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Archive name: brothers.txt (MM, inc)
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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