Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:22:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot Subject: ben-and-me 1 Ben and me 1 (Gay/Youth/Incest) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of fictional stories that involves gay sexual encounters between brothers. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now. All constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you. Copyright 2007 Jamie Whatnot. Copyright of this work remains with the author. OKAY, I want to make something clear before we start, okay? I never meant for any of the stuff that happened with me and Ben to happen. I mean, after all, he's my brother, right? It all started off being just a bit of innocent fun. Right, a bit about us for a start. My name's Chris and I've just turned 18. I'm tall like my Dad - 6'2" in my bare feet. I'm fair haired, like mum, and pretty solidly built. My mum and dad have never really taken much notice of whether or not I've taken an interest in girls, which is probably a good thing as it's usually other guys who have got my 7" cock twitching. Like most guys my age it's usually half hard most of the time but the first sight of a cute guy and it's up and dribbling. I entered puberty early. I was only about 10 or so when I realised that by stroking my hard little dick I could bring about an amazing feeling that sent electricity right through my body. I used to share a room with my younger brother, Chris, when we lived at our old house. I remember staying awake at night so that after he'd fallen asleep, I could reach under the duvet, pull my little stiffy out of my boxers and give it a fantastic wank. One night just after my eleventh birthday, I was tugging away in the dark when something went horribly wrong (or right!). As my - to date - dry orgasm racked my young body, there was a sudden spasm that I'd never felt before and I could suddenly feel a wet sensation down there. Now I should mention that I was a bit of a quiet kid. I had a couple of computer nerd friends but where we lived was out in the sticks, so there was none of the usual sex-play that goes on. Oh my dad had explained the mechanics of how babies were made out of a book the year before but I knew nothing about wanking or cum or anything like that. Anyway, the night it happened for the first time I lay there in the dark thinking I'd wanked it too hard and snapped something. In a panic I ran to the bathroom and pulled the light cord. You can't imagine my relief to find my cock and hand weren't covered with blood but something else entirely. Not the sticky, white substance that I'd come (no pun intended) to know and love so well in the years since, but a kind of clear, slick substance. Proud as anything, I crept back into the bedroom, past Ben, who was snoring gently, and slid back under the duvet. From that night on I wanked at least four or five a day. I still do, though perhaps not quite so frequently. My brother Ben couldn't be more different than me. For a start he has the reddest hair you've ever seen. He's three years younger than me, about 5'8" but really slender. When my family moved house a couple of years ago, we finally got our own rooms but before that I'd become fascinated with my frequent glimpses of Ben's dick which, even when he was 12, seemed to be growing out of all proportion with the rest of him. I have to admit that when we shared a room and I hit puberty, I used to get a kick out of deliberately showing my cock off to my younger bro. Not fully hard or anything - although it often wasn't far from it! - but just a little flash as I was getting out of bed and it was poking down the leg of my boxers, or coming back after having had a shower. If all this wasn't bad enough, I've always had a bit of a thing about guys' underwear. I don't know what it is but it fascinates me. There's not a night gone by when I haven't lain in bed thinking about my school friends, cousins, etc, and what kind of skivvies they were wearing, how their cocks were tucked inside getting hard periodically throughout the day. I've always preferred boxer-briefs for daywear and cotton boxers for sleeping in. I've never seen Ben in anything other than little briefs - sometimes a bit TOO little, if you know what I mean. It was a real bummer when mum brought him home a couple of packs of briefs that actually fitted him without the base of his cock peeking out. My school days were brilliant. After I'd discovered my love of guys' pants in my eleventh year, I spent every moment I could in the changing rooms, often faking an injury so that a note from my mum would mean I'd be left there where I could indulge my fetish to its full. As soon as my classmates were out on the pitch or in the gym, I'd start rifling through bags looking for pants to enjoy. Of course, a lot of the lads wore their pants under their sports kit but, occasionally, one would be the proud owner of a jockstrap that a healthy dose of emerging testosterone would force them to show off to everyone else. This meant that the boxers or briefs they'd been wearing all morning were usually tucked into a side pocket. I'd snatch these and run to the toilets, tearing open my own grey flannel trousers often before I'd made it to the cubicle. Once inside, my cock would spring out of my boxerbriefs and I'd spend a good half hour tugging on it while holding the crotch of my classmate's pants up to my nose. This inevitably had me shooting a heavy load down the toilet pan with a grunt. I thought a few times about taking the pants home with me but when the owner realised they weren't there and raised the alarm, and with me being the only likely suspect, that really wouldn't have been a good idea. It was two three years ago when I was 15 and Ben was just turned 12 when I first started noticing him in anything more than a fraternal light. I mean he'd been wanking for about six months and I knew he did it and he knew I did it and sometimes we'd be doing it there in the dark of our room but each pretending he couldn't hear the other. I