Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:09:42 -0700 From: IWFYA2 Subject: Not In My Wildest Dreams 2 Disclaimer: This story is fictional. All characters and situations come from the mind of the author, potentially inspired from real life events but not based in them. As this story involves sex and sexualized situations, please do not read if your local laws do not allow such material or if such material is offensive to you. 18 and over only please! Author's Note: Since several people missed the fact that the first part was a wet dream (perhaps I chose a bad title...) I've tried to make it more clear here. As always, e-mail is deeply appreciated. Apologies if the proofreading isn't the best, but several people mentioned that they wanted the next part sooner rather than later so I decided to appease them. A further note: this is a pure "sex" story very light on story. If your interested, I have a story that is the opposite in the works -- some sex, but mostly story. Starting with this part, I'm going to go ahead and keep a "mailing list" of anyone thats interested in my stories. I'll keep two lists: Those that want "major" announcements like new stories, finished stories, and the like, and a "comprehensive" list that will be e-mailed every time I finish a chapter. If you want in either of these lists, e-mail me and let me know. Stroking my ego with compliments and praise would be nice, too. Please head all e-mails with the title of the story, *not* things like "that incest story on Nifty". Part Two Having replaced his soaked briefs, Brandon slipped back into his bed. A red 3:54 glared at him from the nightstand as he tried to drift back to sleep. He still couldn't believe his dream. How could he possibly have dreamed about that? How could he... he shot over getting fucked! Bad enough to shoot his wad during a dream about gay sex, but because *he* was getting fucked? Tossing and turning, he watched the time advance as a steel rod between his legs prevented him from sleeping, kept hard as his thoughts whirled around the dream. As 4:21 rolled around he gave up and tossed his covers off. Slipping his briefs down around his ankles, he grabbed hold of his rock hard member and rubbed it oh-so-gently, playing with his foreskin as it swished over his head, eyes rolling back into his head occasionally as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. He'd used up the last of the tube of lube he'd found weeks ago, so he was stuck with spit and pre-cum to slick himself up if he wanted it slick. Dry was good sometimes, though, and he forced his breathing to be deep, even, slow, and his hips to remain still. Unlike his brothers bed, his had squeaky springs, and it would be bad enough to wake Jeremy up, but his parents were ultra-light sleepers and might come in to ask what was going on. The thought of his mother walking in on him, glistening cock in hand, almost dropped his erection away, but the thought of only waking Jeremy kept it alive. Slowly, carefully, gently he continued to play with his most intimate organ, imagining a hot, wet mouth bobbing up and down on it, sucking for all his brother was worth. Warm, wet, maybe the occasional nip of his inexperienced teeth to help keep things going slow, though oh it would be nice if his bro were such a great cocksucker to never make that mistake! Maybe a hand reaching up and tweaking his nipples as the mouth kept its slow, languorous pace on his cock, his brother's tongue playing with his foreskin, digging in through the opening to touch his cock head directly like his finger was oh so gently doing now, rubbing over his piss slit while covered in his foreskin. His hips would start to undulate, just like they were now, and his bed would squeak, just like now, and his cock would start pulsing as balls pulled in hard against his shaft just like now, and- Oh gawd, yes, he needed this, yes! He tossed his head as his hips reared up, spearing some imaginary target on his member. Oh shit! His brother had woken up and was watching him, and Bandon stared at him in horror as his dick finished its business, shooting cum up in a great arcs that ended on his belly, his chest, his neck, and finally settled down to oozing a copious amount all around his hand. Brandon gaped at his brother, frozen in shock. "Jer- Um, I..." His brother gave a quite laugh, then just threw off his covers and moved his briefs down quietly, and started rubbing his limp member, bringing it to life. "That looked like fun!" he whispered to his elder brother. "It... it was." Brandon whispered back. "I'm glad you didn't do it in the shower this time," Jeremy continued, stroking his rigid tool. Continuing in the tone of one imparting a great secret, he said "I've... I wanted to see you do it. I wanted to see you shoot your cum. I was curious." "You were, huh?" Brandon thought about his dream. Oh, if only he could be on the giving end... not that the receiving end hadn't been fun, too! "Yeah, ever since Dad had The Talk with me." Brandon flinched. "Gawd, that was embarrassing. Did he do yours any better than he did mine?" "I don't know -- did he stutter, stammer, and finally just shove a sex ed book at you when he got to the parts about jackin'?" Brandon laughed. "Don't tell me he actually got through the parts about girl's parts with you?" "Yeah, he didn't break down until he tried to talk about jackin', and couldn't even talk about what jackin' was supposed to be practice for!" "He barely finished talking to me about my parts before he threw the book at me." Both of them giggled at this revelation. "So, did you read the book?" Brandon asked. "All the way from M to F, including H and B!" Jeremy giggled hysterically before quieting down. Both waited for a few moments for the dread thud of a parent getting out of bed and walking over to their room, Jeremy's hand still stroking his hard, glistening member in an expert fashion that brought life back to his brother's cock. Both took the opportunity to size up the other. In real life, Brandon's was barely four inches long, while his brother was still packing a paltry three and a half. But what a three and a half, Brandon realized, as he compared the girth of the two members -- Jeremy was almost twice as wide around than he was! "Whats that supposed to mean, Lil' Jackie?" Brandon joked. Jeremy giggled at his brothers wit, and moved his hand in a much more exaggerated fashion to show he understood the name. "Well, Big Jackie, I started with Masturbation and ended with Fuck, with drop offs at handjobs and blowjobs!" "Oooh, got any favorite parts?" Jeremy paused for a moment. "Yes," he grunted. "What?" Brandon asked, cock straining as he started to stroke it again. "The girl pictures? I liked them... though the guy ones were good too, to see how I measured... measured uhp!" Brandon started to pant a little as he and his brother stroked together. "I was really worried for a while, how.. how 'bout you?" "I..." Jeremy was really breathing heavy now, and his hips undulated up and down freely, unhindered by squeaky springs. "I liked... the parts... about... messin'... 