Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:04:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot Subject: Ben and Me 2 Ben and me 2 (Gay/Youth/Incest) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that contains 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. Thanks to everyone who emailed me after the first chapter of Ben and Me (and thanks for the pics of you enjoying my story too!). It really seemed to have struck a chord with a lot of people! J x Copyright 2007 Jamie Whatnot. Copyright of this work remains with the author. FROM that morning in our bedroom when I'd wanked off in Ben's bed while sniffing his briefs, I was hooked. I mean it was getting ridiculous - it wasn't just a case of me waiting until he'd left the room in the mornings, I found myself grabbing a pair out of the laundry basket and locking myself in the bathroom while I knocked one out down the toilet pan. A couple of days I even threw a sickie from school just so I could stay home and beat my meat raw. Ok, they were actually days where I found Ben had used his pants as a cum rag, and so there was even more incentive to have fun while I rubbed my tongue against the damp patch, tasting the salty, musky residue of my brother's semen. I'd been doing this for a couple of months when things in our lives took a dramatic turn. It was a Friday night and my dad had been away on one of his business trips for a couple of days and was due to return on Saturday morning. I got home from school to find a note from mum saying that Ben had been rushed to hospital that afternoon, that I wasn't to worry and that he was okay. At about 5.30pm, mum rang from the hospital. "You alright, sweetheart?" "Yeah, everything's cool. What's happened to Ben?" "He fell from one of those horse things during PE this afternoon. He's down in x-ray but the doctor thinks he's definitely broken his right arm and it looks as though he's dislocated his left shoulder." "Ouch!" "Can you make yourself something to eat and we'll be back as soon as we can. If dad rings, tell him I'll call him tonight." "Will do." Suddenly I began to miss my little brother and so I wandered upstairs and lay on his bed. Ben's smell was thick in that part of the room, a scent of cheap deodorant and my brother's own private, slightly musty. I shut my eyes and let it penetrate my nostrils. Before I knew it, images of Ben's cock and balls, with their scant, dark orange frame flew across my mind's eye. It had been only last night that I'd watched from my bed as my brother returned from his bath and sat on his own bed - right on the spot where I was now curled up - with his legs apart and his developing tackle on full display, peeping cheekily from under the tiny towel around his waist. Because mum hadn't been there to nag me, I was still wearing my school clothes and, as I thought of Ben almost naked, I could feel my own cock swelling inside my grey trousers. Idly, I fondled the thickening length through the material and knew that, despite being worried about what was happening to Ben at the hospital, this scene could only end in me blowing a hot, sticky load. As usual, Ben's undies from the previous day were dumped on the floor next to his bed and I picked up the flimsy dark blue wad. I smiled to myself as I recognised the musty smell of stale cum and felt the cool dampness between my fingers. Obviously my little bro had enjoyed a wank either last night after I'd gone to sleep, or this morning while I was in the shower. Come to think of it, he was looking a bit flushed when he wandered into the bathroom for a piss as I was drying off. As I had done at least a hundred times before in the past months, I raised the soiled skivvies to my nose with my left hand and inhaled deeply. My right hand was busy pulling down my zip and fishing my rock hard cock out of my boxers. By the time mum arrived home at 9pm, I'd shot two loads of cum into the underwear and dropped them into the laundry basket. She confirmed the doctor's diagnosis. "Your brother's also got a small concussion, so they've kept him in overnight," she said, wearily. "Chris, I need you to help me out tomorrow. Your dad'll be home at midday and I've a ton of stuff to do. Can you go to the hospital first thing and stay with Ben 'til we get there? They should be releasing him some time late morning." "Yeah, no problem." I answered lightly. Next morning I was up and fed by nine, eager to see Ben again. Mum gave me money to get a taxi to the hospital. I found myself bounding along the corridor to the ward where I'd been told Ben was staying. I turned the corner and was faced by a set of double doors. "Can I help you?" asked a good-looking male nurse on the reception desk, as he went through someone's notes. "Um... I'm Looking for Ben McEwan?" "Are you his brother?" he said, looking at me through narrowed eyes. "Yes. I'm Chris." The hunk smiled and showed a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. "I thought so - you're very much alike. He's in there," he nodded towards a small side ward. "Children's ward was full. The other guy was discharged last night. Ben'll be glad of the company - he's been looking a bit sorry for himself since he woke up." "Hey fuckwit!" I said, standing in the doorway. I was shocked by what I saw. Ben was laying on top of the bed in his PE shorts and t-shirt, his right arm in a plaster cast, the left strapped securely to his side, and a bandage around his head. "Wow! Return of the Mummy or what" I squealed. Ben was obviously in a lot of pain because he didn't even react, he just looked up at me and smiled unconvincingly. "Hiya, Chris," he said in a tiny voice. "I hurt myself." I immediately felt sorry for my little bro. We weren't a particularly "huggy" family but at that moment I wanted to put my arms around him. That wasn't possible so I went over and sat next to his bed and took hold of his hand. It felt a bit odd but the right thing to do. In my jeans, the sight of Ben's bare legs was having an effect on my cock, which thickened in response. "Mum and dad will be here as soon as dad gets home. Can I get you anything?" "No thanks," Ben said, "Um... oh yeah - I need a bottle." "No probs. I saw a little shop place on the way in. Coke okay?" Despite his