Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2021 06:18:04 +0000
From: Jay K <Frozenxs@hotmail.com>
Subject: Private shower

 Hello and welcome to Private Shower

 This is a fictional story involving sexual contact between underaged
boys. If this offends you in any way or if it is illegal for you to
interact with such material, please kindly see your way out.

 The story is based on an old sexual fantasy I used to have. The characters
have no relation to anyone in my life, it was a purely fabricated fantasy
of mine when I was younger.

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So when I was growing up, I had pretty much what I considered to be the
dream situation for a budding teenager. I slept in the basement, which
was a whole two floors from my parents bedroom, so it was easy to have
privacy from them. And I had my own bathroom, which had a drawer that
pulled out to block the door from opening, so even though it didn't have
a lock, I didn't have any trouble ensuring my privacy. Let's just say,
I never really worried about my parents walking in on me spanking my
monkey.


I had a lot of different encounters that benefited from all this extra
privacy growing up, and this story is about just a situation like that,
between me when I was 16, and my 12 year old, newly gained step brother.


And I know, that age gap and our relation, it's all not right. We don't
talk about it, what happened between us that day, but I don't think he
holds any resentment in me.


That Saturday morning, we were suppose to be attending his hockey
tournament all day, but Conner's dumb self managed to close-line himself
off the goal in the first match, knocking himself unconscious and giving
himself a pretty serious concussion. So instead of a few hours on my DS
at his tournament, I spent a few hours at the hospital on my DS, then we
picked up Burger King for dinner and went home to eat around the dining
room table. My new stepmom was a bit of a worrier, and kept babying
Conner the whole time, even though he seemed mostly fine to me. My dad
didn't say much to this effect, let her be herself. I think he was
worried about overstepping his position to soon, since Conner was
injured.


But anyway, about halfway through dinner, she drops something about
giving Conner a bath to make sure he doesn't pass out or hurt himself
due to his concussion. I'm not even sure how he'd manage that, but she
was adamant. Or more so adamant that he not bathe by himself, cause he
argued with her that he would not let her bathe him. After a brief back
and forth my dad finally stepped in with a "Damnit, Jen, he's a 12 year
old boy. Of course he doesn't want his mother to see him naked." He
quickly softened his tone, and continued, "he'll be fine."


But she did not feel comfortable with it, and turned to me and asked if
I'd be in the bathroom while he showered. I was hesitant at first, at
this point I considered myself straight, and felt weird about it, but she
convinced me, saying she'd be more comfortable if I was in the room with
him, so I agreed, and after dinner he and I went downstairs to where both
of our rooms were, and my newly shared bathroom.


"Sorry about this. My mom babys me a lot." He says as we head in.


"It's fine." I mutter in response, feeling weird about the situation.
"Just shower quickly, huh?"


"Yeah, sure." He began to take his clothes off and i regret to say I
turned away. See, like I mentioned before, I was pretty certain I was
straight at the time, but I was certain this kid was gay. I knew this
because I'd caught him checking me out once before, while we were in the
locker room at a public pool, and I checked the browser history on the
family computer once after he'd been on it.


"You could shower with me. You know, to save on hot water." Of course
he'd suggest that. I looked over at him, and he was already fully nude,
his small, pubescent dick hanging down over his testicles, which hung
lower than I think mine did at his age. I'm not sure what came over me,
or why I made this decision, but I shrugged, got up, and began to
undress.


You know, in hindsight, Conner was a pretty attractive boy. He was
athletically built, with shaggy brown hair and tanned figure, with a pale
untanned section that went from his waist to just above his knees.
That's probably what led me down this road, but I didn't fully
cognitively consider this at the time.


Conner beamed as I undressed, and turned away and slipped into the
shower. Once I was undressed, i pulled back the curtain on the other side
and stepped in. It was a walk in shower, not one of this tub combos.
Anyway, as I stepped in, I noticed Conner was not standing beside me, but
instead had sat down cross legged on the shower floor.


"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, turning my hips away from him, as
my dick was now eye level with him.


