Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 00:14:04 -0500 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 38 ____________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! by Danny Meyer Chapter 38 - More Adventure ___________________________________________________________________ Copyright (c) December 29, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Danny: sittinhome@hotmail.com ___________________________________________________________________ NOTICE! 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The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future, in whole or part. ____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE OR RELATION TO ANY REAL PERSON, OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ The MAIN CHARACTERS list will appear only every five chapters, or so, and when a new character enters the story. See Chapter 37 for NEWEST characters, and go back to Chapter 29 for the last MAIN CHARACTER list. The lists contain descriptions and other handy info. ____________________________________________________ NEW CHARACTERS Blaine - Beemer's cousin __________________________ NICKNAMES, NAMES, and AGES Apple - Joey, 16 Beans - Mike, 18 Beemer - Brian, 11 Champ - Robby, 12 Legs - Tommy, 16 Towhead - Billy, 14 __________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, (37) . . . Presumably alone in the locker room, Tommy encounters Scott, who is hiding in the ceiling with his camcorder. After he climbs down, Scott starts to pleasure Tommy, but the fun is interrupted when Billy yells into the locker room that the practice is about to begin. Tommy and Beans (Mike) have a sexual encounter (with Tommy doing the pleasuring) in the 'conference room'--the private, tented area behind the dugout. The scene is a revelation of desire between the two. The sex is interrupted, but not before Beans promises to pleasure Tommy, later on, and Tommy promises to finish Beans off. Mike plans to take Tommy home with him after practice. Scott's name comes up, and Mike reveals his attraction to Scott. The question of who said, "Hi, sexy," to Tommy in the locker room remains a mystery, as Scott tells Tommy he did not say it. Robby and Beemer (Brian) come up missing, at the close of the chapter... "Robby and Beemer are gone!" Billy said in a panicked whisper. "Billy no--you're kidding, right?" "No--I swear. I didn't see Beemer on the field, so I went looking for them." From our field, you could see the junior field clearly. "I can't find Robby or Beemer, anywhere." "The janitor closet, second floor." "I looked there--no luck. I looked everywhere, Tommy." I remembered something, and felt the blood drain from my face. "Oh, God! There were these two big guys on motorcycles in the parking lot, earlier!" "Oh, FUCK!" Billy said. "Coach!" I said, as I ran toward him, "We need a time out!" _________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 37 - MORE ADVENTURE _________________________________________________________________ "Tommy--NO! I see them!" Billy yelled, as he ran toward them. "Never mind, coach--sorry," I said, embarrassed as hell. I saw Robby and Beemer walking toward the field, when they separated and Beemer went to his practice, at the junior field. I couldn't wait for practice to end, so I could talk to Robby and find out what happened. I was up next, and I immediately got two strikes. I just wasn't concentrating. Before I knew it, the next pitch was almost in my face, and I gave it a wild swing. Somehow, I managed to hit it. All of a sudden, there was this cheering. I couldn't believe it--I hit a home run. Just my luck, with no one on base. Still, it was a good feeling--now, we were ahead, one-nothing. After all the congrats, Billy and I went off to the side. "Billy--where were they?" "He didn't say--just that Beemer was so weak after he came, he couldn't go to his practice right away, so Robby stayed with him." "Geez! Sure glad they're back!" "Yup!" The rest of the practice game went well. Beans hit a homer with two on, in the ninth inning, and we won it, four to two. Things got interesting in the showers, afterwards. Beans had a boner, and wasn't trying to hide it. "Hey, Beans," Joey yelled, you thinkin' about your girlfriend or just happy to see us?" "Oh, you noticed," Beans said, smiling. "Like what you see? Wanna stroke it?" "Uh, no thanks," Joey said, blushing. Everyone laughed. I was relieved because I had half a hardon, myself, and I figured no one would say anything to me, after what Beans said to Joey. I noticed most of the other guys were looking at his hardon. I was, too. As much as I tried not to, I was getting harder, and I noticed Sean and Kevin were, too. It was like Marc had said--boners are catching. I looked around, and it seemed like more guys were hard than soft. I didn't dare look at Billy, but I really wanted