Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:32:46 -0800 (PST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Foster Brother

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between teenage boys. If this
is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally
offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk

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Note: This story was written between four and five years ago and for some
reason got buried in the back of my computer where it has been languishing
and gently maturing ever since! Thus I apologise in advance for any
anachronisms etc. although I have tried to update where needed.

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MyFoster Brother (t/t, mast, oral, anal, cons.)
by
Alexander

Chapter One - Danny's Story

Ryan is my new foster brother. Well, by `new', I mean that he has been
living with us for about two months now, and already I hope that he never
leaves! My parents have fostered kids for as long as I can remember, but
this is the first time they have taken someone anywhere near my own age - I
am fourteen and Ryan is fourteen, nearly fifteen. I liked him from the
first time I saw him: he seemed to be so sort of relaxed all the time.. And
he was good looking as well. This might sound a bit stupid, but I have a
sort of thing about good-looking boys, they make me feel all warm and
strange inside, and Ryan made me feel warmer and stranger than any I have
met in a long time. It was him who eventually taught me why I feel as I do,
and what I could do about it.

That's why I hope he never leaves and he is my best and closest friend.

The first time I met him was when he came to stay with us for a week-end
ages ago on a sort of trial thing to see if we all liked each other and got
on together. He was already in the house when I got home from school and so
I was a bit surprised when I saw him but it was OK. I suppose it was nerves
or something but at first we didn't talk very much; one reason being
because of the funny feeling he gave me. I was sure he could sort of sense
it but I couldn't tell him because I was sure it would freak him out.
Anyway, the week-end soon passed and by the end of it we were getting on OK
and I told mum and dad that I liked him when we were talking about him at
dinner on Monday. He came to stay with us once more for a week-end and we
had a good time playing games and so on together. Then they told me that
they were going to foster him, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual
however was that they said that if we all got on well together and there
were no big problems, then they might even adopt him! This scared me at
first - I wasn't sure that I wanted a brother who was going to live with us
for ever, especially one older than me, but after it was explained to me I
decided that it might be OK after all.

My story really starts on the first night he came to live with us
properly. The family (me, mum, dad and now Ryan) had stayed up a bit later
than usual, chatting and getting to know each other. But it was now after
midnight, and although we didn't have school the following day, mum and dad
had to get up early as usual to go to work. Also, for some strange reason,
I felt a bit nervous about going to sleep with him in what was now `our'
bedroom. This had never bothered me much before, but as I just said, Ryan
made me feel different somehow and I had that funny feeling in my
stomach. I also had another erection which wouldn't go away. I'd been
getting them a lot recently but had always managed to hide them from
everyone. At first they frightened me a bit, but soon found that if I
played with it, I felt good - and it wasn't long before I was masturbating
- as frequently as I could. I can remember the first time ....... but I'm
getting away from the story.

Realising it was fast approaching the time when dad would pack us off to
bed, I was desperately trying to lose my boner before I had to stand up,
but the more I tried, the worse it seemed to get. It didn't help either
that every time I thought of bed, I thought of Ryan, and my prick got even
harder! In something of a panic, I took advantage of a lull in the
conversation and hurriedly got out of my chair and went to the door.
Carefully keeping my back to everyone, I wished them 'Goodnight' and made
to go upstairs.

"That's a good idea!" Dad said, "Go on both of you, we'll see you in the
morning."

Somehow I didn't mind Ryan seeing my boner: after all, I reasoned, he must
get them too and in any case we would have to get used to seeing each other
dressed and undressed, erect or not. What scared me was my parents seeing
it! I hid my body behind the open door and stood waiting for Ryan to join
me before we went upstairs.

Once in our room, I gratefully closed the door, uncomfortably aware that I
still had 'the problem'.

Kicking my shoes off, I sat on the bed, knees drawn up to my chest, hoping
to keep my boner out of Ryan's sight for as long as possible. He, for his
part, just unbuttoned his shirt and sat looking at me. The more we talked,
the more I liked him. What's more, as I concentrated on what we were
talking about, my prick got soft and I regained some sort of control over
it. I even managed to take off my shirt and lay back on the bed without
embarrassing myself. I didn't venture any further than that though as I was
still afraid of the consequences if I let my hands go anywhere near my
cock.

Ryan had asked if my parents ever came to my room after I was in bed, and
explained that they rarely, if ever, did. Their room was at the other end
of the house and we had come to some sort of understanding that my room was
my own space and they never bothered me unless it was important. When Ryan
heard this, I had the distinct impression that it pleased him, but couldn't
really understand why.

Neither of us was very tired and in any case, we had a lot to talk about.
So instead of getting undressed and into bed we carried on gossiping. Then
Ryan surprised me by asking if I minded if he got undressed. I didn't
object of course and told him that he could do as he wanted - it was his
room just as much as mine now.

Without another word, he stood up, threw his shirt off and began to push
his jeans down. Why did I think that he was making some sort of show of
this? His movements were slow and deliberate and every so often he would
sneak a glance at me as if checking that I was still watching him, and gave
me a half smile. I didn't know now why he did this, at the time I just
thought he was a bit shy and was taking his time. Little did I know!

Turning over onto my side, I watched, fascinated, as he stripped. His body
was perfect. He was a lot fitter than me, and in addition, had a superb
brown tan, which suited him admirably. And I was getting another hardon.
Correction - I'd got another one - and that feeling in the pit of my
stomach. He didn't seem to mind that I'd stopped talking and was watching
him take his clothes off. It seemed to encourage him in fact to put on more
of a show for me. The thought crossed my mind that I could for all the
world be in some sort of seedy theatre, watching a strip show - and I was
the sole member of the audience! Throughout all of this display, he carried
on talking to me, rambling on about nothing in particular Then an odd
thought crossed my mind. Perhaps he wasn't giving me a show, but was taking
things slowly because he hadn't got any pyjamas. Reluctantly (very
reluctantly I might add), I'd just made my mind up to offer him a pair of
mine when I was
 forestalled.

"I never wear pyjamas unless I've got to, do you?"

"No," I lied, "I think they get in the way."

Why I said this, I'll never know. It was the first thing that came into my
head and I instantly regretted it. I didn't even realise what I'd said
until the words were out. I flushed bright red at the implication - the
last thing I wanted was to make him feel awkward or discomforted in any way
and have him stop the display he was putting on for me.

I needn't have worried however because he simply took this on board without
a sign of embarrassment. He even looked at me, gave a wide grin and added,
"Yeah, I know what you mean!"

He saved my blushes (again!) by bending down to take his pants off. If it
had been me in his situation, I would at least have turned my back to take
them down, but not Ryan. Quite deliberately he stood to face me, and very
slowly hooked his thumbs inside the waistband, slid them down to his ankles
and then off. Christ! Was I ever hard now! For the first time I got a quick
sight of his cock and gasped in amazement. I'd seen boys naked before of
course. Lots of them. And I'd even dared to look at their pricks as well,
but not for too long in case someone saw what I was doing. But I'd never
seen anything like Ryan's before. It was beautiful. Shit!! Beautiful????
What the hell made me use that word? Beautiful?? I'd never thought that
before - just that some of the ones I'd seen were, well, somehow 'nicer'
than others. But beautiful? Never. I continued to stare at him whilst my
brain was trying to come to terms with what I'd just thought. Even if I
wanted to,
 I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had a patch of dark hair at the base
of his dick I quickly noticed. I'd got a little of course, but nowhere near
as much as him. And the little bush seemed only to show off his cock even
more. I was entranced. And he knew it. Without a word he sat on the edge of
the bed and looked at me.

The way he sat left me in no doubt whatsoever that I'd just seen a
deliberate show. All my suspicions were confirmed when he quite obviously
posed for me. Without a shadow of shame he sat with his legs slightly
apart, offering me a perfect view of his cock and balls. He'd stopped
talking now, waiting for me to say something. He'd done his bit I suppose
he thought, and now it was up to me. Unfortunately, I couldn't for the life
of me say anything. My mind was way beyond any ability to put words
together that would make sense - I was absolutely speechless.

The only thing I could do was grin, rather inanely I suppose, as he turned
his head to stare at my now fully rock-hard cock, still concealed inside my
trousers.

He must have decided to give up waiting for me to say something as he added
to the show by lifting his leg onto the bed, affording me a completely
uninterrupted view of him. Not only was I speechless, I was now almost
unable to breath! I was quite conscious of the fact that I was being given
a special treat. More than that: the thought crossed my mind that he was
actually offering it to me. Quite what was being offered, in my innocence I
hadn't a clue, but something was certainly there for the taking. I was also
excited and pleased to realise that the atmosphere in the room had changed.
Gone were the earlier 'getting to know you' conversations. The room was now
highly charged with emotion. We were two boys who were enjoying each
other's company and were about to venture into a new, forbidden and
exciting world. The point had been reached when we could stop what we were
doing without any feelings of shame or anything like that, get into bed and
pretend that nothing unusual had happened. On the other hand, if we didn't
stop now, then we both knew that something exciting would eventually occur.

There was no doubt at all in my mind what I wanted to do. To hell with
anything else, I wanted to touch, to hold, to feel, to play with, that
magnificent prick being displayed for me.

"I still don't feel tired. Do you?" I said, not daring to look directly at
Ryan, preferring to stare at a spot on the ceiling. It was a bit lame, I
know, but it was all I could think of to keep the conversation going. I
hoped desperately that he would pick up the hidden meaning.

"No, I don't. Wanna talk some more?" he replied. I turned to look at
him. Now the first bridge had been crossed, I felt better, verging on the
ecstatic almost. "I think you'd better get undressed though, just in case,"
Ryan said, grinning.

What the 'just in case' meant, I have no idea, but the 'getting undressed'
bit made sense. Sliding myself off the bed to stand and get undressed, I
felt nothing but excitement, tinged with a bit of fear, in letting him see
my erection. Rather more quickly than Ryan, I shrugged my trousers down and
off, and with no little difficulty worked my pants round my now raging
boner and threw them to join the rest of my clothes. Ryan, for his part had
slid down from his bed and was sat on the floor, watching me with
fascinated interest. His legs were carefully splayed apart, his cock now
showing signs of getting harder. Amazingly, I found that I was now actually
enjoying myself. Enjoying wasn't perhaps quite the right word, but I was
more than content to get undressed in front of Ryan, and let him have as
good a look at me as he had allowed me of him. I was even looking forward
to the 'fun and games' I fervently hoped would follow soon.

"When did you last have a wank?" he asked, completely out of the blue. Not
'do you', but 'when', I noted. As he said this, he gently held his cock as
if about to demonstrate what he meant

"This morning, when I woke up." Then remembered I always jerk off first
thing in the morning, but today I'd also had another one. "Oh, and again
after swimming this afternoon," I grinned.

"Ever done it with anyone else?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly
serious tone.

"No, never."

"Wanna try?"

By now of course, there was no way could I have said 'no'. I'd often tried
to imagine what it would be like doing it with someone else, and had even
wanked off several times to mental images of doing it with some boy or
other from school.

I nodded in reply. "What do we do?" I whispered idiotically.  "Turn the
lights off and come over here. I'll show you."

Within seconds, the light was out and I was sat on the bed, next to
Ryan. He looked angelic laid back on the bed, hands behind his head, his
now rampant prick was pointing directly at the ceiling. In the dim light, I
stared at it, my hand moving towards it, slowly and almost without any
conscious effort at all. My hand closed round it at exactly the same time
as I felt his fingers touch mine. Without for a moment letting go of each
other, we manoeuvred ourselves so that we were stretched out face to
face. I don't think either of us was breathing.

Chapter Two - Ryan's Story.

We met in the visitor's room of the hostel I was living in: Mr. and
Mrs. Sanderson and their son Danny. I'd seen them before of course, quite a
lot in fact as I'd spent a couple of week-ends with them and I'd got to
like them. The reason I was in a home is long and boring, but to cut it as
short as I can, I had been in care since I was about eight, just after my
mother had been sent to prison (I do know what it was for, but never talk
about it). My father I never knew, and I don't suppose my mother did
either. I'd spent a lot of the intervening time living with other families,
but none of them ever seemed to work out. It always happened that for one
reason or another, we never hit it off and so I ended up back in the
home. This time it was different. For one thing they had a son, about two
years younger than me I guessed, and that was in itself unusual. Most of my
other 'families' had either lots of kids, which I found hard to cope with,
or none at
 all, which was even worse as mostly they hadn't a clue about bringing up
boys. Especially ones like me.

The Sandersons' seemed to like me for who I was, they never promised 'to
change me' or to 'protect me' as most adults did. They simply assumed that
I would fit in with them and their son.

Their son. Now there was a bonus. I'd always liked other boys in ways which
I knew weren't socially 'acceptable', but this had never really bothered me
that much. There had been some good times in the homes, just as you'd
expect I guess in situations like mine. Sex had played a large part in them
and no one had ever complained - at least as far as I know. I'd tried it on
with some of my foster brothers once or twice, but never really seriously
as I thought it more important to try and find a family of my own. In fact,
at one of the better places I'd stayed, their eighteen year-old son had
actually seduced me almost before I'd unpacked my bags. But then his
parents found out about us after a week or so, blamed me for corrupting
their nearest and dearest, and returned me to the care of Social Services
after a rather nasty argument. Luckily, one of the care workers had had
vague suspicions about the family before I went there, and no lasting harm
was done -
 at least as far as I was concerned.

I sensed Danny was different to all the others. It wasn't anything he did,
or even said, but I felt that there was something there that I liked, and
that could only mean one thing as far as I was concerned. My cock agreed
with me as I had some difficulty in hiding my erection every time I looked
at him: thank God I was wearing boxers which gave me half a chance to hide
my not so little problem.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before we were throwing what little luggage I
had in the back of their four-track and we were on our way. I don't
remember very much about the drive to my new home as most of the journey
was spent with me looking out of the window, trying desperately not to make
eye contact with Danny or even look at him. The once or twice I did catch a
glimpse of him, my prick sprung to immediate attention. Thank Christ the
car was a big one and I could put a respectable distance between him and I
- if I'd touched him, even accidentally, I'm sure I would have shot my load
there and then.

Once at the house, we spent most of the evening getting to know each other
better. I was well used to this sort of thing and could therefore devote
only half my mind to the conversations. The other half was entirely devoted
to thinking of Danny: how I could get inside his trousers, and hopefully
further. I didn't consider for a second that he wouldn't be interested in
some fun and games, my inbuilt radar had never let me down so far, and it'd
had plenty of practice. The only slight problem that I'd thought about was
soon resolved when I learned that we were to share the same room, "and the
same bed" I determined inwardly. Unable to stop myself, I stole a quick
glance at Danny and was delighted to find that he was doing his best,
without much success to practised eyes such as mine, to hide his boner.

Time passed very slowly. The only thing I wanted to do was to get Danny
upstairs and put the half-formed plan I had into operation. I was in the
process of working out a way of extricating myself from the family group
when Danny beat me to it. I almost gasped out loud when I watched him yawn
and heard him say that he was tired. Suddenly getting out of his seat, he
almost ran to the door and hid himself behind it as he said that he was
going bed. Once again, I was convinced that I caught sight of a beautiful
little tent in his trousers. Luckily, Mr. Sanderson suggested we'd had a
long day and that it was about time we went to bed anyway as it was getting
late.