"I prefer to sit while I shower. Plus, this way we don't bump into each
other a whole lot." I shrugged, but my mind was racing. He was looking
up at me, but I knew he was eye level with my junk, which felt weird. And
if I just slightly lowered myself, I would be level with his mouth...


I sat down on the opposite end of the shower, and pulled my legs up to my
chest and closed them tight. I could feel my tool getting hard, and
didn't want him to see that.


"I started sitting in the shower awhile ago, so I could play with my
toys while I showered. And I just prefer it now. I guess." I said while
reaching up and grabbing the loofa and some soap. He began washing
himself while I watched, and I swear he made a performance out of it. Or
that's how my brain took it. I don't know.


He started running the loofa down both of his arms, lathering the soap up
really good, then scrubbing it all around his torso before kicking out
his right leg, extending it so that it went right up against my hip.
"Sorry, kinda cramped." He scrubbed the loofa down his leg, leaning
over real close to me. I think he tried to sneak a look between my legs,
but I had them pressed together pretty well. He then did the same with
his left leg, pretty much enclosing me between him. He was more
deliberate this time, from my perspective. He went down slowly, wobbled a
bit and caught himself against my raised legs. He sat back up and began
to wash his privates with the loofa. At this point I feel like I Shoulda
looked away, but I was entranced. And I know he knew I was watching,
cause as he created a heavy lather around his groin, his boy dick began
to rise. He knew I was watching and enjoyed the idea of me checking him
out.


"How old we're you when you started getting hairs?" He asked, still
lingering on his dick, moving the loofa away and gently messaging with
his hand, still under the guise of cleaning.


"Jaimee?" I hadn't even noticed I didn't answer at first.


"Huh?"


"I said," he was now being a bit less discreet about playing with
himself, "how old were you when you got pubes?"


"I don't know. Your age, I guess." Having been torn from the show he
was putting on, I was now more on the defensive about the situation. I
didn't want him to think I was a perv, or so I was thinking at the time.
What he asked next, though, caught me off guard.


"Can I see?" I was suddenly very cognizant of my own, very hard, 5 and
a half inch member that strained against my thighs.


"What?"


"Can I see your pubes? My friends were talking about how they've
already grown some but I've only gotten a hair or two." I would later
learn that he'd been growing pubes, but shaved them.


"I don't know bud. That's kind of..." I trailed off not sure how to
answer. I wanted to say yes, but I was trying to be rational. Can't
think with my horny brain.


"Come just show me!" He leaned forward and pulled my knees apart and I
just let him. There it was, my hairy, 5 and a half inch monster. I was
always a bit self conscious about the length, wishing it'd be longer,
but what I was missing in length I made up for in girth. I had quite a
thick tool.


"Whoa, you're hard." He said, sitting back. "Sorry." He brought his
legs back in, once against sitting cross legged.


"Don't worry about it." That's when I started making my moves. He
drew back a little, but now I wanted more. "I mean, so are you." I
said, sticking a toe out and grazing his tool. He quickly dropped his
hands into his lap, but not before visibly shuddering from the touch.


"Yeah... it just happens sometimes."


"It's nothing hard to take care of. We could do it right .now, if you
want." I said, gripping my dick in my hand and giving it a shake. He
watched with wide eyes, and I knew he was interested. I'd seen the kind
of porn he liked. I casually begin to jerk off as he watched, but he
didn't immediately join in. Or at all. It was a solid couple minutes of
me wanking in front of him before I decided to move forward since he
wasn't. "Come on. It feels good. I'll show you."


I reached over and got no resistance as I brushed his hands away and
gently grasped his 4 inches. I began running my fingers up and down the
length and he gasped, looking away from me. "I don't know about this.
Isn't it wrong?"


I get up on my knees and bend over him a bit, placing my head against the
shower wall next to his. He wasn't fighting me, so I figured he was
okay. "No... it's just... guys fooling around. Tons of guys do stuff like
this, they just don't talk about it with anyone." I pick up the pace
and increase the pressure of my handjob and he visibly reacts, kicking
his legs back out, almost knocking me off balance, to give me better
access. "Do mine." I mutter, feeling the strain of my dick as if begged
for release.


