Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 18:46:34 -0700
From: Jonas Bunzy <luvbunzy@hotmail.com>
Subject: In a Little Brother Way - part 2

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 - part 2

As I walked back to
my apartment, I noticed someone sitting on the steps that led to the
apartments above Robert's and mine. It looked like Robert, but I could only
really see the tennis shoes. I decided to ignore the person, and began to go
into my apartment. It was summer, in the middle of the day, and very hot. I
really wanted to get back inside into the air conditioning.
	"Hey, uh,
Jason right? Wait up." I heard Robert call from the steps as he walked
toward me.
	"Hey. I locked myself out and my mom won't be home until at
least six. Can I come in for awhile?"
	I really had to think about this.
Having him around might be too tempting, as I had certainly played over
quite a few erotic scenes in my mind. I really needed to keep myself safe
and not give in, but it was getting very very hard to stay focused on my
safety with this cute kid waiting for an answer, exercising his puppy dog
eyes, and looking drained after a workout. I told myself that I would let
him in for a glass of water, a rest, and then suggest that he call a friend
to spend the rest of the day with.
	"Yeah, Sure." I told him. I didn't want
the decision to seem as though it had been a big deal. I still a little
surprised to see him there.
	I let Robert in and followed after him. I
figured that I was close to a foot taller. I stand about six foot two, and
figured him for a five foot four. He stalled in front of me, and I put my
hands on his back to guide him through the door. He kind of skipped ahead
into my entryway. His hair bobbed up and down and he started to look around.

	"Hey. Uh, nice place." Robert kicked off his shoes and peeled off his
athletic socks. His toes were even and well formed and the nails were evenly
trimmed on top of that.
	"Please Robert, flattery will get you nowhere. Why
don't you take a seat?"
	He sat down at a barstool that I gestured to. My
apartment had a small, near useless island between the dining area and
kitchen. As Robert sat down, I noticed a new kind of energy about him. He
was a lot spunkier than he had been in the weight room, and much more
fidgety. He sat down with his legs spread at the knees and started to swivel
around. He spun around twice and then stopped and just looked at me with a
grin on his lips. He looked at me for at least five seconds with neither of
us saying anything. I wanted to rush around the counter and run my hands up
his nylon shorts, stroking his exposed and very white inner thighs the whole
way. I wanted to pull his dick through the bottom of those shorts and take
everything he had to offer in my mouth, but instead I asked him if he wanted
one of the protein shakes I was making.
	"Sure." He said. I finished making
two shakes and set one in front of him. He took one sip and then turned up
his nose a bit. He stuck out his tongue, scrunched his face, and made a
gagging sound.
	"No need to be dramatic, kid. Beauty has a price." I sat
down next to him and began to drink my own shake.
	"Well, if I can have
muscles like yours then I guess it's worth it." He downed his shake and then
swiveled his chair toward me.
	"You're coming along alright."
	"Yeah." He
lifted up his shirt and exposed his flat stomach. "Here. Feel them."
	I
complied, trying to feel this young guys abs with a medical examiners
indifference. I spread my hand out and felt around his stomach. It was
mostly soft, white, smooth skin. I noticed a few tiny moles dotting the
surface. There was some definition developing under the softness, as Robert
pressed my hand into his stomach a bit. There was also a tiny trail of downy
hair developing under his navel. I looked up at Robert's face and he was
smiling down at me. It was very difficult not to let my fingers do the
walking.
	"You're definitely getting there." I said.
	"Thanks. Now can I
feel yours?"
	I let him, of course. I lifted up my shirt, and he slowly
reached his hand out. He had a big smile on his face and even made a few
teasing jabs at me, which I tried to ignore, but it made me laugh. Finally,
he had his small hand spread out flat over my abs. I had been consciously
working on them, and they were at their best in years. I looked up the
length of Robert's arm and at his face as he felt around. His forearms a
little bit of dark hair that I hadn't noticed before, but the rest of his
arms were smooth. I looked into his face and at his sweet smile. I also saw
that he was wearing a little leather string necklace under his tank top that
I hadn't seen before when we were working out.
