Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 02:59:50 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: Arm Wrestling with Ali - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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minors access but you knew that.

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technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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ARM WRESTLING WITH ALI



Part Two - Ali's Story



by



G. Cutter



My Sunday with Peter tailed off into a sort of stumbling embarassment. I
know it's an odd way to put it but we'd met, we'd played and we'd got
serious, now it was over and I was in love. He was so sweet and he was good
sex which was an incidental... Yeah - right! What he didn't mention was
that when we'd done the real sex we lay on the bed and nattered as lovers
do, just general chitchat but both awaiting the inevitible. It happened and
when our organs began to stiffen again I sucked he and he sucked me, a
mutual blow job but in the process I noticed that the bathroom door was
slightly ajar, I could have sworn I closed it properly on our last visit. I
dismissed the thought and put it down to a stray breeze. We finally decided
that it was all over and time for him to go home, my mother and father were
due in around another hour which would give me a chance to clean up and
fumigate my room. I was, however, surprised when we went downstairs to find
my younger brother, Amar, glued to the television watching some Harry
Hill's funny video clips. He was sociable enough and bloody Peter, the slut
started talking to him. He wasn't so much talking as 'chatting up' and if
my looks could have killed he'd have been laying dead on the carpet.

'What's up with you?' He smiled as we paused at the garden gate.

'You nearly had your nose stuck up Amar's bloody shorts,' I snarled.

'Cool down,' he grinned. 'He's nice, soooo smooth.'

'Of course he is, he's only thirteen.'

'Come on... I was only looking. A cool cat can look at a baby queen.'

'He's not a queen or anything else, he's a boy, he still thinks it's for
pissing from.'

'Don't you believe it, he's like my kid brother, Paul, he's on the cusp,'
he almost leered. 'Anyway, you're my boyfriend aren't you?'

'I hope so.'

'Well, perhaps we can share Amar one fine day,' he laughed again. 'See you
Tuesday evening up the Club for footy practice.'

'Yeah, I suppose,' I answered trying to muster a smile. It had never
occured to me that he'd have wandering eyes. Still, he was mine and it was
down to me to keep him. And that was by hooky or by crooky. 'Yeah, Tuesday
around five,' I confirmed our next meeting idly wondering if we'd get the
chance to get in a snog at least.

'OK,' he looked at me long and hard. 'You are the boyfriend, believe me.'

'Yeah, yeah. Sod off pervo.'

'Bye,' he grinned and walked off without a backward glance.

I felt a bit better after the final exchange but all the same rushed
upstairs, I hadn't even realised Amar was in the house, he'd been as quiet
as a mouse. I went into the bathroom and had a look around not really
knowing what I was looking for. I got it in the end, I cracked the door
just a little and looked from the bathroom into my room, sure enough, a
perfect view of my bed. The nosey little bastard had come from his room
into our shared bathroom and spied on me. I was fucking furious to say the
least, the little perv. On impulse I looked in the little waste bin and
sure enough there were tissues in there, still wet and still smelling of
boy spunk. One damn thing was for sure, neither I nor Peter had used
tissues in the bathroom and that left only one suspect, ny goody goody
brother, Amar. The little animal had watched us and then jacked off. The
smell was real and I could almost feel the stuff, I took a little lick and
my suspicions were confirmed.

I must admit I was mad, I'd had one of the best afternoons of my life and
it had been spoilt by Amar... I needed to think. I sat on the lid of the
toilet after locking the door to his room something I should have done with
my own, that's what they had a bolt either side for not for decoration. The
tissue with the cum was a giveaway or was it? He might have just had one
off the hand in the loo, even I'd been guilty of that but every time I
thought of something along those lines I came back to the cum stained
tissue and the slightly open door. Ah, well. Front it out. As my dad says:
When the world turns into shit, face upto it. Problems don't get solved by
running away from then but sometimes they fade if you front them up. Dad
was full of advice like that but he was a wealthy man as a result so he
must be doing something right.

The Harry Hill funnies were still on when I returned to the lounge and I
sat with Amar and watched.

'Good day, Amar?'

'Yeah, not too bad but I'm getting a bit bored with cricket.'

'So, try one of the junior football teams you can overlap the seasons, some
of our boys play cricket.'

'Mmmm...' I sensed him looking at me. 'That Peter seems a nice kid, older
than you though?'

'Fifteen but he's only nine months older. His brother Paul's fourteen.'

'What's he like?'

'Pretty much a Pete clone only smaller,' I laughed. I wondered at his
sudden interest in my footballing mates.

'Mmmm.' He looked at the screen.

'If you're interested in footy you should come up Tuesday evening and have
a look at the training. Tuesday is our night none of the Under Ten
anklebiters.'

'Yeah, I might do, you'll have to take me up.'

'No prolemo, little brother,' I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and gave
him a quick hug. He seemed tense but not really on edge. If he'd been
watching as we did the dirty I would expect him to do the pulling away bit
or something like that.

'I like that Peter,' he suddenly spoke.

'He's a bit big for you,' I commented without thinking but it was a
reasonable comment... I think.

'Not like that,' he squealed and froze. I could read his evil little mind
as plain as a bloody newspaper. He was now thinking: Have I aroused his
suspicions and on top of that wondering what was for Sunday dinner. I told
you I could read minds and food would be in there believe me.

'Not like what?' I put on a mystified expression. 'His brother's more your
size.' I remembered again that Peter had said Paul liked me, perhaps Amar
would like a cut down version of Peter, I liked them both but I didn't want
to be greedy. Come to think of it since we'd had seperate bedrooms I hadn't
seen Amar in the nude for yonks and I mean yonks big time. I suppose he
was, as Peter had said, sweet but brothers look at each other in a
different way I suppose. I'd never even thought of mine in a sexual way but
I bet Peter had, he was horny dog as he'd demonstrated the other night and
in our more recent get together.

