Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:51:07 +0000 From: Gary Cutter Subject: ARM WRESTLING WITH ALI WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that. I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them. All my stories (and parts thereof) are given SOLELY to Nifty for distribution. If you wish to use anything of mine please ask me, it's only common courtesy Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive. GCutter66@gmail.com ARM WRESTLING WITH ALI Part One - Peter's Story by G. Cutter Hi. I'm Peter and I'm fifteen and my kid brother, Paul is fourteen. We're the main characters in this short story, so, there you go. Our family lives in Surrey which is one of the UK Home Counties, to non Brits this just means that Surrey is one of the counties that surround London. Pretty affluent and a rather a bland mix of countryside and suburbia. We both attend the local grammar school, we're both blonds and we're both your average skinny football playing, all swimming, all singing and dancing oiks. In fact, I doubt that you'd pick us out in a crowd, we're that ordinary. Oh, I forgot to mention that we are both dashingly handsome in the Anglo Saxon style and like most boys of our age, normally broke and sadly lacking in, credit, sex and other creature comforts. Well, to be honest, Dad was a master builder and is pretty well off. We have a nice house with a pretty decent garden just outside Guildford and we have our own rooms so we aren't that badly fixed financially. Mum is a houswife pure and simple although she does a few mornings a week in a local thrift shop and helps out with the pre schoolers, doing her bit for charity as she puts it. I was a late developer on the sexual front (to get to the nub of the story) and so was Paul as he obviously followed in my footsteps. As brothers we get on without the normal squabbling and I think our parents are pretty well pleased with us. Both of us are doing well at school both educationally and on the sports front. We both play football (soccer) for our local Boy's League, training Saturday mornings and match playing on Sunday's, so, all in all, we're a crushingly Middle English standard family unit and... I'm talking a load of crap when all you want to hear about is sex. Right, here we go. Paul and I had got to toying with each other or messing around as they call it when I was thirteen and he was twelve. The furthest we'd gone was mutual masturbation although we'd also tried solo blowing and then sixty nining at one stage. We'd abandoned that after a while as we both liked it too much but thought it was just a bit beyond the barrier and more 'queer' than 'brotherly'. That's that bit out of the way which leads me onto the big night, the night that starts my story . We were sitting up in my bedroom playing around with my computer. It would be nice to say we were surfing sex sites and reading Nifty but we weren't. We'd just completed our homework assignments and were flopping around doing nothing. I think Paul had his head stuck in a comic and I was gazing into space thinking about sex which is one of my favourite pastimes. 'That Ali kid fancies you, you know,' Paul looked up from his reading. 'I think he's got a crush on you.' 'That's nice,' I smiled absently trying to think which of Paul's many pals was Ali. 'Which one's he?' 'You know,' Paul dropped his comic and fiddled with the front of his shorts. 'The dark one, the half a Paki, top striker in my team.' 'Ah, gotcha.' I realised who he was talking about. A rather good looking dusky skinned lad who was indeed their star striker. Fast, fluid and damn good at what he did. He was also a babe magnet, I found it hard to believe he had a thing on me let alone any other boy, he must have girlies dribbling into his footy shorts. 'Fancy him?' Paul managed to sound lewd and suggestive at the same time. 'He's nice,' I commented. 'Why don't you go for him.' 'He fancies you, that's why.' I've got to explain at this point that although we occasionally played around with each other we had outside interests and I mean other boy contacts who we discussed quite openly. We'd never cross pollinated by which I mean I'd never put Paul onto one of my classmates and he'd never done the same with his pals. 'He's nice,' I repeated. 'Fuckin' nice,' I added for good measure. 'All the way with him, Peter my boy,' Paul looked at me grinning. 'A nice bit of brown bottom.' 'I should be so lucky.' 'You wouldn't have the nerve to chat him up,' my kid brother threw out a challenge. 'Well, it's not bloody easy going upto a complete stranger and asking for a shag...' 'I'd give you a lead.' 'Well, I might consider toying with his smooth brown bottom if the chance arose.' 'You would, you would...' Paul laughed. 'You'd do the dirty with 'im.' 'Given half a chance,' I declared. 'I fancy him as well,' Paul looked at me slyly. 'If you scored you could pass him onto me.' 'Of course,' I grinned and that's how it began. After supper we left the parents in the kitchen where we'd had our meal and sat out in the garden, it was still quite sunny although the day was done. I had that self satisfied feeling that you get when you've fed well and was wondering how to broach the subject of Ali Patel to little brotrher but he beat me to the punch. 'Saturday training up the field,' he stretched his arms and yawned. 'No matches Sunday.' 'Not for our teams,' I agreed. 'I might go and watch the Under Seventeens, I might not.' 'I was thinking...' he paused and looked at me. 'If I brought Ali around here Saturday afternoon after training.' 'Yeah. Why not? Will he come being half a dune coon and all the rest of it?' 'He's a Christian, the whole family is,' Paul grinned. 'I could fix up to go around Billy's and leave you here with him. Empty house and full speed ahead.' He made a pumping motion with his arm. 'You know one thing about me, Paul, I'm a virgin, I'm still trying to capture my first decent snog let alone shag a guy's arse.' My voice had dropped by the way. 'Yeah,' he grinned. 'Ditto for me but ain't Ali a good place to start? Half the kids in my team fancy him, he gets more gropes than passes.' He looked at me and grinned. 'Are you telling me that if he lay on your bed with his gear around his ankles you wouldn't have a go?' He laughed out loud. 'You'd fuck him,' he hissed. 'I would,' I agreed. 'The small problem is getting him onto his face, bare bummed, etcetera and all the rest of it.' 'If you're alone together betcha he makes a move on you, all you have to do is look willing.' 'If it's that easy how come you're not doing the biz?' 'Cos I know I can have Billy's sweet lips around my noodle on a Saturday afternoon,' he giggled. 'You dirty, lucky bastard,' I hooted. 'I never thought you and Billy were, er... you know.' 'We haven't shagged but he wants it, I'm bloody sure he does.' 