Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 19:41:53 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 7 _________________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! CHAPTER 7 READING TIME: 12 MINUTES _________________________________________________ A new short story by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) May 31, 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. (I don't use 'group-mail.' Replies are individual.) ____________________________________________________ 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 about sex, most often between high-school boys, ages 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 pick another 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 OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ MAIN CHARACTERS, (SO FAR): Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.) Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison) Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison) WHERE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER LEFT OFF... [Tommy praises younger brother Billy for his performance.] "Billy, it was good, man. Really good. My whole body wanted you in there, and it still does." "It felt good, Tommy?" "Oh, yeah!" "Awesome." "Billy, I feel so good about us now, about us doing--" "I love you, Tommy." "Bro, I love you too." "You ready to fuck me?" Billy said, still out of breath. "Yeah, but you look wiped!" "No, I'm ok. I'm fine. You're not gonna... uhhhh... believe how good this feels, Tommy." ______________________________________ CHAPTER 7 - THREE BROTHERS HOME ALONE _____________________________________________________ Chapter text: 18.5 K Reading time: 13 minutes _____________________________________________________ The phone rang. 'Whew!' I thought. If that phone had rung any sooner, it would have messed up a beautiful thing. It was Robby, calling from Gary Hollingsworth's house, asking if he could stay at Gary's for lunch. Gary was in Robby's class. "No, Robby--dad said we had to feed you. You gotta eat here. Besides, it's homework time after lunch, remember?" Robby was a real bookworm, so I knew homework would be no problem to get him to do. Shit, he could probably do MY homework and Billy's, too, without looking up anything. "She said what? Ok, yeah, I'll talk to her." I explained to Mrs. Hollingsworth that dad wanted Robby to eat here, at home, and that he would have to do his homework, after lunch. "Shit, Billy. It's past lunchtime already. Robby will be here any minute. C'mon, let's get dressed--quick." "Oh, fuck! Hmmmm... older bro super horny, I can tell. I'm sorry, Tommy. I'll uh, make it up to you?" "Ok, Billy, deal! Shit, my balls hurt, though." "Yup, that happens to me, too. At school, mostly." "Oh, I've been meaning to tell you. In the halls, I see you with a hardon, half the time. Wear a jock or something, Billy!" "What are we going to do for lunch, Tommy? Pizza?" "No, way! Dad'll shit. Hmmm... I know! Fire up the grill, Billy. I'll throw some hot dogs and burgers on." "You got it. Both sides?" "Nah. One'll be enough. Oh, fuck, I'm so horny!" We had this huge gas grill in the back yard. It was fast, too. Robby rang the bell right after Billy went out the back door, and I let him in. "Tommy, I'm in trouble!" Robby said as soon as he got in. "What's up Robby?" "I lost my key--AGAIN! Dad's gonna kill me!" "Nah! Don't worry about it. After homework, we'll all look for it. We'll find it, Champ." Robby was terrible at sports, so we nicknamed him, 'Champ.' Now that I thought about it, it made no sense at all. No way to take back a nickname, I guess. "Yah but, what if I didn't lose it here?" Leave it to boy genius to think of that. "Well, if we don't find it, I'll have Billy go to the key place and get a new one made." "Really? You'd do that, for ME?" "It's no big deal, Champ. Forget it." "Wow." I suddenly got this great idea and couldn't wait to tell Billy. I figured we'd fake a science project, and tell Robby we'd have to take his body measurements. "So, how's Gary doin'?" I asked. "He's way cool. He got a new computer, and boy is it fast! What's for lunch?" "Hamburgers and hot dogs. Billy's out there lighting the grill, right now." "Cool. Can I call Gary?" "Gary? You just CAME from there." "Well....." "Ok, ok, go ahead. But don't be long!" I got the meat out of the freezer and put plates, utensils and condiments in a basket, and hauled it all to the back yard. We had a big picnic table back there, and I laid everything out on it. Billy had just finished adjusting the flame. "Robby just got home," I said to Billy, as I was putting things down. "Cool. Where's the buns, Tommy?" "Turn around and I'll show ya, bro," I said with a grin. "Shit, I forgot about buns." "No sweat, Tommy, I'll go get 'em." "Thanks, Billy." That was a relief. "Oh, wait. Bring the flipper too!" I shouted after him. I couldn't think of 