Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 19:54:26 -0400 From: Dom R Subject: Hot Younger Brother - Chapter 6 HOT YOUNGER BROTHER CHAPTER 6 Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga THE BROTHERS: Pete, 17 Todd, 14 WIN TODD'S BATHING SUIT (or mine)!! WRITE TO PETE AT: Dom6789@hotmail.com (Ok, you really won't win, but write, ok?) CHAPTER 6 ______________________________________________________ I had my baby brother, Todd, folded in half in the missionary position. This was the first time we had tried anything anal. I was so excited, I didn't have time to be nervous. The build up to this had been an incredible journey of cock and other kinds of teasing. All my forbidden fantasies were flashing inside my head--like, covering his mouth with my bigger, stronger hand and just shoving my dick up where it belongs . . . and many others. Todd felt the wet tip of my dick pressing lightly on his hot, fourteen-year-old hole, and he told me to go for it. After expressing some doubt, I went ahead. I screamed like a Karate expert ready to chop a cement block with my bare hand, and jabbed my body--my hungry cock--into him far enough to pop the head in, and just enough to make his skinny little body jump with fear. I'm sure he thought I had jammed all seven inches up him in one push. "Yeeeaaahhgghhh!" I yelled, as I popped the head in. "Oh OW! Oh, God." "It's just the head little bro." "Shit! You scared me." "How's it feel, now?" I asked, leaning over and licking his nose, lips, and chin. "Feels great." "Come on, Todd, this is your big bro and I got my dick in your ass. It doesn't hurt?" "Well, maybe a little," Todd said, then wiggled his butt from side to side. "Oh, God, YEAH!" my brother said dreamily, "You got the tip in. It's so hot." I guess Todd was nervous. I didn't dare plunge into him, yet, but still, his first time--it had to hurt, even if it was just the head in him; and Todd's butt muscle was clamped around the skinny part of my dick, just behind the head. "You know this is my first time, Todd." "Mine, too, Pete" "I was hoping." I changed the angle of my dick in his butt, just to see what would happen--what effect it would have. "OW! Oh, fuck--Pete, oh, oh, UHH!" I changed back to the original angle. "Sorry Todd. I'm gonna stay put for a while--let you get used to me." I grit my teeth and promised myself I would not move my dick in him, until I was sure he was ready for it. "Whatever you just did, it felt great!" "I can hardly stand this not moving shit! I'm gonna go in slow, all the way." Before Todd could answer, I was probing my fourteen-year-old brother's virgin butt with my throbbing, hungry, first-time cock. I sank slowly, trying not to hurt him. "Oh, Todd! Oh, oh, YES!" My dick had never felt anything so good, so hot, so tight. "Ow, OW!" "Ok, Todd--I'll go slower." Finally something gave way, and my little brother's passageway opened up to me. My cock slid in easily. The speed and sudden, slick hot feel of the grip of his insides, put me right at the edge. "Wurphhmmm." Todd made only hot-sounding, little moans, punctuated by his sharp, sexual breaths. "Oh, yeah, Todd! I--URRRRGGHHHH!!! Oh, oh, Ahhhhh!" "Pete, oh! I can feel you. I can feel it," Todd said lovingly, half dazed. As for me, my body seemed to do everything automatically, while I came, shooting more times than I thought possible, while my brother's body became a hot glove for my big-brother cock, and sucked the cum out of me. My dick felt so good, I thought, 'Everyone has to feel this once before they die.' I remember us smiling at each other, a towel, then nothing. We zonked. ------------------ Showering and getting dressed for school, the next morning, we played too long in the shower. We had taken turns sucking each other, almost to the point of cumming, and were ready for the cum round, when we realized we were running late, and it was time to get dressed. "Oh, shit!" "Oh, fuck." We both spoke, holding our nuts, smiling, but it was no joke-- we'd teased each other too long, and were rapidly developing a killer case of blue balls. As we dried off, my balls ached like they were falling off. I knew I'd get a worse case than Todd. I was right--I WAS worse off than Todd, who volunteered to suck my balls gently. I let him, thinking it would help. Because it excited me and made me hornier, my nuts started to hurt worse, and that was soon obvious to Todd. I was half bent over, my face distorted in pain. "Pete--I'm sorry," Todd said, half in tears, "I didn't know sucking your balls would make it worse." "It's ok, I didn't know either." From reading the blue site, I did know that blue balls was caused mostly by precum that collects as you get more sexually stimulated, and most of the precum flows into the prostate and makes it swell. They said that putting a dildo inside yourself would press against the prostate and push out most of the fluid, relieve