Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 20:14:24 -0600
From: borram@live.com
Subject: Bunk Beds, Chapter 1

Warning: Story contains man/teen sex.  If you don't like that type of thing
or if it is illegal for you to read at your age or in your area, don't read
it..... Although not mentioned in the story, safe sex was always practiced.

Bunk Beds

Chapter 1

This story is true, it occurred over the Labor Day weekend a few years ago
and in the following week. This is my first story, though I've thought many
times about writing one to try to give back to all those that have written
the stories that I've enjoyed over the years. Although this story is true
and the situation continues to evolve, the names of the characters have
been changed to protect the innocent, and if "James" knew I was writing
about this he would be VERY upset. Any comments or feedback would be
greatly appreciated.  borram@live.com

I need to give you a little background before I start the story, so here
goes. My dad's current wife (his 3rd) is 26 years younger then he is. She
has a son (James) from a previous marriage that turns 18 the weekend this
story starts, my stepbrother. James is a good, if not naive, kid. He is in
excellent physical shape due to being a cross country runner in the fall, a
wrestler in the winter and running track in the spring. He is 5' 8" tall
and weights 120lbs, blond hair on his head and below his waist but almost
nothing above and really cool grey / blue eyes. He will be graduating from
high school just a few weeks after this story begins. Me, I'm 38, 5' 5"
tall, 155lbs, brown / brown. I'm not a Greek god by any means but I stay in
pretty good shape.

James and I have had a pretty close relationship in the 12 years of our
parent's marriage, we live about 90 miles apart so I only see him about
once a month when I visit my dad. James has kind of used me as a surrogate
best friend, big brother and mentor. He has, through the years, shared with
me some of his greatest secrets, things like; he never masturbated because
he wanted to save his first induced orgasm for his first lover (but hated
the inevitable wet dreams this caused). He also called me at work just
after he had sex for the first time (at age 16) with his longtime
girlfriend. He later told me that he shouldn't have waited for his first
induced orgasm, since it made his first time with a girl go too quick. I
have for years wanted to tell James that I was gay since he has been so
honest with me, I just felt that it would be fair. I've been waiting until
he turned 18 to justify, in my own mind, the sharing of my secret that I
have long been attracted to him (I guess liking younger people runs in my
family).

Now, on with the story.

Over the Labor Day weekend and during the next week my dad and his wife
rented a house on the outer banks of North Carolina in Buxton. James and I
flew down together on Saturday planning on staying down until the following
Saturday. Thought there are 4 bedrooms in this house, due to other guests
James and I shared a room with one set of bunk beds.

I didn't mind the sleeping arrangements at all since it would put me in
close contact with James and I might be able to sneak a peek at this boy.
James has no problem showing off his body; more often than not he doesn't
wear a shirt and will walk around in his boxers, not caring who is around.
He is, on the other hand VERY shy about revealing what he looks like
underneath his boxers, going to great lengths to shield his body from
unwanted eyes when he is stripping all of his clothes off.

On our first night at the house I went to bed about an hour before James
did and was in a light sleep when he entered the room. He did his best to
be quiet as he got undressed and ready for bed. I just laid still and
pretended to sleep in hopes of getting a glimpse of him as he got undressed
for bed. There was a very bright night light that lit up the entire room so
I was hoping James would give me something to look at. I know from past
experience that James likes to sleep in the nude, though he'd never
admitted it. I was disappointed when James stripped down to his boxers and
quietly climbed into the top bunk. It was as James was getting settled that
I noticed that the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bed allowed me a
perfect view of the top bunk.

I lay there thinking of the possibilities when to my astonishment James
began to play with himself though his boxers, rubbing his shaft and
pinching his ball sack. This play continued for several minutes when he
stopped, having never removed his penis from his boxers. I felt that I had
hit the jackpot by being able to watch this most private moment. He laid
there quietly for several minutes and I began to think that he was just
going to go to sleep when he began to stir again. At first I wasn't sure
what he was doing but it soon became apparent that he was removing his
boxers. Maybe I'm the naive one because I just assumed that he would remove
his boxers and go to sleep since he had already finished his session of
playing with himself. I soon found out how wrong I was. As soon as James
had his boxers removed he began to play with himself in earnest, he stroked
his growing cock with his left hand and played with his balls with his
right. In the dim light it was hard to see just how big his cock was but at
this point I guessed it to be about 6.5 inches and on the slender side;
from the way he was manipulating his balls I could tell that his sack was
very loose.