'spatula' quick enough, but Billy would know what I meant. Billy returned with the buns and the spatula just as the meat was starting to cook. While I cooked, Billy got things ready at the table. Before long, Robby joined us, and we were ready to eat. All three of us were finally together, and hungry as hell. We had just taken our first bite--and it was time to send Robby upstairs, for napkins. "Hey, Champ," I said to Robby, "Grab some napkins or paper towels, will ya? I forgot 'em." I 'forgot' them on purpose, just so I could have an excuse to get rid of Robby and give Billy and me a moment to talk, in case we needed it. "Yah, no prob." Robby took off like a shot. As soon as Robby was inside, I told Billy my idea. I really wasn't that hot for Robby, but I knew Billy was, and I thought he might like my plan. "Wow, that's cool, Tommy. Body measurements, huh? Sounds like it might be fun." "Yeah, but we gotta play this SUPER cool. If Robby--" "Hey, man, we got enough shit on him to hang him twice, Tommy. If he grosses out, we can fix that." "Ok. Let's just not get carried away. Don't hit him over the head with the idea." "No sweat. I'll ease it into him, Tommy." "What?" "Hehe. Gotcha!" "Oh shit! You horndog!" "I meant, I'll ease him into it," Billy said laughing, and practically losing the contents of his mouth. "Yeah, right." Between boy genius and Billy the clever conversationalist, I really had to be on my toes. Robby finally returned with the napkins, and I realized I hadn't socialized this much with my brothers in a long time--at least not just the three of us. It was a little weird, but it felt really cool. We talked as we ate and generally goofed around, and had a good time. "So," I said, "You guys got a lot of homework?" God, I sounded like dad, and it felt weird. "Yah, I do," Robby said. That was no news. He always did a lot of homework and reading. I'd bet he knew more than the teachers. "Billy?" "Shit. I got the usual, plus a science report due." "Science?" Robby said. It was his favorite subject. "Yup. Biology. Gotta do body measurements and get info on all your brothers and do a bunch of calculations." "I could help you with it, Billy," Robby said. "No shit? That'd be great!" Robby was good at math, too. "Well, I don't have a lot of homework," I said, "So, why don't we all carry the stuff back in the house and I'll do the cleanup so you guys can get started right away." "Cool." "Robby," Billy said, "We'll do our regular homework first, then we can work on the science stuff." "Yah, ok." Robby grabbed what he could and went inside. "Pffff! 'Science stuff?' That wasn't very convincing, Billy!" "He bought, it though! Hey, so I'm not a professional actor. What do you want, Matt Damon, or something?" "Ooooo! Yeah! You got his phone number?" For the first time that I can remember, something I said made Billy blush, and he was silent for a moment. "Tommy!" Billy was whining, now. "Oh, I see! I'm not good enough for ya. You got the hots for Matty! I saw those pics in your backpack." "Tommy, shut up!" "Gotcha, Billy!" Damn, this was fun. "Not a sign of a hardon from Champ," Billy said, still blushing like a schoolgirl. "Hardon? Why would he have a hardon?" "Didn't you see?" "I didn't see anything." Billy and Robby had sat together on the opposite side of the table from me. "Oh, shit, Tommy, I was hard the whole time and rubbing my dick. I think he looked." "I didn't notice anything. Come on, let's get this stuff inside." It seemed like forever, but soon I had all the cleanup done and was working on the last few math problems of my homework. I did my homework in the TV room. There was a big table there, and I could spread all my stuff out. Pretty soon, Billy came down. "I'm all done, Tommy. I just checked with Robby, he's almost done too." "Almost?" I said, "His 'almosts' can last for hours, man!" "So what do you wanna do, Tommy?" "Guess!" "Fuck me?" "Yes! But there's no time. Besides--" "Yup, I know--with Robby on the loose. You about done?" "Yeah. Two more math problems and I'm outta here." "So how're we gonna do the measurements?" Billy asked. "I thought about that. Just do me first. I'll do everything you say, and Robby'll be too embarrassed not to follow in my footsteps. "I don't know about this, Tommy." "Waddaya mean?" "It's too obvious. Ok, say I take all your measurements, naked. When it's Robby's turn, he'll be forced to undress, and he'll be totally exposed, no way to hide--he might freak." "Yeah, I see what you mean. So what should we do? Maybe you can take the measurements with just our shirts off?" "Yup! That's a great idea. Just half-naked, and nothing freaky." "Cool. Might open the door to something bigger and better," I said. "Shit, I don't know if I can wait till later, bro. I'm so horny, it's driving me nuts!" Billy put his hand over my cock and just held it, through the cloth. "It's ok bro--if ya want, I'll suck you off, now," Billy