Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 03:28:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lester Creek - 4

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination and not real life. So, no real boys were involved. This story
is primarily about two brothers and their love for one another, so if the
idea of sexual activity between teen brothers bothers you, then look for
another story. If this kind of material offends you or you are not age
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Lester Creek

DONNY


"Quinn!" I yelled. I was in front of the TV and he was outside.

No answer.

"Quinn!" I yelled louder, staring at the outside door. I knew he'd stayed
in our yard and figured he was probably playing with his favorite toy truck
just under the house. Still no answer.

"Quinn! Get your butt in here!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could.

Maybe a minute later the door opened. "What the fuck is all the yelling
about?" Quinn asked with attitude.

"Potty mouth. You know you're not supposed to swear." I was trying to sound
serious but Quinn saw right through it.

"Butt hole," he giggled and then stuck out his tongue.

"Come here," I said and glanced at the couch.

My little brother gave me a wary look, but then must have decided it was
safe, and flopped down next to me. "What's up."

"Did you figure out what kind of bike you want?"

Quinn sank into the cushions. "It doesn't matter," he whispered. "It's your
money. You decide."

"You're not gonna get off that easy," I teased. "So when you go to sleep at
night and dream about the most amazing, the most awesome, the most
incredible, the most rad bike in the whole world...what kind is it?"

Quinn looked over. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I really want to know."

Quinn squirmed. "Well, I saw one of the kids at the park riding this really
wicked mountain bike. It was all black, and had gears, and looked
awesome. Besides that, it was just the right size for a kid and had tires
that would work on rough roads and stuff like we got around here."

"What kind was it?"

"It started with a T," Quinn scrunched up his face as he tried to remember.

"Was it a Trek?" I thought I remembered seeing the same kid and that's what
he had.

"Yeah."

"Those are really cool."

"They cost more than three hundred dollars," Quinn said softly. "I asked
one of the older kids at the park and that's what he said."

"You'd really like one though, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, but that's way too much money," Quinn said sadly.

"Don't worry what it costs," I said, and bumped my leg against
Quinn's. "Your big bro's gonna have it covered."

* * * *

Dad had been out on the road quite awhile and I was really hoping he'd make
it back by the 4th of July. I loved going to the carnival with him, riding
all the rides, and trying the games. Just when I thought it was gonna
happen, Dad called and told us he'd landed a contract to haul a load to
Texas. He said he'd get there in a few days, then have a two day layover
while they sorted things out and then he'd bring a load back and drop that
one off in Chicago on his way home.

"Will you be here for the 4th?" I asked, already kinda guessing what the
answer would be.

"Sorry, Donny, not this year. But you and Quinn can go."

"Okay." I sighed, disappointed my dad wouldn't be around for the holiday.

The fairgrounds, if you could call 'em that, were just down the road from
the trailer court. In fact, the farmer next door rented a section of his
land for parking during carnival time.

The trailer park moms knew all us kids would want to go, so they talked it
over and made plans. Three of the moms would make sure us kids got to the
carnival on "Kids Day" when the rides were half price. Then if we wanted to
go on other days each family was on their own.

The kid's day was fun, but Quinn and I were more interested in the 4th of
July and the extra things that would go on.

"Just so you know," my mom looked at me and my brother, "we don't have a
lot of extra money for this kind of thing, especially since you guys have
been there once already." We were putting some food and water in a knapsack
to take along. "Here's two dollars to get in, and ten dollars each for
rides and other things."

I stuffed my money in my front pocket and Quinn did the same.

"Thanks, Mom," Quinn gave Dianne a hug.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," I said softly and gave her a hug too.

"Oh, and remember, stay off the road," Mom reminded us as we left the
trailer and started walking.

* * * *

The two lane highway had a steady stream of cars and trucks heading back
and forth. I knew the reason for more traffic was because of the
carnival. There was a shallow ditch running down both sides of the road and
Quinn and I used that so we weren't walking on the road itself. It really
wasn't all that long a walk and we were soon crossing the parking lot near
the main entrance.

"Two, please," I said to the lady in the ticket booth and pulled out a
ten. I didn't want Quinn to know I'd brought some of my own money along to
help make the money mom had given us stretch a little further.

