Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 00:07:25 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Teaching Baby Brother, Conclusion

		     TEACHING BABY BROTHER, CONCLUSION
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Boyd spent the entire time I worked on his ass looking right into my
eyes. The cartoons played in the background, but they were ignored. He
looked right at me, a little scared, a little bewildered, but also trusting
me. Those eyes bored into my very soul, that he could trust me so much,
that he would let me probe at his butt, sticking my fingers into him. His
body fought me sometimes, but when it did, it wasn't Boyd who told me to
take it easy, it was the tightness of his body, the way it wouldn't yield
to my fingertip. The usual solution was to pull my finger out and add more
lubricant. I had dipped into Mom's vegetable oil after a little while, but
finally I got my index finger into Boyd's butt, all the way into the
hand. I ran my finger around in there, trying to stretch him out a little,
and found a sort of bump in there...two bumps, actually, side by side, kind
of wrapped around his bowels.
     When I rubbed them, Boyd would gasp and look dazed. The first time he
did that, I asked, "Am I hurting you?"
     "Uh-uh." he said to me, that vacantly trusting look in his
eyes. "Feels good."
     I smiled. "You like it when I do this?" I ran my finger over those
bumps again.
     "Ooh. Uh-huh." Boyd said. "I like it when you do that."
     "Just think how it'll feel when I get my whole dick in there and I can
rub it that way all the time for you." I said as I stroked my finger back
and forth over those little bumps, over and over.
     Boyd panted. "Oh, oh, oh!" He moaned and I felt his dick like a small
stick poking my thigh hard.
     I soon had Boyd gasping so much, I think he did one of his little-boy
comes with me. He moaned and gasped and he hunched at my leg and then he
shuddered, his little dick got hot as all get out. And then he was done,
panting heavily.
     Take some breaks, the book had advised. The bowels will actually relax
more that way. So I pulled my finger out and said, "Now let's watch TV a
while and I'm going to get me a real breakfast. I left Boyd on the couch,
engrossed in some show or other (I forget now which one) and started to get
myself some corn flakes, poured the last of the milk onto it (remembering
as I did that I had promised it to Boyd...but Mom would bring more by
tonight, and besides, Boyd was done with breakfast. I decided to fix him a
good lunch as a partial way to make it up to him.
     Boyd didn't mention the milk at all, he snuggled over next to me and
caught hold of my dick and I asked, after I swallowed a mouthful of corn
flakes, "How are you feeling, little brother? Your butt feel okay? Is it
hurting?"
     "Uh-uh, not really." Boyd said. "It feels kind of funny, real greasy."
     "It should." I smiled. "I used a lot of grease on you. I want you to
like feeling my finger inside you. I want to make sure you like it."
     "I like it." Boyd said. "I like it a lot." And those trusting eyes
looked up into me and I leaned down and kissed that face with those eyes, a
long, slow kiss. Boyd's arms came around mine and I barely was able to keep
from spilling milk and corn flakes all over us, set it down on the
side-table and hugged him back. He climbed up onto my lap, him on his knees
and he acted like he didn't ever want to let me go. Hell, I didn't want to
let him go. I wished Mom would just not come home all weekend long, just
stay away and leave us together until we could finish doing this, all of
this, until Boyd and I had been lovers for, oh, years and years. Then she
could visit us, maybe.
     It was like, when I looked at Boyd, I wasn't seeing my little brother
anymore. Oh, he was still Boyd, but we were closer now, so close it was
like we were inside each other. I know Boyd felt that, the way he clung to
me. Like he didn't ever want to let go.
     I pried him loose, gently. "Hey, sport, I got to eat my breakfast." I
reminded him. "Then it's back to my finger in your butt. We'll try for two
next time, okay?"
     "Okay." he said and sat back down and again his hand caught my
cock. This time it was hard for him and he fondled it.
     I ate my corn flakes though I wasn't wanting them too much by
then. They'd gotten a little soggy and besides, my stomach was kind of
tightening up, like my body had better things to do. Well, it did. I
finished out of sheer intensity and I said, panting a little, "Okay, baby
brother, you get those lips of yours back onto my cock and I'm going to
work into your butt again."