'Jeez...' I despaired. The thought crossed my mind that if everyone in Paul's team wanted sex as much as he said how come he wasn't getting any. At least I knew my mob were a bunch of fanny rats or so they claimed. Three or four of them even had permanent girlfriends, now that's got to be sad, hooking a girl just to keep the critics at bay. 'OK, Saturday afternoon. I'll keep my diary clear.' 'Keep your bed clear and find some lube, you might get lucky.' I was beginning to think Paul was just a little bit sick in the head, never mind if I got Ali's clothes off that would be further than I'd got with any other fourteen year old boy apart than Paul and I wasn't counting him. It was beginning to look like he was a secret sex maniac. 'If, and it's a big IF I score with Ali we could build on that, maybe you and Billy in a little get together.' 'You fancy my Billy?' He looked at me accusingly. 'Greedy sod.' 'Yeah,' I laughed. 'But my Ali Baba more.' The school week finished and that was that, the long summer holiday lay ahead of us. A month hence we'd be going to our Scouts Camp down in Devon this year and more or less on our return we'd then be going on holiday with our parents to Crete. Nice having parents with dosh, innit? I'd say it was pretty wicked, Paul would say it was 'uber' which was a new one with him. But until then all we had to do was amuse ourselves round and about, no probs there, we both had dirt bikes and there's no shortage of countryside around Guildford. Leith Hill, Box Hill , all the National Trust grounds and all within a decent cycling range. I've got to say Saturday was first and foremost on my mind. We both cycled upto our Club's grounds which were about a mile away and split to our teams for the morning's practice. I sighted Ali easily as he was one of the only three 'boys of colour' amongst our merry throng. I stood there ogling him like a dummy until my coach pulled me out of it with a load of abuse. He was tasty though, Ali that was, not the coach. Ali had jet black hair which isn't unusual with Pakis and Half Pakis (subtle bit of humour there), but he had his chopped off flat on top with it long on the sides and back, they used to call it a mullet for some reason. Lovely smooth arms and legs and a suggestion of a package in his baggy footy shorts, I was growing down below in my own shorts. Jeez, a two minute ogle and I was in love. We had our two and a half hours and as was usual we boys continued to kick around and bugger about on the grass as the coaches and some dads enjoyed drinks in the bar. Not our scene that one, our dad worked on a Saturday so we decided to make a move. We set off with Ali in company and I managed to drop behind the pair of them studying my brother's and Ali's tight little bottoms on their narrow saddles. I'm not a perv but the sight of two tight teeny schoolboy arses on knife edged saddles were a sight for sore eyes. In fact, and I shouldn't say this really but Paul was quite tasty from the rear, quite plump and munchy... grrrr and dusky Ali, the Sheik of Araby (well, pretty close)... well! At home we just caught mum on her way out, she rather grumpily made us a stack of sandwiches pointed us to the fridge and went on her way. She wouldn't be back until around six which was dad's normal time, she was going into Guildford with a couple of girlfriends shopping. Knowing my mum she would be back earlier but she'd remain around one of the girl's quieter houses keeping out of our way. When the duty call came for her to feed the three men in her life she'd be there. I looked at Paul and he gave me a smirk, we had between four and five hours to get lucky. Ali was polite enough and endeared himself to mum as he was the only one of the three of us to kick his trainers off on entering. What a groveller. After clearing the sandwiches and slurping Cokes we wandered upto my room and automatically turned the TV onto the afternoon Premier League matches. Paul did his bit settling Ali in and keeping up a barrage of chat until our guest seemed to finally relax. I didn't really know what to do, I hovered if that's the word feeling a bit like a wallflower, three certainly isn't the number for getting nice and cosy. In fact, it was just plain awkward and the air was so thick with atmosphere, you know what I mean. It was just uncomfortable for me at least, Paul was blithely wittering on about football and Ali was trying to keep up with him and bring me into the conversation as well. The breakthrough came through when Paul announced he was late for an appointment with his buddy, Billy who lived down the street. 'Yeah, I'd better make a move as well,' Ali retorted but made no move top get off his arse from where he sat on the floor. 'No, stay and keep Pete company,' Paul worked his way towards the door. 'Yeah, no need to go,' I managed to get a word in edgeways. 'Watch him, he likes beating up fourteen year olds... he thinks he's shit hot at arm wrestling,' Paul scuttled around the door and five minutes later popped his head in for the last time. 'Pop around tomorrow morning, Al boy. I need to catch up on the gossip.' The last we heard of him were his feet clattering down the stairs. 'What did he mean by that?' Ali looked a little lost and even mystified but I grinned, Paul had fed me a perfect plan and I do love a good plan. 'Dunno, he's a crank,' I dismissed my brother but he had put an idea in my mind. Go for it. 'Nice room,' he looked around and grinned. 'Why do I feel I've been fitted up?' 'No idea,' I grinned at my prey, or was I his? 'Any good at arm wrestling?' OK, pretty naff but I had to say it (it was the instant plan for what it was worth) and I knew I'd struck oil when he smiled. 'You're fronting up the wrong kid, pal.' He rolled onto his belly and stuck his elbow onto the carpet with his arm up. I'd been challenged., I had to be able to make something out of this. I slung a cushion down to accept our elbows and stripped my shirt off leaving me in only my shorts and socks. I could feel his eyes on me and could swear there was a downwards flicker to my crotch but that might just have been wishful thinking. 'You good?' I lay out facing him. 'That's for me to know and you to find out,' he quoted one of my dad's catch phrases. 'It's bloody warm in here.' 'Hang on,' I sprung up and opened the windows wide, we weren't overlooked by anyone so that was no problem. 'Take your shirt off, make yourself at home.' 