Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2011 08:34:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hunter's Valentine

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination and not real life. So, no real boy's were involved. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teen brothers. If
this type of material offends you or you are not age eighteen or older,
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Hunter's Valentine


It was about ten minutes into the third period when Jordan Thompson circled
around the defenseman and took the shot. The goalie was quick, but the puck
spun past his glove, clanged off the post, and slammed into the back of the
net. Jordan played right wing forward and was already gaining a reputation
as a stand out freshman on the local college hockey team. This goal would
add to his fame.

"Yeah!" Thirteen year old Hunter yelled, jumping to his feet, his fist
pumping the air in celebration. He enjoyed watching his brother skate and
loved it even more when he scored.

The air horn sitting atop the scoreboard sounded, and the red light behind
the net flashed, signaling the goal.

Hunter watched as his brother's teammates enthusiastically surrounded him.

The chant, "Sieve! Sieve!" grew as home team fans taunted the unhappy
goalie. The fact another one had gotten passed him being made painfully
clear.

"Did you see it?" Hunter beamed, looking at his Dad.

Mr. Thompson grinned widely. "Sure did!"

Mrs. Thompson was still seated. But she too was grinning.

Hunter watched as his brother skated back toward the team bench, his stick
raised in the air. The second line and his other teammates slapped him on
the back as he climbed over the wall and sat down.

"Third one tonight," Hunter smiled. "A hat trick," he thought as he sat
back down, "Totally awesome!"

* * * *

The regional campus of the University of Wisconsin had an enrollment of
slightly more than seven thousand students. As Hunter and his folks made
their way to the car after the game, he looked at the arts building and
marveled at its beauty. With its dark curved glass it stood out from the
more traditional designs of the science building and the student
union. Hunter loved being on the campus, all thoughts of his own school
behind him.

"I want to go here too," he said softly.

His mother put her arm around him and gave him a little squeeze. "Want to
be like your brother, huh?" she smiled.

Hunter shrugged. Actually, he was embarrassed by the question. For years
he'd looked up to his older brother and hoped to one day be like him. But
he was painfully shy and would never admit to anyone that that was his
dream. Deep down, he doubted that day would ever come. Where Jordan was
good looking, athletic, had an outgoing personality and was the center of
attention almost anywhere he went, Hunter saw himself as just the opposite.

Hunter thought of all the ways he was different from his brother. He looked
down at the puffy jacket he was wearing and knew it was because of the
small roll of baby fat that hadn't yet melted away. Then there was the
awkwardness and somewhat clumsy feeling of having a body whose parts
weren't all growing at the same rate. His squeaky voice was announcing the
start of puberty and then there was his monumental shyness.

"I'll never be anything like Jordan," Hunter thought sadly.

* * * *

Hunter was already in bed when his brother finally got home. He knew there
was usually an after game meeting with the coach, showers, and then many of
the guys would stop someplace for food. He went to bed rather than try to
wait up. He really wasn't expecting to see his brother until morning. He
also knew Jordan would probably meet up with his girlfriend, Brianna.

Hunter was surprised therefore when he heard the floor outside his room
creak. A sliver of light was projected onto the wall as his bedroom door
slowly opened.

"Are you awake? Jordan asked softly.

"No," Hunter giggled.

Jordan stepped in and closed the door. "Oh, well I won't stay then, if
you're asleep.

Hunter laughed and sat up.

"Did you like the game?" Jordan smiled.

"It was awesome," Hunter gushed, "Three goals? No way!" he laughed.

"I made the last one for you!"

"You did?" Hunter beamed.

"Sure did," Jordan grinned. He stepped to the side of his brother's loft
bed.

When Hunter sat up the top of his head was near the ceiling. "Did you see
Brianna after?" he whispered. He had almost been too embarrassed to ask.

Jordan stepped closer and put his hand in the center of his brother's tummy
and gave it a little tickle. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he chuckled.

Hunter giggled.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'll ever have a girlfriend?" Hunter asked quietly.

Jordan reached up and gave his brother a hug. He rubbed him playfully on
the back. "I'm sure of it. You're gonna be a little heart breaker," he said
tenderly.