the pressure, and bring the pain down, though it wasn't instant relief. Problem was, we didn't have a dildo. Poor Todd looked totally distressed, watching me suffer, wanting to help, I was sure. "Pete, what can I do?" Then it hit me. "Fuck me, Todd." "What?" "Come on, bro, you heard me--fuck me. That'll push the excess fluids out of me and take the pressure off. Ow! We can just throw our old gym clothes on, and still be on time." "Oh, yeah, cool," Todd said, remembering he'd read the same article, and sounding very matter-of-fact about it. That part disappointed me--Todd's lack of passion. I badly needed relief from the pain, and I knew Todd could do it with his ever-ready boner, but it just wasn't right. I wanted Todd to feel more than an orgasm for his first time, and I didn't want him feeling that he was just servicing me--pain or no pain. Todd reached for the lube. I suddenly saw a tense look on his face. "No, we better not." "Are you sure?" my brother asked, looking relieved. "Yeah." "Pete, if we leave you like this, won't it hurt, the whole day?" "Nah," I said, lying. "I'll probably be fine in an hour or two." Even though I thought Todd wouldn't understand, I was tempted to tell him how I wanted his first time to be special, not just a quick jab to help me feel better. The part of me that was hurting--my balls--sent a different message. They wanted Todd's cock up there to give the needed relief, while I jacked off and got rid of all that fluid. I was ready to change my mind when Todd started to dress for school, and it was too late. I dressed, too, and was amazed at how much it hurt to walk with clothes on. I did my best to hide it. "Meet me after 2nd period," I said to Todd, as we got of the school bus, separated, and headed to class. Todd looked at me strangely, because we always met after second period--like he was asking, why would I make a point to tell him that. My first two classes at school went well, in spite of the weird way the pain made me walk. The saving grace for me was that we had an extra fifteen minutes now, after second period, because of the handicapped schedule. Still, I wanted to waste no time. Instead of waiting for Todd to walk the whole way to meet me, I walked in his direction, knowing the route he took. "Hey, Pete," Todd said happily, his face brightening when he saw me so much sooner than he'd expected. "You're walking funny." "Don't ask questions. Meet me in the basement, in the old boys room." I was desperate and blurted out my instructions to him. Todd's face dropped anxiously. "Don't worry, nothing's wrong--just hurry. Use the stairs. I'll take the elevator." We took different routes to the basement to avoid detection as a pair. Teachers tended to ignore a student who was alone. I arrived seconds before Todd--with enough spare time to grab some liquid soap and hold it in my palm. As I'd expected, there were no other boys in the bathroom. "What's up?" Todd whispered as he entered the old, musty toilet. With the liquid soap in my hand there wasn't much I could do for myself. "Lock us in that last stall, pull my pants down, and fuck me. I got the lube in my hand--soap." "You gotta be kid--" "Todd, just hurry, ok?" I felt bad. This was going to be far worse for his first time--the basement boys room. It's a good thing neither of us had to actually use the toilet--there was plywood covering the toilet bowl in the stall I'd picked. I had my back to the toilet bowl as Todd clicked the stall door shut, locking it. "Cool--plywood! I got this all worked out Pete," Todd said, unzipping me and getting the bottom half of me naked. Then, he reached for his own zipper. I'd forgotten that Todd needed to undress, too. "Sit down," he said--which was totally contrary to the way I had envisioned this. I hesitated. "But--" "Pete--just do it. I got it all worked out!" "Ok." Todd was the organizer in the family, so I just went along, after covering the wood with a few layers of toilet paper. It was actually half-comfortable to sit on. "Cool," Todd said, kneeling and kissing me. He was hot, my little brother. He was flushed red hot. I guess the suddenness of it all caught him by surprise and didn't allow any inhibitions to kick in. His kiss was passionate, which made my cock, and therefore my balls, throb--but I couldn't complain at this point. Todd was enjoying himself. He would force the fluid out of me with his cock, and I would cum, soon enough. Before I knew it, he lifted my legs and I gave him the lube. In seconds, he slammed his not-so-little brother cock up me in one thrust. Between Todd's startled moans of pleasure, my shouts of pain and pleasure, there was no way to tell who was feeling what. Except I felt his hot pulsation as he shot his stuff into me. When it was over, we were in a sweaty heap--in the missionary position, moaning in short, breathy gasps, with Todd on top. I had about a gallon of brothercum