Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 11:26:19 -0500
From: Dominic King <stories.by.dominic@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother - Part 3

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CHAPTER 3

We both laughed at Matt's use of language, as he stood up from the couch
and looked down at me, the bulge in my now skin-tight underwear clearly
visible. He was looking at me in a rather cheeky way as he slowly began
pulling off his shirt. It took far longer than necessary, and I couldn't
help but think that he was toying with me, and it was working. My heart was
pounding faster than ever now that I was being given this exclusive,
invitation-only show. I had seen his naked torso before, but that didn't
stop me from ogling at his beautiful masculine frame. He had broad, square
shoulders, and a slim waist, and no extra fat anywhere to be seen. He was
obviously going to be a very big and strong man one day, but for the time
being, he was still very boy-like. His underarms appeared to be totally
hairless, as well as the rest of his chest. and lower stomach. His face was
still as smooth as silk and his muscles lacked definition, but something he
was not lacking was the alluring sexual pull that I had felt for much older
males in the past. I could hardly believe that I was experiencing these
intense feelings of lust for a mere boy. One who had only begun puberty no
less, who was still childishly oblivious to the sexual hold he could no
doubt exert over many, of both sexes and all ages. The sexual potency of
his small, blemish-less body was something he had never even considered...
until now.

He stood, now shirtless, with only his shorts covering his upper thighs and
other treasures of untold beauty, and his socks covering his small feet. I
was hard pressed not to pull him down onto the couch right then and there
and rip the remaining cloths off his ridiculously cute body and rape him
until he had my cum in every one of his orifices. But instead, I simply
smiled at him, at which he sat down beside me once more, pressing his arms
and legs up against mine. As he sat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of
disappointment. I had been hoping he would have exposed more of himself to
me, but he was shy. I understood. I knew that he would open up fully in due
time. I wasn't going to force him to remove any more clothing than he felt
comfortable with. I reached my arm around him, and he leaned in to me, our
naked torsos touching, my chest against his shoulder. It was very hot, or
should I say, very warm, but warm in a good way. The closeness of our
bodies was dope for my senses. My mind was clouded with twinges of lust. I
could smell his boy smell. Pheromones mingled with a very slight musky
sweaty smell, but a sweet smelling one. I took a deep breath, letting his
scent fill my nostrils. As I did this, I took the remote and turned on the
TV.

We sat watching TV for a while, until Matt turned his face toward me and
spoke up.
  "Jackson?"
  "Yeah, Matt?"
  "Do you remember when you said you knew that I had a lot of questions,
and that you wanted to answer them?" My heart leapt in my chest at that.
  "Yeah, I remember," I said, still looking at the TV.
  "Well..." said Matt, looking back toward the show on TV. "I have a
question."
  "What is it, dude?" I asked.
  "Umm, so do you, like... mastur—, uhh, jack off sometimes?"
  "Yeah." I said, "Of course! Everyone does."
  "Did you do it last night?" There was a momentary silence while I
processed what Matt was asking.
  "Yeah," I said simply.
  "Oh. Me too." said Matt. Then, after another pause: "What did you think
about when you jacked off?" Wow, this kid was getting personal. As it so
happened, I was thinking of Matt while masturbating the night before, and
had thought of him every day while jacking since the meeting at the Big
Brothers Big Sisters office. But should I tell Matt that? I decided that I
would keep that information private for the time being.
  "I... I thought about Ashley, the girl I'm dating," I lied.
  "Oh." said Matt, sounding a little disappointed.
  "What were you thinking of when you jerked last night?"  I asked
nonchalantly. There was a long pause this time, and I thought that Matt
wasn't going to answer. Then he whispered something very quiet.
  "I was thinking about... about you, Jackson." I knew my face showed a look
of shock, but I couldn't help it. My jaw was hanging open, and my eyes
widened as I thought about what Matt had said. I saw, even out of the
corner of my eye that Matt was turning bright red.
  "I'm sorry, Jackson! I know that wasn't right of me to do. I just... I've
never had a close friend who was a boy. Er, I mean a man. Well, you know
what I mean!  I never had any brothers. No one to do anything with. I just
was hoping that..." His voice trailed off as he succumbed to shame, bowing
his head as he wiped away a tear.
  "Hoping that what? It's okay, you can tell me," I said, eager to hear
what Matt was going to say. I was hanging on to his every word.
  "Well, I was hoping that you and I could maybe be... like... well, like
brothers, or something." My heart melted.
  "You know Matt, that's a really good idea," I said, pulling him closer
and turning to look him straight in the eye. "I guess we are kind of like
brothers since we are part of the Big Brothers program. And I've never had
a brother either. I think it would be cool!"
  "You do?" asked Matt, sounding relived.
  "Yes, I do. And you know what? From now on, we'll be brothers, okay,
little bro?" Matt giggled and leaned in to me even tighter.
  "Okay, big bro!" We sat there on the couch, caressing each other while
watching TV, until we finally began to drift into a contented snooze. My
head slowly leaned back onto the cushion behind my head, and I drifted off
to sleep.