Once in our room the first thing I saw was that we had twin beds, arranged
at opposite ends of the room: I instantly made up my mind that that
situation would be changed just as soon as I could manage it. Pushing this
thought to the back of my mind for the time being, I started to put my plan
of campaign into action.

I quickly found out that he didn't wear pyjamas to bed. At least that was
what he said: whether it was true or not didn't matter, at least tonight he
wasn't going to, and neither was I. For once I'd thought well in advance
and had very carefully managed to remove the pyjamas from the suitcase the
home had packed for me, they were now buried at the bottom of the rubbish
bin.. At least I was in front that far.  The next stage I found exciting,
even to myself. As we were chatting, I got undressed. Well, I suppose it
wasn't just a matter of taking my clothes off, it was very much a strip
show. Just for Danny's benefit. Such were the fantastic thoughts going
through my mind that it was only with an immense effort of concentration I
managed to stop myself from getting a raging boner. This wasn't the case
with Danny though. Despite his obvious efforts to secrete it, I saw with
delight that I was having the desired effect on him. Sitting the way he was
I was almost certain that I actually caught a glimpse of his nuts down the
leg of his shorts. I carried on with my plan, and playing him along for all
I was worth, detected that it was working far better than I had ever
hoped. He was having the most delightful problem (at least as far as I was
concerned) in hiding his boner. Not only that, but I'd succeeded in taking
the power of speech away from him as well. Despite
 several appropriate leading questions, I failed to get anything other than
a mumbled monosyllabic reply.

Deciding to push things along a bit harder, I quite deliberately gave him a
display of myself, which I prayed would leave him in absolutely no doubt as
to what I was doing. I even sat on the floor, showing myself off for all I
was worth. Still no response.

Throwing all caution to the winds, and by now desperate for some real
physical action, I suggested that as I was now undressed and ready for bed,
then so should he be. I saw as well as sensed the sigh of relief on his
face when he, rather too quickly I thought, agreed with me.

Making sure that the door was well and truly closed, I watched intently as
he stripped off, with what I thought was an almost indecent haste. It was
then that I saw, for the very first time, the object of all my hard work
and heartfelt desire. His cock was magnificent - better even than I'd
hoped. Just as I expected he hadn't got much hair: in fact none at all that
I could see from where I was sitting. But that only made it more
attractive. Like me, he was uncircumcised but he was just a little
smaller. Not much I was glad to note, and in fact there probably would be
hardly any difference at all when he was hard.

He was beautiful, of that there was no doubt and I couldn't wait until I
could touch and hold him in the most intimate ways my warped mind could
think of. But I didn't dare push it too hard, at least not yet. He was now
chattering away to me about nothing in particular, his nervousness showing
slightly in his voice.

Naturally, I only half listened to him. I was much too fascinated by the
heavenly vision in front of me, only a few tempting feet away. I don't
think he was paying much attention to what he was saying either. The
atmosphere in the room was much too electric for either of us to be fully
responsible for what words came out of our mouths, our brains were far too
occupied with other thoughts to think very much about what we were
saying. It was now his turn to put on a display. At the end of almost every
sentence, he adjusted his position so as to give me a new and better view
of himself. It was wonderful. In all the experiences I'd had, I'd never
been treated to such a show as this, he was brilliant - whether he knew it
or not.  Then came the crunch - the ultimate question - the final bridge. I
asked him, quite slowly and deliberately when he last jerked off. His
answer to this dangerously direct question would decide whether or not we
would go any further. And I could hardly believe my luck when he replied
that he'd done it twice today! That was it. The decisive point had been
reached and breached. There was absolutely no doubt that the remainder of
the night was ordained.

The last, and almost best, news I heard was that he'd never had fun with
anyone else. This was too much for me. Without a seconds pause for thought
I told him to turn off the light and join me on the bed.

The only illumination now was that from the bedside light, but it was
enough. Still he carried on giving me a show, and I wasn't about to stop
him! The more I looked at, the more I liked. Even that short walk from the
door to the bed gave him the chance to show off. His cock was evidently
moving towards a full-blown erection - it was certainly bigger than it was
just a few seconds before.

I could tell that he was fairly nervous as he came towards me and so I
turned over onto my back, placed my hands under my head and waited. The
suspense was excruciating: I didn't dare look at him in case I scared him
off, but there was nothing in the world I wanted to do more just at that
moment than to hold him to me as tightly as I could. I held my breath as
out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand moving slowly towards my now
rampantly erect prick. Very cautiously I slipped my own hand towards my
goal, trying to time it so that we actually took hold of each other at the
same moment. My plan worked. The electric shock which ran through my body
as he took a very apprehensive grasp of my proud boyhood was incredible. In
all the times I had been through a similar situation to this before, I'd
never felt anywhere near the same thrill as this - it was mind-blowing.

For what seemed an absolute age, we lay there just holding each other's
cock, intent on savouring every moment, imprinting both the feeling and the
emotion in our minds forever. Slowly, oh so very slowly, we started to
masturbate each other.

Chapter Three - Together

The two boys lay together, wordless and soundless apart from the occasional
moan of pleasure involuntarily escaping from one or the other once in a
while. They were far beyond the need to speak now, all communication was
tactile, each exploring the other's body with a tenderness and intensity
that neither had come anywhere near experiencing in the past. There was an
atmosphere of perfect peace and tranquillity in the room that both were
aware of and were more than happy in surrendering to.  For Ryan, the
experience was a revelation. He'd lost count a long time ago of the number
of boys (and one or two men) he'd had sex with. Some encounters were of
course more memorable than others for a variety of reasons, some painful
and others pleasurable. And apart from the wonderful boy who'd first
seduced him, so far this was by a long way the best. Most of the time the
seductions had been due to some sort of inner need and lust he'd had to
satisfy, and because of his selfish and egotistical attitude the enjoyment
had usually been very much one-sided. OK, the times had been good enough,
but all too rarely had there been any real mutual enjoyment or
satisfaction. With Danny, things were different. At first he'd set out to
bed the boy very much as he'd done so often in the past, without any real
feelings for his partner other than someone to satisfy his desire. At
first, especially when he was 'performing' in the bedroom, his feelings
were solely for
 'the body' and not 'the boy', but as he became more engrossed in his
performance, he realised that Danny was not only extremely good-looking,
but was also fascinated. More than that, he actually seemed to be enjoying
the act and knew he was being seduced. And didn't object.

Once they'd got as far as laying together on the bed and were sensuously
exploring each other, it came as something of a shock when it dawned on
Ryan that they were both deriving a great deal of gratification from the
situation. For the first time in his life, Ryan was uncertain as to who'd
seduced whom, and at that point, didn't really care. The one fact he was
sure of was that he and Danny could share something that he'd never had
before - mutual understanding and deep affection - and respect. Even the
sexual aspect of what they were doing took second place to the desire to
please and delight his new brother. Inwardly, Ryan quite consciously
relaxed and allowed himself to fall completely under Danny's
spell. Outwardly, he slipped an arm under his partner's shoulders, turned
to face him and look deep into his eyes. Slowly, eyes locked together,
their lips closed in on each other.....

Danny was terrified. Not of Ryan, but of himself. Never in the whole of his
life had he felt such intense emotions and they frightened him. He was sure
that Ryan could see his whole body trembling with trepidation: no, not
trepidation, but love, lust, passion, whatever - he hadn't a clue
what. Dimly at the back of his mind, he knew that he'd found something for
which unconsciously he'd been searching for ages. Now, for the first time,
he knew why he felt peculiar at the sight of boys' naked bodies and somehow
felt a lot better for having the knowledge. He was completely lost in the
exquisite sensations of Ryan's hands exploring every inch of his nakedness:
his cock had never been so hard, and so ready for what was certain to
follow soon. Surprisingly, he found that tears were running down his
cheeks, tears not of pain but of joy. Many times he'd vainly tried to
imagine what it would be like being in the arms of another boy, but never
in a million years
 could he have imagined this. It was far, far better than anything he'd
ever dreamed of.

It had been bad enough watching Ryan do a strip show for him, it had even
been frightening in an odd sort of way when he got undressed in front of
him.. Exhilarating though, he thought to himself. Danny had spent countless
hours whilst jerking himself off, trying to imagine what it would be like
to have someone else take hold of his cock and do it for him: and now,
completely out of the blue it was about to happen. The instant that he felt
Ryan's hand on his prick, he knew that this was what he'd been wanting and
searching for: the sensation was indescribable, so intense that he was sure
he was about to faint. So that he wouldn't embarrass either himself or his
new brother, he buried his damp cheeks in Ryan's shoulder and hugged him
gently. Time stood still as his fingers roamed freely over all of Ryan's
body, taking care not to miss a single square inch of it. His eyes were
closed, his mind a mess of confused bright lights as he felt Ryan's arm
sliding
 under his neck. Slightly curious he lifted up just a little to allow the
arm to enfold him and opened his eyes. And there he was. Ryan was looking
straight at him, with a strange look on his face. Danny smiled back, and
instantly realised that there was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss
those beautiful lips of his.

Without for an instant unlocking their eyes, slowly and nervously they
moved towards each other. Time stood still. Danny had never been kissed by
anyone except his mother before: this was a new and frightening
experience. Frightening, but at the same time inevitable and very much
longed for. In all his fantasies, he'd never thought much beyond being
wanked off, or at the most a friendly arm round his shoulders. On the odd
occasions he'd imagined what it would be like to be kissed by another boy,
his mind had automatically rejected the idea as some sort of sick joke - he
remembered even shuddering violently at the thought. But now it seemed the
completely natural and the obvious thing to do. Willingly, he surrendered
himself to the emotion.

Ryan had kissed before. But, it now dawned on him, they had always been in
the throes of passion, taken rather than offered, and usually
violently. There had never been any tenderness or love, just a moment's
gratification, regretted just as instantly as it had been taken. With
Danny, it was different. As soon as he'd opened his eyes and found himself
looking into Danny's beautiful face, it seemed the most instinctive thing
in the world to do. It wasn't even a conscious thought - it just needed to
happen.

The two boys wrapped their arms round each other and hugged gently, not for
a second unlocking their gaze. Their lips touched, retreated, and met
again. Ryan, his hand now cradling Danny's neck, pulled him towards
him. This time their lips met hungrily, passionately and sensuously. Both
allowed themselves to be submerged in their desires. Tightly they held on
to each other, neither able to breathe. Automatically their lips opened and
their tongues found each other for the first time. Completely oblivious to
anything else in the world, they devoured each other, hands wandering as if
trying desperately to find some new and hitherto unfound pleasure
spot. They writhed, twisted and contorted round each other, eyes closed and
lips welded together.

After a lifetime they separated, both shocked and more than a little
alarmed at the intensity of their coupling. Neither however letting go of
the other, somehow afraid that if they lost physical contact then
everything would end. Opening his eyes slowly, Danny looked at Ryan.

There was no need for words - in fact if either had spoken just at that
moment, the spell would have been broken, perhaps forever. Instead Danny
buried his head in Ryan's neck and looking down at Ryan's now painful
erection, took hold of it lovingly.  Gradually, and very reluctantly, their
minds returned to something vaguely approaching reality. As far as Danny
was concerned, this was an entirely new world. Never in all his erotic
fantasies late at night, had he ever imagined that this is what it would be
like. OK, he'd closed his eyes and jerked off times without number,
desperately wishing that he wasn't alone, trying to imagine it. And now he
was actually with someone, his mind was a mess. Never, ever, could anything
match this. He was in love, and was scared by the intensity of it all.

Ryan, for his part, was in just as much of a mess. Up until tonight, he'd
taken his pleasures when and where he could. It hit him hard when he
realised that hitherto all his so-called relationships had been one-sided -
his. He had always been the one to get things going, to have his own way,
to gratify his own selfish needs. All right, there had been once or twice
when things had been mutually satisfying, but it didn't change the fact
that they had been somewhat passionless and self-centred. But now? He was
rapidly becoming sure that this time he was the one who'd been seduced and
it unsettled him. What unnerved him most was the discovery that it wasn't
all about sex.. This boy he'd got cradled in his arms, who at this very
moment was toying with his pride and joy, was special, was different, and
was - well, very quickly becoming everything in the world to him.

Giving up on this worrying train of thought, he turned over on his side and
faced Ryan.

"You OK?" he whispered.

Ryan, still not trusting himself to speak, looked at him and
nodded. "Yeah," he mouthed, and returned his gaze to Danny's beautiful
cock.

"Good," was all Danny could manage as he grasped Ryan's boyhood and started
to massage it.

Sometime later, Ryan turned and glanced at the bedside clock. "It's after
two in the morning," he said, in a somewhat disinterested way.

Danny, turning to confirm it, agreed with him and added, "It's also getting
cold in here."

"Yeah," answered Ryan, realising that he did in fact feel quite cold.

"Hang on a sec," Danny said as he slid off the bed, "Don't move." He took
the stride or two across to the so far unused bed, grabbed the top blanket
and threw it across the room to Ryan. "Here, get under this."  Before
climbing back alongside his brother (and partner), he pulled the curtains
fully across the windows and turned off the bedside light, dropping the
room into an almost complete blackness.

Danny turned to face Ryan, put his arms around him and hugged tightly. In
return, Danny wrapped the blanket over them both and returned the hug.

The fearful passions and intensity of their feelings experienced earlier
had subsided a little now and they both felt rather more in control of
themselves now. Danny decided it was time for a bit of light relief.

"Wanna play some?" he said light-heartedly, giving Ryan's balls a playful
squeeze.

Ryan, grateful for the change in atmosphere, returned the favour and asked
him what he'd got in mind.

"Bet I can make you come in ten seconds!"

Giggling, Ryan took the bet on.

Danny gently took hold of Ryan's foreskin, and before his prick could reach
its full erection gently slid it back over the head. Wincing at the shock
and slight pain, Ryan stared at his cock, wondering what was about to
happen next.

In answer, he stared, fascinated as his brother's head slowly neared his
now fully hardened tool. By now he'd guessed what was about to happen of
course, but was totally unprepared for the sensation he experienced as
Danny's moist lips closed around his prick. Ryan gasped in astonishment and
very nearly fainted as the intensity of the feeling hit him. It became even
worse when Danny started flicking his tongue in and around that supremely
delicate and sensitive part of his cock which he didn't have a clue existed
until this second. Involuntarily, he arched his back, forcing his now iron
hard cock deeper into Danny's warm mouth.

He was right. OK, it might have been a few more than the agreed ten
seconds, but not many. Without warning, Ryan's balls seemed to explode and
release a never-ending stream of sperm. Danny never missed a stroke - every
drop of the life-making liquid that ejaculated was swallowed without
hesitation. Ryan never noticed this at first, he was much too high to
notice this relatively insignificant detail; it was only later when he was
recollecting the events of the night that it struck him - and oddly enough,
didn't gross him out - it seemed in fact the most natural thing to do.
Once he'd been released from Danny's moist cavern, Ryan lay back, totally
exhausted. The past few hours (hours ??!!) total excitement had taken their
toll and he was, to coin a phrase, completely knackered! From where he lay
he could just see the tip of Danny's still erect cock, but he was in no fit
state to do anything with it. Danny, realising the state his step-brother
was in, contented himself with placing Ryan's hand on it and placing his
free arm under Ryan's shoulders hugged him tightly.

