Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2018 00:35:50 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother Part 17 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Sorry about the delay, just been busy with stuff, but I hope you like this new chapter! Got some exciting twists and changes planned! Send all comments and complaints to army.mando9@gmail.com Chapter 17 – Time Keeps On Slipping, Slipping, Slipping... Time had started to really hit it's stride. Between my baseball practice, our theater stuff, and hanging out with Harry, not even counting our own little private stuff, weeks passed so fucking quickly. Time freaking flies when you are having fun, and boy, was I having the time of my damn life. Before I even realized it, it was the night Army, Harry, and I were gonna go rock out with our punk cocks out. Harry had to remind me that the show was tonight, I just kept losing track of everything. Thank gawd I had Army around as my little secretary sometimes. "Hey Ben, don't forget we have practice tonight." "Ben, you have a game this weekend on the north side of town." Hell, I'd probably forget where my ass was if my brother wasn't so damn obsessed with latching on to it for dear life. Also, as cliché as it is, I'm totally fucking my "secretary." "Don't forget, we're going to the show tonight." Harry dryly said, walking up to us after the last bell rang. "Umm... Can we pass by our place first, I gotta change." I was wearing my decent school clothes, didn't want to get them fucked up in the pit. Tons of my clothes were ruined because of stray limbs, spilt beer, or broken noses. "I don't even know what to wear..." Army pondered out loud, his innocence showing again. "Like, a biker jacket and... chains?" "You're going to a punk show, not a leather bar, Army, haha," Harry quipped. "You got his hopes up for nothing, poor guy." I joined in Harry's laughing. He's gotten very good at joining in our little insult fests. He's like our gay brother from a another mother. Maybe I shouldn't call him that though... Given my predicament with my actual brother, haha. Would probably be a fantasy for both of them. Maybe me too, honestly... Ever since Harry started hanging out with us more, I've noticed a lot more about him... The things he does or says that are so very... different from my brother. While my brother is kind of thin and isn't an active guy, Harry likes to keep himself moving. He works out, he plays sports. Fucker told me he used to play hockey back when he lived in Canada. Surprised he isn't missing teeth! Also, he's from fucking Canada. Both are way too smart, but in such fucking obnoxiously different ways. Army will correct you, with a little condescension, but he tries to be help, it's just kind of cold. But Harry is warm about how he talks to you, shares his knowledge, all smiles and hugs. The guy never seems to get angry. Hell, I asked him if he was a pothead at one point, because he was so damn chill all the damn time, but he's like "Nah, I don't got that kind of money." He's like... like the weird mirror version of Army. Maybe that's why I kind of... been enjoying our time together. I'll never tell Army this, because I know he can get jealous, but sometimes when he's sucking my dick or just messing around, I think about the 3 of us... Army servicing my cock, Harry slowly fucking my brother as he works, his green eyes locking with mine, the way his pale broad chest is getting sweaty and a little red as he picks up pace, the room filled with the sounds of Harry's hips slapping against the most perfect ass, while Army just moans pure bliss into my junk, trying to concentrate on sucking but just losing himself. Or myself, balls deep in Harry, our lips locked as his legs wrap around me, pulling me closer into him, while Army comes up behind me, doing his best to fuck me and match our rhythm despite being a short-stack, which I joke with him about between thrusting into his best friend, till finally he succeeds in getting a little fuck train started, all 3 of us moaning in unison as we fuck eachother. Guilt usually follows, but I keep going back to this damn fantasy. Because fuck, it makes me cum buckets just thinking about it. But deep down, I know my brother would never want to share. I know this from growing up with the psychopath. Play with his Batman toy or try to swipe his Gameboy, fucker would snap. He hides it a lot better since he came out to me, but I know, deep down, Army can be scary. And I could never do that to him. Maybe one day he'll suggest it himself. But in the mean time, I'll just jack off to the idea of my brother and his best friend both slobbing on my knob, haha. I know I'm a dumb horn dog. But can you blame me? I used to get girl after girl in my old school... my old life, basically. If you told me a year ago that I'd be monogamous, I'd knock your teeth out whilst trying to fuck your girl for saying such bullshit. But I decide not to let my mind linger. Thanks to my brothers influence, I'm slowly becoming a better person, isn't that what makes a relationship worthwhile? That and the sex, I guess. Deep down, I still miss it though... The excitement, the fun, the walk of shame out of a closet or the back of her car... I'm a stud, and I like to show off, sue me. We head to our place, so I could change. I suspect Army is gonna be self concious and not be able to find something to fit his weird view of what to wear to a show. Pfft, fuck that. Be comfy, dork. Grabbing an already semi-fucked up band shirt and some of