knew that the sound of rhythmic rustling of fist against duvet on the other side of the room was exciting to me but I had no idea if Ben was getting the same thrill. Things really began one Saturday morning. I'd woken early but decided to lay there and doze in bed. I was supposed to be playing football but it had been cancelled the night before. Ben woke not long after me and, after a few minutes, leapt out of bed in his t-shirt and briefs and headed for the bathroom for a pee. I wasn't looking at it particularly but I couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge in his pants as he padded across the room. Ben was gone for some time and I could hear the shower running along the hallway. Smirking to myself, I thought I'd take the opportunity to knock out a quick one while I was alone, so I reached into my boxers and took a firm grip on my stiffening rod. Fifteen minutes later, and despite trying out a couple of my favourite wank fantasies, I was still rock hard but nowhere near blowing my wad. Then, just as I thought I might be getting somewhere, the door swung open and Ben sauntered in with a bath- sheet wrapped around his waist and his night-clothes scrunched up into a bundle in his arm. "Off somewhere special?" "No, why?" he asked. "You've had a shower and your birthday was two weeks ago!" I laughed. Ben flicked me the finger and threw his clothes at me. I batted them away and they landed in a heap on the floor between our beds. "I'm going into town with mum to buy some new clothes." he said as he dried off and pulled some clean briefs, white socks, and a t-shirt out of his drawer. "Lucky you!" I sniggered, remembering in my own dreaded shopping trips where I was stuck into ridiculous-looking clothes and pulled and prodded every which way. Ben was standing side on to me as slipped into the crisp, white briefs. I was amazed at the size of my little bro's cock, even flaccid, and I noticed at the base of it a light dusting of bright red hair. Ben pulled on the jeans he'd worn the day before and headed for the door. "Later, loser!" he shouted and flicked me the finger again. I heard the front door slam as mum and Ben left. Our dad always worked on Saturday mornings, so I knew that I wouldn't be disturbed with what I had planned. I jumped out of bed and foraged in our enormous closet. Up on the top shelf where Ben couldn't reach and hidden in a box of old comics, I salvaged the magazine I'd lifted from the Asian newsagents two streets away. I went back to bed and pulled my boxers down to my knees. My cock was already thickening at the sight of the half-naked hunk on the front cover and was practically up against my belly button by the time I'd gotten a couple of pages in. Page after page of semi-hard cock assaulted my senses. Most of the models were so big that they looked as though they had hard-ons anyway, and they all seemed to be in their late teens with not much body hair, even around their packages, where the hair had been trimmed back to almost nothing. It wasn't the first gay mag I'd had - I'd found a couple dumped in a hedge the year before (sudden attack of guilt by the owner?) and they were REALLY hard-core with raging erections, puckered bum holes, and mouths full of thick cock and everything. Down below, my fingers were getting really busy with the sticky end of my turgid willy. I'd pulled my long foreskin right back behind the glans and the head was a deep purple colour as my orgasm approached. As I pulled away, I realised that the cum rag sock that I usually shot into was in the linen basket on the other side of the room next to the door. I looked around for a substitute. I could have just finished off in my boxers but I didn't fancy having sticky balls while I ate my breakfast. My eyes rested on Ben's heap of crumpled clothing and I reached over and grabbed the first thing that came to hand - his briefs... By this time I was so far gone that I had no need for the magazine and closed my eyes as I could feel the pressure building in my tight balls. With my free hand, I grabbed the briefs and held them ready to catch the flying spunk. Then something weird happened. Out of my half-closed eyes, I spotted the cotton underwear in my hand, the inside crotch of which was slightly discoloured with my brother's pee and pre-cum (and probably a little bit of cum too!). From the end of my own cock a large blob of pre-cum emerged, which I dabbed up with the crotch of Ben's undies. It glistened and soaked into the cotton and I had a sudden overwhelming urge to taste my own pre-cum. Gingerly, I lifted the briefs up to my mouth and stuck my tongue out a little. I mean these were my brother's worn briefs I was about to lick out, for Crissake, but I really didn't care. The taste was dizzying. After I lapped at the soiled cotton the first time I was hooked like they were the biggest, nastiest drug ever invented. As my hand moved faster on my cock, I buried my nose deep in the pants and inhaled. Ben's scent was overpowering and only fuelled my wanking frenzy. Within seconds, I could feel the cum rising in my balls and, before I knew it, it was too late to do anything but lay back and let nature take its course. My throbbing cock did its telltale somersault that I recognised so well from my previous wanking sessions. I wrapped my brother's briefs around the end and grunted as I delivered a powerful load of teen cream into the crotch of my little brother's briefs. I closed my eyes and lay back as my wilting cock continued twitching in the dampness it had caused. I grinned the biggest shit-eating grin ever as I realised what I'd done. But at the same time I couldn't help feeling just a little guilty. The sticky undies were tossed into the laundry basket as I got out of bed and headed to the shower. As I left our bedroom, I suddenly got the strangest feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild adventure for me. Secretly I was hoping that Ben would at some point be joining me. To be continued... 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