He doesn't respond, so I gently grab his hand and lead him up to my dick
and place it in his palm. I don't remove my hand, and start moving my
hips back and forth. He slowly closes his hand around it and starts to
get into it, sorta copying what I was doing with him.


It feels alright, but I want more. "Here." I move back, removing my
hand from his and letting it fall from my dick, and I lean down into his
lap. He still isn't directly looking at me, so I think I surprise him
when I lick up the length of his dick, after only a moments hesitation.
And more so when I take the full length into my mouth. I didn't know
what I was doing, but I also knew it'd be easier to convince him to do
me if I did him first. He gasped loudly, and I think he looks down at me.


He doesn't say anything. He knows what I'm doing, I know that much from
the videos I pulled up from his internet history.


After a couple of minutes of me holding his dick in my mouth, doing my
best to "suck" his dick as I assumed it was like, I pulled my mouth off
him and stand up. "My turn." I say, positioning myself just right so
that I was only a mere inch from his mouth.


"I don't know..."


"Come on man. I did you." I said, pressing the tip up against his check
and near his lips. "It's fine. Guys do it all the time."


"Okay..." and what followed was my first blowjob experience. His warm,
wet mouth slowly slid the tip of my dick in and he held it there for a
moment, before what I think was curiosity took over for him, as I know
he's always wanted to do this. He began to experiment and actually try
to suck me, going deeper and pulling out, running his tongue over the
length of it, and doing everything he could to really do his best. It was
great.


But I wanted to try something more. I'd been with a girl once before,
and I'd seen a couple videos. I knew what I wanted to try, but I wasn't
sure if I couldn't convince him to do it. But I was going to try.


I pulled out of his mouth to what was clearly his disappointment, and
knelt back down. I picked him up and had him stand. I'd seen something
in a girls magazine once about something like this.


I took him back into my mouth, and actually tried to blow him, trying to
do some of the things he'd been doing to me to him. But as I did, I
began massaging his butt cheeks, slowly working my hand to his hole. He
was getting so into the blowjob, he didn't seem to notice right away as
I started messaging his anal opening with my finger. And if he did, he
certainly didn't show it, even as I began to apply pressure and worm my
finger in. I reached down and got my hand soapy, and then went back. If
anything, he seems to press his hips harder into my face as I began to
make progress, and suddenly I slipped in, my pointer finger disappearing
to the first knuckle in his ass.


"Oh!" He yelped but didn't say anything. "Oh god!" He was struggling
to focus on either thing as I bobbed my head, and pumped my finger in and
out until I could get my whole finger into him. At that time, I had no
clue what a prostrate was so I wasn't really aiming for anything.


Once I had comfortably got him ready for the one, I knew I needed to work
in a second, and probably even a third. He was small, and I was thick.
And as I slowly worked in a second finger, I think he realized what I
wanted to do.


"No! That's too much. I'm done." He tried to remove himself from my
mouth but wound up grounding my fingers deeper in him, eliciting a moan.


"Come on, it's fine. I know you want to try this. I've seen the videos
you watch." I said, pulling him back into position. "You'll be fine,
and you can see how it feels."


"What? How did you?"


"I know how to work a computer. Don't worry, I didn't tell you mom."
Felt weird mentioning his mom as I added a third finger into his hole. He
grunted.


"I'm not ready..." he pleaded, once again squirming.


"It's fine. You'll get to decide if it what you really want. Come on,
live a little." I quickly withdraw my fingers from him and stand up.
"And I'll be gentle. Just tell me if you want to stop." I gently, but
assertively, turned him around. He didn't put up much resistance, but
seemed worried. I lathered up my dick with the body wash, and moved into
position.


He didn't say anything else, but I took that as he was ready. I placed
the tip against his hole and he went rigid, and I began to push. There
was a ton of resistance. "Relax. It's okay." I try to encourage him,
but I know I wasn't nice. He grunted in pain as I pushed into him, and
when it suddenly popped in all the way, he screamed.


