Date: Sat, 07 Feb 2004 20:17:25 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: HOT LITTLE BROTHER - Chapter 1 HOT LITTLE BROTHER - Chapter 1 - new series for incest/high school (Mike's story) --by Eric L. *** ADULT FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please put MIKE in your email subject. Thank you. --Eric ~~~~~~~ DONATE to Nifty ~~~~~~~ _________________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` HOT LITTLE BROTHER - Mike's Story - Chapter 1 It was a hot day at my high school. It was one of those days when every cute boy I passed looked at me, smiled at me, or talked to me. Not about sex, of course. The sex was in my head. By the time school let out, I was dying to jerk off. I needed to get to the boys room in the basement. I went in the direction of the nearest down staircase, as I had done many times before. I had some time before my bus came--God only knows Hannaker High was known for late busses. Sometimes the drivers would wait as much as ten minutes for stragglers. I could see it if we were a grade school, but this was High School. You're supposed to be organized and on time. And it wasn't fair that those of us who were on time had to suffer for those who weren't. To hide the living proof of my being horny, I held my books in front of me as casually as possible. But before I could get to the staircase leading down to the secluded boys room, a kid from my math class nabbed me and asked what the assignment was. I was walking as fast as I could to get to that all-important staircase. "Mike! Mike! Hey, wait up." "Oh, hi, Stan," I said, "What's up?" "Can you give me the math assignment? I missed it." Yeah, and I knew why. From my desk, I had a good view of Stan's lap. He was boned and tenting with at least 12 pounds of stress on the cloth of his pants by the time Mr. Werner gave the assignment. Hmm... I wonder who he was thinking about. "Sure, Stan, why not," I said, my mood and my dick deflating slowly. I went to the nearest bench and sat. Stan followed. "Mike--do you have a date for the prom?" Stan asked. Our Senior Prom was just a week away. "Yeah, I asked Debbie." Debbie was a "good" girl. Never expected sex, petting, not even a kiss. She was my cover. "You're lucky," Stan said. "I asked Stacy, and she turned me down. I'm worried--I don't know what to do. I'd do anything to get a date and have this worry over with!" "I can get you a date, but you'll have to do a few things for me." "NO shit? Sure, anything, man!" "Ok," I said, "follow me." "What are we going down here for?" Stan asked tensely as we headed down to the damp, seldom used part of the school. "You'll see," I said, as we walked down the long hall leading to the old gym bathroom. Stan was a senior, too, but he was smaller, thinner, and basically a nerd. A nice guy, though, and not bad looking. He got along with most of my crowd because he did track, and we reluctantly considered him a jock. Not a real smart nerd, though, because he got left back somewhere along the line, so he was 18. Most seniors, including me, were 17. I was the third string quarterback on the varsity football team--not a real glamorous position, but glamorous enough for Stan. Because Stan was small and sort of the frail type, he was easy to dominate. Plus, Stan was insecure about his acceptance into my group of friends, so he was easily led. John Ericson, a fullback on the team, once got Stan to write a term paper for him. So, I knew Stan was putty in my hands. But, I wasn't going to force Stan into anything, or be mean. I just had a need I thought he would fill without too much prompting. "You gotta pee?" I said, standing at a urinal and whipping out my half-hard cock. "Um, well, Mike--I-I--" "Yeah, you do. Give it a try, Stan. I hate to pee alone." Sure enough, Stan took the urinal next to me and gave it a try. He unzipped, and soon was doing nature's work. "So, um, what's up, Mike?" "Take a look," I said, waving my hardon. Stan looked. He stared actually. His eyes popped open. I swear, he looked like he'd break out in a sweat, but it was too cool in the musty bathroom. "H-how did you know?" How did I KNOW? Oh, God! How lucky could I get? If I was reading him right, Stan was telling me he wanted to suck my dick; probably even telling me he was gay. "Just instinct," I said, walking to one of the stalls with my cock out, standing up nice and proud. "You like my dick?" "Oh, yeah, Mike. It's beautiful. You know you're hot." "Cool!" I said. "But what about the rest of the guys?" Stan said, keeping his eyes glued to my dick. "Are you kidding?" I said convincingly, "I would never tell them what I do, or what you do. And I won't. You can tell if you want to--but, that might be risky." I didn't say it to Stan, but I would die if I did anything with another guy and someone found out. "Yeah," It'll be our secret, right?" Stan said, practically drooling by this time. "Yeah," I said. Then Stan reached for my cock. I pulled away suddenly. "Wait--you haven't sucked any other guys have you?" "No. I swear, Mike--nobody." "Okay--I just had to be sure. You can't suck me if you did anyone else." "I swear--I never thought I could, and I won't." "Okay. You better not even think of