Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 22:38:49 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 14

I didn't make it to the swimming pool until mid afternoon. I thought Tom
would be there, but I didn't see him or his cousins. I didn't see Ethan or
Jason either. But Kyle, the lifeguard was there. He waved me over.

He was sitting under an umbrella in a lifeguard chair, wearing his
shades. As I drew close, he smiled the kind of smile where just the corners
of the mouth turn up. "I didn't think I'd see you today," he said.

I shrugged. "I was doin' something."

"Or someone?" he asked with a grin.

I shrugged. "Yeah, maybe."

"Who?"

"A girl," I told him. Anna was a girl, too, of course, but because she was
still in her period, she hadn't even taken her shorts off... still. "Well,
actually two girls," I said. After all, I had sucked Anna's tits and she
had sucked my dick up hard for another go at Nicki."

Kyle's mouth dropped. "Two girls at the same time?"

I shrugged. "We were all in the same bed at the same time, but I did stuff
mainly with just one girl; it was her first time."

"Sheee-it!" he murmured and shifted in his seat.

I glanced around the pool. "Was my brother here earlier? Or my friends?"

"Yeah, dude," he said, frowning slightly behind his sunglasses. "I hate to
tell you, but they're all inside; probably in one of those showers you guys
used yesterday." He made a shallow laugh. "But I guess you don't mind that
they're in the without you since you've already had some fun."

He was wrong. He was very wrong. I did mind; not because of the sex,
obviously. Even at fourteen, I needed a little recovery time. But it hurt
to be left out. Your heart's an uncertain thing at that age, and it did
hurt. It wasn't like I just missed a checkers game or something.  It was
like Kyle had stabbed me in the heart. It was bad enough that I didn't'
have Ethan. Now Tom did have him. They were doing stuff without me. Was
Ethan going to take my new friends from me?

I glanced back at the clubhouse. I could go inside and look for the shower
they were in.

"How long ago did they go inside?" I asked.

Kyle frowned and looked at his watch. "I dunno. Long time. Thirty or forty
minutes at least."

"Oh," I said sadly. That was too long. They were probably done. Suddenly, I
just wanted out of there. I didn't want to be in the pool when they came
back. "I gotta go," I said.

"You just got here," Kyle protested. But I was already hurrying to leave
before I would run into them.

"I'll tell them you were looking for them," Kyle called.

I didn't want him to, but I couldn't talk right then. My throat was tight.

I made it back to the changing room without running into them, and I
hurriedly dressed in a corner. I thought I heard them pass through,
laughing, heading back out to the pool.

I didn't go right home. I walked around for a while. I walked where I
wasn't likely to run into them; down into a park on the far side of our
home. Perhaps it was worse because I was tired. I cried a lot.





Tom called not long after my parents got home. "Sorry we missed you, dude,"
he said. "You should have come to find us. We had two shower stalls this
time! Ethan and I started in one, and Jason and my cousins started in
another. Ethan is so cool, dude. I'm jealous of you guys. Then Ethan and
Jason traded. Then Mikey and I traded. It was fuckin' incredible!"

I thought about just hanging up.

"You aren't pissed are you?" Tom asked.

"If he is, he knows now how I felt," a voice said in the background. It was
Ethan.

"Dude," Tom said. "Come on over. Ethan and Jason are sleeping over tonight,
too. My mom will order out pizza."

"No," I said, willing my voice not to crack. "I can't tonight."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay?"

"Sure. Yeah. I didn't mean to piss you off."

"I'm not pissed."

"Okay," he said, then more quietly into the phone, "look, David, I'm sorry
about this afternoon. We didn't know what happened to you. I thought you'd
be at the pool earlier. Where were you?"

"I had to watch my sisters and brothers longer than I thought," I said.

"Oh. Sorry."

"I gotta go."

"Yeah. Okay. But look, I really want you to come over tonight, alright?"

"I can't."

"Try, okay?"

"We'll see," I told him and hung up. I sniffled, and then realized the
twins were watching me, so I left the living room and started up the stairs
to my room. I wasn't sure I wanted supper anyway.

The phone rang again on the way up the stairs. I paused. What if it was
Ethan calling to say he was sorry. If Ethan wanted me to come over. I'd go
over.

"David," Lizzie called up the stairs. "It's for you."

I ran back down to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, David. This is Kyle. Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You sure? Because you didn't look okay this afternoon."

