Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 10:00:32 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Charlie and Marty Charlie and Marty Copyright 2010 By Lee Mariner This erotic short story is intended for ADULT readers only. If you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading this type of material, or should you not approve of such material, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER. This story is copyrighted у by the author. It is not to be copied, posted or archived on any web site nor is it to be reproduced in any manner without the authors written consent. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED. The Nifty Archives are authorized to post this story in accordance with their policies for posting materials. My friend, David, has done the proof reading and editing. I am grateful for his assistance. Y Y Y Y Y Y It was early August and for the third time, I was trying out for our high-school varsity football team. Veteran players were required to try out along with the wannabes for the eleven team positions even though most of us had been playing for the past two years and a couple more if the junior varsity years were counted. There was always some grumbling but we knew it was the head coaches way to keep the best of his past teams and wean out the weaker players. We were in the third day of try outs and the coaches had steadily increased the pressure, waiting for the weaker kids to drop out. It was a steady grinding process of gleaning the best from the initial group of applicants. After a grueling week of tryouts combined with intra-mural scrimmages, our head coach scheduled a Saturday afternoon scrimmage game with Mercerville High School. Mercerville was not in our district but, they were pretty good, and we looked forward to playing them. Our team and theirs played each other to a standstill until the last ten seconds of the game. We had reached the twenty yard line on a long forward pass. The team wanted to go for the last play but with only ten seconds left to play the coach went for a field goal rather than take a chance with a Hail Mary play in the end zone. Kevin Zeller, our field goal kicker, was a good but thirty-seven yards was out of his range or so we thought. When he trotted out on the field, a deathly silence descended over the entire stadium. Only the grunts and heavy breathing of the players could be heard after the snap of the ball to the holder. When the ball sailed through the uprights it was as if we had won a super bowl. Everyone on our side of the field went berzerk and Kevin was sandwiched between several players pulling at his arms and beating his shoulder pads. It wouldn't have surprised me if he didn't have crushed ribs when it was all over. Luckily, he didn't but, I bet he had his choice of any of the sweet assed chicks that evening for the after game dance. As for my choice after having seen Kevin's package, I would have let him screw my virgin ass or any hole his substantial cock would have fit into. Unfortunately he was not so inclined and my virgin ass remained virgin; at least for then. Hell, to get right down to it, there are several studs that I would have loved to make it with. I can't count the times that I went home after practice with lovers nuts only to wind up jerking off in my bedroom or while sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. My fourteen year old brother, Charlie had walked in on me unannounced a few times when my cock was ready to shoot its load. He stammered and stuttered with his eyes wide open like he was embarrassed and, he backed out and closed the door after I hollered at him but not until he got a good look at my hard seven-inch uncut cock. It wasn't as if I minded Charlie seeing me with a hardon. I didn't mind that at all, but not when I was in the middle of a jerk off session. I knew from experience when he was using the bathroom a little longer than necessary, what he was doing. Hell, I had done it enough myelf, and I had seen his several times. For his age, he had a nicely developing tapered cock; maybe four-inches or so soft After the game, I went to the locker room with the other guys but, I didn't take a shower. Playing almost a full hour of football had really left me bushed and horny from so much physical contact that always resulted in plenty of crotch play. After putting my gear in my locker, I dressed and left without even getting a glance at a couple of guys that turned me on. Paul Cooper, the teams senior quarterback was hung like a friggin horse and he had the body of a Greek god. He was hot as hell, and I would have crawled through shit to eat his nut cream and let him drive his schlong up my shit chute. I always had a hard time keeping my mind or eyes off of him when we were in the showers. Every now and then he caught me ogling him. He would grin, give me a quick wink and shake his half-hard cock teasingly as if saying, "want some of this, its all yours." I thought that was kind of funny for a guy who was known to ball every cute chick on the campus. Anyway, as much as I would have loved crawling into bed with