Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 23:32:47 -0500 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 37 ____________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! by Danny Meyer Chapter 37 - Disappearing Act ___________________________________________________________________ Copyright (c) November 21, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Danny: sittinhome@hotmail.com ___________________________________________________________________ NOTICE! 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The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future, in whole or part. ____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ NEWEST CHARACTERS - in order of appearance in the overall story. (These will not necessarily become main characters.) (Updated 17-November-01) ________________________ Joey - (Apple) Joseph Macintosh, 16 years old, light brown hair, brown eyes, good build, 5 foot 9, 145 lbs. A junior on the baseball team. (Pitcher). Joey is introduced in Ch. 37. Brian - (Beemer) Brian Biemer, 11 years old, looks older; 5 foot 8, 120 lbs., dark brown hair and deep brown eyes; very cute. Beemer is a friend of all three brothers. He is on the younger, community baseball team. Introduced in Ch. 37. Mike - (Beans) Michael Denninger, 18 years old, very thin, cute, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6 foot 2, 160 lbs. A senior on the baseball team. (First base). Mike confides in Tommy, a lot, and they are good friends. Mike is introduced in Ch. 37. Sean - Sean Howard, 17 years old, a junior on the baseball team. Brown hair, green eyes, 5 foot 10, 155 lbs. Excellent build, and known for working out with weights. (Pitcher). Sean is introduced in Ch. 37. Kevin - Kevin Ramsey, 17, outfielder. Cool, outgoing guy. Kevin wrestled his freshman and sophomore years, and he had the finest build of all. 5 foot 10, 175 lbs., with medium brown hair, and green eyes. Introduced, Ch. 37. THE BROTHERS POSITIONS: Tommy - Shortstop; Third base Billy - Left Field; Second Base ____________________________________________________ The MAIN CHARACTERS list will appear only every five chapters, or so, and when a new character enters the story. See above, for NEW characters. ____________________________________________________ Tommy, Billy, Robby, and their friends practice safe sex, and use condoms for all anal and other penetrative sex. They shower often-- before and after sex. Normally, their condom use isn't mentioned, for better story continuity--but they all use condoms, every time, because they know, especially among teens, AIDS and other destructive illnesses and tragedies are quickly spreading--the results include permanent loss of the sexual function or death. Sorry to say, there are people out there with AIDS, or who are HIV positive, and don't know it--or know it, and don't tell you. That happens often. It only takes a few seconds to get enough exposure, and become infected. The drugs currently used to treat AIDS or HIV do not totally rid the body of the virus, and even the latest, most sophisticated drugs are not decisively effective, or are effective only for a short period of time--so there is no medically-known escape or cure. The best-known protection is prevention. Condoms work only about 80% of the time, so even so-called protected sex is risky. Use of fresh condoms, gentle handling, proper storage, and generous amounts of lubricant reduce the risks of condom tearing or other failure. Water-based lubricants are reported to be among the safest to use, with condoms. The brothers use Crisco (a solid, vegetable oil) because they know that Vaseline and other petroleum oil-based products will damage or seriously weaken any of the commonly-sold condoms (or anything made of rubber or latex rubber). Crisco may not be the safest lubricant; it is difficult to wash off. Later, the brothers will discover water-based lubes, and use them. "Natural condoms"--condoms made from animal products--are no protection at all against AIDS, or HIV, because the virus will go right through them, but they are supposed to be as effective as other condoms in preventing pregnancy. IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, (36) . . . The erotic sextet--the three brothers plus Marc, Chad and Scott--get quite a scare when Billy pretends to be dad, knocking on the bedroom door. The sexual fun ends when the friends go home, and the brothers are alone, again. Great concern becomes a giant fear, as the brothers theorize what will happen to them if their dad has seen the Crisco can, has put two and two together, and concludes that the boys have been sexually active with each other. The prospect of being sent to a special school has the trio in a state of total dread. There is great relief, when dad's conversation reveals nothing threatening, and he leaves the boys to get to bed on their own. The next morning, the brothers are at baseball practice, with Robby in tow, and they talk with various friends in the locker room. Tommy has a conversation with Joey, (Apple), and a sexually oriented talk with Mike, (Beans), then gets an eyeful when Brian, (Beemer) has an erection so potent and stubborn, that Robby must service it, before Beemer can dress for his practice. As the chapter closes, Tommy looks for Billy in the locker room, so they can get out on the field.... I went from one