Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 17:13:34 -0700 From: Kris Chrandes Subject: submission: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet Skip it if you don't like it. This is all fictional. If you like the story, support the Nifty archive. All rights are hereby donated to the archive. If you want to contact me drop a note to . I may or may not be able to answer, but feedback is always read and appreciated. Other stories by me:2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island 2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling 2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet 2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name). --- I don't know what woke me up. I could hear Aaron breathing softly in his bed. I could hear the hum of fans in some other room. But Aaron liked to keep his room really dark and I couldn't see anything. The room wasn't very big but Aaron had convinced his parents to let him keep the old living room couch when they'd redecorated and he'd wedged it into his bedroom. That's where I was sleeping. The sky was dark through the open window. It was too late for any traffic and too early for any birds. The house had that middle of the night stillness. Aaron often slept over at my place but this time we were at his house. That's probably why I woke up. I just wasn't used to it here. I stretched and put my stockinged feet up over the arm of the couch, still covered by the blanket, and started to drift back to sleep. Sometime later I felt something warm at my feet. I don't know why but instead of jumping up to see what it was I just stayed still. I probably wasn't completely awake. A little while later I felt the blanket being slowing peeled back to uncover my feet. Nothing else happened. Was I imagining this? Then as I lay there I heard the noise of someone getting up. I could track a figure sneaking into the closet by the sound of the creaking floorboards. I heard a door open quietly and then it was still again. Aaron's closet connected with his younger brother's I knew, so it must have been him. I thought this was pretty strange but the part of my brain that really wanted to go back to sleep said not to worry about it, and that was the last I remembered. The next day -- I'm not sure it was fair to call it morning -- the three of us were sitting around the kitchen table eating cereal. Aaron's mom had put out the stuff before she left for work but didn't bother trying to get us up. Being teenagers on summer vacation of course we'd slept in late. I looked at the two brothers sitting opposite me. Aaron was 14 like me. Dark-haired, and kind of beefy. Not fat but big. His brother Nick was also dark-haired but wiry. At 12, almost 13, he was almost the same height but seemed much younger than us being on the other side of that chasm called puberty. Or at least I assumed he was. Aaron was wearing a ratty t-shirt and black basketball shorts. The same thing he'd slept in and the same stuff he'd probably wear all day. Nick had gotten dressed and was wearing a plain, dark t-shirt and cargo shorts. He was wearing sneakers while Aaron and I were both lounging in our socks. I found myself looking at Nick and considering him. I didn't pay that much attention to him usually. He was just Aaron's annoying little brother, although less annoying than most I guess. He mostly kept to himself when I was over unless we were all watching a movie or something. It was only now that the memories of last night came back. Had Nick snuck in to the room and taken the blankets off my feet? Did I imagine that? If Nick noticed me looking at him he didn't say anything. He got up without a word, put his bowl in the dishwasher and disappeared into his room where he'd probably spend most of the day. Aaron let out a big belch before getting up to put his own dish away. After sitting around Aaron's room saying, "I don't know, what do you want to do?" back and forth a dozen times we decided to go play basketball at the park. We did that then spent some time just laying around in the grass and talking. Boasting about the girls we'd felt up. In my case that was exactly one but I wasn't going to admit that and embellished where necessary. We came back late in the afternoon and were watching a movie when Aaron's mom got home. She asked if we were interested in going out to a burger place since she didn't feel like cooking. Of course we said yes. Then she broke the bad news. She said, "It smells like a locker room in here. Both of you need showers or I won't be able to hold down my dinner." I volunteered to go first knowing what a mess the shower was after Aaron was done. I went into his room and pulled clothes out of my bag and then to the bathroom that Aaron and Nick shared. I stripped down and got into the shower. Aaron's mom had a point. I was kind of ripe. Much scrubbing later I got out of the shower, combed my hair and got dressed there in the bathroom. I walked down the hall carrying my dirty clothes. Nick was just coming out of his room and did a doubletake at me as I stepped into Aaron's room. I dug around in my bag for a clean pair of socks and put them on. I went into the living room to find my shoes and wait for Aaron to get ready. Nick was there and he looked me up and down but didn't say anything. When Aaron was finally ready we all left for burgers and shakes. I don't remember what we talked about except that it was typical goofy stuff. Aaron's mom was actually pretty funny and had us laughing as she picked on each of us in turn. The burgers were fantastic. At home Aaron's mom said goodnight and retreated to her room for some peace. The three of us boys settled in for some more movies. At one point I kicked off my shoes and propped my stockinged feet up on the coffee table. Nick seemed to take an interest in this. It was at this point I finally put all the clues together and realized that Nick had been trying to get a look at my feet. He had snuck in last night to try and see. Unfortunately for him I'd been sleeping in my socks. And just before dinner when I'd been walking barefoot back to Aaron's room he'd been startled. Now he kept looking over at my feet on the coffee table. This kind of turned me on, though I didn't really understand why. Maybe it was just having someone look at me that way. I decided to have a little fun and I flexed my toes and rubbed one foot with the other. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Nick trying to stare without being too obvious. I was wearing low-cut socks and I used the toe of one foot to pull at the ankle-band like I was going to pop the sock off but I didn't actually have the guts to do it. I noticed Nick squirming and he raised one leg to obscure what looked like a lump in his pants. Aaron was watching the movie and was oblivious to all of this. We kept this up all evening, me playing and Nick watching. I was wondering if he'd up the ante at all but he didn't. It got pretty late and we decided to all go to bed. I managed to get first to the bathroom, peed, and brushed my teeth. When I came out, Aaron charged in exercising his big brother status. Nick didn't even attempt to get there first. At the door to Aaron's room I looked back at Nick waiting by the bathroom door and said goodnight. He said goodnight back as I picked up each leg in turn and stripped off my socks before going into Aaron's room. Was that too cruel? I kind of laughed I admit. The sheets were still on the couch so I just got comfortable and lay there with the light on waiting for Aaron. He came in, turned off the light and climbed into bed. We talked in the dark for a while and tried to decide what to do the next day before I was due home. I was distantly aware of Nick flushing the toilet and the door to his room closing. The closet door was closed -- I'd checked -- but I wondered if I'd get another visit tonight. I think I was sleeping pretty lightly because I heard the closet door immediately. The room was quiet and still as it had been the night before. Aaron was snoring lightly. I didn't move. I was laying on my side, one foot pushing against the arm of the couch and the other hanging off into space. Well that should save him some time I thought. I tried to keep my breathing even as I waited. I could hear soft creaks then a small sound as Nick kneeled down at the end of the couch. After a moment I could feel hot breath on my bare foot. I waited. Then the lightest touch stroked the top of my foot. For some reason this really turned me on and I could feel my dick swelling in my underwear. And I still tried not to move. The touch was gone but I waited, still trying to control my breathing. I felt his fingers touch my foot again, this time brushing along the sole and tracing the arch of my foot. That kind of tickled and I jumped. Nick withdrew his hand. Grinning in the dark I stretched and stuck the other foot out so my feet were together sticking out past the end of the couch. I waited. I heard motion from the end of the couch, Nick shifting his weight. Then I felt something warm and kind of wet on the sole of my foot. Had he just put his tongue on my foot? Shit, no. I think it was his dick and it was wet from precum. I stretched my feet involuntarily and pushed against him. He pulled back and then made a hasty and somewhat noisy retreat into the closet. I scared him I guess. I lay there in the dark still feeling that warm presence on my foot and my own cock was completely hard. What was I going to do? At this point I was afraid of blue balls and really needed to get off. Aaron could sleep through anything but I still wasn't going to do it right here with him in the room. If I got up to go into the bathroom Nick would know that I was awake. Actually I wouldn't really mind that. In fact I'd like for him to join me there. Holy crap, was I really thinking this? As I lay there I kept thinking of how to get Nick to finish what he started. I got up off the couch and moved carefully to the closet. The door was not quite shut. I stepped in and pulled the door quietly shut behind me, then felt my way forward. I was trying to be as quiet as possible. I wasn't sure what I was going to say or do once I got into Nick's room. I was just playing it by ear. The closet had a ninety degree bend in it before you got to the other end where there was another door to Nick's room. I missed the turn and blundered into some clothes, then turned around. I was a bit disoriented when I brushed into Nick standing in the corner. Apparently he'd not gone all the way back into his room. "Nick?" I asked in whisper. "Yes," he said timidly. I paused. Not sure how to proceed. "Were you enjoying what you were doing back in Aaron's room?" I asked. "I'm sorry," he said. I ignored that. "Do you want to finish?" I asked. "What?" he asked. Then weakly, "Yes". "We should probably go into your room," I said. "But I'm lost." Nick tentatively took my hand and led me to the door. After I stepped through he closed the closet door and latched it. There was a bit more light in his room and my eyes had adjusted so I was able to see Nick dimly. The closet door didn't have a lock but he pulled a box in front of it. He clearly did that a lot. Brotherly prank prevention I guessed. Then