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Authors name: Solar Fox (1989)
Story title : Brothers Under the Skin
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Brothers Under the Skin (MM, inc)
By Solar Fox (1989)
***
The year was 1975. William Lee Anders sat with his
brother, Sean Edward Anders, at the top of a hill,
covered by leaves left from the fall of the previous
year. Sitting here and looking out over the horizon,
they could see the skyline of Atlanta. William, or
Bill, as he was called, was seventeen, and his brother,
Sean was sixteen. Sean was the only one that called his
brother "Billy".
Bill didn't mind either, he rather liked for him to
call him that and in a strange sort of way wished
everyone would call him that. Looking directly ahead,
they could distinctly make out the Equitable building
on the skyline, and with an even closer look, half of
the blue dome of the Hyatt Regency.
Today, Sean was wearing Bill's clothes, as he
frequently had for the last year or so. They wore
generally the same sizes of clothing. Bill was wearing
his own clothing today. Sean was even wearing a pair of
Bill's underwear, and Bill knew it. He liked this
concept about as much as he liked for Sean to call him
Billy, because he knew that Sean had this nasty habit
of creaming his shorts up good. After at least a good
day of wear, those shorts usually wound up back
somewhere in the neighborhood of Bill's chest-of-
drawers again.
Here, in the 72-degree afternoon heat, they had removed
their shirts. Sean had been wearing Bill's "Jaws"
shirt, which featured a photo of a large shark on the
front after the onslaught of the highly successful
motion picture. Bill and Sean had been to see the movie
more times now than they could count. Occasionally Bill
would also wear Sean's clothing, and they would always
smile each other because Sean also knew that his
underpants were in for a creaming.
But Bill wasn't into creaming his underpants a lot
because he knew they tended to stick to him a lot when
he took them off. As a rule, when he was around the
house, he'd just let it all hang out in his room when
he got stiff. As he and Sean shared the same room, this
often worked out well for both parties. While Sean was
into wearing Bill's clothes, and sometimes even his
sneakers, today he was wearing his own shoes, a new
pair of P.F. Flyers.
Bill would frequently hug his brother and at times
would even peck him lightly on the cheek; when Sean was
younger he despised that and as a result he would often
avoid Bill on purpose; this was about a year ago when
Sean was 14. That was when Bill had first really tried
to kiss his brother on the cheek at length. Hell, he
loved him, and he was just trying to express it as best
he knew how. It was almost a year before Sean really
tried to associate with his brother again, just after
he had turned fifteen and Bill had turned sixteen.
Sean was hanging around Bill's bedroom often then; at
that time they had separate bedrooms. It was late that
night and Bill had left his light on. He was reading a
novel to try to forget shit that he had on his mind.
Hell, he was half-pissed by now - he had tried to get
close to his young brother and had obviously either
over-done himself or failed or both. But knocking on
Bill's door now, at 11:00 one Saturday night, and
hearing a distinct "it's open" from Bill, in walked
Sean, clad in his underwear. He slowly approached Bill
now, Bill casually placed his book, spine up, on the
bed.
Sean walked right up where Bill had his head resting on
the pillow. Sean's underwear was RIGHT in Bill's face
practically, and Bill could tell he was hard. Sean had
what looked like a gigantic "question mark" in his
underwear; the body of the penis curled around and the
head was somewhere else, bent out of sight because of
the pressure from his tight briefs, but at the same
time, Sean wasn't entirely hard. Bill was slow at
taking his glance from Sean's lower abdominal portion
and moving it up Sean's smooth chest to his face. "Is
there something I can do for you?" sixteen-year-old
Bill had asked.
"Yeah," Sean had said, "I don't mind if you kiss me
anymore, Billy. I'm sorry I have been so stupid."
"It wasn't stupid," Bill said, rubbing his own leg
where he had a slight itch. It was enough to divert
Sean's attention to Bill's lower abdominal area. "You
just reacted the way any dude would react man... you
wanna get it more from the chicks. That's fine," said
Bill, playing on what he thought was Sean's line of
thinking. Bill knew he had seen his own brother naked
before and before he had started kissing him, they
would occasionally shower together.
Bill would look at Sean and get a hard-on, and every
time he did, Sean would snicker and be quick to get out
of the shower. He knew only girls made his dick get
like that, and Sean wondered how a hot shower made Bill
think of girls. "C-can I talk to you?" Sean asked.
"Sure bro, you can talk to me about anything. Sit on
the edge of my bed, if you like."
