Schoolie

Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)

The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.

If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?

 

 

From Chapter 18

"What is it... cousin?" he says, emphasising the relationship, and he hugs me while we walk.

"Yeah, it's about that. Do you remember a certain promise that I made you? The one promise that I haven't kept yet?"

"Yes. But, it doesn't apply to only being cousins, though, does it?" I can't discern his mood from the tone of his voice.

"Will, this may come as a shock to you, but we are going shopping for... an enema kit, lube and condoms. We will need them all... later tonight."

I'll explain it to him when I think the moment is right.

"Hell, Yeah!" he shouts, jumping and pumping the air.

Chapter 19 - A Secret Divulged and a Promise Kept

 

We walk. It's obvious that Will is excited. So am I. The two of us are anticipating losing our virginity - to each other.

However, while Will believes that he and I are cousins, I now know that we are brothers. Hey, being half-brothers still counts! My only dilemma is when and how to tell him. Should I tell him now? Or before we do it? Or when he has his cock firmly planted inside me? Or afterwards? No, not afterwards! It has to be earlier.

"Tom, are you listening to me?" He interrupts my thoughts.

"Sorry, Will. I was somewhere else... I'll tell you later. What were you saying?"

"Well, cousin...," he begins, and I smile and try to envisage his reaction when I tell him our actual relationship. "I was saying what a great guy your Uncle Bill, my dad, is. How come you never told me anything about him?"

I realise that I need to choose my words carefully, considering that he's actually my father too.

"What can I say? Uncle Bill has always been the comedian in our family. And, believe it or not, today is the first time that I've seen him for almost five years. I used to see much more of him when I was younger. When you first told me about `Big Willie' and the fact that he was only in The Village for a single day, I thought briefly, `Yeah, he sounds just like my uncle,' who used to drop in and out of our lives, travelling the world. We never knew where he was until, at the most unexpected times, he would just show up, usually at dinner time. Then, just as quickly, he would be gone again. What do you think of his car?"

"You mean that yellow thing behind yours in the driveway?"

"Yeah. I guess that it's his latest new toy. Ever heard of a `Ferrari'?"

"Yes, but I thought that they were racing cars."

"Will, if that piece of machinery had wings, it would actually take off. Those things can go faster than many small planes. I'm sure that he'll take you for a ride in it... if he's in town long enough."

"Hell, Yeah!"

I expected that response. I just hope that Uncle Bill doesn't leave his newly-found son and disappear for a couple of more years.

"You know what... my... dad... said to me?" He mouths the words slowly, savouring the reality that he now has somebody whom he can actually call `My Dad'.

"Will, I can't imagine what he said to you. It took me years to work out when he was serious and when he was joking. It's a game which I see he still enjoys. You've heard him already - the wise crack about the clone being better than the original!"

"Yes, well, that obviously wasn't a joke! He was being serious," Will smirks.

I think, `my young brother is already turning into a little brat', more like his father than I would prefer. I pretend to be mortally wounded by his remark, and he laughs.

"So, Tom, do you think that he would have been serious when he asked me if I would like to go travelling with him?" Will stops and looks at me for some confirmation as to whether Uncle Bill was joking or not. The question stuns me.

Although I would be thrilled for Will to see more of the state and the country and the world, my own feelings and motivations would be devastated if he were to leave me, and The Village, and the school and Jake and Karl and Kurt and Marty. Anna he could do without!

I would be more miserable at losing Will now than if I'd never met him. He's part of me. I could not endure what would feel like an amputation. Not now! I've succumbed to his magnetism; I'm attracted to him - his youthfulness, his body, his wit, his grin, his muscle tone, his needs, his talent and his love. I've begun merging my very being with his. Our physical appearances are becoming the least of our `oneness'.

Will breaks into my thoughts for the second time in a few minutes. "Tom! Hello! Where are you?"

"Huh? Oh, Will, I'm so sorry. I did it again, didn't I?"

"You're giving me the creeps, Tom," he says. "What's going on?"

I take a deep breath. "I was just thinking, Will. This is all so sudden. My mind is on a roller coaster - for you as well as for me. How do you feel about travelling around with Unc..., umm, your dad?"

I can feel a definite wavering in my voice, that must surely betray my own feelings.