said, so lovingly. "I'd love to, man! It's just with Robby around--" "Yup, I know. You're right--too risky," Billy said. "Tommy! Shit--what are we going to do for calculations? I have no clue about that. I don't even have an assignment sheet." "You could just type one up and print it while we're waiting. The calculations, though... Wait! Just say you re-read the assignment and you just have to type the measurements into a database, at school, on Monday." "Yeah! That's perfect, Tommy. Ok, I'll go create an assignment sheet. I just hope Robby doesn't figure out that we made this up." "Nah! Keep it simple and nothing'll go wrong, Billy." It was a good thing Robby took forever. Billy had a good-looking assignment sheet made up, and we had a chance to go over a few details by the time Robby showed up. "So uh, where should we do the measurements?" Billy asked. "Why not MY room?" said Robby, excitedly. "Ok, Champ. Get a tape measure and we'll meet you there." "Cool!" In a few minutes the three of us were in Robby's room. "Ok, you guys," Billy said, "Stand up. It's time to measure you. Tommy can be first. Take your shirt off, Tommy." Billy took his time measuring my waist size, arms, chest, distance between nipples, distance across shoulders and whatever other measurements he could think of--some of which were ridiculous. A couple of times, when I had my back to Robby, I gave Billy a look like, 'You gotta be kidding.' "Ok," Billy said. I've got to measure your legs in three places and take your inseam, now. Robby watched with guarded, fearful attention. Billy did my inseam last. The higher Billy went on my legs the bigger my dick got, and when he stuck the tape measure up by my balls, to do the inseam, I was hard. I glanced at Robby and his shorts were tenting. His face was also red as a beet, and he looked like a scared rabbit. "Ok, all done, Tommy. Robby, you're next. We might as well get your legs and inseam, first." Robby looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Billy knelt at Robby's feet and went right for the inseam. As he did this, he leaned into Robby, and the side of Billy's face pressed against Robby's boner. Poor Robby froze! His face was dark red and his mouth was half open, he was breathing so hard. He looked kinda hot, though, for a twelve year old. "Take your shirt off, Champ." Billy finished the leg measurements and worked his way up to Robby's chest and shoulders. He had saved the nipple measurement for last. I saw how Billy checked the distance several times and rubbed his fingers over and over Robby's little pink circles. By this time, Robby was about breathless. The bulge in his shorts looked like it was going to rip the material. "Well, Billy, I guess I get to take your measurements now," I said--figuring it wouldn't look like much of a science project if we left out one of the brothers. Besides, I wanted to have a little fun with Billy's hardon. "No, uh, we have lab partners and we did each other's last week in school," Billy said. "But I do have to take a lot of foot measurements. I know YOU, Robby, we don't dare touch YOUR feet until you get a bath." 'There he goes with the WE, again,' I thought. "What?" Robby said. "Yeah, Robby," I said, "Dad said we gotta give you a bath." "He did?" "Yup," Billy said, "So let's get moving." Billy was glued to Robby, and the three of us ended up in the bathroom. I turned on the water to get the tub going. While the tub was filling, I could see Robby, red as ever, reaching for the zipper, on his shorts, and hesitating. "It's all gotta come off, Champ," Billy said, gently. "I know, but..." Robby said, "This is... I--" "Oh I get it," Billy said, turning to me. "He's shy. I think if I strip first, then Robby won't feel like he's alone in this." "Good idea, Billy." Actually I thought it was a bad idea. If Robby was going to be straight, this might turn him totally against us. But this was Billy's thing--and even though Robby was nervous, he didn't seem too upset by any of it, so far. I watched Robby's eyes get really big as he kept them glued to Billy, who was busy stripping. Somehow, Billy's hardon had gone down, some, so he had half a boner--but it was, at least, respectable. At this point, I still had a total hardon, and Robby's eyes started to shift from Billy's crotch to mine. I guess that was a good sign. "God!" Robby gasped, as Billy's dick finally come into view. I don't know why I was embarrassed, myself, but by now, I was probably as red as Robby was. Billy was totally naked, now, and ignored Robby's gasp. It was time for Robby to get his clothes off. "Ok, Champ," Billy said. "You do the honors or I will." "I don't care," Robby said. It shocked the shit outta me to hear my baby brother say that-- the original 'Mr. Shy.' Meanwhile, Billy was getting one of his 'express' hardons. "Ok, Robby, I will, then," Billy said. "Yeah, Champ, you can hold on to me for balance, if