     Boyd's lips around my cock, God, the sensation of it. Just a cap of
warmth on my cockhead and upper couple of inches, Boyd couldn't manage any
more with his mouth. I wondered if that would be the same case with his
ass. Well, if that was all he could take, then we'd settle for that. He'd
get bigger, grow up, and I could bury my cock in him later on. Much later,
he was my brother, he wasn't going anywhere.
     So he sucked me and I leaned over and my greased fingers found his
butt. The book was right, there was an initial tenseness, but it relaxed in
no time and it was like I had never pulled my finger out. He felt more
slick inside, not less, I guess his body had spread itself out for me. I
said, "Okay, little brother, now we put two of them in, you ready?"
     "Mph-hm!" he grunted around my cock and I began to work my second
finger in, the longest of my fingers. If Boyd could take all of that
finger, I wouldn't worry that much about my cock being too long for
him. The bowel is just a sort of tube, if it would fit in that far, it
would fit in all the way if I wanted it to.
     I got my fingers in and Boyd mostly just made a few extra grunts
around my cock. He was turning me on, I had to force my fingers to be
gentle with him. My own passion was bubbling up inside and I found myself
feeling the sameness of it, the warmth of Boyd's mouth on my cock and the
warmth of his butt on my fingers. His butt was warmer and tighter, but
otherwise it was the same...Boyd wrapped around me.
     I got that second finger in where I could hit his button again and
Boyd moaned and he sped up on my cock. I fumbled at his little love-button
(what I was calling it to myself) and he sucked on my cock and I
panted. There was the noisy chaos of the cartoons on the television, there
was Boyd's noise as he slurped and groaned around my cock, there was the
static of joy buzzing in my own brain, and there was this heat around my
fingers.
     I felt my climax building and I said, "Oh, baby brother, it's going to
come for you. It's going to come." Slow and steady my passion built up
within me, and I urged it and Boyd on with the same words, "Come on, make
it shoot, work it little brother, work it for me, make it come, make it
come good, come on, make it shoot, ah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, yeah, oh, oh, ah,
ah, hah, guh, uh, uh, UH, UH, UH, GUH, HUH, UH, UH, HUH, GUH,
GUHHUHGUHUHGH, NK-KHHH!"
     And my jizz pumped into little brother, filling with sweet mouth, and
again he was sucking at my cock like a straw stuck into a thick milkshake,
he squeezed me dry and I think the little fucker even had his own little
come in the middle of it, because his butt tried to squeeze my fingers off
of me for a while there while I was pumping my jizz into his hot little-boy
mouth.
     Blearily, I looked at the clock. Eleven-thirty, Boyd and I had been
playing with each other for three hours straight with only the smallest
break in between. I hadn't even noticed it, I was so rapt with my
pleasure. "Hey, kid, we'd better knock this off for a while." I told
him. "Let me up and I'll fix us both a real lunch and then, after that,
we'll get into the main bout."
     "Will you put your dick in me after we eat?" Boyd asked, and there was
only eagerness in his voice.
     "Yeah, maybe I will." I said. The book had talked of days, but they
hadn't counted on Boyd being so willing and flexible. I had put two fingers
in him and it was like soft rubber in there.
     So we took off a couple of hours, Boyd helping me fix us a lunch, I
laid us out the best spread I could, and then we sat at the table, two
naked boys and ate a proper meal, even more proper than we were getting
with Mom, with plates laid out and fork and spoon and soup and a piece of
fried hamburger and vegetables and the last of the heat-up biscuits. I
didn't have a clue what we would fix for supper, except that Mom would
bring home stuff about five o'clock or so.
     Then we washed dishes, Boyd standing on a chair and rinsing them and
sticking them in the dish drainer.
     After that, he wanted to play and I was ready and willing with two
climaxes between us. So we played hide-and-seek and I wasn't too hard to
find or too good at searching for him, that made it more fun for him, and I
even let him giggle and run for home base and beat me twice. And let him
outrun me for home base once, too.
