Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2001 17:29:15 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 9 _________________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! CHAPTER 9 READING TIME: 14 MINUTES _________________________________________________ A new short story by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) June 4, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome If you want a reply, please say so. I'll write back. If you don't say, "Reply," I'll respect your privacy. (I don't use 'group-mail.' Replies are individual.) ____________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely fictitious. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like high-school age male-to-male sex, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. The story is about sex and daily living of high-school boys, ages 14 to 17. It's an all-gay story. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please pick another story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. ____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ MAIN CHARACTERS, (SO FAR): --The Brothers-- Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.) - the serious one. Tommy is the most athletic of the brothers. He is the most sensitive, also. He is in love with Billy and the two of them are on the same baseball team. In Chapter 1, Tommy makes his first sexual move, on Billy. Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison) - the playful one. Billy is 'all over the map.' He wants it all. He loves to tease and joke around. Tommy's daring approach of Billy in Chapter 1 awakened Billy's sexuality and he's non-stop. Billy's speed and agility make him a slightly better baseball player than Tommy. Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison) - the unsure, outspoken one. Robby is the youngest and 'Bi' brother of the three. He is an early developer and has an oversized 'endowment' for his age. He has admitted to fooling around, orally with a girl, and has started to 'play' with his brothers. WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF... [Robby is the 'victim' in a game of 'prisoner.' The 'torture' that Robby must endure consists of licking and teasing him.] I was watching Robby, and his face got a strange look on it. I could tell something was on his mind. "Do bi guys fuck other guys?" Robby asked. "Sure, Champ," Billy said, "Why?" "Cuz, I wanna fuck Tommy." __________________________________ CHAPTER 9 - THE BROTHERS HEAT UP _____________________________________________________ Chapter text: 18.3K Reading time: 14 minutes _____________________________________________________ "You wanna WHAT?" Billy and I said. "You want to fuck Tommy?" Billy continued. "Yeah. Bi guys are supposed to do a lot of fucking, right?" Robby asked, with a note of insecurity. "Yeah, Champ, sure." Billy said, his voice dropping. I felt bad for Billy. For some reason Robby had picked ME. It hurt me that Billy was being left out, at least for now. I wanted so much to tell Robby he had to fuck Billy too, hoping to include Billy in this, and not have him bummed. But Billy was MINE. His ass was for ME to take tonight, and no one was going up there before I did. If I could have it totally my way, no one else would ever go inside him, except me. I was trapped. My heart sank, for Billy. "You haven't been tortured enough, Champ. You haven't proved your manhood, yet," Billy said--but you could tell some of the energy and enthusiasm had gone out of his voice. "Yah, ok. Hurry up I gotta cum!" Robby said, excitedly. I was thinking the same thing. Suddenly, my focus was back on my dick and my aching balls. Billy slipped the blindfold over Robby's eyes. "PRISONER!" Billy shouted, "You do not speak this way to us. I am afraid that you have made your torture much worse." "Yes," I said, firmly and confidently, trying to be agreeable--wanting to hurry this thing along--but not having a clue what the worse 'torture' would consist of. I looked at Billy like, 'Huh?' Billy started to lose it, put his hand over his mouth and ran out of the room. From the sound of the footsteps, it was pretty clear Billy had left. "Tommy, lick my balls," Robby whispered. "Lick your balls? Where did you learn about--Oh! Never mind," I said. "I'm afraid the red-hot tongue of iron is even more painful on a prisoners balls." "Come on, Tommy--just lick 'em!" Listening to him say that, I thought, 'Robby has BALLS, all right.' I really wasn't too hot on the idea, but I licked little Champs nuts--flicking my tongue at them as teasingly as I could. I thought BILLY'S balls responded when I licked them. Robby's were doing a hot dance, compared with Billy's. The more I did this, the more I got into it and the harder I licked, until I was sucking Robby's nuts into my mouth and practically making love to them. "Ahh, shit! Oh, yeah, Tommy. Feels so fucking good!" Robby moaned. "What are you doing, Sergeant?" Billy said in his most commanding voice, as he reentered the room. "I am putting the red-hot tongue of iron on the prisoner's balls, sir," I said, playing the game as best I could. I put my mouth back on Robby's