ya want," I said--suddenly wondering if I sounded like an idiot. Robby pulled his shorts and briefs down, all in one motion, and uncovered a full five inch erection, five-and-a-half, maybe. It was my turn to gasp. Billy did too. I thought to myself, 'Holy shit!' "Wow, Champ!" I said, "You're as big as Billy! Damn!" Actually, I thought Robby might be a tad bigger than Billy, but I wasn't about to say anything that Billy might take as an insult. "Way to go, Robby!" Billy said, as Robby smiled for the first time since this all started. I don't think Billy was a bit jealous, but he sure was drooling over Robby's dick. I had to admit, Robby was looking better and better, every minute. "Robby," I said, "If you're this big at twelve, you'll be way bigger than me when you get to be 16. Trust me." "Really? You mean it?" "Hell, yes!" I said. I was nervous, myself, and I was glad I had my clothes on. I felt a little more secure, that way. "I bet you're really big, Tommy," Robby said. Billy looked at me as if he wanted ME to get naked and show Robby just how big I was. I gave him a look that could kill. Billy got the message. In spite of Robby's moment of happiness, embarrassment took over and he hopped into the bathtub. Billy's face changed suddenly. It was one of those looks I had seen when we were getting ready to have sex. I felt myself getting pulled into Billy's spell, not even knowing what it was. Robby was looking into Billy's eyes and little Champ looked hypnotized or something. "Good boy," Billy said, with that low, growly voice I had heard before. "You got in the tub already, Robby. I'm proud of you." Billy shut the water off, even though the tub didn't have the usual amount of water. Still, it was full enough for a bath. "I guess we'll wash your hair last," Billy said, softly. "We'll wash the rest of you first, Champ." I thought to myself, 'What's this WE shit?' "Do ya hafta wash my hair?" "Yup. You're head's all sweaty, Champ. You don't want to stink and have dad be mad at us, do you?" "No!" Robby said, anxiously. "Good boy, Robby, good boy," Billy said. Usually, Billy had all sorts of not-so-great nicknames he called Robby, and the absence of those was having an effect on Robby--an effect I couldn't put my finger on. "Gosh, the water feels good," Robby said, as he laid back, and his boner stuck out of the water. I had to admit, the sight of that was turning me on. "That's good, Robby. That's real good," Billy said softly. "Gosh," Robby sighed. That was Robby--he never cussed. We tried to get him to, one day, but it was hopeless. I stared constantly at Robby's little boner--I had always thought of him as having a 'little' boner, but now I could see that it wasn't little, at all. For twelve, he was huge. It was really a good-looking dick--cut, like me and Billy--but the head was so perfect-looking, and Robby's dick had a thicker look that made him seem very studly. Billy and I had never thought of Robby that way. Robby had a good set of friends, but he was a little geeky. And you never think of geeks as sexy, I guess. Robby was about 5 foot 5-- almost as tall as Billy, but not as thin as Billy. Robby was still slender, but he had a more defined look than Billy did. Funny, you see your brother every day, but you don't really 'see' everything about him, somehow. Robby had medium reddish-brown hair, and right now, his green eyes looked very sexy, to me. "Feeling good, Champ?" Billy asked, as he slid his hands into the water. "Yah." I gulped, wondering what Billy was going to do. I didn't have to wonder for long, as I saw Billy grab the soap and slide his hands up Billy's legs. He rubbed Robby's inner thighs for a while, then gently took hold of Robby's boner and stroked it. "Fuck!" Robby gasped. "What?" Billy and I said, almost at the same time, in total shock. Robby's face was dark red. "Feels so good," Robby said. "It does?" Billy said, stupidly--his eyes wide open and mouth gaping. "Fuck, yeah," Robby whispered. I couldn't believe this was coming out of MY baby brother's mouth. "Stand up, Robby. It's time to, uh, wash you." By this time, I found myself closer to the tub and practically drooling. Robby's dick was even bigger, now. I guess he wasn't hard, all the way, before. As soon as Robby stood up, Billy stood too, and Billy's boner was bouncing, wet with precum. Robby's dick was totally hard, and the way it looked--so hot and strong--made me throb, in my pants. Billy grabbed Robby's hardon, and Robby gasped, and started to respond. "Ah! Oh, yah." Robby said. I could tell Billy was scared, but his dick was dripping and throbbing so bad I knew he was horny as hell over this. I wasn't exactly yawning. I could see Billy was trying to figure his next move--he was getting ready to say something, I could tell. Billy looked straight into Robby's eyes. "You wanna feel mine?" ___ To be continued? 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