Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 01:27:39 -0800 (PST) From: Jamie Whatnot Subject: Smooth Apparatus 1 Smooth Apparatus 1 (Gay/Youth/Incest) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that contains gay sexual encounters between brothers. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now. All constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you. Copyright 2007 Jamie Whatnot. Copyright of this work remains with the author. To be honest, I'd never thought much about my own pubic hair before I hit my teens. I didn't have a single hair in my crotch or armpits until I was 12 and watched with wonder as my two older brothers sprouted potentially luxurious bushes around their own thickening tackle. Our mum and dad had fallen on hard times financially after dad lost his job and so all three of us boys had to share one big bedroom in the smaller house we'd moved to a couple of years previously. My eldest brother, Kieran, was 16 and even had some dark hairs growing on his chest, leading down in an inviting treasure trail to his pubes, which framed a short but beautifully robust rod. Middle bro, Charlie, was 14 and the odd one of the family with blonde hair. Our dad used to jokingly tease our mum by asking if the milkman wasn't blonde but, apart from the hair, there was no question that all three of us were my dad's boys, all of us looking like younger versions of him. There wasn't much to Charlie's bush, just a small explosion of peach-coloured fuzz that sat above his nicely maturing meat, not yet reaching down as far as his rosy ball sac. Even before Kieran, Charlie and me had been forced by circumstance to share a room, we'd been quite inhibited around each other. When we were small, mum had often dumped us in the bathtub together to really mess about until we were clean. Kieran had always taken his role as the big brother very seriously, making sure that his younger siblings were safe as well as scrubbed clean during our soapy play. I remember one time a six-year-old Charlie laying back in the bath and peeing in a high arc. We other two squealed and struggled to the other end of the tub to avoid the sprinkles from above, but we were all laughing too much and too slippery to get very far before we were drenched. Now, much older, our fraternal sense of humour had matured somewhat from the 'peeing on each' other stage and our thoughts turned to the biological changes going on in each others bodies. One morning when I was 11, Charlie and Kieran were both laying in their beds, awake but dozing. I was sitting at our communal computer in the boxers and vest I'd slept in. "What you doing?" I heard Kieran from behind me. "Just looking at something," I answered. "What?" "Nothing, Kee. It's ok." "It better not be porn," said my eldest brother. "If I come over there and you're having a wank at the computer, you'll be in a pile of shit." Charlie began to stir from his slumber. "Who's looking at porn?" he asked sleepily. "Gary is. He's a little net perv, isn't that right, Gar?" I was used to this kind of harassment from my brothers, so didn't even look around at them. That would just make them worse. "Just go back to playing with your stiffy, Kee. I'm just looking for something for school, so leave me alone." "Aaaww..." piped up Charlie, laughing. "The baby's embarrassed!" From experience, I could see where this was heading and decided that retreat was the best option. I logged off and got up to go and have my shower. Kieran was laying in bed on one side, his head propped up on one hand. As usual when my big brother was in bed, there was a gentle movement under the duvet at crotch level. "See?" he said to Charlie, "I said he was having a wank!" I looked down to my own crotch. True, my cock was pushing out the front of my grey Spider-Man boxers quite a bit but it was only because I needed a pee so badly. "Ha ha!" chortled Charlie, "Little baby's got a hard-on!" Even at that age I wasn't to be messed with when I got annoyed. "That's not a hard-on," I sulked, as I walked past Kieran's bed. At light-speed, I grabbed the bottom corner of the summer-weight duvet and tugged it as hard as I could. It flew across the room and half-landed on top of Charlie. "THAT'S a hard-on!" Everything froze for a few seconds. Kieran was laying on his side in the same position, but it was now very obvious that he'd pulled his briefs down beneath his splendid bush and hairy balls, and had a large and very angry-looking erection in his fist. I stared, Charlie cracked up, and Kieran looked like he was going to spontaneously combust. "Little bastard!" he snarled and tried to cover himself up. But by the time he got to the second word I was out of the door and halfway down the landing. For the rest of that day, that vision of my brother was etched across my mind. To be honest I don't think my little rod went down at all. Until then it had been one of those weird situations - we all knew we wanked and despite the telltale rustle of bedclothes after lights out, we'd just never gotten to the stage where we'd openly seen each other. In fact, Charlie would often lock himself in the bathroom for hours on end rather than risk getting caught red-handed (no pun intended!) by his merciless siblings. Kieran had seemed pretty pissed off and so I avoided him for the rest of the day. However, that night he got his revenge. It was the weekend and Charlie was sleeping over at a friend's house. Kieran was out with his idiot girlfriend and so I spent the evening in our room on the computer. Okay, despite my protestations of the morning, I wasn't above looking at a little porn, although I always made sure there was no danger of being disturbed as I followed