Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:21:13 -0400 From: moonweezle9@aol.com Subject: being a brother Ok you all know the drill here. If you arent old enough to read this then leave. If this kind of stuff is illegal where you live then leave now to. Ok now to the point this is a story that has sexual situations and describes sexual acts between under ege boys. It is fictional so that means its not real, all made up. Now if you dont like that stuff then leave now. If yu do like it then stick around and read on. This is a new style of format and writing I am trying so let me know if you like it as apposed to my other stories. 1 of those stories is "Apocalypse" in the young friends section. I have had this tory on the back burner for a while and thought it was time to put it to words. Email me to let me know what you think moonweezle9@aol.com Being a Brother Two years it's been now. Two years since that fateful night in october when it happaned. The weather had just started getting cold and that night was the first snowfall around here. It also happened to be the night that my dad had to work late and my older brother went along to help him for the day. It was already dark when they began for home and livign out in the country the roads were dark. I'm not entirely sure what happened but we were told that it looked like dad swerved to miss a deer that ran out in front of him and veared off the road. The truck slammed head on into a tree killing my dad instantly. My brother some how managed to survive the crash but died in the hospital 3 days later. Me being just 11 at the time my big brother was my idol. Him being 15 was like a god to me and I loved him wth all my heart. I felt terrible when I found out dad had died but when Chis, my brother, died it devistated me. I felt do depressed that I didnt even want to come out of my room for weeks. He taught me how to do everything. Everything from how to grip a baseball bat the right way to even how to grip my dick the right way to jerk off. Yes you heard me he tought me how to jerk off when I was 9. my dick was barely big enough to grip the right way but Chris showed me how one night when I walked in his room accidentally when he was in the middle of stroking his own. From that night till his last we enjoyed having fun together every chance we got, the naked kind of fun. We enjoyed the mutual pleasures of oral fun all the time. I guess to make my point, my brother taught me that I liked boys at an early age. My nake is Kayle. It's a weird name I know but I love it. Not just for the fact its different, it was picked by my brother. I'm 13 years old now and live with my mom in Georgia. I'm not from Georgia, I'm from Michigan origionally, but mom thought it would be good for us to get a fresh start so we moved here a year ago. I like living here so far and have even began to make some new frineds. I try my best to fit in but sometimes I have anxirty attacks it makes me seem like a freak to some people. I get anxiety when I see certain things and I freak out. I start hyper ventalating and break out in a cold sweat. When I ever I see something like 2 brothers playing or a son and dad doing things together it really gets to me bad. Mom took me to the doctor and they put me on these depression pills cus they think i'm just depressed. I truthfully dont know what it is but I dont like it. With the pills I can manage my sadness pretty good but there are times that I cant. It usually takes mom to calm me down and she seems to be the only one who can. Recently I have joined a youth wrestling league and I am learning the basics of wrestling. There are 6 kids on my team with ages from 8 to 16 with me in the middle. Mom thought t would be good for me to learn something new and that it may help with my anxiety. There were a few bonuses for me I thought. Since I liked other boys instead of girls it was nice to see the team getting dressed in the locker rooms. I didnt really talk much to the guys at first but I got to know a few of them a little better. I couldnt help but notice and compare dick sizes of the guys I got to see naked. Being just 13 I wasnt very developed yet and I was only about 4 inches at my hardest. I also hadnt started growing pubes yet and I still couldnt squirt cum. Basically I was right on the edge of crossing the puberty bridge. I was on the other hand starting to develop a nice physique. I already had a slight 6 pack going and had nice leg muscles growing. Mom was getting over dad and Chris' death better than I was. She had started dating again once we moved here and had already went out with a few guys, much to my dislike. Most of the guys were just scum bags that only wanted to date her to get in her pants. Thankfully she was smart enough not to let any of them. This one guy seemed nice at first trying to win mom by trying to buy my affection. He tried buying me presents when