Sean did. It was a warm night; Bill had his windows
open and you could hear crickets outside not so far
away in their North Atlanta suburb. Sean slid back some
on Bill's double bed, almost back to Bill's
outstretched foot. Sean knew he himself was stiffening
a little; but after seeing his brother stiff so often
in the past it really didn't seem to bother him. "I...
I got a problem man.."
"Listen dude," Bill said firmly, "nothing you say to me
goes past these four walls, got it?"
"Yeah, that's kinda what I was hoping," Sean indicated.
"Well bro, you have my word of secrecy."
"Well Billy, I don't think girls can do it to me..."
"Do WHAT to you?"
"Give me a... hard-on."
Bill looked at Sean. Sean couldn't hold back a small
smile. This also brought a slight smile to Bill's lips,
even though he was very serious. "No big deal, man,
they don't seem to give me one either," Bill said as
though this were something he said every day of the
year.
"Heh," Sean laughed.
Bill couldn't help getting a little stiff now himself,
looking at his brother like this, with nothing on but
underwear. If one looked closely under the pale light,
he could see Sean's nipples slightly standing. Sean sat
there silent a moment. Bill wasn't in any hurry either.
"You know," Sean said, "I keep thinking about the
showers I took with you... it looked like your dick got
hard sometimes, and your balls would droop... that was
kinda funny..."
"Yeah, I guess it was," Bill agreed, getting stiffer
still at the mention of dicks from his little brother's
mouth, who had never talked about them before this
night.
Bill found a little bravery in all this. "Have you ever
jacked off?" he asked his brother.
"Yeah, but... heh... the only thing that gets it up is
well, thinking a little about Mike Durham..."
"Mike Durham... the dude in your science class?"
"Yeah, is that crazy?"
"No, how does Mike look?" Bill asked, even more
curious. "Well, he's got brown hair, and he's kinda
tannish, you know, gets a lot of sun. I'd seen him with
shorts on, and well..."
"Yeah?"
"He just... looks nice," Sean said. "Do YOU ever jack
off?" Sean asked.
"Yeah... I do... I kinda... think about you."
"ME?!" Sean said, stunned. "What about me?"
"Sean, you have a good body, man. You really do. You're
not exactly a ghost yourself. Have you bothered to look
in the mirror?"
"Well, I don't look THAT good," Sean said, almost
blushing. "Yes you do. Don't put yourself down so much
man, you don't deserve it. I've always thought you were
cool."
"Yeah, you've thought I was cool for the last year.
Look what I do; I piss you off ignoring you. It hasn't
been fun for me either," Sean said, opening up. "That's
okay Sean. I've done the best I could..." said Bill.
"Well, I just wanted you to know it hasn't exactly been
a picnic..."
Bill finally raised up and sat on the edge of the bed
with Sean. As a precautionary measure, he locked his
own door.
"Why'ja do that?" Sean asked, puzzled.
"So mom and dad don't come bustin' in here," Bill said.
"Oh, I guess that's a good reason," Sean agreed.
Bill returned to his place beside Sean on the edge of
the bed. Sean smiled.
"What ya grinning about?" Bill asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just at how agreeable you are with stuff
I say..."
"Well, I kinda feel the same way, man. All that damn
talk about cunts and stuff, it never really has done
that much for me."
"Heh... well, I never really have talked that much
about it," said Sean. Sean was sitting now with an
evident boner, he had the fingers of his hands clasped
together and the palms wrapped around his pole through
the fabric. Sean was still smiling. "I dare you to
tickle me under the arms like you used to do," said
Sean.
Bill did, and when he did, he felt the hair that was
now under his armpits that wasn't there the last time
he had tickled his brother. "Cool!" he said, "ya got
some hair under there!"
"You really think it's cool?" Sean asked.
"Yeah, I do."
"That ain't all the hair I got" Sean said in a low
voice. "What do you mean?" Bill asked, and Sean slowly
lowered his underwear to reveal a very stiff penis,
surrounded by curly black pubic hair. "See what I
mean?" asked Sean.
"Yeah!" said Bill, dazzled. He was even more dazzled
that Sean ASKED him to touch it to see if it felt "like
his." Bill did feel it and it made his dick very stiff
to feel his brother for the first time, ever. He had
only dreamt of touching it.
Sean bent over and kissed his older brother suddenly
with an intensity that nearly forced Bill off the edge
of his own bed. He was kissing Bill on the cheek; Bill
turned his face and for the moment Sean refused to
withdraw; with his brother's mouth directly in front of
him, he forced his tongue into his brother's mouth
deeply for about thirty seconds, Sean and Bill
exchanging each other's very breath for a moment. Then
Sean pulled out and said, "Ahhhhh!" He smiled like a
Cheshire cat.