my old "Farm-work" jeans, I started to undress. But then I realized my mistake... The 2 chatterboxes both went silent as I took off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans, showing off a pair of dark blue briefs to an expecting audience. The small gasp from one of them, I couldn't tell which, immediately went to work on filling up my ego... metaphorically and physically. What can I say? I love the attention, maybe even get off on it, haha. Gotta toss these jeans on before I end up pitching a tent in front of the 2 hungriest perverts here. "Umm... Anywaaaaaaay, here bud, wear this." I tried to interrupt the peep show by giving my brother another old band shirt of mine. "And take this too..." I flip through my closet to find an old flannel shirt, and tossed it at him. "Just in case." Army changed into my shirts, and... Harry and I both busted out laughing. He looked like a kid trying to wear his dad's shirt and look like a big boy, haha. "Oh Army, roll up the sleeves, you look like you're ten years old." Harry giggled, helping him with fixing the outfit. "S-sorry..." Army looked down, kind of sad. "Aww, you still look cute. Don't worry, most of the guys there won't be wearing anything good, or at all, sometimes. Haha." Harry assured him. I dashed to the bathroom real fast, got my hair all nice and messy looking, and we were ready to go. . . . . . We got to the venue a little early, but a line was already forming outside the doors, which was great. The best way to hear about new shit going on is to get the news from the bored weirdos waiting in line! I dropped Harry and Army off at the front, while I went to go park my truck. Found a nice spot close by under some shade, and I was set! Army and Harry waved me down to where they were as I approached, and I took a seat on the pavement next to them. "So... what now?" Army asked, looking around. "We wait till the doors open. Don't worry, I got us prepared." I fumbled around in my pockets, trying to find my favorite passtime. "If its your Gameboy, Ben, I will hit you." Harry quipped, laughing. "Why, you don't want to trade your Charizard for my Alakazam?" "On what earth is that a good trade?" We giggled to each other as I pulled out a pack of playing cards. Now this used to be my little secret weapon to keep myself entertained before shows, because everyone always wanted to join in. A few card tricks here, some poker there... And guess who the girls always wanted to talk and play with... But now, it's going to be wasted on entertaining these 2 cute bozos, haha. Time passed by pretty quickly, with a few other people in line joining to chat and play a few hands of poker, but nothing major. I did learn that Harry is very bad at lying, while Army is surprisingly... also very bad. It would be kind of sad if it wasn't so damn funny watching them squirm under pressure or giggle or make shifty eyes. Finally, everyone started to stand up and closing in together. I peeked behind us, and saw a pretty solid line ringing all the way around the corner. This is gonna be a good night! We start slowly marching in, checking tickets and bags, till finally we hit the main stairwell down to the stage. And ahhh, air condition! It was like Satan's balls outside, too dang humid! "Hey, which shirts do you want?" Harry asked us as we passed by the merch tables. "Oh, that one with the picture of the monster and the kid is nice." Army pointed at a stark black and white one. "And you, Ben?" Harry turned to me. "Umm..." I looked around, and I saw a cool one with a guy in a pigeon suit looking sad. "The Pigeon one!" "Awesome. Here, since you got the tickets, I'll buy you both a shirt. Sound good?" Harry smirked at us. "You don't ha-" Army started, but was immediately shushed. We grabbed our shirts and headed into the venue proper, though it was too dark too see anything pretty well. Harry dove right on in and found a good spot near the front, but a little out of the way from the pit. I wanted cut loose, but it was Army's first time, so can't really leave him on his own yet. Chatting with some nearby fans, time went by pretty fast. The house lights dimmed a little, and the first opening band took the stage! Didn't give anyone anytime to react, just ran out and started rocking the fuck out! The crowd adapted quickly to the music, moshing and pushing and screaming along to the lyrics, and holy fuck was it fun. I jumped along too, raising my hands up and fist pumping along. Army looked like he was joining in too, trying to jump along with me despite not being able to match any sort of rhythm haha. Before we knew it, their first song was done and they dove right into another one, not letting anyone catch their breath. Yep, this is gonna be a fucking great night! . . . . . After a short but sweet set, the band left the stage, and the next opener went up to prep. I peeked at my friends, while Harry was a little sweaty and flushed, Army already looked worn the fuck out. "You okay, bud?" I grab him and pull him close to hear him over the roar of the crowd hyping up the next band. "Y-yeah! Just a little thirsty, that's all." "Let's get you a drink and take a break out of the crowd, okay?" I turned to Harry. "We'll be right back, okay!" "M'kay!" Harry yelled back. We pushed through the crowd to the back, finally finding some free space. This place is kind of small, but super packed tonight! Great great turn out. I line up at the bar, and use the old Ben charm to get some attention. After some swift winks and a exchanged phone number with