Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2024 13:08:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Good Vibes // Chapter 3 If you enjoyed this story, feel free to contact me at: werewolftoby@yahoo.com Leave your comments / criticisms / praise, or just say hi! nifty.org is a free service, and would not be possible without your donations. Copy / paste the link below into your browser to donate to Nifty to keep it going: https://donate.nifty.org. Chapter 3 by werewolftoby "What the fuck? Get out of here you little freak!" "What are you doing? Having a wank?" Little brother neither reacted with shock or horror, in fact he had a big smirk on his face as his naked older brother scrambled to cover his naked body with the bedsheets. Oliver couldn't believe it. After the stressful day at school he'd just had, being in the shit with the headteacher and his parents for goading his mate Sebastian to wanking off in class in front of everyone, all he wanted to do was relax and do the same. But his stupid idiot little nine year old brother insisted on doing this to him: barging in (sneaking really) and catching him sprawled on his back, beating off his teen meat! He couldn't even begin to get mad at him just yet, his erection was still rock hard and sticky and his face was very much a shade of crimson. "What? Not like I've not seen it before, Oli!" Complained the boy. "What's going on? Shut up up there for fuck's sake!" It was their dad, shouting from the bottom of the stairs. Oliver took the opportunity to chuck his pillow at his little brother and send him off guard before he got up and pulled on his trackies before going over to shut the door; he didn't want their mum or dad hearing what he was about to do. Grabbing Alfie by the shoulders, he dragged the lad over to the bed and threw him down on it before climbing on top and pinning him down by the arms. "Listen you little bastard..." "Hahaha what you gonna do? Get off," he didn't see the serious side. Oliver, through gritted teeth, was fully ready to beat Alfie's head in, but then the vibration happened. His phone went off by the side of the bed and Oliver just knew who it was. Alfie struggled but not too much. The brothers stared at each other for a minute before Oliver rolled off and grabbed his phone. He'd had quite enough of Alfie spying on him. He was more than a little miserable: horny as fuck, desperate to suck on Seb's hot cock, bored of his brother prying, and his parent's chastising. Checking his phone he saw a photo message, of course from Seb. "Who's that, your boyfriend?" sneered Alfie, who'd stayed on the bed, leaning on his elbow. Something came over Oliver. "Maybe," he said, and waited for a reaction. The pic message Seb had sent was of himself; naked, posing, stood on his bed, hands behind his head, a stupid fucking adorable grin on his face while he was in the act of flapping his dick around like it was a toy. Obviously the dick part of it was suffering from an unfortunate but comical motion blur. A few seconds after the message came through, the next text was: MY NEW SIGNATUR MOVE LOLOL. Oli smiled. Alfie couldn't take his eyes of the image. "Cool," he said, idly, shuffling closer to his brother. "Do you get naked and bum together?" "No," Oliver scoffed; he wasn't shy about being naked really in front of his brother. They'd seen each other naked all the time, but since he'd started puberty, getting hard-ons, he'd become a bit shyer. Other people naked didn't concern Oliver, in fact, he still thought Alfie was a bit young to understand any of it. He used words like `wank' and `shit' and `fuck' all the time but to him they were just words -- or so he thought -- now he was sharing with him this moment: letting him see a naked picture of his best mate being a dickhead. "Now you know what bumming is?" "Yeah course," said Alfie, not convincingly. "Liar," scoffed Oli. "Was it him you were wanking over?" "Yeah," said Oli quickly, before he could think. Alfie then got up and sat on his heels looking at his brother, a confused look on his face. "Do... do you fancy him, eh?" Oliver thought about it: in his twisted teenage mind, a certainty was easy to come by but would the feeling last? He decided, though, the now-feeling was true enough. Staring at the image once more, he smirked and said, "yes, fancy him," and felt all lightheaded. Then Alfie started bouncing up and down, excitedly. "What's wrong with you?" "Dunno," he said in a half-giggle, eyes darting round the room. Oliver turned off his phone and laid back, hands behind his head. Then he smiled. "Do you like boys too, Alfie?" Alife frowned, "no!" initial denial, turned into him biting his lip, slowing his bouncing, then he laid down next to his bother, close, nearly on top of him, skin against skin. "Show me your boyfriend again and I'll decide." "He's not my boyfriend," sniggered Oliver, but he brought his phone back up, and even let his arm slip around his little brother and brought him closer, before bringing up the naughty pic again, and wow. "Wow," said Alfie, as if reading his mind. "He's fit! Why haven't you replied?" Oli scoffed. "Because you're here, tosser." "Don't care," shrugged the boy. "Tell him to show you his