Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:21:02 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Jeremy: More Things Go Wrong

I've got my oldest brother, Jeremy, reading my stories now.  I haven't let
him read them before I send them, although maybe I should.  He loves to
point out all the grammatical errors.  He has continued some of the stories
with a few more details.  He has also corrected a few of the facts, at least
the way he remembers them.  Its also fun to gig him a little about what
happened back then and get him thinking about what his two boys are up to
right now - - not that those innocent kids would be doing anything.

He read my last submission, he laughed at the appropriate places.  It was
the first time he heard about some.  Then he told me about one that I didn't
know about, yet was right in the middle of it.  It's a short little story
but he wanted me to send it in.

We were on a family trip to our grandparents' place.  It was a nice ranch
house, out in the middle of no where, and several hours by car.  I heard
more about what Chad and Jeremy did as they were growing up.  They made more
trips there before I was around.  They found all kinds places that gave them
cover for their activities, and found a lot of things to get in trouble
with.  My first memory of the place is sleeping 3 to bed in the huge antique
bed.  I would sink in the middle of it and by morning, both my brothers
would be sleeping on top of me.

I remember playing around in that bed too but it had to quiet and calm.  We
rarely closed the door, in summer we needed the cool from the window air
conditioning in the living room.  In winter, the heat just never seemed to
find that room no matter how warm we got the rest of the house.  That was
the huge advantage of being slept on in the middle of that big ol' bed.

It was a trip out there that Jeremy told me about and wants me to write
about.  I was still pretty young, since Jeremy was going with us, maybe 12
but possibly 13 based on the result of the trip.  I didn't get pubes until a
little later than most of the boys around me, although I had been jacking
for years.  A skill that was taught to me early by my brothers.  It didn't
take much at all to get me hard either,  the car ride would have been
enough.  Jeremy encouraged such hardness that morning.  Jeremy, Chad, and I
were in the back seat of the big Chevy, me in the middle.  We headed out
pretty early in the morning, Chad dragging his butt to the car while trying
not to wake up and flopped in against the door.  Jeremy was in a good mood,
a playful mood.

We had just gotten on the highway after winding our way through the city
streets and Jeremy started the play.  He had his hand on his crotch, using
his thumb to rub along his dick.  The bulge in his sweats clearly outlined
his boner, not a large thing, no boy in our family ever had a lot to swing,
but that didn't keep us from playing with it - a lot.  Jeremy nudged me,
getting me to look over.  He had a devilish smile on his face as he lifted
the front of his sweats and showed me his hard dick.  I liked to look at his
bush of pubes as much as his dick.  He had an obvious boner and he was
enjoying it and enjoying showing it off, the enjoyment increased by the
danger involved with our parents just inches away.  It was exciting to think
that we were getting away with it.

I looked down his pants, then looked at his face and smiled.  He lowered the
opening and nudged me again, pointing his chin toward the lump that Chad had
curled up into.  I had to nudge Chad several times before he paid any
attention to me.  When he did, he gave me a dirty look, his face all screwed
up, his hair a mess, he looked at me with one open eye to find out what was
so important as to wake his butt up.  Jeremy and I motioned enough to get
Chad to look at Jeremy's lap.  Chad did lean over for a better look, then
flipped us off, letting his middle finger go limp and dangle.  He rolled
back up clutching his pillow and ignored us.

I was hard by this time, although I hadn't moved my hand to play with
myself.  Jeremy was smiling and nodding his head toward my lap.  He clenched
his fist as if asking if I was hard.  I nodded and even tapped my boner to
demonstrate.  Jeremy was moving his hand slowly from my hip toward my boner.
  Just as he had made first contact, he removed his hand quickly.  He
reached behind me and grabbed my pillow from the shelf behind the seat.  He
pulled it down and dropped it in my lap.  My mother looked back at us in
reaction to the quick motion and told us to go ahead and sleep since it was
a long drive.

I felt Jeremy's hand snake up under the pillow.  His hand was searching my
lap, first making contact with one of my balls.  He rubbed along it and
squeezed it a little, determining that it wasn't his target.  He found my
boner and gave it several squeezes all along its length.  One finger started
to stroke along the outside of my jeans, that probably would have kept me
content the entire duration of the trip.  Then he found the top of my jeans
and pulled to pop the snap.  We both froze when the noise got out mother and
father to look back.  Jeremy just held up the side of my jeans' fly, his
little finger started to search along the top of my undies.  As his finger
got underneath the waistband, he pulled the jeans open a little more.  Then
he placed a flat hand on top of my undies, covering my dick and balls by his
hand.  That rubbing was very good.