I awoke sometime much later, feeling that the temperature in the apartment
had cooled off again to normal, perhaps a bit chilly for most, but
comfortable for me. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1:18 AM. Matt
was now leaned over on the armrest, his legs curled up under him. He was
snoring very gently. I carefully got up and grabbed a blanket that was
draped over a nearby chair, and tucked it around Matt, who just then
mumbled slightly in his sleep. I turned off the TV, and heading for my
bedroom. On the way, I stopped at the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. I
then slipped into bed just as I was, having only been wearing underwear
most of the evening. As I was about to drift back to sleep, I heard a
gentle nock at the door, and since it was ajar, the door swung open
slightly, creaking on its hinges. I turned over in bed to see Matt,
standing in the doorway.
  "Hey little brother," I said, smiling in the dark at the cute boy.
  "Hey," he said in return. "I forgot to brush my teeth."
  "Oh, well, I have a toothbrush you can use tonight," I said.
  "Where is it?" Matt asked.
  "Here, I'll show you." I threw back the covers and hopped out of bed,
leading the way to the bathroom, and opening the medicine cabinet to
retrieve the new toothbrush. I ripped open the package, and handed the
brush to Matt, who took it and looked around for the toothpaste. I reached
up and grabbed it and handed it to him also. He proceeded to dab a generous
amount on the brush before running it under the water, and vigorously
bushing his teeth. No wonder the boy had such perfect, sparkling white
teeth, I thought, as he went to town on his incisors. After he was
finished, he spat out the excess, and rinsed his mouth out, before gargling
and spitting once more. He sat the brush down on the counter as he turned
to look at me.
  "I also have to pee," he said matter-of-factly.
  "Alright, I'll leave you to it," I said, as I made for the door.
  "No!" said Matt, a little forcefully. "I want you to stay. We're brothers
after all, remember?" He smiled at me and stood over the toilet, lifting
the seat. I couldn't believe what was happening. This beautiful boy was
going to relieve himself right in front of me. He ever so slowly reached
down and began unbuckling his belt. After that, he started to unbutton his
shorts, before very slowly lowering the zipper. My penis was rock-hard at
this point, and Matt noticed when he turned to smile at me again. His eyes
opened widely as he looked down at my bulge. He didn't say anything, but
just smiled before returning his attention to his own crotch. He pulled
open his pants, let them fall to his ankles. He was now almost fully naked,
wearing only the tightest of white briefs, standing in front of my toilet.
I was situated by the door, which was at the very far end of the room, on
the same wall as the toilet, so I was in a perfect position to see
everything. I could feel my penis crying tears of joy as this handsome 12
year old boy grabbed a hold of the elastic band of his underwear, and ever
so slowly pushed them down, leaving them stretched around his thighs. As
they were slowly lowered, I saw first a very light, small patch of pubic
hair, and then the shaft of his penis, which was thin, but long. He
continued lowering his underwear until I saw the head of his penis, which
bounced and bobbed slightly as it was finally released from its soft
confines. He was apparently half erect. His head was smooth and I saw he
was circumcised. Then I saw his lovely scrotum, small but plump, hanging
down slightly below his penis. He stood totally still, not touching
anything for what seemed like a whole minuet, letting me get a good view.
Then, he started pissing into the toilet, without using his hands. He
thrust his hips forward toward the toilet to get better aim as he spread
his legs far apart, lowering himself to make his handless piss job easier.
The stream of pee seemed to last forever as I watched wide eyed, the show
before me. After a bit more, his piss finally stopped, and he began
twisting his hips back and forth in a quick gyrating motion, causing his
penis to flop from side to side making the stray drops of pee fly off.
After that, he turned toward me, giving me a full frontal view of this
gorgeous boy, and he did a few quick forward thrusts with his hips, causing
his penis to flop up and slap his stomach. He giggled as he did this, his
penis getting hard now. Pretty soon, after a few more violent hip thrusts,
his little cock was fully swollen, standing straight up toward the ceiling.
He laughed, and just wriggled his hips, causing it to bounce and bob from
side to side. He then reached down and grabbed his cock and forced it to
point down toward the floor, and let go, making it slap into his stomach
with a loud SMACK sound. He did this a few more times, before finally
pulling his underwear back up, and smiling at me one more time.
  "Don't you have to pee?" He asked, sounding hopeful.
  "No, little bro," I said, feeling my heart sink. "I just pissed like four
minuets ago."
  "Oh," said Matt, the look of disappointment obvious on his perfect face.
  "Come on, bud," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you
tucked back in." I led him back to the living room, and laid him down on
the couch. I then saw that he was shivering (no wonder, since he was only
wearing briefs!).
  "Are you cold, bro?" I asked, putting my hand on his chest.
  "Yes, it's FREEZING in here." He said as he looked up into my eyes. "How
can you like it so cold?"
  "I can sleep much better if it's cold. I don't know why." He looked up at
me, with the cutest, most pleading look on his face.
  "Tell you what." I said, feeling another jolt of adrenaline. "You can
sleep in my bed tonight. I have a lot of covers on the bed, so you can get
nice and cozy."
  "Okay!" said Matt, the look of excitement shining on his face.

