Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 18:13:03 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 3 Incest: brothers (b/b oral urination) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young brothers and what they discover together. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Thanks for the response to the first chapter! I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com And, readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 3 Jack started the washing machine, his dick still sensitive to all the play he and his little brother had enjoyed so early in the morning. Then he remembered he'd forgotten his own sheets, so he walked, still naked, back to their room. When he entered, he saw Bruce curled up on his bed; he's fallen asleep. Jack stood at the side of the bed, just enjoying the beauty of an eight-year-old boy. Yes, Jack thought; if a boy can be called beautiful, Bruce was beautiful. His blond hair, touseled from their little tickle-frolic, and still a bit damp from their shower, curled around his little ears and spread out around his head, like a halo around a sleeping angel. He was sleeping on his side, his face turned away from Jack, but Jack could see the long eyelashes that he'd never really noticed before. Bruce's little lips were slightly open and slightly puckered. Those were the lips that gave me my first blow job, Jack thought. He stepped closer and gently ran his hand along Bruce's side, from his shoulder down to his hip. Skin so smooth and warm. Bruce's little ass was half turned upward, and Jack gently caressed the round mound of flesh. He remembered his touch in the shower of that forbidden place, that tiny puckerhole, and he felt his cock pulse once, then twice. He lowered himself carefully on the bed and lay next to his brother, moving so that Bruce was curled up against him. Jack's dick was hard now, and it pressed against the soft butt cheeks. Jack adjusted it so it was pressing against the warm crack. Bruce stirred a bit, and Jack reached over him to stroke his chest and belly. Warm and smooth. He adjusted himself again so his dick pressed even tighter against Bruce's butt crack, even separating the cheeks a bit. Jack allowed himself a gentle shove against that warm place, then another. His cock leaked some precum on one of the little cheeks. Jack knew what men did with each other. He knew more about it than most, maybe any, of his friends at school. He had yearned so much for the kind of intimate contact he knew was possible, but he had never been able to do anything about it except jack off while he played with his balls and, sometimes, his asshole. He'd never imagined that his first real experience of sex would be with his own little brother! But it had been wonderful, both last night and this morning. And, after all, they still had almost the whole day. Jack got up and slapped Bruce lightly on the ass. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" He smiled as Bruce turned over, his eyes only partly open, his little peter looking up as if for more fun. "Aww..." "Come on, Bruce. It's Saturday. Let's do chores. And then..." Jack paused dramatically, "I have a surprise for you." "Suprise?" Bruce could only think of all the fun they'd had last night and this morning. It would be more of the same... wouldn't it? He jumped out of bed and gave Jack a big hug around the middle, then he turned to the bathroom. Jack pulled the sheets off his own bed, then the pillowcases off both pillows. As he filled a basket with clothes from the dirty clothes hamper, he could hear Bruce's pee hit the water in the toilet, and he grinned. He walked back to the laundry room. Every Saturday morning, they each had a few chores to do. Nothing huge, though Jack hadn't liked doing the laundry at first. Now it was easier. Bruce was supposed to clean the bathroom they both shared. They usually did their chores first thing in the morning so they had most of a Saturday to enjoy. By the time Jack got back to their room, Bruce was back from the bathroom -- Jack could smell a little of the cleanser he'd used. Bruce was just pulling up a pair on undies -- a bright blue with a dark blue stripe down the side. Bruce always took a boyish pride in choosing his own clothes, now that he was old enough. "Bathroom all done?" Jack didn't really care. Not this Saturday. There were other things more important. "Uh... yeah... sorta..." He'd hardly done anything but sprinkle the shower with cleanser and rinse it off. He couldn't get his mind off the surprise Jack had promised. "It's okay, little dude. And you're not gonna need those," gesturing to the underwear. "We can't go naked around the house..." "Why not," Jack grinned. "At least in the places where nobody can see in. I walked all the way through the kitchen to the laundry room, and this is what I was wearing." He spread his arms and did a slow and complete turn. When he turned around to Bruce, the boy was grinning. And his blue undies were