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! Brothers & Lovers VII The Crush I hated gym class with a passion. It was the only class I had trouble getting a good grade in. Everything physical was so unfamiliar to me. I could never get my body to throw the football right, or catch a pass in basketball, or kick the soccer ball into the net. I just didn't get all that stuff. So that made things rough on me, and I guess that's why I got teased a lot in the class. These three kids: Randy, Chris, and Jim, never let a class period go by without saying something mean to me. I really hated gym class. "Hey, you faggot," Randy yelled at me from a few lockers down. We were changing out of our gym clothes to get ready for the next class. I just steeled myself against his comments keeping in mind that I would soon be able to leave the lockerroom and another day of gym behind me. I continued to slowly peel off my shirt and pretend to rummage around in my locker for something, so I could avoid taking a shower. I rarely ever took one because I was so afraid of being naked with my bullies. "Real good job dribbling today," Randy continued. I just kept ignoring him. Then he walked over to me in just his underwear. "Hey, didn't you hear me, faggot?" Randy asked, as he stood right behind me. I turned and just looked at him. "What?" I asked. "Your wrist too limp to bounce a ball?" Randy asked, flopping his own wrist around to make his point. I heard Chris and Jim chuckle behind me at his stupid joke. "I just don't like basketball," I mumbled. "Yeah, right. A good little nerd fag like yourself? I bet you like touching those big balls." Jim and Chris laughed even louder. "C'mon boys! Everyone in the showers!" Coach Weller shouted, clapping his hands. Randy backed off then with a little smirk. He peeled off his underwear and pranced off to the showers with his two buddies behind him. The three of them would have been pretty cute, I thought, if only they weren't so ugly inside. They all had nice athletic builds and they... I stopped in mid thought as the only bright spot to gym class came walking completely nude from the showerroom. His name was Nick Mathison, and he was completely beautiful to look at. He had very short light blond hair, clear piercing green eyes, a light complexion with reddish cheeks, and full sensual lips. He had a trim lean build like Caine, and (here I let my eyes slip to his uncovered groin) a tiny trail of pubic hair from his navel to the sparse reddish blond bush above his cock. And his cock...I never really thought that a big dick mattered to me, but his was so nice and perfect looking. So smooth, and I loved to watch the way it bounced slightly in front of him as he walked. I don't know when I first fell in love with him, but I'd had a crush on Nick Mathison for a long time now. I think my attraction to him just snuck up on me. Not only was he good looking, but he was smart, funny, kind, and he actually talked to me. My heart fluttered for a few seconds then as I turned away and finished getting ready for class. I had seen him naked again! It wasn't every gym period that I was lucky enough to catch him like that, so I savored every moment of it in my mind, etching it against my eyelids. When I was alone in my room that night, closing my eyes brought his beautiful body to mind again. I felt myself start to get hard at the image, and I ran my hand between my legs to massage my dick under my jeans. It grew to full attention, and I rubbed up and down on it. That was it, I had to get naked and beat off right then. My heart was already starting to race, and picturing Nick naked had gotten me too horny to go back. I quickly stripped totally bare and then went to the door. My parents and Jordan were downstairs, so I quickly peeked my head out to listen to make sure they were still there. After checking, I raced down the hall to my parents room. I loved the thrill of being naked and going around the house. My dick slapped up against my belly as I ran. I grabbed my mom's lotion from the nightstand and rushed back to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. Then I lay down on my bed, my heart racing even faster now, and popped the top on the bottle. Cool white liquid dribbled out on my hard dick, and then I closed the top and put the lotion on the bed next to me before I started working the white liquid into the smooth flesh of my cock. I closed my eyes and slowly started to stroke myself as I quickly slipped into a favorite fantasy I had about Nick... We had stayed late to pick up all the gym equipment from volleyball, and for some reason this time it had taken extra long, so the bell rang before we even had a chance to finish. Coach Weller said it wasn't a big deal. He just wrote us out a pass to keep us from getting in trouble and then told us to shower and get to class as quick as we could. Nick and I picked shower heads right next to each other in the empty showerroom, and slowly started to lather up our bodies. Just like in real life, I kept on sneaking peaks at Nick's sexy naked body whenever I thought he wasn't looking. Every time I'd look, it seemed like his dick was getting bigger until I took one more peak and saw his large cock sticking straight out in the biggest erection I'd ever seen. "Could you wash my back?" Nick asked. "Uh, sure," I answered. I took my soap and lathered my hands before cautiously starting to run them along his shoulders and then down the middle of his back. I ran my hands over and over his smooth back, making sure it got really clean, but the more I touched him, the harder my dick got until I, too, had an erection. "Okay, that's good," Nick said, turning around. "Here, let me do yours now." He turned me around and soon I felt his hands gliding up and down my back. He took his time and each pass of his hands took him closer to my butt until suddenly he was touching it, running his hands over each smooth globe and then he was coming around to the other side. Nick's soapy right hand gently wrapped itself around my dick and he slowly started pumping on it. He pressed himself against my back and I could feel his erection press up against me. I leaned back against him and sighed at the pleasure I felt in being wrapped up in his strong arms. "I love you, Derek," Nick whispered. "I love you, too," I answered back in my fantasy. Nick's hand felt great, and he knew exactly how I liked it, taking long deep strokes and not holding it too tight. He knew just when to speed up too. It was almost like I was doing it myself. He held me even tighter when he knew I was getting close. Then I was shooting my load out onto the tiled floor as pleasure coursed through my body. I opened my eyes then and saw little puddles of semen all along my belly and chest. Back to reality.