Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 02:47:41 -0400
From: green_fairy@Safe-mail.net
Subject: What Abe Needs, Chapter One

Disclaimer: The following story involves a sexual relationship between an
adult college-age man and his fourteen-year-old brother. If such a story is
offensive to you, please stop reading. If this is the kind of thing that
interests you, please continue. The usual caveats apply -- this is
complete fantasy, you should always practice safe sex, and you should never
have sex with anyone who is not of legal age in your part of the world,
etc.


What Abe Needs

Chapter One

	The day finally came. I was graduating college. My parents had
fought for me to stay home near Georgia, where I was born and raised, but I
had insisted on going to school up north to NYU. I wanted a challenge but,
even more, I wanted to get away from the homophobic rednecks I had spend
most of my life around.

	My name is Tristian Bowers and yep... I'm gay. I knew that there
was something different about me ever since I started hitting puberty. All
my buddies were starting to notice the hot girls in school, but to my
horror, I realized that it was the cute guys that really turned my
crank. Sure I'd still beat it to a hot sex scene on Skinemax every now and
again, but after a couple years, my solo adventures had become exclusively
gay inspired with some help from the internet and parents who were too busy
to bother checking my history. Strangely enough, it wasn't so much the porn
that got me off, but rather the sites to other high schools and their
athletic programs. Swim team pictures were the best. I'd imagine that one
of the hot teen guys was my boyfriend and that we'd sneak off after he won
a big meet and we'd do all sorts of depraved things while he was on an
endorphin high from his game. I was so enamored of this fantasy that I
joined our high school swim team, praying for the chance to make my
fantasies a reality. Unfortunately, they never did, but at least I got a
nicely toned body and quite a few guys from the team made guest appearances
in my spank sessions.

	I guess old habits die hard, because teen guys have been my fapping
material all throughout college as well. Sure, I've done plenty of guys my
age from school and on a night out in the city, I even fucked a youth coach
in his early thirties, but when flying solo, it's teen jocks that do it for
me time and time again.

	After freshman year, I had stopped coming home during breaks so
that I could take summer classes to graduate sooner. My family had flown
out to New York to watch me graduate but because I was so busy, I hadn't
seen them since Thanksgiving the previous year. Abe had been on a school
trip then, so really, I hadn't seen him since the Christmas before that
-- almost two whole years ago. We had talked on the phone a few times
whenever Mom would call to check in on me, but I hadn't actually seen him
in quite a while.

	I regretted not being closer to my brother. The seven year age gap
didn't help matters much. I do remember while I was at home, that Abe
tended to worship the ground I walked on and me being the typical teenager,
considered him a pest. I loved him of course, but my thoughts were focused
on getting the hell out of Georgia, so our time together wasn't exactly
quality. I had asked him if he wanted to come spend a few days with me in
New York this spring break, but my momma shot down that idea, so I didn't
bother pressing the issue.

	Which leads me back to graduation day.

	It was about an hour away from the ceremony when my cell phone
rang.

	"Hey, daddy," I said, devolving slightly back into my cracker
accent that I had tried so hard to kill while away at school.

	"Hey, Scooter," my dad said, using his nickname for me which always
made me roll my eyes. "Mama and me are downstairs waiting in the cab. Abe's
on his way up to fetch you."

	"Okay, be down in a minute."

	I heard a knock at my door and went to greet my little brother for
the first time in almost two years. "Hey, yo-- holy shit!"

	The cute little blue-eyed kid I had known was gone and had been
replaced by a gorgeous, strapping young lad. Abe had been just under five
feet tall last time I saw him. Now he stood maybe an inch shorter than me,
putting him at about 5'10". The long, shaggy blond hair I remember him
having was now buzzed high and tight, almost in a military cut. But most
impressive was that the scrawny little frame that I had been able to easily
toss over my shoulder before had been replaced by the toned, muscled body
of a young greek god.

	"Hey, Trist," Abe said awkwardly.

	"Jesus, dude," I said pulling him into a hug. "How did I miss you
turning into a man?"

	Abe pulled away and blushed, looking at the ground. "I'm not that
big, dude. I just started working out a little and joined the swim team
like you did. Getting pretty good at it though. Coach said I'll probably
make it on the varsity team next year."