     But I caught him the next time after that and wrestled him to the
ground and I felt his little boner poke me in the belly when I did. I
shifted and let him feel my prod poking him in his balls and I said, "Ready
to try it again, little brother?"
     "Uh-huh." He said and got up and quietly we went into his bedroom. I
followed him, after fetching the bottle of vegetable oil. It seemed to be
working great.
     I slid my two fingers into him with the same minimum of
trouble. "Okay, Boyd, now we do three fingers." I said to him. "If you can
take all three of them, then we're ready for you to take my dick, okay?"
     I put my third finger into him with the ring finger forming a
triangle. Boyd gasped as I pushed that much flesh into him at once and he
grunted for the first time. "Ouch!"
     "Too much, little brother?" I asked him.
     "Nuh-uh." Boyd said. "Do it again."
     "Are you sure?" I was fretting, maybe I should settle for little-boy
blow-jobs for the next few years.
     "I'm sure." Boyd said. "Do it again."
     I dipped my fingers into vegetable oil and pushed that into him. Boyd
gasped again but immediately said, "Don't stop." And I didn't.
     He grunted and winced all the time I was pushing my fingers into him
but he also wouldn't say stop. I began to realize that this was important
for him, he wanted to take me into him, he wanted to be my lover, my real
lover, taking my cock into him. Having real sex, the way I had presented it
to him.
     But he valiantly took all I dished out, though I was slow and I
relubed my fingers again and again until he was sloppy with oil, and after
about an hour of that, he had all three fingers inside him.
     I knew he felt that when I stopped and looked at him, pure admiration
on my face. I'm not sure I could have taken that much, but Boyd had, and he
looked at me and said, "Okay, I'm ready."
     "Okay, little brother." I said. "So am I." My cock was so hard it was
nearly hurting. It was like I hadn't come twice already that morning. Or
maybe just the thought of little brother's ass wrapped around it was
stimulating me. That brave little eagerness of his was also playing a
part...if he wanted my dick in his butt that bad, he was going to get it!
     So I said, "Okay, we'll do it this way. You climb up on top of
me. We'll get my cockhead into you and you do the pushing down on it. That
way you can stop anytime you need to, okay?"
     "Okay." Boyd smiled at me and the placid serenity of that smile was
something to behold. He had waited for this moment, it was a triumph for
him, a struggle akin to performing in a play, and now it was showtime and
it was his moment to shine. I determined to give him every ounce of
applause I could.
     When, with my cock lubed with oil, Boyd sat on my stomach, I felt how
much oil was slicking up his buttocks, it almost poured out of him. I must
have packed the little fellow's anus brimful. "Okay, sport, it's your
ballgame." I said to him. "Help me get this dick of mine inside you and
then you just push it on inside you as much or as little as you want."
     Boyd lay down on me and with his legs on both sides of me, his
butthole was easy to locate. My cockhead touched that slippery hole and
Boyd moaned and wiggled downwards on me. I felt a crown of tautness around
my glans and I knew that he still had some stretching to do.
     "Now, Boyd, you take it easy." I said and that was as far as I got,
because Boyd pushed down again and my cockhead popped right into his little
butt.
     Oh, God! My fingers hadn't told me how warm it would be, how soft and
smooth, it was like my dick was resting on a warmed velvet cushion! "Ah,
Boyd, that feels good!" I moaned to him.
     "Yeah." Boyd said and he began to squirm on top of me. Masterfully, he
worked my cock into him, deeper and deeper. Deeper than his mouth had ever
managed, over those little bumps of his love-buttons (I only found out much
later what they were, the nodes of the prostate gland, the book had been
very silent about the male anus in many ways, and women are different), and
Boyd moaned as the glans kissed those buttons and he began a rotational
motion of his ass that drove me absolutely crazy.
     I was fucking my baby brother. I was actually fucking him, I had my
cock up in his tiny little bum and he was taking it and he was loving it! I
had worried so much that he couldn't take it, that it would hurt him, that
he would run crying to Mom when she came home, and now I was doing it and
Boyd was only loving it!