Bill pulled down his underwear and showed his hard dick
to Sean. Sean didn't seem to question WHY it was hard.
Somehow Bill sensed that he knew. "It looks cool,
Billy," Sean said. Bill also offered Sean the option of
touching it. Sean did, and "thought it was neat that he
could touch it, and not feel it in his own dick."
Sean now kicked his underwear off his feet; Bill did
the same. They sat here on the edge of the bed. "Did I
get your dick hard like that?" Sean asked. "Yeah, you
did," Bill admitted.
"Well, you got me this way too," Sean said.
Bill's mind was suddenly clear of all the arguing and
differences he and his brother had had in the past. He
pushed the book off the side of his bed, the page he
had been reading was lost in the process as it wasn't
marked. Suddenly he didn't care if he ever read the
book again.
"Sean, will you... would you sleep with me tonight?"
Bill requested, a whimper slightly in his voice. Sean
said nothing, simply nodded in the affirmative. There
lay the boys' underwear in the floor, side by side as
were their bodies on the bed. Sean had his hand on his
brother's knee looking at his naked body.
Sean liked the looks of Bill's body hair too. Soon the
two of them were getting tired, even though this wasn't
a school night. So they each took a pillow in Bill's
bed that night and lay there. Bill got up, unlocked the
door so if mom DID look in on them, she wouldn't beat
the door down and have to wake them. Bill picked up
their underwear and shoved it under the covers, got in
bed and cut out the lamp.
They began to talk at length now.
"I really... never have liked girls.." Sean admitted.
"I haven't either," said Bill. "I used to... go into
the boys' rooms and watch the guys all pee, try to see
how big their dicks were. Does that sound crazy?"
"No, I still do that!" Sean said.
"Well," said Bill, "I guess I do too... heh."
Just then, another thought hit Bill as he reached over,
turned on the lamp and reached under the covers to look
at their underwear. He noted they were exactly the same
size: 30's. Only Bill wore Hanes and Sean wore Fruit-
of-the Loom's. That was the way Mrs. Anders told them
apart when she washed them. Sean saw what Bill was
doing. "What is it?"
"We wear the same size underwear, man!" Bill said.
"Yeah, I've known that a while," Sean remarked to
Bill's surprise. "Oh? How long?"
"Couple of years. That just never has changed, because
neither of us have really gained a lot of weight. I was
about oh, twelve then I guess when I saw the underwear
in the dirty clothes. I just looked, that was all. I
knew I never wore Hanes."
Bill giggled. Sean did too.
Bill turned the light off, Sean gave him a peck on the
neck. It caught Bill off guard. "Whoa!"
"Whoa what, man?"
"That was... different."
"Heh, I scare ya?"
"No, just... wasn't expecting it."
"So, it DID scare ya?"
"Well, a little." With that, Bill hugged his brother as
he had been doing about a year before. It really choked
him up when he felt Sean hugging him back. "What's the
matter, Billy?"
"Just... man, never heard you talk about shit like this
before tonight. It's kinda like an alcoholic being
restricted from the liquor store for a year, then being
told by the government that he could RUN the damn
place, ya know?!"
"Uh, sorta... yeah I get your drift." Bill kissed him
back, lightly. Slowly, Sean uttered, "don't stop there.
Go as far as you want, big brother."
Bill did, he wrapped his arms around him and buried in
a kiss. He fondled Sean's chest, slid slowly down his
smooth body to his groin, and grasped his tool. It was
hard.
Bill slowly pulled away. He wasn't exactly ready to do
things like jack his brother off, he felt like maybe
his brother would rather do things like that himself,
but it was plain to see that Sean had changed
considerably in the last year.
He lay there with his brother now as Sean rolled over
on his back and began to mercilessly jack off. Sean,
being fourteen, had begun to sperm off about a year
ago, when he had first started getting hair around his
genital area. He shot off in a matter of about three
minutes and his sperm happened to go all over Bill's
chest. Bill asked who Sean was thinking about just
then, when he was jacking off. "Then, I was thinking
about you," Sean confessed. Bill was deeply touched.
"I did that to you?" Bill asked, as he ran his hand
across his chest, getting it wet with Sean's semen.
"Yeah... cool huh?"
"Yeah! It is!"
"Now, let's see you. Can you shoot as much cream as I
did?"
"Yeah, I'm sure I could."
Actually, Bill was so excited he was already dripping
cum down onto his scrotum. He lay back, Sean watched in
the dark as Bill slowly started jacking his stiff dick.
