Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 21:34:25 -0800 (PST) From: "New Stories (Dennis B.)" Subject: Little Brother Wanted it Bad - Chapter 1 ________________________________________ Little Brother Wanted it Bad - Chapter 1 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com ________________________________________ Check with your local and regional laws before reading this story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and not be offended by this type of content. ________________________________________ A NOTE TO THE READER I have a lot of stories out there, but that doesn't mean I get a lot of email. I'd love to get more. (And I have ideas for more chapters of this story.) You get extra points for telling me what parts you liked. :-) Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you. If you don't want a reply, tell me--like if you're using a friend's email, or you don't think you really need to hear back from me, or something. Thank you so much. --Dennis :-) StoriesNew@Yahoo.com ________________________________________ LIST OF MY STORIES (the most frequently asked question) You can find a list of all my stories with a brief description of each at the end of *this* chapter. As of December 18, 2005, this is the latest list. Ages of the characters are included to help give you more info. The most popular so far are, "Crazy for Chad" and "Boy Who Was Late for School," followed by the "brother" stories. See list at bottom for details. ________________________________________ LITTLE BROTHER WANTED IT BAD - CHAPTER 1 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com ________________________________________ Brian Pierce, 17 Cory Pierce, 15 At first, I thought my younger brother Cory was just curious-- admiring me for being 17, and for my performance at track. I had a few trophies, and I loved seeing my name, 'Brian Pierce,' engraved on them. But I soon found out that Cory had a mission. Cory was just 15. He was always small for his age and he looked to be only 13. Dad and I were just naturally big, I guess, and I had the idea that Cory felt left out somehow. I tried to boost his ego now and then because I thought he was dealt a bad blow, being small. I guess that made us close without my realizing it. So I never felt uncomfortable talking to him in the bathroom when I dried off, after a shower. We spent time together just talking or watching movies. But Cory was shy about his nakedness --that meant I didn't know how much hair he had, or the size of his privates, but that never entered my mind. You could really see the difference in our sizes when we stood up together--I was 170 pounds and almost 6 feet tall. I didn't know his weight, but Cory was about 5 foot 5. That was too much height difference for us being only two years apart. By my guess, Cory should be more like 5 foot 9 or so. We both were slim, and I had some nice muscles--mostly small ones from being a runner--but Cory was *really* thin. That's just how my little brother is built. I always thought he looked good that way. Last Saturday night, as I was getting out of the shower, getting ready for a date with a new girl, Cory came into the bathroom and started talking. Like always, the conversation eventually turned to my body. I'd never really given that much thought until I picked up on a few things he said. "I hope I look like *you* someday, Brian." Corey said this to me while sitting on the lid of the toilet, elbows on his knees, looking me over. He never stared, but he looked often. I was still naked, drying myself. "Like *me*? Why, Cory? I'm me, and you're you," I said casually, maybe not taking him seriously enough. "You got like the perfect amount of hair everywhere," he said. I had light brown hair. Cory had blond hair. My chest was smooth, and my legs had a dusting of almost-blond hair that was hard to see and sparkled in bright light. "Thanks. Don't you?" I said softly--treading lightly in case he didn't have much hair. His legs looked smooth. "Well, I have some--but it's nothing like yours," he said with a little smile, looking very interested in me, fascinated maybe. "That sounds pretty normal, Cory." "And your dick is big, and so . . . strong-looking or something. That's hot, Bri." When Cory said 'hot,' something jumped inside me. He'd never said anything like that before--and at that time, I didn't know what he'd been reading on line. Then I wondered if maybe he *wanted* me to see him naked but was too shy to say anything. "Thanks, Cor," I said, blushing at his sudden compliment--and a little horny from him saying that my cock was 'hot.' "Maybe I'll get to see yours someday. Might be cool to compare." "I could never measure up," he said, sounding glum and looking at the floor. "Hell! Your fifteen--and you think you're gonna look like seventeen?" I knew that's what he was thinking. "Well, no," he said, blushing. "Shit! Everything on YOU better be smaller than everything on ME--or I'm gonna be jealous as hell," I said with a grin. "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense," he said like he hadn't thought of that. Cory was a good student--smart, and he got fantastic grades. Unlike me, who got by okay. But sometimes my little brother missed the obvious. "So, you wouldn't laugh at me?" he said, blushing his hardest, eyes glued to the floor. "If I saw you naked? No! You're