Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2006 16:53:55 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Bother in My Bed" by Jay Roberts Gay incest The title sounds like a nice bedtime story for kids. It is not, unless you are over 18, then it may relax you for sleeping. But if you are under 18 you must leave. Tommy was eight, Ben, his brother was ten when the family suffered bankruptcy. They had to move from their nice three bedroom house into a small one bedroom apartment. Mom and Dad slept on the Murphy bed in the livingroom and the boys, for the first time had to share a double bed. In the old house each had their own room. Ben groused about it but Tommy was secretly pleased.; He loved and admired his big brother, even though Ben ignored him most of the time and complained that he bothered him and his friends. "Get your own friends," Ben would say roughly, but Tommy was shy and found it hard to make friends at the new school.. He felt that most of the boys in his class were rough and they picked on him. Once Ben did come to his rescue, and pushed the tormentor and told him to leave Tommy alone, but that was only one time. The bullying continued. Tommy thought that Ben was a wonderful person, especially at night when he would drop his tough act and treated Tommy like a pet. "Let's make believe you are Freddie. Freddie was the Teddy Bear that Ben had and loved since childhood but somehow went lost during the move. "Okay, what I gotta do?" "Nothing' I just will treat you like Freddie." This entailed Ben putting Freddie/Tommy against his body and hugging him he slipped quickly into sleep. Tommy was thrilled. He felt Ben's warm arms surrounding him and Ben's soft breath against his neck. He felt protected, safe and sleepy. He allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep. Later that night he sensed movement behind him. Ben was rubbing his body against Tommy and murmuring endearments to Tommy/Freddie. Tommy felt warm all over, deeply loving Ben and the attention he was getting. He slipped back to sleep with a smile on his cute face that soon would grow into a very handsome face. In the morning Tommy said, "I slept so good. I like being Freddie and being hugged." "Ben answered in a petulant way. "Don't know what you talkin' 'bout squirt. Just shut up n' git dressed." It didn't take the smart Tommy much thought to realize that if he wanted these warm snuggley nights to continue, he would have to keep his mouth shut. And so began a deception on the part of both boys. Neither would acknowledge their nighttime activities and as long as it was never verbalized, it was as if it didn't occur. Two years late, Tom, as he was now called, was ten, and Ben was twelve. Tom was tall and thin, about an inch taller than Ben. Ben refused to stand next to him to be top of the head with a book measured. Ben was an early maturer. At twelve he was showing some hair in his arm pits and Tom noticed that his brother had a teenage smell. It was intoxicating to Tom. Tom's penis was growing from its baby size to one that hung three inches. His scrotum now contained two balls that he could feel were there and his penis was often hard. He liked to rub against his sheets at night and if he did it long enough a delicious feeling of electricity passed through his body and made him cry out softly. It would leave him exhausted and he would sleep very deeply afterward. Tom soon learned about this activity as he would feel the bed shaking. When Ben cried out he longed to put his arms around his brother to comfort him. He worried that Ben had something wrong with him, an incurable disease. He talked about it one day with his only friend from school, Barry. Barry laughed and fell off the log they were sitting on. "You dope, your bro was wackin' off. Don't you do it?" He told Barry that he didn't but he was afraid to try because it made Ben cry. "He wasn't cryin' he was jes' enjoyin' cummin'. Here let me show you." They were deep in the woody area so no one could see them. He pulled down his shorts and his Scooby- Do boxers. Tom was not interested to see Barry's penis. He had seen it so many times when they went skinny dipping. But he hadn't seen in since the summer and it looked bigger and there were some hairs, maybe three on top. Barry shook his penis and it responded by growing larger and lifting up to stick straight out. "You do the same." Tom lowered his stuff and imitated what Barry had done. "Feels nice, Barry. Is that all?" "No it ain't, that's jes' the start of it. Now take two fingers and rub them up and down your dick. That's what the older kids call it. I'll do the same." Tom forgot about Barry being there as his dick felt more and more alive. Vibrations were traveling up and down his legs and he was breathing