Hunter pulled away, and gave his brother a puzzled look. "What's a heart
breaker?"

"A boy that all the girls chase after but can't catch," Jordan smiled.

Hunter blushed.

"Night, bro," Jordan whispered as he gave Hunter another hug.

"Night," Hunter whispered in return. He snuggled under the covers and
watched Jordan open the door and close it behind him.

* * * *

The next morning Hunter poured milk over his cereal as his dad finished the
paper.

"Will you please go and put some clothes on? You're making me cold,"
Mr. Thompson teased.

Hunter was dressed in a pair of red plaid boxers and one of his brother's
rumpled State college T-Shirt's. The shirt was several sizes too big. He
was always wearing his brother's things.

"Why? It's not cold," Hunter giggled.

Mr. Thompson looked out the window at the nearly five foot high drift of
snow covering their patio. "Uh huh," he nodded and shook his head.

Hunter grinned.

"How's my little bro?" Jordan said cheerily as he came down the stairs and
found a place at the table.

"Mmmmmkay," Hunter mumbled, his mouth now full of Choco Puffs.

"Go put some clothes on. You're making me cold!" Jordan shivered as he
reached for the toast.

Hunter looked at his Dad. They both laughed.

"What?" Jordan looked at each of them.

"Never mind," Hunter giggled.

* * * *

The coach had called a short practice for Saturday morning. The win the
night before was impressive, but he told the team they couldn't rest on
past successes. "The game tonight will be just as important as last
night's," he said to the young men that were just putting on their
gear. "The `Devils" are a tough team and they'll want to avenge their
loss."

"So let's go kick some ass," Jordan offered, and the rest of the team
grunted in response.

The scrimmage went well, and the coach kept it light. Jordan knew the main
purpose was to make sure everyone stayed limber.

"Olson!" Jordan hollered at his fellow forward, "Remember to set it up!" he
reminded his teammate of a power play the two had been practicing for
weeks.

The other boy nodded and slapped the ice with his stick, calling for the
puck.

Jordan passed it over and they skated toward the goal, passing it back and
forth until finally they were in position. This time it was Jordan who hit
the ice and Olson passed it over. Jordan gave the puck a slap shot and it
blasted passed the goalie.

"Fuck!" The goalie moaned and banged the steal frame of the net.

Jordan skated slowly passed, "Didn't see that one, did you?" he teased.

"Up yours, sideways," the goalie responded, but then chuckled.

"That's not the way I like it," Jordan laughed and returned to the bench.

* * * *

Hunter was disappointed his folks had said `no' to going to the Saturday
night game. He had whined, but his father had given him a look that told
him he was skating on thin ice, and it wasn't hockey.

Hunter made the best of things by pulling a pillow and blanket down the
stairs to the family room. The game would be on a local television station,
because hockey in the northland was like football in the south. In other
words, pretty important!

"Popcorn?" Mrs. Thompson offered as Hunter fluffed his pillow and made a
little nest on the couch.

"And a soda?" he smiled.

"Popcorn and soda coming up," his mom said with a grin.

Mr. Thompson settled into his recliner, pushed it back, and his feet came
up. "I wonder if Jordan will get another hat trick tonight?" he glanced
over at Hunter.

"Two maybe," Hunter replied, "I doubt he'll get three again."

"Fifty cents says he'll do it!" Mr. Thompson grinned.

"You're on!" Hunter smiled.

It was another exciting game, but Jordan only managed one goal. Several
times when the power play was on, Jordan and his `Center' had numerous
shots on goal but couldn't quite get passed the defense. When the horn
sounded, the game ended in a tie.

"I owe you fifty cents," Mr. Thompson sighed as he got out of his chair and
headed up the stairs.

"Make it a buck," Hunter winked, "I hate quarters."

Mr. Thompson stopped by the couch and ruffled his youngest son's mop of
dishwater blond hair. "You should go into banking."

Hunter laughed.