to. I wanted to say, 'Looks like you started something, Beans,' but by then, everyone was embarrassed, and no one was talking, so I didn't. We all rinsed off, real quick, and went to our lockers with our towels in front of our dicks. Beans, Joey, and I were all together, alone in one area, dressing. We were all pretty good friends. "Hey, Joey," Beans said with a huge grin, "It's ok--anytime you wanna stroke it, just let me know." "Fuck you, Beans!" "You wish!" We all laughed. I felt more secure, now that the bottom half of me was dressed. I was getting horny, thinking about Mike's dick, and what we had done earlier. And seeing Mike so boned in the shower, and all this talk about stroking was just making me harder. Joey left, and it was just me and Beans. "Ok, Tommy. Meet you by my car, whenever you're ready. I'll go talk to Elaine and tell her I'll see her some other time. That might take a while." "Ok, Mike, no sweat." Mike had to pass in front of me to get out, and he squeezed my dick as he passed. "Mmm, yeah, you're ready," Beans said. "Well, um...yeah," I said blushing, not thinking fast enough to make a comeback. I hated when that happened and I got tongue-tied. I knew Billy would be coming around any minute, and I debated whether or not to tell him about me and Mike. I took my time finishing dressing, and finally yelled out, "Hey, Billy--you ready?" "Yup. Let's go." Suddenly I remembered about Robby, and was worried. Usually he met us in the locker room while we dressed. "Shit. No sign of Robby. He better not be lost, again, Billy." "Nah! I told him to wait for us by the fire hydrant out back." "Cool." "Hi guys," Robby said grinning, as soon as we were in view. He always had a way of lightening the moment. Beemer was with him. "Hi," Beemer said, in his usual shy voice, and looking a little embarrassed. I guess for him that was normal, knowing that I knew my brother had just sucked him off. As I thought about it, it was brave for Beemer to even be there. "Hey, Robby," I said. "Where did you and Beemer go?" "Well, nowhere, really...we--well, sorta--" "Did you guys talk to those big guys that were out here?" Billy asked. "Yah!" "You TALKED to them?" Billy said. "Robby, you can't just talk to--" "They took me and Beemer for a ride." "Oh, fuck!" "Robby--are you crazy?" I said, half shouting. "What's the big deal?" Robby said. Beemer was silent. "Those guys could be drug dealers or something." "No, they're not like that. They were reporters for some magazine--one was a photographer." "They took pictures of you?" "Yah--NO! They took pics of you guys playing ball. Said they were gonna do an article or something." "Oh, fuck!" Billy said. "What was the name of the magazine?" "He said it, but I forget." "What were the names of these guys?" "I--I don't remember." "Oh, great! Robby you're no help at all." "What's the difference?" Robby said, in the squeaky voice he gets when he's tense or defensive. "Robby," I said, the difference is you guys could have been hurt or kidnapped" "No WAY! They were nice to us." "Where'd they take you?" "Just down the road and back. They made this really cool U-turn." "How old were these guys?" "They were pretty old, maybe like twenty." "Robby, you're nuts!" Billy said. "Ok, ok, enough," I said, "Sounds like they were legit. It's just weird that reporters would be on motorcycles, but I guess if they were twenty it sort of makes sense." "I guess," Billy said. "Robby, tell us what happened with you and Beemer." "Beemer wouldn't let me suck him." "Were you scared, Beem?" "No--well yeah......sorta. Me and my cousin never did that." Beemer was embarrassed and looking at the ground. "He jacked off with me," Robby said. "Oh, you jacked off, too, Robby?" "Yah." "Well, that figures," I said. "What's this I hear?" Billy said, "You guys both jacked off?" "Yeah," Beemer said, "and he got his stuff on me!" "Oh--and you didn't like it?" Billy asked. Beemer shrugged. "It was cool." "Did you taste it?" I gave Billy a dirty look for asking that. There was a long pause, during which Beemer blushed. "No...not really." "Some got on his mouth," Robby said, "and he licked his lips. He can't shoot yet." "Robby, shut up!" Beemer said, totally mortified, and somewhat agitated over all the attention he was getting, and embarrassed over the subject of cum. "It's ok, Beem. What's your cousin's name, anyway?" "Blaine." "Cool name," Robby and I said, almost at the same time. "Yup, real sexy," Billy said. Robby and Beemer elbowed each other, and I could tell from their faces, something was up. Beemer was coming home with us because his parents were going to the lake, and we were supposed to baby-sit him. I had a feeling Robby had some plans cooked up. We had about five hours to kill before the actual game. It was getting very hot, and we were all sweaty. I was glad practice was over--the sun was