"I'm really confused, Tom," Will says, lowering his voice. "It's scary. I like the thought of spending time with my dad, the man I've never known, the famous photographer, and seeing some of the places that he's seen. But what would I do? I mean, not just what would I do with him, but what would I do without you? And the guys at home?"

Aha! I thought so - he seems to be feeling exactly what I am feeling! Thank God!

"Will, I don't think that Uncle Bill wants you to throw your stuff into his car and leave with him tomorrow. And I have no idea of where he'll be heading or what he'll be doing. I think we should talk to him about what's going through his mind, don't you? After all, having a son is all new to him too." I try my best to sound positive.

Will puts his arm around my waist, firmly and unashamedly. I put my near arm over his opposite shoulder, pull him towards me in a quick display of encouragement and we continue to walk with our hands still in place. Nobody stares at us as I first suspected and feared that they might. This feels very comfortable. Will and me! Me and my brother.

Lost in our own thoughts, I feel Will lower his hand into my back pocket. He spreads his palm to encompass my butt cheek. I slide my hand deliberately from his shoulder down into his own pocket, just enjoying the contraction and relaxation of his muscle as we walk. Then I give his firm glute a gentle squeeze. He squeezes mine in response, then turns and stares into my eyes, beaming an absolute look of contentment. His smile speaks, `happiness'; his eyes sing, `love'.

I am torn between what I want to do, and what I feel is OK to do right here, right now, in public. Ultimately, I settle for a compromise. I stop, take Will by the shoulders and kiss him once on each cheek. In our cosmopolitan community, this family and friendly greeting is witnessed hundreds of times each day - women and women, men and women, men and men. I think that Will is somewhat stunned by my overt display, but he just smiles at me and repeats the greeting - perhaps with a little more affection than would be common between straight men. Haha!

As we reach the Mall, I explain my modus operandi: "Will, there is a large self-service, self-check-out pharmacy just a little way along, so there will be no potentially-embarrassing engagement with staff. We won't need to whisper anything to each other - that would only draw attention. We can talk together normally, act relaxed and be confident. And, I'll gather what I think we need.

I make my choices - a douching system with a container that allows for the regulated release of water, instead of the hose-cupped-onto-the-tap system that gives me an instant image of sticking a fire hose up my butt. Gentle is best, for me, and Will. Flavoured lube. Ultra-thin condoms, medium/large size. Two cans of deodorant (LOL) and some toothpaste.

Self-serve. Self-scan. Card swipe. Pincode. It's done!

I think about how difficult such a purchase would be back in `Big Town' for a young guy - having to explain to the shopkeeper what he wants and then having to endure embarrassing looks and questions. Then there's always the potential for the shopkeeper to say something to the kid's dad, or worse, his mum. We are, indeed, fortunate here.

We start our return walk, one arm over each other's shoulder, buddy-style. Any looks that we receive are directed more at our faces than anywhere else. That look. Rather than `Gay?' the question that I discern from their eyes is, `Twins?' This gives me an added measure of confidence in being here with Will.

Ignoring both tonight's anticipated love making (even though it permeates my consciousness about every 30 seconds) and Uncle Bill's travelling suggestion, our conversation focuses on the differences between this place and The Village - the height of the buildings, the number and variety of cars, the crowd of (yes, beautiful) people, the apparent acceptance of overt displays of affection, even between men. How will we ever cope back there?

We arrive back at the house.

I can see that Mum, Dad and Uncle Bill are out on the deck overlooking the pool. I ask Will to take our `goodies' up to my room and that, if he feels comfortable, to bring down his art portfolio, and to collect Sis from her room.

I walk through the kitchen, grabbing a lemonade on the way, to join my enigmatic trio of parents. They all stand and I feel as though I'm being greeted by an interview panel. Then Dad gives me a hug. "Glad you're here. Can we have a quick chat with you?" Uncle Bill also gives me a hug - something that he's never done previously - punching my shoulder has been more his style. Mum wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.

This is weird behaviour. Very different! Something's up!

Dad gets straight to the point, possibly anticipating very little alone-time together without Sis or Will around. "Thomas, we've all had a heart-to-heart and your mother and I have filled Bill in on our little secret." I look from Dad to Mum and then Uncle Bill, who reaches across the table, placing his hand over my own, and giving it a few paternal pats.

He continues, "We realise that, sooner or later, you will want to tell Will, and maybe some others, of your true relationship with him, but we have a request of you."