the usual routine of opening my trousers, pulling my hard penis out over the top of my boxers and stroking it while surfing from one site to another. The previous year I'd started looking at exclusively straight stuff but in recent months my attentions had turned to bi and gay sites. There was something increasingly attractive about seeing guys with huge dicks stroking one off on the monitor in front of me. Anyway, the house we lived in now was pretty old and I'd worked out long ago that I could easily hear the clunky front door close and the telltale creak as someone came across the landing. This night, though, I was pretty engrossed in a website of young eastern European guys, most of whom looked no older then Kieran, if that. The site was full of them in underwear, naked, wanking solo, and sucking and fucking each other and I drank it all in. My mind was swimming with the sight of bare flesh and hard cocks, oblivious at that moment to anything else going on in the world as I tugged furiously on my blood-engorged little prong. As I felt a familiar tingle start in my balls, I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, I was suddenly aware that I seemed to have grown a second head. Another face was next to mine, our cheeks almost touching. Immediately I recognised my big brother's deodorant. "What ya doing, shit-head?" sneered Kieran, "Getting in some practice?" I panicked and tried to shut down the computer while at the same time attempting to stuff my cock back into my pants. My first thought was that the bubble-headed Lucy was with him but was relieved to see that we were alone. "GO AWAY, KIERON!" I screamed and leapt at him, pushing my brother back onto the bed. It was a ridiculous sight, Kieran - a full two feet taller than I - on his back with tears of laughter rolling down his face, while his younger brother whose jeans had fallen around his knees and whose cock and balls were flopping around over the waistband of his boxers, showered him with small boy punches. After a couple of minutes Kieran got bored with being hit and tried to use his strength and weight to push me off him but I was a wiry little thing and hung on for dear life. So, instinctively, Kieran did the first thing that came to mind - he reached between our struggling bodies, grabbed my little nut sack with his free hand and twisted... hard. It was a good thing that the walls of our house were old and therefore pretty thick because I yelped loud enough to wake the dead. Even my eldest brother gasped in surprise at the sound I made. I jumped off him and retreated to my own bed, whimpering, after making sure my tackle was tucked away out of harm's way. Just in time... "What the hell's going on in here?" asked our mother, framed in the door and obviously pissed off. Kieran looked at me and try to flash me the secret smile we reserved for ganging up on the adults. I just glared at him, knowing the power of life and death - or at least a significant grounding - was in my small hands. "I...I hurt myself. I fell over something," I lied. "PACK IT IN, YOU TWO! That's your first and last warning tonight!" As the door closed behind our furious mother, Kieran looks sheepishly at me. "Thanks for not dropping me in it," he said. But I wasn't in the mood for reconciliation. I held onto my balls through my trousers and rocked back and forth on my bed. Tears welled up in my eyes - real tears of pain, rather than anything produced on cue to solicit sympathy. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You grabbed me down there and it hurt!" I squalled. Kieran came over to me. "I'm sorry, Gar. You were squashing me and I just lashed out. I've been hit in the balls a lot at rugby practice so I know it'll pass." He smiled. "D'ya want me to kiss them better?" For a moment I thought he was serious but then I looked up and he had this big shit-eating grin on his face. It faded as Kieran realised just how much he'd hurt me. "C'mon, mate," he said after a few moments, "let's take a look at the damage." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "WHAT??" Kieran squatted down in front of me. "Look, it isn't like we haven't all seen each other's tackle a million times before. If you'd rather, you could always go and show mum!" He looked genuinely concerned. "If it's hurting that much it should be looked at by somebody." "I don't want to." I said. "Don't be silly, Gar," he said, "You saw mine this morning and that was when it was hard! Let me just check it's nothing serious." Well, my balls were still hurting like hell. Gingerly I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. My crotch was level with my big brother's face. "Drop 'em then," Kieran said cheerily but then seemed to get impatient as I dawdled. "Oh for fuck sake, I'll do it myself!" he said quickly and in a flash he had yanked my trousers down. My boxers were caught up too and headed in the same direction. "The doctor is in!" announced my wonderful fool of a brother and proceeded to gently lift my hairless ballsac, moving it this way and that. "Where does it hurt exactly?" "Underneath." I answered helplessly. Kieran kept prodding and, despite the pain, nature took its course and my little cocklet began to thicken. Fortunately, he seemed to take it all in his stride. "In my expert medial opinion," he announced grandly, "You've bashed your knackers because you haven't got any pubes to cushion them. Oh and you seem to be queer for your doctor!" To be continued... If you would like to be added to a BLIND mailing list (ie, nobody gets to see your address) for notification of subsequent chapters of this story and my others, please email me. 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