Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2012 09:05:37 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: Mirror, Mirror - 6 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mirror, Mirror Chapter 6 "Ready?" Cameron asked as Bryce got settled in his wheelchair. "I guess." Bryce looked at the entrance to the High School and took in a deep breath. It was the first day back. Cameron knew their mom had been on the phone to the Principal days ahead of time to make sure Bryce would have everything that he needed. She'd been assured the school was ready for him. Cameron had made some calls of his own. He'd called some of the kids; after all it was his brother. Some years ago when the school district had added on to the gym they'd also made sure the old building was made handicapped accessible. At least getting around wouldn't be a problem. "Okay, let's go." Bryce sighed and started pushing himself toward the door. His mom had wanted to come along, but Bryce had told her he could handle it. "Geez, I'm not in kindergarten," he'd complained. Cameron held the door open and Bryce made his way inside. As Bryce headed toward his locker Cameron saw a crowd of kids waiting for them. There were smiles, cheers, even applause. Bryce was embarrassed by the attention. About half were guys from the soccer team. Bryce looked down at his weak left leg. Cameron wondered if his brother would ever be able to play sports again. Bryce's locker had been decorated with signs, crepe paper streamers, and "Welcome Back" was spelled out in cut-out letters. Cameron stayed a couple of steps behind. This was all for Bryce, and he didn't want to take even a tiny bit of attention away from him. The kids carried on for several minutes and Bryce got a bunch of hugs from the girls. If he noticed Caitlyn wasn't there, he didn't say anything. Mr. Fleming, Bryce's American history teacher came down the hall. One look from him and the kids hanging around scattered. "It's good to have you back, Bryce," the usually stern teacher said with a genuine smile. "Thanks." Bryce looked a touch uncomfortable. "Don't worry, I'll help him catch up on his school work," Cameron offered. He didn't want Bryce to be in trouble on his first day back. Mr. Fleming smiled. "That's fine. Let's just not have a repeat of the pop quiz fiasco." "Don't worry, we don't look much alike any more," Bryce muttered as he moved his wheelchair closer to his locker. * * * * Bryce wondered how long it would be before he'd be able to walk well enough to leave his wheelchair at home. He could manage short distances, but his left leg wasn't strong enough to carry him for long. His left arm was also weak, but it seemed to slowly be getting better. He was glad that once he made it to one of his classes he could get out of the chair and take a regular seat. It felt good to be just like all the other kids. * * * * Cameron had recruited a small army of Bryce's friends to be on the look out for him and to be willing to help if he needed something. Cameron shared some classes with Bryce, but not all. He wanted to make sure that if Bryce needed help there would always be someone close. But, for all his planning, Cameron had overlooked one thing. "Cam?" Bryce asked softly as they left the cafeteria after lunch and headed to world history class. "Yeah?" "Will you help me get in the bathroom?" Cameron couldn't believe he'd totally forgotten about that. "Yeah, sure." Bryce looked at the urinals and then at the stall. "I'm not sure if I can stand for that long." Cameron took his brother's books and tossed them in one of the cubbies by the door. "Just tell me what you need me to do," he said as Bryce wheeled over to the handicapped stall and pushed the door open. Bryce maneuvered himself in, turned his chair, and locked the wheels. "Give me your arm to hold onto," he reached out with his right arm. Cameron figured out where he needed to be and watched as Bryce got to his feet. `Okay," Bryce nodded. He was a little unsteady but was otherwise doing alright. He looked at the toilet, undid his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. After he'd unzipped, he pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees, and then stepped over and sat down. "You okay?" Cameron asked. "Yeah." "Call me when you're done." Bryce grinned. "It won't take long. I only need to pee." Cameron chuckled and started to leave. "Hey," Bryce stopped him just as he was about to open the door. Cameron turned. "What's that?" Bryce stared at the front of Cameron's jeans. Cameron was embarrassed he'd been caught. He'd boned up while watching his brother take down his pants. He was a little worked up. "You know what it is," Cameron giggled. Bryce reached