really beating down on us. Just then, dad pulled up in his two-seater MG. "Hi boys. We're all going to Wilson's pond to cool off, today. Your mom's still packing things up, and will be along, soon. She's got Robby's extra swimsuit for Brian. I'll take Tommy, for now. You boys wait for her. How did practice go?" "Great," I said, "we won." "Good work, son! Hop in." "Wait--I'm supposed to go with Beans. He's waiting for me." "Beans? Who's that?" "Mike. Mike Denninger." "Denninger--good kid. Ok, go tell him sorry, but we had a change of plans." "Tommy hit a home run, dad," Billy said, "I hit, but didn't score." "That's good, Billy. You're happy for him aren't you?" "Yup. Tommy's cool." "I'm proud of you, Billy. Brian--how did YOUR practice go?" "Pretty good. We didn't play a game. I had four hits." "Good boy. Robby--did you enjoy yourself?" "Uhm, yah, dad. I um...had a blast." Glad to hear it, son. Ah, Tommy, good, you're back--we can get going now," dad said, as he got three cokes out of the cooler, and handed them to Billy, Robby, and Beemer. "You boys cool off, now, and wait right here. I'll call home and tell mom where you'll be waiting." I really wanted to beg off and go with Mike, but there was no way--you just didn't back out of family trips. Besides, a trip to Wilson's pond was a great treat on a hot day--the next best thing to the lake. It was big, and not too far away--and there were always lots of kids our age there. On the way up, dad had the air off and the windows open--even though it was hot. I wished he had the top down, but I wasn't going to complain. The wind felt good on my face. We always did it this way when we went to Wilson's Pond--dad took me in the MG, and Billy and Robby came along later, with mom. Usually my brothers helped finish the packing. It was kinda cool having dad to myself for a while. Billy always got to go to the grocery store alone with dad, and Robby got to go clothes shopping with dad, so we all had our special trips alone with him. I started thinking about Billy, and what he must've looked like naked in the shower, and I wondered if he had a hardon, looking at Mike's boner, like I did. Billy had the most beautiful dick, and I loved him so much. Before I knew it, I had a huge boner, myself, thinking about Billy, and getting into bed with him, later. Just thinking of the two of us, alone in our room with the door closed and in bed together made me think of us as more of a couple--and that was making me very horny. "Well, Tom, I hear you hit a home run, today." "Oh, yeah--Billy told you?" "Yes. I'm proud of you. Your hitting must be improving." "Well, not really--just a lucky swing." "I'm proud of the way you and Billy get along. You guys make a great team." "Oh...um, yeah......I guess we do." I could feel my face get red, and I was glad to be sitting down, because my dick jumped when dad said that. Then I started thinking about Mike and how hot he looked with his soapy boner sticking out-- right in front of all the guys. I thought if that was just me and Beans, alone in our downstairs shower, I would get on my knees and suck his hot dick, like I was doing, earlier. I started thinking of all kinds of things I could do with Beans, then my thoughts drifted back to Billy, and by then I had a hardon that wasn't going down. I worried about how I would look, getting out of the car with a permanent boner, when dad spoke up. "Well, we're here. Let's head for the changing rooms." "Um--o-ok, dad." At least I had a towel I could use to hide behind. That's another thing we always did this way--we got into our swimsuits in the changing booths, never at home, and dad and I changed, together. Usually that was cool--the booths were just big enough for two people, or three kids--but now I was sorry this was our tradition. Although dad saw me naked lots of times, no way did I want him to see me with a hardon. I had to adjust myself several times because it was painful to walk in my tight shorts. There were lots of cars in the parking lot, but the changing area was dead quiet. I guess we had hit it just right, when no one was using any of the booths. They all had doors, and it was totally private--still, it would be creepy to use one alone, because anyone could come along suddenly, and walk in on you. "Well son, it looks like we have our pick of the booths." "Dad, I um--can't change with you, this time." "Is something wrong, Tom?" Dad sounded concerned. "No, no--it's not anything that I can......I'm embarrassed...I--" "All right, son. You're old enough to have your privacy respected, although you have nothing to be embarrassed about--not with me. Just pick out a booth, and I'll use a different one." "No--I didn't......want to go in one, alone. Couldn't we just ...couldn't I just like, turn around?" "Well, I guess that would work." --TOMMY'S FATHER NARRATES-- Despite the fact