".

"Why do you say that Trev".

"Well, besides being a wanker, he's also a real dick-head. About the only
piece of length on his body would be his neck and head, and if she looked
down stairs, she'd need a microscope and a pair of tweezers to find
anything!!"

"Ok I get the point," He laughed back.

"But I'm in with a shot, because she often looks at me when she's waiting
for him after PE, and best of all she smiles back".

"Keep plugging then and you never know, you might be lucky"

"We'll see"

And that was where we left it. My brother had a smile on his face as he
continued to drive, but as we travelled further, his face and attitude
seemed to drop slightly. I wondered at that point whether he was thinking
about my lie or not? But I couldn't really tell him the truth, that was
unless of course he was gay himself. I left it there and began to look at
the scenery.

As he continued to drive I was awestruck as we drove past the Melbourne
Cricket Ground, and remembered that the AFL (Australian Football League, or
better known as Aussie Rules) Grand final was on this week. As it was only
Thursday before the grand final, I began to think about whether we could go
to the grand final or not. I loved Aussie Rules, although I didn't play
it. Reason why I liked it: players running around in short shorts, physical
contact sport and hunky guys.  It was like a field of dreams the MCG, and
how I wished I could spend some time there this weekend.

The stadium looked so big that I could see it for ages before we travelled
along Punt Rd and into South Yarra. My brother then took a couple of quick
turns left and we were at his apartment.

"Press that button there bro and we will be able to park the car
underneath" He said to me.

I pressed the button and the security garage door opened up. The apartment
building from the outside looked alright, but it wasn't until we travelled
up 3 floors on the elevator, and entered Blake apartment that I realised
just how wonderful this place was, and why Blake liked it here.

We walked in and the room was full of the latest technology. Hanging on the
wall in front of me was a widescreen digital television, and underneath it
was a cabinet with a stereo, DVD player, Playstation Two, VCR player and
Dolby Digital Surround sound unit. It was then at this point I noticed the
surround sound stereo speakers in the room. A two-piece lounge suite also
christened the room, and also in one corner of the room was the table where
he obviously ate his tea and the kitchen was tucked away in the opposite,
and I guarantee that the kitchen was as big as our own at home.

"Like what you see so far creep," Blake said, obviously noticing my
awestruck look I had on my face.

"This place is absolutely fucking amazing," I blurted out.

"Wait till you see the bedroom" he said.

He then took my bags and as we walked up the little hallway. He showed me
the bathroom, which was to the left. His office, which was opposite the
bathroom, that had a desk, drawing table, numerous prototypes for obvious
projects he was currently undertaking, and two laptops in it. And then he
led me up through the end door and into everyone's dream of the perfect
bedroom.

In the middle of the room was a King size bed with dressing tables on
either side. And on the directly opposite bedroom wall was another
Widescreen digital television, but not as big as the other one. In there
also was a stereo system, which was also wired up to the TV, another VCR
and DVD player, and there was one other feature, a mirror on the ceiling!

"What's with the mirror?" I asked.

He blushed, "You know".

I then put my finger together with my thumb, and pushed two of my other
fingers through the hole I'd made. He nodded and I smiled.

"This bedroom is wonderful, but I have just one query. Where am I going to
sleep?"

"Ah that's one thing I forgot to ask you. Um, You have either of two
choices, one you can sleep in my bed with me, or two, you can sleep in my
bed alone or on the sofa alone".

"The bed's so big, but if you don't mind I'll sleep on the sofa first.
Unless of course you can guarantee that you won't squash me if I sleep in
your bed with you!!"

"You little shit," he said and then he tackled me onto the bed. I was
squirming underneath him as he started tickling me again. This time however
he wasn't holding me and I slid down underneath him off of the bed. I then
quickly jumped up and tackled him. He initially resisted and then he
submitted to his attacker.

"This is for calling me little," I said as I began to tickle him underneath
the arms. I knew he had a soft spot there and once I found it, he laughed
like a little teenager.

"Ohhhhhh you shit, I'll get you," He said, then he jumped up, tossed me off
of him and landed back on top of me. He then began tickling me again.