Soon he too was sending hoops in the air, raining down
on them both. Bill had actually put out a little more
semen than his brother, because it had been over a week
now since Bill had had the nerve to do it.
It was now about 1 am, and both boys sacked out in the
bed, pulling the covers over them. Mrs. Anders opened
Bill's door in the absence of Sean from his bed and saw
the two together. A faint smile came to her lips. She
quietly closed the door and walked away.
"Where's Sean?" asked Paul Anders of his wife, father
of the two boys, "I was going to give him his magazine
back, and his room was dark.. wasn't in bed.." "Relax,
honey," Florence Anders said, patting her husband on
the head. "He's sleeping with his brother."
"Sleeping with Bill? Those two fight like cats and
dogs!"
"Apparently not anymore," she said, getting in bed and
switching on the TV by remote control. Paul, 32, lay in
bed in his underwear and folded his hands on his chest.
"You know, it's funny how we never do anything as a
family, never go to movies, the boys always want to go
by themselves."
"I know, I'm lucky if I go anywhere with them in a
three-month period. But they're just boys."
"I know, but they don't like fishing and all like I
used to do," Paul continued. "They had to have Hot
Wheels cars and Tonka toys."
"Paul, they got rid of their toys two years ago!
They're not exactly that young anymore, then again
neither are we. I guess I'm just having a mid-life
crisis.." "Well, what can I do?" asked Paul.
"Nothing," Florence answered abruptly, as though she
intended it to sound like he were SUPPOSED to ALREADY
KNOW what to do, and just wasn't doing it. "Sorry! Just
ask a simple question."
"Paul... get real! We haven't done it since we had
Sean... not like we used to anyway."
"Well, I've just been tired a lot, this job is murder,
you just don't realize."
She cut him off. "Well, you had several offers recently
for BETTER jobs with BETTER hours, whose fault is THAT
for turning them down? Huh?"
Florence was literally shouting now. Bill awoke to hear
a shoe being thrown at the wall, his bed was right next
to the wall of their bedroom.
Sean had heard it too and Bill could see him yawn in
the dark. "Getcha something, little bro?" Bill asked.
"Naah man.. not a thing. You can.. grab this if you
want," Sean said, indicating his dick in the dark.
"Grab what?"
"My... tallywhacker, silly!"
Bill did. It felt wild under the sheets to feel his
brother's dick.
They fell asleep again.
Bill did wake up occasionally to see his little brother
sleeping happily beside him.
By morning, Sean awoke to go take a leak. This movement
awoke Bill. He watched as Sean opened the door quietly,
went into the bathroom, and closed the door. Bill stood
outside the door for a moment, half wanting to walk in
and half not, then deciding "what the hell" and burst
in on his little brother.
He saw Sean pissing, mid stream. This was a true test
of Sean's sudden signs of affection for his brother.
Rather than doing what he probably would have done
earlier, which would have been to make a BIG deal of
it, yelling for mom just to drive Bill out of the
bathroom (actually Bill had never DARED do something
like this before), a smile formed on Sean's lips and he
waved his piss stream around in the bowl, finally
resting it on the right side of the bowl, causing the
water in it to begin to swirl in a counter-clockwise
direction.
Bill whipped out his penis and pissed there too,
causing the water to really bubble, and the water to
swirl more swiftly. While they had been pissing, they
were naked as their underwear was still in Bill's bed,
and Bill had figured this had to be where Sean was
going.
They were standing hip to hip, and their hips were
actually resting against each other. As Bill finished
pissing after Sean, Sean flushed the commode and showed
no resistance as Bill hugged his naked little brother.
Their cocks actually pressed together and rested
against each other's lower stomachs as they embraced
for a moment. Bill didn't kiss Sean, but Sean kissed
him!
Both boys then headed back to Bill's room, and Sean
asked Bill if they could room together. Bill agreed and
next it was decided who would move in with whom. As it
turned out, Bill had a larger room so he helped Sean
move in with him. By the time Sean and Bill had
finished, Bill's closet was full, and Sean had
discarded at least two grocery sacks full of old
paraphernalia that had collected over his childhood
which was either actual garbage, or stuff he no longer
wanted.
But with his sudden caring for his brother which had
started and wasn't showing any signs of stopping, he
had even allowed Bill to leaf through it before it went
outside, JUST to see if Bill wanted any of it. The only
thing Bill ran across was a pair of boys' size 12
underwear that Sean had worn.
"How old were you when you wore these things?!" Bill
asked. "Probably about eight," Sean said. He had kept
them because, as he revealed to Bill, he used to jack
off holding them because "he had wild things happen to
him when he was in second grade."
