My Kid Brother
Copyright ã 2003
By Lee Mariner
This ADULT fantasy
depicts homosexual acts and erotic
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Chapter
XLIII
Dalton was snuggled tightly in the embrace of my arms, his broad
velvety soft
back pressed against my chest, with my semi-flaccid cock tucked into
the
warm velvety
crack of his ass. My arm was under his neck, and his head was
resting on
the pillow. A whimpering sound had awoke me from a sound sleep, but in
my
groggy state, I didn't detect any sound other than that of Dalton's
deep
even breathing. Just as I was about to fall asleep again,
Dalton's
body jerked slightly and the whimpering sound that had awakened me was
clearly
audible. He was having a bad dream that must have been disturbing
enough
to
cause his subconscious to induce a whimpering sound of anguish.
I hesitated for a
moment, holding my breath and listening, before exhaling slowly as
I moved my hand upward to his shoulder from his hard flat
abdomen. The nipples of his magnificently defined chest muscles
hardened as my fingers brushed over them. I shook
him gently, whispering in a raspy tone, "Dalt..., Dalt, wake
up."
He stirred, moaning
softly, and moving his hand over my forearm, he interlocked our fingers
and pulled my arm tightly around him. I felt his muscles
tightening and then relax as he pressed his body against mine. I
shook him two or three
more
times
before he roused himself. Pressing his head against my shoulder
and holding my arm tightly against him,
he said
groggily, "I don't want to wake up, Carlie."
"Most people would rather not, Squirt, but you were having a bad
dream," I replied as I affectionately moved my hand over the light
bristle on his cheek.
Turning, he slipped one arm around my waist, and pushing the other
under my
armpit he wiggled and pulled us together as tightly as he could.
In the
dim glow of the bathroom night light, I could see the look of
apprehension in his eyes, and the quickening rhythm of his heart
beating
against my chest.
I felt a shiver wash over him, and running my fingers through his thick
hair,
and down over the tensed muscles of his back, I kissed his cheek and
asked
softly, "Was it that bad?"
His muscles tightened slightly for a few seconds, and then as he
relaxed and
snuggled his head under my chin, he said, "Yes, I was dreaming about
the
airplane you'll be on flying away from me. We walked together as far as
we could to the fence where the guard stopped us, checking your ticket
before he let you go on too the plane. I watched you walk toward
the airplane, and up the stairs. You turned in the
doorway waving, and I wanted to holler and tell you how much I loved
you, but I couldn't say anything, the words wouldn't come out. I
could only stand by the fence waving until the airplane was out of
sight. When I looked around, people that had been standing around me
waving were gone, and I was alone. It scared me, Carlie,
being alone like
that
and not knowing if I'll ever see you again."
"Were you thinking about that last night when we made love?" I asked
in a teasing tone, while playfully twisting my fingers in his hair.
Throwing his head back into the pillow, and looking me in the eyes, he
grinned
impishly as he replied, "I only think of how much I love you when we
make
love, but for awhile yesterday, I was wondering when all of those
people that Mom
invited for dinner were going to leave. I don't think I could
have
answered all of those questions they were asking you, and if it had
been me, I
would have really gotten mad when Reverend Paulson made a smug comment
about
young men needing to find the right woman and settle down to raise a
family. He pissed me off when he said that, and I think Dad was
upset
with him too."
"If Dad was upset, Dalt, I didn't' notice; but as you grow older, you
will learn
how
to handle comments such as those made by the preacher," I
replied.
"Preachers can be expected to make general observations concerning
marriage, and raising families. That is their job. The hard
thing
is listening to the snide bigoted remarks of your contemporaries, the
people
you work with and whom you think are your friends. Their remarks
can
be the
most devastating and even though you want to say something, you can't."
"I know," he said softly as he lowered his head onto my chest.
"I've heard guys at school say things about, 'fags and queers' that
really piss me
off, but there was not much that I could do about it."
"How true," I
thought to myself as I slowly stroked his hair while thinking about the
visit with Reverend Paulson before and after dinner.
§
Sunday had not
really been a very pleasant day.
Going to church was not something that I had planned on doing the
day
before I left, or any other time for that matter; but Mother insisted
there
were people that wanted to see me even though there were not that many
whom I could consider as friends of mine.
After, Dad hollered
down from
the
kitchen to wake us, he emphasized the time, and commented that
breakfast would be ready in
thirty
minutes.
To save time, I shaved, while Dalton showered, smiling to myself
as I listened to his ribald comments about the first time we had
showered together. His remarks about how safe and protected had felt
with my arms
around him brought back memories of how I had felt when Jerry had held
me as we showered together for the first time.