And so they drifted off to sleep, each smiling as they dreamed of the
pleasures just experienced and of those yet to come.

Chapter Four - The Aftermath It was just after seven when Danny awoke with
a start. He was immediately conscious of someone else in bed with him -
something that he'd never experienced before.. And more than that, his hand
was covering what felt suspiciously like a dick. Slowly, as his brain got
into gear, he remembered the previous night and smiled inwardly. Turning to
face his friend, brother and now lover, he stared at his beautiful
face. Without giving it a second thought, he leaned over and kissed him
softly on the lips.

Ryan woke up with a start. "Mornin' bro." he sighed, gathering his wits
together and returning the kiss, "That's the best ever way to wake up!"

Then full realisation hit them. It was almost time to get up, and if either
of their parents decided for once to come and get them out of bed, they
might get more of a surprise than they could cope with this early in the
morning!

Reluctantly, Ryan turned to his bed-fellow and suggested that it might be a
good idea if he went to his own bed, if only for just a few minutes. Sadly,
Danny did as he was told. Giving his mate a last quick peck, he slid into
his cold, lonely bed and lay looking at Ryan

"What's the matter?" Danny was asked.

"Nothing. Just looking at you."

Ryan grinned, "Dickhead!" he whispered.

"Bollocks to you!" was the more or less expected reply.  Dead on the dot of
half past seven, there was a tap at the bedroom door, and after only a
slight pause it opened to admit Danny's father.

"Come on you two, time to get up!" Thankfully he closed the door and could
be heard passing back down the corridor to the breakfast room.  The two
boys breathed a huge sigh of relief and slid out of their beds.

Getting dressed was a difficult task for both of them. Neither was
concentrating on what they were doing; instead they were busy occupied in
getting as much of a look at each other as possible. After about the fourth
attempt to get his legs into his shorts without falling over, Ryan gave up
Danny-watching and directed his attention to the job in hand.

Breakfast was a bit of a difficult meal, both parents wanting to know how
Ryan had slept and a host of other inconsequential details. Both parents
were curious of course to find out how well the two boys were getting along
and were keenly looking out for signs of blossoming friendship ... or
otherwise. If only they knew!!

It was Danny who got them out from under this unwanted scrutiny. Anxious to
get out of the situation as soon as conveniently possible, he suggested
that they both had a quick shower and went out on their bikes. Gaining
parental approval, with the proviso that they returned for lunch, the lads
dashed off upstairs to shower and change. Showering presented a slight
problem. They both grabbed towels at the same time and were heading off
together when it dawned on them that sharing a shower together might be
just what they wanted to do at this time, but weren't sure if their parents
would approve. Reluctantly, Danny suggested that Ryan go first, and busied
himself tidying up their room. Moments later, his mother appeared in the
bedroom in search of dirty clothes.

"I'm surprised you aren't showering together," she said brightly. "It'd be
quicker for you and save on hot water." Danny had to turn his back on her
as he tried to hide his blushes, and another erection. 'Does she know?' he
thought for a second, but just as quickly dispelled it as his mother, he
knew, would be more than 'up front' if she even thought that anything
untoward had been going on between her charges.

"OK," Danny replied, and grabbing his towel again, he made a dash for the
door, still hiding his beetroot red face and boner.

Despite have the obligatory erections in the shower, and a quick grope and
kiss, the boys reluctantly decided to postpone any further explorations
until a more opportune time. They rushed through the shower, dried
themselves off and returned to their room.

The weather was still quite warm, considering the time of year, and so they
decided to dress in just shorts and T-shirts. Danny chose the tightest pair
he could find, thinking for the first time that they would show off his
'tackle' to perfection.. He hadn't worn them for ages because they were a
bit tight, and he'd grown a little since then, especially where it counted!
Choosing the biggest and sloppiest T-shirt he could find, he carefully
checked that it was long enough to hide his pride and joy - just in case
his mother suggested that he might try to find something larger to wear.

Ryan elected to go the other way. Thinking ahead as to what the day would
hopefully bring, he donned a pair of loose boxer pants and a pair of
luridly coloured Bermuda shorts. Danny looked on approvingly.

Neither of the boys had thought where they would go on their ride: it was
Danny's dad who solved the problem for them. Throwing a key to him, he
suggested that they might like to go out to the beach hut and check to see
if it was OK.

Getting a quizzical look from Ryan, Danny explained that the coast was only
about five miles away, and they owned a small beach hut which they used
during the summer months. No one had been there recently, and so it seemed
a good idea that someone should check it out. Up until now, Ryan hadn't
given a moments thought to the area in which he was to live. Ok, he knew
the address of course, and recognised the name of the nearest town, but he
hadn't realised quite how close to the sea they were.

It was difficult trying to talk as they cycled towards the coast, partly
because the route they had taken was mostly through narrow country lanes
and they were forced to ride one behind the other rather than
side-by-side. The other reason was that Ryan was far too busy looking at
the countryside around him, and trying to put his thoughts together about
the events of last night, It all seemed rather like a dream in many ways, a
dream which was so vivid and fantastic that it couldn't possibly have
happened. But he knew it did, and what concerned him the most was that he'd
been forced to think of his partner for the first time as something other
than a mere object used to satisfy his own lust.

Danny had no such doubts. What had happened the previous night had somehow
filled a big gap in his life which he didn't even know was there. After
they'd settled down to sleep, much to his surprise, he wasn't at all
worried about the physical side of things: that aspect, although very nice,
wasn't nearly so satisfying as the knowledge that he now had a friend,
brother and partner who he liked a great deal and could make him feel more
exhilarated than he had felt for as long as he could remember. OK, he knew
of course that what they had done wasn't 'normal' as far as he knew, but it
made them both happy and he was more than comfortable with it. As he cycled
along, he smiled to himself, certain in the knowledge that life could only
get better from now on.

Arriving at the beach, both boys were delighted to see that it was almost
deserted. It was late enough in the summer to be quite warm still, but the
tourists had all gone home and it was once more left to the locals. The
only person in sight in fact was an old lady walking her dogs some way
away, and she seemed to be heading off home. Danny fumbled with the key,
and with only a little difficulty managed to open the door. It had been
over a month since the family were down here last, but it had been left
clean and tidy.

Ryan looked round, curiously. He was amazed to see how 'homely' it had been
made. A little sort of kitchen area, with a bottled gas cooker, portable tv
and radio, and some sun loungers made it comfortable. There was even a tiny
shower cubicle for rinsing off after a swim .

Opening a cupboard, Danny was pleased to see that there was still a few
supplies left in it - at least they could have a drink.  "I'm hot!" said
Danny as he threw off his T-shirt and removed his shoes and socks.

Ryan, taking the hint, did likewise and added, "Is it warm enough to swim?"

"Dunno," Danny answered, "We could try it and find out if you want."

Rummaging through a draw, he eventually found a couple of pairs of swimming
trunks he kept there. "Here, try these on. See if they fit," he grinned as
a pair was thrown at Ryan.

Both boys watched each other as they removed what was left of their
clothes.. Neither had mentioned last night as yet, it was almost as if some
sort of spell would be broken if their thoughts were put into
words. Nevertheless, each was gratified to notice that their pricks had
started to get hard. Catching each other's eye, they grinned at each other
and finished pulling on their trunks. That was all it took. Both knew then
that what they'd done last night wasn't a one-off, and there was every
possibility that there were more adventures to come.

Leaving their drinks on the table, Ryan and Danny headed off towards the
water, about twenty yards away. It wasn't quite as warm as they would have
wished, but it wasn't too cold either.  For an hour or so they messed about
swimming, diving and generally getting rid of some of their excess
energy. They even had a play fight or two, neither making any sort of
sexual contact, much as they wanted to. It was only when they exhaustedly
ambled back to the hut that things changed.  A cool breeze had sprung up,
giving them both goose bumps. Danny closed the door of the hut, turned on
the tv and handed Ryan a bath towel to dry himself off with. Stripping off
their trunks, they energetically rubbed themselves down, as much to warm
themselves up as to dry. This wasn't quite as easy as it sounds as the hut,
small as it was, needed a certain amount of dexterity so that they didn't
keep hitting each other. Once done, however, a sun lounger was stretched
out across the floor and the boys, sat side by side, and stared at the
tv. Neither was watching it. Instead, they were carefully eyeing each
other's slowly erecting prick.  It was Danny who made the first move. "I'm
cold," he whispered, "Let's get warm."

Pulling across a recently discarded beach towel, he pulled Ryan down so
they lay alongside each other, and draped the towel across them both.

The lounger was just about big enough for them to get comfortable, with
Danny laying pressed up in Ryan's back. Ryan, his hands gently cupping his
balls, was aware of Danny's now almost rigid cock pressing into the small
of his back. The hut was silent apart from the low noise emanating from
some stupid daytime tv programme. The atmosphere was relaxed and
comfortable, both boys revelling in the sensation of the closeness of their
contact and perfectly at ease with it.

Danny slid his arm across Ryan's body, and slowly moved his hand down from
his chest towards his groin. Finding that Ryan's hands had beaten him to
his target, he gently pushed them away and took gentle hold of his boner.

"You OK?" he whispered in Ryan's ear, seeking some sort of permission for
what he was doing.

"Mmmmm. Perfect," Ryan said sleepily, eyes closed.

"Good. Wanna turn over and face me?"

Ryan did as he was asked, slid an arm under Danny's shoulder and hugged
him..

Their foreheads touching lightly, they fondled each other as they
rested. Not masturbating, just gently toying with one another, feeling and
memorising every wrinkle and fold. Ryan opened his eyes and found himself
looking straight into Danny's eyes. They were brown. Strange, he hadn't
noticed that before, but they were a beautiful shade of chestnut brown,
matching his hair. He was seized by an overwhelming desire to ....... but
then stopped. He couldn't do that .... shouldn't do that. What if Danny
..... Messing about together was one thing, but what if he didn't like
being ... being ... kissed? There was nothing in the world that Ryan wanted
to do more at this point. Danny had a beautiful, eminently kissable mouth
and Ryan wanted to do just that. But ..... ? OK, they'd kissed last night,
but that was somehow different. If they were to kiss now, it would mean
something very special to them both, almost as if it would seal their
friendship for ever.

Experimentally he moved towards him, his lips longing to meet Danny's,
waiting for some sort of signal, either of rejection or acceptance. There
was neither. Instead Danny's expression became serious. Not rejecting, not
accepting. Ryan moved a little closer and adjusted his arm to make himself
more comfortable. Still closer. No reaction. He was within a millimetre or
so of their lips meeting when he lost control of himself. Pulling Danny
towards him, he kissed him, violently and passionately, grinding his mouth
into his, hugging his body as tightly to him as he could. Danny responded
by wrapping his arms even tighter round Ryan, trying desperately to bring
Ryan as close to him as humanly possible. His lips parted, allowing Ryan's
tongue to find his. Passionately they clung to each other, lost in a world
of hunger. As their legs entwined, the towel slid off, but neither noticed,
or cared. Their love for each other was being expressed in no uncertain
 manner: brains not functioning in any way except to hope that this would
go on for ever and ever.

After what seemed a lifetime, they parted so as to be able to take a
breath.. Much to his amazement (and embarrassment), Danny found tears
rolling down his cheeks. He buried his head in Ryan's shoulder and tried to
rub them off.

Ryan, feeling the dampness, held Danny's face and looked at him with
tender, caring eyes.

"Hiya, brother!" he whispered, "Hiya!" and kissed him softly.

Danny couldn't speak. His throat was much too tight, and in any case he
hadn't a clue what to say. Instead, he kissed him back and then rested his
head on Ryan's chest, staring sightlessly at his hand as it cupped Ryan's
balls.

For the next half hour they cuddled, kissed and felt, getting to know and
love every square inch of each other. Wordlessly they explored, discovered
and investigated.

By now, Danny for one, had an erection such as he'd never had before. It
was so hard, it was painful; so tender that it pained. His balls ached, his
stomach was in a knot and his brain was a useless mish-mash of love.

He almost passed out when Ryan, taking a delicate hold of his cock
murmured, "Wanna come yet?"  "Yes. No. I dunno," stammered Danny, "I want
this to last forever."

Ryan massaged Danny's cockhead with his thumb and finger, watching Danny do
the same to him. The sensation was electric and within a very few, all too
short, seconds, they both erupted simultaneously, and with a violence and
passion that left them both shocked and breathless.  Clinging almost
desperately to each other, they gradually came down to earth, the results
of their efforts glueing them together just as much as their love.

"Christ!" was all Danny could say.

"Yeah!" was the gasped response.

Time had stood still, or at least it appeared so until Danny glanced at his
watch laying on the floor.

"Bugger it!" he almost shouted, "The time!"

It was almost one o'clock and they had been told to be back for lunch!
Hurriedly they dressed, made a quick gesture of tidying the hut up and
raced to get their bikes.

The ride back took a lot less time than the one out, and breathless, they
threw their bikes against the house wall before rushing into the kitchen.

"Sorry we're late," they said in unison. "We went swimming and lost track
of the time," Danny finished.

"That's alright this time. It's only a salad for lunch, and in any case you
aren't that late - yet!" she smiled.

She was happy. Things had gone much better than she and her husband had
hoped for with the boys. Danny had always been a bit of a loner she
thought, and had been slightly worried about him. One of the main reasons
that they had decided to foster an older boy this time was so that Danny
could have someone nearer his own age to be with, and hopefully learn to be
a bit more outgoing. So far, things seemed to be working out alright. At
least they weren't tearing the hair out of each other!  She watched
carefully as the boys spent the rest of the day playing computer games and
football in the back garden, becoming more at ease as she observed their
growing friendship. It didn't go un-noticed either, by both parents this
time, that they chose to sit together at dinner, and again afterwards as
they watched tv in the evening. It was evident also from the fact that they
shared jokes and looks with each other which confirmed that things were OK
so far.  Bedtime came, and it was with an almost indecent haste that they
did as they were told when reminded of the fact. Another first, thought
Mrs. Sanderson, smiling inwardly to herself.

Once in their room, the two boys stripped down to their underwear and lay
on their beds. A comfortable silence descended as they each immersed
themselves in thought. Nothing special, just mulling over the days events
and idling the time away until they felt tired.

It was Ryan who broke the spell. "You having a shower?" he asked.

"Yeah. 'Spose so. You?"

"Yeah. Wanna go first?"

Danny thought about what his mother had said that morning. "No. Let's do it
together."

Ryan only thought for a second before agreeing, grabbed his towel and
headed for the bathroom, closely followed by Danny.

Unlike earlier in the day, they hadn't a lot of time to explore each
other. The confines of the shower also meant that they couldn't avoid
contact, and it wasn't long before they were washing each other, sensuously
and assiduously.

Almost without thinking, Danny reached round and put his arms round Ryan's
neck, pulled him closer and kissed him tenderly. Ryan returned the favour
and whispered "Not now. Later."

Sadly Danny let go, realising the sense in what Ryan had said.