"What was that?" Bill asked, as everything was neatly
in place in Bill's room, and they decided to sleep in
the same bed, leaving Sean's old bed in THAT bedroom.
Sean revealed that a boy he had known in second grade
had met him one afternoon after school, while Sean was
taking a leak in a urinal. The boy asked him to come
into a stall with him and while Sean had been hesitant,
he reluctantly followed the boy into the stall, he now
told Bill for the first time.
"David showed me his dick, and then he just went ape,
pulled his underwear down too, showed me his ballsack,
and showed me about jacking off. He let me feel him off
for probably about an hour before we left."
"I followed him home on my bicycle. That was the day
mother started to worry because Dave had me so excited
that I forgot to call home. But we just looked at each
other's privates and felt of our dicks," Sean said. He
looked at Bill as they both sat on the bed, glancing at
H.R. Puf'n'stuf.
"I never thought I was different," said Sean. "I just
thought eventually that shit would pass and I'd grow to
like girls. I never have."
"Well bro, nothing that fancy has ever really happened
to me. Remember that time when you were ten, and I
grabbed your dick when we were changing clothes, you
backed away and it slid out of my hand?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, vaguely," said Sean.
"That's really been the highlight of my life, until
last night..."
"You know," Sean recalled, "when I did that, it felt
neat, pulling out of your hand like that. I just
remembered - it kinda started to get a little hard...
like it is now."
H.R. Puf'n'stuf went off and WSB-TV went into a
commercial about Lite-Brite's. Bill snapped the TV set
off and stripped down to his underwear. "Hell, I'm not
going anywhere today," he said out loud to his brother.
He closed the door, but did not lock it.
"Damn," said Sean, "what are you gonna do if mom walks
in and catches ya like that in the middle of the day?"
"Fuck it," he said. He had just started using
obscenities around his brother just last year when they
started "going separate ways." and since that time,
Sean also had been known to swear, except to his
parents. He had been sent to the principal's office on
one occasion for swearing at another student, but there
was no disciplinary action because the teacher was
sympathetic; it was Sean's first offense, and he was
doing a damned good job of faking "hurt-tears" of
strong emotional pain... it wasn't long after he left
the office that it was time to go home that day, and he
was all smiles again.
Sean saw Bill's cock stiffening as Sean also risked
removing his clothing, down to his underwear. It was
then that Bill really noticed it: Sean had on his
Hanes!
"Damn, how did they get switched?" he though as he
started to say something to Sean about changing back.
But then, a little voice inside his head said, "what
the hell." Actually the sudden thought that he was
wearing the same jockeys that Sean had worn all day the
day before was making him a little stiffer.
Sean, at fourteen, was quite capable of producing
sperm, as he proved while his older brother innocently
turned on the Banana Split's show. He looked casually
over at Sean, and saw that the entire fly area of his
OWN underwear was soaked with a large wet spot. Sean
pretended not to notice him.
Bill, while he knew what this was, knew that he was not
as capable of pre-cumming as his brother, it was just
the way their bodies were different. Bill would have
been doing it now were his body able to. Finally during
a commercial as Bill looked back over, Bill saw that he
had it OUT THE FLY of the underwear and could see beads
of it dripping off the head of the penis down onto the
cotton fabric.
Sean watched as Bill whipped out his own dick and
slowly stroked it. Bill soon felt another hand on his
cock during the TV show, and it slowly seemed to ask,
"can I do it for you?" and Sean's grip tightened
slightly as Bill's hand slipped away.
Sean got faster and faster on his brother's cock, soon
giving it full attention as he dropped to his knees and
clamped his mouth around it. Although Sean had never
really had experience at this before, he really seemed
to know what he was doing. Bill soon found himself
rubbing his brother on the head, he didn't know why; he
just knew that if "he were Sean, it would probably feel
good." so he did.
Sean's intensity got a little rougher as a direct
result of this, and soon Sean got his first real
mouthful of cream. Some did run out of his mouth, but
he had taken most of it right down his throat. He had
been partly fondling his own cock as he was going along
and soon found himself shooting a load all over Bill's
bare feet. He giggled as he saw Bill wiggle his toes.
Sean had shot a fairly large puddle.
Soon they got up and showered together again, but they
found themselves doing things like washing each other
off and soaping up each other's hair... things Bill
never dreamed in a million years possible. They dried
off.