down, aimed his dick a bit lower, and started to pee. "You can't go to class like that!" he teased. The boys exchanged a look. Bryce glanced toward the stall door. It was closed and locked. Cameron wondered if they were thinking the same thing. He rubbed the front of his pants with the flat of his hand. Bryce looked amused. "So if you say I can't go to class with a hard on, how about giving me a blowjob?" Cameron laughed. Bryce snickered. "Hell no! Only gay guys do stuff like that," he teased. Cameron gave him what he hoped was a playfully disappointed look. "But, if you take it out, I might jerk you off." Cameron's eyes twinkled. "You would?" "Fuck yeah, it'll be fun!" Bryce giggled. Cameron couldn't remember the number of times he and his brother had used the words "it'll be fun," and as a result had landed in some kind of trouble. "Come on, let's do it," Bryce urged. Cameron listened for the sound of any other kids in the bathroom and didn't hear any. He gave his brother another quick look. Bryce gave him a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Okay, but we have to make it quick," Cameron warned and quickly unzipped. He pushed his pants down just enough to get his dick out. He stepped closer to the toilet and Bryce reached for him. Bryce wrapped his fingers around Cameron's cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Both boys smiled. "Feels just like mine," Bryce chuckled. "Duh!" Cameron laughed. "We're fucking identical twins, it ought to." Bryce grinned and worked his brother's dick a little faster. "Do you always get this hard?" he whispered. Cameron thrust his hips forward and started a slow fucking motion. "I think doing it here is what's turning me on." What he didn't say was that the real reason he was this hard was because it was Bryce that had his hand on his cock. Bryce varied the speed and the angle of his strokes. He rubbed the head like he'd done when the two of them had jacked in his bedroom. "Move a little closer," Bryce said softly. Cameron took a step nearer. Bryce was using his right hand. Cameron was surprised when he lifted his weaker left hand and started to feel Cameron's sack. "Oh fuck, that's really nice," Cameron moaned. "The therapy guy keeps telling me to use this hand more." Bryce chuckled and lifted one of Cameron's nuts for emphasis. "But I haven't had the guts to ask him if he means I should switch hands when I jack off." Bryce grinned. The stroking and the giggles went on for a couple of more minutes. Then the boys heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. They froze. Cameron pushed Bryce's hand away from his cock. There were footsteps. "Hey, what's going on in there?" a kid asked from the other side of the stall. Cameron's heart raced. "Uh, I'm just helping my brother. He's in a wheelchair." "Cameron? Is that you?" Cameron finally recognized his friend's voice. "Oh, Aiden, yeah it's me." Bryce snickered and again reached for Cameron's cock. "Well, I was sorry to hear about your brother's accident and all." "Thanks," Cameron said quickly, and then smiled as Bryce got back to work. Aiden wasn't finished. "Bryce?" "Yeah?" Bryce looked up toward the top of the partition. "I hope you get better real soon." Bryce grinned, squeezed his brother's dick tighter, and stroked a little faster. "Uh, yeah, thanks, Aiden." Cameron could see Bryce was trying not to break into a fit of giggles. "Well, talk to you later," Aiden finally mumbled and stepped away. "Oh, and if either of you guys need a hand with anything, just let me know." Bryce made a little snorting sound as he muffled a laugh. Cameron couldn't fucking believe what was happening. Here he was standing in the boy's bathroom with his cock out, getting a hand job from his brother, while casually chatting with one of his friends. Bryce looked up, there was mischief in his eyes as he pumped Cameron's dick harder and faster. There was a flushing sound, then the noise of water in the sink, and then finally the bathroom door opened and closed. "Fuck, that was close," Cameron laughed. "Talking about close, you almost there?" Bryce teased. Cameron put his hand down and took over from his brother. He'd had almost three years of practice and knew what it took to get his nut. He closed his eyes and thought of the sexiest thing he could think of: Bryce on his back, his cock rock hard and Cameron straddling him. Cameron could see himself reaching back and guiding his brother's cock head to the spot and then ever so slowly sitting down. The silky smooth head would gently slip inside him, followed by the hard shaft. In his fantasy he wouldn't stop until he had taken every inch and could feel his brother's nuts pressed against his butt. He knew the feeling of