corner of the locker room to the other, but no sign of him. No sign of anyone--the place was empty. I was in the far corner, when I heard a voice. "Hey, sexy." "Billy--is that you?" _________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 37 - DISAPPEARING ACT _________________________________________________________________ "No, it's not Billy." "Scott? It's you," I said. I wasn't really sure, but I was still very relieved. Scott had driven us to practice. "Yes, it's me, Scott." "Where are you?" "Look up." "I don't see you," I said. The ceiling of our locker room was a maze of struts and girders. It was dark, and all painted black. With the low-hanging fluorescent lights, you couldn't see much of anything, up there. "You're looking right at me, Tommy." I was totally confused, until I saw this flesh-colored oval suddenly appear--Scott's face. "How'd you DO that?" "I'm coming down." While Scott climbed down, I could see how he had done it--he was dressed all in black, and he had just taken off a black face mask. "Wow--I'm glad it was you Scott, and not--" "Happy to see me, huh?" "Yeah. What were you doing, up there?" "I knew you'd be in the locker room, today, so I thought I'd go up and see what I could see. Really interesting stuff I saw. Got it all on tape, too." "Oh, God! You taped me!" "Yes--you, Apple, Beans, Billy, Robby, Beemer--with my mini-cam. You guys put on a good show. Besides, I got some really good views of my favorite, sexy guy." "Huh?" "YOU, Tommy!" "Oh. Holy shit." "Look," Scott said, proudly. Even with black pants on, I could see Scott had a boner. I smiled at him, and he gave me his best, charming grin. "Feel!" I said, and Scott didn't hesitate to grab and squeeze my dick, through my practice uniform and under my jock. That wasn't easy, because we wore metal cups, and he had to get his fingers under that. "I already know you're horny, Tommy. I saw it all. You need to get off, don't you?" "Well, kinda." "Let's go behind those lockers. I'll suck you off, real quick?" "Sure, ok--but we don't have a lot of time." Once we got behind the lockers, I reached for my waistband, but Scott pulled my hands away, and pulled everything down for me. Before I knew it, he had my whole boner in his mouth. "Mmmm," Scott said, as he took all of me, and his lips hit my pubes. His mouth was so hot, I felt warm all over. I looked down at Scott's head--he must have been sweating, before--his sweet scent drifted up to me and filled my nose. Scott smelled so good. His mouth was like a wet, hot sex-machine, and I started to get weak legs. "God, Scott--oh, yeah. I'm getting close, fast." "TOMMY! Where are you? It's almost time!" It was Billy. Scott helped me get decent, while he whispered to me, "Sorry, Tommy--I didn't know--I thought I could get you off." "It's ok. They say you play better with blue balls," I said, remembering what Beans had told me. "Tommy, I'm really sorry." Scott looked stressed. I guess he hated to leave me this way, but it wasn't his fault. "Billy?" I said, checking to see if he was still there--but no answer. Scott grabbed me suddenly, and hugged me--squeezing the air out of me. He had this soft look on his face. Then he kissed me. "That's so you'll know I love you." "You do? I mean, wow--I--I love you, too. I gotta go." "Ok, see ya." "See ya." Wow. Scott said he loved me. I didn't know what to think of that, so I just put it out of my mind, the best I could. I jogged over to the dugout. It wasn't totally dug out. The front was dug down, but the back of it was at ground level, so the floor sloped up, from front to back. There was canvas for a roof and all the way around. The entrance was toward the back. There was an empty space behind the back of the dugout, surrounded by more canvas--a sort of private tent--perfect, if you had to dress or undress, on the spot. It was a good place to have a private conversation, or just shoot the shit away from the coaches, when nothing was happening. We called it our 'conference room.' "You got here just in time," Billy said, "God--where you been, Tommy?" "I was looking for you, and then--you'll never guess." "What?" "Robby messed with Beemer, and he couldn't dress, cuz he couldn't get rid of his hardon. I sent them up to the second floor, so Robby could suck him off." "No shit? That's funny. I better get going--did you see the batting order?" "Yeah." "Ok, Tommy, I gotta get on deck. You probably won't be up, this inning." "Sure I will, if you hit a homer, and start a hitting streak." "Yeah, right." "Good luck, Billy." I said. This time of year, our practices were just games, usually. It's a good thing we had a big team--we had enough guys to split into two teams, with players to spare. I hung around the front of the dugout, long enough to see Billy single to left field, and went back to see if anyone was in the conference room. Sure enough, Mike was there, by himself. "Hey, Legs." "Hi, Beans," I said, as I sat on one of the plastic crates, opposite Mike. His face seemed a little unusual. Then I glanced down--his hand was busy, inside his uniform. He looked up at me with a big grin. "Guess what I'm doing?!!" As horny as Mike was earlier from what Elaine had done to him in her car, I couldn't blame him for needing to jack off. "Sorry. Want me to leave?" "Fuck, no. We all do it. No use making like it's a secret--I mean, it's cool, in front of you--" "But, um, aren't