sucking anyone else, or you won't be able to suck me anymore." "You mean--you'll let me do it more than once?" "If you're good." "I promise, I'll do it good!" "Okay. I'm real horny, Stan. Hurry up and kneel down." Amazing. He fell for it and dropped to his knees. He put the head of my cock into his mouth and closed his lips around it. My dick jumped a mile. Stan's mouth was so hot. "Come on, Stan! That feels good but--Ohhhh, yeah!" He was slowly stroking my dick with his full mouth, and making me feel so good. The bell rang. "Hey," Stan said nervously, looking up at me, "that's the first bus bell, and I gotta--" I put my hand on Stan's shoulder, and tried to hold him in place, but he was a lot stronger than I thought, so I let him go right away. "Go ahead, go. But I'll remember this, Stan!" "I'm sorry, Mike! I'm really sorry! I--" "Next time, I'm making you blow me twice." "Okay, Mike--anything you want. Th-three times if you want! I'm sorry," he said, fixing his pants so his own boner wouldn't show through. "You'll have to suck my brother, too," I said, just to make Stan nervous. I had a 15-year-old-brother, Scotty, who was very cute, and had half the girls in the school after him. No way was I gonna tell him anything, much less get him involved with this. Stan didn't know that, of course. Scotty was so straight--and he was convinced I was, too. I wanted to keep it that way. "Okay, anything! See ya, Mike." Stan said, looking back over his shoulder to me as he left the bathroom. The door closed with a thud. I could not believe I pulled this off!! I had a guy begging to suck my cock--and he would do it anytime I wanted. No way could I tell anyone, though--I didn't want my friends thinking that maybe I was gay along with Stan. Plus, coach would shit a brick and I couldn't risk getting thrown off the team. Damn! I had a problem. Now I was so horny, I could fuck a hole in the wall. I fixed myself and got out of there. By the time I got to another boys room and jerked off, it would be too late and I'd miss my bus. I got my sweater out of my locker. It was long enough to hide my tenting pants, but I felt too weird to get on the bus with the other guys. My face was hot, so I knew I was still blushing. Plus my heart was racing, and I wasn't sure I could look or act normal. I took a cab home from school. The bouncing of the cab made Mike Junior so hard, I thought I'd cum in my pants before I got home. My only hope of blowing a load, which I think I needed to do worse than any other time in my life, was to get home and take matters into my own hands. If my brothers cooperated and either weren't home or were busy playing, I'd have it made. My biggest worry was Scotty, my 15-year-old brother--he and I shared the same room, unfortunately. And if he was home, that would be it for me--except for the shower. But if any of us took a shower after school, the others knew it was to jerk off, and I was in no mood to deal with the teasing. David was our oldest brother, he was 18, and when I came in the door, I saw him, in his underwear as usual, grabbing a snack in the kitchen. Scotty was yelling something to him from my room-- and I walked double time to get there. "Oh, today Mikey has the horns, huh!" my supposedly sweet, wonderful but definitely cute little brother said. I had let my guard down and taken the sweater off. "Fuck you," I said, in the way we always did to each other. "Yeah you wish!" Scotty said, still looking at the tent in my pants. I had HAD it! I was horny and not in the mood for Scotty's mouth, even though he wasn't saying anything bad. "Maybe I do wish. Maybe I'll have you suck it first." Scotty closed the door. David could be a prick sometimes when Scotty and I went at it. "I dare you to whip it out!" Scotty said, laughing. So I did. "Okay, brave boy. I dare you to SUCK it!" Scott's eyes went wide, from the look of my dick or what I'd said, I wasn't sure. Then I was struck with inspiration. "Okay, Scott. I already know about you and sucking dick! So you better get on your knees before I start telling David." David would kill Scotty if he thought he did anything sexual with a guy. At that point, I wanted nothing to do with brother-sex, but if he was willing to blow me this once, I was desperate enough to overlook who he was. I was just desperate. "Save your voice, Mike," Scotty said softly, and went to his knees. I was so stunned I couldn't talk. At first, he just toyed with the head, mostly with his tongue. Then, he took almost all of me into his mouth, and slid up and down a few times. I was really disappointed when he stopped, sliding his mouth off Mike Junior completely. But, instead of giving up, he held it gently in his hand and looked it over. Scotty looked Mike Junior over real good! Then I understood what he was doing--he was admiring my cock. Really admiring it! "Mmm," was Scotty's only comment, as he seemed satisfied he'd seen every millimeter of my dick, and slid his lips over it again. "Oh, geez, Scotty!" My knees were knocking by then, and I still didn't know what to say. "MMMM! MM!" Scotty moaned, as if he were a starving man and my dick was his food. It was obvious, Scotty was really enjoying himself. He slid off