tight, tight nuts. At that point, the 'prisoner' decided to play his part, again. "Ahhh! NO! Please not that! Owwwwwooooooooo!" "You can stop now, Sergeant," Billy said, "I have the ultimate torture device that I got from the Supreme Commander." Billy opened his hand so I could see what it was. This would be fun. "Oh, no, Captain," I said, "That is so severe. Very few men have survived it." "What, what? What is it?" Robby demanded. "This," Billy said, ominously, "Will slowly eat your balls off, prisoner." I could see Robby hesitate, not knowing whether to play along, or panic. I guess he decided to play along. "No...Oh my God, NO!!!" The 'torture device' was a toy--a gummy octopus. The tentacles would be perfect for tickling Robby's nuts. "Sergeant, you will apply the creature to the prisoner's balls," Billy said. "Creature?" Robby asked, nervously, scrunching his nose to try to shift the blindfold. "Sir--such an extreme torture for so young a prisoner--I don't know if I can do this to him." "If you do not," Billy said, sternly, "Then I will apply to torture to YOUR balls, Sergeant." 'Well fuck! Do it to me!' I wanted to say, but I held my tongue. "Yes, sir, right away, sir." The tentacles on the gummy octopus were bunched together and I lightly touched the tips of them to Robby's nuts. They made the perfect ball-tickler, because Robby started to lose it, right away. "Ahhh, ooooooooo, ahhhh, no! OH, that TICKLES! Ahhhhhh, oooooh ho, huh, huh, haaaaaaaaaa!" "Move the creature around, more, Sergeant!" Billy commanded. Robby was almost convulsing by now, and moving the thing around, on his balls, made him spasm. I signaled to Billy that this had to stop now. I was afraid Robby was going to bust a gut, for real. Billy took the blindfold off Robby, who was more out of breath than I'd ever seen him, before. "You have done well, prisoner!" "Ahh huh, oooo huh, yes sir, huh, uhh, huh, uhh," Robby said. "You ok, Robby?" "Yah." "Captain, have you reached a decision on the prisoner?" "Yes, Sergeant, the prisoner has earned his release," Billy said, as he began to untie Robby. I rubbed Champ's chest and back, and he had calmed down, pretty much, by the time he was totally free. He immediately sat down, on the bed. "Do Bi guys do anything besides fuck?" Robby asked. "You mean, with a guy?" I said "Yah." "Yeah, Robby, pretty much anything they want." "Yup," Billy said, anything the guy wants to do, or have done to him. He's the boss." "The boss?" Robby said, half in awe. "Yup, the boss, Champ." "Wow." "Ok, come on, guys, let's all hop in the pool and cool off. We all deserve a break." "Tommy, no!" Robby said, "It's dark out! I hate it when we put the lights on. All the bugs come, then." I had to admit, all I wanted to do was make Robby happy, at that point. "Ok, Robby let's all take a cool shower, together." "Awesome," Robby said. "You guys gotta let me play with your things. I'm the boss." 'Oh shit! We created a monster,' I thought. "Sure thing, Robby." "Yeah, sounds hot, Champ!" Billy said. "Those aren't our 'things,' Champ, they're our cocks." "I don't like that word. Sounds dirty." Billy and I both sighed in resignation to Robby's wish, at that point. Robby was walking just ahead of me and Billy, to the downstairs bathroom, which had the biggest shower stall. "Well, look, Robby," I said, giving Billy a quick kiss and getting more desperate to get him alone and make love to him, "My thing is about ready to cum, all on its own." "Well, too bad, Tommy. You gotta wait till I let ya," Robby said. Billy and I glared at each other in total disbelief. In the shower, Robby had his fun, 'torturing' our 'things' before we even turned the water on. He had learned quickly from our prisoner game, and stroked, first Billy, then me--so close to climax, but not quite there. I could see Billy grimace. Probably his balls ached. When it was my turn, Champ showed no mercy, and as my balls tightened, I saw stars. "Ahhhhh!" I moaned in pain. "Cool!" Robby said, obviously enjoying himself with not a clue as to how I was suffering. 'Damn, twelve-year-old kids could be cruel bastards,' I thought. I had to admit it was hot, though. My dick was throbbing, looking at my two brothers' juicy-looking dicks, pointing straight up, with precum drooling down the shafts and dripping from their balls. All of us were so horny, we all had tight nuts. I was glad to see they weren't shy about staring back at my cock--bigger than theirs, by far. I kept looking from Billy's dick to Robby's and back. I wanted Billy's dick, it turned me on the most, even though little Champ's pole was a little longer and thicker. As I thought about it, that seemed weird, to me. 