we both stood there looking at each other not sure what to do. I let my eyes travel down Nick's body. He was a cute kid. Almost my height despite being younger. Skinny. He was wearing a loose t-shirt, shorts, and was barefoot. I could see a bulge in his shorts. I was wearing pretty much the same. Including the bulge. He was looking down at my feet. Nick didn't have a couch in his room so I went and sat on his soft reading chair. Nick didn't move. I stretched out, pushing my feet out in front of me a little. Nick eyed them. Then he came over and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of my feet. "Go ahead," I said. Nick reached out with his right hand and touched my foot, at first just placing his hand lightly on the top, then he started rubbing. I didn't think I'd like it that much but honestly it felt really good. For a while I just leaned back and let him rub my feet. He stroked them, felt the shape of each toe, and held them. After a while I felt him lift my right foot and place it into his lap. I let it rest there a minute then I pushed out and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. It was hard to tell with my foot but it felt like he had a pretty good-sized hard-on. It pointed up toward his belly. We'd been quiet and only whispering up to this point, but after I'd pressed on Nick's cock a few times he let out a moan and I could feel him press back against the sole of my foot. He was cumming. His breath came in short rasps then he let out a long breath. If there was any actual cum though I couldn't tell. I hadn't yet touched myself but I was completely hard in my shorts and pitching a pretty good tent. Nick hadn't stopped rubbing and stroking my feet even as he came. I was enjoying it but I was starting to feel the pressure. "I gotta get off myself, dude," I said, "or I'm gonna burst." Nick paused. "Let's use the bed," he said. I was a bit taken aback by that. Especially the implied we, but I went along with it. I got up and walked over to the bed, laying down on my back. Nick came over and lay on my left on his side facing me. Apparently he intended to watch. I needed to get off too bad to think about that much. I stuck my hands down my shorts. It was pretty wet from all the precum I'd been leaking. After a stroke or two I decided to hell with it. I raised my hips in the air and pulled my shorts halfway down. Then I realized that when I came I was going to hit my shirt so I sat up and took that off. When I laid back down Nick scooted closer to me, almost touching. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and in my usual hold and started stroking. Nick moved closer until he was pressed up against me. He was still clothed. As I stroked he reached out with his hand and rubbed my thigh, slowly working his way up to my balls. He ran his hands lightly through my pubic hair then grabbed my balls and squeezed them gently. I felt them pull up and then I shot all over my chest. And I kept shooting. For a moment it didn't feel like it would stop and it was all I could do to not cry out. When the pace finally slowed Nick let go of my balls and rubbed my hip gently. Then he stroked my leg and reached out with his foot and stroked my feet. I just lay there for a minute catching my breath. When I started to relax he got up and came back with a t-shirt. He handed it to me. "You come a lot," he whispered. "It's been a while," I said, a little defensively. Even though my eyes were pretty adjusted I could only see him dimly but I think he was smiling. He sat on the edge of the bed while I used his t-shirt to clean up as much as I could, then I pulled up my shorts and put my t-shirt on. What was the proper protocol after you have had a weird, slightly kinky jack-off session with your friend's younger brother. I decided to just say thank you and that I'd see him in the morning. Then I found my way back to the closet, moved the box, and moved as silently as possible back to the end side of the closet. When I got to Aaron's door I listened for a long time to make sure he was still asleep. There's no fucking way I could explain this if he caught me. When I was sure it was safe I slipped into the room and crawled back onto the couch. I thought I was going to be awake for a while thinking about what happened but the post-orgasm sleepiness hit me and I fell asleep immediately. The next morning when I remembered everything that happened I got up a little sheepishly. Aaron was still soundly asleep but I got dressed before going out in the hallway in case I ran into Aaron's mom. On a whim I didn't put on socks and decided to spend the morning barefoot as my little gift to Nick. I went to the bathroom and then into the kitchen. It appeared that their Mom was already gone for the day. Nick was sitting at the table eating cereal. He smiled good morning to me and definitely took note of my bare feet, though he didn't say anything. He was fully dressed as usual. I grabbed myself a bowl and spoon and sat down across from him. "How did you sleep?" I asked. "Much better... after," he said. I smiled a little goofily. "Me too." After glancing back over my shoulder, I put my foot up and poked it into Nick's lap. He looked around alarmed, but then laughed. He gave it a quick stroke before I dropped it back down to the floor. I spent the day teasing him unmercifully I admit, even grabbing his dick once when Aaron wasn't looking. I was pretty much back to a state of blue balls by the time my dad came to pick me up that afternoon. I said goodbye to Aaron and Nick and thanked them for a good time. I'm going to have to stay over at Aaron's again.