Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 17:13:34 -0700
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: submission: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet

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Other stories by me:2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island
2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling
   2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast
   2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool
   2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony
   2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film
   2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
   2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet
   2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).

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I don't know what woke me up. I could hear Aaron breathing softly in his
bed. I could hear the hum of fans in some other room. But Aaron liked to
keep his room really dark and I couldn't see anything. The room wasn't very
big but Aaron had convinced his parents to let him keep the old living room
couch when they'd redecorated and he'd wedged it into his bedroom. That's
where I was sleeping. The sky was dark through the open window. It was too
late for any traffic and too early for any birds. The house had that middle
of the night stillness.  Aaron often slept over at my place but this time
we were at his house. That's probably why I woke up. I just wasn't used to
it here. I stretched and put my stockinged feet up over the arm of the
couch, still covered by the blanket, and started to drift back to
sleep. Sometime later I felt something warm at my feet. I don't know why
but instead of jumping up to see what it was I just stayed still. I
probably wasn't completely awake. A little while later I felt the blanket
being slowing peeled back to uncover my feet. Nothing else happened. Was I
imagining this? Then as I lay there I heard the noise of someone getting
up. I could track a figure sneaking into the closet by the sound of the
creaking floorboards. I heard a door open quietly and then it was still
again. Aaron's closet connected with his younger brother's I knew, so it
must have been him. I thought this was pretty strange but the part of my
brain that really wanted to go back to sleep said not to worry about it,
and that was the last I remembered.

The next day -- I'm not sure it was fair to call it morning -- the three of
us were sitting around the kitchen table eating cereal. Aaron's mom had put
out the stuff before she left for work but didn't bother trying to get us
up. Being teenagers on summer vacation of course we'd slept in late. I
looked at the two brothers sitting opposite me. Aaron was 14 like
me. Dark-haired, and kind of beefy. Not fat but big. His brother Nick was
also dark-haired but wiry. At 12, almost 13, he was almost the same height
but seemed much younger than us being on the other side of that chasm
called puberty. Or at least I assumed he was. Aaron was wearing a ratty
t-shirt and black basketball shorts. The same thing he'd slept in and the
same stuff he'd probably wear all day. Nick had gotten dressed and was
wearing a plain, dark t-shirt and cargo shorts. He was wearing sneakers
while Aaron and I were both lounging in our socks.  I found myself looking
at Nick and considering him. I didn't pay that much attention to him
usually. He was just Aaron's annoying little brother, although less
annoying than most I guess. He mostly kept to himself when I was over
unless we were all watching a movie or something. It was only now that the
memories of last night came back. Had Nick snuck in to the room and taken
the blankets off my feet? Did I imagine that? If Nick noticed me looking at
him he didn't say anything. He got up without a word, put his bowl in the
dishwasher and disappeared into his room where he'd probably spend most of
the day. Aaron let out a big belch before getting up to put his own dish
away.  After sitting around Aaron's room saying, "I don't know, what do you
want to do?" back and forth a dozen times we decided to go play basketball
at the park. We did that then spent some time just laying around in the
grass and talking. Boasting about the girls we'd felt up. In my case that
was exactly one but I wasn't going to admit that and embellished where
necessary. We came back late in the afternoon and were watching a movie
when Aaron's mom got home. She asked if we were interested in going out to
a burger place since she didn't feel like cooking. Of course we said
yes. Then she broke the bad news. She said, "It smells like a locker room
in here. Both of you need showers or I won't be able to hold down my
dinner."  I volunteered to go first knowing what a mess the shower was
after Aaron was done. I went into his room and pulled clothes out of my bag
and then to the bathroom that Aaron and Nick shared. I stripped down and
got into the shower. Aaron's mom had a point. I was kind of ripe. Much
scrubbing later I got out of the shower, combed my hair and got dressed
there in the bathroom. I walked down the hall carrying my dirty
clothes. Nick was just coming out of his room and did a doubletake at me as
I stepped into Aaron's room. I dug around in my bag for a clean pair of
socks and put them on. I went into the living room to find my shoes and
wait for Aaron to get ready. Nick was there and he looked me up and down
but didn't say anything. When Aaron was finally ready we all left for
burgers and shakes. I don't remember what we talked about except that it
was typical goofy stuff. Aaron's mom was actually pretty funny and had us
laughing as she picked on each of us in turn. The burgers were fantastic.
At home Aaron's mom said goodnight and retreated to her room for some
peace. The three of us boys settled in for some more movies. At one point I
kicked off my shoes and propped my stockinged feet up on the coffee
table. Nick seemed to take an interest in this. It was at this point I
finally put all the clues together and realized that Nick had been trying
to get a look at my feet. He had snuck in last night to try and
see. Unfortunately for him I'd been sleeping in my socks. And just before
dinner when I'd been walking barefoot back to Aaron's room he'd been
startled. Now he kept looking over at my feet on the coffee table.