I continued to lay quietly in my bunk, trying to keep my breathing from
becoming too raged, my own 8 inch cock throbbing in my shorts, aching for
release.  James continued to play with himself, the pace of his stroking
ever increasing until his left hand was just a blur as he stroked his cock
and the bunk bed was shaking like it was going to collapse. After about 5
minutes, with his hand moving like a piston, he finally came onto his
chest. Almost immediately after cuming I could hear his breathing turn to
snoring and the room slowly filled with the smell of the fresh cum that was
drying on his chest.

This all was too much for me and I had to start stroking my own cock before
it burst. Not wanting to wake James I tried to keep my movements and
breathing under control, this was not easy after what I had seen just
moments ago. I came in a matter of minutes, spraying cum all over my chest
and on the bed as it was one of the strongest orgasms I've had in years.

After I came I cleaned myself up with the t-shirt I had worn that day and
lay on the bed reflecting on what had just happened and wondered if James
would clean up the cum that was splattered on his chest. With the adrenalin
that was running though my body I couldn't (and didn't want to) get back to
sleep so I just laid watching James in the mirror sleeping. About 2 hours
later I noticed James starting to stir again. He grabbed his limp cock
which was pointing up towards his belly button and pointed it down towards
his feet and let go. His cock then started to twitch and jerk as it
expanded and grew, within a minute it was hard and pointing at his belly
again. He still hadn't touched it since it started getting hard but it was
throbbing and bouncing up and down on his belly. After couple minutes of
this hands off bouncing he began to feel his balls, pulling his sack up and
around. I could see that his sack was loose enough that his could grab the
base of his sack with his fist and his balls would still stick out the end
of his hand. After about 5 minutes of playing with his balls and bouncing
his cock he began to stroke himself slowly and deliberately, never letting
go of his balls. As time went on the pace of his stroking increased.

The flow of pre-cum from my own throbbing shaft was beginning to make a
mess in my shorts but I was afraid to move for fear of alerting him that I
was awake. All I could do to try to relieve the pressure on my aching cock,
was to try and pulse it like James had been doing in the beginning of his
second session of the night.

The speed of his stroking was again reaching a fever pitch when he tensed
and blew another load of fresh cum on his chest. This time I could see his
cock throbbing as he blew 5 jets of cum on his chest. Just like after his
first session of the night he was asleep in less then a minute after cuming
and he still hadn't wiped any of the cum from his chest.

This was all becoming too much for me, I let James sink into a sound sleep
before I took my own throbbing cock out of my shorts, and I only had to
stroke it a couple of time before I shot a huge load onto my chest.

After James and I had blown our second load of the night James was out like
light but I was too fired up to sleep. I just couldn't believe my luck
getting a front row seat to see my sexy 18 year old (it was now after
mid-night and it was officially his birthday) stepbrother pump two loads
out of his beautiful cut cock. I laid on the bed for about 20 minutes
before sleep overtook me, but it wasn't going to be a long sleep.

Around 6:00am, about 2 hours after his last session, James began to start
the process again. His third session of the night was almost a carbon copy
of the second, the main difference being that it was getting light out and
I had a much better view of the proceedings. He began by playing with his
sack, pulling his balls up and gripping his sack in his right hand. He did
this for several minutes until his cock was hard and throbbing.

Apparently James was enjoying having the additional light in the room as
well.  He was much more interested in looking at what he was doing, he had
propped himself up with his pillow and was watching as he played with his
cock and balls. The look on his face was almost one of wonder, like he
couldn't believe that his hands could give him so much pleasure.