willie..." "What? Gross, no," he said, protesting definitely too much. "Why not? Don't you want to see his knob?" When Alfie said that, he played with himself through his pants, squeezing, nipping at himself that reminded Oliver so much of himself a year or two ago. "I want to, yeah..." Then Alfie reached for Oliver's phone. "Hey, what the fuck, stop it, what are you even doing?" "Well! If YOU'RE not going to ask him!" They'd broken apart now, moment of brotherly love over. "Piss off, I'm not asking him to show me his knob! He'd laugh at me." "He might not!" Oliver had to admit, his brother made a quick and convincing case. He bit his lip. He sooo wanted to see him naked again, ALL the time. And yes, even though he'd wanked a few minutes ago, he'd definitely have another one in seconds if not for his bastard brother! "Go on, I wanna see it," begged Alfie. "He already showed me it," said Oli, with an edge of cockiness. Alfie stiffened and gawked, "what when?" It wasn't a hard decision; a part of Oliver was really proud of the fact that Seb sent him a dick pic the day before, and while another part of him didn't want to share this with anyone, he did like the fact that he COULD, that he had the opportunity and motive: to brag. So, with a cocky smirk, he scrolled through his photos and flashed the picture of Seb's cock to his little brother. He enjoyed seeing the way Alfie's eyes went wide in surprise and then shifted quickly to annoyance and denial. "That's not his." "It is, he took it in school the other day." "No way," he was convinced but also sounded somewhat sad. "I want a phone so I can see some willies." Oli laughed, "dirty fucker." After that the atmosphere relaxed and they had a relatively normal day, going down to eat without any further confrontation with their parents. In fact Oliver's dad thought it was fucking funny that his mate got his cock out and started wanking in class! Mum scolded him about that but that was all that was said about it and everyone was sent to bed. Bolstered by the fact that his little brother was very probably gay, as soon as Oliver got into bed, he proclaimed: "Am sleeping naked tonight!" as he stripped off and slid under his covers. He just knew Alfie would be curious, and yes, a second later he saw his head look down from the top bunk. He saw Oli laying there with the covers down around his hips, arms behind his head, and sneered. Oli laughed. After the lights went out, Oliver heard a lot of shuffling above him and then heard the sound of Alfie chucking his clothes off too. It wasn't that what turned Oliver on. Sleeping naked felt so fucking good. Freeing. His cock and balls were rock hard and leaking against the sheets and he pulled the sheets down and started playing with himself; pinching the soft head, grunting, rolling his foreskin up and down against the slick shaft. That felt good. He started being more open about it, letting the skin flap, slapping his cock a bit. Eventually, Alfie heard the familiar sounds and peered down. "Can I watch?" "If you want," he grunted. "Just don't say anything, you'll make me lose my stiffy." "Okay." So, little Alfie watched his brother have a wank, watched his pale smooth body writhe and as he felt the bed rock. He had seen Oli naked plenty of times, even had baths together when they were younger, but this was something new and exciting. It was like discovering something about yourself and someone else at the same time. He was too young to really understand these feelings but he knew that it made him tingle inside, and made his dick feel nice. Oliver spunked on his taut abs, whispering moans as a little flood off goo spilled into his belly button and down his hips in a warm wet gush. "Wow," whispered Alfie, biting his lip before turning over and settling naked back in bed. Oliver pulled the covers up again, satisfied, he went to sleep. The next day, Oliver woke up feeling different, older, smarter. As he was walking into school, he knew that he fancied his best mate. Although it probably wasn't reciprocated, he felt happy that he had finally found that clarity: he was gay. On the other hand, he was also pretty down because Sebastian had been kicked out of school for the next couple of weeks due to his antics, so he didn't even get to hang out with him, instead he had to sit through a pretty shitty and boring day, complete with a summer rain that fell just before he got out of final period -- P.E. -- and he started on his way home. He didn't bother changing back into his uniform as many of the lads didn't since it was home time anyway. He wore his white shorts and tee shirt under a light hoodie plus sports trainers. And it was these muddied-up trainers he was staring at most of the way until he found another pair of trainers standing in front of him, blocking his way. "Mum asked if you and your bro wanted to come swimming with us on weekend." Oliver looked up. It was Sebastian, smirking, dressed in a hoody -- not a school uniform -- standing there. "Seb?" "Miss me eh?" Oliver had to smirk. "Of course! Who else shows me their dick on a daily basis!" Seb laughed, "no-one!" and walked with Oli, slinging his arm around his shoulders. It was nice, pleasant, and despite the rain Oliver found