 This kind of turned me on, though I didn't really understand why. Maybe it
was just having someone look at me that way. I decided to have a little fun
and I flexed my toes and rubbed one foot with the other. Out of the corner
of my eye I could see Nick trying to stare without being too obvious. I was
wearing low-cut socks and I used the toe of one foot to pull at the
ankle-band like I was going to pop the sock off but I didn't actually have
the guts to do it. I noticed Nick squirming and he raised one leg to
obscure what looked like a lump in his pants. Aaron was watching the movie
and was oblivious to all of this. We kept this up all evening, me playing
and Nick watching. I was wondering if he'd up the ante at all but he
didn't. It got pretty late and we decided to all go to bed. I managed to
get first to the bathroom, peed, and brushed my teeth. When I came out,
Aaron charged in exercising his big brother status. Nick didn't even
attempt to get there first. At the door to Aaron's room I looked back at
Nick waiting by the bathroom door and said goodnight. He said goodnight
back as I picked up each leg in turn and stripped off my socks before going
into Aaron's room. Was that too cruel? I kind of laughed I admit.  The
sheets were still on the couch so I just got comfortable and lay there with
the light on waiting for Aaron. He came in, turned off the light and
climbed into bed. We talked in the dark for a while and tried to decide
what to do the next day before I was due home. I was distantly aware of
Nick flushing the toilet and the door to his room closing. The closet door
was closed -- I'd checked -- but I wondered if I'd get another visit
tonight.  I think I was sleeping pretty lightly because I heard the closet
door immediately. The room was quiet and still as it had been the night
before. Aaron was snoring lightly. I didn't move. I was laying on my side,
one foot pushing against the arm of the couch and the other hanging off
into space. Well that should save him some time I thought. I tried to keep
my breathing even as I waited. I could hear soft creaks then a small sound
as Nick kneeled down at the end of the couch. After a moment I could feel
hot breath on my bare foot. I waited. Then the lightest touch stroked the
top of my foot. For some reason this really turned me on and I could feel
my dick swelling in my underwear. And I still tried not to move. The touch
was gone but I waited, still trying to control my breathing. I felt his
fingers touch my foot again, this time brushing along the sole and tracing
the arch of my foot. That kind of tickled and I jumped. Nick withdrew his
hand. Grinning in the dark I stretched and stuck the other foot out so my
feet were together sticking out past the end of the couch.  I waited. I
heard motion from the end of the couch, Nick shifting his weight. Then I
felt something warm and kind of wet on the sole of my foot. Had he just put
his tongue on my foot? Shit, no. I think it was his dick and it was wet
from precum. I stretched my feet involuntarily and pushed against him. He
pulled back and then made a hasty and somewhat noisy retreat into the
closet. I scared him I guess. I lay there in the dark still feeling that
warm presence on my foot and my own cock was completely hard. What was I
going to do? At this point I was afraid of blue balls and really needed to
get off. Aaron could sleep through anything but I still wasn't going to do
it right here with him in the room. If I got up to go into the bathroom
Nick would know that I was awake. Actually I wouldn't really mind that. In
fact I'd like for him to join me there. Holy crap, was I really thinking
this?  As I lay there I kept thinking of how to get Nick to finish what he
started. I got up off the couch and moved carefully to the closet. The door
was not quite shut. I stepped in and pulled the door quietly shut behind
me, then felt my way forward. I was trying to be as quiet as possible. I
wasn't sure what I was going to say or do once I got into Nick's room. I
was just playing it by ear. The closet had a ninety degree bend in it
before you got to the other end where there was another door to Nick's
room. I missed the turn and blundered into some clothes, then turned
around. I was a bit disoriented when I brushed into Nick standing in the
corner. Apparently he'd not gone all the way back into his room.  "Nick?" I
asked in whisper.  "Yes," he said timidly.  I paused. Not sure how to
proceed.  "Were you enjoying what you were doing back in Aaron's room?" I
asked.  "I'm sorry," he said.  I ignored that. "Do you want to finish?" I
asked.  "What?" he asked. Then weakly, "Yes".  "We should probably go into
your room," I said. "But I'm lost."  Nick tentatively took my hand and led
me to the door. After I stepped through he closed the closet door and
latched it. There was a bit more light in his room and my eyes had adjusted
so I was able to see Nick dimly. The closet door didn't have a lock but he
pulled a box in front of it. He clearly did that a lot. Brotherly prank
prevention I guessed. Then we both stood there looking at each other not
sure what to do.  I let my eyes travel down Nick's body. He was a cute
kid. Almost my height despite being younger. Skinny. He was wearing a loose
t-shirt, shorts, and was barefoot. I could see a bulge in his shorts. I was
