Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 14:11:46 -0400 From: Blonde Mountaineer Subject: Brotherly Love - part 3 Brothers In Love – Part 3 by blondeallover@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional account of coming of age and sexual awakenings. There are renditions of other explicit sexual activity between male minors adult males with male minors with the encouragement and logistical support from an occasional adult and their peers. There is explicit content of incestuous sexual relations between brothers. Other family associations may be deemed too familiar and inappropriate. You are warned that such written content may be impermissible to some and offensive to other readers. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Nifty Archives offers readers a rich variety of written accounts of sexual conduct and activity usually deemed by conventional society as beyond normal and even deviant. As such, adult readers and writers of both sexes are provided a rare resource to read and post written accounts of exceptionally stimulating and titillating offering. Please support this valued web presence as generously as you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This fictional account of young awakenings was inspired by Internet forums with postings by young males revealing deep attractions to their brothers, seeking the readers opinion about the pursuits of partnership with brothers in love and sexual bonding. One fall morning shortly after Gerald entered High School, he was descending the stairs to join his family for breakfast in the kitchen. He was carrying the bedsheets he had stripped from the bed he and his brother had been sleeping in the preceding night. Mikey smirked. His mother followed him part way down the stairs of the basement. "Gerald dear, did you have an accident?" "Mom, I had a wet dream." "Oh! That is not bad news. Remember we talked about how this might happen. Fill the cleaning bucket for a soaking in the laundry room with cold water and mix it with liquid stain removal and oxygen cleanser. I will wash them after I get home from work." She kissed him on the cheek. "Come up and eat some breakfast as soon as you can. . . Maybe it is just as well you 2 are getting to be more like your father. You weren't wearing p.j.s last night, were you?" Genie asked what happened. "Never mind, it's a guy thing." Mikey snickered out loud. "in Gerald's case, it was a major guy thing." "Well at least with Gerald's guy thing, he was considerate enough to bring the bed clothes to be laundered right away. I've checked your ruined bed sheets on your bunk once or twice." Daddy spoke up with authority, now. "Please, I am trying to eat a nice breakfast." Mom later had one of her girl chats with Genie and Eva to remind them about the sexy dreams young boys can have and what happens. Mikey already knew this was a recurrent dream his brother experienced. That night was just the outcome of a more lucid iteration. "It is late at night and we are all in bed. I hear Debby's sport sedan turn into our driveway. But I know it is Rick who is drivng, because I can hear him storm out of the car and he is cussing up a storm. He is talking about a 'queer bitch' and a 'punk'. I don't know what I have done to turn him into a furious maniac, but I am paralyzed with panic and fear, but also so turned on and excited that I break out into a terrific sweat. He pounds on the front door and before Dad can tell him to take a hike, he busts the door open at the hinges. Mom and Dad don't say anything, so I figure they must be frightened out of their wits to do anything to resist him. "I hear him stomp up our stairs and I know he is determined to get at me. We still have our bunks and Mikey you jump off yours to lock our door just in the nick of time. You yell at him to go to hell and drop dead. He busts through our door easy enough and he just tosses you aside with hardly an effort without really hurting you, but you are helpless to only watch from the sidelines. "Rick is red in the face with the angriest and meanest expression I have ever seen on him. He is wearing his game time clothes, except he just has flip flops on his feet. He is yelling at me at the top of his lungs as he stomps toward me in the lower bunk. I actually make room for him at the foot of the bed for him to climb in with me, not sure if I am just making it easier for him to kill me. I am just wearing one of the boy thongs Debby bought for me and nothing else. My cock is tenting it so bad, it has already been drenched by my leaking wide open piss slit, and he is able to strip it from me with one swipe. "He is carrying on about what a disgusting nasty kid I am and how I have no hope of ever being a man. I am so terrified, I am just barely able to squeak out that I don't ever want to be a man, I just want to be his bitch. As he yells that I am going to be the worst bitch ever, I am lying there with my knees bent back legs wide open ~ just a bulls eye open invitation to reach down and goose my tight hole with his middle finger right up to the knuckle into his hand. "Mikey, I just whine with the pleasure of it all. He twirls it all around up there hard, and I just hiss out desperation for amazing feelings in what I now think is the most amazing place on my queer boy body. He's done this to me before in reality. Then he pulls out and with one good shove, he has pulled down his shorts and jock strap together to unleash his humongous monster horsey cock. It seems bigger than ever to me. With just one of his big dribble ball hands, he grabs me under my thigh up at the top near my ass cheek and shoves me up so that my bare ass and lower back are propped up to rest against the front of his own thighs. My own legs are hanging straddling over my head and I can even step with one foot against a bunk post to assist in retaining this awkward and desperately vulnerable posture. "With just a little stretching of one leg, with his other hand he is able to line up the end of that beast to my tiny hole. I am helpless but to let him do it. He plunges it into me and in an instant I feel the sting and heat of my dry unprepared tightness violently separate, stretch, and spread to make way for Rick's most powerful weapon of assault. I scream in my agony to be so raped and deliciously violated. Deep in my heart and in my guts I celebrate being victim to traumatic impacts to the center of my being that could kill me. "But it is just the beginning of the abuse. What is the word they use in the old books? . . 