Bill caught himself thinking things that he wouldn't
have, before this turn of events last night. Things
like, "wow, it's just a month till my birthday. I can't
wait until I can drive and I can take Sean anywhere he
wants to go." he mentally could see himself as Sean's
future chauffeur, taking him places mom and dad would
never think of taking him.
"I say my boy, yo' got a quite beautiful boday," Bill
said, imitating a slight English-accent. Sean smiled at
this and popped the elastic waistband of his underwear,
which Bill was wearing a fresh pair of at Sean's
insistence, while Bill was putting on a clean shirt.
That was now but a memory as the two of them were now
sitting at the top of this leaf-covered hill. Bill had
driven them here in this remote location on the
outskirts of Atlanta in the second-hand Volkswagen he
had received on his last birthday. Sean was really
anticipating his brother's receiving it as much as Bill
was himself; Sean knew that Bill would be running him
around a little, but not as much as he had!
There were great advantages Sean never really
considered, like Bill taking him to school and not
having to ride the bus with the other boys, although
sometimes Sean rode the bus just for the hell of it.
Keeping the car a secret as Sean and the others picked
it out was the hardest secret Sean had ever kept from
his brother; especially now that Bill had known his
DEEPEST secret of liking guys.
Sean liked riding the bus occasionally.
One disadvantage to it was that there was a small group
of boys on the bus that were into "snaking" people that
is, opening the mouth and flicking one's tongue in such
a manner that it could cause saliva to project in a
small stream from the mouth, sometimes several feet.
Sean knew how to do this, and would snake back at the
guys, but the thought of someone else's spit all over
him usually disgusted him.
Until the day that there were just he and one other boy
on the bus. He had asked the driver to let this boy off
first and then swing back by and let Sean off last.
While it was 5:00 before the bus finally arrived at
Sean's house and let him off, this day had been quite
rewarding to Sean: he had coaxed the other boy,
Darrell, who was a year older than Sean, to move to one
of the back seats of the long bus with him.
Darrell was puzzled by this strange request, but did
move. He and Darrell sat side by side. Working up some
courage, Sean asked, "you got a... big one down here?"
and lightly pointed at Darrell's groin.
Darrell just smiled. "Wanna see it?" he asked quietly.
"Sure man," and Darrell eased down his zipper. Darrell
was wearing a blue jean jacket, a "Hijackers" T-shirt
and faded denim blue jeans.
Sean had always thought he was cool. Sean was stiff,
but hearing his zipper slide down the teeth of that fly
made him stiffer than ever. Sean could see the white
cloth of those jockeys as Darrell reached in and pulled
it out.
Damn, it was big. When Darrell said, "this is what
pumped Denise last night," Sean knew he was straight,
but at least he guy was giving him a nice look. "Have
you got more than this giant, man?" Darrell asked to
which Sean had to say, "No not quite!" but Darrell
persuaded Sean to pull his out.
It was stiff of course, but now Sean wasn't bashful. He
whipped his bad boy out, and it was about five and a
half in this condition. "Hot damn! He's on the boner!"
Darrell said quietly. As he had left his out, it too
was slightly stiffening.
Finally, Sean found more courage. This boy was good
looking. "Darrell, can I... just touch it?" "Sure man!
If you want." Sean felt his cock, and really looked
around. He noticed he was still a good five miles from
Darrell's house; Darrell lived way up the county road.
Sean could feel Darrell get a little stiff in his hand
but he was afraid to stroke it for fear Darrell would
"wise up" on him and what he really wanted to do.
Darrell felt of Sean's too, and Sean felt of Darrell's
for at least five minutes solid before he saw that his
penis was just going flaccid again.
It was no use; Darrell was straight obviously, but he
had something to think about tonight anyway. Something
told him in the back of his young mind that "a gay guy
just has to get action when and where he can, sometimes
even has to pay a price to get it."
The bus driver, a man in his mid-40's, thought they
were probably swapping baseball cards. Sean knew,
because he just threw out a simple, "guess what we were
doing?" to Mr. Falkner, to which he replied, "trading
baseball cards?"
Sean had told Bill all about that afternoon.
Sitting here now on the crest of this hill, the sun
darting in and out from behind clouds. Bill put his arm
around Sean's shoulders as he saw his little brother
tremble slightly. "You wanna go somewhere else?" he
asked of Sean. Sean's voice had recently changed as
well and was a little deeper than Bill had become
accustomed to in their youth. "Yeah man," Sean said as
the lights of the evening city were coming on with a
light glow. "Take me somewhere I've only been once."
"Where?!"
