From: boywndr815@aol.com (BoyWndr815)
Subject: New Story "Some Time With Jason" Ch 1of ? (t/t)(incest)
Date: Thu, 05 Mar 1998 03:00:26 GMT
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Here is my first attempt at publishing gay fiction.  This is Chapter One of
many chapters to come.  Feel free to share this story if you like it, but
please give me Credit for it.  I'd love to hear comments or suggestions...
flames will be ignored.  Direct comments or suggestions to BoyWndr815@aol.com 
Remember...this is a story of fiction.  Thanx...enjoy.


SOME TIME WITH JASON
by Robyn the BoyWonder (BoyWndr815@aol.com)

Chapter One:


        The radio blared.

        He couldn't tell for how long it had been blaring, but Jason had a
guilty feeling it had been too long.  He stretched out a searching arm, his
fingers fumbling for the snooze button on top of his most recent clock-radio.
He found it.  Tapped it.  And pulled the blanket back over his head, hoping he
could shut out the light . . . the morning . . .and the impending obligation to
get up and get ready for school.

        His mom would be gone already, as usual.  She worked some long hours in
order to support the family and left the house before six o'clock every weekday
morning and didn't return home sometimes until after seven at night.

        Jason had never known his dad.  He hasn't been around for any of the
ten years Jason could remember, nor the fours years before that.  He had never
been there to teach Jason how to swim, to see any of his wrestling meets, or
even to take him fishing.  Not that Jason liked fishing, anyway.

        Slowly he peeled the blanket down off of his head and battled to open
his eyes, but the sun was too straining for him, and he lost the fight for the
moment.  Like most boys his age he was never eager to wake up in the mornings,
except,  of course, on weekends or during the summer.  He threw off his
blankets and stretched out his lithe body letting his had glide down his
well-toned body, his fingers caressing his already tanned skin, passing over
his developing young chest and down his tightening stomach, stopping to scratch
his fingers in the light tuft of light brown hair in his groin.

        Not that it itched or anything.  It had just become a morning habit of
his in the past year since the patch had first grown.  It was partly a
continuous reminder to himself of his progressing manhood, and partly a
reassurance that the hair was still there.  He gave his stiff rod a couple of
quick yanks as he sat up in his bed.  His eyes more focused now he turned so
that the red digits of his clock could inform his of the time.  Shit !! he
thought.  The numbers flashed insistently at him . . .  he was late.  He had
overslept.  He would miss his bus if he didn't hurry.

        He leapt out of bed, his feet landing squarely on the floor and his
hard dick bouncing up and down in front of him, reminding him of his earlier
intentions.  That would have to wait.  There just wasn't time now.  He tugged
on it two or three more times as if to say, I haven't forgotten about you, but
then threw open his bedroom door and bounded out into the hallway where he
snatched a dark red, terry cloth towel the nearby linen closet.  He threw the
towel over his shoulder and head for the bathroom that separated his bedroom
for his older brother's.

        Michael, his brother, also would be gone already as he was two years
older and the local high school started an hour earlier than Jason's junior
high.  That was the one prospect of the going to high school next year that
Jason did not look forward to.  Eh, at least he would be out of the eighth
grade.

        Opening the hallway door (the bathroom also had doors leading to each
bedroom) he stepped inside and jumped so high that his head barely missed the
ceiling at the sight of somebody inside his bathroom.  Inside, his brother
stood naked in front of the toilet shaking off his dick as if he'd just
finished peeing.  He turned, apparently as startled as Jason, and yelled,
"Christ, Squirt, you scared the HELL outta me !!"

        Michael had been calling him Squirt since he could remember.  Even
though, at 16, he is only two years older than Jason he has always been a
noticeably larger boy.  Even now he stood at a proud six-feet tall compared to
Jason's shorter but sturdier five-foot-three-inch frame.  If they didn't share
the same striking grey eyes, the same perfect straight, brown hair, and the
same uncanny ability to turn a light golden brown by mid-spring nobody would
believe they were brothers.