the cute girl at the bar with the pig tails, I got Army a big bottle of water and 2 nice cold beers for myself. I know, I know, I'm not even 18, but if they don't card, why not enjoy the luxeries? I crack one open and enjoy it for a bit, and I toss Army's bottle at him. After drinking half the bottle in one gulp, he finally turned back to me and noticed the drink. "Did you flash your dick for a free beer?" Army laughed. "Nah, just the fantasy of flashing my dick was all she needed." I dig another deep chug of my drink, told Army to hold the spare for now. Didn't really wanna carry it the whole night. I burped loudly, and went to find a bathroom real fast. Also didn't wanna have a full bladder all night. "Follow me!" I shouted to my brother. We found the bathroom, though I think outhouse might be a more accurate word. A little dirty, but at least the stalls have doors. All the urinals are taken, so I grab a stall and hop in real fast. What I didn't realize, though, was that Army followed me and shut the door behind us. "I didn't mean follow me all the way in here, dork." I whispered. "Hey, I have urges too, y'know..." Army smiled at me, grabbed me, and pressed his lips against mine. We make out for a little bit, our hands trying to quickly enjoy the brief privacy we got. A squeeze here, a grope here, though thanks to my deft hands, I was able to slip down Army's zipper and cop a feel of his warm and stiffening cock through his underwear. Well, mine, but you knew that, haha. "Gawd, I wish we had a little privacy and some time, big bro..." He whispered to me, his voice breathy and heated... "Oh, why is that, lil' bro?" "I want to push you up against this stall, pull down those jeans, and start by just spreading your legs and licking from your balls all the way up to your back, making you shiver and beg..." "... And?" I wanted more... Something about Army talking dirty just set me off. Its so different and sexy from him. "I'll give your hole a good work with my tongue, licking it and spitting all over it, getting it ready and-" *KNOCK KNOCK* "Will you fuckfaces stop blowing each other and hurry up!" "Fuck." Oops, thats all the time we have, I guess. I try to readjust my obnoxious hard on, while Army silently giggles at me... Fucker. I hate when he does that. I lean in close to Army and whisper, "Okay, so pretend to be sick, and let's walk out so it doesn't look weird we were sharing a stall." Maybe it's just me, but I always like to play it safe. Never know which one of these punk fuckers wants to beat up some faggots to make themselves feel good. Don't wanna risk it with Army around, since while I can protect myself, I also gotta watch my brother. "Got it!" Army giggled, then sort of gripped his stomach. "Ugggghhhhhh" He groaned outloud. We march out of the stall, and a super tall guy with a red and black mohawk looked at us. "Finally!" "Sorry, my buddy got sick!" But all that was met with was an eye roll and a quick dash into the now vacant stall. Oh well, can never be too safe. Army and I head back out into the crowd, and the band seemed well into their first song. I tried to guide us back to our spot, but pit seemed to have grown bigger. Tons more pushing and shoving. Fucking damn it, Army, I wanted to have some fun! Maybe I'll leave him with Harry and go rock out. . . . . . 3 more bands came and went, each more energetic than the last. And both of my friends were living for it! Hell, after the 4th band left and said they'll be at their merch table, Army asked if he could go visit and buy a CD, since he seemed to really love their set. I grabbed my other beer from Army and told Harry to go with him just in case, and took the time to fucking get all my energy out, raging hard in the pit when the main act rushed out with banger after banger of songs. I lost track of everything, just pushing and being pushed around. It was exhilerating and relieving. Just... letting go of everything. Letting my mind go blank so I can just scream lyrics and brush up against a bunch of other sweaty guys enjoying the same shit as me. Someone passed me their weed and smiled as we sang along, shoulder to shoulder, to another song. I took a few hits and gave it back, shouting along and just vibing now. Another guy passed his flask around, and I took a sip of that too. Tasted like shitty tequila, but too late now! Another gulp, and I passed it back. Everyone is friends now, I guess, haha. _ _ _ _ _ Harry stood in line with me, though it was surprisingly long despite the show still going on. But eventually I made it to the front, and I thanked the band so much for their work. "You seem to be a fan already, since that's our shirt in your pocket." The singer said, pointing at the gift Harry got me. "Oh! Ha, I just liked the design, guess it's a sign that I would fucking love your band, right?" "Is this your first show?" "Yeah, my brother and our friend brought me. Told me it was 'time to pop my show cherry,' haha." "That's fucking awesome. Here, I'll have the band sign this for you. Always love meeting new fans!" He passed it around and all 5 members autographed it, and gave it back, with a big smile on their face. Harry smiled at them, and thanked them as well as we moved away. "Great job, Army! Got a signed thing and everything, that's cool!" Harry led the way as we tried to make our way back to our spots, but since the main act took the stage, it seemed more like a chaotic storm than a crowd. I tried to spot Ben, but it was hard between all the flashing lights and moving people. I