Just then he started to move
his hands and feel my stomach with just his fingers. I was getting hard and
he started to smile more as he moved his fingers over my stomach. I looked
at his face. He was smiling big. His freckled cheeks were turned up and I
could see his long lashes bat over his eyes as he let out a little bit of a
laugh. Robert's fingertips began to slide under the elastic of my track
pants as he moved them back and forth. I had lost track of where the whole
thing was going.
	"Robert." I sort of snapped, as I lifted his arm away. I
caught my breath and realized that my erection would be impossible to hide,
and that we both knew it was there. I tried to pretend that it wasn't.

	"So, what are your plans for the day? You going to call a friend? You can
use my phone, of course." I realized that my voice was coming out shaky and
near desperate.
	"I'm not sure." Robert was facing away from me and looking
half dejected, half thoughtful. He then sprang up from his chair.
	"Can I
use your shower? I'm still a little sweaty from that workout." He pushed his
hair back with his forearm and sniffed at his armpits for a second. He then
stood with his arms at his side, staring at me blankly. He lifted his
eyebrows at me, quizzing me for a reply.
	"Uh, sure. But then you should
call a friend" I said. He began to lead himself to the shower. Our
apartments were probably either identical or similar enough that he didn't
need to be shown where it was. I followed him anyways, showing him the
cupboards where he could find towels and I handed him a clean washcloth. He
said nothing, just grabbed the washcloth and headed into the bathroom,
shutting the door quickly behind himself.
I listened at the door to sound
of his shorts swishing to the floor and to the elastic band on his underwear
snapping a bit as he shucked them off. I heard a little laugh but wasn't
sure what it had to do with anything. The shower turned on and the glass
door snapped close, I headed back out to my living room area. I sat down on
a chair that was positioned right next the couch.
	I couldn't believe that I
was letting a young boy manipulate me like this. He had total control and I
was finding it difficult to say no to him. I was an adult. How could I let
him do this? I also had to wonder where a kid his age, an age I didn't even
know, got to be so forward within the span of an hour. His behavior was
quite different than it had been in the workout room. I sat restlessly, just
zoning off into space, and hoped that the episode earlier had been the end
of it all. A part of me, though, was hoping that it wasn't. I thought of the
sound of his shorts and underwear coming down and what they might have
revealed. I really needed to stay focused if I was to avoid anything else
that might happen.
	Just as I thought that, things really fell apart. I
heard Robert bounding down the short hallway, and before I knew it, he was
standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel, but still dripping
wet. He held up a porno magazine featuring a picture of a barely legal boy
with a big hard on.
	"Hey Jay, interesting reading. It really compliments
that copy of Atlantic on the john."
	"Robert" I yelled, trying to sound mad,
but barely able to contain laughter. 	I stood up, copping a concerned look
that probably looked quite silly. "You really need to give that back and get
your clothes on."
He ignored me, flipping to the centerfold and teasing me
with a picture of one young guy riding another's big dick. "Now that's what
I call fun," he said.
I lunged at him and he leapt to the side, landing on
the couch. Water was splashing from his hair and it fell back to his face,
sticking in big, dark strands.
	Robert now lay on the couch with one leg
propped up. His towel was open at one side, exposing that leg. He looked up
at me and looked down at him. I was breathing heavily and nervous as hell,
but I couldn't stop myself from staring. A Droplet of water slid of the end
of his hair and down, collecting briefly in the divot of his chest, and then
sliding down to the middle of his stomach as he sat up. His only hair was
his tiny treasure trail, and that in his pits, and on his forearms and lower
legs. I could see the top of a tiny patch above his pubic region. It
glistened from his wetness.
	"What's the matter, do I make you horny?"
Robert was doing his best to be seductive. In a way, the bad Austin Powers
impression helped. Of course it didn't help that much. Robert shifted the
fold of his towel so that the edge of it matched the edge of his penis. He
then ran his finger along the edge, showing me that he was getting a semi.
"Do I make you randy?"
	He was making me randy. In fact, my hard-on was
raging.
	My last token attempt to be responsible involved me leaning over
the couch to lift Robert up. I picked him up in my arms. He thrashed and
squirmed and I thought that I might drop him. He was soaking me, as my own
must and sweat mixed with the water still on his body. I managed to stand
him upright on the carpet. In the process, however, the towel had been left
on the couch, and Robert was completely naked. He pulled himself into me
before I could move, pressing his hardening penis into my crotch area. My
arms felt inert and I realized there that I had given up.