'OK,' he answered after a brief pause and tugged his shirt off over his head. I nearly creamed on the spot, he was perfect. I'd got the idea he was skinny as he galloped about the pitch but he wasn't, he had a good boyish torso with the most succulent darker brown titties. His long legs must have given the slender impression, he was a tough looking fourteen year old and was, if anything, better built chestwise than my Paul. In truth he was as tall as I was which was a couple of inches on Paul, this Paki kid was more like me than my brother. That was in build not in colour I hasten to add. He swiftly dropped to the floor once the shirt was gone and so did I. Any more of my dirty thoughts and I'd be displaying a bloody great tent in my shorts, I'd worn boxers instead of briefs today which was a bit of a mistake . 'Come on then,' he wriggled his arm around finding his position. As soon as my hand settled into his I felt it. It was like they say in all the books, it was like the tingle of a small electrical shock and as I gazed into his eyes I knew. I knew the afternoon wasn't wasted... something was going to happen. 'One, two, three,' I counted and took the strain. I'd been gazumped, the bastard pushed hard against me and my arm was flat on the carpet. His brown face was inches away from mine. 'Shit,' I snarled and he laughed. 'Again?' This time I was ready for him, we strained and pushed. I glanced at him and his dark brown eyes gazed into mine and he smiled slightly and applied the pressure. This time I had him, my position was better and I felt him beginning to go. I had him as his arm went down I moved my body slightly and bore him down onto the carpet, this time my face was almost touching his and our eyes met again. He made no effort to move as if expecting me to make a move. 'Again?' He croaked. 'Best of five,' I whispered. I could feel my penis solid in my shorts and I was scared to move, if I had to stand it would be perfectly obvious, what then? The next two were major struggles, he was a strong bugger far stronger than Paul and he gave me a good match, we were up for the fifth and we were on a two all draw. Number five was the decider and by now we were both sweat sheened and up for it. The hormones were raging away like hormones do and the adrenalin was pumping. 'We should have a bet on this one,' he suggested with a smile which I returned as we assumed the position. He'd played right into my hands and I felt supremely self confident. 'A major snog,' I laughed and took him by surprise nearly flooring his arm but he recovered. I could see the strain on his face as our arms came upto the vertical and he started to push me down. I fought back and got him on the retreat again. Suddenly he pulled reserves of strength from somewhere and suddenly floored me. He looked at me and grinned manically as I lay there defeated and then to my astonishment he ducked his head and kissed my nipple and then suckled on it like a baby. 'You didn't say who snogs who,' he giggled biting my tit gently with his teeth. 'I don't care,' I reared up and pushed him back down onto the carpet and throwing all caution aside pressed my lips against his. If I'd fucked up here I was a dead man but he made no effort to fight me off, in fact, he went limp and after a moment I felt his lips open. I slipped my tongue between them and felt his mouth opened up. For the first time in my short and pointless little life I did a Frenchy with another boy and from the sighs and groans I think we both enjoyed ourselves. When we broke for air he rolled on top of me and I crushed him to myself as his mouth sought mine again only this time I upped the ante. Our stiffies mashed against each other so there were no secrets there, what I wanted to do was to feel his smooth if sweaty skin, his firm young flesh and I went for it. My hands snaked into the back of his shorts and he moaned into my mouth as I grasped his firm young buttocks one to each hand. 'Peter, Peter,' he groaned and rubbed his belly into mine and I felt our erections rub against each other through the material of our shorts. 'I know Paul, I knew he was upto something devious.' 'Do you mind?' I nuzzled at his sweaty neck. 'No,' he held my head tightly and looked into my eyes. 'I've wanted to do this for yonks... my favourite boy.' 'Good,' I grinned. 'Because I've got the hots for you so bad.' 'I know, I can feel it,' he giggled and managed to get his hands into the tightness between our crotches. I felt his hand grasp my erection through my shorts and he sighed happily. 'Where do we go from here?' 'Onto the bed.' I managed to get from beneath him and hauled him to his feet. We stood swaying by the bed kissing yet again and dropped our shorts and briefs. Completely naked and both sporting full erections we subsided and went into a massive kiss and cuddle. My penis was leaking like a tap and his was oozing enough to make our bellies slick with both sweat and precum. We were going to pop shortly but I wanted more. I managed to flatten him on the bed and kissed down his chest and taut belly taking his large boy cock into my mouth. I wasn't into measuring but although a year younger I could swear he was bigger than me, his cock was fatter anyway and maybe just a little longer... and it tasted nice. I lapped his sweet precum off and then sunk my mouth over his swollen purple glans and then took in as much of his dark skinned shaft as I could. He moaned and ruffled my hair as he took little digs into my suction. 'I'm gona cum in a minute,' he gasped and held my head firmer. 'No probs,' I gobbled around his fat brown cock. 'Ooooh...' He bent his knees flattening his feet on the bed and lifted his bottom up thrusting deep into my mouth. I took my chance and rammed my finger deep into his pucker and he screamed and spunked. I felt his first hot blast fill my mouth with his slimy cream and swallowed trying to breath as a second blast choked me and then his third and fourth splattered onto my face dripping into my eyes. He'd cum like a donkey and fell back onto the bed with my finger still deep in his bottom. I lay my face on his belly smearing his semen over his brown skin and lapping at his rapidly deflating penis. Milky ooze trickled from his pee slit and I lapped at it until he stirred and played with my ears. 'Dirty, Petey,' he grinned down at me as I looked up his slippery and sweat covered belly. 'Just aiming to please,' I exclaimed modestly as I licked his sweat sheened and cum stained belly. 'That was a personal best,' he giggled and pulled me up alongside him for another kiss this one flavoured wirth his juices which he seemed to enjoy as much as I did. 'I taste nice.' 'You nearly choked me,' I complained but with a smile. This was one spunky and very horny boy. 