After a few more minutes of playing with himself James got down to business
and began slowly stroking his rigid penis. At this point I was lying on my
back and was hard as a rock. I took advantage of the situation and began
stroking my own thick shaft. The other times James had gotten off this
night I was unable to stroke my own cock while he was playing with his due
to my position. James continued to slowly stroke his cock and play with his
balls all the while watching in wonder. After a few minutes of stroking he
stopped and wiped the pre-cum off his cock with his finger, brought his
finger up to his mouth and licked it clean, obviously enjoying the flavor.
He then continued to stoke himself at a nice leisurely pace, stopping every
few minutes to wipe the pre-cum off his cock head and feed himself.  I
could tell from the look on his face that his pre-cum snack was turning him
on more and more. After about 5 or 10 minutes of enjoying his slow stroking
he began to pick up the pace but he continued to stop periodically to feed
himself.

While James was pleasuring himself I took the opportunity to slowly stroke
myself, matching his pace so the shaking of the bed wouldn't be noticed. As
James picked up the pace of his stroking the bed was shaking so bad that I
barely had to stroke my own throbbing cock, I could just hold my hand on
the shaft and let the shaking of the bed do the work. It was almost like
James was stroking me.

James again worked himself up to fever pitch and his left hand was just a
blur. I to was enjoying the show and the movements of the bed were just
adding to the experience. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to
hold out when all of a sudden James' body went rigid and he leaned forward,
trying to get his mouth as close to his cock as he could. When he finally
came, I could see the first shot hit him between his nose and mouth, the
second shoot hit him right on his tongue and the rest landed on his chest
and belly. Watching this was too much for me and pushed me over the edge
and I sent cum flying everywhere. My first shot landed somewhere over my
head, the second hit my cheek and the rest landed on my belly. James and I
both lay there in our post orgasmic bliss while we recovered from our
mutual wanking session.

As I started to recover I began to wonder what James was going to do about
the cum on his chest this time. After all of his previous sessions he would
just lay there and let the cum dry, this time he would have to be getting
up soon and if he didn't clean it up somehow it would be very obvious that
he had just had a huge orgasm. I didn't need to wait long for my answer
though, as I was thinking this James began to scoop up his cum with his
fingers and feed it to himself like it was the tastiest treat he'd ever
had.

After he had cleaned his chest and belly of his cum he jumped down off the
bed and went to walk out the door. He had the door half way open before he
realized that he didn't have a stitch of clothing on and quickly turned to
grab the boxers that he had taken off the night before. As he did this it
gave me a tremendous view of his small sculptured ass and as he turned to
retrieve his boxers I got an eye full of his limp dick which had shrunk
down to about 3" long and only hung down about half as far as his ball sack
did. Almost as soon as he left the room I head the shower start up in the
bathroom next door. I used this time to get cleaned up and make myself
presentable.

After James and I both got our showers out of the way we started our busy
day at the beach. The house my parents had rented was only about 300 feet
from the beach so during the day we could walk back and forth easily to
retrieve snacks and rest before returning to enjoy the beach and waves.

James and I pretty much stuck together the entire day (and the entire trip
for that matter) since we were the "young ones" on this trip. James always
did look at me as more of an equal then one of his elders.

We spent most of the day on the beach, digging holes or building sand
castles and playing in the waves. James had never spent any time in the
ocean so the experience of 3 foot waves was exciting to him. We would spend
a lot of time off shore far enough to catch the waves and body surf till we
got too tired and would take a break on the beach. During one of these
periods that we were off shore enjoying the waves I mentioned to James
that, since we were so far from the shore, we could probably take off our
shorts and skinny dip without anyone on shore being the wiser. He wasn't
too sure about this (him being as shy about his "private parts" as he was)
but was kind of excited because he had never been skinny dipping before.
After a few minutes of talking I finally convinced him to try it after I
removed my shorts. He was immediately happy that he tried skinny dipping.
He loved the feeling of the water flowing around his newly exposed parts,
even mentioning that it was giving him a hard-on. We continued to play in
the waves and James seemed to become more and more playful after he
discovered the "freedom" of not having his shorts restricting him. He
seemed to enjoy diving under water just as a wave would reach us and try to
knock my legs out from under me so we both would end up tumbling around
bumping into each other as the wave swept us along.

After lunch our parents and the rest of the guests were going to spend the
rest of the afternoon shopping and site seeing, James and I went back to
the beach.  Without having anyone we knew on the shore, James immediately
wanted to strip his shorts after we got in the water. We resumed our
playing in the waves and James became bolder in his contact with me in the
water. He seemed to spend a lot of time pressing parts of his body against
me (which was fine with me). We played in the water for about an hour
before we were both getting tired and decided to go back to the house and
take a break.