"I'm okay."

"Look, let me take you to supper. That's why I'm calling. I want to take
you out... you know... for supper. To cheer you up. I'll take you to
Arno's, it's an Italian place down on Montgomery."

I realized that if I didn't go with him, I'd sit in my room being all
depressed. "Just don't like, try to cheer me up to much," I told him.

"Great! I won't."

"But I gotta ask my parents."



I showered, put on a button-up shirt and Docker-type trousers, and was
downstairs by the time Kyle pulled up out front and honked. He drove an old
Malibu. Somehow, I expected something sporty. He was wearing his shades and
a broad, white-toothed smile as I climbed into the passenger seat.

"Dude, you look nice with clothes on," he told me.

Kyle was in shorts, a dark t-shirt, and an open, outer shirt; a layered
look. The gold necklace around his neck and the gold stud in his ear went
well with his tan.

"You, too," I told him.

He gave my knee a squeeze. "You hungry or do you want to drive around some
first?"

"I'm hungry," I told him.

We were almost to the restaurant when another car pulled up next to ours at
a traffic light. I glanced over. The driver was Tom's mom. Tom, Ethan,
Jason, the cousins... they were all in the car. They must have been going
to pick up pizza or something. I turned back, but not quick enough. I saw
Tom's jaw drop.

"Crap!" I murmured.

Kyle looked over. "Oh, it's your buddies." He waved and smiled. I didn't
look back. I thought about asking to go home, but it was too late, of
course. Tom and Ethan were no doubt thinking that I didn't want to be with
them because of Kyle.

"It won't hurt for them to think you're with me," Kyle told me as we pulled
away from them and took a left at the next intersection.

I leaned my head against the window. At that moment, life sure seemed to
suck. I mean, I liked my sisters and little brothers, but not the way I
liked Ethan. Tom and his cousins, Jeremy and Mikey, were my first new
friends in a long time, and now, what were they thinking of me? I actually
thought about going home to visit my mom. She'd been after me to spend a
couple of weeks with her and my real sisters before summer was over.

At the restaurant, Kyle did most of the talking. He told me lifeguard
stories, and then high school stories; and some were pretty funny. I
laughed at those, and I did start to feel better.

Kyle ate slowly. He asked me questions about my family, about what sort of
things I liked, about me and Ethan. I didn't tell him about sex in my
family, and I didn't tell him much about me and Ethan.

Afterward, he put the car windows down and we drove around, just
talking. He showed me where he lived and his high school. Then he pulled
into the back parking lot of a closed Denny's as it was getting dark --
when you live in a city, there aren't always places to park.

"I get it about your brother," Kyle said. "I understand you really like
him, but you could still have a boyfriend like me if you wanted to, right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"And Tom? He's not like a boyfriend is he? He's more like just a friend?"

I shrugged again. "Sorta... or he was."

"And you don't have a girlfriend?"

I thought about Nicki, but she wasn't exactly a girlfriend yet, and I
couldn't count my sisters as girlfriends even though we sexed together; I
mean, they were my sisters. "Not yet," I said.

Kyle reached across to squeeze my shoulder and leaned closer. "How about
having a sexy older man as your boyfriend?" he asked with a smile.

"I like having you as a friend," I told him sincerely.

"Just as a friend?" His shades were off for a change, and his eyes were
very, very blue. He leaned across the seats until his face was close to
mine. "Dude," he said softly, "I've been hard for you since the first time
you showed up at the pool."

Not the most romantic thing to say, but when you're fourteen and a hot
sixteen-year-old says that to you, it's a turn-on; especially when he takes
your hand and presses it to the hardness between his legs. "See?" he
said. And then he kissed my lips. I let him. I kissed back. A moment later,
he had reclined my seat and we were both in it, and his tongue was deep
into my mouth.

I understood the phrase, "His hands were all over me," because they surely
were. One moment, we had twisted to our sides and his hands were on my
butt, pulling our crotches together. The next moment, he was kneeling on
the floor between my legs with the hardness of his erection pressed between
my legs while his hands were opening my shirt and tweaking my nipples. The
next moment, he was back in the passenger seat with me and he had my belt
open and my fly unzipped and his hand groped the front of my underwear for
my dick. All in a public parking lot.

"Wait!" I finally managed to say. "Just wait."

"What?" he asked, rubbing my dick through the front of my underwear.