that I thought my wife and I had done a good job of raising the boys, I felt blessed to have such well-behaved and good-looking children. They were good boys, and they each had their own special cuteness about them, and that was one of many things I was proud of. As I closed the door to the changing booth, Tom wasted no time undressing. His moves were quick and deft, and I had barely got my shorts down to my knees when he was bent over, pulling his feet out of his. I was amazed at how cute his pale, skinny butt looked, sticking out at me. It reminded me of my wife's, when we were first married--and soon, I had a full erection. I started to turn around, when Tom lost his footing and fell against me. I caught him and held him steady, but his back was pressing my erection against my abdomen. Surely he had to notice, and I had no idea what I could say. "Dad! That's it! You have the same problem!" "How's that, again, son?" "I didn't think yours got that way anymore, and, well...mine's the same way." I was baffled, but it was coming together for me. Well, turn around, son. "Um......ok." What I saw next took my breath away--the sight of my sixteen- year-old son, with his penis fully erect, and well over six inches. "Son--you're barely sixteen, and you're huge." "No, dad--you!" It was clear where Tom's eyes were fixed. "Runs in the family." "Oh, God!" he gasped. My son was suddenly uncomfortable. Tom had shifted his gaze down to his own erection, and there was a significant amount of pre-come at the tip. I knew this was the source of his embarrassment. "It's all right, son. Boys your age get hard all the time--and it's common to get excited enough to have fluid there. I'd be worried if that DIDN'T happen." "Really?" "You bet, Tom. Tell you what--I think you need to take care of that, unless you want everyone to see what a big boy you really are." "Take care of it?" "Sure. We've had talks about masturbation, and that it's a very normal thing for a boy to do. You're comfortable with that, right?" "Oh......right!" "I'll step outside and guard the door." "You want me to do it NOW?" "It's up to you, son, but it might be smart." "Ok." I fastened my swimsuit, and stood outside the booth. There wasn't a soul around, which was fortunate because with my back to the door, the bulge in my bathing suit was quite a sight. I heard faint footsteps, and with no towel to hide myself, I turned and faced the door of the booth, in case someone was coming this way. I became slightly more aroused, hearing Tom's stroking, and discovered a wide gap in the door at the hinges. Soon, I became entranced, watching an eager hand pump furiously on a very erect penis. There was a thump as Tom's other hand fell against the wall for support. I had a good view--of the tip of his erection and speeding hand--which was now enhanced by the sound of his shallow, erotic breaths. His facial distortion and a series of sudden, short moans told me the moment had arrived, and multiple streams of white liquid shot against the changing room wall, with considerable force. His last moan was especially audible, and if there hadn't been so much background noise, I'm sure I would have heard splattering sounds, as my son's semen struck the old, wooden surface. He certainly accomplished the task in record time. "Uhhhhhhhhh!" I heard, finally--and by then, I was desperate for a towel to hide behind. I couldn't believe how arousing the scene had been, for me. By this time, I was a bundle of guilt and nerves. It was unthinkable that a man should get sexually excited over his own child--yet it had happened, and seemed so natural. I guess Tom was a little nervous, too, having done this private thing in such close proximity to me, as he felt obliged to speak out. "I'm all done, dad." 'How cute,' I thought. "You all right, son?" "Yeah, everything's cool." "Dad! We're here!" Robby shouted, entering the changing area with Billy and Brian close behind him. "Where's Tommy?" __________ Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? Send them. DARE TO GO WHERE YOU'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE AND WRITE ME. sittinhome@hotmail.com (Danny) THANK YOU to all who wrote after the previous chapters. *** Your emails have kept me going, so far. *** Please don't stop, now. Our 'conversations' have been great! --If you want more, please write to me, Danny Meyer, sittinhome@hotmail.com Thanks. --Danny MY OTHER STORY: (Read below) ______________________________________________________________ I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school"--an S&M fantasy, in Nifty, Authoritarian. It's not really that brutal but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish. Read Chapter 1, which contains no S&M,--that will give you a sample of the setting and the tone of the story, if interested in it. --D.M. END OF CHAPTER 37 end of file