Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 20:50:46 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: Mirror, Mirror - 3 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mirror, Mirror Chapter 3 Sitting down for breakfast, Cameron could tell Bryce was uneasy. He wondered if his brother was having second thoughts about what they'd done the night before. Bryce had seemed okay with them jerking off together, but now he wasn't so sure. There was definitely something going on. The ride to school would have been a quiet one but for their sister's non-stop chattering. Abbie was busily explaining all the in and outs of fifth grade fashion to their mom. The long and the short of it was that Abbie wanted a new wardrobe. She needed mom on her side before she could even think about asking dad for money. Once they had arrived at school, Cameron gave Bryce another look, but Bryce still seemed distant. The twins walked to their lockers in silence. "You okay?" Cameron asked gently as he dialed in his combination and lifted the handle to open the locker door. "Yeah." Bryce shrugged. "Doesn't look like it," Cameron said softly. Bryce pulled his algebra textbook off the top shelf of his locker and dug his notebook out from under a pile of trash. "Just thinking." "About last night?" "Yeah." "It wasn't that big a deal." "Still," Bryce said, slamming his locker shut. "We never did that before." "It was just boy stuff," Cameron offered, hoping that might help. "Yeah, I guess." Bryce seemed to relax and then smiled. * * * * Three days a week the boys had soccer practice. They'd both made the junior varsity team. Bryce was a striker and Cameron played mid-field. The head coach, Mr. Michelson, was one of those teachers every kid liked. He'd been a player in high school and college, so knew about the game first hand, best of all, he enjoyed teaching what he'd learned. Off the field, the kids affectionately called him "Mr. M." Cameron loved watching Mr. M. when he'd come off the sidelines and give a demonstration of how to make a certain kind of kick or how to defend against a particular play. More than once Cameron had found himself with a silly smile on his face after Mr. M. had given him a soft swat on the butt and told him to `get in there.' The practice game was in full swing when Bryce shot passed the defender and quickly passed the ball cross field to Bobby McGinty. The goalie was slow in turning and Bobby got the shot off before he could defend the net. The ball took off like a rocket and sped over the goalie's left shoulder. It caught the top corner of the net and dropped well inside. Goal! Bryce yelled and ran to Bobby. They jumped up and bumped chests in celebration. As they came back toward mid-field the rest of the team joined in and congratulated them. "Nice pass." Cameron grinned as Bryce ran toward the bench. Bryce always liked to take a short break after a goal for a slug of water and a bite or two of an orange slice. Cameron held out his hand as his brother ran by. "Pretty sweet, huh?" Bryce laughed and gave Cameron's palm a playful slap as he passed. Cameron loved the look on his brother's face. He was never happier than after he'd scored a goal. As the game went on, Cameron found himself looking at Bryce more and more often. He'd heard girls describe Bryce as `cute' but Cameron didn't see it. Well, at least until just lately. The smile, the floppy black hair, the toned body, and his perfectly shaped butt were starting to interest Cameron. He found that he was now assessing the rest of the boys on the team in a similar way. After practice, their mom was right on time. The guys piled into the SUV. "Oh, take off those muddy shoes and socks," Mrs. Andrews crinkled up her nose. The guys did as they were told and tossed the stuff over the back seat into a cardboard box she kept for just that purpose. When there was any possibility that mud would be tracked into the house their mom's radar came up. She had a shiny kitchen floor to defend. "Anybody score a goal?" she asked cheerily as the boys buckled up. "Bryce had an assist." Cameron grinned proudly. "It wasn't that great." Bryce tried to brush off his brother's praise. "You're just sorry Caitlyn wasn't there to see it," Cameron teased. Bryce chuckled. Their mom glanced in the rearview mirror to catch a look at Bryce's face. "What was that about Caitlyn?" Bryce's ears turned a little pink, "Nothing, Mom!" "He's got the hots for her." Cameron giggled. Bryce gave his brother a withering look which Cameron translated as "shut the fuck up." * * * * Two long weeks had gone by since the unfortunate history pop quiz incident at school. Unfortunate in the sense that it had gotten both boys suspended, grounded, and sent to church camp. Bryce decided trying to cheat on tests was another one of those things that just wasn't worth it. Their mom and dad decided the boys had served their sentence and were given parole. "I want your promise that this won't happen again!" Their dad looked first at Bryce and then Cameron. "We promise," both boys said at the same time. There was a long look and then the words the boys had been waiting two weeks to hear. "Let's