The major apprehension that has been pin-balling around in my head is calmed when Uncle Bill takes over. "Thomas, we think it would be best if people were told that you are the result of an IVF programme, with my donated sperm because of your father's teenage bike accident having rendered him virtually infertile. This would also preserve your mother's integrity - based on what they have already told you about the three of us."

My brain is a bit quicker than usual - IVF with Uncle Bill's donated sperm. Hmm. Perfect! Just we four would know that it's only the method of fertilisation that integrates comfortably with the reality.

"Done deal!" I surprise myself at my apparent lack of deliberation. They all look shocked - well, actually, relieved.

Mum speaks up, "Thank you darling. We weren't sure whether you'd go along with that and keep the full story secret - knowing your disposition towards telling the truth about everything."

I stand and give her a hug, then say to all of them, "Thanks, guys. You've just relieved me of a lot of pressure. But please let me tell Will. OK?" They all agree and there is hugging all `round as Sis and Will appear.

At the same time, my heart is aching to tell them my own secret. They have taken a huge risk in sharing their truth with me. Can I trust them to be as open-minded when I tell them about me? And Will? Not now! Not tonight! Maybe tomorrow! Or next week, before we leave! But definitely without Sis around! But, then again, if she were present at the time, maybe they wouldn't react quite as badly. I feel sick. I want to relieve my inner stress and be `out of the closet' but I can't find the words to tell them. And, what can I say without making things bad for Will? If I profess my sexuality to them, I'll automatically out him as well. Shit! What will they think of him?

Sis terminates my nightmare. "Mum, Dad, Uncle Bill, do you want to see Will's work? He's just shown me some. It's amazing." Then she giggles, "So is he."

Mum says, "Why don't we all go back into the lounge room? We can put on the jug and have seconds of dessert.

Will's enthusiastic "Hell, Yeah!" quickly trails off into a subdued, " I mean... thank you Mrs Grant. May I call you `Aunty Susan'?" He smiles sheepishly, and receives a hug from his new aunt.

"Amelia, why don't you help Will set up, and let us know when he's ready," mum suggests. Sis practically drags Will back into the lounge room, gushing, all the way, over her newly-found cousin and his work.

Dad heads for the jug and the mugs. Mum retrieves the dessert. Uncle Bill indicates for me to walk in front of him, then puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "We should spend some time together, Thomas. I didn't know that I had one son, let alone two. I am so thrilled, but I hope this will not change the relationship between you and your mum and dad. They would be devastated if it did. They both love you very deeply."

"That won't be a problem, Unc... Umm. Is it OK if I still call you `Uncle Bill'?"

"Sure thing! I know that we'd all like that, and for you to keep calling my brother your `dad'."

I'm ecstatic. I'm certain that Will will be, as well, when I tell him. He's always yearned for a brother, just as I have.

"Ready!" Sis shouts.

"C'mon. Let's go and see what your young brother has spent his energy in doing." Mum says.

`Young brother' has a warming, exciting and fantasy-fulfilling sound to it.

One of the armchairs has been turned to support Will's folder, like an easel, so that everyone can see easily.

We all settle and Will begins to turn over each piece, one at a time. There are many pictures that I've not seen previously, Among the `oohs' and `aahs' from everybody else, Uncle Bill is a little more detailed in his praise with comments on composition, balance, colour, line and other artistic terms. Sitting the nearest to Will, he studies each piece intently, nodding, humming and voicing his approval through Will's assortment of horses, landscapes and portraits.

"Remarkable!" he says. At one point, he suddenly remembers that he has some coffee and dessert to deal with and so leans back a little. "Who taught you, Will? Where have you studied?" Uncle Bill asks, between mouthfuls.

Will looks at him blankly. "What do you mean?"

"You know, where did you learn to lay out the elements of these pictures and to mix the colours and to capture the facial features and expressions so perfectly?"

Will responds, almost apologetically, "I, umm, just put down what I see. Nobody showed me anything."

Uncle Bill almost chokes on his dessert, then reclines totally into his seat and gulps the remainder of his coffee. "Unbelievable!"

I can tell from his face that the wheels spinning in his mind are red-lining.

He says, "I know people who just have to see these! You probably have no idea how good you really are, son."

I look at Will, and mouth exaggeratedly to him, "I told you so". I've seen Will blush a few times previously, but not to this extent.

We look at a few more and then I think that they've all had a good sample for one night. Will is flattered but he and I have other `commitments' to keep before we fall asleep.