Returning to their room, they turned the tv on low, lay on their own beds
and half watched the film. They were both listening for the sounds from
below that would tell them their parents were off to bed. Not that there
was any fear of them coming to their room, it just seemed more prudent
somehow. They were also thinking of what the night would bring as was
evidenced by them both sporting as-yet untouched erections.

After what seemed like an age, the noises from below told them what they
wanted to know. As if the sound of the lounge door closing was a signal,
Danny slid his only item of clothing - his boxers - down and off.

"That's better," he smiled, looking at Ryan.

Ryan, doing likewise, turned on his side to face Danny, their youthful
cocks, still unhandled as yet, pointed at each other, having a conversation
of their own.

The only sources of illumination in the room came from the small bedside
lights and the bluish glow from the tv. Between them they gave the room a
comforting, almost sensual atmosphere which didn't go un-noticed by either.

"What do you wanna do?" Danny asked, his voice a mixture of excitement and
nervousness as his hand gently toyed with his prize possession.

Ryan thought for a second. He'd longed to try something with Danny -
something he'd done a few times in the past, but never as passionately as
he knew it would be with Danny.

"Ever been fff... - er - had it inside you" Ryan asked softly.

It took Danny a second or two to realise what Ryan was getting at. `Had it
inside you?' What? Where? Then he cottoned on and said, "No. Doesn't it
hurt?"

"A bit at first, but then it's OK. You'd like it."

"I dunno."

Danny's cock wilted slightly as he stared at Ryan's huge dick: at least
huge compared with the tiny hole he wanted to stick it in. `That would
never go in there,' he thought, `At least not without hurting a lot.'  Only
slightly put off, Ryan re-adjusted his thinking. "OK, then you haven't go
to if you don't want, that's OK." Then he added hoarsely, "You can do it to
me if you like."

Still Danny was unsure. This was a new idea to him, he'd never thought
about it before, never occurred to him. It was slightly repulsive to his
way of thinking, but exciting at the same time. If Ryan thought it would be
good, and Danny knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt him, then there just
might be something in it.

The look Ryan saw on his brother's face said it all. Surprisingly, he
wasn't all that disappointed: perhaps he had rushed things a bit too much
anyway, and after all there were other things they could do instead.

"Never mind, bro., it was just an idea. There is something else I can show
you anyway if you like."

Danny was glad that Ryan hadn't forced it, he would probably do it
sometime, but not just yet, he needed time to think about it. Cheering up,
he asked what other things he could show him.

"Come over here and I'll show you."

Danny was happy now. Gleefully he skipped across the room to Ryan, making
sure that the door was closed properly. Leaping onto the bed, he cuddled up
to Ryan and hugged him.

"What?" he gasped.

"Just wait will you?" Ryan smiled, "Let's not rush things."

Danny settled down with his head on Danny's chest, looking up to him in
more ways than one. Taking a tentative hold of each other's cocks, they
smiled at each other and began to masturbate slowly. Encouraging Danny's
head up, Ryan leaned down and kissed his brother on the lips: softly at
first, but with increasing fervour. When he felt Danny's prick begin to
throb in his hand, he prised his tongue into his mouth and played with
it. Danny moaned with delight and soon began to join in the fun.

When he judged the time to be right, Ryan slipped a hand onto Danny's butt
and fondled it, gently easing his middle finger into his crack at the same
time. There was only a moments hesitation as Danny felt the intrusion, and
then ignored it. Biding his time once more, Ryan concentrated on making
Danny as happy as possible. A moan deep from within Danny told him the time
was ripe, and with a solid push, forced his finger through the reluctant
muscle.  Holding on to him tightly, Ryan held the kiss as Danny tried to
squirm away..

"Wait a bit; it'll be OK in a minute," Ryan whispered.

Danny, realising the pain was already going, let Ryan carry on.

For a few minutes, Ryan directed all his efforts into getting Danny's ring
to relax before he introduced a second finger. By now Danny was actually
starting to enjoy this new sensation and was pleased when the other finger
wriggled its way in.

Ryan felt around and eventually found the spot he wanted: he felt Danny's
body give a start and a moan escape from his throat. Simultaneously Danny's
fist tightened on Ryan's cock, painfully hard for a couple of seconds
before he eased off.

Still manipulating his fingers, Ryan began to jerk his friend off with
slow, easy strokes, feeling his prick throbbing with ecstasy. Danny had
stopped all attempts and playing with Ryan's cock by now; the sensations
emanating from his groin having spread throughout his whole body, giving
him a lovely warm feeling. Ryan neither noticed or cared, he was having a
marvellous time trying to make Danny feel better and better.

Before long, Danny found he just couldn't take any more. With a speed and
ferocity he'd never known, his cum shot out through Ryan's fist and went
goodness knows where. Danny gasped, open mouthed and shuddered. Ryan came
in sympathy and his spunk puddled on Danny's flawless body, mixing with
his.

Laying wrapped in each other's arms, they allowed each other to calm down
before gazing into each other's eyes.

"Did you like that?" Ryan asked, needlessly.

"Yeah. It was brilliant! Where did you learn that?" he enquired innocently.

"Dunno. Somewhere or other, I can't remember. I must've read it somewhere"
Ryan lied. "Good though, isn't it?"

"I'll say." Danny replied, then mused, " `Spose that's why you wanted to
put your ... your dick ... in me."

"Yeah. But using fingers is nearly as good."

The two slowly dozed off, exhausted temporarily by the ferocity of their
passions.

Three a.m. and Danny stirred, searching bleary-eyed for the clock. He
panicked at first, but as his mind absorbed the fact that it was still the
middle of the night, lay back and stared at Ryan's beautiful naked body. He
examined every square inch, from the top of his black curly hair down to
his cute toes. Not a blemish or a mark anywhere, just a slight lightening
of skin tone where his underpants normally were. His soft, wrinkly cock was
hanging loosely over his fuzzy balls and even in repose looked
gorgeous. Lightly he ran his fingers down Ryan's chest, feeling the smooth
satiny texture as he continued down to his few curly cock hairs. On he
continued, over his (to him) enormous balls, down the inside of one thigh
as far as he could reach, and then up the other. Back over his balls and
along his prick up to his chest again. There he ran his fingers round each
nipple in turn, watching fascinated as they stood up from the funny little
circle of
 spots surrounding them.

He was in such a reverie that he jumped violently as a hand clamped on his
wrist.

Stifling his laughter as much as he could, Ryan stared at Danny and
stammered out, "That bloody tickles, bastard! Nice though."

Pleased at making his brother so happy, Danny giggled. "Sorry, but you
looked so, so nice laying there, I couldn't help it." He was going to say
beautiful, but wasn't sure if he aught to or not.

"Dickhead! You can wake me anytime you like if that's the way you do it."

"I'd better get into my bed in case I fall asleep again," Danny sighed. He
slid his legs over the edge of the bed and made to stand up, but before he
did so, leaned over and kissed Ryan on the cheek. "Thanks,!" he whispered.

"No probs, bro." Ryan grinned, "No probs. at all." He returned the kiss
and, bending over a little more, planted a sloppy kiss on the end of
Danny's cock. "Save that for me," he laughed.  They were late for
breakfast. Despite two raps on the bedroom door, neither stirred until
after nine o'clock. Rushing downstairs, dressing in a panic on the way,
they fell into the empty kitchen. Slowly realising it was Monday and that
his dad would be at work and his mother out shopping, Danny saw the note on
the table, picked it up and read it.  `Left you in bed.'his mother had
written, `If you get this before dinner time, breakfast is on the table!
See you later."

Relieved, the two boys sat down as they were and soon demolished the cereal
left for them. Toast and coffee finished the meal, and they sat back,
giggling at each other for no particular reason.

"What we gonna do today?" Ryan asked, belching loudly.

"Dunno. Stay round the house I guess until mum comes home. First thing I
need though is a shower. For some reason I feel all over sticky!"

Dashing up the stairs, racing for the bathroom, they arrived together,
breathing heavily.

"Together?" Ryan asked.

"Of course," Danny answered. "Is there any other way?"

At any other time, Ryan would have taken full advantage of the situation
and made sure it was as sexy as possible, but for the first time he didn't
feel the need to seduce the boy he was showering with. There was some sort
of pernicious delight in not getting a hardon just because he was naked
with another boy: he could have fun with him almost whenever he wanted and
there was no need for a frantic fumble taken whenever the opportunity
presented itself as was often the case before he lived here. Danny had a
problem though - he got hard instantly he mentioned the word
`shower'. Somewhat disappointed that Ryan didn't start anything whilst they
were washing, he glanced down at his dick and saw it was only just a bit
hard. Puzzling this over for a few minutes, he realised just the same as
Ryan had: that there was no need to go at it every time they could. In a
way it was even better knowing that they could if they wanted, but chose
not to. Still he
 couldn't get his dick to go down properly and had to take special care
when he washed it that he didn't go too far! It didn't help either when
Ryan stared at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Piss off!" he grinned, "I'll make you pay later, Ryan."  Ryan smiled back,
ruffled his hair and said, "Look forward to it."

Chapter Five - Exploring

Danny decided to take advantage of the time they had spare and show Ryan
the rest of the house. Although he'd been to the house several times before
he came to live here, Ryan had never been given `The Grand Tour', and since
he'd come to live here, they just didn't seem to have found the time!

Ryan knew the main living areas quite well of course, but it was a
revelation for him to see just how big the house was. In the main house was
the office-cum-den where his dad worked, and his mother's `sewing room' as
she called it, which didn't show any signs of much sewing. These were
strictly out-of-bounds to the boys unless mum or dad were present. Then
there was the garage. A large two-car sized structure with a door opening
off the kitchen as well as one to the garden, full of tins of paint, car
bits, lengths of timber and lots of other junk. There was also the swimming
pool, which they'd both used a few times before. What Ryan hadn't spotted
was the sauna room next to the changing area. He'd never seen one before,
let alone used one, and the idea of being in there, naked, with Danny gave
him a lot of food for thought. He was just about to get a hard-on when a
picture of Danny's mother and father in there with them, naked as well,
 soon put paid to that! He sniggered to himself at this mental image, and
when Danny asked what he was laughing at, he told him.

"Ughhh!" he giggled, "That's not a pretty thought. Unless you're into old
men though ......or old ladies!"

Ryan punched him playfully on the chest and they rolled about laughing
until they were out of breath.

The last part of the house to visit was the roof space. Danny himself had
only been up there a few times before, and that was with his dad when they
were putting some old cupboards in away. With no little difficulty, they
eventually managed to lower the loft ladder from the ceiling in the
corridor and scrambled up into the void.

The unshaded light bulbs seemed to make the vast space even bigger. It ran
the whole length of the house, the cavernous space only interrupted by the
roof beams and a pair of brick chimney stacks. The boys stared in wonder,
eyes flitting between the empty space and the pile of junked furniture.

"There's enough stuff here to make a brilliant den," Ryan said, obviously
impressed.  "Yeah!" Danny agreed, his eyes alight with the wonderful
thought. "We'd have to be careful though, and not tell mum and dad."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be ace!" Ryan replied, his mind already picturing
their secret hide-away.  With their minds full of the potential a secret
den had, they carefully climbed back down again and let the ladder spring
back into place. When they got back to the kitchen, they were surprised to
see that their mother had returned, and was putting away the shopping.

"I wondered where you were," she said looking at them, smiling. "And where
HAVE you been? You're both covered in dust and cobwebs."

"I've been showing Ryan the garden and sauna," Danny answered quickly, "And
the garage as well. That's where we got dirty."

"Well, you'd better go and get cleaned up, you look a mess. And wherever
you go afterwards, make sure you're back for lunch at one."

Grabbing Ryan by the wrist, Danny tugged him upstairs to their
room. Getting a perfunctory wash and a change of clothes, they sniggered at
each other, relieved they hadn't been caught.

"Can we have a swim afterwards, and a sauna?" Danny asked his mother over
lunch, winking at Ryan.

"Yes, if you like, but I think it's a bit hot for a sauna though."

"Ryan's never had one before, and we'll only stay for a bit, just so's he
knows what it's like," Danny pleaded.

"Alright then, but be careful, and don't stay in it too long."

It was difficult for them both not to race through their meal, their
thoughts being on the swim and sauna they had to look forward to. At last
they finished the meal, dropped their used crockery in the dish washer and
headed out to the pool.

"You'd better get a shower before you swim," they were told, "The water
hardly touched you when you washed!"

Only slightly embarrassed at having been caught out this time, they
apologised and ran out to the changing room.  Throwing open a cupboard,
Danny grabbed a handful of bathing trunks and dropped them on the
table. "One of those should fit you, unless you wanna go upstairs and get
yours," he said.

Without further ado, he stripped off, casually dropping his clothes where
he stood. Standing at the table, naked, he started searching through the
jumble for a pair for himself. He knew just the ones he wanted, his dad had
bought them for him last year when they were on holiday: pure brilliant
white with a green crocodile badge sewn on them. They were eventually found
and he tugged them on. Really, they were too small for him now, and tight
in all the wrong (or right?) places, but he was determined and fought with
them until they were on. He'd only worn them once, and it was with acute
embarrassment on Danny's part that his father told him he'd made a mistake
when he bought them as he didn't realise that they went all sort of
see-through when they were wet. And this after he'd been in the water for
half the day! It was a standing joke between his mum and dad for ages after
that, but Danny didn't see the funny side at all. Now, though, they
 would be the perfect thing - very useful, he thought gaily to himself. A
small part of his mind hoped that his parents would believe he'd forgotten
about the transparency problem if they found out he had been wearing them
again.

Ryan had found a bright blue pair of boxer-sort bathers, and although a bit
crestfallen that he'd chosen ones which didn't show his bits off very much,
Danny admitted to himself that he looked absolutely perfect in them. In any
case, with a bit of an effort, he could just make out his dangly bits.

Remembering just in time to turn the sauna on, Danny and Ryan dashed out to
the pool and dived in side by side, taken by surprise at first by the
coolness of the water. They soon grew accustomed to this however and horsed
around for a while. It wasn't until Danny took time out and scrambled onto
the pool-side that Ryan saw his trunks. Standing with the water lapping
just below his crotch, he stared at Danny, open-mouthed.

"You can see your ..... your ..." he stammered, searching for the words,
"things!"

"Yeah, I know, good aren't they! I put `em on just for you. Do you like
`em?" Danny said as he wriggled his groin provocatively at Ryan.

"Yes, but ......"  "Don't panic! Mum and dad know I've got them and they
won't mind." He was probably lying he thought to himself, but he didn't
care, Ryan was the one he was trying to impress. He'd succeeded too, he was
delighted to see as the slight bulge where Ryan's cock was hidden showed a
definite movement.

Jumping back in the water, Danny instigated a game of tag which instantly
developed into a frantic grab-a-crotch competition. Keeping a wary eye open
for intruding parents, they played together blissfully until Danny had to
stop. It'd been a good idea to tease Ryan with his trunks, but now he'd got
a really solid boner, they were definitely getting very painful to
wear. Knowing that the sauna would be warmed up by now, it was only with
slight reluctance he whispered to Ryan that his cock was hurting and he had
to get out.

"Not surprised, you randy sod!" was the unsympathetic reply.

Danny's only response was to grin evilly at his brother and say, "The sauna
should be OK now. Come on."