     Around and around his butt danced for me, and slowly he wormed it in
even deeper. I wondered if he would take my entire length, but he settled
for about a two-thirds length of it, some five or six inches maybe and then
he stopped and paused for a moment, looked up into my face, grinned an
angelic blissful smile at me, and bracing on his knees, he began to fuck
himself on me. Back and forth he moved, his little buttocks milking at my
pud like a professional, like he'd done this a hundred times before, and he
moaned as he moved and I moaned with him and we were joined in our pleasure
in a way that mutual masturbation or oral sex never could do it. We had a
common source of pleasure, my cock and his ass, both giving each other
pleasure and he was loving the feel of my cock the way I was loving the
feel of his ass, and when he moved, we both gained in delight.
     Hot, so damned hot! His butt was so damned warm it was nearly scalding
me, my cock was so hard from the feel of little-boy ass wrapped around it
that I had no worries about falling out, it was amazing to me that he
wasn't being hurt by this, that he was loving it, loving the feel of my
rock-hard dick in him, and I had confirmation when he moaned, clenched
tightly to me, and was wracked again by one of his little near-orgasms,
only he seemed to have a really intense one this time, it went on and on
and he was groaning and clinging to me and panting heavily, I looked into
his sweat-dappled face and he looked into my eyes and he sighed, fell onto
me and didn't move for a time, panting his spent joy onto me.
     I lifted up one leg and with that purchase I began to move myself
under him, making his little passion-wracked body move atop me, and Boyd
gasped when I did, he moaned and snuggled in tighter and I had a pliant,
warm little boy's body on top of me, I could fuck it all I wanted to, he
didn't mind, and I caught his waist with my hands and I moved him on me the
way he wasn't moving any more and my cock surged with my pleasure.
     When I began to moan and grunt with my impending climax, Boyd began to
buck his hips again on me and again he wriggled his hips in a way that made
me howl with my joy, and I said, "Oh, God, yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm
coming, baby, going to shoot it, uh, uh, GUH-HUNNN!"
     And my jizz erupted into Boyd's bowels, a heavy release that surged
and splattered about inside him and Boyd moved slightly and my come spurted
out of my butt around my cock, a spray of hot jizz that boiled my nuts and
then he was clamped tightly on me again and I was pumping it into him,
pumping little brother full, and he was thrusting himself on me, ramming my
cock into his butt, wringing my joy out of me in full measure, it was the
best I'd ever had, the very best, and it was the first time and the best
time and I roared and bellowed my ecstasy and to hell with the neighbors.
     Soon, done and drained dry, I lay still and Boyd lay with me and my
cock bubbled with my jizz flowing out of his ass as my cock dwindled inside
of him. I had a steady flow of spent jism onto my balls, it soaked his bed
and my sweat soaked and mingled with his, my body and his body, joined now
forever, more than brothers, more than just lovers, we were together now,
and I knew that this special bond of ours would last us the rest of our
lives no matter what else happened, we would have this time, this moment of
being together, our sweat and my sperm and his body fluids all mingling
together.
     "I love you, little brother." I said to him in real, honest affection.
     "I love you, too, Duncan." Boyd said to me.
     "This was...this was just great." I said to him. "Real special."
     "I think so, too." he said bashfully. "You and me are friends, right?"
     "More than friends." I said to him firmly. "Much more than friends and
don't you ever forget that or doubt it. I just wish I could tell everyone
how much you and me are more than friends."
     "We are more than friends." Boyd pointed out. "We're brothers."
     More than brothers, I knew. But I said, "Yeah, brothers. That's what
we are. You can tell everyone that we're brothers."
     I looked at the clock. Not quite four o'clock yet. Mom wasn't even off
work and she wouldn't come straight home. But she might call.
     "What say we get up and clean this house before Mom comes home." I
said. "And let's get some clothes on, while we're at it."
     And we dressed and Boyd came into my room as I was pulling on my
t-shirt and I saw him, standing there bashful and yet eager, and I grinned,
got onto one knee and opened my arms.
     He hugged me and I ran my hands over his back. "Yeah, you and me are
brothers." I said to him again. "Now and forever."
     "Yeah." Boyd agreed.

				  THE END
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