'I do other things,' he ducked his head and nibbled at my throat. I lay back to enjoy as he lapped down my sternum, my flat belly and then took my incredible hardness into his wet and hot maw. I don't know where he learnt how to do what he did but I reckon cocksucking came to him as naturally as it did to me. He bathed my glans with his tongue tasting my precum and even squeezed a dribble extra before devouring me right down to my pubics before giving me my blow job. This was different than the one's I'd done with Paul, those were just a matter of lustful experimentation, this one came with love. He reached under me caressing my tightly clenched bum and I relaxed a little to feel his fingers in my crack and then the soft jerk as he penetrated me and delved. I groaned as he hit that spot I'd heard about and then I was thrusting and ramming into his drooling and sucking mouth. This was exquisite, sublime... all those words. He finger fucked me and sucked me to a massive climax like his and like me he finished up with his face splashed with cum and then we were together for our spunky kisses. I remembered my massive cum blasting into his mouth and his avid swallowing and at the same time his long finger inside me making me feel like I had died and gone to heaven. There was one thing left to do but first a few matters to discuss. 'Boyfriends do sex together,' I risked. 'You want to fuck me, you mean,' he laughed. 'Yeah.' 'Sounds good' he wriggled against me. 'Boyfriends fuck each other, you meant.' 'That's what I meant.' 'My parents are away for the day tomorrow,' he looked at me coyly. 'We could have a day together. No Paul,' he added. 'No Paul,' I agreed. 'He's chasing that Billy in your team.' 'I worked that out,' he giggled. 'He's so obvious. So's Billy for that matter... they're made for each other. Like you and me?' 'Like you and I,' I grinned. 'No more arm wrestling though, I've got a dead arm.' 'As long as your dick isn't dead.' 'No way.' We lay there cooling down, the stink or more to the point the stench of sweat and dying semen polluted the place and I finally opened the door and squirted air freshener around. After that I shared a shower with Ali, my new lover Ali. I think as we rose to the occasion we could have fucked there and then but the thought of doing it in his house on his bed which he said was a big one got the vote in the end. We went back into my room and lay a couple of big towels on the bed and set to with the gum numbing kisses again, my lips felt like bit's of raw steak but it was worth it. We still had stacks of time even after the shower and I finished up down on him again but this time we went sixty nine. The pressure was off this time and we took our time but still managed to climax another sticky mess into each other's mouths. In the end I finished up cycling home with him and meeting his Paki dad and his English mother even a younger brother whom I didn't know he had. Amar was a cricketing nut, which explained why he hadn't come up in conversation... one of the tainted. He was a cheeky faced thirteen and a real sweety but big brother's beady eye was on me so I had to behave myself. All the same, nice house and nice people. Ali told his parents that I'd be with him for most of the Sunday and they seemed happy enough after he babbled on about X-Boxes and the like. I checked out his room and was delighted to see that he was right about the bed, it was a double and more than adequate for our needs and to cap it off he had his own sizeable bathroom en suite. Better and better, To cap that his brother had his own bedroom although he had use of their joint bathroom. I arranged to be around for eleven in the morning and we parted. 'Honeymoon Sunday, damn good Amar's out for most of the day,' he whispered as he saw me off at the door. 'Think about fucking me to hell and back tomorrow,' I returned quietly. 'Grrrr...' he rushed back indoors. That would give him something to dream about overnight. I got back in time to meet my kid brother coming up the garden path. 'How'd you get on with Ali?' 'Brill. I'm visiting his place tomorrow and I think we're doing the big deal.' 'Shagging?' His voice broak in a squeak. 'Yeah.' 'Same with me and Billy. We did the lot today and he promised we can do the nasty tomorrow... or try.' 'Try?' I laughed. 'Yeah, that's my problem I suppose,' I sat on my bed and looked at him. I patted alongside me and he sat. 'We're both newbies at this caper.' 'I know,' he admitted. 'But I can't turn it down, I might not get another offer until I'm thirty or something.' 'Same with me,' I draped an arm around his narrow shoulders. 'We need practice... both ways. Ali isn't going to be too happy just playing a bitch boy. It's bloody amazing, he's a year younger than me and a damn sight more mature you know where.' 'Yeah, I suppose Billy and I are about the same size.' 'Tonight?' I looked at him. 'I do you and you do me... a bit of brotherly love.' 'It's a bit gay,' he giggled. 'So, gay me, Paul.' 'You've been watching that 'Skins' disc again.' 'Want to give it a go or not?' 'Mmmm... midnight?' he grinned. 'You've got a date.' We did our usual Saturday evening thing, watched the TV with the rents and then retured to my room for a bit of X-Boxing and I told him all about Ali and he gave me an in depth of his performance with Billy. We seemed to have finished up at the same stage with our repspective partners. He claimed he was madly in love with little Billy but that didn't stop him cross examining me about Ali and Amar who he'd never heard of. He even asked me for a measurement of the strikers erection as if I would know... in fact, it just made the six inch mark which was around half an inch longer than mine and this kid was fourteen. It was a challenge but I was determined to handle it and absorb it, it was the only way I was going to establish a proper relationship with my Ali as I was now calling him inside my head. 'I'll creep around about midnight,' Paul dropped his voice although the oldsters were glued to the goggle box downstairs. 'Got any lube. Something slippery?' 'Yeah, I have some of that sunblock, it's for sensistive skin and it washes off OK.' 'Sensitive skin,' he smiggered. 'Paul has a book telling you all the positions and whatnot, doggy, frontal, blah, blah.' 'Don't blah blah me, tell me,' I dug him in the ribs with my elbow. 'And keep your voice down.' 'Right,' he whispered so that I could barely hear him. 'The Basic is you you lay on your belly with your legs open and your pal just lays on you and does it. The Doggy is in a crouch and your pal kneels behind you and just whacks it in.' 'You don't just whack it in, dummy.' 'OK, pushes it in,' he grinned. 'The lovey dovey one is the Full Frontal where the fuckee lays on his back and lifts his knees to his chest exposing his a-hole and the fucker kneels and works it in. They can give each other loving gazes and kiss whilst they fuck but that's for real love jobs, a bit uber gay that one.' 'Mmm... seems straightforward enough.' I was determined to do it with Ali in the frontal position, I wanted to look into his dark brown eyes whilst we did it, I didn't give a toss if it was gay or not. 'This little magazine that Billy has says that they all give you different penetrations, depth that is.' 