Then Jeremy's hand slid down the front of my undies.  While he had touched
me there many times, it was still exciting. I twitched with every new touch
and got a little harder.  Jeremy played with my dick for quite awhile.
Pulling it, bending it, stretching it.  His fingers traced the ridge of my
dick head.  His finger tip playing with my pisshole.  He touched every
little bit of my boner.  I loved it when he would take the time to do that,
I swear that I would have stayed there all day and all night, as long as he
kept playing with me.  Jeremy went a little lower and flicked at my balls.
I lifted my hips a little to give him better access and almost like we
practiced, he pulled my balls free from between my legs.

Jeremy was gentle when playing with my balls.  Although he would tug on my
sack, making it long and flat.  He moved his hand all around inside my
undies.  Its probably a good thing he didn't have hold of my balls when we
got to the next little town.  There, the only 3 vehicles on the road that
morning converged at the entrance ramp to the highway and we were in the
only one that was not an 18-wheeler.  My dad hit the brakes hard, told us to
hang on, and Jeremy listened.  He put a death grip on my boner and it pulled
me forward on the seat.  There was no wreck, but we did get an early version
of road rage, at least it was a study in curse words.  I think I learned a
few new words, but definitely heard new combinations. (I remember you nearly
pulling my dick off, but I thought it was a different trip.)

The sudden deceleration woke up Chad enough that he rolled over, and as he
got comfortable, he slid his own hand into his own pants.  His head was
halfway on the pillow and halfway on shoulder.  I could feel his hand
pressing up against my leg as he got a handful of his fun stuff.

Jeremy started smarting off, saying, "Whoa big fella, whoa.  Easy there
partner."  While he was making fun of the wild ride, he was patting my dick
like it was a horse gone wild.  He stroked and patted the side of my dick.
I didn't know whether to be scared from nearly being in a wreck, shocked
about the language coming from my father's mouth, or studious about the new
phrases, or very pleased with the attention to my dick.

For the next several hours, Jeremy played with me almost nonstop.  He pulled
his hand out of my undies only a few times, once to sneeze, at least once to
smell his hand,  a few times to rearrange his own balls and dick, and to
pull out the apples and sandwiches we brought along.  Each time his hand
moved off my dick and balls, they would tingle.  I could feel the cooler air
flow over my uncovered balls.  And I never even got close to getting soft.

We were getting close to our grandparents' ranch and Jeremy started to
stroke my dick.  I didn't have enough for him to wrap his fist and stroke,
just his fingers and thumb.  He was stroking as fast as he could to not get
noticed from the front seat, a little faster than that a few times.  Then I
started to feel Chad's hand jacking his dick beside me.  His fist hitting me
in the hip with each stroke.  I had a firm grip on the pillow on my lap.  I
opened my eyes a few times and checked on the attention that our parents
paid us.  My mother kept staring out the window and my father kept his eyes
on the road although our eyes met a few times as he checked the rearview
mirror.

Jeremy brought me right up to cumming.  He could tell when I was about to
shoot and he worked me so perfectly.  My legs straightened out and I shot
many times, all along doing my best not to let on what was going on under
that pillow.  I emptied everything that had been building all along the road
trip.  Jeremy continued to stroke and play with me, I had to grab his arm
and squeezed it hard to get him to stop.  My dick got so sensitive that any
touch would make me jump and react.  It was only when I dug my fingernails
into his arm that Jeremy eased up and left his hand still, just playing with
my cum.

We got to the ranch, I deftly zipped and snapped my jeans in a quick motion
as I slid out of the car.  Got all the hugs and "lordy, you are getting so
big!" And it was after we got into the house that keeping with my last set
of stories, things went wrong.  That's why Jeremy wanted me to write about
it.

As soon as my dad could pull Jeremy away alone, he gave Jeremy a little
lecture.  Dad told him to leave me alone, he said I played with myself so
much that I didn't need any help from my big brother.  My dad said he knew I
jacked more than anybody he knew, including Jeremy and Chad.  I doubt if I
could have denied that.  Apparently, we were much more obvious in our play
in the backseat.   Dad knew what was going on. Jeremy told me that the cum
stain, the wet spot, on my jeans was very visible.  We were busted way back
then, and I just found out about it.


I hope people like this one too.  I took a lot of license in writing this
one.  I think I was much more eloquent than Jeremy's version.  I also made
myself cooler than Jeremy remembers, he claims that dogs learned how to
react while getting their bellies scratched from the way I was in the car
that day.
If you did like it, I sure would like to hear about it  sbc_tek@hotmail.com
  and if you got stories that just didn't go right yourself, let me know, it
makes me feel better :)  thanks,  sbc_tek@hotmail.com