you gonna make a mess?" I sounded casual, but inside, I was shaking with excitement. "Shit. Didn't think of that. Keep an eye out--let me know if anyone comes this way," Mike said, as he pulled down his clothing and gave me another perfect, naked view of his huge boner. "Yeah, this is better. Hey, Legs, you wanna watch? I could use you for my cheering section." "What? Oh--um, sure." I was so nervous--and thinking this had to be a dream. Beans--Mike Denninger, one of the sexiest guys I knew--jacking off right in front of me. He must have been way horny, to do this with me there--plus what he said blew my mind. But then again, as I thought back, Mike was sort of an exhibitionist. Pretty soon I was totally hard, watching him stroke himself and grunt. I was glad when Mike finally just stared down at himself--it gave me a chance to watch him, without worrying about him catching me looking. I stared and stared. I thought about all the times I looked at him in the locker room and the shower. His body was incredible to watch, and before long, I was lost in my thoughts, staring at his cock, with my mouth open. "Oh, I think I know that look," Mike said, suddenly looking up at me. I felt like a deer, frozen in the headlights. "You're gettin' horny, watchin' this." "Yeah," I said, before I could catch myself. "Cool." "What?" Mike never answered, he just looked back down at what he was doing, and kept doing it. My eyes went from his dick to his face, and back. As time passed, he started looking up, more and more often, and we kept exchanging glances. I could feel my face go from fear to lust. By this time, my mouth had gone dry. "It's ok," Beans said, "come on over, Legs." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but in the back of my mind, somehow, I knew something like this would happen eventually-- yet a part of me still couldn't believe it. I checked out the shadows, and the way they were falling, no one would see us. I went over to him and knelt down. I put my hands on his leg. "Fuck! That feels good, Tommy," Mike said, and he stretched, straight out. My hands dropped as his legs moved closer to the ground. "Feels good to me, too," I said. I couldn't control my mouth, and I could tell I was blushing. "How good, Legs? Am I making you hard?" "Well, I uh--yeah, but I--" "You make ME hard, Tommy--you know that?" "I do?" I actually pinched myself--I didn't want this to be a dream, though. I remembered seeing Mike half-hard, a lot, in the shower, and we usually showered near each other. By this time, I felt precum in my jock. "Fuck," Mike said, "we've been peekin' at each other all year." "Well, um...I--" My mouth just wasn't working. "If I'm wrong, Legs, just don't tell the guys, ok?" There was this big pause, as he looked me right in the eye. I thought he'd look away after a few seconds, but he didn't--and the more he stared into me, the more I stared back--like, I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. Finally I gulped, and found my voice. "No," I said, "I'll never tell......you're not wrong." He held his dick at the base, and quit stroking. I wrapped my hand around it--his cock was so warm and smooth, and when that heat hit my hand, I felt myself let go of a lot of precum. I stroked him slowly, and felt a throb in my own dick, when he moaned. His precum flowed down the shaft and into my hand. Now it was like jacking him off with lube, and each stroke made the squishing sound that turned me on, so much. I didn't see it coming, and I almost jumped out of my skin when Mike reached down, and put his hand on my butt. I was staring at his big, beautiful hardon, and by this time, I was leaning over his lap, so I was looking straight down at it. It was like Mike's cock cast a spell on me, and before I could stop it, I drooled--right on the tip of his dick. I got scared and froze--it almost looked like I had spit on him. I was so embarrassed--I wanted to cover it up, somehow, and before I knew it, my mouth slipped down over his hardon. I closed my eyes and my head spun, as I got a whiff of Mike's gentle scent, mixed with the smell of soap. I had wanted Mike for so long--I just couldn't admit it, before. "Oh, yeah, Tommy--fuck, yeah. God, that's good. I'll pay ya back, I swear." "Mmmm!" I was too busy and had way too big a mouthful to say more--but oh, man, I was feeling good, hearing Beans say that-- especially with his dick throbbing in my mouth. "Yeah......yeah......oh!" I no sooner heard an odd sound, than Mike shot up, and pulled up his clothing. I knew someone was coming, and they were close. I stood too, and when I took a step backward to get out of Mike's way, my heel caught a small stone, and I fell backward, right on my butt. Just then, Sean Howard walked in. Sean took a look at me, and frowned. "Are you guys fightin'? Tommy--did he hit you?" "No, I SWEAR," Mike said. "No--really, Sean. I just fell." Sean didn't look too convinced, and snarled at Mike. "Watch it, Beans--pick on someone your own size," he said, and continued through to the dugout. 