I pushed his hand away. "What if someone sees us?"

"No one's gonna see us. If anyone pulls into the parking lot, we'll know in
time."

I frowned at him. "I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend."

Kyle swallowed and an achy look passed over his face. "I do," he said
softly.

"That's supposed to mean something," I told him.

"Like what?" he asked softly. "That I love you?"

I thought about it. "Maybe," I said. "You gotta at least like, and not just
want sex."

"I want sex wtih you because I like you," he said.

"Well you're acting like you just want sex."

His eyes traveled down my body. "In the worst way," he murmured. His eyes
rose to mine again. "You're a guy. You know how it is when you get the hots
for someone and you ache to have them." Then he frowned. "Maybe not. You
seem to have all the sex you need."

I zipped up my pants. "When I have sex with you," I said, "I don't want it
to happen like this."

"How do you want it to happen?"

"Well someplace with more room," I said.

"There's room here. Look. I'm sorry I rushed things, okay?" He took a
breath. He laid his hand on my bare chest. "It's just that I need you
David. I need you really, really badly. I need you to like me, too. I need
you to want me and my body like I want you and your body."

I nodded. "It's just shitty timing, you know? It's just that today sucked."

"And you already had sex."

"That was this morning," I said.

He smiled. "Can I at least see you naked? I've been dreaming about seeing
you naked."

I thought about it. If I got naked for him, almost certainly something
would happen and I wasn't exactly in the mood. The truth was that I wasn't
sure I felt anything for Kyle. The truth was that the problem was with
me. But I liked Kyle and he was nice to me. And his hard-on showed in the
front of his pants. And I was a guy.

"Okay," I said. "But I want to see you naked, too."

He grinned. "Okay!"

We undressed at the same time, while both of us twisted up facing each
other in the passenger seat of a Malibu.

Kyle seemed to relax a little. He smiled at me and it was a good smile. I
grinned. The riskiness of being naked in a car in a parking lot began to
feel like adventure.

With our clothes off, we faced one another. Kyle had a lean, well-defined
teenage body, but my eyes were most drawn down to his shaved pubic mount
and a circumcised cock that was fat like Tom's, but with a smaller
glans. When I closed my hand around his shaft at the base, my thumb only
met my fingers. His dick curved up from his belly and it was warm in my
hand. He closed his hand around my dick and leaned in to kiss. This time my
tongue entered his mouth first.

We tugged on one another's cock, and then we pulled our hands from between
us and pressed our cocks directly. Kyle was strong. His muscles were
hard. His hard body and strength excited me. He grabbed my bottom, and I
got sexy for him. I rubbed my dick on his taut belly. I made big rubs, like
I was making waves against the front of his body with my body. He held me
tight by the butt, and his thick dick rubbed inside my leg. I took his face
in my hands and kissed him. I felt his precum against my belly.

There's always a sense of urgency to sex that is risky; like sex in the
passenger seat of a Malibu in a parking lot. If we were going to go ahead
and do it, then I thought we should just do it. I rolled over and backed my
butt to him. "Use lots of spit," I told him. "You've got a fat cock."

"I've got some KY," Kyle said. He opened the glove compartment and
extracted the tube of lubricant. He rubbed some into my butt, inserting a
finger. Then he lubed his dick.

He moved up behind me. I felt the wet gel as his crown spread my buttcheeks
and found my pucker. I lifted my leg to open up and take off some
pressure. Kyle pushed forward and his crown eased in, followed by his
thicker shaft. He held my hip and entered me slowly. His cock stretched my
sphincter more than it had been stretched before and it took a moment for
my butt to adjust.

Kyle pulled my top leg back over his hip, and he wrapped his arms around me
as the front of his body conformed to the back of mine. His strong arms
held me back to him, and he nuzzled into the back of my hair. "I've never
done it like this," he murmured. He hugged me back to fit his body. "I like
this, David. I like holding you like this." His hips began to pump. "Umph!"
he murmured. "Damn you feel good!"

I'm sure that his fat cock would have given me misery if I wasn't already
used to being fucked, and I'm not particularly a bottom. But Kyle was
incredible. He was sixteen, and he made love to me with his whole body. You
can tell by how someone moves against you when your body gives them
pleasure. It was as if, from the hair on the back of my head all the way
down to the soles of my feet, Kyle found pleasure with my body. His hands
explored my belly and chest and held me back against his belly and
chest. His lap cupped my bottom. The tops of his legs pressed against the
backs of mine. He rubbed the tops of his feet against the bottoms of mine.