Being a holiday and all, the place was packed and there were lines for all
the rides. The one I most wanted to try was the Scrambler. We stood in line
for, like, twenty minutes and when we got to the front the ride guy looked
at Quinn and me and started to turn us away. "Too little," he motioned us
to the side, "you're not big enough for this ride."

"But..." I started to argue.

We were just about to be eased aside when the guy just behind us stepped
up. "They can ride with me and my boy," he said to the attendant. The man
looked friendly and his boy looked maybe three years older than me but he
was bigger built.

The carnival guy looked at all of us and finally agreed. As we got ready to
climb in he said, "the two little ones in the middle."

The older teen climbed in, I lifted Quinn up and got him settled, then I
got in and finally the teen's dad. The door was closed and locked, then we
all waited, anxious for the start.

I felt Quinn scoot closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him to make
sure he didn't slide around too much. I knew the ride went crazy fast. He
looked up at me and his eyes were twinkling.

"Ever done this one?" I asked.

"Nope." Quinn shook his head.

"Just try not to pee yourself," I teased.

The ride was fantastic and Quinn and I were screaming almost the whole
time. It was a good thing I had my arm around him, because Quinn slid back
and forth on the shiny plastic seat first bumping against me and then over
against the older kid. Even though he was getting tossed around I could
tell from the look on his face he was having a great time. When the ride
was done we thanked the guy for letting us share with him and his boy.

The carnival had all the usual attractions and we wandered around for a
long time being careful to choose only the rides and things we really
wanted to do. Two or three times Quinn looked at the money in his hand and
wondered if he wanted to spend it. Each time I quickly pulled out some of
mine and said "it's on me."

As the sun was getting lower we heard them announce there was a softball
game starting so we climbed into the stands, found seats, and watched. But
before the game was half-way through, our time was running out. Mom had
told us to be back by 10:00 and in bed by 10:30. When we'd complained that
we'd miss the fireworks she relented and said "back by ten and in bed right
after the fireworks." It would have been fun to see it all from the
grandstand, but because of what mom said we'd have to watch from the small
green space in the center of the trailer park. I nudged Quinn and told him
it was time to go. Leaving through the main gate, we pulled our flashlights
from the knapsack and trudged home.

The air was getting cooler as Quinn and I spread out a blanket on the green
in the middle of the trailer park. When we'd gotten settled, we were lying
side by side, looking up at the stars. The fireworks show would start any
time now. We'd been a little late getting home but mom was cool about it
and still let us stay up to watch.

"Did you have fun today?" I asked, listening to the sound of crickets.

"Yeah, it was great." The happiness was evident in Quinn's voice.

I let out a breath. "I wish dad would have been here."

"You miss him, huh?"

"Yeah, he works too much." I said softly. "He's never home."

We were both quiet for a couple of minutes.

"Can I ask you something?" Quinn asked.

"Sure."

"Are you sorry your dad married my mom?"

The question caught me off guard. I thought about it for a few
seconds. "Nah, if they hadn't gotten married we wouldn't be brothers."

Quinn snuggled closer. "Having a brother is the best."

"Yeah, the best!" I agreed.

Just then the sky lit up with the first of many fireworks.

* * * *

The day after the holiday the trailer park was a mess. Many of the
residents had used the green space as a picnic area and it was littered
with paper plates, cans, and all kinds of junk. Looking at the cans, I
wondered who had drunk all the beer. There were so many cans I decided to
ask Mr. Garvey if he'd let me have them and I'd turn them in for
recycling. "Might be worth a few bucks," I thought as I set them off to the
side.

Mr. Garvey worked me all day long, emptying barrels, raking up trash, and
generally getting the place back in order. He said he knew it was a lot of
extra work and he'd put something extra in my pay. It was dusk that I
finished the last of the chores and headed home. I decided to take the long
way and walk down by the creek. As I came to a wooded area I saw a kid's
bike in the weeds. As I got closer I could hear movement down by a clump of
birch trees. I crept closer to see what was going on. Two older kids, maybe
sixteen were sitting with their backs against a tree and were passing a lit
cigarette back and forth. One would take a deep pull and then hand it to
the other. The odd thing was that the cigarette looked like they'd made it
themselves. It didn't look store bought. Besides that, it smelled
horrible—like wet leaves burning.