        "What are you  doing HERE ??" Jason cried out, still gasping for the
air that had moments ago abandoned his lungs,  undoubtedly scared away by the
loud thumping from the neighboring heart.  "You skip out ? "

        Michael shook his head and said, "Wasn't feeling too good this morning.
Mom said I could stay home if I promised to stay in bed."  His gaze clearly
dropped lower, and he grinned an evil grin.  "Is this what you do every morning
after we're gone ?   Run around the house showing off your hard-on ? "
        
        Jason's cheeks burned as he realized his dick was still hard, and now
on display for his brother to see.  He and Michael had seen each other's naked
bodies many times before in their lives, but never had Michael seen him hard
before.  And Jason had only seen Michael's once before, and then only for a
couple of seconds. . . . 


        It had been about seven months earlier.   Jason had come home from
school that afternoon, and hoping to borrow some of his brother's CDs and his
portable CD player, he wandered innocently into Michael's room.  But what he
had found was Michael sitting on the chair by his desk wearing no pants and his
black, bikini briefs surrounding his ankles by the chair's wheels.  

        It looked as if he was staring at his computer screen except that his
eyes were closed.  His right hand was working rapidly up and down his stiff
dick until he'd heard a noise that betrayed Jason's entry to his domain.
Throwing his hand toward the off-switch on the computer monitor he howled at
Jason to get out.  And he did.

        
        Now standing here in the bathroom it was his turn to, pardon the
cliche, get caught with his pants down.  And the memories of catching his
brother whacking off only served to make his cock throb a bit harder.  But he
was able to use these memories to his advantage.  "I remember not too long ago
when a certain older brother was caught spanking his monkey.  And it looked
like that monkey must have done something reeaaallly bad to get spanked like
that !" Jason taunted, as he recited to Michael the details of what he'd seen
that afternoon.

        Before he was finished retelling the story Jason realized that he
wasn't the only brother standing here naked in the bathroom sprouting a stiffy.
The story must have recalled some fond memories for Michael because now his
dick too was clearly rising, well more than half-hard.

        "Great job, Squirt!  Look what you went and did," he teased, pointing
at his growing organ.  He reached down and squeezed it a few times until it
stood as stiff as Jason's.   Jason could not believe what he was seeing.  Not
only had his brother started to get hard right in front of him, but he actually
(against the greatest taboo of adolescence) reached down and started to play
with it.  Right in front of Jason.

        Jason felt the excitement growing inside of him.  He had known for some
time now of his attraction toward other boys, ever since he'd started seventh
grade and began taking showers in gym class.  He was always trying to steal
glances at what hung between the other guys' legs and he was sure he'd caught
some wandering eyes on his meat, too.  And the huge boner he'd got seven months
ago when he'd caught Michael in the act only proved to him even more that he
was probably gay.

        But never did he expect to see his only brother standing bare in front
of him playing with himself.  And apparently no being all that embarrassed
about it either.  Jason didn't know what to do.  So he grabbed hold of his own
rod and pulled back and forth a few times, saying, "I know what ya mean, bro,
sometimes its like they just have minds of their own, like when you're ridin'
the bus or something."  A couple more strokes.

        Grabbing a fistful of boymeat Michael complained, "This is never gonna
go down unless I do something about it."

        Still stroking, "Mine, too, " Jason agreed, "but if I don't jump in the
shower right now I'm gonna miss my bus."

        "No prob, Squirt, I can drive you.  Just don't tell Mom I left the
house."  With that, Michael turned around, and reaching into the medicine
cabinet he pulled out a tube of hand lotion.  He motioned for Jason to follow
him as he opened the bathroom's side door which led to Michael's bedroom.
Jason followed.

        Michael lay back on his twin bed , propped up by his left elbow, while
his right hand stretched back and forth on his cock.  His left hand patted a
spot 4on the bed next to him.  Jason obeyed.  He sat up on the bed with his
back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him.  He took
hold of his meat again and continued stroking, slower at first, but as Michael
beat faster so did he.

        Then Michael leaned over and grabbed the container of hand lotion and
flipped open the top.  he looked up at Jason and asked him if he wasn't some.

        "What for ?" Jason answered, his brows furrowed in confusion.