* * * *

It was three days before Valentine's Day and Jordon was leaning on the
glass counter at one of the mall's two jewelry stores. He had already been
at the first one and hadn't found what he had been looking for.

"May I help you?" a well dressed woman in her fifties asked gently. The way
she carried herself, it appeared she had been well chosen for the position.

"I, uh," Jordon stuttered.

"Perhaps something for a young lady?"

"Yeah, I mean, do you have, like, a ring or something? Not too
expensive. I'm in my first year of college." Jordon blushed.

"I think I have just the right thing," the woman smiled softly.

She took out a tray of silver and gold rings, several with blue or black
stones. "This is a blue star sapphire," she said and handed the delicate
ring to Jordon. "It's very affordable."

Jordon turned it over in his hand. "It's perfect," he grinned, "How much?"

The clerk turned the tag over, "Three hundred."

The smile on Jordon's face faded.

"Perhaps we can do a little better," the woman said kindly.

Twenty minutes later, Jordon walked out with a small velvet lined box deep
in his pocket. "What's a few monthly payments?" he thought, heading for the
food court.

* * * *

Hunter sat in the bathtub, pushing miniature islands of soap bubbles from
one side of the tub to the other. He smiled, and put a handful of them on
the top of his head and wore them like a hat for a few minutes. Then he
scrubbed his arms, stomach, and each leg using the bar of soap like a wash
cloth. Eventually he finished and looked down at the thing between his
legs.

His cock was becoming something he paid more and more attention to as the
months went by. There was a nice start to a patch of hair down there but he
worried that his penis seemed strangely out of proportion to the rest of
him. It was way bigger than when he was younger and he was concerned that
it looked unusually large for a boy his age. The solid, thick stalk led to
a nicely rounded and flared head. He hadn't been circumcised so there was a
hood over the tip. He pulled it back and gently ran a soapy hand over the
thing.

"How ya' doing?" he whispered as he played with himself. He thought back to
the boys he had seen in the locker room at school and the pictures he found
on the internet. They were certainly interesting, but they didn't compare
to Jordan. His brother always seemed to win out when he put them side by
side.

His cock reacted like a puppy, bouncing up, eager to play. As his dick
swelled, Hunter reached down under his sack and flicked the eggs inside up
and down a few times.

"You like that, don't you?" he said to his dick.

It had been a few months earlier that he had accidentally discovered the
good feelings he could give himself by playing with it. The first few times
he'd been sleeping. He remembered dreaming of the cutest boy in his gym
class and seeing his naked butt. He'd woken to find himself with a wet bed
and a mess in his sleep pants.

One afternoon he'd been alone in the house and had gone to his room. He'd
turned on his laptop, read his emails, and then started looking around at
some of his favorite sites. One thing had led to another and soon he was
face down on his bed with his jeans and underwear around his knees, his
bare ass humping up and down. He had used one hand to stroke his hard shaft
and the other to tightly grip the pillow that he had shoved under his
middle. His strokes had been fast and his hips automatically thrust his
boner deep into the softness of the pillow.

It hadn't been long before his eyes fluttered, his dickie squirted, and
he'd entered a whole new world.

Hunter scooped up another bubble island and deposited it on the tip of his
cock. He slowly stroked. He slid to the back of the tub and lay down. His
knees spread and just the top half of his cock out of the water, he
continued to play with the thing. He closed his eyes and tried to recreate
the picture of the time he had seen Jordan sitting on the toilet, his cock
throbbing as he stroked it. Hunter had gotten his own boner, but at that
point hadn't known what to do with it. This time he did. He stroked
himself, working up the good feelings.

A few minutes later, the boy gasped, grunted, and shot three long squirts
of boy stuff into the air. Some landed high on his chest. He frantically
tried for a few more drops, but then slowed his hand, took several deep
breaths, and then opened his eyes. His hand was covered with drippy white
cream.

"Eeeew," he laughed, and swished his hand around washing the stuff off. He
smiled at the thought that there was now thousands of little spermies
swimming in the tub with him.

Hunter sighed, stood up and flipped the stopper in the tub to drain it. He
turned on the water and pulled the knob up to activate the shower part. He
rinsed himself off and turned off the water. Stepping out he pulled a towel
from the rack and dried himself.