'ravish'! He ravishes me by tearing up my little hole. He pounds into me like a jack hammer that has gone beserk. There is no escape and no matter how hard he drills into me, fucking my hole like a mad man, he can't seem to churn up the load so deep in his nuts and the other hot places below the belt. I wake up not sure if the boundaries of my little tunnel will hold together. . . Mikey, this is the best dream of my life." "Damn, my kid bro' has got one intense head when it comes to sex." The day after the night Gerald first related that dream to his brother, Mikey daydreamed about its details all day. He came home from school as early as he was able and embraced his laundry room privilege. The first long weekend in the semester, Rick returned home and the 2 lovers were hot for each other. In Debby's bedroom at the beach house, Gerald was actually 'ravished' vaguely in the manner as it occurred in the dream. Rick was overwhelmed with upset about the consequences. He promised his cute small partner it would never happen again. "Mikey says, 'never say never'." "Damn bro', you 2 got to do some chillin'." The older brother was aghast to see where his younger had been bleeding from his rectum. "Mikey, it looks so much worse than it feels. It felt great to be sore down there when I woke up this morning. Its like it is supposed to feel that way and all the time. We got to get to the Rite Aid and stock up on laxatives and stool softeners though. Taking a shit is going to be a challenge for a while." Gerald would suffer another rectal rupture in the years of his on-again/off-again love affair on a roller coaster. For the next few years, between semesters and at the end of the year before Rick would head out to work as counselor/coach at the basketball camp, the entourage would start up again. Eventually Carlotta and Debby paired up for bouts of physical love, but the younger teen was still partnered to Mikey, so he never felt left out. It was a bonus and Mikey thought of Carlotta's physical attractions to the tall athletic young woman as a welcome further expansion in erotic experience. One night they showed up at the Lincombe home. They spoke for about 10 minutes with their parents who then announced they were going to bed. "Where are your manners, Mikey? Why don't you show your friends the Xbox in your bedroom. Go up there, pick up and make it presentable, and the others can join you after we are in bed." In the bedroom later as Mikey and Gerald were setting up the game hardware, Carlotta and Gerald noticed Eva was starting to disrobe. "Eva hon, are you sure you want to take off your clothes when there is a man here you don't know very well?" "If Mikey and Gerald take off their clothes, I don't care." Mikey clarified the situation. "Eva's rules in this bedroom are our rules. When we play Xbox, Gerald and I have to get naked." Rick stepped right up to Eva, crouched down and looked her in the eye. "Well I tell you what my friend, if it would make you feel more comfortable, I won't wear anything when I play, either." Eva just shrugged. The 2 older girls clapped their approval as the ball player pulled off his sneakers. By a ½ hour later, Eva and Genie, eventually inspiring Carlotta, were anything but indifferent to the new nude interloper in their lives. The developed and unusually conspicuous male parts exposed and readily available for scrutiny by present females proved better entertainment value than the games for 3 of them. During a break to change to a new game, Debby hugged her good friend and man in her life of several years. All smiles and sweetness, she whispered that the other girl company present were staring at the eye catching dude swagger between his legs. He frowned "Shame on that Carlotta! Doesn't she spend time on the Internet? Shame on the Lincombe boys. They should have introduced those girls to the web. They're old enough now." At the conclusion of the evening as Rick was starting to dress, Carlotta approached him contrite, sheepish, and blushing slightly. "I am sorry I stared at a friend of mine like a little girl." The center of attention quickly dropped his pants again only too happy to expose himself for further observation. "Get your looks in now, sister. You may never see its like again." She responded flashing him a kittenish smile and and reached up to give him a hug and smooch on the cheek. In the 9th grade, some of the tougher boys who were Gerald's classmates were not so sure about him. Aside from being on the short side and not very good at gym, he did not seem to carry himself very well in their estimation ~ too much of a loner. He did his best to ignore a little harassment and bullying from a few boys who exceeded him measurably in overall size and weight. The senior, Debby happened to notice one day on the way to the gym. "Oh Gerald , you and your friends come and join me at the back of the gym in about 20 minutes. There is something I want to show you." A half an hour later she approached them from behind and slapped Jim Suarez up side his head so hard, he staggered with a severe concussion and nearly passed out. Donny Mostalski was not able to get away without a bloody nose. The tall young woman blustered. "All good for nothing useless punks, listen up. This kid is my people. If I ever see anyone so much as look funny at him ever again, consider yourselves dead meat, right then. Consider yourselves having gotten off easy now. " The boys ran off. She was still fuming when she talked to her friend. "Gerald, they say boys should fight their own fights. In my rule book that is bullshit. If I ever see another useless punk treat you like that, he will find out what real trouble is in his life." She stomped off in a huff and there was never any talk of the incident again. * * * * * * * * * Before the end of the winter of the 10th grade for Mikey, he was surprised and very pleased to have tried out and been accepted on the men's jr. varsity volleyball team. Since he maintained a low height/weight coefficient, he was on the roster of the team in the 11th grade as well. This was the most successful athletic competition for the High School year-to-year. Their secret weapon was Sandra Dooley, a very attractive 5' 2" blonde haired blue eyed coach in her early 30s. She could be a stern taskmaster if necessary, but seldom had to be. She allowed the team mates all kinds of outrageous flirtation with her. 