	"At fifteen!? Damn, you're tough as nails. That's pretty
impressive, bro. I didn't make varsity until I was sixteen. I was so
nervous for my first meet. Plus my speedo was a size too small and I was
hoping my junk wasn't noticeable."

	"You don't have anything to be ashamed of down there," said Abe,
who's mouth had a tendency to say things before his brain can stop it.

	"Huh!?"

	Abe started stammering. "Well, I mean... in your yearbook pictures,
you looked really good."

	"What are you doing going through my old yearbooks, ya creeper?" I
asked playfully.

	"Oh, well...umm..."

	At that moment, my cell phone rang and I saw it was my dad again.

	"Hey, daddy," I said hitting the speaker button.

	"What the heck's taking you boys so long?"

	"Me and Abe were just catching up," I replied.

	"You'll have plenty of time for that later. We're gonna be late."

	I rolled my eyes at my brother and he grinned. "Let's go, dude," I
said.

	Looking relieved, Abe nodded and followed me downstairs.



	The graduation ceremony took over two hours and the whole time, my
mind kept wandering back to Abe going through my old yearbooks. He wouldn't
have known anyone in them besides me, so why was he going through them with
enough attention to notice the size of my basket. My thoughts were also
dwelling on how Abe looked standing in my doorway after two years. If he
wasn't my brother, I probably would have pulled him inside, ripped his
clothes off and worshiped his budding teen body with my tongue.

	Oh, who was I kidding? That thought was still appealing despite him
being my brother. If anything, it made the thought of fucking him even
hotter. I had never given much thought to incestuous relationships between
brothers before, but the more I tried to push the image out of my mind, the
more intense and depraved my fantasies became. I had never confirmed being
gay with my family, though I'm pretty sure my parents suspected, but were
still supportive of whatever I wanted to be although I wondered how quickly
that would change if they knew I wanted to bone my little bro.

	After the ceremony, we all went to dinner at one of my favorite
restaurants. I had a good time catching up with my family and once dessert
arrived, Dad turned to Abe and asked, "So, you gonna ask him or what?"

	"Ask me what?" I said curiously.

	Abe started stammering. "Well... uh... Momma was telling
me... well..."

	"For goodness sake, son," my dad said and then turned to me. "Momma
told Abe that you were going to stay in New York till the end of your lease
in September. He begged and pleaded till momma cracked and said if it was
alright with you, could he spend the summer here with you?"

	"Huh? Really?" I asked.

	Abe seemed mortified but nodded his head.

	One look into his deep blue eyes and a twitch from my dick was all
the encouragement I needed. "Yeah, of course you can spend the summer with
me, dude."

	Abe looked very relieved. "Awesome! Thanks, bro!"

	My wet dreams had come true. A gorgeous, teen muscle lad was
spending the summer in my apartment with me -- and that lad was my very
own brother. This was going to an interesting summer, indeed.

	After dinner, we went to my parents' hotel room and gathered Abe's
luggage and went back to my apartment. Once they got Abe settled in, they
gave us both a hug and a kiss and headed out to enjoy the city for a night
before their flight left in the morning.

	That night, Abe and I stay up late catching each other up on the
past two years since we last saw each other. I had busted out a few beers
for us and he looked rather apprehensively at them. "Don't worry," I
said. "I think you're more than man enough to handle a few beers."

	While chatting, I learned that Abe didn't have a girlfriend saying
he "didn't have time for all that right now" between his swim training and
school. He asked if I had a girlfriend yet and I vaguely said that I had
dated a few people out here, but never anything really serious.

	As much as I was having fun talking with my little bro (and
checking out his banging body), I was exhausted from the day's activities
and I really just needed some sleep. I stood up yawning and stretching,
walked over to Abe and gave him a big hug. "I'm really happy that we
finally get to spend some time together, dude."

	"Me, too," he said smiling a million dollar smile.

	"Night," I said, and headed off to my bedroom.

	"G'nite," Abe said stretching out on my sofa which was a futon, so
substituted as a bed for him nicely.

	Once I was in my bedroom, I stripped down to my undies and crawled
into bed. I was out by the time my head hit the pillow. Later that night, I
felt someone shaking my shoulder. I was startled to see Abe standing over
me stripped down to his boxers as well. "What's up, bro?"

