Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 13:01:43 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 2 Incest: brothers (b/b oral urination) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young brothers and what they discover together. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Thanks for the response to the first chapter! I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com Apologies to my readers for the bad formatting of the first chapter; it wasn't Nifty's fault, it was mine! Hope it works better this time. And, readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 2 Jack lay in his bed, his eyes looking upward but not really focused on anything. He played back in his mind every little detail of his play time with Bruce. It was almost one in the morning! His hand was on the outside of his pajamas, gently feeling the hard dick inside. A finger toyed with the wet spot that had leaked through at his cockhead. He smiled again. They had sat on the edge of Jack's bed while Jack explained things to his eight-year-old brother Bruce. Things about dicks (Bruce had called his a "peter"), about getting hard, cumming when you're old enough, and having a dry cum when you're not. Bruce had lots of questions, some of which Jack wasn't really certain about himself -- after all, a thirteen year-old didn't know everything! They'd still been naked. The tang of piss was still in the air, and Jack inhaled deeply as he enjoyed his memories. They had toweled off in the bathroom, gone back to the bedroom for their little chat, then Jack had said they'd better get to bed and get some sleep. He looked across the room. He could see the form of his little brother under the sheet. He'd put his pyjama bottoms back on -- the ones with the dinosaurs -- so his bare shoulders peeked out from under the whiteness. Jack slowly got out of bed and walked over, the wet spot on his own pajamas wiping across his hard dick now and then. He stood at the side of Bruce's bed and smiled at the little blond head sleeping peacefully on the pillow. Sure, he loved his brother. Weren't brothers supposed to love each other? But Jack felt the emotion inside as though it were a balloon swelling in his chest. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, yes, Jack grinned to himself. But he was so fucking cute sometimes, too! And now this new adventure together promised a lot of fun in their future. He carefully pulled the sheet back and down to Bruce's feet. The boy's back was so smooth in the faint light! Bruce had wiggled enough in bed that his pj bottoms had pulled tight around his little butt, indicating the exact location of his crack. Jack gave his own dick another stroke his his pjs, then reached down and gently turned the boy over. Yes, little brother was going to have a great chest when he got older. Skin so smooth... He hesitantly pulled gently at the waistband of Bruce's pajama bottoms, his hands on each of the little boy's hips. Slowly. More and more of that smooth, pale skin was revealed. Then the gentle curve of the smooth pubis, completely bare. A little more... And the boy's young dick -- his peter -- was exposed. So tiny when soft, the shaft almost invisible, the little pink head peeking out. Jack pulled his hard dick out of the opening in his pjs and spread some of his precum down his shaft. He wished he'd appreciated his own little peter when he was young as much as Bruce appreciated his! He wanted to touch that tiny sex tool so badly, but he didn't want to wake Bruce. He stroked his own dick to its full six and a half inches. He knew he was well-endowed for a thirteen-year-old. He'd been self-conscious when he first started showering with the other boys after gym class, but he grew quickly. And so had his cock, though there was still not a lot of hair down there. Now, he didn't mind being naked with the boys. He knew they were looking at him, admiring his manhood; he sometimes even let himself get semi-hard in the locker room. Not to his full six and a half inches, but enough that they all knew his dick was to be envied. He glanced at Bruce's little dickhead, so tiny and pink, and then at his own. It was now thick and dark red. The precum on his cockhead glistened in the light. He inhaled deeply, his jaw quivering a bit, as the heat in his dick moved deeper inside. He made a quiet little groan and bend slightly at the waist, pumping rapidly. He inhaled again, noisily, at the clenching inside his body, the heat racing up his cock; he stroked a little slowly, enjoying the precipice just before the leap... Jack came hard, the little lips on his cockhead stretching wide to allow the blast of cum into the open air. He groaned at his first shot and bit his lips to keep quiet as his cock continued to pump his cum out. Finally spent, he sighed deeply. When he looked down, he saw that a lot of his cum has landed on his pajamas; there were two nice spots on his left thigh. He rubbed his finger over one of them and sucked it as he tucked his dick back in. Then he noticed that one shot -- that first big one? -- had landed on Bruce's pajamas. He carefully wiped his finger over it, but when he pulled his brother's bottom up there was still a rather large wet spot. He licked fingers and went back to bed. The clock woke him up, and he slapped it off. Why had he set the clock for a Saturday morning, anyway? He stretched his body luxuriously, enjoying the sensation of his muscles awakening. It was only the boys and their mom, and she worked on Saturdays until 4:00, so they had the whole house to themselves all day. He grinned when he felt the dried cum spots on his pjs. He looked over to Bruce's bed to find the boy was awake, too. "Whad you set duh clock for?" Bruce wasn't fully awake after all. "Sorry," Jack grinned. "Guess I forgot to turn it off last night." He sat up. And felt the need inside. "Gotta piss." He threw