Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 20:41:18 -0500 From: Butler GayGuy Subject: Three Bedrooms part 1 Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between characters, places and real people or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not yet 18 years old, or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this type of story offends you, please go to another site. All others enjoy! PART ONE My name is John, and I am 17. I have sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and am almost 6 feet tall already. I'm in pretty good shape, not excellent, but there is hardly any fat on my body. I try to work out at least 3 times a week. I have two brothers: Mike, 16, and Chris, 13. Chris is built like me, tall and slender and has my eyes and hair. Mike has browner hair and is not as tall as us. Our bedrooms are on the second floor of the house. All three open to the central hallway and there is a bathroom just for us. My parents' master suite is on the first floor. Ever since I discovered masturbation, my cock has been my best friend: it is about 8 inches long and really thick, almost 5 inches. I jerk off at least twice a day, and now I'm laying in my bedroom thinking about the first time I messed around with my brother Mike, stroking my dick. It was about five years earlier that Mike walked in on me and caught me jerking off. Little did he know that I was gay and was picturing him sucking my good-sized dick, being closer to 5 inches at that age. I was sitting on my bed, my back against the wall, legs spread wide, jerking my meat. With my other hand, I was alternating between playing with my heavy balls and rubbing my young chest. I was getting close, moaning softly and my legs began to tense when Mike walked in. "John! What are you doing?" I practically jumped off the bed, thinking it was Mom or Dad who'd caught me. "Geez, Mike," I said. "Haven't you ever jacked off?" "Ummm, yeah. A few times," he said in a voice that told me that he had NOT done that before. "Well then you know how good it feels and how important it is, so get out" He stood there for a moment; eyes riveted to my dick, and then closed the door behind him. "Can I watch?" It was a dream come true for me, but I acted like I was doing him a huge favor by letting him stay. I told him to bring my desk chair over to in front of the bed, so that he could watch me. I got back into my groove and was soon working up towards a big cum. "I'm close Mike, watch me," I panted, out of breath from my frantic jerking. He moved his face down closer to see. I shot. Four or five big gushers, then the rest just dribbled out. He sat there, eyes glued to the cum that covered my young chest and dick. "What's that stuff?" he asked, fascinated. "That's sperm, cum, splooge, whatever you want to call it. It's what jacking off is all about. And keep this to yourself, don't tell Chris or Mom and Dad or I'll pound you!" I was thinking more about pounding his ass, but I couldn't let on. He mumbled sounding that sounded like "OK" and left my room. I was so hot from having his watch me, that I immediately jerked again, using my spent cum as lube. It felt wonderful. About a week later, I was at it again, when there was a knock on my door. I hurried and pulled on some shorts as Mike came in. "John, can I talk to you?" Pissed at being interrupted, I was short with him. "I'm busy, go away." He seemed confused, like he wanted to say something important, so I said "WHAT?" "Umm, can I watch you jerk off again? I really liked it." He was blushing so much he looked like a tomato. This was the last thing I expected to hear him say, and the thing I wanted him to say most. "No, you can't watch. We can both do it together." He got a huge smile on his face when I said that, and started to go towards the desk chair again. "Not this time bro, sit on the bed with me. But first," I said dropping my shorts to reveal my still hard 5-incher, "take off your clothes too." He hesitated for a spilt second, but I guess his fascination with my dick won out, and he started to peel off his tee. Of course, I'd seen my brothers naked tons of times, but I was usually trying to avoid looking at them closely, for fear someone would think something was wrong with me. But this time, I could look all I wanted. His chest was silky smooth like mine, not as toned (I was already started to work out a little for Little League) and his skin was a shade or too deeper. He took off his shorts, and then his briefs. His cock was smaller than mine was, probably about 3.5 inches, but it was already hard as a rock. His balls were tiny, drawn close to his body, and he had maybe 5 pubic hairs. I was already starting to get a decent bush, and even had a few on my balls, so I liked the contrast. His legs were hairless and stockier than mine were. I stood in front of him and pushed my cockhead down to touch his. He moaned. "Ok, bro, on the bed," I said. "Back up against the wall." This was my favorite position. He got into place and I sat right next to him, our legs touching. He was all tense, and didn't know what to do. I told him to just do whatever he felt like doing as I began to stroke my cock. He started by gripping the base of his pre-teen dick. Then he moved his hand up to its little head, watching my stroking for clues. I was taking it slow, enjoying watching him mimic my movements. I reached down to pull my balls, and he did the same. I tweaked my left nip, and after a moment's hesitation, he did the same. He started to move faster so I did too. He breathing was becoming heavy, his eyes were fluttering, and his legs were twitching. I was sure I was about to witness Mike's first orgasm. He let loose a loud grunt and watched in awe as cum started spewing from his flailing dick. He shot 3 little spurts and flung his head back against the wall with a bang. I was still going, getting closer by the second. He was panting like crazy and when I glanced up at his sweaty face, I saw that his eyes were watching my cock be worked on. Always liking to put on a show, I started moaning and panting, as I began to shoot. My toes curled involuntarily as cum covered my chest from my belly button to my pecs. Mike was now staring at his spunk, as if afraid to touch it. "It's ok," I told him between heavy breaths. "Touch it." He looked at me like a newborn baby as his fingers dipped into a puddle of sperm. He shuddered. I nudged him with my elbow to make sure he was watching me, then I slurped up all my cum into my hand and dribbled it onto my still-hard, twitching dick. It felt wonderful. Overly-sensitive after cumming, the pleasure so great it was almost painful. I ground my dickhead into my palm as my body twitched all over. He was still just lying there, so I reached over with my cummy hand and just grabbed his little pecker. He gasped and almost passed out from pleasure. He ran his hand quickly through his rapidly cooling splooge and wrapped his fingers around my burning cock. I now understood the look of sheer delight on his face. We laid like that for about five minutes, just holding each other's cocks, letting the sperm cool and congeal, and our hard-ons disappear. I was the first to unwind my hand from his cock, but he didn't let go until I was halfway off the bed to get the washrag I keep in my bottom drawer for such an occasion. "How often do you jack off John?" Mike asked with a glazed over expression on his face. "Every chance I get Bro," I answered with a devilish grin. "Usually before I get up, once or twice during the day, and right before I go to bed." He asked a few more questions before he got off the bed and walked towards his clothes, showing me his boy ass. Just as we got our clothes back on Chris burst into the room and screamed that dinner was ready. He stuck out his tongue and ran back out. Mike and I laughed at this, having just shared something that made us men, far different from Chris, who was still a little boy. Mom made rigatoni for dinner and both Mike and I ate more than usual, having just worked up quite an appetite. We all went to the mall that night, quality "family time." When we got home about 9:30, Mom let us have ice cream before going to bed, a rare treat. She sent us upstairs to get showers and baths, and then onto bed. Just as I was crawling onto my bed, getting ready to jack off to thoughts about what happened with Mike, I heard a soft knocking on my door. TO BE CONTINED... This is my first sotry for Nifty and I have big plans for this series / these characters. 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