Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 13:44:52 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 1 _________________________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! CHAPTER 1 _________________________________________________________ A new short story by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) May 21, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome If you want a reply, please say so. I'll write back. If you don't say "Reply," I'll respect your privacy. _________________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely fictitious. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like high-school age male to male sex, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. The story is mostly about sex between high-school boys, 14 to 17. It's an all-gay story. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. ___________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ___________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - Thinking about Billy I was queer for my little brother. Me, Tommy Roberts, 16, baseball hero and dating girls like crazy, thinking about my 14 year-old brother, Billy. Laying in bed with a hardon at one o'clock in the morning, I had just admitted it to myself. I stared across the room at his bed. I could hear him breathing and my cock was throbbing with each of his breaths, and still I couldn't believe it was true. It was all triggered by something the guys said at school. They were talking about this one gay kid and were saying, 'We know what he thinks about when he jacks off!' Yeah, well that made me remember what I think about when I jack off, and I've been doing it thinking about Billy for a while, now. He was a cool, sexy, little brother, and we both loved baseball. I was proud of him when baseball season started this year and we got to be on the team together, only because Billy's a very good player--SO good, the guys give me shit me if I make an error, and tell me, 'Hey, Tommy, you better take some lessons from your brother!' Shit, I thought, I taught him! But I didn't mind, I love Billy and we get along, good. Anyway, showering after the games--that's when I get to see his dick, and it's a good one, damn near as big as mine, but still I call it 'little.' After all, I'm bigger. I love getting a good look at it. Not for long though--he always turns around and faces the wall after he starts to soap up. Probably for the best. I might pop a hell of a boner if I had to look at his cute little cock for too long. He's got a sweet butt too. Damn! Can't look at that for long, either. Billy was just sexy. I saw myself as ok. Compared to a lot of other guys at my high school, I thought I was a good-looking junior--5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, dark hair, smooth, hot brown eyes. Yeah, I was proud of how I looked, and maybe I was cute, but I wasn't sexy. Billy was a freshman, 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds, with this really tight, hot body--totally little-brother looking, with cool blue eyes and incredible blond hair. HE was sexy! 'HE!' Just thinking of that word made my cock jump. Damn! Was I gay? I still wanted to fuck Julie, and Andrea wasn't bad either, but here I was, hard as hell with my hand reaching for my dick, thinking about Billy. I was bigger than Billy, and he always respected me and called me 'Tommy' and not fuckhead or anything. We just weren't that way. I had stuff I could hold over his head, too--like the time I caught him sippin' dad's brandy, and never told. He knew he could count on me to cover for him. At night, I always waited a long time to jack off, so I'd be sure he was asleep, but a few times I heard his sheets rustling right after I came, so I guess he got to see me--hear me, really. It was pretty dark in our room. I'd listen at the door of the room, afternoons and evenings as often as I could and hear him moaning--enough to know he did it a lot, but I was too good a sleeper and never got to be in the room when Billy did it. Damn. I was going into my 'silent running' mode. Real quietly, I pulled back the sheets and was ready to stroke it good when I heard Billy moving. This had never happened before. Not this late at night. The window was on his side, so I could see him sit up, grab a sock from under his pillows--then I knew what he was up to and thought this was my lucky night. He built a wall of pillows at the edge of his bed--as if that was going to stop the sound from coming through. I could see him lay back down, lift up his butt and move himself like he was pulling his briefs down, breathing harder, but the pillows were in the way, so I wasn't going to get to see his dick or see him stroking it. Damn! Just the sounds he made, moving around in bed like that were driving me nuts. That was nothing compared to what came next. I could see he had something in his hands, holding it over where his dick would be, and the next thing, I hear these squishing, slurping sounds, so I knew that he had lotion or something he was pumping with. But those sounds were definitely making me crazy. So my brother does it with lotion, whaddaya know! "Ahhhh," I heard, and that was all I needed. I figured that's enough of this shit. I waited until I thought he was really into it, and quietly slid to the floor. I crawled over to his bed and popped up, standing, suddenly. Billy jumped a mile and damn near yelled. I told him to be quiet--that's all we needed was mom or dad in here. "Tommy, what?