he came over but in the end he turned out to be a total ass hole and a drunk. She realized that the men she was dating were the wrong kind so she took a break from the dating game for a while. She and I were getting along fine after that. My anxiety wasnt hitting very often and she was realizing that finding the right man out there wasnt as easy as she thought. One day at a wrestling meet while I was on the mat getting my ass spanked, not litterally, I noticed mom talking to my coach. It wasnt one of those parent at their kids sprots event type of talks, it seemed more of a personal talk. Next thing I know I'm tied up in a prezel laying on my back hearing the reffery smacking the mat to say I was pinned. I got up and shook hands with the kid who pinned me then walked over to my team. Mo m knew I wasnt happy about being beaten from the look on my face. I sat down and just looked ahead at the floor. On the ride home I had to ask what mom what was up with her little talk with the coach. "So I saw you and coach talking. Was it about me or what?" I asked. "Well yes and no. the talk started out about you but it seems that me and coach have some things in comon." mom replied. "Like what?" I inquired. "Well he is a widower. His wife died 3 years ago in her sleep. Dod you know that boy on your team Paul was his son?" she said. "No not really. I guess I never noticed before. I guess that's why coach rides him so hard to do good." I said. "Yep he is the coaches son. Honetly Kayle how could you not tell they were related. The boy looks so much like his dad." mom pointed out. "I dunno mom. I guess I just never compared the two. So what did you guys talk about?" I asked again. "Just things. You know adult things that kids shouldnt worry about." she said as she poked me in the ribs she knew I was ticklish as hell. "Stop please." I begged her as I laughed. Soon enough we arrived home and she started to make dinner as I went to the showe r. I definitely needed to wash the sweat off me and I had some OTHER business to take care of, i'm sure you all know what that means. I couldnt git the picture of some of the guys in the locker room out of my head as usual. I soaped up my hand and wrapped my fingers around my skinny shaft. All too soon I was pumping away at it getting that great feeling. Seeing the guys naked bodies in my mind drove me over the edge soon enough. My dick began to pulsate and twitch in my fingers and waves of pleasure shot through my body as the dry orgasm rocked me. When it was over I was breathign heavy and straining to keep my balance. I held onto my shrinking rod and slowly kelt stroking till it went ot it's normal limp state again. Back to normal now, 2 ½ inches, dangling over my tight nut sack I turned the water off and began to towel off. Often times after I orgasmed I cant help but think about all those fun times I use to have with Chris. It always made me sad to think about that and I usually just ended up going to bed early. Tonight though mom insisted that I eat dinner first. As I walked in the kitchin only wearing my undies and a t-shirt I sat down at the table while she was chatting away on the phone. I ate the fried chicken she made while I over heard her conversation. I couldnt make out who she was talking to or what it was about but I could tell she was happy about it what ever it was. "Who was that?" I asked shoving a forkfull of food in my mouth. "Oh just a friend." she said smiling slyly. "Great, not another one of those friends." I said referring to all of the ass holes she has dated befoe. "No this is not that kind of friend. This one is a little disffernet." she said still smiling. "Who?" I asked after I swallowed. "Oh no one for you to worry about. He asked me out tomorrow nite." she said. "Who?" I asked again. "Well I guess you'll just have to wait till tomorrow to see wont you." she said wth a silly look at me. Great she's dating ass holes again. Why cant it just be me and her? Cant she see I'm happy with it just being us? I mean I think I am anyways. I went to bed that night and didnt rest well at all knowing what was to come tomorrow. Since it was Friday I was looking forward to it until mom told me what was up. Now I was going to have my weekend ruined by some jerk coming to date my mom and probably bringing me some dumb present to try to buy my affection off. I was determined it wasnt going to happen this time. I got home from school and counted the minutes until the door bell rang that night. Mom was all dressed up in a black dress and heels with all kinds of make up on and looked the best I had20seen her in a while. "Oh he's here!" she exclaimed as she eagerly grabbed the door knod and opened it. "Coach?! Your going out with my coach?" I asked as I saw him standing there in a dress shirt and slacks. I had only seen him in gym shorts and a team shirt before at our wrestling dates. "Hello Kayle." he said as he