Ryan found the small cabin incredibly hot. He'd a vague idea what a sauna
was and expected it to be warm, but not like this. It was made even worse
when Danny threw some water onto the pile of grey stones in the middle,
watching with some amazement as the room filled with steam.

"Come on, get `em off. It's the rules. You gotta be naked in here," Danny
said excitedly as he bent down to work his too-tight trunks off.

Ryan was glad to get naked. Wearing any sort of clothing in this humidity
was uncomfortable, and being naked was the best thing to be. In any case he
was way past being embarrassed in front of Danny. Gratefully he threw his
boxers to the floor and lay on the slatted wooden bench above Danny. To his
astonishment within fifteen minutes he'd grown accustomed to the heat and
was quite prepared to believe that some sex fun was possible after all. He
was no fool and thought he knew exactly why Danny had planned this
afternoon, but the intense enervating heat he felt when he first entered
the cabin had persuaded him that perhaps sex wasn't on his mind for once.

As if through some sort of telepathic connection, Ryan's thoughts were
interrupted from below as Danny said, "Look!"

Leaning over the edge, Ryan peered down and saw Danny playing with his
erection, sliding his foreskin up and down over his cockhead. He decided to
get his own back on Danny for the swimming trunks business.  "Yeah. So
what? I've seen it before. It'd make a change to see it soft for once. Does
it ever do that?"

Danny's brain had done the usual adolescent trick of jumping from his head
to his groin at the merest suggestion of a hint of sex, and he was
momentarily struck dumb when he heard this from Ryan. There was no way he
expected that sort of comment and his dick began to deflate. Then his brain
moved back to where it should be, and he retorted that it was Ryan's fault
it kept getting hard, and he should come and sort it out.

Giving a theatrical moan, Ryan make a show of climbing down from his bunk
and kneeling beside Danny. Taking hold of the adorable boner between his
finger and thumb as if it were poison, he said, "Oh, well! If I must, I
must. But this is the last time!"

"I don't care. Pleeeeeeeease do it properly for me, now!" Danny begged.

"OK," Ryan smiled, giving up the charade. "Squash back against the wall
so's I can get on."

Gleefully, Danny did as he was asked and was even happier when Ryan
squeezed himself onto the bench, obviously intending to give him a blow
job.

Hungrily, the two cocks were devoured. The heat and steam only seemed to
add to the enchantment as they settled down to a serious bit of fun: in
fact, if either had been asked at that point, they would have agreed that
their partner was hotter than the room could ever be!

Aware that they only had a limited time before they would be missed, they
concentrated on giving as much sensual pleasure they could to each
other. Already in their so-far fairly brief friendship they knew what each
other liked, and delighted in using the knowledge to give one another the
absolute maximum of enjoyment, and at this moment as quickly as possible
too. Tongues darted in and out, tickling cockheads and swirling round the
insides of foreskins, running up and down hot, throbbing
shafts. Feather-light fingers flitting around balls and even extending as
far as (in Ryan's case at least) a desperately longing-to-be-filled hole
added to the erotic maelstrom. Their expertise and experience soon paid
off, as with feverish mind-blowing suddenness they simultaneously blasted
gobs of hot, creamy cum into each other's desperately waiting throats. Such
was the violence and precipitous speed of the ejaculations that neither had
any choice but to swallow
 the juice. Ryan had eaten it before of course and, although not
particularly choosing to swallow it, didn't mind. It was Danny's first
time. Naturally he'd tasted it before, but he'd never been presented with a
massive dose like this all in one go. Manfully, he gulped as much of it
down as he could, the remainder dribbling from his mouth. Unlike Ryan, he
already knew he liked the taste and didn't object in the slightest; only
the amount and force made him gag a little.

Breathing heavily, a rosy-red glow suffusing both their bodies, they
dressed swiftly, Danny having the forethought to dash into the changing
room and collecting a pair of more suitable trunks for his mother's
benefit. Picking up their outdoor clothes in a jumble, they darted back to
the house.

Fortunately they weren't too late. The only comment was a raised eyebrow
from mother and a "You're just in time" comment.

Once they'd dressed more appropriately, the family sat down together for
the evening meal. This was passing quite normally until mum asked if they'd
had a good swim and passed some innocuous comment about their being a long
time in the sauna. Without hesitation or thought, Danny replied that they'd
had a fantastic swim, but had fallen asleep together in the sauna. It was
the `together' bit that threw Ryan into a coughing fit. Mum and dad had
missed the heavy inference, but Ryan certainly hadn't, and for the first
time, Danny saw him blush. It was put down to the choking fit of course,
but Danny knew better and with a self-satisfied smirk stuck his tongue out
discretely at Ryan. It didn't help either when he put a brotherly arm round
Ryan's shoulder and asked if he was OK, taking the opportunity to give his
balls a quick grope under the table.

During the rest of the evening sat in front of the television, every time
Ryan and Danny caught each other's eye, Danny grinned. At first Ryan was
angry, both with himself and with Danny, but as time went on and nothing
more was said of the matter, he calmed down and by the end of the evening
was even beginning to see the funny side of it. He was determined though to
tell Danny in no uncertain terms what he thought of his so-called joke.

In their room later on that night, before they'd got undressed they were
laid on their own beds reading quietly to themselves when Ryan said, "We
should be more careful what we do and say in front of mum and dad you
know."

"It was alright, they didn't know what you were fitting at," Danny grinned,
looking up from his book

"No, said Ryan thoughtfully, "but they might have asked some more
questions.."

Danny looked thoughtful and even a little chastened.

"Come over here, I wanna talk to you," Ryan whispered urgently.  Danny
sensed this wasn't going to be a sexy sort of talk, and letting go of his
cock, which he'd been stroking through his shorts absentmindedly until now,
shuffled across to the other bed.

Laying down together, face to face, Ryan put an arm under his mates neck,
stroked his hair and looked Danny straight in the face.

"Listen, Danny, I wanna tell you something. Promise you'll listen properly
to me?"

With worried concern, Danny nodded his head and waited for him to start.

"All my life until now, ever since I can remember, I've been in care," he
started, "And now for the first time I've found someone, a family, who've
been good enough to let me live with them. Your mum and dad are special,
they're the only ones who have been interested enough to let me be a real
part of the family and not an outsider who is only here for a bit."

Danny was uncomfortably aware that tears were beginning to form in Ryan's
eyes.

"They've even promised to adopt properly me if things work out, and there's
nothing more in the world I want than that. You and me get on OK; better
than OK in fact, and I think I'm starting to really love you as a brother
and best friend. We've done some fantastic things together and I don't want
them to stop, ever. But." He paused and took a deep breath before carrying
on, "But if you let on, even by accident, that we're doing things we
shouldn't then you'll be in trouble; and more than that, so will I and
they'll send me away, and I know I won't be able to handle that again, not
now." The tears were flowing freely, and despite Ryan's very best effort,
they wouldn't stop.

Even Danny started to tear up and wrapped his arms round his brother to
comfort him, whispering, "It's alright Ryan, I won't do it again, I
promise. And we'll never do those sexy things again if you don't want. I
love you and don't want you to leave, ever."

Suddenly there was a tap on the door, which opened without warning and
Danny's mother walked in.

The two boys had just enough time to separate, rubbing their eyes to wipe
away the tears.

"What's the matter, I thought I heard one of you crying ... ," she started
and stopped suddenly when she saw the state we were both in.  Danny rushed
over to his mother and threw his arms around her, his sobs coming freely.
"It's alright, son, it's alright." she comforted him, looking worriedly at
Ryan.

"Ryan says ... Ryan says ..." he stopped , took a deep breathe and started
again. "Ryan says he loves it here and never wants to leave. He loves you,
and he loves dad and he loves me and ..." he paused again for breath.

"It's OK, don't worry. Who said anything about leaving?" she said, stroking
her son's hair.

"No one, but we were just talking, and," he started crying again. "I
couldn't bear it if he left."

Danny's mother cuddled him closely and said loudly enough for them both to
hear, "We don't want Ryan to leave either. In fact your dad and I were
saying that we aught to think seriously about starting the adoption thing
moving," she added looking at Ryan.

"If that's alright with you, Ryan," she said smiling, "But I think I know
the answer to that one."

She stayed for another ten minutes, talking about how much they liked and
even admired Ryan for being such a nice boy, even though he'd had a lot of
problems in the past. "We've known a lot of boys over the years, and you're
the only one we've even thought about adopting. I think I'm a fairly good
judge of boys by now," she smiled, "And I think you'll do. If you can stand
living with this monster that is."

She had that magic touch which very few people have of saying just the
right thing at the right time, and Ryan looked at her, wide-eyed. Once what
she'd just said had sunk in, he rushed over and put his arms around her,
joining those of her son, and his brother. He was too emotional to even cry
now; he knew he'd found a home for life and didn't have the words to say
thank you.

"That's enough now, you two. Any more and you'll have me crying as well."
Unravelling herself from the two pairs of arms hugging her, she gave them
each a kiss on the cheek and said, "You two look after each other and I'll
see you in the morning." With that she left the room, closing the door
quietly behind her.

The two boys stood facing each other, their tear-stained cheeks and
red-rimmed eyes ignored. Slowly they moved into each others arms and clung
to each other tightly, allowing the tears to fall freely.

It was Ryan who broke away first, putting his arms on Danny's shoulders, he
looked at him and whispered, "Hello, brother."

"Hello yourself," Danny managed to stammer out, wiping his cheeks dry.

In something of a daze, they undressed and climbed into bed. They hadn't
bothered to wash, but somehow that didn't seem very important, not
now. Neither spoke for at least thirty minutes, taking time to let the news
sink in properly.

Eventually, it was Ryan who broke the silence. Getting out of bed, he
walked over to the washbasin and splashed cold water on his face. After
drying off, he turned to Danny and whispered, "Did you mean what you said
about not wanting to do any more sexy things?"

Danny stared, wide-eyed, at Ryan. "Course not. What ever gave you that
idea? But if you don't want to, then I'll have to find someone else to jerk
around with." He was feeling much better now, bouncing back to his old self
with that talent only young teenage boys seem to possess.

"Don't you dare. If I can't have you, then no one will. I'll beat you to a
senseless pulp if you do, and any idiot who tries to take my place!"

"Come on then, try it." Danny threw back the bedcover and shuffled to the
edge to make enough room for Ryan to climb in.

Eagerly they embraced and kissed lightly. "We gotta look after each other,
your mum said so," Ryan giggled. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Oooh, yes please!" Danny sniggered. "But only if I can take care of you as
well."

"Be my guest," Ryan retorted as he gently slid his hands under the
bedclothes to take care of his best friend.

Chapter Six. Experimenting.  They lay facing each other, foreheads touching
as they watched one another play with their toys. Delicate fingers danced
around cocks and balls sending delightful shivers down their
spines. Foreskins were eased back and cockheads traced round, eliciting
stifled moans from both of them, Danny having to clench his teeth to stop
himself shouting out at the electrifying feeling radiating from his dick.

"Stop! Stop! I don't wanna cum just yet," Danny panted.

Ryan paused, letting his hands wander up to Danny's nipples which he rubbed
lazily between fingers and thumbs. Leaning down, he took each in turn into
his mouth and lapped at them, feeling their increasing hardness.

"Fu .... Fu ...., ooooooohhh, aaaaaahh," Danny groaned, rolling his head
from side to side in ecstasy. "Don't. don't ........" Ryan carried on,
ignoring the pleas, until Danny reached up and wrested Ryan's hands from
his now super-sensitive nipples.

"That was too much!" Danny whimpered, breathing rapidly. "I nearly came
again when you did that!"

Ryan smirked and kissed him firmly on the lips. Danny opened his mouth and
eased his tongue as far as it would go into his brothers warm
cavern. Moving as close as they could to each other, they embraced
tenderly.

"You alright now?" Danny asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah. Just about perfect," he muttered.

Nothing more was said for a long time, until Danny whispered, "Remember
what you said we could do before? You know, the other night."

"Yeah?" Ryan replied.

"Do you wanna do it now? I mean, can I do it to you?"

Ryan looked at Danny curiously, "Sure?"  "Yeah. I think so. If you want me
to."  "Yeah. I'd like that."

Danny grinned and knelt up on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his
cock throbbing in his with his heart. He really is good-looking, Ryan
thought, especially when he's undressed. "What do we do?" he said, the
excitement lending an erotic tremor to his voice.

"Well, first of all we'll need some sort of oil or something to make it
easier to get it in."

Danny's eyes flickered round the room, desperately thinking what he'd
got. Suddenly, he remembered a jar of lanolin cream his mother had given
him when he'd got sunburn.

"Will this do?" he asked after ferreting out from the bottom of his
wardrobe.

"Perfect," Ryan grinned. "Now come here and I'll show you what to do."

Taking great care to cover every square centimetre of Danny's astonishingly
hard prick, Ryan smiled inwardly to himself, recollecting times past. It'd
been ages since anyone had screwed him and with a sudden shock realised how
much he'd missed it. His own boner gave a twitch as he spread the white
paste around his hole. Much to his astonishment, first one finger, then two
slipped in with remarkable ease and no pain at all.

Doubling a pillow over, he placed it under his butt, his knees drawn up to
his chest.

"Kneel down between my legs and put your dick against my hole," he
whispered. "But you'd better slide your foreskin down first, or it'll
hurt."

With no little difficulty, Danny tried to do as he was told. His achingly
hard cock made it next to impossible, but after a lot of trying and no
little pain, eventually it slipped over his cockhead.

"Right, now hold it and push it in. Slowly, though `cause it'll hurt until
you get it all in."

With an intense look of concentration, Danny gripped his tool and
pushed. Twice it slipped away and Danny was almost in tears with
frustration, but on the third try, he made it and slid nearly halfway down
his shaft before he managed to stop. Ryan's hole spasmed against the
intrusion, but as if remembering what it was supposed to do, immediately
relaxed and permitted Danny to sink down to his full extent, only stopping
when he felt his balls bounce against Ryan's butt.

Danny didn't know what to expect, or what sort of feelings he would have,
but they certainly they weren't the ones he was getting. His cock was
buried in a warm, all-consuming magical embrace. He felt his whole body
tingle and glow redly as he savoured the emotions coursing through it. Ryan
too was totally immersed in a world of his own, eyes tight shut as he felt
a hugeness filling his insides once more. He sighed, deliriously happy.

Experimentally, Danny eased himself back a little and absorbed the
unbelievable sensation. Pushing down, the feeling of delight increased
ten-fold. Moaning and groaning uncontrollably, he started to rock backwards
and forwards, allowing his dick to almost pop out before plunging back
again. Time and time again he forced himself in and out, in and out, in and
out, his mouth wide open, gasping for air. Ryan grasped Danny's butt cheeks
and added his weight to Danny's now frenzied bucking.

"This .... is ..... bloody .... fantastic!" Danny almost screamed, "Ab
... so ... lutely ..... fucking ... brilliant!"

Ryan heard Danny way off in the distance as his body was overtaken by a
supreme passion like nothing he'd experienced before. Back and forth the
two lovers powered, delighting each other, neither knowing or caring about
anything else except their mutual emotions, rapidly climbing to an undreamt
of height.