His grinding thrusts twisted us on the seat until he was lying back across
the console and I was lying back on top of him. I ground my butt into his
lap and he moaned loudly. It was a strange experience. I felt sort of
detached, as if the only part of me in it was my body.

Kyle hugged onto me hard and drove hard when he came. His dick grew slick
in my bottom.

And then we lay there as he caught his breath. "David," he whispered. "That
was amazing! I wish we could just stay like this forever."

"Probably not a good idea," I said.

He chuckled and reached down between my legs. "Your dick's soft. Did you
come?"

"No. But I liked what we did."

"Do I need to suck you off or something? Do you want to fuck me?"

"I'm okay," I said as his dick slipped from inside me. I rolled onto him,
belly to belly. "Did I do okay?"

He grinned and rolled us up onto our sides, my butt and back against the
seat backs. He pressed his body to mine and kissed me. "It'll be better,"
he promised. "I'll find a room somewhere. Or maybe we can go camping with a
tent. We can stay together for the whole night and sleep together."

I thought of Ethan.





By the time Kyle got me to the house, it was dark. He kissed me goodnight
inside the car, and by the time I was up to the porch, my mind was back on
Ethan and Tom and all the things they were probably doing together or going
to do together.

I wanted to shower. I wanted to wash Kyle's cum from my butt and feel clean
again. The twins were in the bath, but they were almost done, and they got
out, letting me turn on the shower. They toweled one another and watched me
undress. They talked about stuff, but I wasn't really listening.

"Are you sad, David?" Jon asked.

"Yeah, some," I admitted. It didn't hurt to admit something like that to my
five-year-old little brothers. I stepped into the shower.



I lay on the floor to watch TV with the family. Jon lay on top of me until
it was time for the twins to go to bed. Later, when I went to up to my
bedroom, I found Jon sleeping in my bed. I wondered if he did that because
he knew I was sad. I decided to just crawl into bed and sleep with him. His
presence would be a good deterrent if Fiona had thoughts of invading my bed
again that night.

Jon was naked under the covers. I crawled in naked behind him and hugged
his smaller body to mine like I was hugging a teddy bear. When my dick grew
hard, I slipped it between the backs of his leg and into that little gap at
the top. My dick extended through and came up under his little
ballsack. Holding him like that was pleasant, and I remembered how Kyle
held me, almost the same way, earlier. I was tired, and soon fell asleep.



I woke in the morning to a wet, five-year-old's mouth on my achingly hard
dick. Jon had managed to kneel between my legs and he was slobbering the
end of my dick in an enthusiastic manner. When he saw my eyes open, he
lifted his head with a grin. "You had a morning stiffy," he told me. "I do,
too. Look!"

He knelt up to show me his stiffy and scooted forward to straddle my lap
and press his stiffy to my much larger boner. He rubbed me with it,
happily, then gripped his stiffy to my boner with both hands.

"This feels good." he said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It feels nice."

Jon gyrated his little hips, and it really did feel good. He spun around on
me and rubbed our dicks in the opposite direction. His little butt flexed
and I grabbed the sides of it. Jon shifted and rubbed his buttcrack on the
underside of my dick as if that felt good.

"Hey!" He stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "Do you want to put
your dick up my butt?"

"I'm probably too big for you," I told him. Somehow, it didn't seem strange
at all to think about sexing with my little step-brother. We'd seen each
other have sex with our siblings and we'd played together some. Honestly,
it seemed pretty natural. "But I can rub my dick in your buttcrack," I
suggested. "The way you're doing. You wanna get onto your stomach?"

"Sure!" Jon said, grinning, and he dove onto the bed beside me.

I got up onto my knees and moved him to the middle of the bed. He had a
cute little butt, and when I put a pillow under his lap to lift it higher,
it was even cuter. "You can hump the pillow at the same time," I
said. "It'll feel good."

"Yeah," he agreed, grinding his hips around.

I straddled the backs of his legs, laying my dick down into his
buttcrack. I held his cheeks closed around it and rubbed my dick between
them.

"You can put it inside," Jon repeated. "You really can. I might like it."

"I don't know," I told him, but I was tempted. I was wide awake and not
thinking about the night before at all. It was my dick that was
thinking. "We can try it, but if it hurts, we won't do it."

