Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 00:35:06 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Jeremy's little bro - PART 14

It was the long hot days of summer.  I would drain every bit of day before
heading inside.  Sitting on the curb and laying back on the sidewalk and
feeling that heat soak into my body. The nights would cool off quickly when
the sun disappeared.  The street lights at the corners seeped enough light
to our normal spots to see each other's faces but allowed us to hide in the
dim light.  Poking sticks at the hot tar, occasionally lighting a black cat
left over from the 4th of July, or just tossing pebbles at the coke cans.
The younger kids on the street were called in, my group would get up and
wander in by ourselves, most of the time.  My brothers and their friends
would stay a little longer, sometimes interrupted by parents who thought
they were laughing a little too much for that time of night.

I loved that summer, my brothers were still around, my parents left me alone
for the most part, and it was the first time my body was developing.  Hair
was growing from my armpits, and I showed that off many times.  I had a
shirt with me, but it stayed in my back pocket or on my bike.  People
noticed, mothers of my friends would say something, usually making me blush
but I actually liked it.  We ran into our coach and he notice my pits but
also the happy trail that started at my belly button and disappeared into my
shorts.  He even tugged at it and asked if it was real.  That was enough to
crank up another boner.  I was rock hard by the time we finished talking to
him.  His wink and a nod towards my crotch told me he noticed the tent in my
shorts.

And I loved my pubes.  In the mirror, they looked like more of a shadow
above my dick than hairs.  They were wispy and fine but they were getting
long and filling in.  They felt so fine as my fingers would slide into my
undies and play with them.  I could see more starting to sprout and begin to
spread.  I could even grab a few and lift the smooth skin above my dick.
The hairs so fine I couldn't really seem them, so it looked a little magical
as my belly lifted up.  Having pubes meant a lot to me.

My friends all had pubes before me, some had some hairy bushes that almost
hid their dicks, only a little pink head would show up.  They would talk and
make fun of other boys who were hairless or tiny.  The making fun was never
to their faces, just talk behind their backs.  Most of the time, my friends
would stop talking when I was around but occasionally would kid me.  They
would never let me feel too bad, but it bothered me enough that it made me
so excited that I had pubes that I couldn't wait to show them off.  I made a
special effort to drop my shorts a little more than necessary when I pissed
with my friends, especially with Jimmy.  Jimmy would always take special
note of boys' pubes, I often wondered if he had a book on the boys.  I know
he saw, he did a double take when he checked me out.  My pubes were even a
subject of discussion during one of sidewalk discussions.

It was also such a great time with my brothers.  There were plenty of
opportunities for them to check out my pubes.  Almost every night I was
visited by at least one of my brothers, occasionally both.  My oldest
brother, Jeremy, would come into my room first and many times drift into
Chad's afterwards.  It was when Jeremy would stay out or come home too late
than Chad stayed horny and would sneak into my room.

I would lay on my back in bed, sheet pulled only to my ankles, my white
undies reflecting the moonlight, my hand lazily playing with my balls and
boner.  I would wait to hear Jeremy come home.  He would tell my parents
goodnight or at least defend where he had been.  I could feel it in my
stomach, my dick would get harder, and I just couldn't wait until he
stripped to his undies and slide into my room.  He would come over to my
bed, I always left room for him to sit beside me, and he would lay a hand on
my chest.

Jeremy always seemed to want to know what went on during my day, or what I
thought about something.  We would talk about some baseball game, or what
happened at the pool in the park, or just some deep dark thoughts.  His hand
would rub my chest and belly, bigger circles until his hand would reach my
undies.  His hand would slide over cotton cloth holding my boner, cupping my
balls, and slipping a finger under the leg openings or waistband.  I would
jump slightly each time his hand made contact with my dick or balls.  His
hand would reach in and take a full handful of my dick and balls.  My heart
increased its beat, my breathing was sharp and my body would shiver just a
little.

Jeremy would start out slow, stroking me the full length, occasionally
running his fingers under my balls, lifting them up and slide through his
fingers.  Before too long he would be stroking me full bore.  My hips would
rise up and down.  If I could keep my eyes open, I would look into his face
and he would smile back at me.  My own scent would start to fill the room,
that hot, musky, hormonal scent of boys in summer.  I could smell Jeremy,
his was a deeper harder smell, still pleasant but strong and rich.  The
aroma of beer or something smoked would mix in but couldn't compete with the
hot sexy boy smell.