After breakfast, the house was bedlam. Dalton and I were dressing
in his
room in the basement but we could hear Mother fussing with Dad
about what
shirt he was going to wear with which suit, and then what tie he had
selected. Dalton rolled his eyes upward to the ceiling as he
said, 'We go
through this every Sunday."
"I think I can remember them fussing when I was younger," I said as I
pulled my white jumper on over my head and searched for my black silk
neckerchief.
"It's the only time they do fuss at each other that I know of, Carl,"
he said as he drew on his sports jacket, turning from in front of the
mirror to
face me.
The chocolate brown of his jacket blended perfectly with the
coffee-color
tan of his trousers, and his light brown shirt enhanced the yellows,
greens and
faded gray on gray colors of his tie. "Little Brother," I
exclaimed softly as I finished tying the knot in my neckerchief.
"You
look absolutely good enough to eat."
"You don't look so bad yourself in that white uniform with all of those
ribbons on your chest, and a very noticeable bulge that someone might
find
exciting," he said, his eyes twinkling as he moved toward me.
"You found it exciting," I said as he melted into my arms, our lips
meeting in a long passionate kiss.
As he broke away, smoothing his jacket, he playfully said, "I like you
in your birthday suit."
As I was thinking of an appropriate retort when a shrill, "Carlton,
Dalton, your father and I are ready." Interrupted my thoughts.
"We'll be right up, Mother," Dalton answered, winking at me and
grinning impishly.
§
"It was a sort of
messed up day wasn't it?" I asked after reflecting on the previous
day. "I think Dad
disappeared, and went out to the garage once but, I couldn't get
away."
"He did, I saw him sneak out," Dalton answered, chuckling
softly. He repositioned his head on my chest beneath my chin as
he
snuggled
closer and placed his leg over mine, his hard cock pressing into my
thigh.
"I started to follow after him but Mom had me helping her, and before
I
knew it he was back."
His fingers moving slowly over my ribs sent titillating thrills through
me,
enhancing the deliciously agonizing but muted pain building in my
loins.
Catching my breath, I placed my hand over his, moving it downward
through the
thick hair covering my pelvis to my rigid cock. Dalton lifted his
head
from my chest looking at my face, and I saw the deep expression of his
love in
the depths of his soft brown eyes. As we gazed into each others
eyes, I
felt a gently humping sensation, and the feeling of his turgid cock
sliding
over my thigh. There was an impish glint in his eyes, and
placing
my fingers under his chin, I lifted his soft succulent lips to mine.
As we kissed, Dalton slowly stroked my cock, squeezing gently,
and
increasing the intensity of his hunching movement in concert with his
hand
stroking my cock. Our tongues danced together as we kissed, and I
felt
his powerful back muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust of his
hips. The erotic feelings of lust within me intensified, and a
need
to feel
him taking me as I had taken him was overwhelming.
Moving his hand from my burgeoning cock, and breaking away from the
ecstasy of
our lips merged in an intense kiss, I sucked air deep into my
lungs.
There was a look of utter surprise in Dalton's eyes as I turned on my
side
facing away from him. Thrusting my ass at his groin, I growled, "Fuck
me
Dalt."
He said nothing, nothing else needed to be said. Words were
rendered
superfluous by the ebullient feelings flowing between us. His eyes
looking into
mine created the psychic bridge between lovers, replacing words
with the
inner knowledge of mutual needs and feelings . The feeling of his
arms
slipping around me, one over my chest, the other under my shoulder
drawing us closer, and the erotic feeling of his thick steel spike
probing
the crack of my ass sent chills of ecstasy rushing over me. The
feeling of his hot breath on the nape of
my neck
as the head of his cock anxiously searched for the entrance that I, we,
needed
for him to enter...joining as one. Moving a hand between his
pelvis and
my buttock, and panting with the salacious need to feel his turgid cock
filling
my ass, I guided his throbbing shaft to its target. Pushing back
to
facilitate
the entry of his dripping javelin, I growled, "Now, Dalt, now."
Sliding one hand down over my chest, he spread his fingers over the
thick silky
hair covering my pelvis, surrounding the base of my turgid cock while
his other hand lovingly caressed my
breast
muscles, squeezing my hardening nipples. I felt the hard nipples
of
his chest muscles pressing
against
my back as he inhaled, the pressure of his hand on my pelvis increasing
as the
head of his cock penetrated the tightness of my sphincter. For a
brief
moment, thoughts of the first time that Jerry had fucked me flashed
through my
head and recalling his admonition, I relaxed as Dalton's cock slowly
entered my ass, his soft
moaning
sounds of carnal pleasure replicating those that Jerry had spoke as his
thick
cock had painfully opened my ass - and me to a world of pain and
pleasure
known
only to men who gave themselves to each other.