on the bed. "What's my surprise?" Bruce grinned in anticipation. "Breakfast first." "What?" Bruce wasn't thinking about breakfast. "We'll make it quick," Jack assured him. The boys, both naked now, walked to the kitchen. Bruce watched his big brother's ass move as he walked. When Bruce got to the kitchen, he unconsciously covered his little dick and balls with his hands. "None of that!" Jack laughed. "Look around. Nobody can see in these windows; the curtrains are closed on the patio doors. Naked, little bro -- that's the uniform of the day." Jack got some pop-ups and put them in the toaster. He he got a couple of glasses and poured the milk. The pop-ups were done, and the boys ate quickly. Each was looking over the other -- completely naked in a place where they weren't supposed to be naked. Jack's dick was semi-hard, but Bruce still felt a little out of place in the kitchen. The glasses were rinsed and put in the dishwasher, and the boys were headed back to their bedroom in a matter of minutes. "So, what's my surprise?" Bruce's eyes were wide in eagerness. He knew it would be something really cool -- something for them to enjoy together. Jack didn't say anything. He sat down at his computer, turned it on, and used his password. He told Bruce to come over with him, and as the computer loaded, Jack sat the naked boy between his legs in his large desk chair. The eight-year-old squirmed, anticipating... he didn't know what. Jack reached around him on both sides to load a website, using another password. He could get in really big trouble, he knew. But he'd already sucked his little brother, and this surely wasn't the same as that... As the website loaded, Bruce watched in amazement as two naked men appeared, lying together so they could suck each other's cock. And the cocks! They were so huge! Jack clicked a link and a page of smaller pictures appeared. In each, there was a naked man, or two, or more, doing things Bruce had never even thought of before. Except the sucking, of course, but by now the boy was accepting that as part of a new adventure. "You... you watch these?" Bruce's voice sounded incredulous. He paused. "Are you... gay?" "Yeah, little buddy. I'm gay. This is the kind of sex I want. Not that I've had it all yet." Jack gave a little laugh. "But this is me, Bruce, your brother. Me. I'm gay." Bruce felt awed that his brother would confide such a big secret to him. Then he realized that the pictures turned him on, too... And last night, and again this morning... There wasn't a minute of it that he didn't enjoy... that he wanted again... But Bruce couldn't say it out loud, not yet. "You... jack off when you watch these pictures?" Bruce asked. "Yeah, but only when it's safe. And this is a big secret, understand? Nobody, I mean absolutely nobody, can know about it! We'll both get in so much trouble we'll never get out of it." Bruce heard the warming, but his attention was fastened on the pictures that began to appear as Jack clicked one after the other. A man jacking off, with the biggest cock Bruce had ever seen. A big guy with lots of hair sucking the dick of a younger guy. And then, as Bruce sucked in his breath, one man sticking his dick in another man's butt! Only this one was a movie. His eyes grew large, and he leaned back against his brother's chest. The dick was moving in and out, faster, then slower... He felt his brother reach around and circled his little dick with his hand. Only it wasn't so little, Bruce realized; he had a full-blown stiffie! Neither boy said anything. Jack clicked through more pictures. Close-up of huge hairy dicks. Close-ups of dicks just as smooth as his own, but obviously on men. Sucking nipples. Kissing. Peeing... one guy peeing in his shorts! Jack clicked on another movie, and two beautiful young men appeared, undressed, and got into bed. As the two on the screen enjoyed a long session of sex, Bruce spread his legs wider, so Jack could reach it all. He felt Jack's fingers moving his little balls under his stiffie, then stroke the skin under his balls. And fingers on his nipples, fingers flicking across them, pinching them lightly. And he realized that Jack's hard cock was pressed up against his back, caught between the two of them as they watched the movie. Bruce could even feel it pulsing against his back. He moaned as he wiggled slowly against it while Jack's fingers played with his little balls. When one of the young guys on the screen started rubbing the asshole of the other, Bruce stopped moving altogether. He watched in awe as fingers were worked into the hole, and then a the big dick slowly entered. Bruce could actually feel his own butthole pulse a little. Jack's finger moved down under his balls and slowly into his butt crack. Bruce wiggled a bit and spread his legs just as wide as he could. He felt the finger between his butt cheeks. He scooted down a little, and Jack moved forward so he could move his finger to the little hole. The men on the screen were fucking! Bruce