"Guys, is it OK if we call it a night? Will and I have driven a long way today. I'm sure that I can hear my bed calling me."

Uncle Bill looks at his watch and apologises for keeping us up late. Then he asks, "Would it be all right if I take you two to lunch tomorrow? I have a couple of meetings in the morning then the rest of my day is free."

Will and I look at each other and accept his invitation.

Hugs all `round and he's gone. At this time of night, his yellow toy makes an impressive noise as it growls its way north along the sea front.

"Can you teach me to do faces like you do?" Sis puts to Will.

"Sure thing, cousin!" he replies. Amelia smiles so broadly that her face reminds me of a rubber mask. "But not tonight. OK? I really need to freshen up and dive into bed."

Sis nods her `consent'.

My head thinks, "Hell, Yeah!"

We say our good-nights, with extra-long hugs from Mum and Dad, with kisses from Mum for both Will and me.

Will leads the way upstairs. I'm right behind him and, when I'm sure that nobody can see, I can't resist reaching up and squeezing his butt cheeks. He giggles, almost appreciatively.

We step inside my bachelor pad then I turn to lock the door. Nobody will come up here but the extra security is reassuring.

Even while I am still turning the lock, Will presses his body against my back. I can feel his arousal against me and I start to swell too.

"Oh, Tom, I'm so turned on," he whispers seductively and kisses my neck which is one of my `hot spots' that he's discovered. I shudder and groan. He reaches around and fondles my stuff then grabs my hips and begins thrusting his hard-on against me. Then, just as suddenly, he lets go. "I had to stop. I think I was gonna cum."

I laugh, "We have all night for that! Anyway, let's not waste good loving time. Let's check out what I bought at the Mall."

Will retrieves everything from under his pillow and we sit side-by-side on my bed. I explain, again, what an enema is and how the device works: the probe has little holes so that the water can spread out as it goes in; a little bit of lube helps it go in the first time, in case you are really tight; the little tap helps you regulate the flow of water in and stops the flow when you need to sit on the toilet.

"You know that you are ready when what comes out is basically clean water. The first flush is always the worst." I hold my nose and he laughs.

He `gets' the use of the lube.

I also repeat the health reasons why people should use a condom. He's smart. Too smart, and asks, "Tom, you and I are both virgins, so why do we need to use condoms?"

"I'm sure that we don't need to, Will, but I would like you to know how to use one anyway. And, hey! That doesn't mean that we have to use one the second time tonight."

"Second time?" Will brightens considerably.

"Yeah. My guess is that once will not be enough to satisfy either of us. I'm feeling really excited. How about you?"

"Hell, Yeah!" He grabs me, lays me back on my bed and starts kissing me. We both swell up again.

"OK. You want to flush first? I bought us each our own probe - just to be doubly clean. "

I help him set up, question him reassuringly about the process and then leave him to have some privacy. I strip off and lay myself on the bed, just toying with my full erection and contemplating making love to my little brother. I think that he flushes four times before emerging with a big grin on his face.

"I'm ready!" he chirps.

I pick up my probe and head for the bathroom. "Won't keep you long," I smirk.

Having finished flushing, I emerge into the bedroom, Will is standing naked in front of my full-length mirror, watching himself flex his muscles. In the light of the twin bedside lamps he looks stunningly handsome, even beautiful! I ogle his back from head to foot, dwelling longer on his slim hips and the muscular curves and shadow of his glutes, which I will soon delight in parting!

Making eye contact with him in the mirror, I walk up behind him and simply lean my front against his back and rub my hands up and down his body.

I stare at his reflection. The hair. The eyes. The smile. The body. His pec muscles are firm and his nipples seem erect. His abs are divided by the lines of shallow, but definite, depressions. His wispy treasure trail leads my eyes straight to his ample thatch of curly pubic hair. So brown! So natural! So beautiful! If I couldn't see any more of him, I would still be thrilled. But his semi-aroused cock and ample balls complete his tantalising `package'.

I reach around and rake my fingers through his pubes as he did to me on that night that he visited my bed for our first mutual jack-off. I gently fondle his balls and give his cock a couple of firm tugs. It hardens. He leans back onto me fully. With one hand he reaches around, grasps and kneads one of my butt cheeks. With the other hand he reaches over his shoulder and ruffles his fingers through my curly hair. All the while he is watching us in the mirror. I kiss his neck and he shudders.