having Bryce's penis inside him would be awesome! As Cameron thought about what it would be like to be fucked by his brother, he jerked faster and faster. Bryce reached for Cameron's sack again and played with his nuts. "Almost," Cameron grunted. "Fuck, almost," he groaned. His legs started to tremble and he felt the magic getting closer and closer. Cameron opened his eyes for a second when he remembered his dick was aimed right at Bryce. He turned slightly just before three long, hot spurts shot out the end. "Shit..." he moaned and jacked harder. He kept cumming, one incredible squirt after another. It felt like it would go on and on. But far too soon it stopped. He did manage a few more drops, but then he was done. "Fuck, I've never seen that much cum!" Bryce chuckled. "You shot all the way over there." Cameron looked. Several gooey trails of boy cream were slowly sliding down the partition. Cameron grinned. As they watched, the stuff oozed down further and then dripped onto the floor. Both boys smiled. "You should leave it there." Bryce laughed. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing. "It'd be really funny if some other kid walked in and saw cum on the bathroom floor." Bryce tore off some toilet paper and handed it to Cameron. He was trying to keep his sticky cock away from his underwear. The warning bell rang and they both knew they had less than three minutes to get to class. "Hurry the fuck up." Bryce smiled as he waited for Cameron to zip and to help him back into his wheelchair. "I'm trying." Cameron giggled. Even so, they were five minutes late. The teacher seemed willing to give them a break. After all, Cameron explained, Bryce needed a little more time. Somehow he knew this wouldn't be the only time they'd use that excuse. * * * * Bryce was tired. He was glad school was finally over for the day and he could get home. His arms ached. Pushing himself around in his chair was hard work. He didn't want to ask for help because he hated the looks he got from other kids when they saw him being wheeled from place to place. It looked almost as if they were thinking he was lazy. At least if he was doing it himself they seemed to cut him a little slack. Cameron hadn't shown up yet. Bryce got what he needed from his locker and slammed it shut. As he looked down the hall he saw Caitlyn. He was just about to yell and wave her over when he saw Mathew Sorenson walk up and put his arm around her. "What the fuck?" Caitlyn laughed and gave Matthew a quick kiss on the cheek. It was obvious the two of them were together. Bryce wondered how long they'd been going out. "She shouldn't have done that to you," a girl said softly from someplace behind Bryce. He turned and saw one of the freshman cheerleaders. "Is she his girlfriend?" "Yeah, when you were in the hospital she wanted to go to the fall dance and Mathew said he'd take her. A week later she was telling everybody he was her new boyfriend." Bryce gave Caitlyn a sharp look. "No good bitch," he said under his breath. The girl gave him a sympathetic look. "Do you need help with anything?" Bryce looked at the girl again. Ashley Weathering was one of those girls with an amazing smile, sparkling personality, long blond hair, and in her cheerleading outfit a really nice ass. "Um, well, I guess you could push me." Bryce decided he'd head for the entrance and Cameron could meet him there. Ashley giggled, "Here, hold my books." Bryce put the girl's books in his lap and sat back. "So, why'd you stop by my locker?" Ashley giggled again. She seemed to do that a lot. "I watched you play soccer a few times and when I heard you'd been hurt I wanted to help out." As Ashley pushed him down the hall, Bryce got a whiff of her perfume. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder as if to tell her something. What he really wanted was a better look at her tits. He saw the perky little mounds were already well developed. "Thanks, this is great!" he smiled. "You're welcome!" Bryce frantically tried to think of something else to say. He was suddenly speechless. "Must be a game today, huh? I mean the uniform and all?" "Yeah, JV football." "I wish the soccer team had cheerleaders." Ashley leaned down and whispered in Bryce's ear. "I do, too. I think soccer guys are way cuter than football guys." Then she laughed. When they reached the door Bryce handed Ashley her books. "Want to help me again tomorrow?" The girl smiled. "Sure, why not?" Bryce grinned. * * * * The phrase was stuck in Cameron's head and he couldn't seem to shake it. Bryce had said it in the boy's bathroom. "Only gay guys do that," He'd been referring to blowjobs. Cameron was disappointed his brother had said it in the way he had. Then he'd seen Ashley