Bill and Sean went to the top of the Hyatt Regency,
into Polaris, the restaurant, which was housed inside
the blue dome of the lavish hotel. This restaurant
actually revolves slowly; if one sits facing one side,
within 30 minutes he finds himself on the opposite side
of the dome, looking at other scenery surrounding
Atlanta. The pair just ordered a Coke and relaxed a few
moments in the place, new to Bill, who had never been
here before. To Bill's appall, the drinks cost $1.50
between them.
"Told you it wasn't cheap," Sean said. Damn, Bill
noticed - Sean's eyebrows in the last year had started
getting bushier. They were dark to start with, but now
he noticed their bushiness. They left the restaurant
after finishing their drinks - and being moved from a
good view of Stone Mountain, to the not-as-interesting
side view of the Equitable building. As they came down
the glass-encased elevator, Sean made the comment, "I
wonder how many guys are getting it on right now, in
this place."
To add a positive note, Bill said, "want my guess if
there were a thousand of them here?" Sean nodded. "A
thousand of them." Sean giggled. The boys tooled
through the heart of the city, looking at all the
sights. There seemed to be a laid-back feeling abound,
even in the city.
Then, before they headed home, Bill took a drive down
Peachtree Street, and drove to a part of town that he
had "heard" was gay. There were bars, people, stores
and there was music. He was driving so slowly that a
Checker Cab sat on his horn and yelled "move it buddy!"
"Damn," muttered Sean, "so this is the gay part of
town, eh?"
"That's what I hear," answered Bill.
Bill went left down Crescent and pointed the car back
toward I-75. It was 8:00 before they arrived back at
the house.
"Y'all missed supper," Florence Anders said, sipping
hot coffee in front of the 25-inch color set in the
'family' area. "Did you boys have a good time?" "Yeah
mom, we did," Sean said. "Sean, let me have a moment
with your brother, okay?"
"Sure!" said Sean, and walked to his room, but kept an
ear out. "Listen, I just wanted to say - I really think
it's fantastic that you and your brother have been
getting along so well lately. Your father is more
amazed than I am," she said, smiling. "Sean will be
sixteen in a year. He'll need a car, too, won't he?"
Bill nodded.
"Well, we'll just have to do something about this small
dilemma, because I want both of my fine, young sons to
have a car of their own. In your opinion, what kind of
shape would you say your car is in?" the thirty-
something year old mother of two asked of her oldest
son.
"It runs pretty good, mom. The only thing is that the
brakes need relining soon..."
She was pondering. She was trying to decide to ask Bill
if he'd rather see if Sean wanted his VW and get Bill
another car; or to let Bill keep his VW and get Sean a
new car. "Would you be willing to take a new car if
Sean wants yours, or would you hold any grievance if
Sean gets a car in different shape than yours? I want
to know, because if you do, I'll even get you a new car
and you can sell the VW.."
"No mom, the VW is cool.. I sorta like it, the only way
I'd want to part with it were if Sean wanted it..."
Bill said. Bill knew he had a special relationship with
his brother now, and he wasn't ever going to break it
if he could help it. Sean had thrown on a tank top and
a pair of white Speedos. He looked cute as holy shit
dressed like this.
Bill had told his mother that they would talk it over
between themselves. This astonished her slightly; she
found it hard to believe that two boys who, just over a
year ago had argued on who got to use the bathroom
first every morning, at which she had demanded that
they alternate mornings, would now be so complaisant
that they could talk out something so large as who
would get which car, without an argument.
In fact at breakfast one morning when Bill was eating
cereal and Sean was still asleep, he told his mother,
"you will never catch us two arguing again for the rest
of our lives." She had nearly dropped her coffee cup.
-=*=-
Bill quietly closed the door. Sean was sitting on the
edge of his brother's bed, Sean had the left leg of his
Speedos rolled up a little to his BROTHER'S underpants
that he was still wearing, and had the head of his cock
mercilessly sticking out the leg band of the undies. It
was a little stiff.
Bill approached and Sean didn't even budge when his
brother hugged and kissed him, aside from the fact that
Bill almost squeezed all of the life out of him with
his bear hug. He looked down at his own cockhead and
said, "do that again, please!" Bill did, and Sean said,
"It likes it, look!" He pointed at his own dick,
straining to get out of the underwear.
"Of course it does, man!" said Bill, feeling his own
cock and balls through Sean's faded Wranglers. The only
thing of Bill's that Sean was wearing, however, were
his underpants. Bill seldom wore tank tops because over
the last year he had thought they were something so
sacred that only his brother should wear them. He loved
to look at his brother in private, and now Sean never
so much as minded if Bill stared at him all night.