With a last, desperate, yell, Danny forced his swollen dick as deep as it
would go and spewed forth a jet-propelled stream of boiling hot
cum. Feeling the wads of love-juice spasming into his gut, Ryan followed
through, and with a pressure he'd rarely, if ever, encountered before,
watched as the seemingly continuous stream shot over his head before
dropping onto his torso in one straight line from his face to his prick.

Five minutes later, they managed to summon up enough energy to talk.

"That was unbelievable!" Danny sighed.

"Yeah, wasn't it!" Ryan agreed, still struggling for breath.  They nestled
closely together, Ryan's cum bonding them as they dozed, mentally and
physically spent. Each smiled in their sleep, subconsciously revelling in
their new-found ability to express their rapidly growing love for each
other.

Ryan woke up first, keeping his eyes closed as he basked in that
wonderfully peaceful state between sleeping and waking. He felt his dick
begin to stiffen against Danny's flaccid one as he tried to remember the
awesome dream he'd had. Danny and him had, well, not to put too finer point
on it, fucked. It'd been something he'd wanted to happen ever since he'd
first met him, and the dream was so realistic that ...... His brain gave a
lurch as he suddenly became aware of Danny cradled in his arms. It took a
long few moments before he realised that it was no dream. As if to confirm
his thoughts, he eased a finger between his butt cheeks, and yes, there it
was, a slight, but oh-so-important dampness! Exhilarated, he lay back and
sighed contentedly.

Danny woke up, feeling Ryan stir. Bleary-eyed he stared at him,
confused. "Did we? Did I?" he stumbled out.

"Yeah, We did," Ryan grinned. "And how!"

"Good!" was the only response before Danny shut his eyes and grinned.

Their cocks hardened side-by-side as they ran the events through their
minds. Ryan dropped a hand to his boner and stroked it as he fondled Danny
with the other.

"Mmmmmmmmm, That's nice," Danny exhaled. "Don't stop."

Danny twisted round to face Ryan, and pushed Ryan's hand away as he grasped
his boner. Holding it between his finger and thumb, he peered at it, as if
seeing it for the first time.

"Does that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" he mused.

"I suppose it does; never thought about it before," Ryan answered. "Yeah, I
suppose it does." Then, as an after-thought, added, "But we haven't done
the other yet, so I'm not sure."

It took a split second before Danny worked out what he meant. "Oh no, we
haven't, have we." He seemed a little disappointed at this news and
frowned.  Ryan felt sorry for him: it seems that losing his virginity was
somehow important to him. "I think you've lost your virginity, but not your
cherry. That's how it works."

This cheered Danny up and he returned to playing with his brothers love
tool. He was still thinking though, and asked, "Are you a virgin? Have you
lost your cherry?"

Ryan had hoped against hope that this particular topic of conversation
wouldn't ever come up. He'd lost both, years ago. He had been screwed by a
much older boy when he was ten: he could feel the pain now, it'd been rape
as much as anything else, with the promise of a beating if he ever told
anyone. He'd lost his cherry when he was twelve with a boy the same age as
himself, and that was good, he'd enjoyed that. He remembered Jack
fondly. He was a thin, wiry boy who had a long, thin dick who was into sex
in a big way. It was him who'd shown Ryan that sex can be fun and
enjoyable. They'd spent months doing things together until Jack was moved
into another home. After that, Ryan had sex with a few other boys in the
homes, but none of them with the affection he and Jack had shared. At one
time he was fucking and getting fucked almost every day. He looked on it as
a welcome escape from the mind-bending tedium of the home, and, he realised
with a
 jolt, a substitute for the love he wasn't getting anywhere else.

Dragging himself back to Danny, he replied, "Yeah. I lost `em both ages
ago, but I have hardly ever done it since then," he lied, suspecting the
real truth would hurt Danny unnecessarily.

It was well after four in the morning now, but neither boy felt in the
slightest bit tired.

"Do you wanna do it to me now?" Danny asked. "You can if you want."

Ryan thought for a moment. He was sure Danny wanted him to do it; the final
act in losing his virginity which seemed so important to him. What was
missing however, was the tenderness and passion. They could do it, of
course, and probably enjoy it, but somehow it didn't seem right, not just
now.

"Naah, not now, I'm too knackered. In any case, I like what we're doing
now." He leaned over and holding Danny by the cheeks kissed him deeply and
lovingly. "We'll do it tonight, promise."

Both cocks twitched with anticipation as they cuddled up once more and
caressed each other until they drifted off into a fitful sleep.


Chapter Seven. A New Day Dawns.  The boys woke with a start with Danny
senior banging on the door. "Come on you two, time you were up." Half-past
seven and the house was beginning to stir.

A little embarrassed for some reason, the two boys unwrapped their arms
from each other and grinned impishly.

"Come on, we'd better get up." Danny yawned.

Wrapping towels round themselves, they stumbled into the bathroom and
showered, for once neither getting an erection. Dressing in shorts and
T-shirts, they made their way downstairs for breakfast. Michael, Danny's
father, looked at his two boys and said, "Everything alright now?" He was
obviously referring to the tearful episode of last night which Pat must
have told him about.

"Yes, thanks dad," Danny replied without smiling.

"Yeas. Fine, thanks, Da... Michael .... er." He faltered to an embarrassing
halt and blushed.

Michael laughed as he said, "I suppose you'd better call me Dad from now
on. And over there is Pat, your Mother."

Ryan felt his blush spread from his face down his body. "Err, thanks
.... Dad," he managed at length to mumble, flustered.

"Good. Now that's over, " Pat smiled, "We can get things organised."

They all sat round the table as Michael and Pat explained what would have
to happen next for the adoption to be granted. "It isn't too difficult as
it happens," their dad said. "We've already got most of the paperwork
done. It only needs signing and the agreement of the Social Services. Then
there'll be a Court Hearing for the Judge to approve everything and it'll
be done."

Ryan couldn't believe his ears. For years he'd waited to be adopted and
nothing had happened. He'd given up hope ages ago as one by one all the
boys he'd grown up with had gone, eventually leaving him the odd one out,
with a constantly changing stream of children and adults around him.  There
was a pregnant pause as no one was quite sure what to say next. Danny
wrapped his legs round the chair to lock himself in place. If he didn't, he
was sure he'd rush over and hug Ryan and kiss him. Not a good idea.

Pat broke the impasse by saying, "We'll go out this morning and buy you
both some new clothes. I know Danny needs some, and I'm quite sure you'd
like to choose some new ones too, Ryan." It was there again, that intuitive
sense that did just the right thing at the right time.

The two boys high-fived each other and dug into a healthy breakfast.

It was mid-morning when the family hit town. Michael had gone to work, and
Pat had persuaded the boys to dress in something more appropriate than
baggy T-shirts and shorts. Easily sorted were the school clothes - white
shirts, grey trousers and socks. They would be going to the same school, so
that was no problem. The fun started when they began to pick out some
casual wear. The boys were giggling happily as they sorted through the
racks of shirts, jeans and shorts. They ended up with four sets of
identical clothing piled up on the counter. Several pairs of matching
underwear joined the mountain before Pat called a halt and suggested that
they might like to choose something different to each other as well, "I
want to be able to tell you apart sometimes," she laughed.

Shopping done and piled in the car, they decided to have a celebratory meal
together. It was during the meal that Danny asked his mother if they could
re-arrange their room now that Ryan was definitely staying. Agreeing
without a second thought, she added, "Oh, that reminds me. There was only
one bed used last night. I don't mind you showering together, but you aught
to sleep in your own beds."

"Sorry, mum!" Danny giggled, "But we stayed up late talking last night and
we sort of fell asleep on my bed."

Ryan's heart leapt to his mouth as he dreaded Danny adding the bit about
`looking after each other as you told us to'. Thank God he thought better
of it, although knowing Danny as he did, he was sure it'd crossed his mind.

"I don't mind you sharing a bed once in a while I suppose," she
continued. "In fact I don't suppose I could stop you even if I wanted to."

The two boys stopped eating and stared at each other, and then at their
mother. How much did she know? What was she thinking? Whatever it was, she
didn't seem to mind too much. Expected it even, it seemed.  Danny's mother
knew boys better than they realised, but wisely she said nothing. Pat was
happy for them both, Danny because he'd got the brother he'd always wanted,
and Ryan because he was a nice boy, a good companion for Ryan, and had
found a home he could call his own. Whatever they did together in the
privacy of their own room - well, that was up to them. She was sure that
they would probably experiment a little together, it was natural, but they
wouldn't go too far would they?

It was the middle of the afternoon and the two boys were sprawled out on
the living room floor, sketching ideas out for their room. Everything it
seemed revolved about where to put the beds. Close together, like a giant
double bed was quickly ruled out, much to their chagrin. Something told
them that this wouldn't be particularly welcomed. The next scheme was
discarded as they realised, even with the beds a discrete distance apart,
they would be seen as soon as anyone opened the door. After three more
attempts, they managed to compromise and settled on a plan. The two beds
would be placed against the wall, behind the door, and separated by a
bedside cupboard: this they hoped would satisfy both their parents. Eagerly
they showed the sketch to their mother whose only comment was that they
might have a problem with the sun shining on the tv set and computer
screen, but apart from that it was OK.

Gleefully they rushed upstairs, and before long Pat's ears were subjected
to the bumps and bangs of furniture being dragged around. Smiling to
herself, she hummed as she prepared the evening meal. Unsuspected by the
boys, both Pat and Michael were as happy as the boys were.

The boys looked round their room, pleased with their efforts. It only
wanted one or two posters and pictures moving and their sanctuary would be
perfect. There was only one last test, they smirked. Laying on the edge of
the beds facing each other, they stretched their arms out and discovered,
just as they'd hoped, that crotches were within reach! Danny even managed
to slide Ryan's zip down and ferret his hand inside, seeking out his
prize. Ryan let him just get his fingers round it before he stopped him.

"Not now," he said. "Let's wait until tonight, it'll be more fun."

Pulling a face and sticking his tongue out, Danny sprung off the bed,
danced around the room throwing his arms out and shouted, "Bloody
fantastic!" Rushing back to Ryan, he pecked him on the lips and announced
he was going for a swim.

Leaving him to go and work off some of his excess energy, Ryan went in
search of his mother, his brain still not quite used to the concept.

She was still in the kitchen, standing at the sink. Ryan leaned against the
work top and looked at her.  "Everything alright?" she asked.

"Yes. Thanks." he paused, still looking at her. "I just wanted to say. To
say. Thanks!" He dropped his head onto his chest, afraid he would cry if he
maintained eye contact.

Pat walked over to him and pulled him close, stroking his back. "That's
alright. I'm glad you're happy." They remained hugging each other until the
moment passed. "Go and find that brother of yours and make sure he's
behaving himself." She ruffled his hair, kissed him on the forehead and
wiped away a tear as he left the kitchen. Ryan too had to wipe his face as
he went in search of Danny.

The boys were still splashing about in the pool when Michael came home. He
put his arm round his wife's waist and watched the two boys enjoying
themselves as Pat recounted the day's events to him.

"I think we're very lucky," he whispered. "They make a good pair."

She nodded silently in agreement.

The evening was passed peacefully watching tv and chatting. The newly
arranged room was inspected and passed after Michael suggested that their
desks would be better placed facing each other rather than against the
wall. That would eliminate the reflection problem. Anxious to try out the
room, the boys grabbed a video from the shelf and announced they were going
upstairs to watch it before going to bed.

"Dressed or undressed?" Danny asked as he slid the cassette into the VCR.

"Dressed," said Ryan teasingly. "I wanna watch the film without being
abused again!"

"Bollocks!" Danny mouthed, grinning. "You know you like it."

"Later, maybe." was the quiet response. "But for now, you draw the curtains
and I'll turn out the lights." The room was darkened and the film started,
the two boys laying alongside each other, arms draped across backs..

"Let's take our shirts off," Ryan said once they'd heard mum and dad go to
their room. "I'm hot."

"I know," Danny giggled, "And how!"

"Dickhead!" Ryan laughed, "You know what I meant."

"Yeah. Well. You are hot!" Danny retorted, and as if to prove it made a
show of adjusting his hardening cock into a more comfortable position.

The film ended and the boys rolled over to face each other. "What we gonna
do now, Ryan?" Danny asked, "It's early yet."

"Dunno. I think I'll go to bed."

"At last! Yours or mine?"

"Mine, stupid, and by myself! I wanna get some sleep tonight." The tone of
voice didn't quite match the words.

Unhurriedly the lads stripped, watching each other as piece by piece
clothes were taken off and dropped in the laundry basket. Once they were
naked, Danny jumped into Ryan's bed and held the bedcover up, inviting Ryan
to join him.

Sighing dramatically, Ryan slid in beside Danny. "I don't know what sort of
family I've been landed with," he went on, "All I know is that they've got
a randy, sex-mad boy for a son who can't seem to get enough of it." He
grinned as he took hold of Danny's red-hot member and petted it. "See what
I mean?"

"Piss off! I'm not the only one am I? Look!" He grabbed Ryan's erection and
gave it a firm squeeze. "What we going to do tonight?" Danny whispered.

"No idea, but I'm sure we'll think of something. By the way, monster, I
aught to strangle you!"

"Why? What've I done now?" Danny said, looking puzzled.  "This morning, at
lunch. I nearly choked when mum said about the bed."

"Oh, yeah! I'd forgotten that."

"Yeah, well, and when you said about falling asleep by accident, I just
knew you were going to drop us both in it by saying about `taking care of
each other'!"

"It crossed my mind, but didn't think she'd understand me," he grinned
wickedly.

"Don't matter anyway now, `cause I told her what we did," Ryan said.

Danny's face froze, mid-smile. "You what!"

"Yeah. While you were swimming, I told mum all about how you forced your
way into my bed and almost raped me last night. And it wasn't the first
time either!"

Breathing an immense sigh of relief as it dawned on him that Ryan was
joking, Danny said, "Oh, yeah and what did she say then?"

"She said to rip off your dick and stick it up your you-know-where if you
tried it again"

Danny giggled at the thought, and then remembered: "You said that we'd do
it again tonight." He was being serious now, all joking aside.

"Yeah, I know. Do you still want to?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind." The phrase came across as slightly incongruous
to Ryan, as if he was just asking for a little favour or something.

" `Course not. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Honestly? I was worried that you didn't wanna do it again."
"Yeah. Honestly. I just can't resist that terrific body of yours!!"

It took them a few minutes to remember where they'd stowed the cream from
last night, and after a frantic search found it under the bed where Danny
had put it `just in case'!

Knowing how painful it was going to be, Ryan was going to make sure he took
a great deal of care to ensure Danny was good and ready before he did
anything.

"Come here and kiss me," Ryan whispered, "I want you so badly, you wouldn't
believe it."

Danny shook with emotion as he wrapped his arms round Ryan and buried his
head on his shoulder. The time was passed when words were needed. Clinging
on desperately, Danny kissed him hard and firm on his lips, his hands
roaming up and down Ryan's back, stroking him as if his life depended on
it. Ryan, sensing the emotional tension rising in his brother, hugged him
tighter and caressed his beautiful body. They kissed and cuddled for a
timeless age, lost in each other's eyes. A warm, delicious glow suffused
their bodies as they cherished each other passionately. Slowly and with
infinite care, Ryan pressed an exploratory finger into Danny's butt. There
was only the slightest of hesitation before it opened to let him in. Two
fingers and there was still no sign of rejection. "Christ!" he thought, "Is
he ever ready for it!"