This continued on for a little while until we were out of breath. By this
time I had a major erection that wouldn't stop, and by the obvious
projection in his shorts, so did he.

"I dunno what I'm going to do with you for the next two weeks, you just
have too much energy for me, I'm pooped"

"So am I, so don't start" I shot back.

It was wonderful to be lying next to my big brother, and he obviously
hadn't lost the complete child in him. He still loved the little games that
we use to play at home, and the two tickling attacks made me feel totally
comfortable.  We lay there for a little while before he jumped up off of
the bed.

"Shit, its' 3pm, I've gotta go to the office. Go and have a shower if you
want and whatever you do DON'T leave the apartment. I'll be back in an hour
or two and then we'll go out for tea if you feel like it". He quickly said.

"Ok" was my reply.

He quickly grabbed his keys, wallet and a pass he had in his draw, and
left.  He was back quickly though when he realised he'd forgotten
something.

"Forgot my laptop" He said to me.

As he was leaving he said, "If you want something to eat, there's plenty in
the fridge", and then he was gone.

I quickly ran to the window and saw his Toyota MR2 leaving and I literally
ran back to his room, tore my clothes of and laid myself naked onto his
bed.

As I was still stiff I didn't have to work myself up to full erection. As
this is something I never told you before, at the time this happened, I was
quite happy with the size of my penis. It was about 4.5 inches when hard,
and uncut.  Not bad for a kid who only turned 13 two months ago! I had just
started to sprout some dark black pubic hair around the base of my cock,
and my balls had dropped considerably over the last three months. About a
month ago I'd also begun to produce sperm, and every time I masturbated I
had started to spurt a couple of small drops. Oh and that's one other
thing, I had been masturbating for about 6 months when this all occurred,
and I didn't realise at the time that it would lead me to bigger and better
things.

Anyway by the time Blake had left, I was so horny it was almost unbearable.
I normally jerked off three to four times a day; normally I jerk off once
when I wake up, twice after school (sometimes in the shower) and once
before I go to sleep. That day though I hadn't done it even once and my
balls wanted release.

So as I lay there on Blake's bed I began to lightly stroke my
cock. Stroking it with one hand was the best way for me, and rolling the
foreskin off of the head and then back over it again bought me the most
pleasure.

As I continued to stroke I started to think back to exactly what happened
earlier that day, and as I relived those few moments, the action on my cock
began to get more and more urgent.

I eventually started thinking about what happened when I touched Blake's
erect penis through his shorts. It was like a bolt of electricity shot
through my hand when I touched him, and although I didn't do it
deliberately, it gave me a taste of what was to come. Thinking about it and
how big and long it felt made my hand absolutely fly on my cock, and in no
time at all I could feel my orgasm travelling through my body and the
pressure being released in my balls as the sticky semen shot out onto my
chest.

I shot my biggest load for me at the time, 3 shots, and it all landed on my
chest, and my orgasm travelled through my body for much longer than normal.
I was still shaking a minute after I had shot all that my balls produced,
but I felt as though I was on cloud nine.

'Oh god I love you Blake' was the last words I muttered before I drifted to
sleep. Problem was though I was still naked, and when I woke up about two
hours later, I could feel someone else's presence in the room.

"Hi sleepyhead, is this a new way of keeping your older brothers attention
now is it?"

I knew what he was talking about straight away...

To Be Continued.
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That's chapter one of this story. I know there hasn't been much action so
far, but I believe in building character relationships more than just hot,
wild sex.  Be patient and you'll see more action as the chapters'
progress. I don't know how many chapters there will be, but we'll see how
my uni schedule affects my writing time.

Anyway if you want to send me any feedback on the story, then please do so.
I don't bite! But writing to the author is the only reward a writer
receives.  Please write and I'll reply when I get the chance. Just as a
little note please put the title of the story as the subject matter. I
receive a lot of email, and if you have no subject title, then it will
probably be deleted.

Be patient because chapter two is coming to a nifty site near you!!

FuzzGod
(fuzzgod@hotmail.com)

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