Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 16:38:11 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 40 ____________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! by Danny Meyer Chapter 40 - From the Beach to Home ___________________________________________________________________ Copyright (c) May 8, 2002 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Danny: sittinhome@hotmail.com ___________________________________________________________________ NOTICE. CHANGE IN EMAIL POLICY: Please write. Temporarily I can't do many replies, but I hope that changes soon. 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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. ____________________________________________________ The MAIN CHARACTERS list will appear only every five chapters, or so, and when a new character enters the story. See Chapter 37 for NEWEST characters, and go back to Chapter 29 for the last MAIN CHARACTER list. The lists contain descriptions and other handy info. ____________________________________________________ NEW CHARACTERS Blaine - Beemer's cousin __________________________ NICKNAMES, NAMES, and AGES Apple - Joey, 16 Beans - Mike, 18 Beemer - Brian, 11 Champ - Robby, 12 Legs - Tommy, 16 Towhead - Billy, 14 __________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, (39) . . . [Tommy and his dad arrived at the beach before all the others.] Billy, Robby, and Beemer arrive at the beach changing area shortly after Tommy masturbates. He is still in the changing booth. The brothers head for the beach with their dad. Tommy cleans up his mess quickly, dons his bathing suit, and sets out to catch up with his dad and brothers--who have convinced their father to allow them to change into their swim suits on the beach-- using towels to cover themselves. Tommy (hidden in the bushes) enjoys secretly watching the various shenanigans as his brothers and Beemer undress on the beach, and play around sexually. Suddenly, Beans (Mike) shows up (unseen by the others), and plays a bit with Tommy ("Legs"), who agrees to meet Beans shortly for sex-- (Beans' dad has a cabin, just off the beach)--as soon as Tommy can talk to his brothers and get away. Beans waits for Tommy in the parking lot. As Tommy emerges from his hiding place in the bushes, he joins Beemer and his brothers in the water, and finds Robby giving Beemer an underwater blowjob. Billy and Tommy play lovingly and sexually. Tommy explains to his brothers about his sex plans--proposing to leave them for a while to have some fun with the older teen, Mike (Beans). Billy and Robby convince Tommy that either they all go to have sex with Mike or no one goes. Tommy feels he has no choice and agrees. While entering the cabin with Beans, Tommy is surprised that his brothers and Beemer do not follow him inside. Instead, they remain outside the cabin, watching, undetected, through a window, while Tommy and Beans go at it. As soon as Beans comes (Tommy doesn't), Billy lowers his voice, stands at the cabin door, and says, "What's going on in there?" Mike (Beans) is frightened for Tommy's sake, and directs Tommy to exit through the back window of the cabin. His brother and Beemer are right there, and the four of them run to a distant clump of bushes. The four boys plan to go back to the Robison house, and have Beemer and Robby watch from the bedroom closet while Tommy and Billy make love. Tommy, however, is too horned to wait. As the chapter ends, Billy and Tommy are kissing, and planning to sixty-nine--right then and there. Robby and Beemer presumably will follow... "Yup," Billy said sternly, looking right at Robby, "Tommy and I will sixty-nine. Why don't you two do the same?" We were no longer a foursome--it was obvious we were two, distinct couples, now--with a little space, between. "Good idea," I whispered. "I'm still gonna make you fuck me when we get home," Billy said. "Make me?" I could feel my heart pound, suddenly. I knew Billy and I loved each other, but this added to that, somehow. I pulled him gently to me, and our lips touched softly. My tongue slid along his upper lip. "Sixty-nine?" Beemer asked quietly, wrinkling his nose. "I'll show ya," Robby said, tugging eagerly at Beemer's swimsuit. _________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 40 - From the Beach to Home _________________________________________________________________ I pulled my tongue from Billy's mouth long enough to whisper in his ear, "Sounds like Robby is corrupting Beemer." "Corrupt, hell!" Billy said, "He may not know what 'sixty-nine' is, but he's no newcomer." Between my brother's hot breath in my ear and the feeling of my dick nestled in his soft pubes, my brain locked on to the word, 'come,' just as he shifted his body and his hard nipples swept across mine. "Oh, yeah" I whispered softly--surprised by his hard nubs hitting mine, right on target, and by the sensual tone in my voice. "Mmm, yup, Tommy! I feel that hot, brother-cock throbbing. You like that, huh? I've been wanting you BAD--all day," Billy said quietly, as his mouth went to work on my nipple. "No, I SWEAR--they're not doing a sixty-nine, Beem!" I heard Robby say to his little friend, "They're doin' some kissin' stuff, first." It was funny to hear that. I could feel Billy's abdomen rise and fall in silent laughter as I did the same. At first, it was just cool that we both laughed at the same time, but in a second, it seemed to be another piece in the bond that locked us together. As the sex urge boiled within me, the love urge did, too. I managed to get my jaw in position to tell him I loved him, but he spoke first. "I love you Tommy," Billy said, as he shifted, and his sweaty abdomen rubbed the underside of my dick. The sexual pulse was a shot of electricity that stunned me. My mouth was open, but I couldn't get words to come out. "Er...ahh!" "Oh, fuck--my big brother is horny as hell," Billy said, half in awe, half in familiar recognition. I loved when he talked about me that way. "Was that a LOVE 'Er ahh?'" I nodded--half senseless from my love for him--and lust--knowing that he returned that love, and tingling from the pleasure of our deepening bond. "I know, bro. It's coming from your heart AND your cock, I can tell," Billy