'Why didn't I go for the bigger, thicker cock?' Billy finally got the water going and we argued for about ten minutes as to what the water temperature should be. Eventually, we found a setting we all liked, warm enough to feel good and cool enough to be refreshing. "You guys argue again, and you'll be punished," Robby said, in he deepest possible voice, trying to sound like dad. "Punished?" I said, "How, Robby?" "Well... I'll think of something." Billy and I exchanged smiling glances. During the shower we had all touched each other and were hard as hell, drying ourselves. We were still all precumming so I gave up trying to dry my dick. "Ok. Back to my room," Robby announced, commandingly. The short walk up to Robby's room was silent. I guess we were all thinking about what was going to happen. I walked behind Billy and Robby and could see drops of precum falling from them to the floor. I made a mental note to go back and clean it up, later. I hoped I would remember to do that before mom and dad came home. We all remembered that Robby said he wanted to fuck me. We got to Robby's room and Billy just plopped down on the bed, on his back. I figured he felt left out. I looked over at Billy, and I was feeling sad and probably looking sad. This was OUR time, and now, Robby was just in the way. Billy looked like his wheels were turning. If it weren't that we were all so horny, I would have just told Robby to go to bed. I probably would be public enemy number one with both my brothers, if I did that. I had to go through with this, for Champ's sake. Right now, I figured he was at a delicate point, in his mind. I wanted him to feel good about himself, about the three of us, about me and Billy loving each other, and I wasn't going to do anything to mess up my baby brother's head. I wondered if Billy could tell what I was thinking. For sure, Robby had no clue about any of this. In spite of all my thoughts, I was so ready for something to happen. I had the horns real bad. "I'm gonna fuck you, Tommy," Robby said, "I'm gonna put my thing in you, now." At this point I was so desperate, either one of them could have put anything, in me--just as long as we got this over with, and got Robby to bed. "Hey, wait," Billy said, suddenly snapping out of his dream, "I'll go get the stuff. Tommy you explain to him." "Explain what? What stuff?" Robby said, eyeing Billy as he went out of the room. "Oh it's nothing bad, Robby," I started to explain, "It's just that, well... you got a big dick, and--" "Yah! Real big, huh?" "Real, big, Robby." "Not as big as yours, though, Tommy." "No, but you're getting there, fast, Champ. Remember I'm four years older. Anyway, Billy went to get some lube--slippery stuff--and a rubber glove because... well... a guy's hole is a lot smaller and tighter than... than a girl's... a girl's thing." "Oh, yeah," Robby said. I wasn't positive he really understood, but I kept going. "See, you're going to be what they call the 'top' and I'm going to be the 'bottom.' "That's weird." "Well that's what they call it." I was blushing. I felt like I was explaining the facts of life to my brother. "Any way you put the glove on and grease it up, and you gotta stretch my hole real gradual, otherwise you wont get your thing in, or it will hurt so bad I won't be able to take it." "Oh," Robby said, deep in thought. I was relieved when I heard Billy walking back into the room. This was getting uncomfortable, I thought. "Well, Champ," Billy said, "Did Tommy explain to you ab--" "Yah, Billy," Robby said, "I want you to do it." "He means stretch me, Billy," I said. "Oh cool. No sweat Champ. I already fucked Tommy, once so--" "You DID?" Robby said. Now I was REALLY blushing. "Yupper, Champ. So it won't take as long to get him stretched, this time." "Cool. Can I watch you guys fuck, sometime?" "SOMETIME, Robby," I said, "Not tonight, there's not enough time for that." Robby watched intently, as Billy gently did his finger magic. It felt fantastic. I could feel my precum flowing and noticed Robby's boner throbbing, seeing my reaction to this process, and I guess, looking forward to his first fuck. Soon, I was 'ready,' and got on my back, on Robby's bed. "Tommy, what are you doing?" Robby asked. "I'm, um, ready for you to do it to me, Robby," I said. "Not like THAT! Stand UP!" Robby said, insistently. I guess he never HAD actually fucked, if he thought standing up was the way to do it. "You're the boss, Robby." "Yah!" "Robby," Billy said, "Tommy's as is gonna be too high for you to fuck. Wait, I'll go get something." I was wondering if Billy was starting to feel like an errand boy. Robby and I stood there, staring at each other, and I put my arm around him, without thinking. "Mmm you feel good Robby," I said. "Mm," Robby said, staring so intently, I thought he'd burn a hole through my head. Those green eyes were always pretty, and a little mysterious. Now they were a magnet so powerful, I was trapped by Robby's gaze. This close to Robby, I could hear him breathing, and I could smell his sweet little scents. Next thing I know, my head's leaning down, and my lips are smashing into his. I was out of control all of a sudden. 