Weathering pushing his brother down the hall. Bryce had seemed far too interested in her. After everything Cameron had done lately to help, it hurt to see Bryce's attention turned so easily. The truth was that the way Bryce was looking at her, Cameron was pretty sure his brother's hormones had already been kicked up a notch. Cameron lay in his bed, trying to sort out his feelings. The fact Bryce had offered to jerk him off was encouraging. But Ashley could be a problem. Cameron fluffed his pillow a couple of times and tossed and turned for almost an hour. He couldn't sleep. It wasn't that late. He'd finished all his homework and then had crawled into bed. He'd brooded about Bryce and Ashley for awhile but then had become bored. He decided to jack off. He got his homemade toy from his desk drawer; a slim round-tip marker. Then he picked up the hand lotion. He put some of the creamy white stuff on his butt hole and then some on the marker. Rolling onto his stomach he reached back and slowly pushed the slippery thing between his cheeks. He liked being face down and ass up. He slowly inserted the thing and then pushed it further into his rectum; he wondered what it would feel like if it was some guy's dick going up there. When he was satisfied it was deep enough he pulled his pillow closer and rested his head. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he raised his ass, and started to thrust. * * * * The cell phone on his desk tweeted, it was a missed call. After ten minutes of jerking, Cameron had shot his load and then snuck bare ass to the bathroom. He had missed the call while he was busy washing up and taking a pee. He dialed voicemail, entered his code, and waited. "Cam? This is Mark." The voice was low and breathy. He seemed to be whispering. "I know you're probably busy with your brother and all," the kid paused, "but I wondered if sometime you might want to come over again?" Cameron felt his stomach flutter. "I mean, I think we could have lots of fun!" Cameron flashed back to the last time he'd visited. It had been great! After a few preliminaries, Mark had unzipped him and taken off his jeans. Cameron had slipped out of his underwear and Mark had given him an amazing blowjob. They had been interrupted by Mark's mom coming home early, so Cameron hadn't had a chance to return the favor. The more Cameron thought about it, the more interested he became. Mark ended the call with, "I hope you come over again. I promise you'll like it." The display showed Mark's call back number. All Cameron had to do was touch the redial button and his phone would do the rest. He rubbed his finger along the shiny edge of the device. He was trying to make up his mind. He thought about Bryce and everything that had happened. There wasn't any doubt in Cameron's mind about how he felt about his brother. The accident had settled that. But he realized Bryce wasn't yet feeling the same way. It would take some more time. Then there was Ashley. Cameron didn't have a clue what might happen there. All in all, Cameron couldn't be sure where that left him. What Cameron did know for sure was that the idea of putting his cock in the preacher kid's mouth again was tempting. Seeing as how the kid was also cute, Cameron would even say, very tempting. Cameron reached into his sleep pants and idly fondled himself. He'd just cum a few minutes ago, so wasn't expecting anything to happen. He closed his eyes and remembered how wet, warm, and inviting Mark's mouth had been. Cameron had loved the feel of the boy's tongue on his cock head. What was even wilder was when Mark touched his hole. Cameron moved his hand around to his ass and rubbed it lightly, causing his cock to stir. He'd really enjoyed the feel of Mark's hand back there. Cameron opened his eyes, looked at his phone a minute longer, and then pushed the button. "Mark?" he asked when the boy answered. "It's Cameron.." * * * * "My room's downstairs," Cameron said to Mark as he led the boy through the living room to the open stairway. "I probably could have had you come over to my place again, but I never know when I'll get a chance to have the place to myself." "Mom and Abby took Bryce to therapy, and Dad won't be off work until 6:00." "So, just us?" Mark laughed softly. There was a "meow." Cameron looked back to see Sox, the family kitten, at the top of the stairs. "Well not quite just us," he chuckled. Cameron led Mark through the downstairs family room and then off to the right. "You've got a really nice house." Mark sounded impressed. Cameron shrugged. "I guess," though he hadn't really thought much about it. The boys walked into Cameron's room and Mark stopped in his tracks. "What's all this?" Cameron had put a few candles