I was watching the television but thinking dirty thoughts, in fact,my mind
was whizzing around like like a fairground ride. Two lovers... right! Both
with younger brothers... right! Just like Wimbledon... mixed
doubles... right!. No, that wasn't right, I shook myself. Brothers were
sacred, you didn't have sex with your younger brother, you were supposed to
be his mentor, his guardiian angel and at the end of the day, his best
mate. Peter would tear my head off even suggesting it... at least I think
he would.  All the same the more I looked at Amar grinning at the antics on
the box the more I wondered and wondered.

What would it be like to sneak into his bed when he was asleep? What would
it be like to fondle and maybe suck his boy root? What would it be like to
take his virgin bottom? Questions, questions and all of them would remain
unanswered unless I made a move. This was dangerous ground, a damn sight
more dodgy that entertaining Peter for the afternoon, I was thinking of
buggering my younger brother for God's sake. And I was getting hard.

Our mother and father came home shortly afterwards and dinner got under
way. This was a regular routine for us on a Sunday when mum and dad visited
old friends from the East African days. In the old days when we were
muppets we used to go with them but lately or at least for a year we'd been
left at home as a sort of lifesaver. After all, I had Sunday football and
in the season, Amar had his Sunday cricket and our parents both wanted us
to mix in with our regular (and that meant Anglo) school mates not to
become 'ghetto Pakis' as my dad put it.

Dinner done Amar and I tended to the cleaning up leaving our parents to
their wine and chat in the lounge and after that we retired upstairs to our
normally solitary pursuits. This time it was different and Amar came into
my room and sat alongside me on the floor watching my combi as I sorted out
a DVD.

'I think I will tag along to the football practice Tuesday if you don't
mind.' He glanced at me as I stuck on 'The Lion, the Witch and the
Whatsit'... easy viewing, I could chat to him and watch the thing at the
same time, I had seen it tice but I had a thing for the blond, High King
Peter or whatever he was called.

'Great, you'll meet some new faces and have a kick around. I'll lend you a
pair of old boots.'

'Are you allowed to join in?'

'Of course, that's what training's all about... just do what the coaches
tell you to do.'

'I'm getting pissed off with cricket, a match takes so long and nets are
becoming a real drag.'

Well, I was surprised to say the least. Firstly to hear him swear which was
unusual in itself and to hear about his disenchantment with his favourite
game. I appreciated his comment about the matches though. Football for boys
was all over in less than ninety minutes but a boy's cricket match could
last upto four hours and with the sun thrashing down... well, put it this
way, the game isn't for me.

'Take a towel if you want to shower after.'

'Shower,' his voice broke in a squeak.

'Well, they're there and some of the boys use them... clean boys that is.'

'Like you, you mean?'

'Like me,' I agreed.

'Mmmmm.'

'You'd get to see Peter and I naked... again.'

'Again?' He stared at the television and his face darkened in a blush.

'Well, you saw us this afternoon and don't bother denying it.'

'It was an accident.'

'What? Spying on us was an accident.'

'I didn't know what you were doing,' he bleated like a lamb in distress. 'I
thought you were just messing around and I was going to come in and have a
chat but...'

'You saw us in a private moment?'

'I'll say,' he sniggered. 'Very private.'

'It happens,' I shrugged. This couldn't be the end of it, there had to be
more to come, there was.

'Can I ask a question, a personal one?'

'Go on.'

'I assume you like Peter, you must like him a lot if you let him suck your
willy and then you suck his.'

'You can assume that,' I spoke evenly trying not blush and tryhing not to
scare him off now we had got down to a heart to heart.

'You must like me, I'm your brother,' he glanced sideways at me.

'Of course.'

He was silent for a moment as the DVD rolled. And then he opened his legs
stretching out a little and looked at me. 'So, how come we don't do things
like that together?'

'Because we're brothers and because I'm very fond of Peter.'

'So, you're not fond of me?' He looked at me again but this time he looked
puzzled. 'I can't be too young, I know Anglos my age, in my class do things
together.'

'Don't call them Anglos,' I automatically. 'Dad'll go mad.'

'They call us Pakis.' he pouted.

'Lets say we don't want to sink to that level of name calling,' I felt like
a prick even as I said it. Plum in mouth sort of thing, a couple of my
black mates who were West Indians, called them worse than Anglos but that
was them.

'Alright,' he apolgised and rested his hand on my bare leg just above the
knee. 'So why not?'

'Why not indeed?' I rested my hand on his. My decision was made. Amar was
up for it as Peter would say and if he was offering who was I to
refuse. There was no reason for Peter to know anything about this, it was
purely the private business of the brother's Patel.

'Hey,' he grinned and squeezed my leg a little and I took his hand and
moved it north. He giggled and moved it even further up so that he was
almost on my cock which was rapidly filling out.

'Dare ya,' I whispered. No problems. He put his hand on my meat and rubbbed
it through my shorts and then grasped the solid outline through the thin
material.

'Gawd, that's so big,' he muttered.'And Peter had most of it in his mouth.'

'You like Petey?'

'I'd like anyone who sucked my dick,' he chuckled. 'Especially Pete, he's
dishy.'

'Well, he's mine but I might lend him out if you play the game.'

'I'll play,' he moved in closer and moved his hand onto my belly clasping
the loose flesh and then slipped his hand under the hem of the shirt. His
next move was as his hand slid down and slipped inside the waistband of my
shorts. In a moment he had my hot meat encircled in his grasp and he
squeezed the mass feeling it's warmth and burgeoning hardness. I, for my
part, shuffled in and bent my head nuzzling at his neck and lapping at his
skin which felt silken or like satin. The slightest of stiffening up and he
relaxed as I lapped his neck and under his wonderfully smooth jaw. He
turned his head slightly and our lips met in the faintest of kisses but
that was only the first. 'You're bigger than Pete and a year younger,' he
marvelled.