'round... with... friends..." Brandon stopped, shocked. Getting up he crouched beside his brother's bed and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You talkin' bout doing stuff with guys?" he asked, shocked. Jeremy stopped and looked at his brother. "Yeah," he said, embarrassed. "I can't believe I just said that!" "S'okay little bro. My book didn't have that in it!" "It didn't?" Jeremy asked. "Nah. I'm jealous, you can't know more than me!" Brandon realized what a good approach this might be to all sorts of further fun. "Still, at least you can't shoot yet!" "Yes I can!" "Nuh-uh!" Brandon could have grinned at where this was going. "Betcha!" "Sure, whatcha wanna bet 'squirt'? "Blowjobs?" "Ah fuck!" Brandon blurted out, shocked at how close things were going to his dream. "Sure, that works!" Jeremy agreed quickly. "What the-" Brandon "I didn't mean that as a suggestion!" "Trying to back out, bro?" Jeremy smirked. Brandon could have sworn... nah, no way! "Fine, fine, deal!" Brandon knew this was going to be fun one way or the other. "OK, so how we gonna do this?" Jeremy asked, breathless with anticipation. "Why don't we jerk each other off -- I'll stroke you until you're finished, then..." "That works!" Jeremy agreed quickly, then stretched out. "Make me feel good, bro, make me hot..." Brandon blinked, then ignored the increasing similarity to his dream. After all, how could his younger bro know about his dream? He stretched out beside his brother and cuddled close, legs intertwining and chest molding to maximize the skin on skin contact that was feeling so good already. He let his hand wander down his brother's torso, moving with the quickening breath to arouse and excite. His brother's chest began to gleam with sweat as he moved to meet the caress, hip rubbing against his brothers crotch as he strained, awaiting the end of the hands epic journey. Slowly the hand drifted down, tweaking nipples and rubbing belly, then darting back up to tweak nipples some more, then rubbing into belly button, seeking the innermost depths of that rather shallow organ. Jeremy choked back a groan as Brandon's hand finally reached his abdomen, playing with the few wisps of pubic hair there before jumping back up. "Hurry up!" Jeremy whispered, turning his head to face Brandon. "Please!" Brandon let his chin rest on his brother's chest as he smiled, and deliberately moved his hand back up to the nipples some more, his second hand -- having worked its way under his brother -- playing with one of his ass cheeks. He felt his brother shift, and soon his second hand was stroking something far more intimate, and Brandon relented to his brother's increased need, letting his hand drift down to solidly grasp the slick steel rod. Brandon gave no notice to the slickness except to press his dick into his brothers hip even harder, controlling even his expression to hide his sudden realization. Or so he thought. The rapid pulsing of the one part of his body that had a mind of his own gave him away to a careful observer. And his brother, lost in the haze of pleasure as he was, was far more observant than Brandon gave him credit for, pushing his hip side to side to get a better feel of his brother's member as they groaned in sudden pleasure. Brandon lost it, and started stroking for real, even as he began to hump into his brother, pressing his desperate member into the warm flesh it rested against. The two began to moan and sigh louder and louder, and Jeremy, in a desperate bid to control the rising noise, grabbed his brothers head and pressed their lips together, and both opened hungrily. Each attacked the other's mouth, tongues thrusting deep and exploring, scraping over teeth, dueling in the middle for dominance, seeking tonsils and cheeks and pleasure. The slippery sliding movement of flesh on flesh accelerated, and soon both were bucking in pleasure as they shot their loads, soaking Jeremy's hip and stomach. Calming down, Brandon stroked a few extra strokes on his brother's member and whispered, "I'm fucked, aren't I?" "Not yet!" his brother whispered. "Just keep doing that so I don't get soft, and then..." Brandon kept doing stroking his brother, who groaned as the erection was forcibly brought from its half-life to full stiffness. Brandon crouched over his brother, who whispered to him, "You sure about this? You don't have to if..." Brandon shut his brother up by leaning backwards, ass questing for his pleasure. Finally he reached back and placed the flesh he so desired in the right spot and moved back on it. It pressed against his dry rosebud and started to push it open. Brandon hissed at the sudden pain as his brother's member tried to force inside, rubbing painfully against his anal ring. Grimacing, he pushed back harder determined to make this work, and gasped with the sudden flair of agony. "Oh!" he whispered, suddenly white faced. But a bet was a bet, and he *wanted* this. So he pushed harder, grimacing and sweating. "No!" his brother whispered. "Stop, stop it!" Brandon pushed back harder, and bit back a scream before it was born as the head finally popped in. Seeing his brother's face, Jeremy decided enough was enough and pushed his brother off him, rolling over as part of the same motion to throw his brother aside, away from the torture he was insisting on. "No..." Brandon cried, rejected by the one he'd come to want so much. His brother looked at him, and smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you bro, get that in your head. I know how much you want that -- how much the idea pleased you -- but we aren't going to do that if it hurts so much. You can suck me off if you want though..." Brandon blinked, suddenly worried. "You know how much I want that?!"