The house we were staying in (like all the others in the area) was built on
stilts, leaving the ground floor open for parking and storage rooms. Our
house also had an outdoor shower on the ground floor so you could wash off
the sand and saltwater before entering the house. The shower was really
just a privacy fence about 4 feet square with a shower head and some
hooks. James and I had used the shower several times earlier that day but
had used it separately. This time when we returned I told James to shower
first and I'd wait for him. James surprised me when he suggested that we
share the shower saying "we might as well, we've been naked around each
other all day", who was I to argue.

I know what you're thinking, we got in the shower, stripped off our clothes
and started to have wild passionate sex...well remember this story is about
a real life event, not a fantasy story made up for the Nifty Archive. We
got in the shower, stripped off our clothes and began washing ourselves
off. It was easy enough to see that we were both checking each other out
without making it too obvious to the other person.

James continued to be playful as we both rinsed off the sand and saltwater
in the shower. James spent a lot of time rinsing his crotch and between his
ass cheeks, mentioning that he wanted to get all of the sand out. Now even
though we had been in the water for quite a while today the problems with
"shrinkage" were wearing off. With all of the time James was spending
"washing" himself, his "shrinkage" was turning into a growing problem. He
wasn't getting a full blown hard-on but things were defiantly getting
bigger, down there. With the warm water of the shower his ball sack had
loosened up and was hanging down about 6 inches and his dick was now
hanging down about 5 inches.

When James was satisfied that he had gotten all of the sand out of his
crotch he stepped aside and told me to start cleaning myself off. While I
began washing myself James just stood back and made no attempt to hide the
fact that he was watching me wash myself. I guess that was only fare since
I made no attempt to hide what I was looking at while he was washing
himself. I spent some extra time rinsing my crotch to give him time to
watch me but I didn't spend nearly as much time as he did.

OK, let me leave the story for a minute to get some details out of the way.

Now remember this is a real life story, everybody in the real world doesn't
have a 12 inch cock as big around as a beer can. When I was born I wasn't
blessed with height but I was blessed with a bigger then average dick. When
I'm soft I hang about 6 inches long and about 2 inches wide. When I have a
full hard-on I grow to about 7 7/8 inch long and the head gets about 3 1/4
wide. The only thing I don't care for is the size of my sack; although I
have pretty big balls the sack doesn't hang down very far. James on the
other hand appeared to be pretty average in the dick department, when he
was soft it looked to be about 3 inches long and what I would later find to
be about 6 1/2 inches long. His dick isn't very big around; he's about an
inch wide when soft and about 2 inches wide when he is hard. I am a little
jealous about the size of James' sack; it hangs down about 6 inches from
his crotch and holds a nice size set of balls.

OK, sorry about that, now back to the story.

Like I said, I didn't spend nearly as much time rinsing off as James did
because, with everything that had happened over the last 14 hours, I was
getting excited pretty quick. After we were both done showering we dried
off and just wrapped our towels around our waists and went inside.

We spent some time snacking and sitting around watching TV still with just
our towels wrapped around us. James was still pretty playful, playing grab
ass games like snapping each other with towels and trying to pull my towel
off several times (I let him do it a couple of times) and of course I had
to try and pull his off too (and I was able to do it once).

After about 2 hours of this playfulness and with the sexual tension running
pretty high, our parents and their guests came back from shopping. Shortly
after they returned James said that he was going to take a nap so he could
get some rest before his birthday dinner. As he was climbing the stairs to
our room he stopped and asked me what I was going to do then added
"...you're probably getting pretty tired too". Well I couldn't pass up an
invitation like this so I agreed with him and told the others that I too
would be taking a nap.



I guess this is as good a place as any to stop Chapter 1. Sorry there
hasn't been any real sex but like I've mentioned before this all happened
in real life so I'm just telling you how it happened. I'm going to continue
to work on the story so Chapter 2 should be out in a couple of days (I
hope). Feedback will help keep me motivated to keep writing so please feel
free to send me mail. Like everybody, I'll just ignore the flames but any
comments or criticisms will be happily accepted.

borram@live.com