groaned softly when he felt Jack's finger at his hole. The finger moved slowly, in little circles. He felt Jack lean forward to kiss his back, then his shoulder. While one hand reached down to massage Bruce's tiny hole, Jack's other hand toyed with Bruce's little peter. But it was hard now, as hard as it ever got. One of the guys on the screen -- the one being fucked -- groaned loudly. The other one pulled his dick out, and it was covered with cum, dripping with it. Jack's hand moved faster on Bruce's dick, and his finger circled the tight butthole faster, too. Bruce was in ecstacy, pressing back against the finger at his ass, then forward into the fingers jacking him off. He didn't know which way to move; everywhere felt so good! Jack was breathing heavily in his ear as Bruce groaned loudly. "AWWwww fuck oooooooooo..." His little stiffie suddenly became as hard as a rock, and his legs started to jump. The warm pleasure of a dry cum started deep inside, and Bruce continued to groan as something inside him moved as high as a mountain and higher and higher... then fell... fell... Bruce collapsed back against his brother. The movie had stopped now, and the two guy were locked in a deep kiss. But Bruce didn't see it. His eyes wouldn't quite focus yet. He relaxed fully into his brother, breathing heavily. He felt Jack kissing the back of his neck, and he suddenly wanted more of that. He turned his head, turning his body slightly, just so he could look up at his brother. Jack watched those long eyelashes move, the little red lips parting, the tiny tongue just visible inside... And he leaned in to meet Bruce's lips. The boy pressed tightly, and the two tongues licked at each other, then plunged deeply into the dark cavity. Bruce dropped his legs to the floor and turned around to face his big brother, barely losing contact with his lips. He threw his arms around Jack, as Jack did to him, and they kissed deeply, moaning into each other's mouth. When they leaned apart, Jack reached around Bruce and turned off the computer. "Let's go over there," he said, motioning to Bruce's bed. Bruce glanced back at the dark computer screen, but he knew there would be other times when he could watch... what he liked. They lay on the bed and resumed their kiss. Jack's hand moved down from Bruce's back to caress his little ass, and he felt his cock lurch between them. He flicked his tongue over the tip of Bruce's tongue, then he moved his lips downward. The warm throat. The shoulders. The center of the little chest. And then a nipple. Bruce's sighed deeply when Jack's tongue flicked over his nipple and then began to wash it. When the little nub in the center was harder, he began to suck on it. "Aaa yea yea like that like that..." Bruce's moans were soft. Still sucking one of the boy's nipples, he toyed with the other one with his fingers. Bruce's moans came more frequently... and louder. Jack swung one leg over Bruce and lowered his body so he could wipe some of his precum onto one of the nipples. Bruce groaned a long, long sound of pure pleasure as the slick cockhead massaged his nipple. Bruce raised his head to watch a moment, then his head fell back to the bed. Jack straightened up and moved his knees higher. His hard, wet cock was dangling right over his little brother's mouth. Bruce's eyes were closed, and Jack waited until he opened his eyes. Bruce smiled whenopened his mouth and accepted the big cockhead. He licked it around and around, and now it was Jack's turn to moan. That tiny tongue on his cock! Fuck, it was good. But he didn't want to control all the fun. Part of it must be Bruce's, if this was to continue beyond one hot Saturday. He swung back away from Bruce, kissed him on the lips, and lay on his side, looking at those long lashes. "What do you want, Bruce? Tell me." "O god, Jack, it's so good... I have no idea sex was like this!" He sat up to look his brother in the face. "But I have to tell you... I mean... See, I think I'm gay, too." The words were whispered. "I'm glad. I know you've sure been enjoying yourself. But, Bruce," Jack said, "maybe you enjoy it just because... well, it's new and it's exciting stuff. Maybe you're not gay. Maybe you're just... you know, having fun." "Oh, I'm having fun," Bruce grinned. Then he looked serious. "But I mean it, Jack. I'm gay. I like this so much... I like doing it with you..." "You don't have to do this, Brucie. Only what you want and no more. I'd never hurt you or make you do something you don't want. We stop whenever you..." "No," Bruce said, and he lay a hand on Jack's chest for emphasis. "I don't want to stop. I want to do all that stuff we saw. I mean, this is what I like. I'm just a little kid, maybe, but I know what I know, Jack. And I know I'm gay." Jack placed his hand on the back of Bruce's head and pulled him down for a kiss. "Then tell me what you want, Brucie." "I want, like, what they did... when they sucked on each other at the same time." "That's called 69, little