him, it was just a fantasy. ееееееее The garage doors were open indicating that my Dad wasn't home from work or he was playing golf with our neighbor, Mr. Krutz. His son, Billy was fifteen, almost two years younger than me. He had caught me jerking off in our garage when I was almost fourteen years old. After that, we both went through puberty together and it didn't take much for either one of us to drop our pants and jerk off. Whenever we rode our bikes through the park woods we would find a secluded spot and jerk off. When we went to the movies, we sat in the top row of the balcony seats and jerked off. In geography class, we sat in the back row, and our desks were next to each other. More than once he would have his geography book standing on his lap open with his hard cock hidden by the size of the book. Just watching him playing with his cock made me hard but, I wouldn't jerk off like he did, I wasn't that gutsy . Besides, jerking off in the boys bathroom was a lot safer and I'm pretty sure a couple of the other stalls were being used for the same purpose. There was one thing that I never figured out about Billy. There were a couple of times when we jerking off that Billy acted like he wanted to do something other than just jerking off and if he did, I probably would have let him but, he would have to make the first move if that is what he wanted. I wasn't sure if Billy was gay but, if he was it was his problem not mine. I knew that I was sexually different than the other guys because of the way I felt when around the guys but not the girls. I knew from the way a feeling of excitement would spread through my loins and my cock would start to get hard that I wanted to have sex with a guy but, I didn't know how to approach someone like Paul Cooper. He probably would have knocked me silly and then it would be all over the school that I was queer. Girls never made me feel anything but, I kidded around with them and dated a couple of girls to keep up the reputation that I was straight. That was it though, no playing around other than feeling each other up or maybe a wet smooch. After rolling my bike into the lean-to shed that dad had built for our bikes, I went through the back door into the kitchen. My cock was half-hard and I wanted to get to the solitude of my bedroom but my Mother stopped me. "Martin, aren't you home early?" "Just a little, Mom, the coach cut us loose early; he had a meeting or something," I said. "It was probably a teachers meeting." She replied. "Do you have homework to do?" "Yes ma'am, we are supposed to write a short essay on the 'Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire' and turn it in by next Monday." "Your father called and he will be about a half an hour late getting home. He and Mr. Kratz were going to play a few holes of golf. I'll hold supper until then, and that will give you time to work on your homework or what ever it is that you are supposed to do, and clean up for supper." She said. "Okay, Mom," I replied. "Is Charlie home?" "Yes, he is in his room doing his homework. I told him about your father and supper," she hollered over her shoulder as I bounded up the stairs to my bedroom. ееееееее The first door off of the stair landing was Charlie's bedroom and mine was the second door. His bedroom was a little smaller than mine and only had one window. After our older sister had left for college, I got her larger bedroom. That separated Charlie and me from doing things that brothers usually do together. The third door was the bathroom that we shared. Mom and Dad's bedroom was on the first floor with it's own bathroom. The rest of the second floor was unfinished and used for storage. Dad had carpeted the stairs, the hallway and both of our bedrooms after our sister left. The carpeting cut down on the noise of us moving around and in the winter it made it a little warmer. When I reached the door to my room, I glanced at the bathroom door, and it was open. Since the door did not lock, we had agreed that if the door was closed one of us was using it. That would, supposedly, prevent either one of us from walking in on the other. It didn't work, at least not all of the time. It surprised me when I opened the door to my room and found the bed unmade. Mom was a stickler about making beds and, I knew I had made mine before leaving for school. For a moment, I wondered who had been in my room and then I remembered Mom did laundry and cleaned our rooms on Mondays. 'I'll make it up later.' I mused, closing the door behind me, and tossing my knapsack on the bed. I pulled my sweat shirt and undershirt off before sitting down and powering up my computer. Punching a couple of key buttons and entering my password, a gay porn site that I had recently found flashed on the screen. Kicking my shoes off and pushing my jeans and briefs down around my ankles, I opened a segment titled 'Boy on Boy Sex". Clicking the 'I'm over eighteen' button, a window opened showing two gorgeous teenagers laying head to toe sucking each others cocks. My cock sprang to attention and I could feel my nuts moving around, churning to release a load of thick nut cream. Pushing my jeans and briefs off one leg at a time, I leaned back in my chair and spread my legs. My aching cock rested on my stomach and droplets of pre-seminal fluid dripped from the urethral canal opening, pooling in the cavity created by my innie bellybutton. Gripping my cock with my right hand, I moved the mouse around with my free hand to where I could open more windows showing the boys playing with their huge cocks, sucking and fucking each other in turns. The models were good looking, blond and magnificently built. Their cocks looked like they both had at least eight-inches of hard meat and they were circumcised. 