        Now it was Michael's turn to be confused.  He was sure that Jason had
beat off before, by the sound of it, many times.  So he asked, "You've done
this before, right ?  I mean, like, played with yourself and stuff?"

        "Yeah.  All the time, but what's that stuff for?"

        Now Michael understood.  Jason had stroked before but never used
anything other than his dry hand.  Boy, was he in for a surprise.  And Michael
felt a surge of pride that he was gonna be the one to teach his brother better
ways of pleasing himself.  He felt pretty sure he was about to change Jason's
world.  "You see," he continued, doing so as he said, "you squeeze some of this
lotion on your dick . . . like . . . this, and then you reach down with you
hand . . . and smear it all over.  Then when you grab it tight and strike on
it, it's like all really slippery.  Feels awesome, wanna try ? "

        Jason nodded his head but forgot to reach out his hand.  So Michael
reached over and grabbed Jason's hard-on.  Jason jumped when the fingers
touched his skin.  nobody had ever touched him there besides himself with his
own hand, but a surge of pleasure and excitement rushed through his body as his
brother held onto his stiff prick, now bone hard.

        When Jason began to relax Michael continued.  He held him still with
his left hand while he used his right hand to squeeze some lotion out of the
tube and along the topside of Jason's boymeat.  Then he let go and resumed the
fondling of his own.  As Jason watched Michael do this he noticed that
Michael's dick wasn't as big as his.  While his own shaft was just shy of seven
inches and pretty thick he gauged his bother's to be less than six inches and
not nearly as thick.

        Jason had recently come to know how blessed he was in the hung
department.  Even soft he'd noticed how much bigger he was than most of the
boys in his gym class.  But he hadn't guessed that he would be bigger than his
older brother.  A wave of pride rushed over him as he made a solemn vow to
himself that he would never let his brother's jokes about his size bother him
again.  For now he knew that in at least one area, Jason was much bigger than
Michael.  And he wasn't complaining about where.

        He slid his hand over his throbbing muscle and smeared the cold lotion
over his skin like his brother told him and started pulling gently.  "OOHHHH,"
he moaned, "You're right, this DOES feel better."  And he took a firmer grip
and stroked a bit faster, all of this time not taking his eyes of the firm
piece of teen cock in his brother's hand getting the same kind of treatment.

        This went on for several minutes, each boy pulling his own dick for all
it was worth while staring at the other boy's crotch, rarely looking up at each
other's face for fear of making eye contact.  But when Jason did look up into
Michael's eyes he saw something in them as they stared at Jason's seven-inch
pole.  At first he thought it was jealousy.  Or envy.  But the more they stared
the more Jason pushed those thoughts aside.  No, the look was more like
amazement, or wonder.  Or even hunger.  Could it be ?  Could his brother be
gay, too ?

        He then realized that Michael was talking to him, telling him how he
can't believe how big Jason's dick is.  Then his eyes looked up, away from the
object of his obsessive stare, and into Jason's eyes.  For a time that neither
of them could discern the length of they stared into each other's eyes.  And in
those few moments something passed between them.  Knowledge.  Desire.
Understanding.

        Michael looked deep into his eyes, his apparent fear ebbing away.  he
looked like he wanted to say something.   Something important.  Something to
share with him.  A bond.  But all that he could manage to get out was barely
about a whisper.  "Can I touch it ?"

        Jason could not answer.  Wouldn't know what to say, anyway, if he
could.  He responded by pulling his own hand off his dick and scooted his body
a little closer to Michael's.  And grinned.  Michael grinned back,
unquestionably relieved.  He rolled onto his stomach and pulled himself closer
to Jason so that his upper body now lay between the "V" that was Jason's legs.
The he gripped Jason's cock and started pumping up and down.

        Jason could not believe the sensations that were passing through his
body.  Could not comprehend the differences that made Michael's hand feel so
much better on his prick than his own hand ever could.  For a couple of minutes
Michael would stroke the full length of Jason's staff, all the way up to the
tip of the head, and all the way down to the short, curly brown hairs at the
base.  Sometimes he would just stroke the head which made Jason nearly
squeeze the tips of his fingers right though his brother's shoulders.