"Fuck, I'm horny," the first boy said as he handed the cigarette back to
the other kid.

"You're always horny. You're a walking hard on." The second kid laughed.

"Biggest dick in three counties."

"You wish," the second kid said as he took a pull, coughed, and handed the
smoke back.

I got down low and crawled closer.

The first kid rubbed the front of his jeans. "Damn, I could really use a
blowjob about now."

The second kid smiled. "You got money?"

"SHIT! I know how much you like a dick in your mouth. You should pay me!"

"Business before pleasure," the second kid joked. "I'm only gay for pay. So
if you want me to give you a hummer let's see the cash."

The first kid seemed to mull it over, took a last drag, and handed over
what was left of the cigarette. He stood up, dug in his pocket, and began
counting what he'd found. "All I got is eight bucks and seventy-five
cents."

The second kid took one last pull on the cigarette, snuffed it out in the
dirt, and looked up. "It'll cost you five bucks more. You can pay me when
we get back to your place."

The first kid rolled his eyes and handed over the cash.

I managed to get where the grass and weeds were a little higher and lay
down on my stomach to watch.

Seconds later I heard a zipper being pulled down and the first kid pushed
his jeans and boxers to the ground. The second kid got on his knees and
started stroking the first kid's dick.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Right here in the middle of
everything one kid was about to stuff his cock into another kid's
mouth. The crazy part was that neither of them acted like it was a big
deal.

"Okay, open up," the first kid said, rubbing the head of his dick back and
forth over the second kid's lips. The second kid opened his mouth and they
got started.

I watched as the first kid bent a little so that his penis was heading
straight in and out of the other kid's lips. I couldn't take my eyes off
it. The first kid pumped away and the kid on his knees grabbed the first
kid's ass apparently to steady himself. It was obvious they'd both done
this lots of times, they weren't beginners. The other thing I couldn't take
my eyes off were the balls on the first kid. They were low hangers and
swung back and forth as he fucked the other kid's face. Seeing a kid's cock
getting sucked and his balls swinging is an amazing sight.

In just a few seconds my cock had swelled from all the excitement and was
straining the front of my pants. Sure, I'd heard about sucking dick, but
I'd never seen it. I watched as the first kid pumped away hurrying to get
his nut.

"Oh fuck, that's sweet..." the first kid moaned and closed his eyes.

The second kid gulped and a few more inches disappeared down his throat.

"Hell yeah, that's the way," the first kid grunted, "deep throat it."

The kid on his knees gulped again as I stared wide eyed.

* * * *

It was almost totally dark by the time I got back to our trailer. I knew I
was walking funny but that was because there was a big mess in my
pants. While hiding in the weeds, I'd pulled my cock out and jacked while
watching the two boys getting it on by the creek. Most of my cum landed in
the grass but not all. It was so fucking hot to actually see one guy
sucking another guy off that I'd been dripping pre-cum long before I
actually pulled my dick out. I don't think I've ever felt my dick get so
hard in my life. When I finally popped I shot three long, powerful squirts
that came out with such force they curled my toes. I'd never shot that much
or that hard in my whole life. Hurrying to get out of there without being
seen I tried to wipe what was left of my cum off my dick, but there wasn't
any other way to get it except by just moving my underwear around to soak
it up.

As I started to open the door to our place I looked down at the front of my
pants to make sure there weren't any wet spots. I didn't want to have to
explain something like that to mom or Quinn. Satisfied everything was okay,
I hurried in and headed straight to my room.

* * * *

People's brains are weird sometimes. Like when you hear a song someplace
and then for days and days afterwards you can't seem to get it out of your
head. The words and tune just roll around and around and around, even when
you're trying to get to sleep. Like I said, brains are weird.

The image of the two boys down by the creek was just like one of those
songs you can't get rid of. For days, all I could think of was how hot it
was to see the first boy pump his cock in and out of the second guy's
mouth. No matter what I was doing, working, playing at the park, watching
TV, or trying to get to sleep, my mind kept coming back to those two
kids. One day it was so bad I jacked off four times.