wearing pretty much the same. Including the bulge. He was looking down at
my feet.  Nick didn't have a couch in his room so I went and sat on his
soft reading chair. Nick didn't move. I stretched out, pushing my feet out
in front of me a little. Nick eyed them. Then he came over and sat down
cross-legged on the floor in front of my feet. "Go ahead," I said.  Nick
reached out with his right hand and touched my foot, at first just placing
his hand lightly on the top, then he started rubbing. I didn't think I'd
like it that much but honestly it felt really good. For a while I just
leaned back and let him rub my feet. He stroked them, felt the shape of
each toe, and held them. After a while I felt him lift my right foot and
place it into his lap. I let it rest there a minute then I pushed out and
rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. It was hard to tell with my foot
but it felt like he had a pretty good-sized hard-on. It pointed up toward
his belly.  We'd been quiet and only whispering up to this point, but after
I'd pressed on Nick's cock a few times he let out a moan and I could feel
him press back against the sole of my foot. He was cumming. His breath came
in short rasps then he let out a long breath. If there was any actual cum
though I couldn't tell. I hadn't yet touched myself but I was completely
hard in my shorts and pitching a pretty good tent. Nick hadn't stopped
rubbing and stroking my feet even as he came. I was enjoying it but I was
starting to feel the pressure.  "I gotta get off myself, dude," I said, "or
I'm gonna burst."  Nick paused. "Let's use the bed," he said.  I was a bit
taken aback by that. Especially the implied we, but I went along with it. I
got up and walked over to the bed, laying down on my back. Nick came over
and lay on my left on his side facing me. Apparently he intended to
watch. I needed to get off too bad to think about that much. I stuck my
hands down my shorts. It was pretty wet from all the precum I'd been
leaking. After a stroke or two I decided to hell with it. I raised my hips
in the air and pulled my shorts halfway down. Then I realized that when I
came I was going to hit my shirt so I sat up and took that off. When I laid
back down Nick scooted closer to me, almost touching.  I grabbed my cock
with my right hand and in my usual hold and started stroking. Nick moved
closer until he was pressed up against me. He was still clothed. As I
stroked he reached out with his hand and rubbed my thigh, slowly working
his way up to my balls. He ran his hands lightly through my pubic hair then
grabbed my balls and squeezed them gently. I felt them pull up and then I
shot all over my chest. And I kept shooting. For a moment it didn't feel
like it would stop and it was all I could do to not cry out.  When the pace
finally slowed Nick let go of my balls and rubbed my hip gently. Then he
stroked my leg and reached out with his foot and stroked my feet. I just
lay there for a minute catching my breath.  When I started to relax he got
up and came back with a t-shirt. He handed it to me.  "You come a lot," he
whispered.  "It's been a while," I said, a little defensively.  Even though
my eyes were pretty adjusted I could only see him dimly but I think he was
smiling. He sat on the edge of the bed while I used his t-shirt to clean up
as much as I could, then I pulled up my shorts and put my t-shirt on.  What
was the proper protocol after you have had a weird, slightly kinky jack-off
session with your friend's younger brother. I decided to just say thank you
and that I'd see him in the morning. Then I found my way back to the
closet, moved the box, and moved as silently as possible back to the end
side of the closet. When I got to Aaron's door I listened for a long time
to make sure he was still asleep. There's no fucking way I could explain
this if he caught me. When I was sure it was safe I slipped into the room
and crawled back onto the couch.  I thought I was going to be awake for a
while thinking about what happened but the post-orgasm sleepiness hit me
and I fell asleep immediately.  The next morning when I remembered
everything that happened I got up a little sheepishly. Aaron was still
soundly asleep but I got dressed before going out in the hallway in case I
ran into Aaron's mom. On a whim I didn't put on socks and decided to spend
the morning barefoot as my little gift to Nick. I went to the bathroom and
then into the kitchen. It appeared that their Mom was already gone for the
day. Nick was sitting at the table eating cereal. He smiled good morning to
me and definitely took note of my bare feet, though he didn't say
anything. He was fully dressed as usual. I grabbed myself a bowl and spoon
and sat down across from him.  "How did you sleep?" I asked.  "Much
better... after," he said.  I smiled a little goofily. "Me too."  After
glancing back over my shoulder, I put my foot up and poked it into Nick's
lap. He looked around alarmed, but then laughed. He gave it a quick stroke
before I dropped it back down to the floor.  I spent the day teasing him
unmercifully I admit, even grabbing his dick once when Aaron wasn't
looking. I was pretty much back to a state of blue balls by the time my dad
came to pick me up that afternoon. I said goodbye to Aaron and Nick and
thanked them for a good time. I'm going to have to stay over at Aaron's
again.