go get your stuff." With the TV, game equipment and all their other electronics once again safely back downstairs the boys relaxed. "Remind me to never do that again!" Bryce sighed as he flopped down on the couch. Cameron didn't need to say it. They both knew promises were sometimes broken. * * * * It was a Saturday afternoon matinee. Bryce had tried to get his mom to agree to an early evening show but she wouldn't budge. This soon after being grounded Bryce knew he should take what he could get. Besides, if his mom wouldn't go along with the idea of an evening show then Caitlyn's dad wouldn't either. Bryce was finding out dating was sometimes complicated. Caitlyn's dad dropped her off at the door to the Cineplex. She gave him a wave goodbye and when she turned her back, her dad gave Bryce the eye. The message was clear, "Don't mess with my little girl." Bryce shifted from one foot to the other. He wondered if all dads were as protective of their daughters. "Hi," Caitlyn said brightly. "Hi," Bryce grinned back. "Ready?" "Yeah, I've really wanted to see this show. Thanks for asking me." "Come on, we don't want to be late," Bryce said softly. He was glad they could finally be alone, even though he'd have to sit through what he thought was a kid's movie. Bryce let Caitlyn choose the seats and they settled in. They both put on the 3-D glasses. "I can't believe I'm here to see Beauty and the Beast," Bryce thought, slumping low just in case anyone from school was there. "But, it was Caitlyn's favorite. As the movie passed the half hour mark, Bryce found his heart pounding. The smell of Caitlyn's perfume was driving him nuts. Bryce decided she looked kind of silly with those dumb glasses on, but she more than made up for it with the tight jeans. His eyes drifted down. As he focused on the spot between her legs his heart beat faster. He'd felt his cock stir not long after the movie had started. Now it was getting hard. He moved his hand over to cover things up. As the movie rolled on, Bryce thought back to their last date. He'd tried to convince Cameron he and Caitlyn were really moving along as far as boy/girl stuff was concerned. But the truth was up to this point they'd only had one kiss. Every time he would try to get closer to her, she'd move further away. Bryce was determined this time he'd make some progress. The problem was that he was scared. He was so worried, he was afraid he might piss himself. Bryce took a quick look. There she was, the girl of his dreams, just inches away. His cock was throbbing. He had to spread his legs and move his ass to adjust it without touching it. He didn't want her to see him with his hand on his dick. Bryce tried to figure out some way he could make a move. His break came a few minutes later when Caitlyn placed her arm on the arm rest next to him. Bryce took in a breath, moved a touch closer, and then rested his own arm next to hers. She looked over and smiled. Not long after that they were holding hands. The smiles went back and forth. Even the silly glasses couldn't spoil the mood. When the movie ended, neither Bryce nor Caitlyn wanted to leave. They sat there holding hands while the credits rolled. The theatre was empty when they finally got up. "Now or never," Bryce thought as they neared the door. "Wait," Bryce whispered and gently tugged Caitlyn's hand. She stopped and he stepped closer. He turned his head and moved in. He was about to get the second kiss of his life. When their lips touched, the kiss was soft and tender. Caitlyn's eyes twinkled. "We shouldn't be doing this." She giggled, but didn't make any effort to leave. Bryce leaned in again. "Once more," he whispered. This time the kiss was longer. Caitlyn stepped back a little. "We better stop," she said, but she didn't sound serious. Bryce made a playfully sad face. "Daddy warned me about boys like you," she teased. Bryce chuckled and pulled her a little closer. * * * * Cameron was on the floor in the basement family room when Bryce got home. He saw the look on his brother's face and knew there had to be a story. "How was your date?" Cameron smiled. Bryce flopped down on the sofa. "Excellent," he laughed. "Did you get in her pants?" Cameron teased. "We were at the movies." "So?" The two looked at one another for a moment. Cameron decided to let Bryce off the hook. "You don't have to tell me. I'm glad you had a good time," he finally said. His voice was soft and genuine. "Thanks," Bryce answered. He reached down and tenderly groped himself. "Fuck that hurts," he whimpered. "What? Your dick?" Cameron laughed. "No, my nuts." "Your nuts hurt?" "Yeah, like somebody just whacked `em." "When did it start?" "Well, I was hard all through the movie. I guess it was starting about the time we left." "Did it ever happen before?" "Nah," Bryce groaned. "Fuck, they're really starting to hurt!" Cameron watched as Bryce rubbed the front of his jeans. "Aiden said that happened to him once." "It did?" "Yeah, he was at his Grandma's house. He was on his laptop looking at porn while she sat in her chair reading. He told her he was doing his homework." Cameron grinned. "The problem was he couldn't jack off. He said his nuts