'I can't see that.' 'Your bum's a bit of a cushion if you're on someone's back but if you go straight in from the front the cushion's gone.' 'I suppose.' I conceded, it made sense and bearing in mind Ali's meaty sixer I needed to think about that over a bit. 'You can do me doggy tonight,' Paul offered glancing sideways at me. 'OK, we'll go for that,' I grinned. I wasn't worried abourt Paul hurting me for some reason. Well, the reason was that he was smaller than I was but Ali was a different kettle of fish. He was Paul's age but bigger than me, odd... he must be some sort of a mutant. All the same as we sat on the floor with our backs against the bed I could feel myself getting hard and it was over thoughts of tomorrow not what was to come tonight. With Paul it would be mechanical and like an training session in school, with Ali it would be something else. 'If we do a bit of sucking first we won't need all that much lube,' I suggested. 'Yeah, only a bit though,' Paul smirked. 'We don't want to play gay too much, we are brothers after all... even if I am going to fuck you rotten,' he laughed like a loon as he ran from the room before I could capture him and give him a good slapping around. Never mind, I'd have him tonight, no mercy... We went to bed around half eleven which was pretty regular for a Saturday and our holidays had started after all. I heard mum and dad come up the stairs and call a good night through the door and then it was just a matter of laying there waiting. I'd done all my toiletries and told Paul to do the same so that we would both be squeaky clean for the event and I lay in the dark nervously finguring the tube of sun tan lotion. In spite of myself I was as hard as a rock, I concentrated my stare as I felt rather that saw motion as my room was so dark but Paul managed to sit on the edge of the bed and reaching out I could feel he had a bathrobe on, another grope and I felt his bare flesh, we was wearing sleeping shorts and he was trembling, not as confident as he made out earlier. 'Door closed?' I whispered. 'Yep,' he stood and I just about saw his gown drop to the floor and then the paler shape of his form standing by the bed. He slipped in beside me but he still had his jimjam bottoms on. 'Here we go,' he gave a nervous giggle and snuggled into me. As I've said we had done this before but never with the firm aim to have sex... this night was a first and I was eager to get on with it. The more I thought of Paul's tight little arse the harder I got asI imagined Omar's brown skinned perfection laying alongside me. I turned in and leant over kissing Paul fully on the lips and he struggled for a bit and then returned the affection, a few seconds later his lips opened and my tongue met his. Breathless moments later we parted, we were now belly to belly and my bare hardness was pressing against the material of his shorts. With a struggle he bent down and they were gone. 'Kissing's a bit over the top, we're supposed to be brothers,' he grunted and I saw his eyes flash as I sunk my lips onto his again. His mind was definitely out of sync with his body as he clung to me returning my affection eagerly. 'You try me first, doggy,' he managed to gasp and turned away. This was it, I'd been thinking about this all night and managed to get him up into a crouch and on his knees. I threw the bedding off, it was a million to one chance of anyone disturbing us and if they did we would be dead men anyway. Sod the bedding, I got behind him and kissed one smooth orb and then the other, I heard him giggle into the pillow and wriggle his bottom and then I really went silly. I parted his cheeks and could just see the darkness where his pucker should be, I sniffed and all I could smell was boy and soap. 'You ready to play?' 'Play away,' he stuck his bum out and his face into the pillow. Here it was, my very first fuck and it was my kid brother but he was up for it and so was I. I stuck my face onto his bottom and lapped into his crack tasting the residue of his shower, the hot moistness and the faintest aroma of his bathing greeted me as I lapped up and down his crack and then spreading his cheeks apart even further I felt the smoothness of his ring. He must have been in shock, we'd chatted about starters but not this and I kept it going. The problem was that I was so hard I was dribbling, I swiped some precum off with finger and thumb and pressed that same finger against his hole. My finger slowly opened him up and he groaned into the pillow. 'You alright, Pauly?' 'I'm so hard,' he bleated. 'You dirty bastard,' he let himself down by pushing back onto my finger which was right inside him now and moving quite easily. I couldn't hold off any longer. I slipped my finger free and slipped my stiffness between his saliva coated cheeks right upto his pucker and slowly but firmly pushed home. I heard him give a strangled wail and his hips dropped to the bed as I bore in dizzy with the feel of his hot tightness gripping me and the tactile sensation of his hot body against mine. As he subsided belly down onto the bedding I went with him feeling myself open him up and my red hot spike being absorbed by his sweet gut. One final determined move and I felt my belly nestle against the small of his back. I'd taken my brother's cherry and he was laying there as if dead. I kissed the back of his neck and was rewarded by him clenching his cheeks on me. I drew out a little and then on the retured he clamped again. 'Thank Gawd, Billy's smaller,' he groaned and then chuckled. 'I can live with this,' he then pushed up onto me and I started to fuck. To be honest I couldn't hold back any longer. I was so hard it was painful and his bottom was so tight and so hot... I should have done this years ago. They say your first fuck is the one you always remember. Well, I don't know if this was true but I'd treasure Paul forever after this. I was losing my virginity and there was nothing mechanical or experimental about it. We were loving, plain and simple. His beautiful small body pinned under me took everything I had to give and when I pounded into him in my climax he let let out a long quavering groan of pure pleasure. I cum a monster spunk. I could feel it squirt into him and surround my cock as I squirted and splattered into his tight little bottom. Dare I say, my kid brother Paul was a good fuck. A blinding fuck and as I lay on his sweaty body kissing his neck furiously I stirred my softening cock in his squishy hole and wondered if we got to do it twice but it was his turn now for some fun. I slid free shoving some tissues between his cheeks as I did so. Part One was over, now for the Revenge of the Kid Brother, could be a new Star Wars movie, a good title anyway. I was absolutely shattered and flopped onto my back curiously anticipating what was to come with Paul with some pleasure tinged with plain old fashioned lust. 