'It must run in the family,' I grinned as I allowed my hand to drift into
his lap and feel his own pecker straining at his briefs within his own
shorts. Nice.

'Mmmm...' he snuggled in and lay his head on my shoulder as he slowly
wanked me inside my briefs. 'Gonna do me?' He asked brightly.

'I don't want to get carried away,' I admitted. I was getting harder and
harder and the though of his naked body wasn't repelling me, I was lusting
big time. That's the trouble once you get a taste for it things go haywire.

'Don't worry, you aint shoving that thing in me,' he chortled.

'Who said anything about bonking?'

'You and Peter did it,' he snickered. 'You were talking about it when you
were kissing and all that girly stuff before you started the sucky suck
biz. You done the dirty earlier.'

Mamma Mia, his grammar was atrocious but he'd clearly been perving a lot
longer than I'd thought. He knew what we'd done and even if he hadn't seen
it we were busted as Peter would say. It was now a matter of containment
and my theory was that once I'd done something for Amar, I, (or we) should
be pretty safe. I had to advance with Amar whether I liked it or not.

'I'll suck you if that's what you want but you've got to do me.'

'Mmmm...' he looked up and he really did have a cheeky grin on his face. I
feared the worse. 'If I suck you can I bonk you, do the real thing?'

'You wanna fuck me,' I nearly yelled causing him to have a fit of the
giggles. The awful thing was I half fancied it, he couldn't possibly damage
me and the thought of his smooth kiddy body on my back was such a turn
on. I would have him sooner or later but that was a thought tucked away in
the back of my mind, no need for him to be privy to that one just yet.

'Ssssh..' he gave my erection a squeeze. 'They'll be up.'

'We'll have a playa round tonight, after mum and dad have gone to bed.'

'Aaah, can't we have a go in the bathroom whilst they're watching TV?'

'No,' I said firmly. He could grizzle all he liked but he could wait. I did
do one thing for him, I tugged his shorts down at the front and nuzzled at
his stiff pecker which got him all hot and bothered and he wasn't as small
as I'd expected. The night would be an interesting one.

'That's nice,' he stroked my hair and tried to keep my head down into his
crotch but I was wise to that one, I pulled away. I would have liked to
have gone further but common sense won out in the end

'Later.' I pulled away and sat up on my bed leaving him sitting on the
floor.

Eventually we went down to say good night to our parents, the holidays had
started so mum told us to have a lie in and she'd do a breakfast about ten,
dad would be away at work by then. She (or they) asked what we had planned
and I told them nothing special but I would be introducing Amar to my
football pals on the Tuesday afternoon and he'd be staying with me for
practice which dad seemed quite pleased about. He was one of these multi
purpose dads, he liked cricket but I think he preferred football for the
same reason I did... the shortness of the matches not the showers. We sat
for just a little while and then we were off to bed both being instructed
to take baths before turning in. I ignored that one, I could have a shower
whilst Amar bathed and then we'd see where we went from there.

We split to go to our own rooms and met up again in our shared bathroom, he
just had a towel around his waist, as I've already said he was a litle
darling. I just hadn't looked at him 'carnally' before and as he quickly
dropped his towel and slipped into his foamy bath I got a glimpse of his
half hard meat jerking and swinging as well as his beautifully brown bottom
as smooth and rounded as two tomatoes in a plastic bag. As I stepped into
the shower I could feel myself come to a full hardon. If he didn't behave
himself later on I could well fuck him and to hell with the consequences.

I had soap in my eyes when he slipped in with me, I didn't even hear the
sliding door open until his warm and slippery body pressed up against
mine. Jeez, he was like an eel and he had a thing about my cock, he had it
in both hands and was giving it more attention than was seemly for a boy
but in for a penny, in for a pound, another one of dad's. God, I sound like
a dictionary of quotations but they say life is a series of
cliches. Nothing new under the sun, is another and I shouldn't think
(reading Nifty) that I was the first boy to fancy his kid brother. I was so
damn hard I could feel myself oozing but thankfully he let go and more or
les demanded that I did him. I might have mentioned that although he was
only thirteen he was quite well developed down there and I knew from the
'trace' in the rubbish bin that he did a cum so he was well into his
puberty, a perfect partner for young Paul. I wondered how Tuesday night was
going to work out, the trouble was that Paul was hooked on this Billy who,
in my opinion, was a bit of a wally but there's no accounting for taste. I
wouldn't mind a crack at young Paul myself to be perfectly honest and Peter
knew it... then again I was pretty certain he fancied my Amar. The thought
of mixed doubles span around in my mind as I gently gave Amar a soapy wank
and bent down a little to fondle his hard bown cheeks. Delicious.

'Come to my room later,' I ordered pushing him from the shower before I
started to finger fuck him or do worse.

'OK,' he ginned and made to slap my swinging erection but I jerked back in
time. At least he had the sense to appreciate in my room we were further
removed from the parent's bedroom. I still didn't know how I was going to
handle him in bed but something would come up, it always does.

I was laying there in the dark although there was enough light coming in
from the back patio lights to see what I was doing. I even wandered around
looking from the window to check on my local foxes who came out with their
cubs around midnight and there they were. I nearly crapped myself when I
felt Amar's warm body nestle against my back, the horny little prick was as
hard as one of mum's rock cakes and his hot cock pressed against the back
of my thighs. I span around and grabbing him bore him to he bed where he
lay under me struggling and finally grinning. My own hardness had slipped
between his legs and he'd clamped on it as I slowly moved my hips up and
down. He was so bloody bold for a kid of his age, he had his fingers dug
into the cheeks of my arse and was fondling, digging in and stroking all at
the same time and I could feel his penis betwen us getting stiffer and
stiffer. It was time for my party piece. I slipped free and sucked on his
dark brown nipples until I felt them slippery and jutting out and then
worked my way down onto his narrow chest and gave a little lick to his
twitching member.