bro. Turn around; lay down and put your head where you can suck." The brothers readjusted themselves, and as soon as he was in place Bruce held Jack's hard cock to his face and licked it. He opened his mouth and took in this special part of his brother's body, this part he wanted to... eat. And he began to suck slowly, he felt his own dick enveloped with a wet heat, and he knew in was in Jack's mouth. They sucked and licked, licked and sucked. Bruce felt Jack's hand wander lightly over his little balls and back toward his crack. His own fingers were moving Jack's big balls as he sucked. His balls were like little eggs in a sac, but Jack's were really big. And Jack's sac smelled so... sexy. Then he felt Jack's tongue on his own tiny balls, and he froze in place and moaned his pleasure. Each other's balls, Bruce thought. So good... Jack's finger moved back toward Bruce's crack, and Bruce copied the movement. Jack's crack was bigger, of course, and it was warm and moist. As the finger at his own hole moved around his tiny pucker, he found the tight, wrinkled pucker of his brother. With balls still in his mouth, Bruce groaned his pleasure at the mouth on his own balls and the finger at his ass. He placed Jack's cock in his mouth again and was so excited at what was happening at his ass he sucked hard and fast. Mouth... ass... so good... Jack let Bruce's dick slide out of his mouth to warn his brother that he would cum soon, but before he could say the words his nut inside clenched tight and sent the ripples of sweet pleasure all through his body. His cock stiffened, froze for a second, and then he filled Bruce's mouth with a huge load of cum. Over and over. And he felt Bruce swallow it, each shot. When his orgasm faded, he started to pull away, but Bruce let go of Jack's cock long enough to tell him not to move, to keep sucking and fingering. Jack went back to work. He felt the little tongue licking all around his cockhead and onto his shaft, but he sucked at the hard little stiffie in his mouth. His finger moved in smaller circles and pressed a bit at that tight entrance. He felt his cock fall away from Bruce and heard the little voice plead, "Put it in, Jack. Please, please, put it in..." Jack pulled his finger away only long enough to wet it in his mouth, and he returned it to the little pucker. Bruce moaned his encouragement, and he felt Jack's finger press more insistently at the opening where no finger is supposed to go. He licked his lips, tasting Jack's tangy cum, and asked for more. Jack pressed gently, and he felt the puckered skin begin to loosen as bit. Then he pulled his finger away and sat up. Before Bruce could object, Jack said, "Let's do it a better way." He got Bruce on his back and spread his legs. He sat next to Bruce and wet his finger again, then placed it where it had been. He rubbed, pressed, and felt the hole give just a little. He suddenly wanted to see what he was feeling. He quickly got between Bruce's legs, and, as Bruce looked up to see what was happening, he lifted the boy upward. Bruce's legs automatically fell apart, and Jack found himself looking at a boy's most private parts. A little three inch stiffie, pointing outward as though seeking contact. Two tiny balls nestled tight against the young body. And the ass, spread apart, revealing the tiny, pink pucker at the center. Bruce relaxed in his new position, almost upside down, not sure what would happen but knowing that he would like it. Jack had seen his own hole, in a mirror, but it was nothing like this one. This one was so tiny it seemed impossible that anything, not even a finger, could open it enough to enter. It pulsed -- he could see it move. A little pink circle, with the skin so tight around it... He remembered something he's seen on one of his websites. Could he do that? Would Bruce want it? But a deep, deep hunger had entered his mind, and he lowered his head to the boy's ass. The licked across the pucker. And sighed. Bruce couldn't believe what he was feeling. He could only see the top of Jack's head, buried between his legs, but that had to be his tongue! What else could it be? The warm wetness... Moving... oh yes... licking... Jack inhaled deeply as he licked the little ass in front of him. The scent was soap, from the morning shower, a little piss, and something else... a musk that went straight to his brain and made his tongue work faster. He licked around and around, and the constant motion, wetness, and heat caused the tiny pucker to relax a bit. He poked his tongue at it and didn't even hear Bruce's squeal of pleasure. Pressing his tongue, he felt the tightness loosen just a bit around it, and the tip of his tongue slowly entered the place where no one was to go. He groaned in delight at the sensation in his mouth, in his belly, in his cock. He pressed his tongue as hard as he could, and he felt a little more of the opening give way to the intruder. Now he heard the sound of a pleasured boy, the high musical voice unable