waved to me. I checked his hands for some sort of goofy gift but for once there wasnt one. I waved back with out saying a word. "Honey we'll be back some time later so be in bed by 10 no exceptions." she told me before walking out with my coach. I sat on the couch watching cartoons the rest of the evening just trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. Was she forgetting or dishonoring dads memory? Has she forgotten all about Chris? Why is she crazy about the coach? Were just some of the questions running through my mind. I fell alseep sometime durring the evening and I awoke to some one carrying me to bed, I was a semi-heavy sleeper. I stirred a bit as I was laid down in bed and sub conciously said "Thanks dad." because I remembered my dad use to carry me to bed like that when I was little. I opened my eyes slightly and saw coach standing there. "Oh I ah...ah... Sorry coach." I muttered. "It's ok Kayle just get some sleep now." he said as he pulled the blankets over me. It urned on my side feeling weirf about what just happened before slipping back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. As soon as I smelled that I knew something was up. Mom never cooked breakfasst like that unless she was trying to soften the blow of something she wanted to tell me. I did my morning toilet duties before going to get the bad news. I sat down at the table and rubbed my eyes. Mom kissed me on the head and sat a plate in front of me. "Ok what is it? Just break it to me mom." I asked her. "Well Paul has asked me out again." she said. "Paul?" I asked not sure of who that was. "Caoch silly. His name is Paul, Paul Sr. he asked me to go out again tonight." she said with a big smile. As much as I felt good to see her so happy about something I felt bad for it. I just had this eerie feelign that she was going to get her heart broken like she has so many times in the last few years. For now though I needed to eat and get ready because we had a wrestlign meet this morning in a neighboring town. I wolfed down my food and went to get my gear ready to go. When we walked into the gym where the meet was mom notcied coach right away and waved to h im. I looked at her then just went on to the locker room to get ready. I had my singlet laid out and wrestling shoes on the floor as I began to get undressed. As I pulled my shirt off Paul, the coaches son walked up to me already wearing his singlet. We never really talked much but he sat down next to me this time. "Hi. Guess my dad likes your mom." he said. "Yeah looks that way. Who can understand adults." I said rolling my eyes. I looked at the younger boy and had never realized how beautiful he was. Seeing him close up like this was making me feel weord inside. I kind of stared for a second into those light blue eyes of his, and when I say light I mean very light, almost whitish. I felt my dich start to get hard so I knew I couldnt finish changing in front of him so I kept talking. "You know I never knew coach was you r dad till last night when mom told me. Guess I just dont pay attention much anymore. You do kinda look like him." I told the cute 11 year old. "Yeah but I look like my mommy did more than I do daddy. She had blue eyes like me and daddy has brown ones." he replied. "Well at least you got your dad build." I told him referring to him being in great shape for an 11 year old. "Yeah daddy shows me how to work out and stuff whe n we're at home. He taught me how to wrsetle so good to." the younger kid said. He wasnt lieing he was good, a lot better than me for that fact. Even for his size which was a bit smaller than me he could wrestle damn good. I wasnt sure what it was but as we were talking my boner went down but that funny feeling remained in my belly. He got up and went out to the gym and let me finish getting dressed. As he walked away I could see his physique through the tight singlet he had on. I could see everything from his tight tummy to his firm looking little but. I looked down and sure enoug after that the boner was back "Naked old ladies naked old ladies." I said to myslef trying to think of gross things to make my boner go away. I looked down a few minutes later and, yep that did the trick boner was gone. I quickly stripped the rest of my clothes off and slid my singlet on then my shoes. I trotted out to the floor where the rest of the team was waiting. The meet went pretty well, I won for once, and the locker room was a buzz. The only one not happy about the day was Paul. The little guy had lost to a bigger opponant and felt bumbed over it. I walked over and laid a hand on his bare shoulder. "It's ok dude you cant win em all. Trust me I know how you feel this is the first time I ever won a match so I know all to well how losing feels." I told him. CMaybe but it still sucks. I coulda beat that kid. I just dont know what the heck happened." he said looking down. I wasnt sure