"Ready to do it?" I ask tenderly.

"Hell, Yeah," he whispers.

"OK, but there's no need to rush. Let's start in the shower." I take his hand and lead him back to the bathroom, checking that there are fresh towels at hand. I regulate the water temperature, step in, and beckon him to me. He closes the screen door behind him.

We've done this previously and he knows exactly what to do. The difference is that this time it will only be the foreplay.

I take a deep breath. It can't wait any longer. "Will, before we do this, there is something else that I need to tell you."

"What did you forget? Is it going take long? I feel so horny that I could burst at any time."

"No, I didn't forget anything. This is new. It's about my family."

"What? You need to tell me something about your family... now? Why? C'mon, Tom!"

"Patience, Will, please. You'll understand in a minute." I pull him to me in a close hug and he links his hands behind my head, staring into my eyes, almost demanding a worthwhile explanation for the delay.

"Will, I found out something, only today. When my Dad was younger, he had a bike accident and damaged his testicles. Mum and Dad thought that they would never be able to have children So, unusual as it was then, even before they were married, they decided, and obtained permission, to go through what's called an IVF process, except using another man's sperm to fertilise my mother's egg." I Pause. No comment from Will. He's still staring at me.

I continue, "The sperm was donated by my Dad's brother, my uncle, your dad." I wait to see if there's any response now. None yet!

It looks as though I will have to fill in the blanks. "So, Mr William O'Brien, Uncle Bill is actually my biological father. Do you know what that means?" Another pause. Then I tease, "It means that I'm, actually, not your cousin."

Will at first relaxes his arms, almost dejectedly, but then I feel them tighten considerably. He starts, "Do you mean...? Do you mean...? Do you...?" and then he bursts into tears, collapsing onto me. He grasps my shoulders, pushes us apart, burning his gaze into my eyes and sobs, "Do you mean to tell me that you and I...?" I simply nod. We both burst into tears. We press our bodies together and rub each other's back and sides, letting the tender touching express the emotions what words cannot.

I compose myself enough to splutter out... "It means, Will, that the two guys who are about to give their bodies totally to each other are really and truly big brother and little brother, just as we had been fantasising!"

He mutters, "OMG. So that's why we are so much alike. I can't believe it. I can't believe that I actually have a brother. What are the chances?" It seems to be more of a thought that he has allowed to escape rather than a conversation-starter.

We hug, we kiss, we frot, we lick, we massage. We even indulge in a little sucking of each other's stiffness, but only enough to heighten the sensations of the moment.

"Bro," I say, "It's time for you to prepare my hole. I'm going play with yours too, but you'll have to do a lot more to loosen me up. I can see how big your cock has become." He giggles at that. "Just do what comes naturally. I'll help, if necessary. "

I soap up his crack, play with his hole and insert my middle finger, slowly. He enjoys this. I push it right in and pull it almost out, twisting it around to vary the sensation. He loves this!

He grabs the soap. I can tell that he is anxious. I put my hands on the wall, bend forward and part my legs for him. He repeats my actions with one finger.

"Now use your index and middle fingers together. But start slowly," I encourage him. My idea of `slow' must be different to his. I feel a stabbing pain and I flinch.

"Sorry, Tom! Are you OK?"

"Yeah, buddy, but go slowly. Slow is better." He becomes very cautious and, gradually, he has the two fingers working in and out together. "You're doing great, Will. Keep going." I soon suggest that it's time to add a third fingertip, and remind him to continue going slowly. We each feel my muscles clamp down on his fingers and I encourage a steady rhythm of keeping still while they contract and then pushing just a little farther each time they relax. After a while he is pushing them in as far as they will go. "Spread them and twist them for a little bit more, just so I am fully stretched."

Then I say, "OK, It's time. Towel off quickly and go and get onto my bed. Take this clean towel with you." I wipe the excess water from my body and join him. I hand him the lube and say, "Do it again, with this." I get on all fours, part my legs for him and he repeats the fingering with lube.

I wasn't sure whether I should sit down on him to take him in slowly, but I figure that he'll love and remember it better doing it doggy-style. While he's lubing me and preparing me, I undo a condom and hand it to him, ready to roll down on his steel-hard pole. He manages quite easily. I suggest that he lube up his now-encapsulated cock as well. He waddles up close to me and I feel his cock against my butt. I back up to him and pull my cheeks apart. "Slowly!" is all I say.