'God.' I whispered softly. 'I would love to be part of a threesome with two studs as hot looking as they are'. I didn't know that my brother was standing behind me. I was sitting with my back to the door and I was so involved in getting my rocks off that I didn't hear the door open. The cream in my nuts was boiling and I could tell from the way my nuts were tightening up that my load was about to erupt with the cataclysmic force of a volcano, and cover my chest with lava hot creamy cum. 'Jesus,' I groaned, arching my back, my muscles tightening as I succumbed to waves of euphoria that swept over me. I was oblivious to my surroundings until two hands slipped over my shoulders and cupped my hard nipples. 'What the fuck,' I exclaimed, startled by the completely unexpected intrusion. Dropping my burgeoning cock and grasping the intruders wrists, I looked up and saw my brothers face looking down at me. For a brief moment hot anger welled up inside of me, and but for the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, I might have clobbered him. 'Jesus Christ, Charlie,' I said, suppressing the urge to yell at him. "You scared the shit out of me. What the fuck do you think you are doing?" "What I've been wanting to do but was afraid to ask," he replied softly, lowering his head next to mine and kissing my cheek. "Marty, please don't get mad at me, please. I've been wanting to have sex with you ever since the time I saw you in the bathroom sitting on the toilet jerking off," he replied as he removed his hands from my grip and backed away. 'You have been what?' I exclaimed softly, glancing at the door and twisting sideways in my computer chair to face him. "I...I was hoping we could do some things together like other brothers do, that's all," he said softly, his eyes glancing from the door back to me as he spoke. I remained sitting while Charlie was talking. My semi-flaccid cock and slack balls had slipped down between my thighs and were resting on the chair. It had been some time since we had our own rooms and, I hadn't seen Charlie without a shirt much less completely naked. He was a little heavier but not fat. His stomach was flat with the beginning of twin rows of abdominal muscles, and his chest muscles were thicker and more defined. A large dark aureole highlighted rigid, twin, nipples at the apex of his chest muscles.. 'Jesus,' I mused, 'he has really grown.' The thing that surprised me the most was the growth in his crotch. His dark almost black pubic hair had thickened and his partially flaccid cock hung over sizable balls. It looked like it would be at least six-inches in length when fully erect, and probably as thick as mine. I felt a tingling in my groin, and my cock stirring and starting to stiffen as I ran my eyes over my younger brothers unblemished body. 'Damn, he's hot,' I thought, quickly averting my eyes and, trying with little success to avoid a hardon from looking at my brother. Squeezing my thighs together tightly in a futile attempt to hide my swelling cock, I looked at Charlie and said, "If you are suggesting what I think you are suggesting, brothers don't have sex together, Charlie. It's not right." We stared at each other, not say anything for what seemed like an eternity, and try as I could, I could not will my cock to soften. 'God help me for the way I'm feeling,' I mused as Charlie moved to face me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his rigid cock and heavily laden ball sac. Kneeling before me, he placed both hands on my thighs, and looking into my eyes he very softly said, "who says it's not right, Marty?" He had thrown my question back at me and while every fiber in my body screamed 'no', I couldn't deny the intense desire that was building within me to make love to him, "I don't know, Charlie." Smiling sensuously, he gently squeezed my thighs and said, "Me neither, Marty, but, I don't think it makes any difference. I think you love me as much as I love you, and I think you want it as much as I do." He was right, I did want it, and a lot more than either of us knew. ееееее I could hear the change in his voice and the quickening of his breathing as he slipped his fingers between my legs and felt my steel hard cock. "Jesus, Marty, your cock is bigger than the last time I saw it in the bathroom." "So is yours," I replied, glancing down at his smoothly tapered six-inch hardon thrusting out from the thick bush surrounding it's base. "I've grown some but, it's not as big as yours is," he