heavily. Suddenly he stiffened and cried out "Oh, Oh." His penis vibrated and jumped, sending wonderful feelings all over his body. Soon it ended and his head hung down in fatigue. Next to him Barry was laughing at him. "You did it. Great huh? I'm goin' finish this now. You kin watch." Tom watched closely. Barry used all his fingers and stroked wildly his legs out stiff and his mouth open. Then he gasped and hiccupped and grunted and fell forward, his head hanging like Tom had. "Oh shit, that was a big one." The next day they found themselves purposely at the same log. This time Barry took control. He took hold of Tom's penis and stroked it. Tom felt that nothing on Earth could rival the great feelings Barry was producing. This time when he orgasmed he almost screamed. Barry grabbed him and hugged him to comfort him. When he calmed down Barry said, "Now you shag me." Tom pretended that he was doing it to Ben. He softly felt the shaft and tickled the balls. He retracted Barry's foreskin and passed his thumb over the head. Barry was panting. "Oh fuck Tom, that its so good it should be illegal. I going into my cum soon, I kin feel it. Oh, this is great." He began to shake and his body began to lift like he was fucking. Suddenly he threw his head back and howled. "Jeez, I'm goin' die from pleasure." Tom couldn't resist. Although Barry was a little bit overweight and he had a big nose, at that moment Tom was overcome. He leaned down and placed his lips against Barry. Barry responded by putting his arms around Tom and squeezed. When they separated, Barry said, "We're like lovers. We can practice kissin' so as when we hafta do it with girls, we'll be expert." Tom was a little ashamed that he had gotten so cozy with fat Barry. Now Barry knew too much about him. He was terrified that Barry would tell the other kids, That night he bathed and got into bed before Ben even came into the room. Finally Ben finished his homework and came in. Tom pretended he was asleep. Ben washed up quickly and slide into bed. He sighed and put his arms around Tom making affectionate noises like "M-m-m". Tom pushed back against him and he could feel Ben's teenage dick pressing against his backside. Be began moving around, his penis rubbing against Tom's undies. Tom sat up. Ben jumped back. "Ben, I found out something today from Barry." "Yeah, if it came from Barry it must be stupid." "I learned about wacking off, like you do. I want to do it with you." "You're talking shit. Don't be stupid like your friend. Go to asleep and don't ever talk like that again." Tom never did. Several nights went by without any comfort from Ben, but on the third night after Tom fell asleep he half woke to feel Ben tight against his back. Ben was breathing strongly and he felt his tongue licking the back of his neck. Ben was moving against him, moaning slightly. Tom pushed back. Then Ben's hand reached into Tom's undies and reached for the boy's dick. He stroked it awkwardly from his rear position but Tom loved it. He breathed as heavily as his brother. The two rocked together until suddenly Ben cried out and his penis lurched and wet the back of Tom's undershorts. At that moment Tom felt his penis vibrate and shake like it was trying to pee. He moaned until it was over then fell asleep. The next morning Ben woke him up. "You sleep okay?" "Fine, same as usual." Ben nodded his head. And so began the subterfuge. The heavenly make believe. For Tom's eleventh birthday, Ben gave him a radio that he had saved for. Dad told the boys that things were improving at his job and they might be able to move to a larger apartment and the boys could have their own rooms. Both boys said, almost at the same time that they didn't mind bunking together. Dad patted them on the head. "That's real nice that you boys want to help out. We'll see." Thirteen year old Ben was one of these adolescents who could pass for years older, maybe fifteen. Tom loved the hair that was growing on Ben's arms and legs. Even his muscular ass had a faint downy covering. Tom seemed to stay like a kid, hairless, except for a nice bush over his cock, same color as his straw hair. His penis was growing. It was much larger than his brothers and he thought that Ben was jealous. Ben's cock was much fatter though and had an interesting downward bend. There nighttime secret life continued. Now when Ben stroked Tom, Tom would actually shoot a thin watery discharge that Ben licked off his fingers as if it was honey. Tom wished he could get to wank Ben but to do so would require some nighttime engineering which might spoil their game. It was a few weeks after his birthday that Tom determined he would pleasure his brother directly. He stayed awake after Ben had fallen asleep, this time on his back. He turned toward him and watched