With my butt and hands, I feel where his sausage is, and back right up to his cock head. "Let me push first," I say, and lean my weight back onto him. He's in place. I push back slowly. He's prepared me well. I feel his head gradually slip through the tight ring. Then it clamps on him. "Wait. Just like with the fingers," I tell him. I take a few deep breaths and try to relax. "Now!" I say, and he pushes. "Slowly!" I feel the penetration.

"I'm in, Tom. I'm inside you! I can feel it. OMG. I can feel your heat. It's so fantastic. OMG."

I push back a bit more, meeting his gentle thrust. There is some stretching pain, but I don't want Will to know that I'm hurting. We continue until I feel his wiry pubes rubbing against my butt I say, "You're in as far as you can get, bro. Wait a bit then go for it! Enjoy yourself!"

He starts slowly then picks up speed, gripping my hips for support and leverage. "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," he grunts as he thrusts. Then, after what seems only a minute or so, he freezes and cries out, "No! Not yet! Too soon! Oh, no! I'm gonna..." He thrusts hard and I feel his body spasm... and spasm... and spasm! He wraps his arms around my chest and lays his head on my back. I wait for his multiple ejaculations to subside then I lower myself onto my stomach slowly, taking Will with me. He's still panting.

"Relax bro, and just enjoy what you are feeling right at this moment," I tell him.

I feel his body weight fully on my back. I wiggle my butt and can feel his still-engorged meat. I lie still, listening to his heavy breathing against my ear, feeling the rise and fall of his chest on my back, absorbing his body heat, and thinking about his cock - still inside me, still hard.

There was no prostate-stimulating ecstasy for me, but knowing that my handsome little brother was having his very first fuck - in me - was excitement enough. I nearly blew a load myself, just thinking about him, and sharing his thrill.

After a few minutes Will withdraws his chunkiness and rolls onto his back. I grab some tissues, wipe the excess lube from between my legs then ease off his condom and wrap it in more tissues. He puts out his hand for tissues to wipe himself. "No, bro, I'm going to do that for you." I lick and suck him clean. He is ultra-sensitive and winces once or twice. Then I lie back next to him, interlacing my fingers with his.

"So, you liked that, did you?" I ask facetiously.

"OMG. Hell Yeah, Tom!" He pauses and then says, "But I also want you to feel what I've just felt and I want to feel what it was like for you too. I want to feel your cock inside me. Lube me up!"

The kid doesn't mince his words. I am tempted to indulge in some more foreplay, but I'm already on a knife edge. I don't think that I would last long enough to even get inside him.

I tell him to lie flat on his stomach. Kneeling between his legs, I massage his glutes. I love them. I push his thighs and cheeks apart to reveal his flattened balls, above which is his pink, puckered hole. I rub my finger across it. I take the lube and grease his crack then focus on the entrance to his tunnel of anticipated love-making. In the position that I've currently assumed, so far up between his legs, it's easier for me to insert my thumb to overcome his initial tightness. Besides, I can still play with his glutes while I'm doing this. I feel his ring grasp and release my thumb. Multiple times. He moans with pleasure.

"OK. Up on your knees," I say. "I want to do it exactly the same way as you did." More lube. One finger, then two, then three. Very slowly and deliberately. I don't want to hurt him. "OK, Will. Get the condom ready, and you can put it on me." I move so that he is able to turn and do it.

"Nice," is all he says as he rolls it down my shaft. More lube. Then I rub myself up and down his crack, pausing at his hole multiple times and giving a little poke to test him. Then I take a breath, position myself and push directly inwards. He helps by pulling his cheeks apart and leaning back.

As soon as I feel myself start to slide into him, I stop and whisper, "Here comes the rest of me, little bro. Relax now." Will puts his head and arms down on my pillow and I begin to slowly ease in and out of him. It's a fantastic feeling. "Oh, Will, I love this. OMG. I love you." I very gradually work myself all of the way in, savouring his body heat enveloping my cock.

"Do it!" he tells me. My deliberate but slow and oh-so-stimulating long-dicking soon becomes something akin to frenzied rutting, and I know I can't last. I don't want to last. I want to come while I'm inside him. I grab his body, lean on him and, with a final thrust, begin to unload. I moan and groan and Will begins to do the same. Suddenly I feel his body tense and I can tell that he has cum again.