said, smiling at me. "Oh, maybe not right now," I replied. "But, you might catch up one day." Scooting a little closer, Charlie wrapped his fingers around the steel hardness of my cock. My muscles tightened at the feeling of someone touching my cock other than me, and I inhaled deeply at the ecstatic sensation.. "Charlie, Charlie," I moaned softly, closing my eyes as he started a slow piston-like movement with his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around my cock.. Slowly, teasingly stroking my cock while he stroked my thighs with his free hand, he whispered, "It feels good doesn't it Marty? I've been wanting to do this with you ever since I started jerking off but, I was scared you would get mad at me like you almost did a minute ago when I put my hands on your chest. The feeling of Charlie stroking my cock sent erotic sensations spreading through my body. Maybe I should have stopped him but for some reason I wanted him to continue stroking my cock until I shot the load I felt increasing with each piston motion of his hand. I never suspected my brother might be as gay as I knew Iwas but right at that moment, I was more concerned with the way he was making me feel. My cock throbbed and my nuts were tightening along with the familiar tingling feeling that filled my burgeoning shaft just before ejaculation. "You've almost got me there, Charlie," I gasped, breathing harder as he increased the speed of his pistioning fist. My mind went blank except for the intense desire to shoot my load. My hips automatically started meeting each downward stroke of Charlie's fist, and in the depths of my need to cum, I heard, Charlie breathing hard and saying, "Cum for me big brother, " A surreal feeling of ecstasy engulfed me and it was as if Charlie and I were one person. Groaning loudly, hot streams of sperm rushed through the throbbing length of my swelling cock, exploding with cataclysmic force. "Oh yeah, Marty, that's it, do it," Charlie growled, squeezing me tightly as my hips with uncontrolled robotic force drove my erupting cock in unison with his piston fist through the sperm-slick cylinder made by his fingers wrapped around my cock. "Jesus Christ," I gasped, inhaling deeply and gripping Charlie's shoulder with one free hand to steady myself. My breathing slowly returned to normal and my cock was slowly softening. Charlie was still kneeling beside me, his one hand covered with my sperm. Gently stroking his hair, I said softly, "I don't think I've ever cum that much, Charlie, it was fantastic." "You did cum a lot, Marty," Charlie said, grinning at me as he slowly milked the remnants of sperm that remained in the urethral canal of my partially flaccid cock. Running my fingers through his thick hair and tangling my fingers in its luxurious softness, I closed my eyes and let my muscles relax. I was enjoying the sensation of Charlie's fingers gently milking my cock when without warning, the sudden unexpected warmth of his mouth engulfing my cock swept over me. I sat motionless for a second, entrapped in an inexplicable feeling unlike any feelings I had ever experienced. "Charlie," I gasped, "what the fuck are you doing?" Withdrawing his mouth from my cock, he looked at me, his eyes glistening. Grinning impishly, he said, " Sucking your cock like the boys in the pictures that you were looking at were doing," he answered, with a twinkle in his luxuriant brown eyes. "But, Charlie," I stammered, powerless to stop him while at the same time wanting to feel his hot mouth to sucking my rigid cock. I had never experienced the feeling of erotic rapture that that was a result of him sucking my cock and playing with my balls was generating. All I could do was succumb to his ministrations and experience the erotic waves that washed over me and plead, "Don't stop Charlie, for God's sake don't stop, it feels so fucking good." Charlie had over half of my burgeoning cock in his mouth and I could fee an intense pressure building in my nuts. When he pushed the foreskin back from the crown with his lips and washed the crown and glans with his tongue, I couldn't restrain the deep-chested moan that rolled over my lips. "Charlie," I moaned, "I'm almost ready to cum again." I heard a mumbling sound, as he continued squeezing and sucking my cock, with one hand while he sucked, he used his free hand to play with my balls. I felt the pressure building in my nuts and my cock swelling and hardening just moments before rivers of cum erupted with almost volcanic force, gliding down his throat and overfilling his mouth. I felt the excess nut cream saturating my thick pubic hair and dribbling onto my nut sac. A tremor of sexual bliss spread over me as my cock softened and my breathing returned to normal. Charlie pulled the foreskin back from the crown with his fingers and squeezing firmly he drained the remnants from the urethral canal, The exotic feelings driving me into a fit of surreal ecstasy. It was as if I was wrapped in a soft blanket of euphoric fog, my heart beating wildly, unrestrained, matching my breathing. Breathing heavily and holding his head firmly in my lap, I caressed his soft hair. His breathing slowly returned to normal. A lethargic feeling spread through me and the muscles of my loins felt weak. It was a different feeling of weakness unlike the feeling that swept over me after jerkng off and blowing a heavy load. I felt a satisfying drowsiness and a tickling sensation in my loins as Charlie sucked the cum from my pubic hairs much like a calf sucking his mothers teats, demanding milk from her udder. 