He gave the boy in the mirror a look, but not a long one. At thirteen, he
accepted he was still "on the elementary school side" of growing up. High
School was still a year away. He wrapped the towel around his middle,
combed his hair and put deodorant under his arms.

"Done," he thought and left the bathroom, the walls and mirror dripping
with moisture. Hunter never did use the exhaust fan.

Five minutes later he was in his room when he was reminded.

"Hunter!" his mother yelled, her tone unmistakable.

"Crap," Hunter sighed, "Did it again."

* * * *

Jordon had heard his mother's voice as he was leaving, and had no doubt his
little brother was about to get a few words before bedtime. As for himself,
his mind was focused on Brianna. She had agreed to let him pick her up and
take her for a ride in the country. That always meant they would cruise
around until they found a quiet spot and he'd try to get in her pants, and
she'd only partly protest.

This night, the spot was in a dark corner of a little used faculty lot at
the college.

"You taste like a chocolate milk shake," Brianna giggled after their first
kiss.

Jordan snuggled closer; the windows of his beat up car already starting to
fog. "I thought you liked chocolate?" he eased his hand under her coat and
rested it on her stomach.

"I do," she giggled and got more comfortable.

The big date was coming up. Valentine's Day was going to be when their
relationship "would move to a whole new level," Jordan had been telling
himself for weeks. "No more just kissing and feeling each other up, it was
time to go all the way!"

Brianna was still in High School, and when Jordan had graduated he had made
the decision to stay at the local college, in part, so he could continue
dating her.

Brianna nudged closer and the kissing began again.

Jordan rubbed his hand over the girl's stomach, slowly moving downward
until it was finally low on her belly. He rubbed the mound of her jeans and
she obligingly opened her legs. As the kiss went on Jordan groped her more
fully.

"What are you doing?" Brianna laughed softly when the kiss ended.

"What do you mean?" Jordan tried to act innocent.

"Your hand?" Brianna gave him a hint.

"Oh, just seeing what's there," Jordan teased.

Brianna wrapped her arms around Jordan and they picked up where they had
left off. She let him continue his play.

"Fair warning, don't get your hopes up, you're not getting it tonight,"
Brianna finally giggled in his ear. "I'm staying a virgin a few days
longer."

Jordan eased back so he could look at her and pushed his lip out in a
childlike pout. "Oh come on," he pleaded.

Brianna smiled, but shook her head, `no'.

Jordan sighed, "Okay," he said with disappointment, "but please promise you
won't send me home with blue balls!"

Brianna rubbed Jordan's now stiff bulge. "All right, take it out, I guess I
could suck on it for awhile," she grinned.

Jordan popped the top button on his jeans and pulled his zipper
down. "You're the best," he sighed as she put her mouth over his knob.

* * * *

The next evening, Hunter was at the dining room table putting the finishing
touches on a school project when his brother came in the back door.

"Hi," Hunter smiled, glad to see his brother home early.

"What's up, little man?" Jordan headed for the fridge and grabbed the
orange juice.

"History project," Hunter answered, gluing another small figure to the
display.

Jordan stepped over and looked at it. "Nice job, you should get an `A.'"

Hunter blushed. "You think so?"

"Definitely."

Jordan helped his brother finish things up and then went to the cupboard in
search of food.

"You going to a party or anything for Valentine's Day?" Jordan asked
casually as he reached into the cookie jar.

Hunter blushed. "There was one over at Melinda's house, but I wasn't
invited."

Jordan turned.

Hunter tried to hide the hurt he was feeling.

"Maybe next year," Jordan said tenderly.

Hunter just nodded. "What about you?"

"Big date with Brianna," Jordan smiled.

Hunter couldn't look his brother in the eyes. The way Jordan had said "big
date," Hunter knew it had something to do with sex and he was way too
embarrassed to even ask.

"I'll tell you all about it sometime." Jordan winked then left the room.