We walked to my room, both of us nearly naked, and half erect as what I had
suggested sunk in. I had invited an indescribably sexy, young, gay boy to
sleep almost totally naked in the same bed with me. Me, the very same
person whom he had already confessed to jacking off to. I climbed in to my
side, and lifted the covers, inviting Matt to slip under the sheets. He did
so, and we settled down, both of us on our own side of the bed. But after a
while, I felt the bed quiver slightly, and knew what it must be.
  "Hey bro," I said, turning my head slightly toward Matt.
  "What is it?" Matt asked.
  "Are you still shivering?"
  "I can't help it. It's still so cold in here." I guess I couldn't blame
the boy. He had no fat on him, and hardly any muscle. He must get cold a
lot. I sighed, and then rolled over toward him.
  "Come over here, bud." I said, patting the sheets next to me, inviting
him over to my side of the bed. He gratefully scooted over, and nestled
himself against my body, with me spooning him from behind. I reached around
to his front and  laid my hand on his chest, pulling him into me. He
reciprocated, pressing his little ass deeper into my crotch.
  "Hmmm," he moaned softly. "That feels good." I wasn't sure if he was
talking about the warmth from the bodily contact, or about my dick pressing
into his ass.
  "Yeah, I does," I said, gently stroking his chest and nipples.  Silence
was all that could be heard for a while before Matt whispered into the
dark.
  "That feels so good the way you touch me like that, big bro."
  "You like that, little bro?" I asked, laughing as I moved my head in to
nuzzle his neck, giving him a squeeze. He giggled and squealed, his legs
wriggling around in the bed. There was silence for a bit longer.
  "Jackson?" Matt said, his voice now only a whisper.
  "Yeah, what is it bud?" I asked.
  "I feel your... thing."
  "What's a `thing'?" I asked, a hint of humor in my voice. I knew very
well what Matt was talking about, because my penis was now fully stiff from
all the wiggling around Matt had done, and I'm sure he could feel it on his
ass.
  "You know," Matt said, sounding embarrassed. "Your... weiner."
  "It's called a penis, little bro, and all boys have `em," I said,
laughing again, and grabbing a hold of his crotch for emphasis. I was
surprised to feel that he was hard as a rock too. I didn't have the nerve
to keep holding on, so I let go quickly.
  "I know, silly," said Matt, giggling even more. "I'm not two years old! I
meant I felt yours on my butt."
  "That just means that I really like you little bro."
  "I like you too, big bro." We embraced each other, and after about 20
minuets, we were for the second time that evening, drifting off to sleep in
each other's arms.