The other thing that happened was that I started to look at my brother a
little differently. We'd had a great time on the 4th of July. I was glad I
could make him happy by showing him around, treating him to a few rides and
then watching fireworks together. All of that drew us a lot closer
together.

* * * *

About a week after the blowjob incident, a summer thunderstorm rolled in
just past midnight. Quinn and I had been in bed and asleep for quite
awhile. The crack of lightning and a huge boom of thunder woke both of
us. I was used to storms in our apartment, but in a trailer it was a lot
different. The rain against the metal roof and siding was way louder and
the thunder seemed like it was right on top of us. So, I wasn't too
surprised when a few seconds later Quinn was crawling down from his bunk
and scooting into mine.

"Woke you up, too, huh?" I whispered.

"I hate storms." Quinn snuggled in closer and I put an arm around him.

The wind was crazy and the trailer made lots of odd noises and even swayed
a bit from side to side.

Quinn wrapped his arms around me and hung on. Neither of us said much, we
just rode it out. It might have been an hour before the main part of the
storm passed us by. It was still raining but the loud crashes of thunder
had moved further east. Quinn had gradually relaxed and eventually fallen
asleep. I must have done the same because I woke hours later and saw by my
alarm clock it was about 4:30 in the morning. My little brother was spooned
up against me, sleeping soundly.

I gently pushed the hair out of his eyes and tenderly gave him a hug. His
warm butt was nestled against me and it had given me a wicked boner. He
wore his usual white T-Shirt and undies with his favorite comic book
characters on them. He looked so cute and cuddly I couldn't resist the urge
to touch him. I lightly ran my fingertips along his shoulder, down his arm,
and then over his bottom. I paused to feel the curve of one of his butt
cheeks and gave then gave it a pat.

Quinn stirred and I immediately stopped. He rolled toward me, yawned, and
said softly, "That felt good, do it some more."

So I did. I touched him here and there, making doubly sure to feel up his
bottom and occasionally brush the front of his briefs. Quinn seemed to be
enjoying the attention.

After a few minutes Quinn opened his eyes. "Your hand on my butt gave me a
boner," he grinned.

"Boner Boy!" I smiled.

Quinn giggled.

"Want me to rub it?" I offered.

Quinn nodded and quickly shucked off his underwear, pulled his T-Shirt over
his head, and lay back. We hadn't done it all that many times, but he knew
we both liked it better when we were naked.

I stripped along with him and we were soon caressing each other with one
hand while jacking each other with the other hand. We had a pretty good
idea what the other guy liked, but it was still kind of new to us and we
were still learning. One of the things I had learned was that the base of
my little brother's cock was very sensitive and touching him any place from
there to his butt hole drove him nuts.

"Oh, Donny," Quinn moaned as I tugged his little dink and played under his
ball sack.

I traced a trail back toward his hole and he squirmed with delight. I
watched his face as he concentrated on the good feelings he was getting the
closer I got to the tiny opening. As my finger circled his pucker I
whispered, "Want me to play with it?"

Quinn spread his legs. I licked my fingertip, covering it with spit and
then headed straight back to his butt. As my finger circled the spot, Quinn
reached down and took over playing with his dick. I licked my finger
several times as I played with the muscle pushing inward slightly to see if
my finger would slip inside, but it didn't. His boy hole was just too
tight.

This is as far as we'd gone with each other. Just some touching and
jerking. Quinn would eventually tense up and "get his tingle" as he called
it and I'd shoot my stuff. But the scene of the boys by the creek wouldn't
leave my head. I was curious what it would be like to have my little
brother's dick in my mouth, but more than that I was practically going wild
thinking of him taking mine in his. My cock was throbbing and hard as a
steel post as I watched Quinn squirming next to me while he jerked. The
idea of sucking dick swirled around and around and around in my
brain. "Should I?" or "Shouldn't I?"

Finally, I made up my mind and scooted lower. "Quinn, don't freak out,
okay? I promise, this is going to feel really good." I warned him because I
didn't want him to yell and wake up Mom. I gently moved his hand off his
dick, opened my mouth, and took his little four incher all the way down to
the base.