really started to hurt after a while." Bryce unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down. "Maybe you should put ice on `em or something," Cameron suggested. "You think?" Cameron shrugged, "Can't hurt." * * * * Bryce looked at the stairs every few minutes. "Make sure nobody comes down here," he mumbled as he moved the washcloth full of ice cubes to another part of his sac. "You sure this works?" "I don't know. It's never happened to me." Five minutes went by and Bryce became convinced the ice wasn't doing any good. "Fuck! Do you think a cool shower would help?" Cameron shrugged. "You could try it." * * * * Cameron leaned against the sink as Bryce stood in the shower. "Is it helping? He finally asked over the sound of the water. "Not really," Bryce said and turned off the spray. He stepped out and Cameron handed him a towel. He dried off but kept his legs a little further apart than usual. Cameron didn't know what else to do. "I could try calling Aiden and see what he did?" "Yeah, I'll try anything." Bryce said softly and very carefully pulled up his underpants. * * * * "What did he say?" Bryce asked the second Cameron walked through the door of his room. "He said they're called `blue balls.'" "What?" "Yeah, anytime you get all horned up and don't jack, your cum gets, like, backed up in there or something." "Bullshit!" "That's what he said," Cameron shrugged and sat down on the bed. "So I'm supposed to jack off?" "I guess." Bryce didn't need to think it over; he started to push his underpants down. Cameron got up and made for the door. "You can stay, if you want," Bryce said softly. At first, he wasn't sure why he'd said it. Then he realized deep down he wanted his brother to watch. Bryce started to slowly stroke. As their eyes met, Bryce sensed something happening with Cameron. Maybe it was the way Cameron looked down every once in a while and stared at Bryce's hand working his dick. Maybe it was the way that Cameron's breathing had changed. Bryce could tell that this was turning his brother on. Bryce made a couple of very slow tugs. Cameron was staring again. "You want to put your hand on it don't you?" Cameron looked up. Bryce thought he saw panic in his brother's eyes. "It's okay, I'm not mad." Cameron didn't move. The instant he saw the look on Cameron's face Bryce knew he was right. "Want to jerk me off?" Bryce stared deep into Cameron's eyes. Cameron looked down. He seemed to be thinking things over. "Just try it, give it a little tug," Bryce whispered. Cameron slowly sat down. "Put your hand on it," Bryce said softly as he took his own away. Cameron moved a little closer. "Come on Cam, help me out." Cameron looked up and Bryce gave him an encouraging look. Apparently making up his mind, Cameron reached for his brother's dick. Bryce closed his eyes as Cameron wrapped his fingers around his cock. "Yeah, that's it. Make me cum!" * * * * Cameron had gotten ready for bed and was lying on his back, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Somehow Bryce had talked him into jacking him off. Cameron had liked it. It hadn't taken long before Bryce had been moaning and thrusting his cock through Cameron's hand. Cameron had been surprised at how forceful his brother had been, slamming his hips forward in an almost primal way. It didn't take much of an imagination to picture Bryce fucking Caitlyn. He'd most likely want to put it up her butt. Bryce never stop talking about how her ass was her best feature. Cameron felt his cock stir. He pushed his underpants down to his knees and wrapped his hand around his dick. The image of his brother's cock pounding in and out of his hand was still so vivid he was hard in no time. His mind wandered to thoughts about a couple of the boys on the soccer team, then his coach, and then back to his brother. He was beginning to see a pattern, all guys! The good feelings were starting. He found himself once again thinking about his brother. "I wish it was me," Cameron told himself as the mental image of Bryce fucking Caitlyn up the ass swirled in his brain. He focused on his brother's cock, its shape, its feel, its look. He imagined what it would feel like as it slid between his ass cheeks and then deep in his rear end. Cameron's free hand drifted lower. He spread his legs and worked a finger around his hole. The thought of taking his brother's cock up his butt was nasty. But it was nasty in an exciting and wild way. With his finger wiggling around down there he let his imagination loose and thought of all the things that he and Bryce could do. That was all it took. "Fuck, fuck," Cameron grunted softly as the spasm started and his toes started to curl. He could almost feel the stuff travel up the tube, then finally, the magic. Four hard, long spurts shot into the air. The warm white goo splattered on his stomach and ran down his hand. He jerked faster and harder as his balls pumped the stuff out in a steady stream. He was desperate to make the good feelings last. He'd been holding his breath and as his orgasm continued he felt light-headed. That made things even better. At the very last moment he took in a breath. It was over. Slowly his muscles relaxed