--" Billy tried to say. "Wipe that shit off your dick, Billy," I said. "Please, Tommy don't hurt me. Don't tell," Billy said, kinda trembling. He grabbed a small towel and wiped his dick off, quickly. "Not good enough Billy. Clean that shit off, better." "Ok, ok." Billy was gasping now--scared as hell and I knew it. I didn't exactly want to scare him but I didn't know how else to get his attention and shut him up. "Put your hands behind your head and lay still. And shut up or dad is going to hear about his little boy and a certain bottle." "Tommy, no!" "OK, I won't. Are you gonna lay still for me?" "Yeah, sure Tommy, ANYTHING." "Ok, that's good, Billy. We're cool now right?" "Yeah, Tommy." Billy knew I wouldn't hurt him, and I could tell he was calming down, fast. The light was good by the window, and all I could do was look down and look at his pre-cum reflecting the light, his not-so-little balls, and his prefect dick, throbbing. "You want some help with that?" I asked, sounding as sure as I could. "Help--with what, Tommy?" "This!" I said, as I touched my finger to my little brother's dick for the very first time." "Uhh! Oh, God, ahhhh...no, well...um,...yeah, I guess." I stripped as quick as I could and climbed on Billy's bed. I got into position and put my hands on his hips. Billy jumped, and I felt him shaking a little. "How's that feel, little brother?" "Weird--uhhmmm......but good!" Billy said. "That's good," I said, as I slipped my mouth over his whole, five inch hardon. "Oh God! Tommy! Shit! oh..." I couldn't believe how good a dick--my brother's dick--felt in my mouth. I had dreamed about this, and I read some stories, so I knew I had to keep my teeth off or it would ruin it for him. It's a good thing he didn't have this huge pole or I would've scraped him, for sure. I guess he liked it, because in about 15 seconds he was shooting in my mouth. I could swear I heard the cum as it shot out of the little hole in his bouncing dick. I sure felt it as it hit my throat, and, damn, it was hot. After I got a good taste of my brother and swallowed, I slipped my mouth off his cock, and took hold of his arms so he couldn't move or catch his cum with the sock, and had fun watching him tense his whole body over and over and shoot way past his head, then all over his face and the rest of him. The whole time, I licked the ridge of his cock, looking up at him while he came. It was awesome seeing my brother's cum flying through the air and landing on him, and looking at the light reflecting off the puddles of cum on his chest and abs. That turned me on more because I knew how good that stuff was with the mouthful I swallowed. And the whole time, he moaned and his face had these sexy scrunched-up looks. My hardon was throbbing and my nuts were dying to cum. Towards the very end, I licked his balls real hard and he made this grunt and shot harder for a few seconds, then he quit. It was incredible to feel his nuts tighten up when my tongue hit them. By then, my dick had this intense feeling and was dripping so bad I wondered why I hadn't cum yet. I was ready to explode, touching my brother, that way. Touching a girl never had that effect on me. I guess that showed me. Fuck, yeah, I was gay and it felt good. I could say it, now. Did that mean Billy knew it too? I wasn't sure. I didn't know if I wanted him to know. All I knew was my dream had come true, and if it meant I had to pay for it with my dad's strap on my ass the rest of my life, then that would be all right, too. Well, sort of. I could hear Billy, all out of breath, sounding so sexy. I had to get off--my dick hurt so bad, but I didn't want to make a move to mess this up--not for him or for me. I stayed there a while, playing with his dick, while he slowed down. I loved laying there with my chest between his legs and his tight nuts at my lips. He made little sexy sounds each time my tongue reached out and licked them. I started thinking about what just happened and hoped I hadn't fucked-up his head. "Billy--hey, how was that? What'd you think of that, little brother?" "Bring your dick over here and I'll show ya." ___ To be continued? It's up to you. Please read below: _________________________________________________________ --Danny Meyer, May 21, 2001 sittinhome@hotmail.com (Request reply, if desired) Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? Send them. DARE TO GO WHERE YOU'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE AND WRITE ME. sittinhome@hotmail.com (Mark mail, "Reply, yes" for a reply) (If not, I'll respect, and won't reply) _______________________________________________________________ If you want more, kindly write to me at the address, below. It helps me to write a more interesting chapter if you also tell me some of your preferences. 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