'Well that was an experience,' Paul muttered as we embraced. 'At least Billy is smaller.' 'Yeah,' I agreed. 'I'm still a bit nervy about Ali, he's bloody big down below.' 'Ah well...' Paul sniggered and I felt him move ontop and force my legs apart with his knees. I reached out and stroked his smooth thighs and then felt his tight balls and rigid flesh. Pinching his foreskin over his glans I felt the slide and the smear of his boy juice on my fingers. He was just as needy as I'd been and feeling a bit like a wally I raised my knees to my chest. 'I'm glad I don't have to look at it... your hole that is.' 'Betcha will when it's Billy's turn.' 'Maybe... maybe not,' Paul whispered and I felt him reach for the tube of lotion and smear it into my crack. As soon as he located my pucker he smoothly inserted one finger amd made with a finger fuck until his finger was deep inside me massaging that glans they all go on about. It was hardly electrifying but it was good and I willed him to broach me. I actually wanted him in me, I wanted his young cock and his creamy cum up inside me and then I could face Ali's thick brown cock on the morrow. I whined a protest as he withdrew but immediately felt his slippery glans nudge up against me and he was in. No messing about with my randy Pauly. He went in deep and almost lay on me as I slowly let my legs descend onto his shoulders and then slip onto his back. I pressed him in tightly as he moved with definite strokes and he grinned affording me a flash of his white teeth. 'It's different,' I croaked reaching out and grabbing him moving hips, he was so layed out on me now that I could just about clasp his tensed cheeks, so smooth and so white in the daylight but now just sweaty muscles moving up and down. 'I can't keep this up,' he grunted and then started to go faster making me really feel it. I don't know what I was thinking but I heard myself urging him to go faster and harder until his lips crushed onto mine and I felt his penis throb and jerk inside me. This was followed by the unique experience of warm cum flooding into me in little jets and squirts. He too had lost his virginity with his brother, we really were two of a kind. 'Our secret,' he breathed heavily as he fell on me sweaty bellies squashing my deflated organ. A moment later he slid free and we turned onto our sides. 'Never to be mentioned... not even to Billy.' 'Nor Ali,' he giggled. 'They'll both think we're virgins.' 'We are as far as they're concerned,' I grinned up at him as he lay on me. 'We can do this again, just us two I mean. We are buddy brothers after all.' 'Very buddy brothers,' he chuckled. 'But our secret for eternity.' 'That's a long time but yeah, cross my heart and hope to die.' 'You got it,' he sniggered. Shortly after that he returned to his own bedroom via the bathroom and once I heard the faint sound of the bathroom door closing I went across and did my business and thank God the house remained silent. No witnesses, no suspicions just we two and our very secret relationship. He was good and I couldn't wait to do him again but that would keep. I went to sleep with a confused scenario of Ali, Paul and then Ali again in my mind, I even awoke with a steaming hardon which I ignored this time around. I had a far better use for my teeny fluids and he lived just up the road. It was Sunday a day to be looked forward to, the first day of the rest of my life or a day of infamy, time would tell. We had breakfast together which was standard for a Sunday but with the school holidays started the routine was a bit relaxed. For starters there was no homework to worry about, we had holiday assignments which seemed to be an import from the USA, I don't remember them two years ago but then again our educational system was in a constant state of flux. Half the time you didn't know if you were on your arse or your elbow, talk about stress. The only area school didn't creep into was our football, they seemed to think it was disloyal for us to be out playing football on a Sunday when we could be sitting indoors poring over books... odd. As dad says: 'Blame the politicians' and he's probably right. Anyway, today was the day and after we both told mum and dad that we would be spending most of the day with friends, I felt as sense of relaxation in the air. Our parents were like kids with a day off, no brats, no hassle. Around half ten I walked to the end of the road with Paul and we solemnly wished each other good luck, of course my bro wanted me to put in a good word with Ali which I had no intention of doing and we split. He to his and me to mine. Ali was only five minutes walk away but it was a much posher area, the houses were bigger and better kept, I just hoped that his flames of passion had burned through the night and that is straight out of a Danielle Steel novel. I was hard up and horny and those thoughts were foremost in my selfish little mind. He greeted me at the door looking absolutely delicious, he was fresh from the shower and was done up in a baggy t-shirt and beach shorts showing off his brown arms and legs to a good dribbling standard. His mother and father had left for their day with relatives and his brother was on his way to his pal's for the afternoon. Amar was a dream, he was only thirteen but tall with coltish legs like Ali and had a normal crew cut unlike his older brothers messy hair. He gave me a cheerful grin and I thought what a good partner he'd make for my Paul but then again, none of my business... I wasn't my brother's procurer although I wouldn't mind half an hour or so alone with Amar on my own account. There was something about him but maybe it was my overactive imagination. 'That's it,' Ali declared as his brother disappeared up the road. 'You're staring.' ''I just thought Amar was looking good,' I grinned. 'Pervert,' he hissed punching me on the upper arm which hurt somewhat. 'Do you fancy him?' Now that was a loaded question. ''Mmm...' I shrugged. 'You do, you do,' he laughed and grabbed my hand. 'Come on, forget about Amar's smoothy thighs and tight bottom.' Jeez, he knew how to talk dirty, he'd got me stiffening already and I didn't know if it was at the Amar image of at the thought of bedding him and getting dirty. He led me upto his bedroom which overlooked their back garden and after a quick peep I was delighted to see that the gardens either side were empty so, hopefully, we'd have a nice quiet afternoon. He drew the curtains not that we were overseen by anyone but to make it cosy as he explained and it did just that. It left the room in a subdued amber light and darkened the room without blackening the place out. We sat on the bed for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. 'I dreamt of you last night,' I whispered feeling like I was in church. 