and he eased his ass back down onto the bed. He looked at the mess in his hand and on his chest. He lifted his hand and strings of boy juice dripped down. "Why does thinking about stuff in my ass make me so horny?" It wasn't the first time he'd asked himself that. But after tonight, he felt he was closer to an answer, but he wasn't sure he was ready to say the words out loud. * * * * The school cafeteria was noisier than usual. It always seemed to get that way the closer it got to the weekend. Cameron figured it was a natural reaction to being regimented from morning to late afternoon by a school bell. The closer kids came to freedom the more excited they became. He looked down at his tray as he headed for an open spot near the back of the room. The cook had ladled some dark brown meat and gravy over mashed potatoes, then added a vegetable, cookie, and milk. "Looks like something from a baby's diaper," Cameron thought as the brown stuff oozed over onto the vegetable. Cameron's friends were distinctly different from his brother's. While Bryce was the `life of the party' type and liked to be the center of attention, Cameron had found friends that were quieter. "You really going to eat that?" Aiden made a face as he sat down opposite Cameron. Aiden Carr was one of Cameron's best friends. They had been in the same classes in school since kindergarten. Aiden was just a little taller than the twins, lean and lanky. He was extremely bright and a straight A student. "I know, it looks disgusting," Cameron replied. Aiden pulled his lunch out of a paper sack. "I'd rather eat my mom's dry sandwiches than that crap." "My mom doesn't always have time to pack lunches," Cameron said softly. The boys talked about their morning classes, the latest video games, and which of their friends was putting the moves on which girl. "How's Bryce doing with Caitlyn?" Aiden mumbled as he tried to wash down a mouthful of whole wheat bread with ham. "Besides getting blue balls?" Cameron laughed softly. "O yeah, what happened after you called me that night?" Cameron wondered if he should tell Aiden the truth. "I told him just what you told me, that he should jerk off." "Did it work?" "Yeah, after he shot his load he said he felt better." Aiden giggled. "We should tell Caitlyn!" "That she gave Bryce blue balls?" "It'd be fun." Cameron chuckled. "I'm going to do it," Aiden said playfully. Cameron snickered. "Bryce won't like it." "I know, right! Don't worry, I can handle your brother." Aiden smiled and went back to his lunch. * * * * Cameron had twenty minutes before his next class so he stopped by his locker and then headed for the bathroom. He liked the one on the first floor away from the cafeteria, it was always less crowded. Putting his books in one of the little wooden cubbies by the door, he stepped up to a urinal. He saw he was alone. He'd just unzipped and gotten started when the door opened and another kid dumped his books in one of the other cubbies. Cameron looked back to see their preacher's kid, Mark Clark. Cameron saw Mark in the hallway from time to time, but since Mark was a year older and in different classes it wasn't all that often. Cameron quickly turned back to face the wall. All he could think about was that night at church camp when he'd seen Mark on his knees with the choir boy's cock in his mouth. "Sup?" Mark said softly as he stepped to the urinal right next to Cameron and unzipped. "Nothin," Cameron whispered. "Sorry, but with your head turned like that I can't see the scar thing. So which one are you?" "I'm Cameron." "Crap, you guys look so much alike I can never tell." Mark glanced down at his dick. So what'd you think of church camp?" Cameron panicked. "Uh, well, I guess your dad did a good job and all." Mark chuckled. "If dad had his way, cocks would be for peeing and nothing else." Cameron blushed. Mark finished up and zipped. Cameron was only a moment behind. As they both stepped to the sinks, Cameron gave Mark a good look. He liked what he saw. He also remembered what Mark's cock had looked like when he'd beaten off just feet away from him in the woods. "I wouldn't mind seeing it again," he said to himself. Mark punched the button on the hand dryer. The boys exchanged a couple of looks. When the machine shut down, Mark stepped over to let Cameron use it. There was an awkward moment when the two boys were nearly touching. Cameron felt Mark's eyes as he gave Cameron the once over. Mark stared for a moment at the lump in Cameron's jeans. Cameron felt himself swell just a little. He knew his bulge was now clearly visible. "Um, dad is always on me about meeting new people and making more friends. I guess I always seem to hang out with the same crowd," Mark explained. Cameron felt a knot growing his stomach. "So I was thinking, want to come over sometime? Maybe hang out?" Mark reached for his books. Cameron's heart raced. "Uh, yeah might be fun." "You're cute when you blush like that," Mark said and smiled. Cameron felt his ears get warm. Mark laughed. "I'll call you." Then he grinned and headed for the door. * * * * I love to hear from readers. Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Jon.