Without breaking their kisses, Ryan felt around for the cream with one
hand, the other still keeping its place inside Danny's treasure
trove. Locating it at last, he made sure he was well coated before
spreading a good glob around Danny's hole.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Pleeeeeease get it in now!" Danny begged, "I can't
wait."

Doing as he was hold, he lay on his back and encouraged Danny to kneel
astride him, his butt a few tantalizing inches over his cock. It took Danny
only seconds to work out how they were going to do it.

With a tender and loving smile, Ryan took hold of his iron-hard dick and
held it as Danny lowered himself down. Once they'd got themselves
positioned properly, Ryan nodded at Danny and whispered, "Now!"

With a grimace, and eyes wide-open looking directly as his lover, he
dropped a bit lower until Ryan's cock was pressing firmly against his
sphincter. With a desperation born of sheer, naked lust, he forced his ring
open and squatted down. Ryan's dick popped straight into the love tunnel as
if it they were made for each other. Danny was surprised that it was
nowhere near as painful as he'd been led to expect. OK, it hurt for a split
second as it went in, but then it felt absolutely fantastic.

He'd done it! He'd actually done it!

Letting himself down as far as he could, he sat on Ryan's groin and
breathed out an enormous sigh of relief, gazing lovingly into Ryan's eyes,
telepathically trying to let Ryan know just how wonderful, excited, happy,
whatever .... he felt. Ryan stroked Danny's face as he watched, hoping with
all his heart that it was as good as Danny wanted it to be. He needn't have
worried; Danny was in heaven. Never in a zillion years would he have
expected to feel this way. It exceeded even his wildest erotic dreams!

In a trance of his own, Danny started to ride Ryan's magnificent cock,
grasping his wrists as he did. Every fibre of his body was alive, burning
with elation and pure, simple joy. He was well into his rhythm now,
grinning manically as he rapidly approached his so desperately needed
orgasm, which, when it burst over him in a shower of brilliant stars and
flashing lights almost caused him to faint, a raw, animalistic scream only
being silenced when Danny thrust a fist into his mouth to stop it
escaping. Ryan was with him all the way; as soon Danny started, his butt
cheeks clenched vice-like against his super-sensitive dick, he knew he was
in for the time of his life. There w as no pausing, no letting up, no
hesitation in the headlong race to his volcanic climax. As if united by
some sixth sense, Ryan's ejaculate was released at precisely the same
moment, breathtakingly painful and massively vicious in its
intensity. There never had been, and never
 would be again such a fantastic celebration of their boyhood love for each
other; it was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience, never to be repeated
or forgotten.

Fifteen minutes later, they felt able to put a few words together that
would make sense. Danny was the first one to try. He looked at Ryan,
shaking his head from side to side, still not quite believing how he could
have survived such a mind-blowing experience. Tears slid down his cheeks as
he shook his head. "Thanks!" was all he could manage. "It was ..." Words
failed him.

"Shush, don't say anything," Ryan urged. "Just lay down and kiss me.."

And he did, the happiest boy ever to lose his cherry and become the person
he so desperately wanted to be, a real friend, everlasting companion and
confirmed lover of the bestest brother in the whole world. Ryan knew this
instinctively and accepted his fate gladly.

Their deep affection was demonstrated just once more that night. In the
early hours, they gave each other a tender, devoted blow job just before
Danny climbed into his own bed. With a final, whispered, "Now we're REALLY
brothers," he slipped into a sound, much-need sleep.  Chapter Eight. The
Final Steps.

It took just six weeks for the adoption papers to go through. In fact, the
approval was given the same week that Danny had his 14th birthday. The
family had celebrated by going to a hotel for the week-end, allowing the
boys to spend as much time as they wanted on their own; plaguing the
amusement arcades with their presence, eating junk food until it came out
of their ears and generally just being boys determined to have a good
time. The best bit was over dinner on the first night when they exchanged
presents. After much thought, they'd dressed in matching short jackets,
patterned shirts and light blue trousers. A great many eyes turned to look
at the strikingly handsome duo as they walked into the dining room. Almost
all the women, and a good many of the men felt stirrings in their groins as
they wove their way between the tables to join their parents. They were
indeed a stunningly good looking two-some: fresh-faced and innocent, the
obvious pride and
 joys of a devoted family. Even Michael and Pat felt a lump in their
throats as they ordered their meal, conscious of the envious glances from
their fellow diners.

Over dessert, they exchanged gifts. Two boxes appeared, identical except
for the colour of the wrapping. One was Danny's, for his birthday, and one
was Ryan's to mark his new status. With only a little prompting from their
parents, they'd bought each other identical gold bracelets, Ryan's marked
"To Ryan Sanderson, with love from Mum, Dad and Ryan." and Danny's
inscribed, "To Danny Sanderson, with love from mum, dad and Ryan
Sanderson."

"I'll give you another present later tonight," Ryan said conspiratorially
to his brother as they sat watching the world go by waiting for their
parents. "If you want it, that is."

"You try and stop me. I've got a prezzie for you as well, if you behave
yourself!"

"Wonder if it's the same as the one I've got in mind for you?" Ryan
speculated.

"It'd better be. Mine's one of those sorts of presents that comes in two,
er, bits!" he sniggered.

They were saved from exploring this road any further by the arrival of
their mum and dad, who told them that they were going out for a drink, and
asked if they could look after themselves while they were out. The two boys
broke into hysterics, both thinking the same thoughts. Their parents
shrugged their shoulders at each other, bemused completely by their
reaction, putting it down to some weird boyish sense of humour.

"Don't worry. I expect we'll go to our room soon and watch some cable-tv,"
they said.  "OK then, we'll see you at breakfast then, about half-past
eight. Goodnight."

Relieved to be on their own at last, the lads sat in the foyer for while,
people-watching. There were quite a number of other boys staying in the
hotel as it happened, of all sorts of ages and sizes.

"Bet he does," whispered Danny in Ryan's ear, nodding in the direction of a
freckle-faced, fair-haired twelve-year old.

"Does what?" Ryan asked.

"Jerk off." Danny giggled, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

"No chance. He hasn't got a dick, at least not one I can see. He does
though, looking at a pimply 16-year old with a fair-sized bulge in his
trousers."

"Yeah, but it's all big and hairy, like a caterpillar!"

"Oh, you've seen it have you?" Ryan giggled, "Being unfaithful already?"

"Naah, Just comparing so's I know what I'm missing."

They carried on in this vein for some time, attracting one or two angry
stares as they got noisier and more excited.

"We'd better make ourselves scarce before we're given a bollocking," Ryan
said eventually, "I'm sure that fat kid over there heard what I said about
him not being able to find it buried in all that blubber!"

"I can't move just yet," Danny said, "Give me a minute."

The reason for Danny's problem was more than obvious as Ryan glanced
downwards. "Put your jacket over it and make a run for it," he sniggered.

Swallowing hard, he did his best and walked quickly to the stairs where he
broke out into a run, heading straight for their room. Opening the door, he
launched himself onto his bed, laughing hysterically.

Still giggling, the boys channel-hopped until they found a film they could
both enjoy. Laying comfortably on the floor, divested of their jackets and
shirts, they settled down, side-by-side.

During a commercial break, Ryan stood and informed Danny that he was going
for a piss. "Me too!" Danny exclaimed, following him through to the
en-suite bathroom. It was huge; almost as big as the family one at home,
complete with a shower, bath, wash basin and toilet bowl, piles of towels,
soaps and shampoo were tastefully spread out: Danny had an idea which he
stored for later. His dick began to rise, both at the idea he'd had, and
the sight of Ryan's cock pointing at the bowl. Ryan raised his eyes
skywards, and asked if Danny's cock ever rested.

The film ended, and they had half an hour before the late-night one was due
to start.

"Come on, let's have a bath together. It'll be fun." Danny said as he
dragged his mate to his feet. Dropping their trousers and pants where they
were, the handsome, naked, pair headed for the bathroom. They filled the
tub with warm water, emptied the best part of a bottle of smelly stuff in
it and jumped in. They sat facing each other, grinning madly, as toes
gently tickled balls until their cocks stood to attention, cock-heads
bobbing about in the water like tiny little islands, much to their
amusement. Danny soon became frustrated as not only were the taps digging
painfully into his back, but he couldn't reach any part of Ryan's body
above his knees. With no little difficulty, he managed to squirm his way
round and lay between Ryan's legs, belly down and resting his head between
his nipples, which he kissed gently as he relaxed. He was delightfully
aware of Ryan's boner pressing into his stomach, and his own dick being
squashed underneath
 him. It was worth the slight discomfort though as he closed his eyes and
nuzzled Ryan's chest. He felt Ryan's hands gently kneading his butt cheeks
and sighed, perfectly content.

"Come on, I'm turning into a prune," Ryan said as the water began to
cool. "Let's clean up and get out. The film starts in a minute." Lovingly
and tenderly they washed each other slowly and carefully, both boys
deriving much pleasure in being able to perform this little service for
each other. Much better than showering, they decided.

Stepping out of the tub, they started to rub each other down with the warm,
white towels. Danny was paying particular attention to Ryan's crotch,
making sure every drop of moisture was dried up. After about the tenth
attempt to wipe Ryan's dick dry, Danny was told that it was probably done
by now, and if he rubbed it any more, he'd need another bath! Not bothering
with the bath robes, or anything else for that matter, the lads strolled
arm-in-arm back to the bedroom.  "Let's watch the film in bed," Ryan said
as he folded the blanket back. "You grab the lights and I'll turn the tv
on." Ryan smiled to himself at the way his brother's beautiful still erect
dick bounced as he scurried across the room. Taking the opportunity whilst
his back was turned, he felt under the pillow for Danny's special 14th
birthday present.

Making themselves comfortable in the semi-darkness, they cuddled up close
together on the mountain of pillows they'd stacked behind their heads.

"That's better. I've been looking forward to this all day," Danny sighed,
kissing Ryan on his cheek.

"Me too. It's been a brilliant day all round. And now it's just me and you
at last. Happy birthday, brother." He kissed him properly on the lips, his
tongue searching for its companion.

The single blanket covering them moved about as if my magic as two pairs of
hands stroked and caressed two silky-smooth and now scented bodies, causing
their respective cocks to harden just that little bit more in
response. Only half-watching the film, they were much more interested in
each other and the thrill they were getting elsewhere. In fact the tv was
completely forgotten about as they turned over, wrapped their arms round
each other and let the rest of the world take care of itself.

Danny's hand was sliding up and down Ryan's prick in leisurely
time-stopping strokes when he was interrupted by a question from him.

"Want your birthday present now?" he murmured in his ear.

Danny nodded, still lost in a mist of love.

"Close you eyes, then and don't open them until I say so."

Danny did as he was asked, holding his breath. He knew it was going to be
sexy and fun; he hoped that it would be that special something which Ryan
and he had grown to love almost more than anything else on Earth, but he
wasn't sure, and trembled with lusty anticipation.

He felt the bed move as Ryan said, "OK, you can open your eyes now."

His eyelids snapped back instantly as he searched for the gift. He didn't
have to look far: In front of him, not three inches away was the funniest,
and most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Ryan's dick was sheathed in a bright
red condom, with a blue bow tied round it!!

"Happy Birthday, lover boy!" Ryan laughed.

Danny broke out in fits of giggles. "Where? How? What? ....." he stammered
out. It's brilliant! And just what I wanted!"

"You gotta unwrap it," Ryan said quietly, leaning forwards inching his tool
even closer to Danny's mouth, "Without using your hands."

His stare flickered between the awesome sight in front of him, and Ryan's
twinkling eyes as he opened his mouth.

Gripping the bow between his teeth, he pulled until it came undone and
dropped onto his chest. Putting his hands on his hips, he pulled Ryan's
dick into his mouth and closed his lips, his tongue lapping against the
condom. For an instant he didn't believe it: he licked it again to check,
and pushing it out of his mouth, stared at Ryan in disbelief.

"Strawberry! Bloody strawberry! Where the Hell did you get that from? It's
brilliant!"

Both boys rolled about, laughing like lunatics, tears rolling down their
cheeks, the bright red pole between Ryan's legs standing out like a beacon.

Experimentally, Danny eased the thing back into his mouth and licked it,
doing his best not to grin at the unexpected taste.

Deciding that it wasn't too bad in fact, he started to pleasure his partner
with gusto. Ryan let me carry on, happy that Danny so taken with his
present. But that was only the first part. Before he got too carried away,
he withdrew from Danny's mouth, and murmured with all the passion he could
muster, "That's only the first part. Want the second?"

Danny's heart gave a lurch as he realised what he meant; at last, the one
thing he most desired.  "Yes. Oh, yes! Please!" he whispered.  "Good!" Ryan
almost shouted, "I hoped that's what you'd say! It's your birthday, you can
choose. What do you wanna do, me in you or you in me?"

Danny liked both, and thought for a moment. He was slightly worried because
he knew that whenever he did it to Ryan, he liked it so much that couldn't
help shouting and screaming as he came, and he even felt really dizzy as
well: it scared him just a little. Ryan, he knew loved both as well, but if
anything, liked putting it in Danny just a bit more. That settled it. If
Danny could make Ryan happy, then that's what he'd do.

"You do it to me. I'd really love that. But first you gotta take that thing
off." Pointing at the condom, he giggled as he added, "I'd hate for it to
come off inside me. Try explaining that to the doctor, or even worse, my
mum!"

Agreeing with his brother, Ryan unrolled the offending rubber and stuffed
it in his trouser pocket out of harm's way.

"Shit! We've got no cream!" Ryan suddenly said as they lay on the bed. Not
that they needed much these days anyway. They were both making lots of
pre-cum now, and Danny was finding it easier and easier each time they did
it, but still ......

"I know," said Danny, mightily pleased that their fun wasn't going to be
ruined. "We can use that smelly stuff we put in the bath. At least I'll
smell of shampoo and not have a red balloon up my arse!"

Once retrieved and back on the bed, they adopted their now familiar
position, face to face as a small glob of green goo was applied to the
relevant parts.

There was no pain at all as the little lubricant they needed did its
job. With a long "Aaaaaaagh," Ryan impaled himself on his mate.

"That's nice!" Danny sighed as he put his hands on Ryan's shoulders and
kissed him lightly. "Just what I've been waiting for."

"Yeah! Me too!" Ryan agreed. "You're 14, right?"

"Yeah. So?" Danny replied.  "So, you get 14 bumps. And one for luck!"

They counted together as Ryan got to work. "One. Two. Three ........," each
count coming a little more breathless than the last one. "Eight, nine
......." They were getting close and Ryan bucked more energetically as they
approached the magic number. Danny was hardly breathing at all by now, his
mouth agape as he struggled for oxygen. His nails dug into Ryan's wrists as
he shuddered and trembled with combined adoration for Ryan and passion of
their love-making.