I moaned softly, as his burgeoning cock sank deeper into my ass,
brushing my
sensitive prostate. He hesitated briefly before continuing his descent
into the
cauldron of my bowels, until his forest of soft pubic hair pressed
against my
buttocks. Sensual waves of pain and pleasure swept over me
as the
feeling of his throbbing cock filling the rectal emptiness that had
yearned to
be invaded. His heart pounded in sync with mine, our chests heaving as
our
sweating bodies adjusted to the ecstatic catatonia created by the
excitement of
sexual pleasure. My cock twitched as he wrapped his fingers around its
hardening length, and waves of euphoric rapture washed over me as he
moved
his free hand over my breasts, gently pinching their rigid nipples, and
cooing
softly, "I love you Carlie, I always will."
As Dalton held me tight with his hand on my pelvis, he placed his leg
over mine
as he moved his hips withdrawing his cock its full length to the
point of
exiting my rectal canal before re-entering. Our animal instincts
prevailed as his hard muscled body moved, setting into motion a
rhythmic piston
movement that my body eagerly responded to - enjoying the delicious
pain
of each thrust. I reveled in the
feeling of
my kid brother almost savagely plunging his cock deep into my
ass. His
sweat
mixed with mine as we again consummated the physically electrifying
feelings
that he had hesitatingly but eagerly professed the first night
that
we
awakened
the latent love that had been buried in the innermost recesses of our
loins and
hearts.
Time stood still as we soared to the cataclysmic heights of male
love-making. His arms held me rigid in steel bands of love, and I
felt his
muscles tighten with each thrust of his swelling cock. His hand
was a
steel vice
gripping my aching cock, his strokes matching each thrust of his hips.
We were willing sexual slaves ascending to the erogenous pinnacle
created by
the mutual need of animal copulation. The scalding hot feeling of
his hardening
cock erupting, and filling my rectum with the nectar of his loins was
met with
animal growls deep inside my heaving chest, as my cock exploded,
with volcanic ferocity, gushing volumes of sticky sperm over my chest
and
onto the
sheets and pillows in seemingly endless spasms.
A mental fog of ecstasy enveloped us as we relaxed in the after glow of
physical pleasure, and I felt our muscles relaxing, our hearts and
breathing
slowly receding as reality replaced rapture. Reluctant to lose
the
feeling of being filled by his magnificent shaft, Dalton moaned softly,
almost
dreamily; squeezing my sticky, flaccid cock as my sphincter
tightened
around his wilting cock. Placing my hand at the base of his
spine, I
attempted to hold him to me; trying with no success to avoid the
physically inevitable loss that would be followed by a momentary
feeling of
emptiness as his cock slipped from the warm confines of my rectal
canal.
As Dalton moved his leg off of mine, he gently pushed his hips against
my
buttocks trapping his cock in the crack of my ass. He teasingly
scratched
the sticky mass of hair that surrounded the base of my cock, his warm
breath
wafting over my neck and shoulders. "Carlie," he
whispered, "I love you."
A feeling of warmth spread over me, and I thoughtfully caressed the
velvety softness of his thigh and hip
before pulling away and sitting up on the edge of the bed. Dalton
lay
with his
head on one arm looking up at me as I removed the sperm covered pillow
case from the pillow. Folding it with the sticky side in, I
turned pulling
one leg
up on the bed and after cleaning his cock, balls and pubic hair, I
wiped my chest
and groin. I could see the inquisitive look in his eyes and
when his lips parted to speak, I placed
my
index finger over them. The inquisitive look was replaced with
curiosity,
and I could see the anxiety in his breathing.
"Since I've
been home, and we've learned what we mean to each other, I've been
trying to show you what it is to be gay. But, there is
only so
much that you can be taught by someone else. Most of what you
need to learn and how you
should act
is learned by experience - but with caution. Learning what
others want
and how
you should react to those that approach you, comes from observation -
and
caution. Believe me, Little Brother, as handsome and young as you are
there will be many that will want you. Be on your guard, and
always use your head, be safe, and think before you do
anything
with anyone; and try not to let your feelings or hormones interfere. I
know that is easy to say, and it may sound silly, but there are a lot
of nuts in this world, and many of them will want to be
in bed with you. There are many that will want to hurt
you only because you are gay, and unfortunately there are those that
are gay who for their own mixed up reasons that will want to harm you
and others,"
I said, breathing in deeply. "No one in this world
means as much to me as you do, Dalton, but I can't be here to protect
you; and
I can't ask you not to have sex while I am gone. That would not
be reasonable to ask of any lusty teenage stud. The one thing
that I ask, is
that you
take care of yourself and above all, be careful."
"That applies both
way, Big Brother," Dalton said.
As we dozed
off, thoughts of the trip to Brooklyn and the longer trip to Panama
drifted through my head. I felt the occasional tightening of his
arms around me as he snuggled closer, and there was a tinge of regret
at leaving him alone