'Her boys' were very motivated and eager to please. They advanced into regional semi-finals both years. At the end of the game, Miss Dooley would require a short team conference while the details of the competition just completed were still fresh in her mind. If the match was not at home, she would speak on the bus transporting the team back. Otherwise, she would give the boys 20 minutes to shower afterward before meeting in the locker room conference center where coaches would routinely meet teams during game times. Since the conference area and men's coaches offices were right where one entered the locker area cordoned off from the rest, she would not actually mingle with changing young men and their showers. She did however allow the team to be only clad with towels around their waists for conference discussion if they chose. It was an unspoken understanding among the roster that all would do so. Before the season was out, every boy on her team 'accidentally' would lose his towel around his waist. Smirking, "pplleeeeeeeaase do not not be so clumsy on the court." They would pick up dropped towels in such a way as to make certain she had opportunity to inspect his nudity from behind as well as full frontal. Mikey was not an especially good asset to the team although he seldom committed faults. He seldom played first string. But he was esteemed highly by his team mates for one special reason, so much so that he was nearly elected team captain in the 11th grade. He had an "inside source". Unlike Carlotta, Mikey had been reluctant to pass on reports presented about the locker room of the opposite sex. But reports of Coach Dooley were a major exception. Her tits were borderline B to C cup, but placed on her chest sort of swelled like they naturally lifted without a bra ~ great curves there. She had pale small areolas and her nipples would point and perk more the longer they were exposed in the locker room. She had just a little more spread than the sweet heart shaped ass, great sleek legs with girlish small feet, toenails always freshly painted usually in an exotic color like magenta. She sported a typical bikini wax and her labia seemed to be tightly in place like the student athletes. She was very chatty with girls and other coaches. She was not regarded as a 'bitch' and approachable for girls with personal problems. She was the coach who hung the longest in the locker room naked. In the showers, she was one of very few to uninhibitedly slightly crouch to give her puss a good long scrub down. Some girls would whisper to others questioning if she was "sending out a signal." Her assigned locker was at the end of a row and while toweling off there it was noticeable that she would frequently bend over to, for some reason, rummage around at the bottom of the locker. Anyone walking by could see her shapely ass in motion and how her curvaceous tits would hang. Her locker room demeanor was a frequent topic of pillow talk for Mikey and Carlotta those 2 seasons. "I always thought she was showing off and checking to see which girls or other coaches wanted their own 'sport' with her. That may still be true, but now I know she wants reporting girls like me to watch her this way. She wants every boy in that school to know all those personal physical things about her so she can be the center of their beating off fantasies." Carlotta very liberally passed on reports from the boys locker room to girls of different years. Somehow, the girls assumed her reporter had his own agenda and this made the clandestine operation that much more exciting. "He is so graphic about what he knows. Is your source secretly a closet gay?" "Maybe!" When girls would plan for that special first date with a particular boy, Carlotta was the go-to girl for the 'stats and vitals'. " I will check my notes and get back with you." . . . "He seems really cute except one nut seems to hang so much lower than the other in their wrinkled pouch, even much more than usual." "Wow, thanks! That could be hot." * * * * * * * * * Just before Eva turned 9, she knocked on her brothers' door one early morning shortly before sunrise. "Go away Eva, we will be getting up in just a couple of hours." But then she heard some loud whispering. "Come if you want to, if you're still there." Both boys were naked on one bed as usual, but Gerald was crouched over his brother, his nice dingle dangle pleasingly stretched out to his attractive cock. Mikey was splayed out facing down on the mattress. Up closer, she could see the younger brother was giving the elder a pressured deep massage. Mikey moaned his pleasure. "Eva, your brother got sore from his match yesterday. He feels so much better if I can smooth out his aches and stiffness." He deftly grabbed handfuls of well conditioned boy rump for his sister's benefit. "I don't want to be gross, but it will feel nice for him when I just touch him here for a couple of seconds." She watched carefully as the kneeling naked brother stuck his forefinger in his mouth to deftly move it to the ass crack of the bigger framed brother on the bed. Evidently he gently rubbed it against the opening of the recipient's most personal place and she was spell bound to listen