	"It's alright,
Jay. I know that you're a dirty old man." Robert rubbed himself against me
and actually reached into my track pants to rub the front of my crotch.
"I
like dirty old men."
	Robert's smile had again become more nervous. I
sensed he wasn't so sure anymore if he could continue, but it was obvious he
wanted to. His arms almost trembled as he groped me.
	"Okay, Robert. You
win. I like you too. I think it's time to get a little bit better at being a
dirty old man." I stepped back and began to slide off my own pants. I
shucked them and my shirt. I peeled down my jockeys, slowly exposing my
erection to the eager, earnestly horny teen. I stroked it to get it as hard
as I could and stood facing Robert.
	Robert's eyes moved around as his mouth
gaped open. My cock was about seven inches long, cut, and very thick and
dark. I had a considerable amount of neatly trimmed hair, on my chest, my
legs, my arm, and above my dick. My hair is dark and closely shaven o my
torso.
	I looked again at Robert to find him more smallish than before. He
was small but fit, with light, fair complexion. His nipples were very small
and pale pink and his penis was definitely still growing, but was very hard
at the moment with its very pink head poking through the foreskin. Robert
looked up at me with a small, tentative smile. I think the contrast between
us physically and in years finally hit him.
	"You still so sure you want
this?" I asked.
	"Uh huh." He hesitated for a brief moment, and then stepped
toward me. He slid one arm around my back and slowly grabbed my penis with
the other. He looked down at my dick and fondled underneath and back to my
ball sack, rotating my balls around in his hand. I then put one of my hands
around his and squeezed it a little, signaling to him to grab my dick
harder. He did so and began stroking me back and forth.
	"Good." I said.
"Let me know if this is going too far, okay?"
	"Sure." He said. He smiled
and I could tell his confidence was moving back up.
	I put my hand to the
back of his neck and began feeling over his back, massaging his shoulder
blades and back muscles. He continued to stroke my cock. I pulled him closer
in and he pressed his penis against the side of my body. Eventually, I went
to the kitchen to grab some hand lotion off the counter.
	I motioned for
Robert to move to the couch. A sat down and brought him onto my lap. I put
some lotion on my hand and then he held his hands out and I squirted some on
his. I began to lotion up his dick as I stroked it and he did the same for
me.
	"You doing okay?"
	"Yeah. Thanks for asking." He said. I then grabbed
one of his legs and wrapped it around my waist, rotating both of us so that
I was a little bit on top of him on the couch. I explored his body with my
hands while I pressed our dicks together, occasionally reaching down to wrap
my hand around them both and stroke. I then spun us around so that he was on
top. The weight if the movement and the feel of his smooth body against my
rougher one caused a sexy kind of friction. I felt all down the smooth sides
of his body and then ran my thumbs along his hip bones back to his round
ass, lifting him just a little bit in the process. I cupped his butt cheeks,
massaging them and pulling them up a bit.
	He was grinding his cock into
mine and I looked him in the face. He was perspiring on his forehead and
upper lip, and had a sexy worn out smile. As we pushed together I felt his
warm sweet breath against my face.
"You wanna kiss?" I asked.
"Of course."
He said
	 Robert was a sloppy kisser, but it was cute. His lips were very
soft, and he responded favorably to my tongue moving in. We locked lips for
a while and my young friend sucked eagerly. But I was, of course, naked and
horny and wanted to carry the fun further. I think he did, too. I pulled
away from the kiss and began sucking on his ear, his neck, then at his
shoulder. I held his earlobe gently in my teeth and pulled at it slightly.
He thrust into me again and moaned softly as our cocks slid together, the
heads rubbing and bouncing off of each other. I turned us around and laid
him down, half hovering over him again as I kissed and sucked on his chest
and nipples.
