Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 13:10:36 -0700 From: Jonas Bunzy Subject: In a Little Brother Way - part1 This story is pure fiction, and does not represent a real life situation in any way. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains erotically charged materials involving a man and an adolescent boy. Please send thoughts to: luvbunzy@hotmail.com In a Little Brother Way - chapter1 I was working out in my apartment's rec room the first time that I met Robert. He was lifting weights and looking very determined. His arms were toned, but very thin, and his chest, which he was sort of puffing out, was quite smallish. He was about fourteen and still had a soft layer of babyfat over his torso and legs, but there was some definition starting to show through. He was staring at himself in one of the mirrored walls and had a look of fierce determination on a very sweet boyish face. I recognized his slight freckles, soft lips, and blue well-lashed eyes as those belonging to the boy living in the apartment just across from my own. He occasionally said hi to me in passing, but often seemed distracted in the manner of many adolescent boys. I guessed that he was lifting weights get over that "cute in a little brother way" look that he definitely had about him. I had always found myself attracted to boys his age. He had just a bit of darker hair near at the bottoms of his legs, and some fuzz under his arms that I could see through the loops of his tanktop. His hair flopped back in his face as he benched some fairly lightweight dumbbells. The weight room was cramped and the bike I was riding was right next to the weight bench. I could see the whole length of him. "You know you'll bulk up faster if you use more weight and do fewer reps." I yelled over to him from the exercise bike I was half riding. He kind of nodded back to me and went to grab larger dumbbells. I kept going, but was watching him out of the corner of my eye. He had a kind of nervousness about him, especially when I talked to him. It was a little hard to tell if he was embarrassed or flushed from working out, and his cheeks were quite rosy to begin with. I was worried that maybe he sensed my attraction to him. It is a part of me that always makes me nervous. I had acted on my attraction to adolescents only twice in my adult life. Once at a youth hostel the year before, with two dutch boys, about fifteen years old, while traveling in France. I had smoked some hash with them and they were certainly the more forward party. The other time was with a very urban, very "out" sixteen year old English boy, an affair that lasted on and off for the whole few months that I studied there and that was perfectly legal in his home country. Other than that, my dating and sex life generally involved men around or slightly older than my own twenty-five. I bedded most of them in my own apartment. I was now watching Robert struggle a bit with his new weights. I caught him sort of looking at me, but our eyes never met. Each time he did he started to behave more determinedly to get the dumbbells up, but it was obvious they were a little awkward for him. He finally gave up and let out a despaired sigh. "I think these are just a bit too heavy" He said to me. "I'll help you." I said. I got off the bike and walked past him to where the weights were racked. I grabbed a bar. "We'll set this up and I'll spot you, okay?" "Um, okay" He gave me a nervous smile and didn't make a whole lot of effort to get up. This kid was nervous or embarrassed about something, but I didn't want to make it worse by bringing it up. He let me set up the bar without offering much help. When I asked him to lay down, he also seemed a bit hesitant, but slowly complied. I noticed that he adjusted the crotch on his nylon running shorts as he lay back and I couldn't help but let my eyes drift for a second to see a neat little mound piled up down there. I caught myself and looked down to catch a bit of puzzlement from Robert. His face was flushed and shiny. I held the bar over his head. Our eyes met for just one second, and he gave me another confused half-smile. "Ready?" I asked, shaking myself from the awkwardness of the moment. He put his arms up to grab the bar. It took a few tries to get the right weight, and helped him finish all of his sets. The whole time moving around each other, I sensed a slight tension between us. I found my eyes drawn to his body, and the musky high school locker room smell that he was starting to develop around him. The sound of his constantly shifting shorts reminded me of how sensitive that area was at his age. He dealt with it more comfortably each time, playing off his minor arousals as simple irritations. I sensed some empathy in his smiling and gestures that went beyond the politeness of a slightly effeminate boy. Maybe I was imagining things, but it made me a bit afraid, and a bit excited. After Robert finished his reps, he started to leave. "Hey, you did a nice job. I can tell you are just starting out." "Thanks," he said. "And oh ..." He turned around and extended his hand, I shook it. "I'm Robert. I live across from you I think. Um, with my mom. Have you had a lot of different roommates or something?" "Roommates?" I was a little embarrassed. I guessed he had seen my frequent overnight guests. "Oh, no. Just friends. I'm Jason by the way." We stood there as our handshake became a little more extended. I also felt a little tingling from the heat of his soft hand. The tingling began to expand into my nether regions as I felt my dick perk up. "I should probably let go and not pursue this further," I thought to myself, but Robert stood there smiling and flushed. His hair was just long enough for him to push back behind his ear. "I'm staying to finish my workout." I told him, thinking it would be wise to put an end to this conversation. Then, "If you ever want help working out again, just knock on my door. Alright?" "Alright," he said. As he walked out the door and down the walk to his apartment, I couldn't help but watch. His legs and body were still very boyish looking and I guiltily gazed at his ass for a few seconds as well. As he reached down and adjusted his crotch and scratched at his inner thigh, a brief mental glimpse of me pinning his naked body against my showerwall flashed into my head. I shook myself awake and got back to my workout. ***End Part 1*** This is the first story that I have published here, except for one under another name that I won't even mention. This story will heat up and get more graphic as it moves on, but I am still deciding whether to make it more sweet, or more outlandish erotic- fantasy.