'Suck it, suck it,' he whispered ruffling my hair. That wasn't according to
his plan but I had my own little plot going.

'Do a sixty niner,' I replied quietly. 'Spin around.' He seemed a bit
confused but I manhandled him around on the bed and hovered on all fours
over him and got down to slurping on his hot cock. It took a few moments
but in the end he grasped my hardness and guided it down to his lips. We
were away.

He didn't have a lot of style and he was cautious at first but then eager
as if he'd got a taste for it. In the end I was steadily fucking into his
mouth trying not to choke him and he was clinging to my legs raising
himself onto my downwards thrusting penis. I sank my mouth right over his
swallowing it right down to his straggly pubics. He couldn't keep going, he
was hard up and horny and eventually he writhed under me and squirted a
decent if milky load into my mouth which I swallowed and still suckled on
him until his sore cock wilted. So much for his threat of bonking me, small
chance and no chance.

I lay on my side and he kept on me but it was more comfortable for him and
let me grasp and fondle his tight little arse. He paused for a moment to
draw breath and looked at me with a grin. 'It's so big...  you swallowed
mine, I don't know if I can do that.'

'Spit it into the towel if you can't,' I stroked his hear. 'Or take it up
the bottom.'

'No way, Jose,' he laughed and ducked his head again. He was making a meal
of it but then again, we had no need to rush. I wouldn't be too displeased
if he did want to top me before the night was out all the same but that was
very much his call. I was now determined to have him, all the way. OK, so
it was a rapid about face in my thinking but that's the way things go, he
was nice in a yeuchy brotherly sort of way and if I got him on line maybe I
could do a deal with Peter. I just had that niggling suspicion that my
lover boy Peter was up for a game, the way he looked at Amar gave it all
away.

He continued to suck and salivate on my raging hardon and in the end I had
to let go. I held his head lightly and managed to mutter that I was about
to cum. He kept on it right until the first hot squirt and managed to
swallow that but the rest was a shambles. He choked on my second blast and
the third had him spluttering and gasping as the fourth and final
splattered onto his lips and jaw. He splutered and called me all the bad
names under the sun but then got a severe case of the giggles as I pinned
him to the bed and smeared my own cum on his face with my lips. At the end
of it he calmed down and we shared a proper kiss as I lapped him clean. I
did note that none got spat into the towel and sussed out that he'd managed
to drink it all in spite of his waffle.

'You did well, little brother,' I hugged him in the dark and we rubbed our
warm bodies against each other, I was hard again and he was rising to the
occasion, I decided to strike whilst the iron was hot. 'I wanna show you
something but promise not to panic.'

'I promise,' he whispered. 'But you've got to 'cross your heart and hope to
die' you won't shove that thing in me... I know you want to, Pervy Patel.'

'I promise... unless you beg me,' I sniggered and rolled him over onto his
belly, he was half willing and half not if you know what I mean. I think he
trusted me but he was just that little bit uncertain. I kissed his smooth
brown bottom and lapped at his crack. As I did so his legs opened slightly
and then as I pressed on and my tongue ran between his cheeks his curiosity
got the better of him and he opened wide. He couldn't resist it and I
flathanded his tight bubble butt apart seeking his tight hole.

'Ooooh...' he wailed into the pillow and shuddered as my tongue slipped
across his little ring and he pushed up to my surprise reaching back to and
fondling my ears. I sensed that he was on the verge and went to town big
time sucking and probing at his tight little spincter until I took my
chance.

I slipped my finger into his slick little crack and gently pushed on his
smooth pucker and felt my finger slip inside him and I was onto his
prostate stroking and massaging that important little lump, I reached under
him and felt his boy cock was as hard as a rock again. I finger fucked him
gently but deeply all the same and he moaned and pushed onto me with a
little sigh.

'Thatsss alright,' he slurred and pushed up in time to my prods. I slipped
my finger out and slobbered some more but he was demanding this time
shoving his arse right up into my face and I went for two fingers. He
moaned even louder this time but bit the pillow as I delved deeply again
really opening him up and relaxing his sphincter. 'You want to, dontcha?'
He didn't have to mention what.

'When you're ready little one,' I whispered feeling victory near.

'You can have a go but stop if I tell you... promise,' he added like the
little boy he was.

'I promise.' I said it feeling like a rat. I could no more stop myself than
stop a runaway train. I was so hard yet again and my solid cock was oozing
precum, I was so hard and sexed up that there could be no going back. I
felt like a vampire that had been invited indoors, it was all but over now.
I got between his legs and felt his body tremble but I was sure he wanted
it, or so I thought, now was the time to find out.

He gasped as my slippery lump rubbed between his cheeks and across his
pucker and then I firmly pushed. I ignored his cry of pain and felt my hot
spongey lump open him up and I was in him. He groaned again and I felt him
relax which was a step in the right direction and I pushed again feeling
his ring clamp around my shaft, that was the hard part over and now it was
all down to him. He pushed up again just a little bit and to my relief and
delight I felt his ring clamp and then relax on me.

'That's huge,' he sniggered into the pillow. 'Rapist.'

I moved again gaining another inch and he craned his head to one side and I
kissed his cheek as I took another inch feeling myself now well and truly
lodged in his hot tightness. 'Beautiful, Amar.' This time I made a definite
in and out and as he lay silent and began to gently take him all the
way. In the end he took to it and accepted me with little fuss apart from
promising to fuck me legless at one stage. I smiled. I could stand that and
murmured sweet nothings into his ear as I finally lodged my all in his
sweet bottom. My erection was totally sheathed in his hot flesh and he
clamped as I fucked and soon it was alright. We were fucking, no fuss, no
hassle just big brother on kid brother passing on the anal tradition of
many brothers before them. It all sounds a bit deep and Hollywoody but you
know what I mean. We'd shared the ultimate in brotherly love and I had the
idea this was just the start of something big.