my brother. You're younger then me, and I expect you to be different. Mom and dad always say you took after mom, and I took after dad." I said that because mom's side of the family had smaller builds. "Okay," he said softly, like I was forcing him. But I could tell he really wanted to do this--I thought that was odd. He'd never wanted to do that before, or even talked about it. "Cool," I said in a neutral voice so it wouldn't sound as if I were pushing him. "Thanks," he said like he was a million miles away. I had no clue why he said 'thanks.' It didn't fit with the conversation. I thought maybe he was scared. "Hey, Cory--you don't have to if you're not ready, or whatever." He just sat there. And I just stood there, wondering what was going through his head--and how long he would wait before making a move. "No," he said, standing up and reaching for his belt buckle, "I will." He kept his eyes down, and in a second his jeans dropped to the floor, leaving him in white briefs and a tee shirt. He was barefoot. Cory was like me--he showered twice a day, and his feet and the rest of him were always clean. I guess we just grew up that way. I was curious about what he had down there, so that's where my eyes went first--and I saw a nice bulge. I noticed his legs seemed hairless. When Cory took off his shirt, I saw he had some pit hair, not much. And he no sooner threw his shirt aside when he pulled his underwear off. He hesitated then, still bent over, giving me a good look at his back, and his blond head of hair. "Strong-looking back," I said, hoping to make him feel good about his body. He stood up slowly, and I saw the red color of his face before I saw his thin bush and 4 inch erection. My heart pounded in embarrassment for him that he was hard. Didn't he know? I didn't want to call attention to this. His eyes pleaded with me, not to belittle him. I could feel his fright and insecurity. The poor kid was shaking. "Very nice," I said, holding on to his shoulders. It seemed natural to do that--to give him encouragement, and to just be supportive as his older brother. But I suddenly felt weird with my hands on him. It was too late to change that, I felt. "But what about my--" he stopped there, looking at his dick. "It's a perfect size, Cor. BIG for your body." I stretched the truth a little. It was about the right size for his body-- which meant it was small, like the rest of him. "Yours looks strong, too." "Really?" he said with some uncertainty, smiling finally. "Yeah. You got a lot to be proud of," I said, making sure he saw that I was looking at his dick. "It's really hard, huh Bri?" This time, Cory sounded more relaxed, confident. His blush faded. It floored me that he wasn't embarrassed, all boned up in front of me. "Looks like it." "You wanna feel it?" I gulped. Boosting Cory's ego was one thing--but, touching his dick? I had my doubts. When I saw the look on his face, like he was pleading for praise or approval, I felt I had to touch it. I had to stall for time, just to let myself get used to the idea. "Um--you want me to feel how hard you are? Is that it?" "Yep--I mean if--" Cory didn't get a chance to finish--my hand wrapped around his hot little bone. And it *was* hot. I didn't remember getting boners that stiff, but maybe I forgot what it was like to be fifteen. I must have taken too long to say something--Cory looked anxious. "Wow! Harder than *I* ever was, I think," I said, staring at my handful of little-brother dick. "It's real hot, and feels way strong, bro." "Well," he said, sounding strange. It was then that I saw where Cory was looking--at my cock. I looked down at myself. My dick had chubbed up so much, I was damn near hard. I felt heat in my face. "Oh," I said, not knowing what to do. That's when Cory reached out and wrapped his hand around my bone. "God! That even FEELS big. You're awesome, Brian" Cory said, pulling my shaft a little. "Yeah--well, thanks, um--ah!" I jumped when he slid his other hand to my balls. "You got precum, too!" little bro said, going to his knees. "That's so hot." His mouth was dangerously close to my cock. "Just seeing my bone so close to his lips--I couldn't help getting ideas, especially since I'd had a few girls suck me. I knew the signs of an upcoming blow job. Cory seemed to be getting hypnotized by my cock. His mouth dropped open as he examined my nuts up close, but his eyes kept going to my pole. "They're big and heavy. Your dick looks big and heavy, too," Cory said. Staring at his open mouth made me think with my cockhead. It wasn't me and my little brother anymore. It was my hardon and a mouth. "Go ahead," I said, taking a big chance, jutting my hips forward and putting my hands on his shoulders again. This put the tip of my cock an inch from Cory's lips. Cory took a big breath, opened wide, and, leading with his tongue, slid his lips over the tip of Brian Junior, who jumped for joy. "Ahhhh," I said, feeling his tongue up against my hard shaft-- moving the whole time. When he took over half my 7 inches, I was in blow-job heaven, seeing stars and all that other stuff. "Oh, fuck," I said. My breathing was as hard as my dick. I started to think of how to tell the girl why I couldn't make it for our date, and after I shrugged off the guilt, my attention went back to my hardon in Cory's mouth, and what he was doing to it. No girl ever made my cock