'Big fuckup. This is the end!' I thought. Robby pressed back, and pressed his lips harder into mine. He put his arms around me and pulled my body into him, I couldn't believe this! Our dicks were dueling, down below, and this was feeling too good. I was getting nervous. I caught my breath and broke the kiss. "Robby, that was awesome!" I said, not thinking. "Oh, yah!" "You ok with it? You liked it, Champ?" "Yah. You make me feel good, Tommy." "Ah... yeah, well, that's good, Robby." "Here, Robby stand on this," Billy said, coming into the room. He had found a small pallet. "Hey that's just the right height, I think, Billy." "Why you guys so red?" Billy asked. "Um... nervous I guess," I said, thinking quickly. "Ok, Champ," Billy said, handing Robby a condom, "You gotta put this on. Or I can do it for ya." "I can do it," Robby said. In a minute, Robby was set to go, and all greased up. "Wait," Billy said, "Hold up, Champ. You gotta grease Tommy's butt, or you'll tear him up!" "Ok." Billy held the Crisco can and Robby scooped out way to much and smeared it from my balls to the base of my spine. "Yup, that's plenty good, Champ," Billy said. Robby grabbed my arms and stuck his hardon into my crack. It was a little strange, but kind of exciting, thinking about doing this standing up. Robby grabbed hold of his dick and slid it around and back and forth past my butthole a hundred times, until he found the spot, and stayed there. This drove me nuts and made me precum. I guess that shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. Robby still had one hand, guiding his dick, and started to push a little more, pulling me back by my arm, for leverage. All I could think of was that I wished it was Billy. I wanted to be in bed with Billy, making love to him; I wanted Robby asleep. Also I was worried that fucking me might be damaging to Robby, somehow. Robby put his arms around me as his dick slid into me. I must admit, he was very gentle, going in. I wondered if that was an instinct. His dick was so hot, it was on fire, almost. I could tell his cock head was stretching me wide, but it didn't burn as much as the first time, when Billy fucked me. Champ's little hands slid around the front of me, and when they brushed across my nipples his cock was hitting bottom and I felt like I was going to cum. He changed his method and his hands were now flat on my pecs, pulling me toward him. Still, something had changed, when he rubbed my nipples--my butt was more sensitive, I could feel him more keenly, inside. I wanted him more, and found myself bending slightly, to push against him more, to slide more of him in me. I wondered if this was instinctive too because he thrust so hard, into me, that Billy came over and held me, so I wouldn't lose my balance and fall over. My dick was throbbing like mad. Pretty soon, my baby brother was pounding my ass. I couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe I was dreaming? I remembered how Billy's dick felt in me, but his wasn't as hot as Robby's; wasn't as thick and demanding on my butthole. With Robby, my ass was getting stretched out more, and I was working harder to get used to this fuller feeling. My littlest brother was giving me a hell of a workout. I heard Robby grunting when he thrust into me, and he made other sounds, too. His breaths! Damn, they were sexy. He was breathing very fast now. My dick felt fuller, too, and I was so horny I thought either I'm going to cum or my cock was going to pop right off. As I leaned over more and my head dropped, some, I couldn't even believe what I saw. I had made so much precum that not only was my cock and pubes soaked in it, but it was dripping off my balls to a puddle, on the floor. Robby's fucking was exciting me to a level I hadn't felt before. My breath got very quick and I felt a deep heat and rush of something, inside me. I tensed up, with the full feeling in my butt getting fuller, somehow, and without warning, I came. I don't think I saw the first spurt. I could feel a strong kind of feeling coming, and everything down in my dick tensed, really hard. A long, thin stream of cum shot out so strong, that I did not believe it came out of me. I watched as it shot all the way across the room and landed at the base of the closet door, about eight feet away. More shots came, almost as strong and as hard. The feel of Robby's dick in me was making me come, more, I knew. Soon, Robby was cumming, and I was so wiped, all I knew was that Billy held me and Champ pounded the shit out of my butt, yelling and screaming. I heard this loud sound and wondered what it was for a long time, until I realized it was me yelling. I couldn't believe I was making this sound, but as I came out of it, I knew for sure it was my voice. I couldn't see too clearly. The room looked like it was cluttered with gray dots, which were just the effects of spots before my eyes. I felt like a giant hand had squeezed me too tightly, and at the last minute, decided to have mercy, and let me go. I was spent. There was nothing left of me. I could hear me and Robby now, so out of breath, and the heat of our bodies pouring out, and sweet smells of sweat and boy scent filled my nose, and made me dizzy. "Holy fucking shit!" Billy shouted, "You came across the fucking ROOM!" I was out of it. I couldn't talk. Robby, breathing so hard he was half useless, tried to say something but you couldn't understand it. I was pretty out of breath and useless, myself. Robby tried again, his words came out in short spurts, between breaths. "I want Tommy... to fuck me." ___ To be continued? It's up to you. 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