to his grunts of approval. He had the older naked youth turn himself over. So relaxed, he clasped his hands behind his head, giving her good sight of his hairy armpits. Mikey was even more beautiful than Gerald. The underside of his irresistible cock was twitching against his standout bush and lower abdomen, its open pee hole glistening in the light filtering through the window. He smiled and winked at his sister. At first, Gerald carefully and sensually massaged his brother at his shoulders and upper chest, moving down to affect little squeezes of his hard nipples. But then he moved his hand down his front, poking at his navel, then down to caress his disheveled bush, and finally to firmly massage the brother's straining cock and pouch of nuts. "You see, Mikey even likes to have his aroused penis rubbed." When he moved from there to massage his waist and hips, Eva could not help but be disappointed. "Gerald!?!" "What, honey bunch?" "Since you are gay and Rick is your boyfriend, have you ever rubbed his penis?" That question caught Mikey's attention and he jumped to tickle the young girl. "Yes he has, sweet pea. They rub each other's penises every chance they get and a whole lot more." She giggled and started to jump with her knees on the soft mattress. Gerald spoke next. "And guess what sweetie, Mikey and Rick have liked each other and they have played with each other's penises too." Mikey nodded with affirmation. The youngster slapped her hand over her mouth and giggled. "When is Rick going to come back and play our Xbox? Why is he so big where boys are boys?" Both boys had to constrain themselves from bursting into laughter. "We'll work on it sweet pea. But I think maybe your brother and I ought to prepare a presentation for you and your sister about boys and men." The conversation continued for another hour about penises and affectionate conduct toward them by both females and other males. The question arose whether Mom rubbed Daddy's penis. Mikey responded that such was their private love life , but since they obviously loved each other so much, he imagined it has probably happened sometime along the way. She announced she would like to rub a boyfriend's penis one day. It was an emotional moment and the 2 nude brothers squeezed the young girl hard in heartfelt hugs. "Whoever is your boyfriend, sis, will be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch that ever walked this earth. He will have to contend with us if he does not know it." A few days later, one Sunday afternoon when everyone promised they had finished their homework, Genie and Eva met with their brothers in their bedroom. They had set up a special file for photo viewing on their computer. They were carefully selected downloads from the Internet. They were presented to the girls in sets. The males in the pictures ranged from Gerald's age (hypothetically 18 but actually younger) to about Daddy's age. They were all either naked or in a state of undress where their genitals were exposed to the viewer. The first set were boys-to-men with good resolution focus so the girls could note the variety of penises and scrotums, circumcised or not, varying lengths and widths of shaft and sizes and shapes of glans. The coronas varied in the depth of partition in the ridges. Some males were shaved or waxed in a variety of patterns. The girls eyes were lit up in the witness of an engrossing entertainment they could not recall ever being exceeded in many months if not years. Why couldn't men and boys be made to walk around with their pants down now and again, so girls could see who they really were? If they were all uncovered on those days, then they would not have anything to be embarrassed about. For all the rich eye candy, the variety of shapes and sizes were so nice to look at. To think boys had anything to hide seemed silly to the girls that afternoon. But the next set of photos evoked gasps and winded the young girls as if something had impacted their chests.. All the picture penises were erect. What fun it must be for mommies when they meet with daddies to connect and make babies. No wonder sex was so much fun in its own right. Even the men with the smaller erections, in some cases not as big as most of the flaccid penises were nice to look at. But they both agreed that the males with big mushroom headed glans looked the nicest. "They look sort of like you boys. You have very nice looking erectors." The brothers smiled and chuckled. They could not help but hug Eva aside from thanking her for the sweet compliment. The girls seemed to be confused if fascinated by the next set of pictures of male masturbation. "Remember what Mom told you about boys and men masturbating. They usually do this in private. See the pictures how it can make the white semen come out of the pee hole, which in the man's penis is called the meatus." There were many questions that afternoon, but most of them focused on masturbation. The boys tried to explain that the function was a release that helped males cope with the tension of buildup of sexual feeling down there. That still seemed a little confusing. "When you boys mastabee, do you ever show each other?" They admitted they had. "Why not show us?" They said it might be fun for the sisters to watch their brothers do that, but it is such a personal thing to exhibit to a girl, they all might have regrets about it later. Maybe their feelings about such things will change when they all get older. "Mikey, have you ever shown yourself to Carlotta that way?" "She is my girl friend and she loves me as a sexual partner. She has enjoyed watching me do that." "I wonder if Mom has ever watched Daddy do that." They were assured they would never know for sure. But if it helped them love each other, it would be nice if Daddy did that now. They looked at Gerald, but decided not to ask a question for which the answer is obvious between gay sexual partners. Certainly Gerald has been completely satisfied and entertained by his bf's monster horsey dick. Gerald spoke to change the subject. "That is