oozing out of me, and I saw an angelic look on my brother's face that told me this was one of many thousands of times that he would be fucking me. "Well, does it feel better?" he said, still panting, and with his bright, innocent smile. He wiped his dick off and started to get himself together. For as passionate is Todd was at the start of this, he sounded so detached, now. "Umm, yeah. Thanks Todd. All I have to do is cum now to complete the process." "Ok, Pete. Well, I can--" The bell rang. "Oh shit!" I yelled. "Pete," Todd said, "what are we gonna do?" "Nothing we can do," I said bravely. "Just go on to gym. I'll meet up with you later." "Oh, God--I'm sorry Pete . . . no, wait, I don't have gym today--I got newspaper, 2 periods." "Ok--well, I'm gonna forge a note from dad to get out of gym, and go jerk off, or sleep, or something." "Ok, see ya," Todd said, exiting hastily. I felt empty, disappointed. Yes, Todd had put some passion into it, at least at first--but there was something lacking. My heart sank. Maybe it wasn't as hot for brothers because they're used to each other? I knew that wasn't true for me, but maybe it was for Todd. Maybe his emotions hadn't matured yet like mine had. I started to think probably Todd had just been nervous--having sex in school--but then I remembered all the other times Todd and I had come down here to this abandoned boys room, just to talk, and never got caught. I left the room with tears in my eyes. I managed to remember to write and drop off my gym excuse. Sitting through Spanish class was hell. If it wasn't the pain and pressure in my balls driving me crazy, it was my need for more tenderness--more than maybe Todd was able to give me. I knew I should just stop thinking all this, and give it time. After all, Todd and I were brothers and loved each other to start with--there had to be a way for that to show up in our sex. My last thought before the bell rang was, 'I hope he doesn't already have someone else,' which was weird because, as Todd's brother, I should know--so, why would I think of that? Soon it was time for gym. I was way early, again, and as I entered the locker room, the showers were full of the previous class--junior high boys, who soon began to emerge from the showers in various states of erection--as usual, mostly leaning towards the erect. As I sat on the bench in front of my locker, (with no one else around), I toyed with my dick through my clothes. It was interesting how much fun it was, seeing how many different angles I could make it go into, while hard. Playing with it had made it that much harder. I pulled off my pants and shirt, then put my gym shorts over my underwear--even though I wasn't going to attend my gym class. As I sat down, I readjusted my bone so that even sitting down, it stuck out with a very obvious bulge. I got even hotter, looking at that. It was almost too thick to be called a tent. Still, I was stunned that I got so horny by looking at myself that way. I just sat, content for quite a while, using my hand, making the tight shaft vibrate--which felt very good, in spite of the ache in my balls. After sitting in front of my locker for a while, I just stared into space, semi-hypnotized--knowing I had nothing to do for the whole period, and nowhere to go in particular. Above all, I was horny. I was willing to sell my soul to cum. I guess the silence woke me out of my daze. It was stone quiet. I looked at my watch--too early for my own gym class guys to start arriving, and too early for all those junior-high boys to be finished showering and gone already. "Hey," a voice said, half-whispering, "we got done early--and I waited." This was followed by the sloppy sound of wet footsteps, and the sight of Shawn Bradford's naked body, topped with a nervous smile. I went into a full grin as soon as I realized it was Shawn, and I could see that encouraged and relaxed him, because then he smiled more naturally. This time, I noticed he sat on the end of the nearest bench, facing me, and hunched down a little, resting his elbows on his thighs--which were spread just right to give me a good view of this hunky thirteen-year-old's sweet private possessions. He definitely could have passed for fourteen or fifteen, especially with his height and size of his treasures. Shawn's body posture communicated a lot to me--it was a pose that said this was a meeting of old friends. As I studied his face, too, his body seemed to be saying that he was planning a fun thing--a look of happy mischief. I know I felt that way--and maybe I was just reading that into Shawn's mind. It was the element of the forbidden which added to the excitement that began, for me, with Shawn's obvious good looks. His blonde hair and blue eyes drove me nuts. His face was gorgeous. And Shawn was prettier than Todd. The way this cute kid looked at you--it was like you felt an instant bond. I saw that Shawn was