He really got into it in the end almost elevating himself into a doggy
position and shoving his rump back hard as I took him time and time again,
in the end I held his narrow hips steading and rammed in deeply into his
slick boy fanny and let it go. His head dropped as surge after surge of my
creamy cum shot into his tight hole and flooded that hot sweetness. He
remained thrust hard back onto me sealing in our passion and in the end we
subsided onto the bed still joined and still trying for that awkward head
over shoulder kiss.

'Fabulous,' I whispered stirring in his hot gut. 'Beautiful.'

'Flattery won't get you another one tonight,' he giggled into the pillow.

'Tomorrow?'

'Maybe,' he carefully wriggled from under me and we wrestled rogether as I
shoved the towel up between his legs but he was all over me and I sensed
his need. Well, it nearly poked my eye out as he crawled around but in the
end I lay on my back and raised my knees. I manhandled him into position
and he did the rest, he wasn't that much of a novice. He fumbled and took a
couple of near misses but in the end I felt his hot spike enter me and then
he went into lovey dovey mode as he took his pleasure. He did a nice meaty
cum which I was proud of on his behalf that is and we lay together joined
by his shrinking willy and just cuddled and caressed each other's sweaty
bodies. We were as one, the final barrier was down... brothers and
lovers. I never thought it would happen but it had and here we were. 'That
was abso-bloody-lutely incredible,' he whispered and I saw the glint of his
teeth in the darkness. 'My bum's sore.'

'I'll get Peter to kiss it better.'

'Or his little brother,' he said and I felt his stare on me, I pulled his
head down and our lips met.

'You don't even know Paul.'

'If he's anything like Pete...'

'He is,' I laughed and we shared a final kiss before I we split. It was all
over for the moment but it was only a temporary respite, there was more to
come of that I was totally certain. Amar had a taste for it now.

The following day I phoned up Peter and he seemed alright which cheered me
up, I had been expecting some doubts or second thoughts but he seemed quite
happy with what had happened as was I. We just seemed to have slipped into
boyfriendship if that's the word. The easy relationship where half of what
you mean just doesn't get said. I invited him around and he asked if he
could bring Paul. I readily agreed with that, I was matchmaking after all
and Peter tipped me off that the Paul and Billy thing hadn't gone quite as
well as Paul had expected. I was eager to hear more and told Amar we would
have visitors after lunch.

'No peeping today,' I told Amar. 'Not that we'll be doing anything.'

'Aah, shame,' he laughed. 'You going to tell him about us,' he added quite
seriously.

'Only if he comes clean about him and his Paul.'

'What?' Amar looked shocked. 'You reckon they're at it?'

'I don't know,' I shrugged. 'It would make life a lot easier if they were.'

'You could have Paul and I could have a session with Peter,' he looked at
me and grinned.' Boy, all my machinations and scheming in my mind and my
juvey brother was one step ahead of me all the way.

'I never thought of that.'

'Not much,' he cackled like an old witch.

We had a light lunch done by mum and she went around her pal's for the
afternoon leaving us in the garden, the weather was fine with a cloudless
sky and I topped up our big swimming pool. It wasn't a proper one but one
of these big ones you inflate, dad got it from a friend of a friend sorta
thing. I was only about five feet deep but good enough to have a nice
splash around and we had various floatables, so, by the time Peter and Paul
rolled up we were costumed up and already on a roll.

Naturally enough they wanted to get into the spirit of the thing but had no
costumes, a point that occured to me only after I'd put the phone
down. Acting on pure impulse I suggested Amar take Paul upto his room and
get a spare costume which I knew Amar had. He toddled off with Paul and I
sat down with Peter.

'They'll probably be inside each other's knickers by now,' Peter glanced
upto the bedroom windows.

'Is Paul alright, he looks a bit down?'

'Silly Billy backed out at the last minute on their big love job. He now
doesn't want to see Paul unless he has to and even threatened to tell his
dad of Paul's advances,' Peter shrugged. 'Paul's keeping out of the way,
he's keeping what you call a low profile.' He laughed shortly. 'I can't
understand it, I thought it was a big love job.'

'So did I the way they used to hang around together.'

'Perhaps a step too far,' Peter grinned. 'We should fix him and Amar up.'

'Let them do it themselves,' I looked up as I heard laughter from the
upstairs bedrooms.

'I thought your brother was sorta straight,' Peter looked at me in
surprise. 'You told me he was a bit of an innocent.'

'Not after last night,' I bit the bullet, there was no way around this. 'He
came into my room last night and we did it and he had been spying on us by
the way.'

'Fuck me,' Peter looked shocked. 'You stuck that bloody great thing up in
him, that little boy.'

'He's not that little,' I groused.  'Anyway, he shouldn't sneak around
spying on people.'

'I hope he liked the show,' Peter suddenly laughed. 'I've got an admission
to make...'

'Yeah?'

'I did it with Paul,' he mumbled reddening a little.

'I thought so,' I was chuffed that I'd been right, a little less so with
him shagging behind my back but we were all brothers and brothers in law in
a manner of speaking . I could see my master plan or even Amar's master
plan coming together. As the Chinese say: May you live in interesting times
and we certainly had some of them coming up in the near future. I couldn't
see things happen immediately but then again, why not? Mum wouldn't be back
for the rest of the afternoon and looking across at a smiling Peter I think
he was in the mood as well.

'You're not annoyed are you?'

'No. I know you're a slut.'