the whole deal with the laundry room and why Mom insists that when one of us is alone in there with the door closed, we are not to be disturbed." "Do both of you use that room a lot?" Mikey answered. "I can't speak for Gerald, but I mostly masturbate in the shower. Everything washes away easily. I have Carlotta to enjoy sex with now, so I do not do that as much as I used to." They were uncomfortable admitting to the depths and passion of their own continuing sexual relationship. "You have talked with your friends about how 'horny' older boys are. Gerald and I are at that age now, so we feel the need for sexual outlet a lot. Genie, you will have your first period perhaps in less than a year. You will go beyond being curious to feeling some sexual urge. So I tell you what, because we love you girls so much we want you to cope with and be happy about your strong feelings when the time comes." They opened one more file to show them one more set of pictures. "This is how women and girls masturbate. Gerald and I want you to know that if you ever enjoy doing what you see in these pictures and it makes you feel great, we will be very happy for you. You do not have to ever tell us about it. We will help you get all the privacy you need whenever you want. Gerald and I are making a homemade chair for the laundry room that should be very comfortable for you to . . . to masturbate like this." Eva took on an anxious expression. "Do I have to wait until I grow my hair down there and start my boobies, and have my period before I can mast-a-bate? I touch myself there sometimes already?" Genie shot her sister a disapproving scowl. "No sweet pea, you can touch yourself whenever you feel the need and it feels good to you. Just not at school or out in public." "Could I show you when I wanted to do that?" Genie sighed with some distress. The 2 boys looked at each other. Mikey spoke. "Understand that you are never supposed to show yourself doing that to anyone. The final decision is up to you, but I would advise that this is something you do in private until you find that very nice boyfriend or husband who is crazy in love with you." "Have you seen Carlotta do that, Mikey?" "Yes sweet pea. I have told you how she is my girlfriend, now. It is fun and exciting for us for her to show me her masturbation." The 2 young girls, Eva still playing with dolls, were given a choice of 5 pictures to share among themselves for printout, promising to the boys they would not show them to anyone especially at school. Both of the older youths were intrigued that 2 of the 5 pictures selected, after considerable negotiation were masturbation 'cum shots'. For several weeks thereafter, when one brother or another would be encountered by either of his sisters in the hall, just wearing his robe after his shower, he would be asked if he had just 'done that'. The usual response would be 'maybe!' followed by a smile and a wink. That would be followed by a question in response. "Did you do the touching thing in your bath this morning?" "I forgot about it this time." Within a couple of weeks, a peculiar looking makeshift constructed chair from old parts of other furniture appeared in the laundry room. Its main feature was a propped up old car seat with pinned down extra upholstery. It did not have arms on either side. When Mom asked her sons if they had something to do with its presence, she was told that the room would assist in the private activity of growing girls and the chair was assembled expressly for that purpose. "What a way to be considerate of your sisters. You 2 are incorrigible with your one-tracked minds." When Daddy investigated the novel fixture he burst out laughing. * * * * * * * * * Gerald was horny when Rick was away at school despite his brother's physical attentions. He went online for gay teen personals and chat, at Rick's suggestion. He figured out a couple of boys he actually knew were closeted like himself. On the 2 or 3 occasions he actually met with them he could sense much overcompensation to seem str8. It was enough to contend with Mikey behaving that way. He was not interested. He never qualified for a team sport, so in the 10th and 11th grades he enrolled in "extended physical training" in the winter months which was like gym only more intense. There was much weight training and by the time Mikey left home for college, the younger brother exceeded him in overall muscle tone. He actually became very savvy at one-on-one basketball provided his opponent did not outrank him in height by more than 3 inches. The training was supervised many days by none other than Sandra Dooley. "I liked your brother. You are good looking like him. I am going to have to find you the right girl." He looked sullen and admitted to her that he is gay. "Oh, handsome, you should have told me when we first met. I know about many of the secret boys around here. Let me check into something and I will get back to you." Mikey drove him to meet with Cullen McCritter at his home one Friday night at 9:30 after his kid sister was supposed to be in bed. He met him at the door wearing only a bathrobe. Inside the house, he lost his bathrobe and insisted Gerald lie on the living room sofa. He proceeded to be stripped right down to the skin by his already naked host. There is something to be said for horniness. The kid worked fast. Gerald liked that . A minute of tongue clash more than actual kissing, he licked Gerald right down to where his cock was popped into his new partner's mouth and less than a minute later a well-milked load served up a tasty after dinner snack. They shook hands and talked. The kid was a year behind Gerald, a pudgy faced brunette , but a lean boyish body, cute. The kid liked to talk sex almost non-stop which was a welcome change. Unless it was the conversation of the moment with the entourage, Rick tried to avoid the subject "I've seen you in the locker room, Lincombe. I knew sex with you is going to be hot." When Gerald related to the kid that his sometime lover is a horse hung High School basketball