nearly totally erect and staring at my bulge--which I touched, just for his benefit. Even though I wasn't naked, Shawn blushed. But it was his smile that went with the blush that made my heart pound. When my eyes met his again, I smiled, encouraging him. I loved the fact that he had settled down, seemingly to talk with me, and without drying himself, or covering himself at all--yet there was his innate nervousness that made him just a little hesitant--a trait the made him more appealing and lovable. The whole encounter was so 'au naturel' that I could almost feel my cock escaping through my clothing by its own power, and flying out of my shorts, into Shawn's tight little butt. It surprised me a little that Shawn was so bold and brave --even just the way he was looking at me, with his naked body postured the way it was--leaning forward, into me almost. I took this moment to strip and give him a good look at me. We both blushed and smiled--in a friendly acknowledgement of our hormonal predicaments, and, I supposed, at our embarrassed pleasure at breaking the normal rules of behavior by brazenly sitting facing each other--totally in the nude, (and obviously aroused). This was definitely not in the rulebook. It was in MY rulebook though--I loved the look of his perfect young penis as it bobbed and bounced in total stiffness and readiness. The beauty of his dick blended with the magnificence of his body. My image of Shawn suddenly came into sharp focus: Shawn was a slim, young colt; his amazing smooth skin, and thin, tight muscles made his naked body shine. He was 13. I was 17--and at that moment, he seemed to me like a beautiful young horse, looking for advice, comfort maybe, from his slightly older friend. I knew I would love giving him that, but I also knew I wanted his body--his cute little 13 year-old body, with what seemed like a 15-year-old dick. And I wanted that in my mouth. I wanted to make love to him, cater to him, give him what he wanted, sacrifice my own pleasure for his. I wanted to please him so badly. Deep down, I knew I also wanted my cock buried deep in his virgin hole, but I was willing to wait, or even give that up completely --for him. 'Why?' I wondered. 'Why give and give, and even be willing to go home with blue balls, to please this kid I hardly know?' I had to admit, a part of me felt I knew him well--and the stirrings I felt for Shawn weren't all coming from between my legs. But I could feel, inside myself, there was more to it. Then, I thought of the intense pleasure that Shawn and I would probably be able to give each other, and decided I wanted to give Shawn the most tender, free love I could imagine. I guess I trusted that he would give back to me, without having to ask him. Suddenly I was electrified. An idea hit me. 'What was I waiting for?' I asked myself. I stood up, and Shawn's eyes followed, alternating between my face and my very wet, stiff erection. I stared at his nakedness, then into his eyes, and got him to look into mine. With a nod of my head and a move of my eyes, I motioned toward the equipment room, which was out of the way, down a narrow corridor. As I walked, Shawn followed. Neither of us spoke. Inside the equipment room, I sat down on a pile of wrestling mats that made a nice little hill on the floor. It was then I noticed that Shawn had covered up with a towel at the last minute for the walk over here, and I was all smiles when he took it off, closed the door, and remained standing. As our eyes met, he had a Mona Lisa smile. A very red-faced Mona Lisa smile. The silence was exciting. My cock agreed with that concept my throbbing exuberantly. I was pounding--balls, cock, and probably the rest of my body-- seeing his not-so-little boy dick at eye level. "Come closer," I said--the both of us nervous, but primed to be less fearful and more cooperative from the relaxation and mutual feelings of moments before. Todd sat next to me. My hands went to his underarms, and my fingers rubbed and slid down his back. His skin was incredibly smooth. When my thumbs rubbed his nipples, he made a sensual, sexy sound, and put his hot, wet hands on my shoulders. At that point, we hugged. "Was that guy your--your boyfriend?" he asked timidly, with the breathy, fearful sound of a young boy with his heart in his throat. He was referring to Todd. The day we'd first met, Shawn had seen me with Todd at the end of the day, waiting for the school bus. Obviously one of my theories was right. After seeing me with Todd waiting for the school bus, and not knowing Todd was my brother, Shawn assumed Todd and I were an item. "No, Shawn" I said quickly, "I don't have a boyfriend." Just as quickly, my hand went to Shawn's stiff, beautiful, hot-looking bone. "Oh, yeah," Shawn said softly, licking my neck timidly, as my hand made slow love to his wonderfully hot penis. I wondered if the pleasure I heard in his, 'Oh, yeah,' was