'Sez you,' he laughed. 'Mind you, Amar is rather tasty .'

'So's Paul. We grinned at each other. The deal, for what it was worth, was
signed, sealed and delivered.

The boys appeared all grins and giggles and Paul had squeezed himself into
a set of Amar's tiny speedos. They were tight on him and his package stuck
out like a sore thumb, a little bigger than that in fact, he was half
hard. Amar had spotted it and I wondered what they'd been upto in the
bedroom. Mind you, this being their first meeting, probably nothing.

'I'm going to try and find Peter some swimmers,' I addressed them both as
they slipped into the water and started to splash around.

'Yeah... right,' Amar replied a trifle sarcastically.

'Don't worry if we don't rush back,' Peter looked at Amar. 'Treat my
brother kindly, he's suffering a broken heart.'

'Shurrup, wanker,' Paul scowled and then leapt on Amar bearing them both
under water.

'Come on,' I looked at Peter and he knew what I wanted.

'Can we watch?' Amar shouted out just as we were about to go into the
house.

'If you do you have to join in,' Peter called back and that said it all as
far as I was concerned. Anyway, I had more on my mind than kids, I had my
lover boy, the sun was in the sky, dad was at work and mum was missing for
the afternoon... what more could a boy want.

Once in my room I knelt to rake through my cupboard for something for Peter
to wear, a moment later he was kneeling behind me pressing up against me
and wrapping his arms around me. I felt his dry lips on my neck and he
rubbed his groin against my bum.

'You look delicious in speedos,' he whispered. 'Better without them.' His
hands were on my hips moving down and taking my swimmers with them, he
wasn't messing around and I reached back to fondle his hardness.

'What happens if the muppets come up?'

'Let 'em join in or piss them off into Amar's room and let them do their
own thing,' he pressed in against me. 'You're the boss.'

'Play it by ear,' I suggested. 'But next Sunday...'

'Next Sunday it all happens,' he grinned. 'Mixed doubles?'

'Yeah,' I laughed. I knew exactly what he meant but other thing were now on
my mind, he had the front of my swimmers down and had his hand around my
hard brown shaft and was moving the foreskin up and over the head teasing
and tantalising me to make a move. 'On the bed, slut.'

'I've been thinking about you all night, I've been as hard as a rock.'

'Wanker.'

'No I didn't,' he laughed. 'If you hadn't have phoned I'd have wandered
around on the off chance.'

'The offchance of what?' God I was talking like a teeny girl.

'The chance of getting inside your pants,' he shucked my speedos down
exposing my middle bits and I returned the compliment taking his shirt off
and pulling down the football shorts he was wearing and finally his tighty
whiteys allowing his hard flesh to pop up and settle nicely into my mouth
as I ducked my head.

'Can we watch,' Amar's voice came from bathroom and his head poked around
followed by Paul's. 'See how the experts perform.'

'Go and play with yourselves and come back in an hour,' I told them
both. They both grizzled but the door shut and this time I made sure the
catch was down on my side, I then returned to Peter... peace at last.

We went straight into a sixty niner after that and I took pleasure in his
big cock as much as he seemed to like mine.  I had to ask the question and
as we took an air break and slowly massaged ourspit slicked erections I
asked.

'You like Amar?'

'A lot,' he grinned at me and licked his lips making perfectly clear what
he meant. It was time to pop the real question.

'How about if we do a kid brother swop next Sunday, a proper swop. You and
Amar in one room and me and your Paul in another.'

'I was wondering how long it would take you to ask,' he grinned. 'I'd love
to but we'd best leave it upto them, we can't make them.'

'Oh, no.Only if they want to.'

'Paul will,' he grinned. 'He fancies you something rotten, he told me the
other day and when I told him you were hung like a donkey he said that he'd
seen it in the toilets and still fancied you.'

'Good.' I was stumped. I didn't really know what to say. I had a hell of a
crush on Peter, almost a love job but Paul was so sweet I could feel myself
get even harder at the thought of his small, tight and white bottom taking
my brown prong. 'Jeez... Peter.' I guided his head down onto me and I
ducked on him again.

'That got you going,' Peter smirked just before he wrapped his lips around
my meat.

We pigged out on each other for a while and I've got to admit I loved
sucking his thick white cock as much as he seemed to enjoy mine. He
finished up crouched over me fucking downwards into my mouth as I lay there
making little prods up into his wet suction. It couldn't last, it never
does and I groaned in exquisite pleasure as I squirted upwards and he
grasped my cock milking it dry and sucking and lapping until it was
sore. He offloaded a huge amount of cum nearly choking me but I managed it
all and in the end we smeared each other's spunk over our faces in an orgy
of childishness. It was silly but good and as I tenderly kissed him we
ground our depleted cocks together building up steam for what was to
follow. We both knew that we wanted to go the whole way and the time was
right. The little ones were about their business and we had loads of time.

'I do love that brown bum of your's,' he whispered less than romatically.

'It would be nicer if you said you loved me,' I put on a little whine.

'I do, Mowgli,' he grinned. 'But that tight bottom as well.'

'You're forgiven,' I laughed and lay back willing him to make the first
move. I could see his fat cock was stiffening up and gently wanked it until
he put his hand on top of mine.

'Gonna be forced to do you in a minute,' he threatened.

'Jeez, gotta wait that long,' I giggled as he rolled on top of me and
forced his erection between my thighs. 'What about the boys?'

'What now?'

'No, you dummy. Next Sunday, we're match free again.'

'Paul's playing in the morning but I'll have him here for just after
lunchtime .' 'Well meet you up the ground and watch Paul perform and come
down here, OK?'

'Fine,' he smiled. 'A little brown boy for me and a little white boy for
you .'

'Now that sounds good,' I closed my eyes as I felt his lips on mine and
then tucked my knees upto my chest in an open invitation.