Sometimes he would stop, putting his hand at the base of my dick and have it
stand straight up, moving with each beat of my heart.   He would lean down
and lick the tip of my dick.  That would send me off the bed, I could almost
fly with that first touch of his tongue on my dick.  Sometimes he would only
lick the head, other times he would work his lips all the way down.  A few
times he got all the way on the bed, between my legs and sucked my dick all
the way down and then got all my sack and balls in his mouth.  He could have
asked me to do anything right then and I would not have even paused to do
it.

He would stroke me or suck me right to cumming.  With the pubes came cum.
Even when Jeremy would just stroke me and no sucking, he would suck in all
the cum I shot.  Licking it off my belly, or on the underside of my dick,
and making sure the cum had cleared out of my boner.  I'd lay there
recovering, heart beat slowing, drifting off to sleep.  Jeremy would finish
with pulling up my undies and making sure they were straight and on just
right, making sure my dick and balls were positioned just right.  There was
something special about that feeling of him redressing me.  He would pull
the sheet up, I'd roll over and fall asleep fast.

That was a routine that happened almost every night that summer.  Chad would
come in and do much the same but it was never so gentle or fulfilling.  Chad
would also take my hand a place it in his undies, and I would stroke him as
he worked on me.  I never did last too long before shooting but Chad would
shoot in no time.  He would stay hard as my hand would keep stroking him
with all his cum lubing him up.  He always got faster stroking me after he
shot and it wasn't long before I was shooting in the air.  The cum would fly
and land all over me.  I would take the hand that was covered in Chad's cum
and rub my own with it.  Chad never did pull my undies back up, or cover me
up, most of the time he would leave with a loving squeeze of my arm or leg.
He would walk back to his room with his boner still in his hand.

It was a morning after Chad visited me in the night.  I slept late in the
summer, especially on weekdays when our parents would be off to work and not
around to force my lazy butt out of bed.  Jeremy was gliding his fingers
along my chest, trying to wake me up.  I noticed it but incorporated it into
my dreams and just stayed asleep.  Chad took a more direct approach,
twisting my toes until I couldn't stay asleep.  They had awaken me like that
a few times, when we needed to go somewhere or do something.  I didn't think
we had anything planned but I started getting out of bed quick so we
wouldn't be late.  When I pulled the sheet off, my boner was at full morning
wood, sticking out naked with my undies still pulled under my balls.

There was always something about morning boners that both my brothers would
take note of.  They could stay hard all evening, playing with each other,
showing off boners, even taking pictures, but they thought morning boners
were hilarious.  And I woke up every morning so hard that it was difficult
to get to the bathroom down the hall.

Jeremy told me it was time for a pube count.  They wanted to check out how
many pubes I had.  Jeremy pulled me to him as he sat on my chair and slid my
undies all the way to the floor.  My boner was pointing straight out and it
sprang up and down, it could not have been any harder.  Jeremy ran a finger
along my pubes, telling me they looked really good.  Chad slid beside
Jeremy, kneeling on the floor, his face inches from my boner.  They
continued the inspection.  They took note of the few pubes that had taken
root at the side of my dick, I didn't even notice those.  Chad fingers
search my scrotum for any hairs.  He found none even though my balls had
grown much larger and would actually swing as I walked naked.  Jeremy made
sure of that and cupped my balls searching for a pube.  They laughed as I
started to purr as I loved that feeling.

They accused each other of having butt hairs and thought they better check
on me.  They spun me around and had me bend over.  I felt the cool rush of
air hit my little hole and it made me shiver, and have to pee even worse.
They were inspecting my hole but couldn't find a single hair.  Jeremy had
Chad look closely then pushed his face into my butt.  I felt his nose hit my
hole and felt his lips press against me under my balls.

They were satisfied that they had found all my pubes but then went into a
semi-rehearsed explanation of how I could get my pubes to really grow.  They
told me that all boys when they get to this point in pube growth shaved them
off so that they would grow in thicker.  I told them that I never remember
them doing that, but they insisted that they did, even making up a time that
I was gone with Mike when they did it.  I protested.  I was very proud of my
pubes, it took me all my life to grow them this far.  I knew it would take
me another life for them to grow in again.  I really wanted them to leave
the hairs alone.