due more to my touching his dick, or more because I'd just basically told him that I was single. Unfortunately, it had to be about time for the bell to ring. "I know there's not much time," I said. "No--I have a free period now," Shawn said without getting out of our hug. His hand lovingly wrapped around my dick. I could feel his face get hot, even though it was still snuggled in between my shoulder and neck. The little beauty was blushing! "But--" "I have a free period, too," I said. Todd suddenly exhaled on my shoulder--the hottest breath I have even known. It was like every ounce of him released heat into that breath, and every muscle in his body shifted. I was hoping he was expressing pleasure, now that he knew we had a whole period to be alone. It's funny how I felt chemistry with Shawn, right away, and now he seemed to read my mind. I wanted to lean forward and take his dick into my mouth so badly--but I knew that would either scare Shawn, or make him think I was just a sex hound. Actually, I liked the kid. Despite his seeming boldness, he was very shy--and very horny. He liked me, and looked up to me. He had a natural smile that went deeper than his face--a smile that I couldn't help liking. He was just a good kid--fresh, innocent, trusting. And I didn't want to do anything to hurt that. My hand found Shawn's chest, and he seemed comfortable with my rubbing him there. "I guess I should tell you more about myself," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah," he said enthusiastically, as I felt the heat in his face rise again, "ever since that day, I've been dying--I mean, curious about you." I told Shawn lots of things, including me and Todd being the only children in the house, and dad, and that we all got along. "There's something wrong, though," the kid said, so sincerely. "What do you mean?" "I don't know. . . . You need something." I pulled Shawn out of the hug so I could look at him. How could he know? How could this little, stunning, 13-year-old kid be so wise, that he could look at me and tell that I had a need? My eyes were calm, and I looked him over for a long time, holding his gaze with mine. I noticed we were both breathing faster than normal, and heavily. Still, there was a warm, mysterious smile between us. Something tight inside me suddenly released. "I think I need YOU," I said quietly. "Oh, God," Shawn said, almost crying. "Yeah," I said, and I gently put him down on his back. I took complete control. When my face hovered over his, and he gave me a relaxed smile, I kissed him. He was trembling badly. Shawn's trembling aroused me. His body spasmed, as if he'd been waiting for that kiss all his life; and when it came, it released all the springs in him. He definitely liked my kiss--he kissed back with great passion. My hands made love to him, right up to the time I pulled away to talk. Shawn took the cue and became attentive immediately. His perky, eager look sent hot chills through me. "Just do everything I say, now." I said it softly, not menacingly--but in whatever tone, it was still a very direct command. Anyway, this was not the usual thing between two students, even ones who were four years apart in age. "Ok," Shawn said good naturedly. My dick throbbed, listening to his boyish, sensual grunts, and watching his body twitch all over, as I slid into a sixty-nine position, and my finger traced a path up and down his chest. Skipping down to his ankles, I traced a path up to his groin. Another half-inch and I would have my finger between his leg and his balls. Of course, his dick was now also twitching very nicely. My finger slid under his erect cock, and soon my mouth surrounded the hot tube of flesh. His soft, warm, very moist hands made sweet love to my cock until he worked up the courage to actually start sucking me. It occurred to me that this was Shawn's first time. Now it was MY turn to tremble. I could feel Shawn struggle and shake with pleasure at each stroke of my lips on his hot, pulsing penis. "Shawn," I said softly and lovingly, turning around to look at his face, "I know it's your first time--don't worry. I just want you to know to just let it go--you know, cum in my mouth, ok?" Shawn's understanding was immediate. "Ohhh, yeahh," he said as he slid to his back and wiggled sensuously at the return of my lips to his hot rod. "Mmmm," I moaned, with his hard, hot treasure in my mouth. "Ohhh . . . Pete . . . anything. I . . . I want you, too." The kid scrambled to get back to my dick and suck it. "Cum . . . in my mouth, too," Shawn said timidly, as his hot lips electrified my cock. "Ohhh, yeah, Shawn!" Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com. I'm dying to write the next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first. Thanks. --Pete I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note. :-) RYTE A NOWT. 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