the sheet off and started toward their bathroom. Then he stopped, remembering their newly-discovered fun last night. "Uh... you gotta piss, too, little bro?" Bruce knew what Jack was really asking, because he'd been dreaming about it. He had awakened with his little peter semi-hard. "Yeah, wait for me." Bruce swung his legs off the bed and stood up. His pajama bottoms fell lower on his narrow hips, and the slit opened just enough that Jack got a glimpse of dick. Bruce joined Jack in the bathroom, but Jack wasn't at the toilet. He was standing in the shower with a grin on his face. "I want you to empty that bladder on me," he said, and he slid down against the wall until he was on his ass, his legs stretched out in front of him." "On you?" But Bruce was grinning, too. His older brother was so cool about this new fun! "But, hey, you still have your pjs on!" "Never mind that," Jack said, "just get me wet with your pee. I'm doing our laundry this morning, anyway. We'll call this a pre-soak." Bruce laughed with him and stepped to the edge of the shower, then into it. He realized that his feet, and maybe his own pjs, were going to get peed on, too, but... He pulled out his peter and stepped between Jack's legs, pointing his little tool at his brother. It wasn't long before the pressure in his bladder had its way, and a few drops leaked out. Then a real stream. Bruce had always needed to pee real bad every morning, and he moved his growing stream up so it hit Jack's naked belly. He moved the stream down to wet the pjs over Jack's dick. It just took a few seconds until he could see the outline of Jack's peter. He was hard. Jack sighed in pleasure. The wet warmth moved down from his belly to the waistband of his pajamas, and then he felt the thin material become heavier with the soaking it was getting. It was only a moment before the boy's pee soaked onto his dick, and, as Bruce continued to shower him with the golden water, he felt it moving from his dick -- getting harder all the time -- onto his balls. Bruce moved his stream to one of Jack's legs, and the pjs darkened as they got soaked,too Jack looked at the little boy dick that was providing all this fun. It was still spurting a steady stream, but then it slowed and began to dribble. Jack put his hands on Bruce's hips and pulled his pj bottoms all the way down to his ankles; they started to soak up some of the pee immediately. Jack clenched his hands around each cheek of the little butt and pulled his brother to him. He opened his mouth and circled the little wet peter with his lips. A taste of pee... The little dick responded immediately and began to stiffen. His hands pulled Bruce closer to him as he buried his face in his brother's groin. He was suddenly and ravenously hungry for his pretty brother... He wanted to eat and suck and taste... He wanted to eat and suck and taste... eat and suck and taste... Bruce shivered when he felt his little peter slide through Jack's moist lips and into the darkness of his mouth. He groaned when Jack's tongue began to circle it around and around... He knew he was as stiff as he ever got now, in his big brother's mouth. He felt the hands almost mash him against Jack's lips, and as Jack manipulated the hard little dick in his mouth a little faster, Bruce groaned. He leaned into Jack as much as he could, holding onto Jack's head, his hair... He found himself pulling Jack's head into his midsection... "Ahhhh... oooo Jack soooo good... oooooo." His voice was high; it echoed in the shower stall. Jack flattened his tongue and raked it across the little tip of Bruce's dickhead. He raised his tongue and slowly lowered the softer back of it over the dickhead. Up and down. And he sucked. There was hardly enough dick for his lips to slide up and down, but he moved them as much as he could, marveling at the soft smoothness of the skin... the hard core inside... He licked and sucked... He tasted pee... tasted Bruce... Bruce's little tool could hardly take much more Jack's lips and tongue. Bruce leaned in more over Jack's head, breathing with uneven pants. His dick felt... like it was huge heavy hot... on fire... sooo good... insides felt twisted up... it was going to happen again he knew it... knew it... could feel it... wanted it... needed it... Suddenly the fire in his belly exploded like fireworks inside, filling him with more pleasure than he had ever known... "OOOOOOoooooo yeaaaaa ahhhhhhh..." His high-pitched voice echoed even more in the bathroom, making it sound to Jack as though he were pleasing a dozen little brothers at one time. He could feel the little dick in his mouth swell just a bit. His hands, on Bruce's ass, felt the quivering that shook the boy's legs. The dick spasmed once and then seemed to fly all around his mouth as Bruce's dry cum hit him. It hit him hard. "Aaaaa.... ooooooo..." Bruce's hands fell from Jack's head and his legs almost failed him as his dick jumped around. The sensations deep inside were incomprehensible to an eight-year-old, but they could be enjoyed in a way a lot of little boys never knew. He felt like he was flying high... every part of his body... so much pleasure... When his orgasm was over, Jack licked slowly at the dick, still inside his mouth. It was almost too much for Bruce to take, his senses overwhelmed, and he drew his midsection away. His voice was a whisper. "Awesome... awesome." And his voice faded away as Jack lowered him to his lap. Jack untangled the pajama bottoms from Bruce's feet -- they were soaked -- and sat the naked boy down on his lap on top of his own soaked pjs. He gripped Bruce around his shoulders, and the boy leaned back against Jack's arm. His head fell on Jack's shoulder, and Jack could hear the little breaths that brushed his ear. Jack still needed to piss, but he didn't want to release his brother just yet. It felt too good just to be close and hold him on his lap. He