his face and listened to the breathing. He put his hand on Ben's chest and felt the warm smooth skin. He was drawn to the pecs where the athletic boy had nubs to the sides of his developed pecs. They were now erected. He passed his hand over one. Ben made a sound in his sleep but didn't awaken. Tom slid lower, feeling Ben's belly and the faint stripe of hair that led down inside his boxer shorts. He put his hand over the crotch area. Ben's penis was pushing the fabric out. "He must be dreamin' bout somethin' sexy," thought Tom, now breathing audibly, really getting sexed up himself. He reached into the boxers from one leg opening and encountered the stiff cock, its tip wet. It felt incredibly warm. "I love this cock," he said out loud and began to pet it. With his other hand he lifted the ball sack, sticky with night sweat. Luckily Ben turned toward him so he got a better position. He began delicately stroking Ben. Soon Ben's hips were undulating back and forth as the feelings overcame him. His tongue was lolling out and he was mewling in pleasure. Tom kept up the dual pleasuring, one hand moving softly and rapidly over the cock now stiffening further and the other tickling his ball sack. Suddenly Ben gasped and almost jack knifed as his cum hit him. His cock brimmed over and shot ropes of cum over his belly and chest. Tom thought it would never end. He moaned along with his brother. Soon the shooting stopped and Ben turned away. Tom rapidly shagged his dick until he orgasmed. In the morning, nothing was said and nothing seemed changed in any way. Tom was encouraged and was determined to take this further like the pictures he had seen in a fuck mag that Barry showed him. A week went by with nothing happening at night. Both boys were real tired, Ben from his workouts with the football team, and Tom because he was studying for the midterms. But finally Tom stayed up until Ben fell asleep. He wasted no time. It was now or never. He gently turned Ben on his back. Ben seemed deeply asleep and he was a heavy load to turn. Once the older brother was on his back, Tom reached for his brothers drawers and pulled them down to his knees. His cock lay a little swollen but not hard against the boy's hairy upper thigh. The tip was slightly protruding form the foreskin. Tom rested his head on Ben's stomach and stuck his tongue out and licked the head of his brother's dick. Ben gasped in his sleep. The cock rose off the hip and stiffened to full erection pointing slightly downward, Tom lifted it and put the tip in his mouth. He could taste a little of the pre cum which just began to leak. He could hear Ben breathing deeply and lifting his hips to get more of the good feeling around his cock. Tom slide down his brother's belly and took the whole fat cock into his mouth. Ben now stopped pretending he was asleep. He put his hands on Tom's head and bucked upward and then downward. Tom realized that Ben was mouth fucking him but he was in heaven too. They both were moaning. In a few moments, Ben called out that he was cumming and expected Tom to back off but he clung tightly to his brother's cock swallowing and stimulating it with his throat muscles. Ben froze in ecstasy and then cried out as he shot a heavy load into his brothers hot mouth. Over and over again he bucked up and shot, Tom swallowing each time. At last he stopped and Tom had to leave his brother's cock because it was becoming too sensitive. He moved upward and kissed Ben. Ben returned the kiss, but he seemed to suddenly realize the import of what he was doing and he turned his head away, then turned his body and tried to get back to sleep. Just before he slipped into a dreamless sleep he mumbled for Tom's benefit. "Don't expect me to ever do that for you." As the months went by their Dad was smiling more each night at dinner. He announced that in one week they would be in a larger house. Tom knew he would miss the warmth of his brother in his bed but there was no way to dissuade Dad. They moved. About the same time Ben began to tell Tom about "t;his girl". "I really like her. We've been doing some foolin' around and I really get off on it. She's hot!" he said smacking his lips. One night Tom slipped into Ben's room. He thought that he may have interrupted Ben in a jerk off session as his underwear was off and he was on his back. "Here let me do that," Tom said. Ben said, "Tom come over here." He took Tom's hands in his. "Tom I am having a ball with Peg. It feels just right. She will do anything I want...you know....sex things. You ought to get a girl of your own." Tom nodded and said, "Maybe," He reached down to touch Ben's cock. "I mean it brother, get a girl," he slapped Tom's hand away. Tom never did get a girl, but he did find someone who looked a lot like Ben. End