I woke up slowly, something stirring in the bed. I wasn't sure what was
going on because I was still in the fog of sleep. After my mind cleared
slightly, I noticed that it was still dark out, and that Matt was moving
about beside me. I felt a chill, and noticed that Matt was next to me on
his knees, and he was bending over me. I didn't stir, since I didn't want
him to know that I was awake. After a moment, I realized that I was no
longer under the covers, but that they had been thrown aside, and I was
lying flat on my back with my legs splayed out. Matt appeared to be
examining my body closely from every angle, paying special attention to my
crotch, with my penis now soft in my underwear. His hand was hovering over
it, as if he was contemplating touching it. I made sure to continue my slow
breathing indicative of sleep so Matt wouldn't be alerted to my
wakefulness. I wanted to see what he would do. I heard Matt's heavy
breathing that reminded me of a child's breathing while trying to preform a
difficult task. He was obviously deep in thought. After a while, his hand
moved up to my chest. He lowered it and began stroking by pecs just as I
had done with him earlier. His middle finger came to swirl over one of my
nipples. He pressed in, feeling it refill with blood as it became erect
instantly. He leaned in, and stuck out his tongue and touched it to my
nipple. I couldn't help but shudder slightly, but regained my composer
almost instantly. Matt moved back quickly in surprise, but soon was right
back over me, now moving down my torso. He then placed his hand on my
stomach and felt my 6 pack. He seemed to be enamored by my muscles. He kept
moving down, past my now hard penis, and felt my inner thighs, before
slowly moving his hand up, cupping my balls through my underwear.

By this time, i was dribbling pre-cum, and there was a pretty large spot on
the front of my underwear. Matt noticed, and touched it lightly with one
finger. He brought the finger up to his nose and sniffed. He then returned
the hand to just above my rigid cock, and slowly lowered it. He wrapped his
hand around my dick, moving his hand up and down slightly, feeling the full
6 and a half inches of it. He moaned longingly. Before long, he hooked a
finger under the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them back, leaning
forward to peer inside. He gasped slightly as he saw my full bush and
penis, which must have looked big to him. He looked for only a moment
longer before letting the elastic back to hugging my waist, putting my
penis out of view. I was disappointed, thinking he was done, but then he
took both hands, and gently grabbed both sides of my underwear, and began
trying to pull them down, which was no easy task, as my penis was as stiff
as could be. He wasn't being very gentle as he wrestled with my underwear,
pulling harder and harder. My dick had been caught in the band, and as he
pulled farther down, I felt discomfort as my penis was forced downward. He
finally got them low enough that my penis sprang free, and slapped against
my stomach. My underwear were now halfway down my scrotum, but he couldn't
get them any farther down because my ass was pinning them to the bed on the
backside. He reached down by my ass, and grabbed the sides of the
underwear, and began a back and forth pulling motion where he would pull on
one side, and then the other, until finally my underwear was free from my
ass. He hastily pulled them down around my thighs, and sat back on his
haunches, enjoying the fruits of his labor while basking in the glory of my
fully developed cock. I had my eyes only slightly open, so I could see what
was happening. He leaned on one arm, putting his legs sideways off the bed
slightly, and pulled off his own underwear. I heard them hit the floor as
he got back up on both knees, his cock prominently saluting me between his
legs.

I don't know what I had been expecting to happen next, but it certainly was
not what happened. Matt straddled me and sort of hovered over me, his hands
at my shoulders and toes by my feet. His knees weren't even toughing the
bed, so he was splayed out like a starfish, his dick dangling right above
mine. He slowly lowered his body until our cocks brushed against each
other, and then he began thrusting his hips, causing our cocks to slide up
and down along each other, rubbing all over one another. He then took up a
sideways back-and-forth movement so our penises kept squeezing and pressing
into each other, causing a moment of resistance before one would slip away,
and flop back to it's stiff position. This was easily the most erotic thing
I had ever experienced before, and I didn't think I could last much longer.
But just then, Matt stopped, breathing heavily. He moved forward, up my
body, so his crotch was over my lower chest. To my utter shock, he reached
behind himself, and grabbed my penis, tilting it up toward his asshole, as
he slowly backed up toward it. "Damn!" I thought! "He's actually gonna try
to make me fuck him!" He positioned my penis on his tight hole, and sat
down on it. I could feel that my head wasn't going in at all; his hole was
so tight. He increased pressure, trying harder to get my cock to penetrate.
I noted that he had not used anything for lube, not even saliva. He must
not have know that it would be nearly impossible without it. After a
moment, I felt the tip of my penis push in ever so slightly into his virgin
rosebud, but he did a sharp intake of breath, and I knew he was in severe
pain. He pulled back off, and sat silently for some time, seeming to be
contemplating whether or not to try again. He seemed to think better of it,
and slowly climbed off me to my great disappointment. He replaced my
underwear after a few minuets of struggling with it, getting it back over
my ass and cock, and then he replaced his own underwear before pulling the
covers back over himself and me. He snuggled back up against me, and after
a while, he was sound asleep, with me just moments behind him.

This is the end of chapter 3. In the next chapter, Matt and Jackson go on a
weekend camping trip, and Jackson confronts Matt about what happened in bed
that night. More coming soon.