'You and I getting naked.' 'I dreamt about you and Paul,' he looked at me as if gauging my reaction.. Me in the middle.' 'Did we have fun?' 'We did,' he giggled boyishly and flopped back onto the bed. 'I'm free,' he aped that silly queen who used the on that sitcom about the store but that was enough. I leant over him and gently placed my lips on his barely kissing but we were off. His hand snaked onto the back of my neck and he held me tightly crushing his lips onto mine with his tongue greedily probing at my lips. I opened my mouth and our slippery organs met exploring one mouth and then the other. All the time I got hotter and harder and moaned into his mouth as I felt his strong hands inside my shirt caressing my body and holding me in even tighter. 'Let's get in bed,' he grunted. This was it. The first time we'd actually got into a bed rather than played about on top of one. This was it and there was no going back. We hurriedly undressed each other sharing the giggles when both our erections popped free waved about and then collided. One final embrace and we slipped under the covers and got into another embrace. This time naked and I gasped with pleasure as I felt his thick erection pressed against mine as we dry humped both clasping each other's buttocks. We both knew what we wanted but there were certain preliminaries to be gone through. Fuckin' foreplay, I wanted a fuck. I think he felt the same but this was good, the feel of his hot and now slippery flesh pressed hard against mine and sandwiched by our hard bellies. We were fucking in everything except the actual insertion. You couldn't get closer than this and as he held my cheeks in a death grip I shagged away against his belly and oozing core. Gawd, I was in heaven we now lay together but he was on his back and I was on top suddenly I felt my cock swell and I knew it was time. 'Aliiii...' I moaned and rubbed against him harder feeling the hot gush erupt from my hardness onto his cock and belly. He groaned and suddenly I felt his hot splashes join mine and we slowly moved coming down from our high. This time there was a huge quantity of boy cum between our bellies and the best was yet to come. 'I never knew you could do that,' I smiled down at him. 'A cum with no hands.' 'We should call it a belly wank,' he looked up at me. 'There's a name for it but I can't remember... belly wank sounds good enough.' 'Messy, belly wank,' I laughed. I loved it, I could lay there all day slipping and sliding around our cum which held us together in a sticky mess. I just lay there silently as he pulled me up a bit and then I felt his fingers probe into my crack like they belonged. I shuffled up a little further allowing him to do what he wished and I felt his cum coated fingers rubbing across my sweaty sphincter and then one was inside me. I moaned and this time with pure pleasure as his rigid finger delved in deep and hard pulling or pushing me harder into his embrace. 'After a cleanup, you go first,' I muttered but at least I'd said it. 'God. I've wanted you so much,' he whispered. 'I wanna love you to death.' 'Yeah... alright,' I giggled. 'No need to get carried away.' 'Put it another way. When you do me you can fuck me to death.' 'Hard and deep,' I whispered. 'Hard and deep,' he agreed. 'Lay on your back, I have a small towel somewhere.' I peeled off him and examined the glistening mess on my belly and the puddles on his but without spilling any onto the sheets he managed to produce a handtowel which he'd secreted in the bed. He wiped me off and then I did him taking particular pleasure in his hard belly muscles and his long brown skinned cock which was slowly coming back to life. I didn't hurry, I knew he needed to get his tanks replenished in a manner of speaking but that was no problem, fifteen and fourteen is the age for this sort of thing. Well, perhaps sixteen or seventeen is better but I wouldn't know until I got there. I got carried away in the end which was bound to happen, as I towelled off his balls I ducked my head and tasted his semi erect meat and got a twitch. The more I lapped and it and eventually took his purple glans into my mouth, the more he stiffened until he was fully hard again. I kept it going and felt his thick penis grow harder and harder until I grasped it's slippery length in my hand and slowly worked it to and fro. 'Wanna give it a go?' I asked and felt my voice break. Jeez, he was so big or big compared to Paul. I was going to feel this one but I wanted it so bad I couldn't stop myself. 'Gimme your babies.' 'Tart,' he giggled. 'Only if I get some back,' his dark face grinned at me and looked directly into his dark brown eyes. 'From the front... OK?' 'OK.' That's all there was to it. I shuffled into the centre of the bed and lay on my back with my legs parted. He knelt between my legs on his knees and looked down at me, the smile had gone and he was deadly serious. I lifted my legs and I folded my knees back to my chest just hoping that I was doing the right thing. He stared down at my hole and slowly and deliberately uncapped a tube of what appeared to be hand lotion. 'Tell me to stop if I hurt,' he remained serious as I nodded and prepared myself. The first touch was featherlight and I felt his oiled finger stroke across my pucker a few times and suddenly he was in me. It was so unexpected that I jerked but then lay silent again as he moved his finger in and out slipping in deeper at each move. 'OK?' 'Fine,' I croaked. 'I'm imagining it's sweet Amar.' 'You slut,' he suddenly grinned. 'You like Amar.' 'Yeah, somewhat,' I replied trying to keep my mind off the finger now moving steadily and now in a circular motion which I realised was supposed to ease or relax my back door. 'I like your Paul, pity he's stuck on that slob Billy.' 'Not that much,' I smirked. 'He asked me to put in a good word for him.' 'Tell him it's a done deal,' his smile was suddenly a leer and his finger slipped free. I tensed myself but he was back and I felt further stretching as he pentrated me again only this time with two fingers. 'Sorry, I'm playing this by ear,' he smiled apologetically. 'Feels good,' I started at him and he leant down to kiss me and his fingers slipped free. Still kissing me he wriggled abouit and I felt the mass of his spongy glans glide across my pucker and then the firm pressure. I nearly bit his tongue as he kept on my lips and pushed cutting off any shout or protest I might make. The pain was intense but suddenly it was gone as his glans slid inside me and my ring shrunk just that little to take his shaft. He was in me and I felt so bloated it wasn't true. Stiill sore but not that initial pain. 'Orrite?' he mumbled and lifted his head to look at me. 