The second time was even better, he sucked and lapped and then quite
confidently told me the act was called plating or rimming but I didn'rt
give a toss what it was called. The feel of his hot breath, his warm lips
and that wriggling and probing tongue was driving me crazy. Long before
he's finished I was begging for his fat pale skinned cock, I was turning
into a dickj lover but then again I liked boy fanny so I couldn't have been
that bent. I wanted to fuck his sweet arse but we were a give and take
pair, it was his turn to give and my turn to take. As he munched and kissed
my tight scrotum I felt him moving up the bed and held my ankles,
uncomfortable really but a position of complete surrender and I was giving
him a pretty clear message. His tongue slipped up my cock and onto my belly
and then I felt it. His slippery and now oozing glans pressed against my
pucker, I felt the brief pain as I opened up and he was in me. I sighed
with relief and satisfaction as I felt his heat begin to fill me and he
grabbed my wrists as I let my ankles go. My legs came down onto his
shoulders and he moved in deeper and deeper until his crisp fair haired
pubics mashed against me under my balls.

'Wicked,' he breathed and pushed harder seating in firmly, then and only
then he tenderly kissed me and pushed again until I pushed back. 'Slut...'
he whispered.

'Your slut, Pit Pony Peter,' I giggled as he nipped my nose and set to
work. It was a nice slow one and he withdrew nearly all his erection before
sliding it back in but the playing around or the romantic bit didn't
last. It ended as it always does in a frantic lunge and plunge with him
slamming into me and me pushing up hard onto his advances until I felt his
flesh throb and poump inside me followed by the warm liquid squirts and
spurts. As he subsided onto me with his still hartd cock encased in my
flash I hugged his sweaty body and he smiled tiredly.

'Beautiful, Mowgli,' he whispered. I hoped Mowgli wasn't becoming his pet
name, it was a bit racist although I could always call him Paleface Peter
or similar just to annoy him.

'What do you reckon the kids are doing?' He jerked his head towards the
bathroom where all was silent .

'Getting down and dirty?'

'Maybe,' he laughed and slipped free. Without any preamble or foreplay he
flopped on his back. 'Face fuck or fanny,? He gave me a sluttish look
staring at my twitching cock.

'Get those legs in the air,' I growled feeling myself moving into butch
mode. I keep on going on about his wonderful boy cock but he had an arse to
die for. Well, I wouldn't go that far but you know what I mean.

As he raised his legs and took his knees to his chest exposing his pucker I
went for it. Gawd, the shame and the horror of licking someone's a-hole but
I survived and I even began to like it. It was a bit sweaty but clean and I
sucked and blew and generally made it slippery and slimy. I finger fucked
for a bit all the time drooling more saliva directly onto my finger and his
opened sphincter. In the end amongst his wriggling around and his passion
he begged me to do it. I slid my finger free and made a move for the lube
but he told me not to use it. Instead he grabbed my straining cock and
smeared my precum over the end and guided it down to his eager and spit
slicked ring.

'Gently, Ali,' he breathed heavily as he held it in position and I slowly
pushed. He gritted his teeth and gave a little moan as I moved in and felt
his ring give. The delicious heat and tightness gripped me immediately as I
pushed partly inside him and stopped. 'That;'s OK,' he grinned up at
me. 'Go for it... nice and slowly.' I did, I worked my way in an inch at a
time until I felt his warm flesh totally surround my hardness and then he
grabbed me and pulled himself up onto my slow movements. 'That is so good,'
he breathed and hooking his arm around my neck dragged my face down for a
kiss. After that it was all systems go as I tried his stunt, a nice long
drawn out fuck but they never happen. In the end I was pistoning in and out
of his tight boy fanny. His expression by the way, he reckons it sounds
better than 'arsehole' and I suppose he's right. I moved my knees up so
that they were pressing on the back of his thighs and went for it. In and
out, in and out and I just seemed to get harder and harder. My balls felt
like a pair of marbles under my cock, they were so tight in their sac that
they almost disappeared but suddenly I felt it.

A massive burning at the base of my cock, fiercer than the first time and I
was so hard I nearly screamed. Suddenly I blew. Jeez, the heat and that
searing you get with a good one. If it had been out in the open it would
have shot across the room. Of course it didn't but I must have set a record
as I rammed into his delicious honeypot (that one's mine). One, two, three
and more. I felt my cock jump and pump into his gut and his eyes opened
wide as I flooded his gut until I could feel my spunk of his outside as
well as his inside.

'Ali,' he whispered as I stopped with by shaft burried deep in his cum
drenched hole. I could feel the stuff trickling onto my balls, I'd
supercumed. I can say in all honesty that I've never cum like that in my
life. I felt drained, I felt like a husk and he just lay there with a lazy
smile on his face. 'You can take it out now,' he grinned.

I slid free using the small towel as a mop ramming it between his cheeks as
I withdrew. I did risk a peep and saw his open pucker closing and expelling
a gob of the creamy cum before I lay alongside him and cuddled his sweat
drenched body.

'That was wonderful,' I pecked him on the cheek. 'One of my bestest.'

'You cum like a stallion,' he remarked conversationally. 'No wonder you lot
have big families.'

'Har, har... very funny.'

'I wonder what the muppets are upto?' He glanced at the bathroom door .

'Probably shagging,' I observed. 'If you've done yours and I've done mine
they probably want to try each other out.'

'A pity we can't fix a sleepover,' he smiled. 'You and your kid brother
over my place?'

'It would be better here, the twin bedrooms sharing the same bathroom,' I
looked at him. 'Better for swopping around... no one needs to know.'

'We'll work on it once we know what the brats have been upto.'