again. "Been wantin' to do this for a while," my little brother said, looking at my dick and slipping it back in his mouth. I didn't know if I should answer him. He was into such a great rhythm, and going down on it all the way. "Oh, yeah, Scotty! You really okay with this?" That was a mistake because he stopped sucking. My little brother looked up at me sheepishly. I looked back and saw he was crying a little. "Don't tell Dave or dad or anyone, please?" My heart did a leap. I had never seen Scotty so submissive and meek. A part of me wished I had never done this, because that same part of me hated seeing Scotty reduced to groveling and cock worship. I refused to think of him as a cocksucker, or any of those names, even though he WAS sliding my rock hard dick back into his mouth and pumping it in and out all the way. "Don't worry, Scotty, I won't tell a soul, ever. You're making me feel so good, bro!" "Mmm!" he said, vibrating my dick to higher heights. Again he slid off me. "Mike--any time you're horny, just tell me and I'll take care of it, please, okay?" "You know I will, bro. And you, too," I said unthinkingly. "Huh?" Scott said, stopping his fantastic blow job and looking at me. "You wanna do it back to me?" Fuck! Now I was in deep shit and I put myself there. We both froze in those positions--Scotty on his knees, looking right up at me, and me standing there with my throbbing cock against his hot, little-brother face. I stared into him. He was so fucking cute! Something then happened that never happened before. My dick throbbed and I craved him. I craved Scotty, my younger brother. "Yeah, I think I do, Scotty" I said. "Get naked!" I started stripping. "Oh, yeah Mike! I'll make it definitely worth your while--I promise!" And--chatterbox that he was--he went on and on, excited as hell, like a 15-year-old does, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I felt so much more mature than him, and I was only two years older. I watched Scotty undress. Cute wasn't a strong enough word. He had light brown hair, big, emerald green eyes, tight little muscles on his 5'7" 135 lb. frame, with smooth skin and just a wispy patch of hair around his dick and under his arms. He had cute little button nipples, and a gorgeous ass. He gleamed. Why didn't I notice all that before? I wasn't bad--blonde, blue eyes, a good build like Scotty's, only a 17-year-old version. I was cute, too. "Damn," I said as he pulled his briefs off and his rally stiff 15-year-old boner popped against his stomach. "Where'd you get that thing?" It was not only hard, it was wet, and very red. Scotty smiled. "It's my one claim to fame, Mike!" "How big is that?" My younger brother had a huge cock. "At least seven, last time I measured." "Hot," I said, not believing what I was seeing or saying. Scott's smile was contagious. He hugged me. The warm hug felt so good, I hugged him back. "Lock the door," I said. "Okay." We didn't have to worry, after all, because we both heard a deep voice say, "Later!" as the front door closed. David was gone. Scotty and I were home alone. He clung to me. There was a certain sensual mood to what he was doing. He lowered his head and kissed my shoulder. I wasn't sure I was ready to kiss my brother. Scotty kissed my shoulder about 20 times. "Is that okay?" he asked. "Yeah, Scotty." Then Scott backed up a bit and just looked at me. There was something in his look, his face, that hypnotized me. We stood there, our noses only inches apart, our eyes locked. I couldn't understand this. But I was pulled in. Apparently the eye lock got to Scotty, because he pressed his lips to mine with deep, desperate breaths. My cock throbbed, poking up into his balls. I guess I liked it. He felt the pressure of my dick and knew what that meant, because he dropped to his knees real quick to resume his very good blow job. I wasn't ready to shoot, but I did. I shot my load into my hot brother's mouth, and he did his best to swallow. I shouted, yelled, practically screamed as the hot white stuff jetted out of me harder than ever. "Ohhh," Scotty said with the sexiest smile I'd seen on boy or girl, "my big brother liked what I did." "Oh, yeah I did, Scotty," I said softly. This time, I kissed HIM. ______ erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com HOT LITTLE BROTHER - Chapter 1 More to come? If you write to me, please put "Mike" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. --Eric Other stories by Eric L. . . . That's me! :-) . . . see below. HIGH SCHOOL: 1. I-drooled-for-brad (boy meets boy) Brad .../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/ 2. Erotic-dreams (boy meets boy) .../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/ 3. crazy-for-the-boy (boy meets boy) Matt .../nifty/gay/highschool/crazy-for-the-boy/ 4. Mike and Scotty - the story you just got through reading INCEST: 5. my-sons-sexuality (dad finds son Kevin is very receptive) .../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/ 6. i-wanted-my-dad (son Peter finds dad is very receptive) .../nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/ None of my stories involve coercion or people being nasty, dirty, etc. None. HOT LITTLE BROTHER - Chapter 1 - Mike's story