All this did to Sean was make him hard because his
brother was treating him like a god, or someone with
high authority, and he ate it up. Bill loved doing it,
too, because Sean always showed that he loved it.
Tonight Bill actually thought his brother looked so
cool in his pinkish tank top that he leaned over on his
brother and began licking his arms. Sean liked this,
and asked, "Wanna lick under my arms? I didn't use any
deodorant!"
"Sure!" Bill answered, and Sean raised his right arm
and put it behind his head. Bill got a mouthful of hair
and sweat under that arm, then pecked it lightly. As
Bill could hold back no more, he lightly eased his
brother down on the bed, and they French kissed. Sean's
eyes grew a little wider as he got a small taste of his
own sweat.
It really wasn't so bad, he thought, and wished
suddenly that he could taste it more often. His boner
was about to rupture in his Speedos. Bill wasn't
helping matters any by groping at his brother's cock
while they kissed. But, knowing that the door was
locked, he eased Sean's clothing down with one hand,
resting his brother's head in the other, and Sean felt
it as his cock slipped back inside the fly of the
jockey underwear before it was finally removed and laid
on the floor, still inside his Speedos.
Bill then left Sean's head on the bed, reached down and
undid his shoes slowly, dropping them to the floor. He
also slowly took off his brother's socks. "I want to
see you naked badly, little brother!" Bill said, and as
he got the other sock off, Sean had totally removed his
tank top and tossed it toward the closet door; it then
hooked beautifully on the doorknob.
Sean giggled as a result and Bill looked up briefly.
Now Sean lay there naked, only his hard cock sticking
up. "So? I'm naked Billy!" he said, "but I wanna see
you naked too. You want me to undress ya?"
"Naah, I want you to lay there and watch, because
you've probably done enough today." and Sean lay there
feeling his own cock as Bill stripped out of his shoes,
socks, pants.. Sean had seldom seen him undress until
they moved in together because they seemed to have
different wants, different desires. No more.
Bill tossed SEAN'S underwear that he had worn all day,
onto the same knob that Sean had tossed his top onto,
and the elastic waistband hooked onto it
unquestionably. Sean giggled again. Bill was now naked.
Sean had not touched his cock in the last thirty
seconds or so, and under this light now, Bill could see
a stream of pre-cum running down his brother's dick as
he approached him. "Someone needs a good tickle," Bill
said.
"Oh shit!" said Sean, drawing his arms close in next to
his body. But Bill just wrapped his lips around his
brother's dick. "To hell with the tickle," Bill thought
to himself. He did reach up to feel of Sean's ribs,
which shown a little as he lay in this position.
He gently rubbed his brother in that area, slowly above
his own head, slowly... and Sean quickly and without
question, erupted semen into his mouth. Sean moaned in
exquisite and absolute pleasure. Sean erupted a LOT of
semen into his mouth as a matter of fact, perhaps more
than he had ever, because Bill's mouth would not stop;
it was just NOT CONTENT until his brother stopped
shuddering.
It was a difficult decision for Sean. But he finally
decided that he'd just look around at other cars and
see if he too could find a good used one; he wasn't
going to get something new because he felt his parents
didn't have that kind of money, and besides he still
had a year to nail things down. But, because his love
for Bill now ran so much deeper, he wanted Bill to pick
out Sean's car, as Sean had helped to pick out his.
They were closer to each other than most brothers
already; they were almost lovers and it was so very
strong. Now, right now they knew that they'd never be
alone again. Sean got up now and retrieved his own
underwear that Bill had worn all day; he put it on and
as he did the elastic waistband accidentally snapped on
his waist once, causing a loud popping sound. This
brought a smile to both his and his brother's lips, so
he did it a few more times on purpose, pulling it out
away from his abdominal area.
Bill got close to him and rubbed his cock on the leg of
his brother's underwear now, up and down he went, Bill
was quite hard and Sean just stood there taking it. He
would have let his brother stand there doing that all
night, he had no complaints about it whatsoever. But he
did whisper a soft, "hey Billy, ya wanna... well, butt
fuck my ass?" Bill paused.
"You probably couldn't handle something like that, lil
bro."
"Yeah I could, it would feel wild to feel you slippin'
and slidin' up there." Bill thought a moment. "Well, we
need a shower, you wanna let's try it in the shower?"
"Sure!" Sean said, Bill put on his own underwear and
they ran into the vacant bathroom.
Soon, halfway during their shower, someone standing on
the other side of the sliding glass shower door would
plainly see some dribbles of Bill's semen hit the
glass. Not only were they brothers to every sense of
the word, but obviously were, and would remain, much
closer.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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