reached into his wet pajamas and pulled his dick out. He held it up and let his piss flow upward like a fountain, some of it landing on Bruce's naked thigh. Jack moved his shaft just a little, and the stream rose and fell on Bruce's dick, running down to his little balls, flowing off them to warm Jack's covered thigh with new warmth, new wetness... When his water finally stopped, Jack rubbed his hands lightly around Bruce's chest, up and down... Washing his little brother with his piss... Playing with his nipples, so tiny but becoming so hard... The boys stayed in that position for a moment, neither wanting to move. Finally, Jack moved Bruce aside and helped him stand. "We gotta wash off, little dude." He stepped out of his wet bottoms and picked up Bruce's wet bottoms, tossing them outside the shower. Jack stepped closer to the shower faucets and adjusted the water temperature, then he pulled Bruce close to him under the warm water. They stood there a while enjoying the skin-on-skin contact and the flow of warmth over them. Bruce could feel Jack's dick stiffening against his belly. At that moment, Bruce wanted, more than anything in the world, to taste Jack just as Jack had tasted him. He remembered the taste from the night before, and the excitment, and the wonderful feeling in his own peter as he sucked on his brother. Without saying a thing, he bent down, taking the big hard cock in one hand, and licked the cockhead. He could feel Jack shiver. He opened his mouth to lick and tasted some of the water from the shower. But when he closed his lips around the crown of the cockhead, all he could taste was cock. Jack's big hard cock. He couldn't suck much beyond the cockhead into his mouth, but he sucked against it and used his tongue as he remembered Jack using his tongue on him. "Ah fuck little bro ah fuck yeaaa..." Jack felt as though a suction cup had suddenly captured his cockhead. The little tongue inside that young mouth was moving rapidly over it again and again. Little hot tongue moving all over his big red cockhead... It didn't take long. His dick was already fully hard when Bruce took it, and Jack felt that special place inside heat up and begin to clench... Bruce suddenly realized that Jack would soon cum, shoot it out of his dick and... inside his mouth. That's what he wanted! To feel the force of his first shot of cum, to feel his mouth filled with his brother's juice, to taste that taste he couldn't even describe... And the moment the thought occured to him he felt Jack's cockhead expand, and a rush of teen cum filled his mouth. He swallowed automatically, because there was another shot of cum, and then another. It happened so fast he hardly had time to taste it, only sense the smooth cream filling his mouth. As Jack's shots slowed, though, Bruce began to taste what he was eating. And it wasn't bad at all. A strong saltiness... kind of a nutty taste... He removed the spent cockhead from his mouth and licked it all around, tasting the last of it. It was so good... it was Jack's... When he finished he looked up at his big brother. Bruce didn't realize it, but Jack had never been sucked before. He'd dreamed about it. But it had never happened. He looked down at his little brother, some cum lingering at one corner of his mouth. His first blow job, last night, had been from his little brother! And now, another hard cum in his warm, wet little mouth. He raised Bruce up and hugged him tight. Then he kissed his soft cheek. Without a thought, he moved his lips to the corner of Bruce's mouth, licked off the few drops of cum there, and pressed them into Bruce's mouth with his tongue. The two tongues met, hesitated... felt each other slowly... then licked together with more satisfaction. The cum taste lingered in Bruce's mouth, and Jack could taste himself there. The boys continued their slow and deep kiss until they had to pull away to catch their breath. "Wow," Bruce whispered to himself. When he realized that Jack couldn't hear him above the sound of the water falling, he spoke louder. "Wow. I never knew a kiss could be like that..." Jack looked down and smiled. Yes, this is a beautiful boy, he thought. And he is my brother! Bruce looked up at the smile and returned it. Yes, he thought. My brother! But without another word the boys shared the soap and washed themselves. They rubbed each other's back. Jack couldn't resist rubbing the soap all over Bruce's little bottom. Bruce tensed a moment when Jack's fingers smoothed the soap over his little butthole, then, when he felt the surge of pleasure that moved through his whole insides, he relaxed and enjoyed yet another sensation. They stepped out of the shower and dried. Jack picked up the pee-soaked pajamas and, still naked, headed to the laundry room. Then he remembered that he's seen a cum stain on Bruce's bed, so he want back to the bedroom. Jack's dick was swinging as he entered the room. Bruce looked at it and giggled. He was lying on his bed, still naked, so Jack walked over, pulled one side of the sheet out, and then pulled it all the way off, rolling Bruce onto the matress. Bruce giggled again, then both boys started laughing. Jack started tickling his little brother, something Beuce had always liked, even when he begged Jack to stop. The boys rolled together, Bruce's high little voice squeaking with his giggles. Jack moved his hands from Bruce's sides to his underarms, then down his sides, then inward to the inside of his little thighs, right next to his peter, bouncing around as the boy jumped and wiggled. Finally, both boys exhausted, they fell apart on the bed, their laughter slowing to sighs of pleasure in the way the could enjoy each other's body. But it was time for Saturday chores. As Jack left the room to return to the laundry room, Bruce watched his brother's ass jiggle. He grinned. It's only 8 in the morning, he thought. And we have a whole day.