I drifted around the bedroom whilst he did what he had to in the bathroom
although he did tell me he'd listened at theirir door and it sounded like
thay were 'at it'. He could be right, the pool was still deserted and after
I'd done my toilet we went down and splashed around in the pool. I saw a
face at Amar's window and about a half hour later they joined us.

They'd done the deed, it was written all over them but I didn't want to
embarass either of them and kept my mouth shut. Peter did as well although
he was dying to ask. Once in the water it was all grabarse and grope, this
was keeping an eye out for nosey neighbours you understand.

'I hear you're joining us for training on Tuesday night,' Peter spoke to
Amar as his Paul's lithe and very slippery body slid against me for the
umpteenth time. I wrapped my arms around him and took him to the edge of
the pool under the shelter of the canvas my dad had rigged.

'Yeah,' Amar giggled as Peter grabbed him. 'Ali's got a pair of old boots
for me.'

I lurked by the side and out of sight of any spies. My hands slid down and
fondled Paul's shrunken penis. 'It's sore,' he murmured. So, that was one
question answered. Mind you, that didn't stop him wriggling his soft bottom
back against my groin under the water.

'Geroff, get off,' Amar squealed in Peter's slippery embrace although he
didn't try to pull away too hard I noticed.

I nuzzled at Paul's neck and lapped at his ear and he almost purred and
pushed his bottom back onto me harder. No problems there and from the way
Amar was playing upto Peter there were no difficulties with them. The
foursome was as good as off and running. That was for the future of course,
time had passed and it was time to split. Arrangements were made to meet up
on the Tuesday afternoon and some more involved plotting took place. Amar
and myself volunteered to organise a weekend's sleepover, Peter and Paul
had to do their part and get it organised from their side. I didn't have
any problems with my parents, my father would be delighted to have a couple
of our friends stay. He was an integration freak, an ethnic Pakistani via
East Africa and the South of England. I don't think he'd be happy until the
only colour of skin to be seen in Britain was a medium beige. I wasn't too
concerned with all that, our school was very multiracial and we had almost
no race hassle apart from a bit of name calling now and then, it wasn't as
if Peter and I were going to breed.  We'd have a damn good go at it but the
odds were against us. Anyway, enough of him, suffice to say he was
delighted with Amar and myself playing football, cricket and mixing with
some of our friends called 'whities'.

We saw Peter and Paul off arranging to meet up Tuesday afternoon and we
did.

Amar and I cycled around to their house on time to be greeted by Peter and
brother Paul in their football strips and ready to go. Peter gave me a
silent thumbs up and a big grin. I did the same. A quick conference showed
that the phone calls of Monday had borne fruit, they'd issued the
invitation (with their parents backing) and we'd accepted (with our parents
backing). We'd be going around Fruiday evening and staying through until
Monday morning which was far more than we'd expected but we were on
hioliday after all.

We cycled up the hill to our Club as a squad and met up with the
others. Amar was quickly blended into the fourteen year old team although
he was only thirteen and away we went. It was a longer session than normal
and two hours later we were all pretty well shagged out. The Club bar was
opened up which drew away the managers, coaches and a sprinkling of parents
and we juvies took over the changing rooms and showers. This was the fun
time, much more fun than running around sweating our nuts off and that was
for sure.

Showers after practice run to a routine. Some never shower, they just hop
on their bikes and shoot off home. The bulk have a catlick shower by which
I mean they strip, jump under the water and then dry off and rush off to
get in front of the club TV or the grab the pool table. The minority and
that was myself with Amar in tow and Peter and Paul have a proper shower
and take time out to see what else (or who else) was doing a wet and soapy
waggle... work that out for yourselves. There were only six of us left and
once the two outsiders left it left us four... the old firm.

We grabbed one of the changing alcoves to get dried off and dressed in,
needless to say Paul and Amar started willy grabbing although Peter and
myself acting as big boys abstaied. When they got carried away and started
a genuine mutual wank we closed ranks, when they went the final mile and
Amar got down and started sucking in Paul's penis we put our feet down and
called it a day. Too late for that Amar sucked and Paul quite happily
fucked face, the only way we'd part them was with a bucket of iced
water. Luckily there was no through traffic and after a load of grunting
and gasping they finished. Paul slumped on a wooden bench and Amar grinned
quite proudly with spunky lips. What a pair of perverts.

'Your turn,' Paul smiled up at us. 'We'll stand guard...'

'We'll watch,' Amar giggled.

'Brown sucked white,' Peter looked at me with a slight grin on his handsome
face. 'White sucks brown this time,' he pushed me into the small boiler
room to the side and dropped to his knees.

'Nah, leave it, Pete,' I muttered reluctantly but it was too late, he
pulled the front of my shorts and briefs down and my treacherous prong
flopped out already on the rise. The muppets giggled and closed ranks
blocking us from any casual traffic. The buzz of actually doing something
like this virtually in a public place got me going, as son as his warm and
wet mouth took me in I was as hard as a rock, I was also being closely
observed by Paul who was getting his first viewing of the Cockmaster in
action. He grinned at me and licked his lips, betcha a penny to a pinch of
shit he was wishing himself in Peter's role... the sucker. Thankfully it
was all over in a minute or so, I did a healthy squirt and peter swallowed
although he squeezed some out onto hius hand right at the end. I hurriedly
tugged up my gear and we prepared to go into the bar.

One final stunt. Peter suddenly leapt onto his squealing brother and
wrapped his hand across Paul's mouth.

'You dirty bastard,' Paul yelled red faced with fury. 'You absolute fucking
perv.'

'Shut up, shut up,' Tamar squealed although he was nearly helpless with
laughter.

Paul stared at me red faced and finally smiled. He wiped my cum from his
lips. 'You taste nice.'

That was it we were done and what can I say to end. Oh, yeah. Roll on
Friday.



			      To be Continued
				(in Part 3)