Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 21:52:53 +0000
From: Jack Hobbs <the_one_and_only_jack@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Brother's Friend

Okay, so this is a true story, but I've changed the names of everyone else
involved.

I guess I should say the usual disclaimers.. This story contains graphic
detail of sex between 2 minors. If this offends you, or is illegal in your
area, do not read it. If you ignore this, then it's not my fault.

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Brother's Friend

I'll start by telling you all a bit about myself, or at least, about me at
that time. I'm Jack, and at the time that this story took place, I was
12. I was slim, about 5'3", with blue eyes, and short blonde hair, fringe
spiked up.

I didn't always know I was gay, but I guess I was always curious about
guys. I would often look at my male friends and wonder what they looked
like naked, or how big their dicks were, all that kind of stuff. But none
made me more curious than Fraser. Fraser was the best friend of my older
brother, Rob. They were both 15, and Fraser would often come round our
house to see Rob. In fact he was here so often that our house was almost a
second home to him. My parents loved him, and so did I.

Me and my brother didn't really get on that well, but that's not really
uncommon for brothers. He would always tease me, or fight with me, and
normally I'd keep my distance from him. But when Fraser was round, I would
always want to be with them. Not to be near my brother, but to be near
Fraser, the boy of my dreams, who I so idolized and adored. They didn't
even do anything special, they'd only play on the computer, listen to
music, talk about school or whatever. My brother, however, hated me being
with them all the time, and would always tell me to stop being so annoying,
and to go away. Fraser would always tell Rob to let me stay, because I
wasn't annoying, and only wanted to play with them, but Rob wouldn't let
me, and I would always have to leave.

Sometimes I would actually do what I was told, and leave them alone, but
often I would merely sit and watch them. If I sat in my bedroom with the
door open, I could look straight across the landing into Rob's room. If
Fraser ever left Rob's room, to go to the toilet, for example, he would
walk past my room. He'd always smile at me, and I'd smile back, and then
look away, embarrassed that he'd caught me looking at him.

There was one day when something different happened though. As usual, Rob
had told me to go away, and I had. I went to my room, but this time I
decided not to watch them. I just lay back on my bed and read a book. I
didn't even notice anything going on until a voice made me jump out of my
skin.

"Where was my smile?" It was Fraser, standing in my doorway, leaning
against the frame, looking right at me. The sight of him so close to me,
looking at me, talking to me, made me drop my phone on the floor.

"What?" I asked, blushing.

Fraser smiled at me. "Well normally when I walk past your room you smile at
me, but I didn't get that today, and I missed it"

"Oh, sorry, I was just playing with my new phone, trying to sort it out"