around the room. The only other light was his desk lamp which he'd turned toward the wall. His bed was made, but turned down as if waiting for someone to crawl inside. "I wanted my room to be nice for you." Mark smiled. Cameron got a playful look. "Lock the door." Mark did as he was told and walked up and put his arms around Cameron. "Want to kiss for awhile?" Cameron nodded and snuggled into Mark's arms. The guys hugged for a minute and then Mark kissed Cameron. Cameron relaxed and gave himself over to the moment. It wasn't long and Mark was using his tongue. It felt strange at first, but Cameron decided he liked the intimacy of it. As their kisses grew deeper Mark explored Cameron's body with his hands. "You okay?" Mark asked sweetly when they took a short break. Cameron smiled. "Are all preachers' kids this naughty?" he teased. "Naughty?" "Your hands were all over my ass, and you groped my dick a half dozen times." Cameron giggled. "I thought that was why you invited me," Mark's eyes were twinkling. "Well, just don't get the wrong idea, I'm not your boy toy!" Cameron said playfully. He took Mark's hand and pulled him toward the bed. "But I haven't done much stuff, and you have, so, I've decided I'll let you be my teacher." Cameron grinned and then pulled Mark down on top of him. "I can do that," Mark smiled and brushed the hair away from Cameron's eyes. The boys kissed again. "What do you want to learn?" Mark whispered when the kiss ended. Cameron felt himself blush. "Show me how to be naughty." Mark smiled. * * * * Cameron lay on his back with his legs spread as Mark sucked his cock and played with his balls. The two had undressed each other, and then Mark had taken over. Cameron held onto the boy's head as he expertly licked, sucked, and stroked. Mark edged lower and pushed Cameron's legs further apart. His kisses were now deep in the furrow at the base of his cock. "Shit, that feels so good." Cameron moaned as Mark licked his nut sack and then actually took one of his balls into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," Cameron whimpered Mark moved closer, pushed Cameron's legs back toward his chest, all the while continuing to lick. At this point Cameron knew he'd do whatever Mark wanted him to do. Suddenly Cameron felt a swirl and wetness just above his butt hole. "Fuck, he's gonna eat my ass!" he thought as his legs were pushed back a little further. "Yeah, go ahead and do it," he thought to himself, "lick my hole!" Seconds later Mark's tongue was lapping around the edges of Cameron's ring. Cameron felt his pucker retract as if to resist any attempt at entry. Then the slippery thing slid over the entrance itself. Mark had just taken a quick lick of his boy hole. "He's seeing what it tastes like," Cameron mused, hoping he'd come back for more. Cameron's cock was throbbing and he reached for it as Mark's tongue returned. Mark wiggled the thing against the tight opening, probed it a bit, and then made a determined effort to shove it up the teen's butt. "Oohhhh," Cameron whimpered. "Yeah, eat me out," he begged. Mark licked, pressed in with his tongue, and bathed the entire area with spit. Cameron was going nuts. Mark pulled his head back and looked up. Cameron couldn't believe he'd stop when everything was feeling that good. Mark leaned over, pushing Cameron's knees back toward his ears. Cameron struggled to resist. He didn't want to be fucked. "It's okay, relax," Mark whispered and drew close enough for a kiss. Cameron still struggled. But as their lips met, Mark adjusted his dick and rubbed it against Cameron's. That's all he did, just rubbed his dick up against him. But with his legs pushed back and his butt hole wet with spit, Cameron felt vulnerable. More than that, he felt totally submissive. He decided after a moment of thought that he was okay with that. He liked being under a boy who was taking charge. Cameron wrapped his legs around Mark's back and locked his heels. He thrust his crotch up as Mark thrust down. Mark pulled out of the kiss and reached between them. He took both cocks in his hand and continued his thrusts. A couple of minutes later he leaned down for a kiss. Then he stopped thrusting and rose up on his knees. With a playful look he moved his middle finger toward Cameron's mouth. Cameron wasn't sure what to do. As the finger drew closer, he instinctively opened his mouth and Mark slipped it in. Cameron licked it with his tongue and then sucked on it. Mark pulled the digit out and scooted lower. When he was in position he put it against Cameron's hole. Cameron closed his eyes. Mark's finger was pressing in and making progress. "Oh fuck!" Cameron whimpered and grabbed his cock. Mark didn't pause, but kept pushing, pushing, and