* * * *

Valentine's Day morning, Jordan hurried to the mall to get some new
boxers. He reasoned if he and Brianna were finally going to go all the way,
he wanted to be wearing just the right things.

He had made his purchase and was just leaving the store when he spotted
Brianna coming out of a women's boutique, the kind that sold very expensive
panties and such. He started to grin at the thought of her buying something
special for their date, when a guy following a step behind wrapped his arm
around her and pulled her close for a kiss. It was Darren Rogers, one of
his best friends from the team. Darren had a reputation of always getting
what he wanted. The campus rumor mill placed him at the top of the list of
those responsible for the steady increase in the number of former virgins.

The way the two giggled and carried on, it was apparent Darren had made yet
another conquest.

Jordan, stunned, walked over. "What the fuck, Brianna?"

Brianna's eyes grew wide. "Jordan, I uh.."

"You never told me it was Jordan," Darren said, pulling Brianna closer.

"Yeah, well, I thought it would be awkward," Brianna said softly.

"How long?" Jordan asked. He figured Brianna would fill the rest in.

"Three weeks," she looked down.

"And tonight?" Jordan asked, his anger rising.

"I was going to call, I mean, I wouldn't just not show up or anything."

"Call?" Jordan rolled his eyes. He thought of punching Darren out and
hauling Brianna away, but then decided it just wasn't worth it. Besides,
they were still teammates. "You're such a bitch!" he finally said.

"Jordan..." Brianna started, but Jordan had already turned and started to
walk away.

"You're a God Damn Bitch!" He yelled, startling everyone within ear shot.

* * * *

Hunter heard his brother pound up the stairs to his room and slam the door.

The boy's parents were out for a few hours. So the house should have been
quiet. Hunter had been watching the sports channel.

Perhaps a half hour had gone by and Hunter decided to check his email. As
he got to the top of the stairs he heard Jordan crying. "Fucking Bitch!"
Jordan sobbed softly.

Hunter hadn't heard Jordan cry in years. His older brother had always been
the strong one. Hunter stopped at Jordon's door and quietly
knocked. "Jordan?"

"Not now, Hunter," Jordan sniffed. "Leave me alone, okay?" he said softly.

"What's wrong?" Hunter persisted.

Jordan sobbed again.

Hunter tried the door and was relieved when the knob turned. He opened it
and stepped inside. Jordan was lying flat on his bed, his face streaked
from tears. Some were still rolling down his cheeks.

Hunter crawled onto the bed, and sat resting on his knees. He rubbed his
brother's back.

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

Jordon turned his head, his eyes almost closed shut from the
crying. "Brianna," he sniffed.

The two looked at one another for half an instant before Jordon reached out
for his brother and the two hugged. The older boy sobbed once again, the
sound seemed to be coming from deep in his soul. Hunter did his best to
comfort him.

Slowly it all came out. To Hunter what seemed to cause his brother the most
pain was the sense of betrayal. If the relationship had simply ended, that
would have been one thing. But the boy had been strung along and Brianna
had cheated on him with a member of his own team. Worse than that, she had
given Darren what she had promised to Jordon.

"It isn't fair!" Jordon complained when there were no more tears.

Hunter agreed, what more could he do?

* * * *

The Thompson's came home a few hours later. Hunter told them about Brianna
and how upset Jordan was. Mrs. Thompson went into Jordan's room first and
then Mr. Thompson. But there wasn't much they could do other than listen.

* * * *

By late afternoon Jordan was back downstairs and more like his usual
self. "Sorry," he said with an embarrassed look and wrapped his arms around
his brother. "I kind of lost it for a little bit."

Hunter gave him a squeeze. "Don't worry about it, I get sad sometimes,
too."

"Mom and Dad still going out tonight?" Jordan sighed.

"They were talking about staying home because of, well, you know."

"What about you? Weren't you going to Stevie's?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm telling mom and dad they should go. There's no reason for them
to hang around here."

"The only reason I was going to Stevie's was mom didn't want me to be here
by myself," Hunter said softly.

"So, how about a guy's night? Just the two of us?" Jordan ruffled Hunter's
hair.

"That'd be great!" Hunter beamed.