feel that good. "Fuck, lets go to bed, Cor." We shared a room. It was just us, and mom and dad. "Just get on your back," Cory said when he saw me standing next to the bed, obviously not knowing what to do. How the hell did *he* know? He knew what to do with my dick, and that was good enough for me. My little brother took me back through the torturous process of his lips sliding down my bone as slowly as humanly possible while his tongue did double-time flicking across it. "Oh, man! Uhhhh! Shit, that's good!" Cory finally got down to just more than halfway again. With his little mouth, he would probably choke if he took more. His lips squeezed while the grip of his tongue tightened as it raced back and forth. "Oh, oh, YEAH!" "Mmm!" he said with my dick in his mouth, making it throb wildly. But I got the shock of my life when his lips slid down to my pubes, giving me the most pleasure I'd ever felt--the tip of my cock jammed in his throat. "Oh, fuck, this is hot! Urrrrrrghhh!" Cory slid off. I panicked, thinking he was leaving me hanging. "You wanna come?" he said so innocently, looking up at me with his little grin. "Yeah I do," I said as gently as possible, but--AH!" He jammed my whole bone into his mouth all at once. He slid off me again. "This is so hot, Bri. I never knew it would feel this good." And he shoved his mouth on me. "Rahhhhfff!" I guess I didn't have to wonder anymore if this was his first time. When he rubbed my chest, fondled my balls, and hummed on my dick, I shot off. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Urrrrrghhhhffff!" I felt my cum blasting out. It was never like this. Those contractions you always feel when you come--they were the hardest yet. And I filled Cory up with 3 or 4 hard jets of big-brother cum, for starters. When I looked at his throat and saw him swallowing, I shot harder. I don't know how many, but I launched a record number of cum-streams into him. As I started to come out of it, I found my hands at the back of my brother's head, and instead of me forcing my hips up to push my dick into him, he slammed his mouth down over and over, giving me that extra pleasure just before my cock gets too sensitive. I looked down at him and saw some of my stuff on his chin. It felt weird, seeing that. I started to wonder if it was such a good idea to let him blow me--maybe he would freak out, or maybe *I* would. Then it hit me that Cory was gay. I loved him, he was my brother--and if he was gay I would deal with it. "Mmmm," he said, sliding off me, "that was sooooooo good, Brian!" "Really?" I said, remembering when Cory said that. "Yeah," he said, perking up and lifting his head. His big grin faded fast. "How did it feel to YOU?" He sounded worried. "That was the best, bro! The fucking best!" That made him smile. I was still on a high from my climax, and out of breath. "Can I be your slave now?" "What? What the fuck you been readin?" "Slave stuff. On the net. I know just what to do." "SLAVE stuff--are you NUTS?" "It's really cool! You gotta see--I'll show you! Do you need to pee?" "No." "Okay. Just look at the pics and read the headings." "This is weird, man. Slave stuff?" "You want me to suck you while you read it?" "Um--yeah, if you want to." "I'll see if I can make it hard again!" "Okay." "You're not weirded out that I'm gay?" he finally asked. "No. You're my brother, Cory. I love you, remember?" "Kiss me," he said, staring into my eyes. "Kiss you?" "Yeah. If you really mean what you said, kiss me." "Shit." He had me. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great! That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. I feel like continuing this story. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more. I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked. :-) --Dennis DENNIS B. - STORY LIST: 1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 17, 2005; High School. (The latest chapter, 9, is in HTML with colors and an easy-reading format.) 2. Boy Who Was Late for School (a tender story; ages 24 and 13.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 28, 2005; Adult-Youth. 3. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story; ages 22 and 15.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth. 4. Discovering My Little Brother (brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005; Incest. 5. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 6, 2005; Incest. 6. Little Brother Wanted it Bad * (little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.) - New story. - Last post APPROX. Dec. 18, 2005; (Categories unknown as of writing time.) 7. My Son Drives Me Crazy (tender dad and son.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest. 8. Spankin High School Club Initiation (high school ages; later, some college guys; some soccer action.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 3/4, 2005; High School; Athletics. 9. Frat Initiation Hell Week (ages 13 to 22; not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005; Authoritarian. (Not hard core.) 10. Gettin it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 26, 2005; Authoritarian. (Not hard core.) (Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.) LAST POST DATES good as of December 18, 2005, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this. * current story Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com