'Jesus,' I thought, after what has happened, and if Charlies is gay, it might be the link that would bind us together forever. ееееее After several minutes, Charlie turned his head to the side and laid his soft cheek on my cock and thigh. Slowly moving one hand over the muscles of my left buttock, he whispered, "That was great, Marty, did you enjoy it?" "You will never know, little brother, you will never know just how much." I said, continuing to massage his ribs and running my hand over his unblemished, satiny soft back muscles while I said, "how about you Charlie, would you like me to do it for you?" "Not right now, Marty," he said as he lifted his head from my lap and looked down at his groin. "I could probably shoot another load but, I cum twice while I was sucking your cock." Looking down in the direction he was, I could see his flaccid cock resting on his ball sac. Small droplets oozed from its urethral opening. Further down between his legs there was a large wet spot on the carpet and looking closely it might dry and look like a creamy lotion but, I doubt it. Tousling his thick brown hair and chuckling, I said, "If that is one load, Charlie, you must have been saving it up and, we better clean it up before mom cleans the room." Jumping up like a jack-rabbit, Charlie said "I'll get a wet wash cloth from the bathroom." "Easy, Charlie, not so fast, I've got a better idea. How about we take a shower together and afterwards, we can clean it up." He had a stunned look on his face and his lower jaw hung slightly open. It was a second or two before, like a little kid, he squealed and threw his arms around me. Squeezing the two of us tightly together he said, "For real Marty, you aren't kidding me are you? Everytime I take a shower, I've always wished it was you and me." "Nope, no kidding. little brother," I said, breathing in deeply and gazing into his excitement filled eyes. "Oh, Marty, I never thought about sex making anyone feel the way I do but it has showed me one thing," Charlie said as he snuggled closer kissing my neck and pressing our soft cocks together. "And just what would that be?" He moved his hands up and down my back and kissed my cheek. I could feel his heart beating like a trip hammer. "I learned how much I love you, Marty," he said softly. "I've always loved you because you're my big brother but, I didn't love you the way that I do now." My heart swelled to almost bursting as I listened to my younger brother. I had felt the same way he did but, I knew we had a lot to learn about each other and our feelings. "Charlie," I said softly. "I feel the same way but, we still have a lot to learn about sex and each other and, that will take a some time. Watching pictures on a computer or reading about it is only a small part of making love or learning about why we feel the way we do." "I know that, Marty, but loving you and learning with my sexy stud brother is going to be a lot of fun." ееееее We were right, we did have a lot to learn, and we had fun learning just what gay sex was. Over the next few years and while we were in college, David developed into a good looking, magnificently built young man. I called him my 'David' and he would grin and pose for a second or so before taking me in his powerful arms and after a passion filled kiss, he would tell me how much he loved me. I never tired of hearing him say it. After graduation, we found apprenticeships with a reputable firms in the professional world of architecture. We did very well and eventually opened our own firm. We both reached six-foot although I thought he might be a centimeter or two taller. Our weight as we grew older, was never a problem as much as it was with some guys. We kept memberships in our local " Anacan Gym and Fitness Center." We worked out two or three times a week, and Charlie got more than his share of envious looks. I didn't do that bad myself but seeing other guys looking at my 'David' filled me with pride. Both of our endowments eventually reached a full eight and a half inches in length and five inches in girth. Charlie outdid me by a few centimeters but it made very little difference to either of us. The length and girth of our cocks only satisfied a physical need, the real inner need was filled with loving each other. Some people call that being a "Queer or Faggot." We prefer to think of ourselves as two guys that loved each other regardless of whether it was or was not approved by society or any individual. Our parents passed away barely a month apart. After charitable bequests, we inherited the remainder of their estate. It was more than we knew it was, and we were able to do what we wanted without worry. ееееее FINI ??