Oh fuck he screamed. I didn't mean for it to drive in so deep but once
he finally gave way and I went in, the pressure is created just kind of
did the work. I quickly put my hand over his mouth and held us in place,
but the damage was done, I could hear someone coming down the stairs. A
moment later there was a frantic knock on the door and it was pushed
open, stopping as the drawer prevented it from fully opening. "Is
everything okay in there? I heard a scream!" She asked frantically.


"We're fine!" I called back, looking around for an excuse while I was
buried balls deep in her son. "The soap bottle dropped and hit his
foot."


"Conner are you okay?"she asked, still concerned. I looked at him and
our eyes met, and he was shooting daggers at me. I knew I had to let him
talk. Oh fuck, I thought I was going to get in so much trouble. But as I
withdrew my hand, with a pleading look on my face, he surprised me.


"I'm fine." His voice caught, but that's easily excusable considering
if a bottle had fallen on his foot, I think. "Just... hurt more than I
thought it would."


"Okay sweetie. Hurry up in there. James, where are you?" I know this is
incredibly stupid, but as she asked this question, I slowly drew back my
dick, and pushed it back in. He gave me a wild, confused look, but I
slowly began to fuck him.


"We're both in the shower mom! I asked him to shower with me in case I
got dizzy and fell."


"Oh. Okay. Well hurry up." You could tell by her voice was so sure
about that, but didn't want to say anything.


She walked away, and I picked up the pace, just a little, though I wanted
to go full force as the feeling was incredible. His ass was so tight and
warm, it gripped my dick in such wonderful ways.


"You ass. I said I wasn't ready. I didn't want to lose my virginity
like this." He moaned and gripped hard against the wall of the shower
before continuing, "fuck... why would I want to with my brother? Instead
of a boyfriend?"


He began to grind his ass into my dick, which surprised me for someone
having their first time getting fucked, but he did watch a lot of open.
"Don't think of me as your brother then. Our parents just got married
like a week or so ago."


"Don't talk about my mom while you're fucking me." He moaned. I
started to pick up the pace at this point, and in no time I was going
full force at his backside. I reached around him and grabbed his dick,
which was only half hard by the feel of it, and began to masturbate him.


I didn't last much longer though, only about half a minute before I
could feel the build up coming and I slammed my pelvis as hard as I could
against him, my testicles slapping against his ass. I pushed in as much
as I could as I felt my dick spasm out shot after shot into Conners ass.


I didn't want to pull out after I was done, so I just sat there, with
him pressed against the shower wall, in ecstasy.


"Are you done?"


"Uh... yeah." I slowly pull out, letting go of one of the best feelings
I've ever had, and watching as I slip out, a small trail of my cum
following behind. His hole twitches a few times, and then he turns to
face me.


"You suck." He mumbles, then sits down on the shower floor.


I sit down too, and notice for the first time a small streak of brown on
my softening, soapy dick. I wipe it off with my finger and rub it against
the shower drain. "Sorry."


"For what? Essentially raping me or cumming inside so I have to now shit
out your sperm and the body wash you used as lube?" He poked a finger at
his hole and winced. "Or not getting me off?"


"Uhm... all of it." As I came down from the euphoria of it all, I
realized the severity of what I did, but also remembered that he had a
chance to end it, and lied on my part.


"No you're not. You're just worried you'll get in trouble." He stood
up, and stepped towards me. "But I'll be getting my payback. You suck
for what you did, and if I wanted to, I could have gotten you in big
trouble. Prison type of trouble." He was grinning an mischievous grin as
he took another step closer and slapped my face with his dick. "Now,
you're my slave, unless you want me to tell my mom what you did."


And that's how I became my step brothers personal sex slave. Not that I
always minded, though. After that night I still considered myself
straight, and I still exclusively date girls. But the next few years he
had me blowing him at least three times a week, and used my dick as his
own personal tool. He preferred practicing his blowjobs on me, but
occasionally let me fuck him. He never tried to fuck me, explained once
that he wanted to save that part of his virginity for a boyfriend.