"Oh, shit, Tom. I didn't know that could happen!" Again, we collapse together and simply rub each other's body lightly, wherever our hands can reach. I slide my hand around him, scoop up some of his cum and gently smear it up and down his shaft.

After enjoying the euphoria, I dispose of my condom, and Will wants us to 69 to clean each other up. So nice!

That done, we settle into our favourite position together - me spooning up to him with my arm across his chest. He likes to rub my thigh and butt and find and play with my cock with his `free' hand.

"Oh, Tom. I had no idea that it would be so fantastic. It felt amazing sliding my cock into you and unloading while I was inside you. Was it that good for you too?"

"Hell, Yeah!" I respond which elicits titters and giggles from both of us. "Will, you have no idea how many times I've thought of making love to you like that, but the feeling of actually doing it was way, way better than I ever imagined."

I kiss his neck. He groans and shudders. "Rest a bit," I whisper, "then we can do it again, bareback - no condoms. What do you say?"

I know what is going to come out of his mouth, so I voice it in unison with him. That sets off our laughter again.

He turns his body to face me. We cuddle and just enjoy the sensations of the moment. We plant light, sensitive kisses on each other's face, lips and neck.

I turn away from him and allow him to spoon up to me. He loves it this way too. He wiggles his pelvis and I feel his meat nestle into the length of my crack. We drift off into a light sleep.

I stir. Will whispers, "I didn't want to wake you. You are beautiful, Tom, while you are sleeping." Then, he starts to stroke my body - chest, abdomen, thighs and butt. He avoids my cock.

"Want to do it now?" I ask him. He hums a positive response - not exactly what I was anticipating, and I feel his cock rapidly harden against me. I wiggle my butt enough to know that he is rigid. I feel his heartbeat and his breathing quicken. I reach for the lube and squeeze some into his hand. "Just like before - slowly," I say. "Let's do it like this, on our sides." Then I add, "in the dark." He's going to have to `feel' his way. I reach to switch off the bed lamps.

He's already in position. He uses his lube-covered fingers to find my hole and prepare me. Much easier now. I feel him greasing his pole, then he spoons up really close. He pushes. His cock slides between my thighs, under my balls. "Missed!" I joke. He pulls back and then misses again. "Higher," I tell him, enjoying both the stimulation and his inexperienced clumsiness. He pokes again and it slides up my crack. "You want me to turn the light back on?"

He slaps my butt. "Very funny!" We both laugh and I'm enjoying the playfulness without being too serious. Then I feel him grasp his shaft and run it slowly down my crack, head-first, until he comes to the `indentation'. "I've got you now! There's no escape from my snake," he giggles, then pushes slowly. He slides in and pushes all the way. I ignore, and hopefully hide, the diminishing twinges of pain.

Then begins a series of retractions and thrusts and `ooh's and `aah's and `ugh's, interspersed with multiple `OMG's and `fantastic's. Having cum twice already, he is able to last longer, and varies his speed and depth and angles to derive maximum pleasure from the experience.

I love the feel of the depression of his pelvis `docking' with the curve of my butt, his pubic bush tickling my skin, and the sensation of his cock exploring my tube. A few times he pops out and he deliberately thrusts between my thighs and along my crack, laughing, `missed' and `missed again', before plunging back in. This is so much fun for me, knowing the pleasure that Will is deriving from it.

He becomes motionless and says, "I'm gonna cum. Do I pull out?"

"No, Will. Give it to me deep. This time I want to feel your stuff flood my insides."

To heighten the sensation for him, I contract my butt, and my internal muscles grasp his cock. I reach behind him to feel his glutes thrusting. Very sexy!

"Cumming! Cumming! Cummmm..., Aaaarghh!" and he lets fly. He holds me tightly while he empties himself. I savour the sensation of his heat spreading inside me. I roll onto my stomach, gripping his cock inside me with all the muscles that I can muster to the task. He rolls with me and collapses his perspiration-soaked body on top of me: moaning, groaning, cooing. Heavy breathing.

I say, "I think that there'll be a lot more for me to clean up this time. It felt like you really filled me up."

"Tom, my wonderful big brother, it felt so fantastic letting go inside you while you were squeezing me. You'll have to teach me how to do that too. You want to do me now?"

I respond, "Hey, aren't you tired? Don't you want to rest a bit first?"

