From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 15 Apr 1996 14:44:36 UTC Subject: Brothers & Lovers The following is an erotic short story involving teenage males. It is a fictional story dreamed up by the writer's overactive imagination and is not intended to resemble any real situation. However, the idea of teenage males having sex with each other is something that we all know happens a lot in this world. Only the ignorant will try to deny it. You may distribute this story electronically as you wish with this header intact, and you can print out one copy for your personal use, but any other publication of this material will require the author's written consent. This story is one in a series dealing with the same family of brothers. Each story is basically intended to stand on its own without having too much overlap, but if you miss one and would like a copy, you'll have to appeal to the net community at large to repost stories you miss. I don't have the time to answer all requests for back issues. I barely have time to write these stories. As always, comments and encouragement are welcome. Now, enjoy! Now you've met the brothers. You know what they like to do. Here are more of their adventures. Brothers & Lovers V Sometimes I feel like a chauffeur around my house. I'm always running one of my brothers one place or another. It's not that I really mind it all that much, but it does take away from my own free time. Ginny, my girlfriend, and I had been running around after school doing some shopping, and I picked up my pay check. I'd finally gotten my cast off on Monday, so I'd taken a few days off to get my arm back into a little better shape. Then I had to drop Ginny off at her house because Derek needed to be picked up. Our parents had parent/teacher conferences that night, so they couldn't pick him up from his Science Club meeting. When I showed up at the junior high, I could see Derek standing inside the window entry way of the school by himself. He came out when I pulled up and got in the car. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I answered. And that was the extent of our conversation. I've never really understood Derek all that well. He's into all these intellectual things and never really says much. I don't really have much of a problem with that, it's not bad to be smart, but I just never really know what to talk to him about, and he probably feels the same way. When we got home there was a note from Mom. She'd left us dinner in the refrigerator, so we heated this up and ate it while we watched TV. We watched another show after we finished eating and then Derek disappeared upstairs. When he didn't return after the first commercial I figured he was up there to stay. Sometimes I wonder what he does up there all the time. I guess he spends a lot of time reading and doing his homework, but that can't be all that goes on up there. As I continued to watch TV, my curiosity started to get the better of me and I found it hard to concentrate as I wondered what Derek was up to. Since nobody else was home, I decided now was the best time to go take a look. Leaving the TV on, I lightly padded to the stairs and perked up my ears for any sound of activity upstairs. I could hear some music playing softly, and as I continued to listen I could make out a Hootie and the Blowfish song. I slowly started up the carpeted stairs and stopped halfway as I heard an announcers voice come on at the end of the song. Suddenly his voice got louder, and a crack of light spilled out into the dark hallway. Derek had opened the doorway, and if he was headed down my way I would have to hurry up and get out of my crouched position and pretend like I'd be walking normally up the stairs. But he didn't. I walked up a few more and caught sight of Derek's bare white behind slipping into our parent's bedroom. He was completely naked and running around the upstairs! He was up to something interesting, I realized as I stifled a chuckle at catching him like this. I continued to stay in the shadows so I could find out what he was doing in their bedroom. I didn't have to wait long before Derek was running out of their room and down the hallway carrying a white bottle in his hand. "What have you got there?" I asked as he reached his doorway. Derek visibly shuddered and then froze, his eyes blinded by the light coming from his doorway, searching me out. I could see his naked body perfectly in this light with the light dusting of dark hairs on his legs and arms and the thick pubic bush at the base of his very erect penis. His hands dropped to cover his erection as he sputtered out an answer. "Oh, uh...Seth...I was just--" "You've got Mom's hand lotion," I observed. "Yeah, I've got some dry skin. I just--" It all came into place for me then. I knew exactly what area he intended to use it on and the idea was making my crotch warm. This could definitely be fun. "Why don't we do it together?" I asked, walking closer and pushing his door open further. "You, ah, have...dry skin too?" Derek asked, blushing even deeper. "Yeah, right. Me too," I said, chuckling. I went into his room and started pulling off my shirt. I dropped it on Caine's bed and then turned to watch Derek. His cheeks had started returning to their normal color and he was closing the door. I noticed his erection had gone down a little bit. As I unbuttoned my pants though, I watched it again grow to its full size. Soon I was standing as naked as Derek and my own cock was rising in anticipation of what Derek had planned. "I've never done it using lotion before," I said. "Does it feel better?" Derek nodded. He still seemed nervous and was still standing by the door looking around as if he wasn't sure what he'd gotten into. "C'mon, bring it over," I urged, going to sit on his neatly made bed. He walked over to me then, holding out the bottle. I took it from him and opened it. "How much do you use?" I asked. Derek shrugged. "Not too much. Just depends on how it feels." "Why don't you do it first, so I can see." I handed the bottle back over. Derek looked at me first and then glanced away after meeting my eyes. He poured out a little into his right palm and then closed the bottle. I could see the red returning to his cheeks as he wrapped his fist around his erection, but after a couple strokes it disappeared again. I drizzled a little white lotion into my palm and then followed Derek's example. As the smooth creamy lotion seeped into my dick, my stroking became more fluid and my dick became slicker. It was a whole new sensation with that thin slippery layer between my palm and cock. My dick started tingling much faster than usual, and I could go faster on it without any problem. I watched Derek jerk himself off and experimented with my strokes as he would. I went farther up to my head until just my pinky circled the head and then I'd fall back down to the base. Occasionally I'd rub the head in circles against my palm which felt great too with the lotion between. As the slickness started to fade, I grabbed the lotion and let some more fall onto my cock. I rubbed this in and asked Derek if he needed some more. He nodded so I squeezed a dollop out onto the head of his thin cock. Then we were back at work on our stroking as the pleasure continued to mount. I was now a speed demon, pumping it for all it was worth. My hand was a blur between my thighs, and I started to breathe harder as I worked. Watching Derek made me even hotter. I could see he was getting as close as I was. His hand was driving up and down on his dick while the other one pinched his left nipple. Then he let out a sharp grunt and I watched as the semen shot from his cock up onto the bed between us and then another couple shots onto his hand. My crotch exploded in fire then, and I was shooting stringy cum on the bed and myself. We started cleaning up then, and I thought to myself that Derek and I might not be all that different after all. At least we had this one thing in common. Of course we wouldn't be talking about it at the dinner table, but tonight I felt closer to him.