player hero, that was as good as the best foreplay there is. Gerald was able to fuck him hot and hard in his bedroom before his parents returned home. Cullen at first was routinely bulkheaded into the laundry room with Gerald often after school after meeting with the family. When he first played the Xbox "au naturel", his nerves failed and he tried to cover his boner with his hands. Eva looked at him puzzled like "let us see". When he saw young girls were not impressionable one way or another, he settled down and it never happened again. Eva liked him and he was charmed by her asking him so many questions about gay boys. Genie was spending much less time in her brothers' bedroom and they sensed her distance and growing attitude of disapproval toward them. By late in the spring and the summer Cullen introduced Gerald to most of the "last resort" makeout spots near the abandoned rotting boardwalk. He knew to hang out an old brassiere of his mother's nearby to alert couples that their known spot was occupied. Of course, they would not know it was being occupied by a gay couple. Cullen would often join the entourage. Mikey barely tolerated him and he gave Debby the creeps. Rick was indifferent but, "the little bitch is watching out for my babe." Carlotta liked him. His philosophy about all boys getting in touch with their gay side until well into college is not unlike her own. Girls can get it on with other girls or with college and other older men. Eventually she recruited him to be a locker room reporter. At the beach front estate, he usually only wore a bath towel around his waist, if that. He had a way of always being in the hot tub when Rick was there. What Gerald had to say about him was true. One time Gerald thought he had gotten lucky on the web. He had responded to a personal from a married man in the next beach town up seeking a discreet gay relationship. He was picked up in his car 2 blocks away. They drove to the Sturdy Helm Motel and spent much of the evening together. He had to be in his 30s, trim except a little waist line spread, hairy but not as hairy as his Dad, a little balding. Gerald watched as the adult danced to old time 60s MoTown hits from his Ipod speakers. Men with athletic talent or a good sense of rhythm naked in motion are sexy as hell and a terrific turn-on for Gerald. The sex was great. He sucked on Gerald's ass, fucked him deep and hard, and sucked 2 loads out of him. Gerald hand jobbed him before they parted. He kissed nibbling like a maniac. His usual refrain, "you're such a cute kid." He explained to Gerald that he had habitually cheated on his wife, "sunshine". Their compromise for a resolution to their marital problems was that he could seek out discrete and safe gay love affairs. He learned to dance from an energetic African-American mistress who preferred older style music to contemporary hip hop. He had a very affectionate demeanor, more like Mikey and much more so than Rick. He encouraged the still developing youth to snuggle up to him, where he would shower him with soft kisses and reassuring pats and rubs. He was complex. He flirted with the young woman who delivered the pizza with only a towel around his waist. He invited her to join "them when she got off of work. The connection by eye contact was evident and Gerald could see the young woman was seriously considering the offer. He had great charisma. He ran them a hot bath. Gerald was the top layer of the naked pair in the nearly scalding drink of the tub. There they ate pizza and drank cold beer. The partner jabbered on about his work and family as he played with the youth's dick and nuts almost absentmindedly. Gerald could feel the dick between the legs under him would enliven and slumber alternately throughout the soaking. It was decided there would be such meetings in the future. They slept for an hour or so in the embrace of a warm cuddle before dressing and driving Gerald back to his home. Two days later, Gerald received an email message from the man's wife. She notified him that a restraining order would be filed against him if he ever met with him again. She wrote that her husband would be in danger of criminal charges being filed against him of statutory rape of a minor, indecent exposure, and inducement to immoral relations. Then the message turned conciliatory apologizing for her husband's poor judgment. Her understanding was that Gerald was friendly, affectionate and of good character. They both wished him well and now and again send a message yakety-yak, blah, blah, forget about it. It 's over. Both Carlotta and Coach Dooley urged Gerald to find those girls who could provide 'cover' for his true preference and orientation ~ a good beard. In the 9th grade he went out casually with 2 'skanks', but never committed to them to their disappointment. He came to pride himself at being good at making out on 2nd base. Years later, Carlotta confided to him that she heard through the grapevine that Betts Grady, an overweight tall African American girl had mentioned that she would drop her drawers in a second to have Gerald Lincombe take her cherry and allow her to just be his occasional fuck buddy. In the 10th grade , Coach Dooley found him Carla Sapphocles, a severe looking short closeted lesbian who needed to stage a perpetual smile and lots of makeup to soften her stony features. She met with the Lincombe family frequently with an unspoken understanding that she was Gerald's girlfriend. She was actually attracted to Gerald and would exploit his horny feelings by hand petting him in the car to cum in his pants. "Boys are disgusting but this one is cute." One of her brothers was also attracted to Gerald and she encouraged him to at least kiss the horny little bastard. When she heard about the protocol for playing the Xbox in the bedroom , she avoided the pastime assiduously. Carlotta and Mikey pled with her to try it once, but to no avail. * * * * * * * * * "Carlotta, it is as if she is judging all 3 of us. The family is not together as much as it used to be and Eva becomes