The Thompsons resisted, but they still had dinner reservations and a top
floor suite at the best hotel in town. "We should really stay here,"
Mrs. Thompson argued, but Jordan was persuasive and wouldn't take `no' for
an answer. He didn't want to spoil their evening.

"Pack a bag and have a good time," he joked with his dad when his mother
had gone upstairs.

"Thanks," Mr. Thompson winked and hurried after his wife.

* * * *

With the folks gone, Jordan took charge and ordered pizza. Hunter asked for
extra cheese.

Jordan settled into the family room, put his feet up, and turned to the
Syfy channel. An old vampire movie was being shown for the fifth time that
weekend.

It wasn't until the doorbell rang announcing the pizza had arrived that
Jordan noticed Hunter wasn't around.

Jordan paid the delivery guy, shut the door and hollered. "Hunter! The
pizza's here!"

A moment later Hunter popped out from the kitchen. "Bring it in here," he
giggled.

Jordan's eyes grew wide when he stepped through the doorway. The kitchen
table was covered with their mom's best linen table cloth, there were two
place settings of her best china, and red candles were lit and flickering.

"What the..?" Jordan stood open mouthed.

Hunter grinned mischievously. "It's Valentine's Day!"

"I know, but, all this?" Jordan set the pizza down on the counter.

Hunter blushed. "It isn't very often I get you all to myself."

Jordan looked at his little brother and then walked over and wrapped his
arms around him. "Thanks," he whispered.

The boys laughed and smiled all through the meal. Hunter seemed to be
trying very hard to take Jordan's mind off of Brianna.

It reminded Jordan of the times he and his brother had played in their back
yard fort when they were younger. It was their fantasy place, and it was
all so much fun.

"Wait here," Jordan smiled and hurried downstairs. A short while later he
came back up carrying a bottle from their dad's wine cellar. "This is a
cheap one," he explained when Hunter shot him a worried look. Jordan knew
he and his brother were thinking the same thing, neither of them were near
old enough to drink.

"What if they find out?" Hunter bit his lip and squirmed a little in his
chair.

"I made you do it," Jordan laughed.

Hunter smiled, he had used the same line himself many times before.

When the bottle was gone, it was Hunter who asked if they could have a
second.

Jordan chuckled but said, `no'.

Hunter frowned, and tipped his glass trying for a final few drops. It
wasn't long and the boys were feeling the effects.

Even in their tipsy state, both knew they'd be in serious trouble if
anything happened to the china or their mother's best table cloth. So
before leaving the room they cleaned the kitchen and put everything away.

* * * *

"Want to watch a DVD?" Jordan asked as they headed to the family room.

Hunter put a disc in the machine and the two settled on the sofa.

A couple of minutes later Hunter jumped up, "Back in a minute," and he ran
off.

When Hunter returned he had a fluffy blanket and two pillows. He tossed one
to Jordan and turned off the lights. They both snuggled under the blanket
as the light from the television flickered.

It was quiet, save for the TV, both boys focused on the show.

Hunter stirred. "This is nice," he whispered and scooted closer to his
brother.

Jordan wrapped an arm around him. "Very nice," he whispered back.

Minutes went by. "I'm sorry about Brianna," Hunter said softly.

"I know," Jordan gave him a little squeeze and a smile.

Hunter gave Jordan a tentative look, "Can I ask you something?"

Jordan nodded.

"Were you and Brianna going to do it tonight?" Hunter blushed.

Jordan sighed. "Yeah, this was supposed to be the night we were both going
to stop being virgins."

"I'm sorry," Hunter said again.

The boys sat holding one another in the dark family room. It didn't feel
strange or unnatural.

Hunter edged closer and put his hand on his brother's stomach. Jordan
thought it was tender, and in a way, intimate. Jordan looked into Hunter's
eyes. He saw something new there. Hunter's breathing was shallow and his
face was growing pink. Something seemed to be happening.

Hunter turned and twisted, crawling part way up onto his brother. Jordan
thought he now saw something else in his brother's eyes.