pain, Ben laughed at my stupidity. "No...a BOTTLE!" he said, "To pee in. I need a pee!" "Oh. Er, ok. Hang on a minute. There was someone outside. I'll ask him." I went to the door but the nurse had disappeared from the reception desk. Other than a row of beds filled with elderly men, there was nobody around. I turned back to Ben. "You'll have to wait. There's no-one here." Ben looked cross. "I can't wait. I need to go NOW! There's a loo on the other side of the ward. I can use that." "I don't think you should go without asking someone first," I argued. Ben slowly got off the bed, wincing in agony. "I went last night. Mum took me. Nobody said anything." I shrugged. "Okay, then. I'll walk over with you, though." Slowly, Ben and I walked the length of the ward, past the beds of old men, until we came to a door. It wasn't easy for me because I still had the remnants of a healthy hard-on tenting the front of my jeans. I turned the handle and walked in ahead of my brother. Inside was a toilet, hand basin and a bath with one of those hoist things. "I'll leave you to it," I said once he was safely inside. "I'll wait outside the door." "You can't, "Ben said. "You need to help me." I was taken aback for a second or two. What was he talking about - "help him"? Then I realised that with the plaster-cast on one arm and the other strapped up, Ben was unable to do the most basic tasks unaided... like get his willy out for a wee. I could feel myself blushing to my roots. I'd dreamt about this moment but was flustered when it finally arrived. I decided the best way was to be nonchalant. "Ok then," I said, "Let's get this over with." I locked the door and turned to Ben, who was by now standing in front of the toilet pan. Positioning myself behind my brother, I pulled his PE shorts down to around his thighs. Underneath he was wearing a familiar pair of pale blue briefs - familiar, because I'd wanked off into them on more than one occasion. I reached around the front and pulled the elasticated waistband of his undies out and underneath his tackle. I could feel his soft cock and balls brush against my hand as I did so and my hard-on returned with a vengeance. "Go on, then." I said in a small voice, "Get on with it." "I can't," Ben replied, "Do it properly." "What do you mean?" "This isn't the way I do it," he explained. "Pull my pants down and pull the skin back on my thing." My heart leapt. "Are you sure... you want me to touch it?" "If you don't," Ben said anxiously, "there'll be a mess." So, I did as I was asked and pulled my brother's briefs down to join his shorts. Then, gingerly I reached around and took his flaccid dick in my right hand and retracted the foreskin. "Is that better?" I asked? "Yes." Ben said, and I was sure I felt his little cock twitch in my hand as a strong stream of piss jetted out of the head and into the pan. He must have been holding it in for a while because there seemed to be gallons of it. Slowly, the stream subsided and Ben let out a sigh. "That's better," he said. "I needed that." "Come on," I told him, "let's get you sorted out and back to bed." I gave his dick a little shake to get the last drops off but suddenly, I realised that my brother's cock was no longer a wrinkled little thing in my hand. It had grown and was almost fully hard. I spun him around, letting go of the turgid 4". "What do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed. "For fuck's sake, Ben!" Ben looked sheepishly up at me. "I...I'm sorry!" he said. "I didn't mean for that to happen." I smiled and realised that my own cock was hard in my boxers too. "That's okay. I'd probably get a stiffy if someone was holding my stuff too." I answered. Ben started giggling. "Looks like someone has." he said, nodding towards my denim tent. "So... we can't stand in here all day. Is it going to go down soon?" Ben shook his head and I was sure I could see a glint in his eye. "No, I don't think so. What we going to do?" We looked at each other for a moment. "Oh fucking come here!" I said and squatted down in front of him. My brother's hard cock and bright red pubes were level with my face and for a moment I think he thought his luck was in. But I wasn't ready to go that far yet. I took the stiff rod in my hand and started stroking it, pushing his foreskin back past the head. "That's a nice dick, you've got there, bro!" I said, tugging away on it. My tongue poked out of the corned of my mouth with the concentration. Ben's eyes were tight shut. "Tha.. thanks!" he gasped. I noticed that Ben's ball sac was beginning to move up, much as I did when I was getting close. "Can you do it faster?" he begged. "Ok." And I started to move my hand even more violently along his length. "It's going to cum soon." "Oh yes." I answered, "I can tell." My left hand went to cup his smooth balls as I sensed things coming to a head. "Down the toilet!" Ben hissed. "Let me turn around!" I looked up at him and, for the first time, realised the intensity of the love - and lust - I felt for my younger brother. "No need..." I said and clamped my mouth over the head of his cock, just as the first shot of cum erupted from it, hitting the back of my throat. Several shots and swallows later, Ben relaxed and sat back on the edge of the bathtub. "That was... amazing!" he panted. "Yes, it was," I answered, "but it's to be just our secret, ok? Just me helping out my little bro?" "What about you?" Ben asked thoughtfully, indicating my own bulge. I smiled at him secretly. "Oh we can do something about that when we get home..." As we left the bathroom, the nurse I'd met in reception was walking down the ward towards us. "What are you two up to then?" he asked. "I needed a wee," Ben replied. "My brother took care of me." The male nurse looked directly at me with his huge brown eyes. "Yes, I bet he'd be really good at taking care of people," he said. "Maybe he should look at a career in nursing. Right, back to bed - the doctor's on her way around." And that's how my life with Ben went from fantasy to reality. Things changed quite a bit for us after that stay in hospital... To be continued...(?) If you would like to be added to a BLIND mailing list (ie, nobody gets to see your address) for possible subsequent chapters of this story, please email me.