to give expression to a sensation most boys would never know. Jack licked and pressed until his tongue and the muscles around it ached. Then he pulled away and lowered Bruce back to the bed. "You... ate my hole! You licked me. I could feel it! O god, Jack..." "You like, huh?" Jack reveled in the taste of boy in his mouth. "Let's try that finger, then." He placed his finger at Bruce's asshole, massaged it briefly, feeling the wetness of his own mouth there, then pressed gently. He was surprised when the hole opened enough for the tip of his finger. He glanced at Bruce's face and saw the slack mouth of a boy being discovered down there for the first time. Jack pressed his finger in more, worked it around a little, pressed it in again. Bruce squealed as his ring opened fully to allow passage, and then he felt something entirely new, something alive in him, wiggling, working inward... Bruce was warm, wet, and slick inside. Jack felt as though his finger had entered a silky tunnel. He'd been in his own ass many times, but this was so much smaller, tighter... But he kept pressing his finger in slowly, wiggling it now and then, deeper... until it felt it. Bruce's tiny prostate. He'd toyed with his own so often, he knew the waves of pleasure would be moving through his brother's body. "Ooooooo... what are you doing... what... ooooo yeaaa... more don't stop ooo yea..." Bruce didn't know what Jack had found down there, but he wished his big brother would keep on doing it over and over again... Jack leaned down, his finger still working deep inside Bruce's ass, and sucked the little stiffie into his mouth. Bruce's hips began to thrash around, but Jack held him in place with one hand. He fingered and sucked, sucked and fingered, listening to the little voice singing, the sweet sound of an eight-year-old just discovering one more of the magic places in his body. Jack sucked until he felt the little dick stiffen even more, and then -- as Bruce yelled loudly -- the boy's orgasm began. Jack felt the little ring of Bruce's asshole clench tight around his finger. He kept a little pressure on Bruce's tiny nut inside and sucked.. young boy hole... little boy dick... Bruce bucked his hips so hard Jack couldn't keep him on the bed, but his mouth didn't loose contact with the excited dick. A long note echoed through the room as the eight-year-old experienced the greatest orgasm of his young life. Spent, Bruce relaxed completely, and Jack carefully pulled his finger out. Bruce yelped a little when it popped out into the air. Jack lay back on the bed, next to Bruce, and the boys lay there a while without saing a word. Finally, Bruce sighed deeply. "O Jack... O Jack... fuck that was so... awesome!" They were quiet again for a moment, and then Bruce rolled over and kissed Jack on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered. Jack smiled and turned his head so their lips could meet. After a deep kiss, Jack said, "I love you, too, little bro. You're the best." They lay quietly against each other. "Aw shit!" Bruce sat up in bed suddenly. "O fuck fuck fuck!" "What's the matter, Bruce," Jack asked, a little alarmed. "Aw shit," Bruce repeated. He looked down at his big brother with an angry face. "Fuck I forgot!" "Forgot what?" "Aw Jack, I'm sorry! I forgot that Charlie is coming over today. You know, from my class at school. He's supposed to be here at 10:30 -- shit, what time is it?" Jack looked at the clock by the bed. "It's a little after 10," he said. "Aw, Jack. I can't call him now; he's already on his way. Aw fuck fuck fuck!" "Well, wait minute," Jack said, trying to calm his brother down when he was obviously very upset that their day of sex would end so abruptly. "Maybe..." "You know what?" Bruce asked, and he turned to face Jack directly. "Maybe something could happen. I mean... I never told you. See, last week right at the end of recess, I went into the bathroom to pee, and Charlie was already there, peeing. We're buddies, you know? Well, see, while I was peeing, he asked me if we could show each other our peters." "What?" Jack was surprised, but then he grinned. "So, you little horn dog, did you show him your peter?" "Nah, there wasn't time. The bell was already ringing, and we were going to be late to class. Mr. Richie hates it if you're late from recess. We just, you know... zipped up and left." "So, you're thinking maybe Charlie might be interested in something when he gets here this morning... a little something like..." "Yeah," Bruce grinned. "A little something like my peter. Only, look... it's hard already, just thinking about it. Charlie... well, Charlie is pretty cute." Bruce paused. He looked embarrassed for a moment that he had said a thing about a boy. "And if he wants to see mine, I bet he'd love to see yours! Yeah! This could be great." "Maybe," Jack said. "Maybe. If we take it carefully, not rush into anything. Look, we need to make a plan. You know, how to do it. Let's see... How about we try it like this......"