what to say to him and it was making me feel bad to see the kid so bumbed. I sat down next to him as he pulled his singlet down to his hips leaving his chest bare. I couldnt help but look at his firm little tummy and chest. I honestly wouldnt believe this kid was 11 if he wasnt the size he was. "Well I thought I saw your left foot slip when you had him down. Maybe it was your shoe or something." I said of course lieing to try to make him feel better. "Really? I never thought about that. Maybed next time I'll try wrestling bare foot and see how that works for me." he said. Some of the guys on the team did wrestle bare foot but I preffered to wear shoes. Paul seemed to feel a little better after my little fib so he stood up and slid his singlet the rest of the way off. I couldnt help but look at the lunp in the front of his under shorts where his pecker would be. He caught me looking which embarrassed the hell out of me bet he just blushed and laguhed a little. "Sorry I didnt mean to look. It was just... there." I said referring to his pecker being right in front of me. "It's ok I dont care if you dont." he rplied. That took a l ittle pressure off my embarrassment knowing he wasnt mad at me for looking at his package. I got up and went over to my own locker to change out of my own gear as I got a glimpse of Paul and some of the others taking their under shorts off. I have seen a few of the guys dicks already but not Pauls. I guess I had just never notcied or got lucky anough before, but today wasnt going to be the day. He stood facing away from me till he pulled his scooby doo boxers on but I got to see his tight little buns. I changed as fast as I could and got out of there before my little buddy in my under wear got me in trouble. Mom and Paul Sr went out again that night and apparently hit it off well. He had taken her to dinner then dancing. I stood at the door looking out as he walked her to the door. My heart nearly sank as I saw her kiss him good night. It wasnt just a peck on the cheek but a full on open mouth spit swap. My heart started racing and my breathign got rapid. I broke out oin a sweat and I couldnt help it, I was having an anxiety attack. Mom walked in smiling and looked happy till she saw me sitting on the couch. "Kayle honey are you ok?" she asked as she kcked her heels off and ran over to me. "Cant breathe." I huffed out as I shook my head. She ran and got my pills and I gobbled one down after chewing it up to make it kick in faster. After about 10 minutes I could feel myself calming dwon some. Mom took my pulse every couple minutes to make sure I was ok. She wiped the cold sweat off my face and stayed beside me the whole time. I was now laying down on the couch feeling better. "What brought this one on?" she asked me about the attack. "Promise you wont be mad?" I asked and she nodded yes. "I saw you and caoch kiss outside and I freaked out." I admitted. She sighed heavilly and looked down for a second. "Honey I think now is the best time to tell you this sice you have calmed down some and you have your medicine in you. The thing is, well... Kayle please, please dont be mad at me for this, but I think that Paul and I are in love." she said. As soon as she said it my hear rate sky rocketed and I began to breath fast again. Next thing I knew everything went black. I wole up some time later looking up at a dim light and hearing the beeping sound of a heart monitor. I opened m eyes more and began to look around. "Mom? Mom? You there?" I mumbled. "He's awake!" I heard mom say almost frantically. "Where am I mom?" I mumbled again. "Relax honey you'r in the hospital. You had a sever anxiety attack and20passed out on me last night." mom told me. It took me a few minutes to shake away the cob webs but I got my witts about me and sat up. When I did in noticed coach sitting in a chair close to my bed. I smiled weakly at hi then looked to mom. "What happened ?" I asked. "You had an attack last night. Probly one of the worst ones ever I'd say." she replied. "You gave us a scare Kayle. You should be ok now the doctor says you'll be fine." coach said. Just then a doctor walked in wearing a long white coat and carrying a clipboard. He fliped through it for a minute before speaking to us. "Well young man seems you suffer fromanxiety? And you are taking anti-depressants, well I believe we may want to try a different course for you." he told us. He wrote down some things in the paper work then walked back out of the room. A few minutes later a nurse came in and told us what was up. "Ok it looks like the doctor wants you to try a new medication for your anxiety. Here is the prescription for those, and as soon as a guardian signs this you can go home." she said looking to mom and coach. I guess she didnt know he wasnt my dad but mom signed the paperwork and the nurse left after giving mom my copies. I got out of bed feeling a little sore but