pushing until his finger was about half the way up Cameron's butt. It was tight and he'd gone about as far as he could. "Use some of that," Cameron grunted with a quick look at the bottle of hand lotion on the table next to the bed. Mark pulled his finger out, put a squirt of the stuff in Cameron's crack and rubbed it on his hole. This time when Mark pushed his finger inside it went in all the way. It felt incredible. Cameron moaned when Mark gave it a gentle twist. "I want to watch you cum." Mark's voice was throaty. Cameron felt the boy turn his finger around and around, probing nearly every inch of his rectum. "Go ahead, jerk yourself off," Mark whispered as he continued to finger Cameron's butt. Cameron didn't need a second invitation. He stroked his dick, enjoying the feelings coming from his ass. "Fuck, fuck...don't stop!" Cameron begged as he jerked himself a bit faster and harder. "Stick it all the way in," he whined. Mark did his best to do just that. In fact Mark's finger was in so deep Cameron was amazed his whole hand hadn't slipped in as well. But it felt wonderful! A minute or two went by and then Cameron felt he was almost there. "Gonna cum!" he grunted. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" By the time his cock jerked and started to spit, Cameron was close to passing out. He'd held his breath so long he was almost seeing stars. Mark's finger was on a spot in there that was driving Cameron wild. Five hard and long squirts of jizz shot from his dick and creamed his chest. His ass was off the bed by at least a foot. He held himself up like a wrestler might do to avoid being pinned. His cock spurted again and again. Cameron could only remember one other time it had been this good and that had been in the school bathroom with Bryce. Finally the moment came to an end. He jerked the last few drops out and then eased back down onto the bed. His breathing, ragged and shallow, slowly returned to normal. When he opened his eyes he saw puddles of cum running down the side of his chest and onto the bed. Mark gently eased his finger out of Cameron's ass. The boys exchanged a mischievous look. "Was that naughty enough for you?" Mark chuckled. Cameron blushed and nodded. "Actually, I think that was beyond naughty, that was closer to wicked," he joked. Mark leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. Cameron reached out and gave Mark's cock a couple of slow strokes. The boys stared into each other's eyes as Cameron worked Mark's dick. "Scoot down," Mark whispered as he changed positions. Cameron's head was now flat on the bed. Mark turned around to face Cameron's feet and then backed up. Cameron saw Mark's ass approaching and wondered if the boy expected him to lick him there. He looked at the tight ring with just a hint of hair. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd never thought about stuff like that. Just at the last instant, Mark said, "open up," and lowered his cock. Cameron opened his mouth and Mark positioned himself again. Cameron reached up and took the boy into his hand and guided the thing to his mouth. Mark was circumcised and the thin ring of flesh around his dick head stood out. Cameron closed his eyes as Mark gently pushed his cock passed Cameron's lips and into his throat. "I never knew you could do it like this," Cameron thought as Mark started to slowly fuck. Cameron gagged once or twice, but then got the hang of it. The older teen found a rhythm and gently pumped his dick in and out. As Mark used his mouth, Cameron reached up and ran his fingers up and down the teen's crack. He couldn't resist searching for the boy's butt hole and once finding it, giving it a rub and playing with it. When the time came, Cameron let the preacher's kid shoot his stuff in his mouth. Then surprising even himself, he swallowed it. "Now, that was naughty," Cameron thought and smiled. There was no need to hurry, nor was there any rush to get dressed. The boys lay snuggled against one another occasionally sharing a kiss. Cameron liked the feeling of Mark's naked body against his and the older boy holding him close. Yet he couldn't help thinking, "but I wish it was Bryce." The sex had been fun and Cameron looked forward to a few more lessons from Mark, but it wasn't what he really wanted. Cameron wanted his brother. "No," he thought, "more than that...he needed his brother." The twins were so much alike it seemed they were meant to be together. Mark interrupted his thoughts by leaning over and giving Cameron another kiss. "So, do you think I'm a good teacher?" he joked. Cameron gave him a little smile. "You'll do," he teased. "I'll do? That's it?" Mark joked and started to tickle him. Cameron squirmed and giggled.