"Oh fuuuuckkkkkkk!" Quinn squirmed and grabbed my head. "Oh shit.," he
moaned softly and pushed his cock up, trying to get more of it in my
mouth. "Oh, Donny." He whimpered. "Oh fuuuuckkkkkk."

I didn't know a thing about cock sucking but Quinn's dinkie was so small
there wasn't all that much to know. I licked it, sucked on it, and then
kissed the head for awhile. He seemed to like me sucking most of all. One
time he yelped when my teeth accidentally scraped it a little. I was more
careful after that. It didn't take long and Quinn was moaning constantly,
bucking up and down, and by the way he was breathing I knew he was about to
get his tingle.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," he grunted, each a higher pitch than the one before. It
was obvious he was getting closer.

I made sure my mouth still covered every inch and used both hands to
support his butt as he arched his back and lifted his ass off the bed. I
grabbed his cheeks and gave them a soft squeeze as he pumped his dink in
and out of my mouth.

"Oh, oh God," Quinn whispered and seconds later started to shake. His legs
quivered and he arched his back a little higher as he made a couple of last
thrusts. He held my head so tight I thought it might burst. But his orgasm
didn't last very long and soon he was collapsing back onto the bed.

I sucked one last time and then pulled my mouth off. From the look on my
brother's face I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway. "Did that
feel good?" I smiled softly.

Quinn nodded, but didn't say anything. He wasn't quite back on planet Earth
yet.

A minute later he opened his eyes. "Where did you learn to do THAT?" he
asked with wonderment.

I shrugged my shoulders.

We looked at each other a moment. Then Quinn looked down at my crotch and
my still rigid pole. It was so hard it was tight against my stomach.

"You want to put that in my mouth, don't you?" Quinn whispered.

I slowly jerked myself. "Yeah, that's all I've been thinking about since
the day after the 4th. But if you don't want to, that's okay. You don't
have to."

Quinn reached out and slowly wrapped his hand around my five inches. I knew
he was thinking it over. "If I let you, will you do it to me again
sometime?"

"Suck you? Hell yeah, every night if you want."

Quinn gave me a couple more tugs then made up his mind. "Okay, but you'll
have to tell me what to do."

I'd dreamt about this ever since seeing those guys by the creek. I knew
exactly what I wanted. "First, we need to get out of bed," I said and
climbed out. Quinn gave me a bewildered look but did as he was told.

I tossed a pillow on the floor. "Kneel on that."

Quinn got down and kneeled, then sat back on his butt.

I stepped closer and bent my dick down. "You need to be a little higher." I
bobbed my cock to show him. Quinn got in position.

"Now open your mouth and watch out for your teeth." I warned. I pulled back
the skin and slowly eased the head of my dick forward. I fucking couldn't
believe this was happening. Here I was with my cock just inches away from
my little brother's mouth about to get my very first ever blowjob.

I put my hands on Quinn's head and gently pulled him forward. "Yeah, that's
it, bro." I moaned, as I pushed the head of my cock passed his lips. "Suck
that motherfucker..."

Quinn turned out be an awesome cock sucker and it wasn't very long as I
felt on the verge of doing it. Even though I wanted to, I decided I
wouldn't shoot my ball juice into my brother's mouth. I didn't think he'd
be ready for that. So when it was time I pulled out, jacked, and shot three
strings of pearly white goo into his hair. Part of a squirt went off course
and messed his forehead, but most of it made streaks in his hair.

"You did good, Quinn," I managed after I'd finally caught my
breath. "You're the best little brother ever."

Quinn looked up from where he was still kneeling on the floor. "I am?"

I pulled him up, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a big hug and a
squeeze. "The best brother in the whole world."

Quinn grinned.

"Let's get cleaned up and back in bed," I said as I rubbed the cum off
Quinn's forehead with my thumb. We checked that mom was still asleep in her
room and made a dash for the bathroom our bare butts wiggling all the way.

Clean and dry, we curled up together in my bed and soon were fast
asleep. The storm moved on. The sun came out bright and early the next
morning and when I opened my eyes I was smiling. The memories of a few
hours earlier adding to my morning woody.


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