ok besdies that and to my embarrassment I only had on one of those hospital gowns. Mom took my blushing as a hint to turn around so I could at least get my undies on. I hurridly got dressed so she could look again. As we were walking to towards the exit Paul Jr came walking out of the gift shop with a baloon that said get well soon on it. He smiled when he saw me and handed it to me. "How ya feelin Kayle?" he asked. "I'll live I guess." I replied. The four of us walked out together and wen to get in seperate cars. Paul Jr and I got in our parents car and watched as my mom and his dad said goodbye in their own way. Once again mom was kissing him and I felt my heart start to take off again. This time I cosed my eyes and just concentrated on breathing. That seemed to lower my heart rate a bit till mom got in the car. The ride home was pretty quite and when I got home I went straight back to bed. Over the next month mom and coach went out on several more dates and it seemed like they were gettign even closer. Coach tried gettign to know me better but I guess the memory of my dad and brother caused me to shut him out. Paul Jr had started to hang around closer to me in the locker room and at our wrestling meets and I didnt really know why. It was now gettign to be late October and Halloween was just around the corner. I had20decided to go trick or treating for the last time this year. I just felt I was gettign too old for it. Paul Jr showed great interest when I told him I was going. He even went as far as to ask if he could go with me. I didnt really mind so I agreed he could go with me and a few friends, but that was a week away. Today was friday and when I got home from school I was informed that mom and I were going to Dinner with big Paul and Paul Jr. they arrived at 6 pm on the dot and were dressed up nicely. I only had on my normal clothes, nothing formal, so had to go change when I saw what they were wearing. He took us all to a nice restaurant and we all ate like kings. The ride home Paul Jr and I talked about what costumes we were going to be wearing next week while the adults talked about their own thing. Mom invited the Paul's inside for a bit before they went home since it was friday night. They sat on the couch and talked while I showed Paul Jr my room and stuff. He was fascinated that I had all the neat stuff I had in my room, you know my own tv and computer and things, and he told me he didnt have those of his own. We went back down to the living room and saw mom and Paul Sr sitting on the couch holding hands and smiling a mile wide. "Boys sit down a second please. We got something to tell you." mom told us. After we sat down they went on. "Well as you boys know we have been dating for some time now and we have some news to tell you." Paul Sr told us. "Boys Paul has asked me to marry him and I have accepted." Mom said. Once again I felt my heart begin to race and I felt like I was suffocating. "Really?! You guys are gettign married?! Cool!" Paul Jr said happily. They looked at me then and I half smiled before I remember passing out again. "Kayle! Kayle! Come on honey please wake up." I heard my moms voice say as she was softly patting my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the three of them hovering over me. Mom gave me a pill of my new prescription and I swallowed it. I sat up and got my witts again and they seemd worried. "You ok Kayle?" Paul Jr asked. "Yeah dude it's just this thing that happens to me sometimes." I replied. I wasnt sure if what I heard was real or not but I knew my head was hurting now. All I wanted to do was go lay down and let the pain die away in my sleep. I got up and went to go to my room and Paul Jr followed me. "Something you need dude?" I asked. "Uh no not really. It's just I thought I better make sure you make it to bed ok." he replied. I rubbed the top of his20head making him smile to show thanks for thinking about me. I stripped my dress clothes off and just tossed them not caring right now where they landed. I sat down on my bed in my undies and then mom walked in. "I thought you were sleeping over Paul?" she said. I had totally forgotten in all the confusion of the evening that he had asked me to stay over. I hadnt made any preparations for him to stay and I felt bad now for forgetting. I could see the look in his eyes he was a little disappointed. "Thats ok I think Kayle needs some rest tonight. Maybe next time." Paul said making me feel even worse. "No, no. if I said he could then it's cool i'll be ok mom. He can stay if he wants to." I said rubbing my eyes. "Really? You dont care?" he asked excitedly. "Nah I dont care." I said yawning. Mom left the room then and I had to explain that I hadnt made any preparations for a sleepover. "Ok dude the thing is there's not any where for you to sleep eally beside in bed with me." I told him. "that's ok I dont mind if you dont." he replied