'This is so intense.' He moved inside me and I felt more and more of his shaft fill my hole and his swollen knob deeper in my belly. I held his hips and as with Paul the previous night I let my calves slide down onto his back and he groaned with satisfaction. 'Beautiful...' He began to move slowly at first but sinking in me deeper and deeper until I felt his soft black pubics press under my balls. He'd done it, he'd deflowered me. I'd lost my cherry, well I'd lost it to Paul but that was forever secret. Ali would never know and I set out there and then to give him the ride of his life. I hung onto him, hugged and kissed his shoulders, his neck and his nose as he pludered my arse with that fat outsized brown skinned dong of his. Shame of shames, I loved it, this was no Paul, this was a virile young man only fourteen but he may as well have been sixteen or so... it was so good. He slid in and out effortlessly in a circular movement that must have reached every corner of my gut and stimulated my prostate so that my own erection was jerking up and down on my belly already weeping precum. 'Sorry, sorry, Ali,' he babbled. 'I'm gonna cum.' I grabbed him in a bear hug as he rammed in hard for the final stroke and I felt it, I actually felt his hardness seem to swell and then the definite throb or pulse as he squirted his gooey, thick and creamy boy juice deep inside. He moved gently and then came and came again. No wonder they have big families this lot, he'd put enough of his Paki spunk in me for me to feel it oozing from my hole as he continued to move. 'Stop, stop,' I begged and he did laying on me and resting his sweat beaded cheek alongside mine. 'You were fantastic, lover boy,' he whispered and licked at my ear. 'So were you,' I giggled as I felt his softening penis slip from me in a gush of cum. He snatched his small towel and rammed it under us saving a disaster on the bed and then we lay there unwinding. It was the experience to end all experiences. My arse was loose and soggy but I felt happy. I'd accomodated him and he was laying on me with a silly grin on his face. One happy bunny and a bitch can't ask for any more than that. 'I've got to go to the loo,' I struggled from under him and made for the bathroom which was fortunately just across the room. Any more and I'd be lucky to control my sphincter. He must have heard the toilet flush for as soon as I checked out the shower he came in in all his sweaty and flaccid glory and smiled shyly. 'You alright?' He looked anxious. 'Wicked,' I grinned. 'I've put you in my diary for a double this afternoon, you up for it.' 'Do it again?' 'Duh! Yeah... do it again.' 'Damn right but you next,' he giggled and grabbed me shoving me into the shower. 'Good job we've got all afternoon.' 'Innit?' I span him around and nestled my erection the crack of his bottom. 'Isn't it?' I repeated in case he'd missed the message. His answering laughter told me he hadn't. I wasn't into wasting time on showers but I went through the routine getting harder all the time. My arse felt like a rice pudding but hopefully it would recover, I'd probably be feeling like a bucketload of slugs by the time I went home but it would be worth it to feel that boy hardness inside me doing it's business. For now it was my turn. We towelled off and returned to the bed tidying it a bit before spreading a nice dry beach towel dead centre. In case of accidents as Ali said. Once organised we were at it again, I couldn't get enough of his lips but as he was fresh from a shower I indulged in my new favourite pastime. I ducked onto his balls and as he thrashed around on the bed I got between his hairless thighs and licked his perineum whilst he moaned and giggled. He knew what I was after and he spread his legs allowing me to lap and suck at his tight pucker. I know I'd done it with Paul but this was a big boy and he started to groan and whine as soon as I started the prodding and spreading his cheeks to get right onto the smooth inner circle. By the time I got the lotion on there he was gone, he clamped and then relaxed as I worked two fingers in deeply rotating easing that all important muscle and lubing up his inner tube. Sounds like a bike but a bike offering a much better ride that the usual. In the end I got him spread on the bed and he wanted it, I knew it was a new experience for him but I could see in his eyes... he wanted boy cock and he wanted it right now. I gently extracted my fingers and saw his ring slowly dilate. Leaning over him to kiss I positioned myself and smoothly and effortlessly entered his red hot gut. He just gave a gasp and a jerk and then he held my hips to stop me getting carried away and smiled up at me. 'Fuck me, Petey.' A nod's as good as a wink to a blind man or somesuch crap so I slowly worked my way in feeling his soft inside clamp on me and virtually milk me as he clamped to my thrusts and relaxed to my withdrawals. We were a bloody good pair and in spite of myself I took my time right until the end when I went a bit potty. Now I know where the phrase 'lost in the moment' comes from. I was pistoning into his slick tightness and could feel my balls shrink, I was bubbling under. I had a feeling that I was floating above looking down on this pale skinned boy thrusting into a darker skinned beauty and realised it was me and then it happened. I felt the surge like a steam heated blast of hot boy spunk race up my uretha, burning and searing as it went and then the blessed relief as It voided into my sweet Ali. He closed his eyes and writhed upon my meat as I sent wave after wave of my essence inrto his body, it was a super cum, Talk about climate change and super storms, this was it, I was dying. I clung to him without even the strength to kiss as my cock took charge and did it's business. At the end I slowly moved in his slippery hole and withdrew. Enough was enough and he looked as wiped out as I felt. 'Alright?' Why the hell ask that? I suppose it must be traditional. 'I feel fucked,' he grinned and put his hand on the back of my sweat soaked neck bring my face down for a kiss, a gentle kiss this time. In all the stories they say we fucked again and again and give something like a football score at the end but we didn't. He aborted and we showered again and we then remade the bed. It was over for the time being and we were happy in our lovelust, whatever you want to call it. I suppose we were boyfriends now it was far too moreish (to coin a horrible bit of new Englishspeak) to be a one off. He was my first and after many years I appreciate he was the best, the one I remembered upto the present day. But there were more developements to come. My contribution to this story is over but Ali will take you forward and let you know how our relationship both firmed up and expanded into a real family affair. To be continued in Part 2 Part Two - Omar's Story in one week from now. GCutter66@gmail.com