anxious about it. Eva needs her sister. Gerald and I have been both this close to going off on her." "Let me spend some time with her like a big sister. No girls almost any age can resist talk about boys, hair, nails, and shoes. From when I have dug into her head in the past, she puts you boys on a pedestal. From when you used to play with them naked and she could practically watch you shower, she watched energetic little boys turn to young men. That can have a powerful impact on a girl's head that almost no other girls experience. That incident with Gerald and your cousin is something she will never erase from her mind. She thinks you boys are phat with sexy and all older girls should think so too. I don't think she is prejudiced at all, but she thinks Gerald is wasting his life if he is gay and that your own attractions to other males are unnecessary. "I can tell she thinks I am not good enough for you, but I understand." She could see her sensitive lover was genuinely offended and starting to turn red-faced. "She doesn't know what I know. Girls in the 7th, 8th, and 9th grades are first most attracted to taller boys or boys who are broadening in the shoulders fast. They want to be approached by boys who already have a sport or are known to be good at gym. "Don't be surprised if she becomes very moody toward you 3 after her first period. It would have little or nothing to do with her cycle the way it does with me. Eva loves you for your loving attitude toward everyone who will be receptive. Genie thinks her sister is immature and does not apply good standards on how she thinks about her family." After Genie had her first period when she was 12, she became a new infectious silly girl her brothers nearly worshipped. She played Xbox with them again, more than once completely naked herself. She made a point of exhibiting her own developing tits and puss to her brothers. "You're so beautiful, dreamy girl. Soon, we'll have to fight off the boys from having their way with you. Don't you know Gerald and I have always thought that?" Just weeks before Mikey left for college, she grew more sullen than she had before, cracking almost mean sarcastic quips that set her more distant from her brothers than ever before. Mikey had been warned by Carlotta. Any boy she brought to the house, it was understood only the parents would interact with him much. No smuggling him through the bulkhead, she would lead him directly to the laundry room and make out with him for hours at a time. The brothers put up a good front between themselves and Eva, but they have been cut to the quick with hurt by the emotional separation from Genie to this day. * * * * * * * * * As weeks and months flew by, Mikey sustained a difficult time struggling with the actuality that sexual gratification was better with his brother and via the occasional episode of his brother's lover, Rick Joistman, than it was with his girlfriend. As much as he admired her for her smart insights and always did his best to speak of her reverently to others, he started to complain to his brother in strictest confidence. It was as if it were her fault. One Sunday morning, Gerald sleepily trudged to the laundry room with a bagful of gym clothes that he had procrastinated about washing. It could wait no longer and he had 2 term papers to finish by that night. It was the morning after Mikey's senior prom. Before noon, slightly hung over, Mikey stumbled downstairs to speak with his brother about the festivities stuffing bacon and dry waffles into his mouth. The most detail was about the sex with Carlotta afterward at a friend's house and their sex life in general. "When I fuck her underneath me, she just lies there and doesn't do anything as I shift her around. When she plants her juicy pussy on my pole from above, she just glides herself on top of me, up and down with no hot desire to dance around on it the way you do, er . . . " The 2 boys just froze and looked at each other in the eye for several seconds. It was Mikey who took the initiative to close the laundry room door. He approached his brother for passionate hard hugs and kisses. He steered him to the folding table, pushed him back some and by the time they both had reached with outstretched strong legs to climb the table, they were both naked. The swollen mushrooms of 2 flinching super turned on cocks were both glistening abundant with the male joy juices that simmer up from rugged exercised loins of very healthy youths. Gerald pulled back his legs and spread them some. "No, not like that. This time I want to play catcher to that gorgeous dude devil you got, bro'". " "Lube, rubbers?" "Fuck rubbers. I'm not going to get knocked up. Shoot your hot jizz deep, bro." Mikey was able to snatch at a gallon size of laundry detergent off a nearby shelf. "No. That is only going to make trouble for you." "The hot sex that is about to make history is going to overcome any trouble." They were crouched and kneeling, enjoying soft lips, fencing tongues, and warm embrace. Gerald hastily poured a liberal puddle of the soapy liquid on a far side side of the table, dipping his fingers and hand into the mess, he reached down to intrude slick fingers through his brother's accessible pucker and explore all the warmth of tender membrane therein. Young men's cocks having minds of their own, his own about to be baptized with liquid laundry soap danced with excitement with the prospect of sensual contacts unsurpassed. Bags of laundry were on the table and Mikey quickly shuffled them against the wall so Gerald could lean against them and Mikey would have room for his legs and knees on either side. Sex was going to be up close and personal enough for lots of kisses, sucks, licks, and nibbles to lips, faces, necks, shoulders, upper chests , and super charged swollen nipples, all as sweet and spicy garnish for the main event. Mikey's lean strong muscles flexed as he crouched in front of his brother, desperate shaking fingers from both partners strove to reach and align the needy twitching wrinkled bulls eye set