Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 23:45:32 +0100
From: AP Webb <pjalexander1753@gmail.com>
Subject: D'n'M Part 1 Chapter 5

This story has been a long time in the making.  Part1 consists of 19
chapters, not all of which contain any sexual material.  The main
characters are teenage boys.  The author has not been a teenage boy for a
long time and apologises if the dialogue is not always convincing.

All the characters and events in the story are fictitious.  Any resemblance
to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.

The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the
express permission of the author who can be contacted at
pjalexander1753@gmail.com


D'n'M Part1

From Chapter 4:

"What? Dan shrieked.  "So dad's gonna know I can make sperm?  But you said
you were gonna make it not embarrassing.  So much for trusting you."

"Relax bro.  It's obvious to him anyway."  Dan's face took on a questioning
look.  "Your hands and feet have got a lot bigger recently, and your voice
has started the squeaking thing.  They're all classic signs.  That's how he
knows.  And mum, too.  You can't hide it.  But let's not waste any more
time on the boring stuff.  Listen, you can ask me any more questions you
like, whenever you like, but for now, let's get started on the fun stuff.
Are you ready to learn about the `Tom Reed Wet Dream Prevention Strategy'?"

**********

Chapter 5.

After Dan's rollercoaster day he honestly didn't know what he was ready
for.  Tom took his brother's silence for agreement and quickly removed his
Vans and his socks.

"Come on kid, get yourself comfortable," said Tom.  So Dan, without
thinking much about it, followed suit.  But seeing his brother begin to
take off his skinny jeans certainly did make him think.  He gave Tom
another questioning look.

"Just trust me and do what I do."

With a shrug Dan unzipped his jeans, pulled them down and off and threw
them into a pile with his shoes and socks.  He was beginning to feel more
than a little uncertain about where this was all leading but, he reasoned
to himself, he'd said he trusted his big brother so now was the time to
prove it. But when he looked up to see that Tom's T-shirt had joined his
other clothing on top of the bed and that he was looking expectantly at his
younger brother, Dan went from uncertain to positively uncomfortable.

"If we're gonna do this then we're gonna do it properly.  Take it off," Tom
commanded, leaving no doubt in Dan's mind that he had no choice but to
comply.  The next time he looked up he saw that the two of them were each
dressed in just their underwear, but that's where the similarity ended.
Where Dan's legs were thin, bony and hairless, Tom's were strong,
well-muscled and dusted with a pale mist of blonde hairs from the knees
down.  Where Dan's torso and arms were as undefined and featureless as his
legs, Tom demonstrated a classic swimmer's build with wide shoulders, flat
stomach and long arms with well-defined biceps, all fitting comfortably on
his 5ft 11in frame.  Dan didn't know whether to feel self-conscious for
himself or admiration for his brother.  Who knew that Tom was so built?

Finally, Dan's attention was drawn to Tom's midsection, specifically his
dark blue CK boxer briefs.  Dan had never given much thought to his own
underwear.  Every few months a new pack of plain white briefs would appear
in his dresser drawer and that, as far as he was concerned, was that.  But
now, seeing Tom looking so grown up and fit, made him realise, suddenly,
just how immature and little-boyish his habitual Fruit of the Looms must
make him seem.  He looked away, but then a second glance found him homing
in on the prominent bulge at the front of Tom's underwear.  Feelings of
embarrassment and inadequacy flushed his face.  He truly wanted the floor
to open up and swallow him as he quickly brought his hands round to cover
his own much smaller bump.  He was close to tears again.

Before he knew it, Dan was wrapped in Tom's arms, one hand gently rubbing
his back, while whispering words of reassurance.  Dan mumbled, barely
coherently, about his pathetic and underdeveloped body.  After about a
minute Tom guided Dan back to the bed, sat him down and then stood squarely
in front of his brother.

"Look D, I'm almost four years older than you, I swim every day of the
frigging week and spend hours working out.  Of course I'm bigger and more
built than you are.  But when I was thirteen I looked just like you.
Believe me.  You're only just starting.  Just give it some time, and you,
too, can have a god-like body like this."

Dan looked up to see a wide and encouraging grin on Tom's face.  He wanted
to believe his brother but was still feeling like a very little boy in
comparison.  He knew it was true about his hands, feet and voice.  He knew,
too, that a few short, soft hairs had begun to appear near the base of his
penis (not that he planned on admitting that to his brother!), so perhaps
he really was beginning to change from boy to man.  Wow!  That was an
almost scary thought.

But one scary thought was quickly overwhelmed by Tom's next, completely
terrifying, command.

"Right, it's time for the main event.  Let's see what you're packing in
those little boy briefs.  Take them off."

"What?!!!"  Dan's voice reached a new peak of shrillness.  "You want to see
my willy?  No way.  NO WAY!"

"Your willy?  Let's get one thing straight, if you're old enough to make
sperm then you're way too old to still be calling it that."

"So what should I call it?  Penis?"

"Yeah, right," replied Tom, almost derisively.  "If you're in a Sex-Ed
class or discussing body parts with grandma!  Otherwise you can take your
pick -- dick, cock, junk, dong, man meat -- and any one of about a hundred
others.  Don't you guys ever talk about this sort of stuff?"

"Well, yes, sort of," said a very hesitant Dan.  "I mean, I've heard some
of the other kids talking, but I've never really taken much notice.  What
do you call yours?"

"This," replied Tom, cupping his bulge in his right hand, "Is my dick, and
a boy's dick, little brother, is a boy's best friend.  Now show me what
you've got."  Dan made no move to lower his underwear, but stood, slowly
shaking his head.  There was no way he was going to expose himself, even to
his brother.  Even, indeed, to prevent a repeat of that morning's sticky
episode.

Tom's patience was beginning to wear just a little thin.  Here he was,
able, and more than willing to instruct Dan in the joys of self-pleasure,
and all he could do was stand there shaking his head.  He decided to go for
broke.  He turned around, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his CK's
and pushed them to the floor.

Without looking at Dan, but speaking over his shoulder, he said, "I'm gonna
count to five and then I'm gonna turn around.  When I do I want us to be
two naked boys together.  Ok?  One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five."

These were the longest and most excruciating five seconds of Dan's life,
but, when Tom turned around, Dan's briefs were round his ankles, both his
hands were cupped around his boyhood and his eyes were screwed tight shut.
He had never felt so pathetic or so exposed.

"Okay D.  That's good.  Well done.  Now open your eyes.  Keep your hands
where they are if you like, but open your eyes."

Dan did as he was told, and as he did, he couldn't stop his mouth from
falling open too.  Tom was magnificent.  He had looked pretty amazing
before, but now, with no clothing on at all, he really did look like the
Greek god he had joked about just a few minutes before.  The pale,
speedo-shaped band around his middle was beautifully offset by the tanned
skin above and below it.  And the jewels in the crown were Dan's nearly
man-sized dick and balls which hung proudly between his legs, perfectly
off-set by the untanned skin.  Just above his dick was a small area of dark
blonde hair, just a couple of shades darker than the hair on his head.  Dan
was amazed, and the admiring expression on his face made that very clear.
Tom smiled, enjoying his young brother's obvious admiration, proud of the
body he had worked so hard to achieve.

**********

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