"Well, sort of, but I'll bet that you really want to have a go too, and do it to me like that. I want to make you happy. And I want to feel my big brother's cock and hot stuff inside me too. I want to feel your body shake and jerk around as you empty your balls into me. Besides, you'll be doing most of the work, won't you?"

I smile and tell him, "I'd like to try it a bit differently this time." I turn on one of the lamps. I hand him the tissues and explain that I need to `empty myself' first. I grab the towel, push it between my legs to prevent `leaks' while I waddle to the toilet. I dump his load into the bowl, admire the quantity of it, then wipe myself and flush.

Will is lying on his back, semi-flaccid cock resting sideways on his pelvis among his `short and curlies'. I reach for his legs and swing his body around so that his butt is positioned right at the edge of the bed, with his legs dangling, almost to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Will asks, looking at me quizzically.

I reply, "You've seen all the pics in Marty's porn magazine, haven't you?" I don't wait for any semblance of a `confession', but continue, "There are some pics of guys doing it in this position, so I'm going to have your legs on my shoulders while I slide into you. That way, we can see each other's expressions. I want to watch your face, and remember it forever.

"Hell, Yeah," he growls.

I tell him to pull his knees up and put his feet flat on the bed. I grasp his ankles and kneel on the floor. I lick his inner thighs, balls, cock (giving it a few sucks), then go lower, licking his perineum and then I touch my tongue to his hole. He jumps. "Keep still, bro... if you can. Just let me do this."

As I lick him and probe him with my tongue, he begins to whimper.

"Hmm, strawberries. Nice! I'll add the cream," I joke to ease the building tension. He giggles. I continue until I feel him relax. Then I take the lube and begin to work on him with my fingers. With a three-finger spread accomplished, I liberally grease my rock-hard cock. I stand between his legs, lean over him and kiss up and down his body before taking his ankles onto my shoulders.

"See, my cock can find its own way in, from here," I smile.

It is poised right at his entrance. I hold it with one hand and guide it inwards. Slowly but surely. I look at Will's face. He is staring at me. Smirking! I ease forward, past the tightness and focus on my cock slowly disappearing into his widened hole. I glance at him. He has closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards.

He opens his eyes, lifts his head and watches as I rock my pelvis back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of him. I bite my bottom lip, close my eyes and focus on the reality that I am fucking my little brother. I open my eyes and he is grinning at me. I smirk back and pick up speed. He begins to raise his hips to meet my thrusts and we synchronise.

My consciousness registers that we are both groaning and enjoying the ecstasy. Then it happens. On one of my thrusts he lets out a squeal. His ring starts to spasm around my cock, driving me over the edge. I hold his legs up behind his knees while I pump into him, watching my cock, his hole, his face, his contracting abs and his cock as it shoots, yet again.

I stay in this position for as long as I can. I feel my legs starting to turn to jelly. I reach for the towel, pull out of him and thrust it between his legs so that my stuff won't pour out. He turns sideways on the bed and I spoon up behind him. Yes, I'm hot and wet and sweaty and sticky, but who cares?

There is much muttering of `Oh, Will' and `Oh, Tom', a few mild expletives of joy and we fall into deep sleeps.

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After showering together, Will and I are sitting opposite one another, devouring our breakfast sausages and eggs after having already finished our cereal. I guess that we are acting weirdly this morning. Smiling at each other. Cheeky grins. Raised eyebrows. The odd kick under the table. Childish giggles.

Mum suddenly breaks into our eating and small talk, "Are you boys OK? You both seem different this morning. You appear to have a glow about you. If one of you was a girl, I'd swear that you were both in love."

Shit! That broke the spell! My goose is cooked! Now what do I say? Silence!

However, yet again, Will replies faster than I could possibly have contemplated, and definitely not what I would have said.

"Why would one of us need to be a girl, Aunty Susan?" He delivers the words with such a straight-faced innocence that it has the effect of freezing time! Picture this: Mum has her knife in the marmalade. Dad has his coffee mug poised ready to set down on the table and Sis has her mouth open to receive a spoonful of cereal. Freeze frame!

Will keeps eating as though nothing has happened, seemingly unaware of the impact of his words. He is the only one moving. Maybe he's the only one breathing.

Me? I want to run, but I'm paralysed with fear and about to either shit myself or to throw up!

 

(to be continued)

 

There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
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