I also thought the world of my brothers, I would normally do anything they
asked.  I wanted to be around them all the time.  I was torn between the
desire to keep the most visible sign of my developing manhood and the desire
to please my brothers.  I didn't move when Chad pulled out shaving cream and
a razor.  The menthol cream tingled and burned, and Chad's huge handful of
shaving cream was spread all around my balls and dick.  It was all I could
do to stand still.  I felt like crying, my voice was shaky and my eyes
welled up in tears.

My voice cracked 3 or 4 times as Chad came at me with the razor and I
started begging for Jeremy to do it.  I could just imagine Chad slipping
with the razor and handing me my dick with an "oops".  Chad argued a little
and Jeremy told him that he couldn't even shave his own face without cutting
something.  It was a relief when Jeremy got hold of the razor but I was
still not pleased.  I tried to be brave, I tried to hold off the tears, I
tried to quit shaking.

As Jeremy started, I felt the razor catch the hairs and with a little pull,
shave them off smooth.  I couldn't look, I just kept repeating "please,
please, please" over and over.  It only took a few strokes and they were
gone, but Jeremy took his time in the little folds and creases, my dick in
his hand as he moved it from one side to the other to stretch the skin and
expose any hairs.  The fact that I hadn't pissed that morning made it even
worse, I could barely hold it and almost let it fly on Jeremy.  I was
pinching the head of my dick as he was finishing wiping the shaving cream
off the rest of my balls.  I ran to the bathroom, as I pissed, I felt the
smooth skin above my dick.  I sobbed just a little as I felt the
hairlessness.

I was composed when I returned.  I still didn't like it but I came back to
show off.  Their hands were all over me.  I got as hard as ever, Jeremy
started to stroke me and then he asked which one of them I wanted to jack
me.  I told him both and Jeremy started jacking me for real.  Chad had to
pull his dick out and stroke as well.  Then his free hand went to tug on
Jeremy's balls.  I was watching that while both of them were staring at me.
It didn't take long, shorter than normal and I was pinching my buttcheeks
together and getting ready to cum.  My first shot went out and landed on the
floor, Jeremy quickly grabbed the towel he had used to wipe the shaving
cream off me and he caught the rest of my cum in that.

I was still hard but my dick was pointing to the ground when Chad asked me
when I wanted him to jack me.  I told him to shake my dick and get it harder
and do it right there.  Chad was rougher, faster but he had a great rhythm.
He got behind me and reached around me.  I could feel his boner pressing
against my back, his nipples were hard and I felt them press into me.  I
moved up and down and around to rub it as he stroked me.

Jeremy stood up and stroked his dick inside his undies.  He was close to me
and I reached out and pulled down on his undies, he helped me pull them
down.  His dick and that thick bush of pubes were only inches from my face.
I looked more at his pubes than his dick being stroked.  I was wondering if
it was true about shaving, I was hoping to get as many pubes as he had, I
wanted to reach out and feel those pubes, but Chad had worked on me good and
I was about ready to shoot again.  I clenched my fists, closed my eyes and
groaned trying to keep from shooting.  I did all I could but I shot out hot
again.  No where near the volume or distance, but it sure emptied all the
cum in my body.

Chad milked all the cum out as I shivered every time his fingers squeezed my
dick head.   When he let go of me, I sat on the bed for only a few seconds
before I left for the bathroom again.  I left them with each other's dicks
in their hands.  I heard them moan and groan as I got into the shower.  I
inspected my bare self again and again.  I got thinking how my friend would
react when they saw that I was backing out of puberty.

It really wasn't long before the pubes grew back, not thicker but about the
same, with a little more coverage that kept spreading through out the year.
I had enough pubes when school started that I was not one of the boys made
fun of.  Well, actually I was, but not for lack of pubes :)


What do you guys think?  Any good?  Good enough to write some more?  Things
still keep popping up in my head about things that happened that I want to
write about, as well as some things that I wish I could forget.  Email me
and let me know what you think, please.   Sbc_tek@hotmail.com