        Then he tapped Michael on the top of his head.  Michael looked up at
him.   Jason commanded, "Sit up, Mike, next to me.  I wanna do it to you now,
too.  OK?"

        Michael climbed up to a sitting position next to his "little" brother .
. .
HUH !  He leaned his back on the headboard and lay his left leg over Jason's
right, and scooted over until their bare thighs were touching.  Michael's
hard-on poked straight up in the air as if it were rooted in cement.  Jason
grabbed the bottle and put some more lotion in his hand, then reached down and
spread it all over Michael's very hard, throbbing penis.  And started to pull
and push . . . and pull and push . . . over and over again.

        There they sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Jason's left hand stretched
over and caressing his brother's dick.  First he rubbed  slowly, but got
steadily faster.  Soon he was flailing Michael's rod as fast as he could, the
way he knew Michael would like it.  And like it he did.  Michael was moaning
nearly to the point of screaming, his head tucked down onto Jason's shoulder,
his teeth nibbling the tender, tanned flesh beneath.  Then he bucked his hips
and started to yell.

        "OH GOD, JASE, DON'T STOP !!!  PUMP IT!  PUMP IT !"

        And Michael bit hard into Jason's shoulder as all the juice inside him
came shooting out.  All over his chest.  His stomach.  And all over Jason's
hand.  And he collapsed on the bed.

        Jason pumped him a few more times, then hopped off the bed and into the
bathroom to retrieve the towel he'd dropped on the floor when he got
frightened.  He wiped off his hand and come back into Michael's bedroom where
he stood next to the bed, his hard cock still throbbing in anticipation.

        Michael was laying there face down across the bed.  When he raised his
head his left cheek collided with the underside of Jason's dick.  It felt so
warm, hot even.  He tucked his face into Jason's hairless thighs and lifted his
hand to grasp the throbbing flesh and started pumping again.   Jason reached
down with one hand to hold Michael's head tight against his legs while Michael
continue to pump him.  And pump him.  And pump him.

        Soon he couldn't hold it any longer, he was about to blow.  His hands
desperately searched for something to grip in his ecstasy and they found the
soft flesh of his own butt cheeks and clasped on tight.  A couple of more slick
pumps and . . . he could feel the juices boil inside of him, could feel it
coming, like nothing he'd ever felt before.  His hips bucked . . . and he shot
his cum through the air, several feet through the air.  He couldn't tell how
many times he shot, but before he was finished he had nearly covered his
brother in cum, his first cum with anybody else, and it was with his brother.

        Michael had cum all over his hair, his neck, his back . . . even his
ass.  He reached back with one hand and rubbed the juice all over his cheeks,
then he tilted his head up and planted a kiss on Jason's balls.  Looking back
at all of the sticky liquid that Jason had sprayed over him, he chuckled and
said, "See, Squirt, I gave you the right nickname. "

        Jason looked up at the clock sitting on the night stand next to
Michael's bed.  After eight o'clock already.  He had less than fifteen minutes
to get to  school.  A shower would have to wait, no time.  Michael jumped to
his feet as Jason threw him the towel.  Michael toweled off and threw on some
sweats and a T-shirt while Jason threw on his clothes and quick-fixed his hair.
In minutes they were dressed and out the door.  Jason had even found the time
to wash his hand, thankful that he had not been the one covered in cum right
before school.  Anyway, Michael could shower when he got back home.

        They made small talk the whole way to the Elmwood Junior High.  They
talked about cars, sports, the upcoming summer vacation.  But neither of them
mentioned any of the morning's activities.

        They pulled up in front of the school just as the last of the kids were
going inside.  The first bell must have rung.  They had made it with no time to
spare.  Jason thanked Michael for the ride as he hopped out the car.  He
slammed the door and started to make for the school's entrance.  And he
stopped.

        He came back and stuck his head inside the window of Michael's Ford
Escort and warned him, "Tell your monkey to behave himself, or else."  And he
smiled.

        Michael gave him a wink and said, "Get going, Squirt, or you'll be
late."

        With that, Jason turned and bounded for the entrance.  Smiling.

        
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End Chapter One...  more chapters on the way.

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