with a smile. I could tell he was happy now that I decided to let him stay over even though I felt like death. "Ok dude I dont know about you but I'm tired as hell and i'm going to sleep. If you're ready for bed then I guess you should get ready to sleep. I sleep in my undies i'm sure you can tell already. I dont know about what you wear but it's up to you." I explained. Not to my sirprise and to my delight a little he stripped to his tight boxer briefs and laid down next to me in bed. It was a good thing I had the covers over my already cus as soon as I saw him stripping I got hard. This was in a sort a dream come true and a curse for me. It was the first time I had ever slept in the same bed with another boy besides my brother and I thought he was cute. To make matters worse this kid was going to be my step brother in the future. The feeling of his bare skin against mine as we lay in the bed drove me wild. The warmth of his skin felt so nice to me. It brought back fond memories of my brother and me form years back when we had our fun together. I had no idea if Paul was into anything like that so I didnt dare try to initiate anythign sexual with him. I simply closed my eyes with the vision of Chris' smiling face in my mind and fell asleep. Paul was soon to follow as he dozed off a few minutes later. I was awokedn by a noise somtime later in the night and I sort of scared me at first. Like I said before I am a semi- heavy sleeper and it took a lot to wake me. This was a banging noise that scare dme at first because I thought some one was trying to break in our house. "You awake Kayle?" Paul whispered. "Yeah. What is that noise?" I whispered back. Just as I asked that question it was answered for me. The banging continued a little faster now and I could hear my mom moaning. It scared me at first because I thought she was in trouble. I wen to get out of bed to go see what was going on when Paul Jr grabbed my arm. "Stop and listen." he whispered. I did as he said and I ten heard mom moaning louder and saying "Oh Paul" over and over. "Oh my god he stayed over to and they were having sex!" I thought to myslef. Anxiety kicked in again and I felt my blood begin to race. It was different this time though, I was pissed. "How could she?!" I thought to myself. "How could she dishonor dad like that?" I kept asking myself. The more I laid there and listened the louder they got and the madder I got. "Hehe loud arent they." Paul whispered in a giggle. "Too fucking loud." I snapped back loudly hoping they would hear me. To no avail they kept on banging the headboard off the wall and moans of "Oh Paul" and "Fuck me harder" kept ringing through the house. At the climax I thought the h ouse was going to shake apart as the bed was banging off the wall and I heard Paul Sr say "Oh yeah" really loudly. Little Paul had his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I on the other hand didnt think it was funny at all. I just sat there and stewed over having to hear them. For some reason my bedmate thought it was awesome. He een pulled the cover back to show me his tented undies. "i get like that when ever I hear stuff like that." he whispered. As much as I would lover to take hold of that 3-1/2 or so looking boner I couldnt. He just covered back up and I rolled over to try to go back to sleep. I guess we dozed back off sometime later and the next thign I knew it was day light. I woke up with Paul laying half on top of me with his arm draped over my chest and his legs intangled with mine. It felt nice but I didnt want him to wake up to us being lke that and I damn sre didnt want one of our parents to see us. I felt something sticking me in the thigh and at first I wasnt sre what it was, then it hit me. It was his hard dick poking me. I pulled the blanket off me slowly so not to wake him and tried to gently slide out form under him. That's when I noticed that he had slid his undies off sometime durring the night and he was now naked. Feeling that I wanst under him any more he rolled over onto his back with out waking up. His boner was now sticking straight up for me to enjoy looking at. It had a perfect shape to it I thought. Around 3-1/2 inches long, as thick as my thunb roughly, and had a perctly shaped mushroom head on it. I felt my mouth begin to water and my own dick spring to life in my undies. I had seen him naked a bunch of times in the locker rooms but not like this. I wanted nothing more than to open my mouth and sink his shaft inside and suck on it for him. Good thing I had a high level of self control over such things. Instead of sucking him I covered him back up and walked quietly to the bathroom to take a shower and take care of my stiff problem. Should i keep this story going? let me know what you readers think please. if you dont like it then please keep the negative messages to yourself. id rather not get a message then get negative ones.