said so tenderly, I felt my heart leap. "Kiss," I managed to blurt out. Without a word, Billy's lips were on mine--gently. He licked his lips (and mine in the process), but waited for me to make the first move. As I slid my tongue into his mouth, his came out to play. My brain went to its fog state of being half aware of reality, and half crawling inside my brother's body. "I SWEAR, Beemer!" I dimly heard Robby saying. "They're STILL not sixty-nining." "Well," Beemer said, "I wanna do what THEY do." "No," Robby said forcefully, "there's something WRONG with them-- they take FOREVER. If we do everything they do, we'll never cum and we'll die." "Die?" Beemer said, sounding quite scared. "Not REALLY die, Beem. You know what I mean." By this time, Billy had slid down to my dick and was sucking it gently. I had reached a pleasure plateau, and was floating. "Hey!" Billy said, directing his words to the oversexed junior duo a few feet away, "Time to get going." "SEE!" Robby said derisively to Beemer. "What'd I tell you? Now we can't cum, and have to wait till we get home." "You gotta be kidding," I said to Billy, in utter desperation. "Yup," he whispered, and finally moved himself into position. There was magic in Billy's timing--lips slid over hungry cockheads at the same time, and I can't say if I enjoyed his lips or his dick more, but it was like one experience instead of two separate things. In my fog, the last thing I remembered besides the sexual high of loving Billy, was the sound of two younger voices, shouting in sexual surprise--muffled moans punctuated only by a few words. "Robby--I'm gonna die." "No, you're not." "Ahhhh!!" And so it went--Beemer's first sixty-nine with my baby brother adding a nice touch to the loving and sexual warmth rapidly growing between me and Billy. I don't remember much after that. I know I must have cum, because I felt relaxed afterward, but I couldn't taste Billy in my mouth. I opened my eyes. We were all in a car--going somewhere--me, face up with my head on Billy's lap in the front seat, Robby and Beemer in back. I could feel Billy's soft dick under my head. "Hey, sweet boy," I said, "did you cum?" "Nope." I could tell Billy was in his playful, smug, 'man-of- few-words' mode. I knew he was showing off a little for the duo in the back seat. "Why not?" I asked, trying to sound playful, myself. Billy leaned in--obviously to whisper. That meant his response was going to be serious. "Saving it for you, Tommy. Remember? We're on our way home." "Not really, but, I LOVE it." I was in a giant fog. "Mmm," my hot, blonde brother moaned as he stroked my hair and forehead. "I love it, TOO." The words came from an unfamiliar voice, and I was half surprised and half angry that a stranger would be present to spoil the privacy of the moment between me and my brother. Then I realized that someone had to be driving. I looked up--it was Beans. "Hi, Beans." "Hey, Legs." "Beans--you said you love it too. What did you mea--" I started to say, having been confused by his words, "OH, never mind!" I added. "He he," Beans snickered, as he and Billy exchanged smiling glances. I guess they were equally amused by my half-awakeness, as much as the fact that I just began to realize that my foot was gently but persistently rubbing Beans' dick through his shorts. "Bet it feels better to my dick than to your foot." Billy responded for me, "I wouldn't bet on that, Mike. Tommy's real sensitive in a lot of ways." I just smiled. My heart did another jump hearing him come to my defense. And what he'd said was just as endearing to me. This new tone of Billy's fascinated me, and made me think of us as even more of a couple than before. I HAD to back my brother up. "Yeah, Beans --my foot's ready to cum." "You got a sensitive foot, all right, Tommy. It really must like my dick." I looked up at Billy--almost for permission--to gauge his mood. He nodded, as if to say, 'It's ok to play with Mike, now.' It suddenly hit me harder than ever: I had to stop thinking about Billy being younger and me older. We were lovers now, and what he wanted counted just as much as what I wanted--and the last thing I wanted was to screw up the mood my brother and I had just created between us. With Billy's go-ahead, I felt confident encouraging Mike. "Yeah, Beans," I said, "I REALLY like your dick." "It's huge," Billy added with great interest in his voice. "You like it, huh Tommy?" Beans said smiling. "Oh, yeah!" I replied. "Enough to let me fuck you?" Beans said, gently. Another glance at Billy gave me the green light. "Sure," I said--"I'll let you slide up me, anytime--but not Billy." Beans seemed not to object to Billy's exclusion. I guessed, in that mysterious way that older boys seemed to always figure out the hard things, that he understood Billy saved his butt for ME. "Geez! Slide into you--just like THAT?" "Sure," I said. "Me, too! Me TOO!" Robby said. "Hey, little guy--it's too big for you!" Beans cautioned, "Besides--" "It's not too big--I swear!" Robby said, leaning forward eagerly. "HEY! What about ME?" Beemer said, pulling Robby back toward him, and evidently fearing abandonment. "OK," Robby said with a mischievous smile, "he can fuck you, too, I guess." "That's not what I meant!" Beemer said. Yes--and obviously Robby knew that. What *I* didn't know was how all four of us got to be so comfortable talking about sex with each other, like it was everyday stuff to have Mike around--not to mention Beemer, and not to mention how we were getting back home without mom or dad. I'd have to ask Billy about that in private. "Don't cry Beem--please? I was just kidding," Robby said, so tenderly. "Really?" "Yah." __________ [Sorry it's short--I'll try to do a longer one, next time.] May 8, 2002 Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. DARE TO GO WHERE YOU'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE AND WRITE ME. sittinhome@hotmail.com (Danny) Thanks. --Danny MY OTHER STORY: (Read below) ______________________________________________________________ MY TWO OTHER STORIES: "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. "Training My Son," a tender story in Nifty incest. BBTS last post date: Oct. 21, 2001 TMS last post date: Jan 9, 2002 --D.M. END OF CHAPTER 40 [end of file]