"Okay."

I climbed off and got the tube of lube that Ethan and I kept in our night
table. Then I climbed back on, straddled the backs of Jon's legs, and lubed
my dick and Jon's bottom liberally with the lube. I set the tube aside and
pooched up the pillow under his middle.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jon said, looking back over his shoulder at me. "I told Ben I
wanted to see how yours felt. You're my favorite brother."

I smiled. Somehow, I needed that just then. I pulled Jon's left buttcheek
open with the heel of my left hand and guided my well-lubbed glans to his
little pink sphincter with my right. I pushed and my glans disappeared. His
sphincter closed tightly around my shaft just behind my crown.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. His voice was slightly tense.

"Relax, and I'll go slow."

I eased my hips slowly forward and watched as two-thirds of my dick slipped
inside my little brother's butt. His sphincter was tight, but not a whole
lot tighter than Tom's or his cousins'. When I was almost all in, I lay
down onto Jon's smaller body, keeping most of my weight up on my elbows and
knees.

"You still okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," Jon said, then wiggled his hips to prove it. It may have been the
lube, or because he and Ben had been screw one another, or simply that
little kids can relax and take it well sometimes; I've heard that before.
Jon seemed okay.

I nuzzled the top of his head and squeezed his legs between mine. I pumped
my hips slowly and felt the drag of his tightness on my shaft. Jon made
soft little grunts as I began to plunge deeper, and soon, my skin was
slapping his bottom. His little butt fit under my lap perfectly.

I pushed up onto my hands and splayed my knees out to the sides and pressed
my dick down all the way. I watched my dick disappear in and out of his
crack and felt the slide of my balls on the backs of his legs. Jon reached
back with a hand and laid it on my leg, and that small gesture, right in
the middle of everything, reminded me that he was my little brother and
that he was probably doing this because he loved me.

I pulled out. "We're going to do this differently," I told him.

I sat back against the headboard and extended my legs straight out. "We're
going to do this like Dad said the Greeks used to do it," I told Jon as he
knelt up onto his knees. Amazingly, he still had a stiffy.

I extended my arms to him. "Come get on my lap."

Without hesitation, Jon came up to straddle my lap and immediately got the
idea. He went up on his knees, pressing his stiffy to my sternum as I
angled my cock upward into his bottom. Jon wiggled onto it and then sat
down slowly. When his bottom settled all the way down into my lap, he
wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped mine around him.

"Rub your stiffy on my belly," I told him.

Jon tried it, liked it, and rubbed. I held his bottom and rubbed my cheek
on the top of his head.

"You're my favorite little brother," I murmured.

"More favorite than Ethan?" he asked.

"Ethan's not my 'little' brother like you are."

"Oh," Jon said.

For a few minutes, we sat like that, with Jon rubbing his stiffy on my
belly, and in the process, wiggling on my boner. But then I need to come.

Holding him close to my belly, I rolled us onto Jon's back with his legs
around my waist. I spread my knees wide and brought them up on either
side. I held Jon tight to my belly with my hands under his butt, and I made
a tight ball with him. I pumped my hips fast and his tightness went up and
down on my shaft. I kept his stiffy pressed to my belly so Jon would like
it. But when I came, I pushed up on my hands and drove my dick all the way
inside my little brother. He held my sides and wiggled hard, and I realized
he was having a little dry come by wiggling onto my cock at the same time
my cum was squirting inside him.

I finished squirting and his wriggling slowed he looked up at me and
grinned. "I wanna do this ALL the time," he said.

"Not all the time," I told him. My dick wasn't growing soft. Jon was too,
tight, and now I needed to get a morning piss. I backed my hips slowly and
my dick popped out.

"Aw," Jon said, looking up at me with a cute frown. "We can do it again,
sometime. Can't we, David?"

I lay down onto him and wrapped my arms under him. I rolled us on the bed
forward and back while Jon giggled.

"Yeah," I told him. "We can do it again sometime." Then with me on my back
and him on my belly, I tickled him and he laughed and squirmed hard. It was
a happy, belly laugh, and I tickled him until he couldn't breathe. Then I I
rolled us to our sides and kissed his forehead a last time. "I gotta go
piss," I told him.

Jon followed me into the bathroom. He stepped up to piss beside me at the
toilet, resting his hand on my butt in a little brotherly sort of way.

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