in its wide open crack of the crouching brother to the head of the hotly straining meaty manhood of the other. The fumbles against thousands of inflamed nerve endings would have served as a hot rendezvous in its own right. When the alignment felt firm, flush, and, snug. Mikey moved his hand back to the other side of his brother's ribs. He bent his knees a little more for a more flexed crouch and he felt the heat of the living beast break through so that he had impaled himself on to the firm warm mushroom and the top of pulsing man staff. He reveled deep into his soul with the sensation of his sensitive tight loving orifice spreading open to make way for such erotic majesty. "Oh yes! It feels so right, bro. It is right. Love me Gerald! Love me forever." He angled himself in a way that the beast impacted blissfully against it to slide past his vulnerable gland and into desperately awaiting bowels. To Gerald, his most sensitive organ was being bathed by the almost searing moist grasping flesh of his brother and he smiled with passionate joy, anticipating the enthralling friction with his beautiful brother's most intimate mystery. As Mikey bounced up and down on the treasured flesh that filled and relieved a yearning void, his cock and sac of nuts were pressure stroked sensually against the warm firm skin of Gerald's abs and chest. Gerald started to thrust with his own rhythm to synchronize with his brother's to impact up at his hilt with the older brother's dropping seat. "Thwap! Thwap!" "Oh do it, bro! Yes! Fuck me because you're the best. Yes! Yes!" Between gasps of sharp pleasure, shallow breaths of hot exhalation would smash into each others' faces, necks, and chests. This is the gritty connection of energized flesh that forges the deepest and most enduring bonds between young men. Mikey focused on the exquisite strokes and impacts that built up the electric heat in his loins, nuts,and the root of his cock. It was the bursting and boiling over of pleasure that surged though the tunnel in his cock and out a mighty dilated and sensitized piss slit in warm streaks with ripe and rich odor up onto his brother's chest and neck. His cavity in the throes of throbbing climax fiercely clutched at the treasured pillar of flesh in its thrall and squeezed hard, triggering Gerald to snap to his own litany of hot throbs, spraying streaks of simmering and soothing slither deep into his loving brother. In each other's sweating flexed arms, they grunted and groaned their symphony of ecstasy in the throes of naked love and passion. Returning to more normal consciousness, while the cock up his ass was loosening and softening, Mikey suddenly felt something deep into his guts that did not feel right at all. He got up and nearly fell off the table. "Oh bro', you're right, I got troubles. . . Got to get to that bathroom fast." He ran out the door with sexual fluids mixed with cleaning detergent running out of his butt onto one bare leg. Listening to Mikey bolt up the basement steps with frantic abandon, Gerald threw back his head and laughed mirthfully. Naked, his brother was not only just about the sexiest being alive, but often coincidentally one of the funniest. Eva was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast and loading the dishwasher. She was startled to hear her brother stomp up the stairs from the basement and fling open the door into the kitchen, sprint across to the stairway to upstairs, stark naked, dingle dangle flailing about half hard, with who knew what funny smelling stuff running down his leg. When Mikey reached the bathroom his father was just exiting. His son slammed the door behind him and made it to the toilet in just the nick of time. Projectile diarrhea was audible everywhere upstairs. "Son, are you alright?" "I think so Dad. I got a little tanked last night and I must have eaten something I shouldn't have." "Well, why are you that, . . why are you naked from having run up from downstairs?" "I was doing laundry with Gerald in the basement. I had just put on stuff that had been thrown around the bedroom and realized it needed to be washed too. I've done it before because I always know that there are clean towels around that I can wrap around me. Well when I started to feel sick like I needed the toilet, I didn't have time to look for a towel." "Well I want you to take it easy for the rest of the day. Don't go anywhere and don't do anything except your homework. Got that?" "Yes, Dad." Midnight sex for the 2 brothers only became more intense in the weeks before Mikey's departure to state university. He split up with Carlotta with the understanding that they would always be friends. She had started to couple with Shayla Najal, an Indian American girl one year behind her in school. They had been flirting all year in the locker room at a time when her dark lustrous boobs blossomed to woman-like maturity. They are still partnered together at this writing. Carlotta joined the entourage at the beach house much less frequently. Rick had earned his B.A. with only modest success in NCAA basketball. But he would be attending graduate school in a community nearby and working as an assistant basketball coach at the local public school there. He would be able to spend more time with Gerald after he returned from his job at basketball summer camp that year. That special Sunday morning, Gerald cleaned himself up in the laundry room, dressed, and went upstairs to the kitchen for a cold drink, Eva was still in the kitchen. "What was wrong with Mikey?" "Who knows how much he drank last night. He had to go to the bathroom right away." "Is it also because you 2 had sex in the laundry room that way?" Gerald did not answer. He just blushed, looked sheepish, and winked at his sister. She smiled at her brother with a light in her eyes. "I know most people would think that is a bad thing. But I think it helps you 2 love each other, . . and love the rest of us better too. Besides, he looks a lot better streaking the downstairs than I did when I was little." to be continued . . . .