	"I... can't sleep... it's so noisy..."

	I kept forgetting that Abe was still a country boy and hadn't
experienced the sounds of a big city like New York before. My bedroom had
no windows, so I usually slept pretty peacefully through the night, but
when I fell asleep on my futon, there had been more than a few times that a
horns or sirens would jerk me awake. "Well, do you wanna sleep in here?"

	"Would you mind? I could sleep on the floor if you want."

	"Nonsense," I said patting the empty side of my bed. "Get in here."

	Relieved, Abe climbed into bed with me and I surrendered half of my
covers to him. "This is a lot better, bro. Thanks."

	"No problem, man." Surprisingly, I fell back asleep almost
instantly and when I woke up, sunlight was creeping in underneath my
bedroom door. I looked next to me, only to find Abe had already gotten
up. I got out of bed and stretched. I had morning wood from some dream in
the night -- probably one involving my hot little stud of a brother. I
was tempted to take care of it but I heard noises from the kitchen.

	Walking out, I saw Abe, still in his boxers, fiddling around in my
cabinets. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless in the daylight
and his body was even more spectacular than I had imagined. His long,
muscled arms lead up to a sculpted smooth chest which connected to a
perfectly flat and muscled tummy. He was reaching up and I got a good look
at the tuft of blond hair protruding from delicious-looking pits. My
morning wood began to make a sudden resurgence, so I hid it behind the
counter as I walked into the kitchen. Abe saw me and grinned. "Dude,
where's all your food at?"

	I laughed. "I'm much more of a take-out guy. But, I was gonna go to
the market today to pick up some stuff. If you give me a list of what you
want, I'd be happy to get it."

	"Sounds good," he said.

	"While you do that, I'm gonna go take a shower." I heading into my
bathroom and peeled off my dirty boxer-briefs and tossed them in my
hamper. The warm water of the shower felt nice and relaxing but the one
thing that wasn't relaxing was my raging boner. I knew it wasn't going away
without some assistance, so I started cranking. Images of my little
brother's body began flooding my memory. That beautiful nearly-hairless
body. That delicious looking teen pit. It only took about a minute of
furiously fisting my meat before a blasted a load against my shower wall.

	I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me before
exiting the bathroom and heading to the bedroom to get dressed. Once I was
ready, I went back to the living room and Abe handed me his list. Lots of
whole wheat cereal, fresh fruits, pineapple juice, lean protein among other
things. I wasn't very surprised as his body showed off the fact that he ate
very healthy. Similar tastes had kept my swimmer's build pretty consistent
over the years. "You'll be okay by yourself for a while, right?"

	"Yeah, no prob!" he said rather enthusiastically.

	I just shrugged and laughed and told him I'd be a couple hours
before grabbing my shopping bags and heading out.

	I got back to the apartment about an hour later. Because it was a
Sunday, traffic was pretty light and I had a decent cab driver, so I was
done a lot sooner than I anticipated. I walked into the apartment expecting
to find Abe watching TV or surfing the internet but both the living room
and kitchen were empty. I checked the bedroom and didn't find him there, so
I figured he must have been in the bathroom. I put up the groceries and
walked past the bathroom again finding it odd that I didn't hear any
running water.

	I suddenly realized that if he was in the bathroom, chances were,
he may be naked. This might have been my shot to "accidentally" walk in on
him and finally get to check out that cock and ass. I tried to think it
through logically, but my dick had suddenly taken over my higher brain
functions and I found myself turning the bathroom doorknob.

	"Abe, are you in--" I began, nonchalantly but froze in my tracks.

	My brain processed three distinct facts all in quick
succession. First, Abe was indeed naked. Second, he had a raging 7 inch
boner that he was stroking with his right hand. Third, in his left hand, he
had the crotch of my dirty boxer-briefs smashed against his face.

	"Trist... fuck!" he shouted. "I... I... it's not what you--"

	I sighed and silenced him with a gesture. "I guess it's time we
REALLY talk, little bro."



End Chapter One.

Sorry about the lack of much sex in this one. Lets just say it gets much
more interesting in the next chapter. Please contact me at the above
address with any comments.