stood on my tip-toes to see anything, but despite Ben's height and distinctive looks, I saw nothing. Fucking damn it. "I'll wait at the bar, since I think Ben went into the pit since he seemed he really wanted to go fuck shit up." I told Harry. "Okay! I'll try and see if I can spot him and I'll be back!" Harry yelled back as he got lost in the thrond of punks. At least I can see the stage from here. Despite totally not being my scene, this was a really fucking fun night. Found a new band I loved, got to spend a lot of time with my boyfriend and my best friend, couldn't see how this night could do any wrong... _ _ _ _ _ The encore hit like a fucking truck. Everyone around looked like they just survived a tornado, sweaty, a few bruises and thrown beer here and there. Another guy popped up with a 6 pack of more beer and tossed them around. I grabbed one and chugged it fast and tossed it into the air with the others, screaming the final lyrics of the song. I kind of lost my friends and the time and everything, but who the fuck cares, I had a ton of fucking fun. Plus I could trust Harry to watch my brother, right? _ _ _ _ _ I waited and waited as the band was closing out the show, playing song after song. A nice lady at the bar gave me a cup of water and called me cute, but otherwise nothing special happened. This band was okay, but a little heavy for my tastes. More screaming than singing, but I could imagine Ben and Harry moshing around, going nuts on some pussy fuckers or whatever they would call them. "Mind if I get you a drink?" I heard a voice to the side of me say-shout. "Huh?" I turned and see a smiling face, a little scruffy and dark, but smiling all the same. "Oh... Ummm..." I was a little stunned. "Ha, you okay?" He peered down at me over his thick rim glasses. The guy was about 6'2, super tall and... dashingly handsome. Like an IT admin who'd email you dirty emails and tell you to meet him in the copy room, and you'd spot him wearing a tie and nothing else once in there. His dark eyes seemed endless, but serene, like a pool of deep water. Short hair styled in a faux hawk, dark as his nice patch of fur on his face. He looked deeply familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it... "Y-yeah... Sorry, I don't get asked about d-drinks a lot yet." I stammered out. Nervous as all hell. Ben always told me to wary of people, never know who wants to rape me, bash me, or both. You hear a lot of stories in Texas. "Haha, it's fine. I'm only 17, but I saw it in movies and thought I'd give it a go." He gave me another smile. Damn, he has a very intoxicating smile... A little crooked, but it only makes him more... human. Flawed. Attractive. "Plus my band got all these drink tickets and I already had like 4 Dr. Peppers, haha." "I mean, it is the best soda, besides root beer." I laughed back at him. "Or Mt. Dew." "I see you are also a man of taste!" "Wait wait wait. You said band?" I took another good look at him, this time without the lust filter... and then it hit me. "You were part of the first band!" "That's right. I was the drummer. Probably hard to see past the kit and you being kind of short." "Hey, it's not flirting to mock my height, haha!" I giggled back at him. Is this flirting? I can't even tell, but it's super fun. "Sorry sorry, Mr. Napolean." He gave a deep laugh. "But yeah, I don't normally do this, but I thought I'd give it a go. Asking people out isn't my forte." "Oh, is that what this is?" I blushed. Other than Ben, I never really had a guy flirt with me. "Yeah. You're cute, you got a shirt of a band I like, why not try?" "Well, got some bad news. This shirt belongs to my..." I hesitated, unsure which term to call him. If I say boyfriend, that shuts down this guy and he might go away, leaving me bored and alone again. If I say brother, it makes more sense, and I can still talk to him. "Brother. I never been to a show before and had nothing to wear." "Never been? Like... ever?" He looked stunned. "Nope. Sorry. But hey, I loved watching your band!" "Thanks! I'm Lee, by the way." He extended his hand. "Nice to meet 'ya." "Same. I'm Army." I shook his back. "Is that your scene name you made up to sound cool, or your real one?" "A little of both." I winked at him. "ARMY!" HEY ARMY!" I turned and looked around, and saw Ben and Harry exiting the crowd, Harry supporting Ben on his shoulders. "I'M GONNA MARCH HIM TO HIS TRUCK, OKAY? HE'S KIND OF HEAVY!" Harry shouted at me. Looking back at Lee, I tried to think of some way to politely and quickly exit and still be charming... "That's my ride, and it looks like he needs a little help. But hey, I'll keep an eye out for your band playing next time." "Haha, he looks like he needs it. But hey, here..." He grabbed a napkin and a pen from the bar. "Call me next time. I'll get you tickets... maybe see you afterwards?" He smiled at me as he gave me his number. "Totally!" I started to walk away, but then I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me back just a second... "Well, before you go..." He leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. I didn't know what to do, but muscle memory kicked in and I kissed back, instinctively. But before I could react appropriately, he parted with a big grin on his face. "Just something to remember me by." I smiled, blushing super red, unsure what to say or do... so I fled, rushing out to help my brother. The warmth of this new guys kiss still ticking my lips. Holy hell, what have I gotten myself into... End of Chapter 17 Thank you for reading!