"Twelve, thirteen, and four - fucking - teen! And fif -tee -teen" Ryan
panted out as he climaxed, expending the last drop of energy as he filled
Danny's guts with his cum.

Unrealised by both boys, Danny had spasmed his load out on number eleven,
but neither cared. Danny's still rock-hard cock managed to spurt out a
couple more wads of cum in empathy with Ryan.

"We gotta stop doing this," Ryan gasped as they cuddled up together. "I'm
gonna have a heart attack one day!"

"As long as you have it when you're up me, I don't care!" Danny
giggled. "What a way to go, though!"

"Piss off," was the standard reply as they lost themselves in a kiss.

Idly, Danny scooped up the globs of cum from his belly onto his fingers and
looked at it before feeding it to Ryan and himself. "There. That's
better. All gone now."

Yet again, the second bed wasn't used that night.

Crawling down to breakfast at half-past eight, Pat and Michael weren't in
the least surprised to see their charges yawning widely, and assumed they'd
stayed up most of the night talking or watching tv. What did take them by
surprise was their dress. Once again identically uniformed, there were
wearing white T-shirts and bright yellow shorts. The shorts were a little
on the tight side they thought, showing off a lot more than they really
should, but convinced their boys weren't aware of it, let them pass.

Their last day was spent very much like the one before, the only difference
being some souvenir shopping in the morning and a pub lunch. The boys spent
the afternoon messing about in the amusement park, boy-watching in between
enjoying themselves on the rides. Their dress attracted no little attention
as they both knew it would when they'd decided what to wear that
morning. Both took pernicious delight in the effect they had on most boys
they saw, and some of the men - they'd taken note of peoples reactions in
the dining room the night before.

Things almost got out of hand when they had to visit the toilets
though. Luckily the park had separate `mens' and boys' facilities, and they
were relieving themselves in the boys urinal when the incident
happened. There was no alternative but to unfasten their shorts completely
when they wanted to piss, and they were stood alongside each other draining
their bladders and looking at each other's cocks when they became aware of
someone else in the room. Glancing round, they saw a boy of about 14 or 15
stood at the next urinal but one, staring at them. There was no doubt as to
what he was thinking as his dick was erect and pointing at the wall in
front of him. Neither was he taking any pains to hide it: he looked
directly at the boys and when he was sure they were watching, moved his
eyes down to his dick. Just a bit bigger then either of theirs, it looked
nice. Danny and Ryan caught each other's eye, and for an instant thought
about it. With a
 very slight shake of the head, they hastily re-fastened their shorts and
left.

Shortly afterwards, they were sat on a bench eating an ice-cream when Danny
brought the subject up. "It looked OK didn't it."

Ryan instantly knew what he meant: he'd been thinking the same
thing. "Yeah, it looked good."

The licked their ice creams and thought.

"Would you?" Ryan asked.

"Dunno. I might." Danny knew Ryan was much more experienced than him, and
had done it with lots of boys probably, but he'd only ever been with Ryan,
And the thought of doing something sexy with someone else excited him more
than he thought it would, or should.

The subject was dropped, both knowing that it would be brought up again:
they needed time to think about it.

It was later that night when they were in bed (their own for a change!)
that Ryan mentioned it.  They were fondling each other, arms stretched out
over the gap when Ryan said, "Remember that kid's dick in the toilets?"
"Yeah." Danny replied, not missing a stroke.

"Would you have - you know - if you could?"

"Dunno. Maybe," Danny answered, waiting to see where Ryan was
heading. "Wouldn't do it there though. Too many people. Too dangerous."
"You're right. Might be fun though. If, you know, there was someone else we
could mess with. Just once in a while."

That was it, thought Danny. They were both thinking the same. "Yeah. It
could be OK. But it wouldn't stop us doing anything, would it?" He sounded
worried.

"No, course not. We live together. And in any case, you and me are the
best.. Nobody could spoil that."

Danny, relieved to hear this, turned the idea over in his mind now that the
one thing worrying him was out of the way. His cock gave a throb as he
thought about it, not missed by Ryan who smiled. Not wishing to waste a
good hard-on, Ryan slipped out of bed and joined Danny.

Languidly they toyed with each other as they continued their conversation
in hushed tones. Both boys were excited at the prospect, however nebulous,
of getting someone else involved in their fun and games. Carefully the boys
circled round the centre of their discussions, trying to work out just what
they were thinking and how far they would go.

"I don't think I'd like it if you and him, er, did, you know. I wouldn't
let him."

"No, of course not. Don't be daft. That is just for you and me. When anyone
does that, it means they're special and you don't do it with anyone else."

The final question had been resolved, and the lads got down to
practicalities. They knew that Ryan had done things before, and Danny
hadn't. Ryan had been lucky because he had the boys in the homes. Danny
simply had never had the opportunity, never mind the knowledge that such
things ever happened between boys, until recently that is.

Toilets were ruled out as being too dangerous and too public. School was
ruled out for the same reasons, apart from the high risk of being labelled
as `queers' as well. That left the public swimming pool and tennis courts,
both of which were possibilities.

The two boys were extremely excited by their hugely erotic discussions and
stopped talking whilst they concentrated on bringing each other to a
delicious climax. Once again, the results of their efforts were collected
together and swallowed, the juices being thoroughly mixed together as they
kissed.

"I'm getting to like the taste of that," Danny smirked as he gulped..

"Me too!"Ryan replied, "That's something else we gotta keep to ourselves as
well!"

"Mmmm," Danny sighed. "I agree with that."

With a final cuddle and kiss, and a quick grope, Ryan returned to his
bed. The last sight he had as he drifted off to sleep was his wonderful,
angelic brother staring at him.





Chapter Nine. More Exploring.  The following days were spent exploring the
town and its surroundings, not with anything particular in mind, especially
not serious boy-watching, they weren't quite into that yet, Danny was still
showing Ryan around. In particular he was shown the school they would be
going to, a reminder that they would be starting there in just over two
weeks time. Sitting on a bench in the park, downing the usual hot dogs and
Coke, Danny told him about the school. Apart from the fact that it was
bigger than most schools Ryan had been to, it sounded like all the
others. He tuned Danny out, only half-listening as he watched the kids
playing on the grass. A group of half-a-dozen boys, a year or two younger
were kicking a ball around in a game of scratch football. Two or three of
them waved a cheery greeting as they played; one even asked if they wanted
to join in, an offer Ryan and Danny declined as they didn't particularly
like football. They'd stay and watch,
 though, if that was OK. It was. The boy who'd invited them kept looking
over as if to make sure they were still there. Taking a bit more interest,
the brothers examined him more closely. He couldn't have been more than 12
or so, slightly built with an unruly mop of brown hair. He was wearing
football kit; green top, white shorts and trainers, none of which were too
clean. It was noticeable too, that whenever the gang split up into huddles,
the boy didn't seem to belong to any special one, hovering between them all
- on the edge, but never a full part of any of them.

"Bet he does!" Danny mumbled at Ryan, his mouth full of Coke.

Ryan grinned, looked at the package in the shorts and agreed he probably
did. "Bet he can't cum yet though. He isn't old enough."

"Dunno. Nice thought though."

Before very long the match wound down and the boys split up to go their own
ways. The brown-haired boy drifted across and sat with Danny and Ryan.

"OK if I sit here for a minute? I'm Jack."

Hiding a smirk at his name, and manfully refraining from asking whether he
did or not, the boys said Hi! and asked if he wanted a drink of Coke
instead. Grinning broadly, he thanked them and took a mouthful from Ryan's
tin. The boys discovered that Jack lived not far away and spent nearly all
his time in the park as his parents both worked all day. He was supposed to
be with his Nan, but as long as he was out of her way, she didn't mind
where he was. Danny and Ryan looked at each other - the unspoken thoughts
confirmed.

"Any toilets round here?" Ryan asked. "I need a piss."

Jack pointed to a ramshackle brick building about fifty yards
away. "There. But they ain't too clean."

"They'll do. Coming Danny?"

They got up and wandered off towards the shed. Jack tagged along, assuming
he was invited. He was right, it smelt awful, no individual basins, just a
black, pitch-painted wall draining into a channel on the floor and a pair
of cubicles daubed in graffiti.

Jack placed himself between Ryan and Danny and pushed his shorts and pants
down, holding them out of the way of his stream of piss with his
thumbs. Copying him deliberately, the brothers did the same thing. None of
the lads needed to piss that badly it couldn't have kept, and they were
soon done. No one seemed to notice however as Ryan and Danny were watching
Jack, whose head was shaking from side to side, unashamedly sizing up their
cocks. Nobody moved. Jack glanced up at his two companions and smiled
slightly before returning to stare, his circumcised cock hardening
slightly. Danny leaned backwards slightly, and behind Jack's head mouthed,
"Want to?" Danny nodded quickly.  Still nobody made an attempt to put their
dicks away: Danny and Ryan encouraged theirs to harden up a little.

"Do you wanna do anything?" Jack asked nervously. "It's OK if you don't,
but I thought you might want to."

"Do you know anywhere to go?" Ryan whispered, pulling his trousers up.

"We could stay here, but it's not safe," Jack replied, still showing his
apprehension. "I know a place though, not very far."

"OK, we'll go if you like. But we haven't got long."  Jack was right. Less
than a hundred yards away was an enormous oak tree spreading over a mass of
small bushes and things. Leading the way, Jack suddenly dropped down and
crawled on his hand and knees through a hidden tunnel into the
undergrowth. Danny and Ryan followed.

"Stay kneeling down. Someone might see us if we stand up," Jack
whispered. Without waiting for any answer, he pushed his things down as far
as he could and looked at the brothers expectantly. They looked at each
other, and with only the slightest shrug of their shoulders, worked their
clothes down to expose their growing boners. The three boys moved closer to
each other, legs touching and squatting down on their haunches.

"They're nice," Jack whispered, all signs of nervousness gone now. "Can I
hold them?"

Danny and Ryan nodded and moved a hand each to Jack's groin. His dick was
well and truly hard by now. Slightly longer than either of theirs, and
fatter, sort of cone-shaped with a thicker bit at the bottom. And no hair
at all, just two perfectly smooth orbs nestling against his body. The
brothers felt all round his groin and even worked their hands up and down
his prick a few times.

Danny couldn't resist asking the obvious. "What do you like doing?"

"Wanking off," he replied. The questioning tone of his answer told the boys
that he probably didn't know that other things could be done. "Can I wank
you both at once?"

"Yeah, if you like." Ryan replied, still smiling.  Eagerly the lad inched
forward and grasped their pricks firmly and started. Ryan reached over and
grasped Jack's, Danny fondling his balls and tickling him in that special
place just behind them. Jack grinned widely at them and furiously worked
both his hands up and down. Danny and Ryan's hands changed places. What
Jack was doing, or at least the way he was doing it was quite painful. Not
enough to ask him to stop, but enough to resent it slightly. He was either
in a great hurry, or had never been taught patience! Danny, taking the
hint, tightened his fist and jerked their new friend off with the same
vigour.

In very short time, all three boys came. Not together, but close enough not
to worry about. Breathlessly, they all stopped. Jack, wreathed in smiles,
sat back and said how terrific they were. As he pulled his shorts up, he
asked if they could meet up again. Danny and Ryan weren't too sure, but
after a quick look at each other, said that they'd like that, and arranged
to meet in three days time. Within seconds, young Jack was out of the den
and away.

Danny and Ryan discussed it as they slowly rode their bikes back home.
Neither of the boys had enjoyed their jerk-off very much: it was too
hurried and there didn't seem to be the element of fun they usually had.
They agreed that they hadn't enjoyed Jack's technique very much; in fact
Ryan was quite sore. But, after thinking about it, said that he might be OK
after a bit of practice and teaching.

"He's got a nice dick, anyway!" giggled Danny. "Bigger than yours." He
pedalled rapidly away before Ryan could catch him.

They confirmed their agreement in their late-night bed time chat. They also
agreed that they shouldn't tell Jack where they lived, or which school they
went to. Which led to the next problem of where they could go - under a
tree wasn't very good for what they had in mind!

They didn't have any sex games that night, Ryan truthfully said his dick
was too sore, and Danny said that if Ryan wasn't then he wasn't either.

Danny lied. Less than an hour later, still wide awake, he was picturing
Jack's face and his erect, circumcised dick in his mind. He'd only ever
seen three of four hard-ons in his entire life, and none were the same as
Jack's. Danny tried to think of what Jack would like to do, and more
personally, what he'd like to do with Jack. Naturally he was playing with
his boner as these thoughts passed through his mind and it was with a shock
and not unpleasant surprise that he abruptly ejaculated into his fist.
Licking the warm gooey juice off his hand, he smiled to himself and turned
over to go to sleep. The last conscious thought he had was that he couldn't
honestly remember the last time he'd jerked himself off.

The End
***************************************
List of my longer stories posted on the Nifty Stories site:

Cairo Holiday /nifty/gay/highschool/cairo-holiday/

A developing story of two teenage boys who meet when one of them is on
holiday to Egypt. It tells of their developing relationship and the
liaisons they have with the local boys. They grow to like each other - and
more. They share a mutual desire to explore this magical city, and discover
more than they ever thought they would, not only about Egypt but also
themselves.. Things change however, when their families learn about their
special relationship.

Forest House /nifty/gay/adult-youth/forest-house/

Life in a home for teenage boys leads a young care worker into finding a
new side to himself which he didn't know existed, and at the same time
teaches a group of behaviour-problem boys that life can be fun sometimes!

Gareth's Story /nifty/gay/highschool/gareths-story/

Gareth is in care, and has been asked to put his life history down on
paper.. Despite his misgivings, he does, and in so doing discovers not only
himself but new friends. Later on he meets a new friend and his life
improves as he moves out of care to join a new family.

Garry and John Stories /nifty/gay/adult-youth/garry-and-john/

The story of John, a university undergraduate and his 12-year-old cousin
who find they enjoy each other's company and more, despite family
differences. They strike up a loving relationship and John takes Garry away
from an abusive and unloving home.  Garry and John Make A Home follows on,
they leave Oxford behind and set up home together.  Despite problems, they
both mature together and find that they can't live apart.  In the third
part, they leave England and move to Cairo where their relationship
develops and they make new friends and find life is fun as well as
interesting!

Life Is What You Make It /nifty/gay/college/life-is-what-you-make-it/

Story of a boy who leaves school and spends the summer trying to find out
who he is. He finds a soul-mate from his old school and, despite their
different cultures, learn that they have a great deal in common, eventually
setting up home together.

Tanta /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tanta/

Ahmed is the house-boy for a young accountant working in Egypt. A
relationship soon develops which suits them and before long they are living
together, much to the satisfaction of them both.

Tom Brown's Schoolboy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tom-browns-schoolboy/

Story about a young boy from a very disadvantaged background who is
befriended by one of his teachers who helps him move on to a much better
life.

Brian is Different /nifty/gay/adult-youth/brian-is-different/

Brian, even at his young age, knows that he likes the attentions of older
men and much to his delight finds one who, reluctantly to begin with, is
willing to satisfy his craving..

London Street Boy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/london-street-boy/

Tells the tale of a boy who ends up having to learn how to earn a living on
the streets of London, and all that it entails. For various reasons, he
decides that it isn't the life for him and makes a determined effort to
improve his station in life.