it hard to disguise the fact that he was beaming broadly. They chatted loudly about how bored Seb was stuck at home so he snuck out to meet him after school. "That's nice of you..." "Rubbed my cock raw I've wanked so many times today, he said into hie ear, harshly, like a snarl. It gave Oliver shivers. He didn't know what to say to that, he really didn't! It made him lightheaded. "So? You wanna come swimming this weekend?" "Sure," Oli shrugged. "I'll pack my budgie-smugglers." "Ha-ha, don't think that I don't wanna see that, yeah?" "Eh?" Oliver frowned. "Nothing, I'll tell my mum you said yes." "Does my brother have to come. He's been... funny lately." Seb shrugged. "Needed extra for half-off price, and we both know he'd be on your arse about leaving him behind if you didn't bring him!" "True," agreed Oli. "He'll probably appreciate that you brought him, cheer up!" said Seb, giving his shoulders a tight squeeze. Oliver had to admit, the close contact made his head swim; he'd have agreed to do it doggystyle in the street if he'd just touched him a little. "Yeah, guess so," he added, while in reality he couldn't wait! He wanted to see his friend NAKED!! Or as close to it as he could. He wasn't keen on getting ogled at himself thought, or bringing Alfie, but he set his mind on what was important, getting a glimpse of Seb's hot cock! "Anyway, better get back before I'm missed!" "Yeah, guess so mate," he sniggered; that he'd gone to the effort to meet him after school felt super good. "See ya!" He ran off. Oliver was wet, he'd taken the scenic route from home in order to think about things more, and to stare at nude pics Seb had sent him. He was getting a nice collection. Then he scrawled through his phone some more, felt his cock through his shorts until he nearly busted then headed home. When Oliver got home, he was so horny. "Mum, this weekend Seb from school's mum and dad are going swimming and asked if me and Alfie can come too." His mum looked around; she'd been busy making tea and had her back to him. "This is the same Seb who got you into trouble yesterday?" Oli didn't think about that. "Oh... uh, yeah that's him." She seemed to think on it. "We'll see... now go get changed, your clothes are wet." Once Oliver got into his room, he found his brother sat on the floor playing his games. Alfie looked over as his brother entered sand started stripping off. Oliver noticed Alfie was only wearing bottoms, his hair was wet too, so he pulled off his wet clothes and got into sweats and then sat with his little brother for a while and played games. Then they were called down to eat. "You can go swimming with your friend this weekend if you want," said mum. "Oh, cool. Thanks mum," said Oliver. "As long as you take Alfie with you." "I know," said Oliver with a sigh. "Can I come?" Alfie asked in surprise, looking up from his meal. "Yeah, I guess so," Oli shrugged. "With you and Seb?" "Yep," said Oliver with a smirk knowing full-well Alfie was probably already thinking the same thing as him: he would get to see Seb's dick! Alfie was suddenly in a great mood, smiling, giggling, kicking his legs and scoffing his food in record speed. He was chatty and affable, and that brought up the mood of their parents before bedtime. "Haven't been swimming in a long time," said their dad. "No, maybe next time we'll all go together," said mum. Oliver didn't like that; there was nothing cool about going swimming (or doing anything) with your parents when you're trying to impress someone! Still, it was nice hearing from them that they thought they didn't get out enough together. He smiled and shook his head. At bedtime, Oliver and Alfie stayed up a bit when they should have been asleep. Just after Alfie got back from a midnight visit to the toilet, he checked on Oli, who was turned away from his obviously pretending to be asleep. He sat on his bed and shook him. "Oli... hey Oli," whispered Alfie. Oliver had been doing his best to ignore his little brother but eventually he just gave up. "What?" and turned over. "Are you sleeping naked again?" "Yeah," said Oliver. "Think I will as well." "Go on then," he said with a scoff; he couldn't care less that Alfie was basically trying to copy him, but he wasn't exactly flattered either. Every older brother wanted independence from their bratty kid bros didn't they? Conversely, little brothers wanted to do everything bigger brothers did. Did that also apply to boys? Oliver risked it: "Alfie, do you like boys?" "Yeah, think so," said Alfie without even needing to think about it. "Me too." They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then Alfie said, awkwardly, surprisingly shyly: "Can I sleep with you?" Oliver searched his brother's face for answers but in the end all he saw was insecurities: a little boy unsure of himself, whom needed big brother tonight. He smiled and said: "Get naked and get in then." Alfie grinned broadly and stood up, pulling his pants down and climbed into bed behind his brother. It was a tight squeeze but Oli was happy for the company. The warm breath on the back of his neck he tried to imagine as Seb's and he fell asleep with a big goofy smile on his face, happy, and looking forward to the future days. END.