I backed off and stretched his arms over his head, sitting
back to see his naked body heavy with breath and at full length. He looked
so perfect and sweet all the way from his hair to his feet. His developing
cock, framed by a tiny inch long garden row of pubes, stood very rigidly at
the halfway point. Tiny blue veins shown through its white sheath, while it
almost seemed like I could see the larger veins pumping his erection to its
limit. I ran my fingers down the length of both of his sides, one at time,
following lines from the soft insides of his forearms to mid thigh. He
giggled slightly each time I passed over his armpits.
	"This is really fun."
He said. He rubbed his nose just little then. I loved the way he looked when
he scrunched his face up just a little and then it bounced back to normal.
His freckles shined under the sweat on his cheeks.
	I picked up one of
Robert's legs and gave his pinky toe a little suck.
	"Pervert." He said. We
both laughed.
	"I'm going to suck you off now."
	I moved my mouth down the
inside of his leg, and stopped right where the pubic area began. I sucked
the joint area at the base of Robert's legs and gradually made my way down
to his perineum. I sucked hard there, and Robert moaned and gave a surprised
"ah." I played with his balls. They hung down just enough so that they were
loose from his body, and were near perfectly symmetrical. I cupped his balls
in my lower jaw and then put my mouth around them as much as I could. I
sucked one hairless testicle at a time. Each time I gave a gentle tug with
my mouth, Robert gasped sweetly.
	I grabbed Robert's legs and spread them
wide, allowing myself full access to his cock. I began sucking its underside
and moved up over the top to the tip. His foreskin was stretched back from
his erection. I licked the slit and found it slippery with pre-cum. I put
some on my finger and held it up to Robert's face. He tasted it and
smiled.
	I couldn't believe how smooth and slippery his cock was. It had a
mild taste to it. Its size was easy to swallow as well, and it tickled the
back of my throat when I downed the whole thing. As I sucked it down slow, I
looked up at Robert. He sighed and I started to pick up the pace.
	Robert
was rubbing my hair with his hands. I used my own hands to cup his ass, and
coached him into pumping slowly into my mouth. I began to knead his ass and
massage the connective tissue between his balls and rectum. He pumped harder
and his precum built up, leaving a salty taste on my slippery lips. As my
lips felt the ridges of his young slim cock slide in and out, my thumbs felt
around the edge of his anus. He was breathing harder and harder and finally
let out a near yelp. I pushed just a little on the sides of his asshole as
he thrust up hard into my mouth. I took the first couple shots of cum into
my mouth, and then let his cock drop out. I aimed it onto his stomach and
continued to rub his anus with my other hand until the last few drops
sprayed out. He kept humping upwards as if he wanted to pump out
more.
	Robert lay back on the couch and shifted so that I lay to the side of
him. I stroked his stomach and we both played with his cum, sliding along
his stomach. I stopped and rested a hand on his shoulder. I had almost
forgotten my own cock in the process.
	"Mind if I jerk off?" I asked.
Robert laughed a bit.
	"I'll jerk you off. I'll suck you if you
want."
	"You ever done that before?"
	"No."
	Before I could say much else
Robert was kneeling between my legs and leaning down. He held my cock and
lapped up the underside. He was a little clumsy, but the sight of him
exploring my dick was hot. He ran his fingers over the head then went down
on me. He got about half of my cock in and was sucking on it very sweetly
and gently. I pushed it in a little bit and he came up gagging.
	"Sorry.
I'll be gentle."
	"Okay." He said, catching his breath. He went back down on
my cock, but after I winced at a couple of bites, he pulled up. He lay down
next to me and started stroking me, applying a nice amount of pressure to my
cock. I turned to him and gave him a kiss on his sweaty little nose.
	"Do
what you like, guy."
	"Sure. You can show me some of the sucking stuff next
time." He smiled at me big and bright and jacked me fast. I didn't last long
looking at the determination on his sweet face. My cum shot high, hitting us
both in the faces. We sat back and laughed and then wiped ourselves off with
the towel. He hugged me hard against him and we kissed. His soft cock and
pubic bush pressed gently into my leg as we lay there a few moments.

	Eventually Robert got his clothes back on and told me he had to go.
	"My
mom will be back soon." He said.
	"Okay. What about your key?"
	Robert
pulled his key out of his pocket and dangled it in front of me. He headed
toward the door.
	"We'll talk next time." He said