"Hunter..." Jordan started to say when the younger boy pushed him gently
toward the end of the sofa. Jordan rolled onto his back.

Hunter crawled on top of him.

"What are you doing?" Jordon whispered.

Hunter whimpered and tried to snuggle closer. It reminded Jordan of when
Hunter was little, and he would become frightened.

Jordon wrapped his arms around his brother as he had so many times
before. Hunter's face was now flushing deeper red. Hunter clumsily pushed
his crotch against Jordan's. The two locked eyes as he did it again.

"Ugh," Hunter whimpered, his face now showing confusion and sexual need.

Perhaps it was the wine, or the candle light dinner, or the frustration of
losing his girlfriend, but whatever it was, something caused Jordan to lean
forward. He couldn't stop himself. He lightly touched his lips to his
brother's in a tender kiss. It seemed it was what both wanted.

Hunter trembled, but didn't pull away. Like a fawn he waited to be shown
the path through the forest. Jordan tenderly touched him here and there and
led him to a place that only lovers know.

The first kiss led to a second, and then a third. The last one was with
open mouths and tongues. Hunter's need increased and once again he rubbed
himself against Jordan.

Jordan pulled back from the kiss. "We're brothers," he choked, unable to
say more.

"Please?" Hunter whispered, his eyes begging his brother to continue.

Jordan pulled him tight against himself. "I love you so much," Jordan
finally whimpered.

Hunter turned his head and laid it on his brother's chest. He moved his
hips, rubbing his hard knob against Jordan's. It wasn't frantic, just a
needy touching.

Jordan kissed Hunter on the top of the head and then slowly ran his hand
down his back. He paused just a moment when he felt the soft mounds of his
brother's rear end, but then slipped both of his hands under the waistband
and into Hunter's sleep pants. His brother's baby soft bottom was warm to
the touch.

"Ugh," Hunter groaned when Jordan's hands touched his bare skin. He grunted
when Jordan lightly squeezed each cheek. The feelings were building and
Hunter rubbed against his brother more urgently than before.

Another kiss, a few awkward minutes as both boys struggled with their pants
and finally they were able to feel the other's naked hardness against their
own.

Hunter's moans were increasing.

"Like this," Jordan whispered, stroking his brother's cock to show him how
to stroke his. Hunter was a quick learner. The brother's jerked one another
as the kisses continued.

Hunter's whimpers and needy thrusts announced he was getting close. Jordan
gripped him more firmly as the boy pushed his cock through the hole Jordan
had made with his fist. Seconds later Hunter trembled and held his
breath. Four hot streams shot across Jordan's stomach.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," Hunter muttered in one long throaty breath.

Jordan was a bit surprised to hear his brother use the word, but the
stiffness of his brother's penis in his hand told him he was certainly old
enough. Jordan rubbed Hunter's back and hugged him close as his orgasm
slowly faded. "Are you all right?" he asked tenderly when it was all over.

Hunter looked up, his shyness back once again. He just blushed.

"It's okay," Jordan reassured him.

They were quiet for a moment and then Hunter crawled up so they could kiss
again. This time the kiss was ever so slow.

When it ended, Hunter laid his head on Jordan's shoulder. "I love you,
too," he whispered.

Jordan softly rubbed his brother's back.

They held each other a long time.

"You still have a boner," Hunter giggled.

"Yeah," Jordan agreed.

"Can I jerk it?" Hunter asked so softly Jordan barely heard him.

Jordan nodded.

Hunter looked up and smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day," he giggled and
wrapped his hand around his brother's cock.

Jordan looked down and watched as Hunter stroked him. Seeing his little
brother with his cock in his hand turned him on more than he could have
imagined. He lifted his ass a couple of inches off the couch and sped up
his thrusts. "Almost..." he moaned and closed his eyes. His brother did the
rest.

It wasn't the way he'd planned on spending Valentine's, "but all in all,"
Jordon thought, "it wasn't bad, not bad at all."


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Thanks for reading. This story is almost entirely the product of my
editor's imagination, so, my sincere thanks to Andrew.  Comments? Contact
me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Jon