'If he only knew,' I thought. Mike and I just looked at each other and blushed. "I guess we better cool it, for now," Mike said, looking very disappointed, and adjusting his nuts--obviously in pain. "I'm real sorry, Mike." I felt bad for Beans, because now he probably had worse blue balls. "Don't be sorry--I was hoping you'd be like this--you know, going both ways. All the smart ones do, and I know you got good grades." "Thanks Mike, um, you--you don't know how--yeah, it's way cool......I was hoping, too, and--" "Oh, man--I needed to hear that." "Yeah, but I feel bad, cuz your gonna hurt, worse, now." "Tell you what, Legs--if I know you'll finish me off after practice, I'll feel a lot better." "You will? Yeah, I--I could do that." I gulped in the middle of saying it. By this time, I was sitting on my crate, again, and Mike was behind me. He had his hands on my shoulders. My head was swimming--not really totally believing this. "I'll pay you back, too, Tommy. You're such a neat kid," Mike said, and leaned down to hug me, real quick. "I'll take you home with me, after practice." Then Mike put his mouth by my ear. I didn't get all he said, but it sounded like he was saying he would suck me off. That was all I needed to hear, and I was sure I would have a permanent hardon, just thinking about that. Mike came around to face me. It took me a second to catch my breath, but I finally grinned up at him, hoping I had heard right. This was too much, too fast. "Ok," I said, taking a big gulp, "I'll tell Scott and my brothers that I'm going back to your house." Mike went back to his seat. "Scott? Scott Miller? You know him?" "Yeah," I said, looking up to meet his steady gaze. Again, there was a long pause that made me fidget--until I saw Mike with a coy smile. I couldn't help smiling back--like it was catching. "Fuck--you think he's hot, too!" Mike said, blushing slightly. "Yeah. He was over--" "BEANS! ON DECK--NOW!" the coach hollered. Mike was no sooner gone, than Scott came along. "Hey, Tommy," Scott said, "I got a dumb question for you. Back in the locker room, you didn't see me until I took the mask off, right?" "Right." "So, how did you know I was there--or that anybody was there?" "Because you said, 'Hi, sexy.'" "No, Tommy. I didn't say that--I didn't say anything." "Well somebody did--it hadda be you!" "Sorry, Tommy--it wasn't me, and I didn't hear anyone say that. Well, I gotta go. I'll be back." "No, Scott, wait!" I yelled after him, but he was gone. Now I was worried. Who would say 'Hi, sexy' to me, besides Scott? I needed to get that whole scene off my mind. By this time, Billy was at second, and I came out of the dugout to watch him. As soon as I caught his eye, he started making faces. So, I thought I'd teach him a lesson--every time he made a face, I scratched myself, right on the balls. At first, he didn't notice, but then he caught on. Eventually, he got embarrassed, and quit making faces. I heard a shout, and looked up, just in time to see Beans hit a high fly, and I hoped it would carry out of the field, but it was more of a pop-up, and the other team caught it easily, for the third out. I ran back to the dugout to get my glove, and grabbed Mike's too. I took my position at shortstop, and threw Mike his glove, before he made a wasted trip to the dugout. Mike was taking his position at first base, and Apple was on the mound. I looked toward left field, to see if Billy was already in place, but instead of seeing Billy, I saw Kevin Ramsey heading out there. I moved over to first, to talk with Mike. "Beans, what's Kevin doing out there? Where's Billy?" "Towhead? I thought I saw him go to the locker room." "Was he hurt?" "I don't think so, Tommy." "Shit. Billy's scheduled for left field. I wonder if they made a last minute change?" "You know, that's weird. I couldda sworn Sean was supposed to pitch, but they got Apple, up there." I couldn't figure out what was going on, and I was worried about Billy, but I had to focus on the game. I did ok, except for one grounder that I missed. I was charged with an error, but at least there were no runs, so it was still a scoreless game so far. "Raise your swing," I heard the batting coach say to Mike, as we walked to the dugout. I was relieved to see Billy there, and he moved back to the conference room before I got to the dugout. "Billy--where were you?" "Robby and Beemer are gone!" Billy said in a panicked whisper. "Billy no--you're kidding, right?" "No--I swear. I didn't see Beemer on the field, so I went looking for them." From our field, you could see the junior field clearly. "I can't find Robby or Beemer, anywhere." "The janitor closet, second floor." "I looked there--no luck. I looked everywhere, Tommy." I remembered something, and felt the blood drain from my face. "Oh, God! There were these two big guys on motorcycles in the parking lot, earlier!" "Oh, FUCK!" Billy said. "Coach!" I said, as I ran toward him, "We need a time out!" __________ 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 (Danny) THANK YOU to all who wrote after the previous chapters. *** Your emails have kept me going, so far. *** Please don't stop, now. Our 'conversations' have been great! --If you want more, please write to me, Danny Meyer, sittinhome@hotmail.com Thanks. --Danny MY OTHER STORY: (Read below) ______________________________________________________________ I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school"--an S&M fantasy, in Nifty, Authoritarian. It's not really that brutal but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish. Read Chapter 1, which contains no S&M,--that will give you a sample of the setting and the tone of the story, if interested in it. --D.M. END OF CHAPTER 37 end of file