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Coal Brothers
by Stereograph (no address provided)

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Older brother shows younger brother the way, only to get 
them both in trouble with their mom. (mm-solo, 1st-mast, 
voy, xmas)

***

Author Note: This is a work of fiction. No person, 
place, or situation depicted exists outside the mind of 
the Author.

***

The Feast of Saint Nicholas

Danny cracked the bathroom door open just enough to peer 
in. Sure enough, Ricky was playing with himself again. 
He seemed to do that a lot nowadays. Danny couldn't 
understand why. A little squeeze now and again felt 
good. Other things were a lot more fun and interesting 
though, like spying on big brothers. Danny was so 
involved in watching his brother, he didn't notice their 
Mom coming down the hall.

"What are you doing, young man?" she said.

Danny panicked. So did Ricky in the bathroom.

"Just seeing if I can pee yet!" said Danny. "Ricky's 
been in there forever."

Mom shoved the door all the way open. Ricky was zipping 
his pants hurriedly. Nothing wrong with that of course. 
Mom looked around and said, "What's taking you so long 
in here?" She spotted a tube on the sink and picked it 
up. It was labeled "Sex Lube". "Where did you buy this 
and why? What do you think you're doing with it?"

Ricky said nothing. 

Mom looked the tube over and found a price tag for the 
drug store. "You, young man are grounded! Your father 
and I will decide for how long, later. And you'll be 
confessing this to the priest Saturday! Now, get to your 
room and let your brother pee."

Danny peed to make it look good and went to their room. 
"Why do you do that? A quick pull feels good, but all 
that tugging, that's just weird."

"Have you ever really tried doing it?"

"I did a little, it feels like too much after a while."

"You just don't understand. That's how it's supposed to 
work. That's how you do... things to girls. You can't 
stop till it squirts."

"It squirts? Yuck! Girls, double yuck!"

"You should try it. In a couple years you'll change your 
mind about girls. I did. You'll want to know how to do 
it then."

"You're kidding, right? It really squirts? How much do 
you have to rub to make it squirt?"

Ricky opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out 
another tube like the one Mom had taken from him in the 
bathroom. "Here, open your pants and hold out your hand. 
Try it yourself. It really feels great after it 
squirts!"

"No way! I don't want to get in trouble like you."

"You won't get in trouble. Mom won't come in here and 
she'll blame me if she does catch us. Go ahead and try."

Rick pulled his pants down and greased his hand. Danny 
sat for a moment thinking. "Does it really feel good, or 
are you lying again."

"I'm gonna do it. You think I'd do it if it didn't feel 
really good?" Ricky started rubbing himself.

Danny sat for a moment watching then pulled down his 
pants. He played with himself for a moment. It felt good 
and made him hard. "Does the lotion help it feel 
better?"

"You bet! Here, hold out your hand."

Danny received a glop of lube and started rubbing it in. 
It was still feeling good, but he'd done it for this 
long before. Ricky was rubbing faster and harder than 
Danny ever had, so he decided to follow along. Despite 
the squabbling they did he respected his big brother. He 
wanted to be just like him. If Ricky said this was a 
good thing, Danny wanted to do it too. Both boys rubbed 
and rubbed. 

Ricky grinned at his little brother's emulation of him, 
Danny grinned too, glad that his brother approved of 
him. He reached the point where his pee-pee started to 
sort of hurt. The point where he always stopped, if he 
even went this far, but he kept going.

Ricky was breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. 
Danny's right leg was twitching reflexively. He felt 
like he should stop, but he didn't want to disappoint 
Ricky. His lower belly went tight and it hurt to rub! 
Danny still didn't quit. Then every part of him started 
to twitch and his hand was getting wet. He couldn't 
breathe! 

Then he couldn't rub anymore, it was just too much. He 
was squirting! His belly, thighs, and balls were 
clenching and unclenching. Despite the kind of painful 
feeling, it felt great! Then it all stopped and the 
world felt warm and fuzzy. Ricky was still rubbing fast.

"What are you up to now!" shouted Mom. She came all the 
way into the room. "What a mess! Richard Cole, you're in 
more trouble than you can imagine in your wildest 
nightmares. Danny, you are too. Go clean up and go to 
the living room. I'll talk to you in a minute."

When she came into the room again, she said, "Don't even 
start making excuses. I know Ricky talked you into that, 
but you knew it was wrong. We've talked about it before 
and you heard me say so just half an hour earlier. It's 
one thing to admire your big brother when he does 
something good. It's wrong to follow him when he acts 
badly! You're grounded until after Confession Saturday. 
You'll confess this. You will have extra chores for the 
rest of the week. This is the last time you do something 
like that, you hear me?"

Danny gave his assent and went off to set the table.

Danny's punishment wasn't too bad. Ricky, on the other 
hand, was grounded until January second. He was stuck 
home through the school holiday and he'd miss a lot. He 
also lost his smart phone and game console. He had to do 
extra chores, and harder ones than Danny could do. He 
could only have friends over if he cleared it through 
Mom.

As he stood in the confession line, Danny reflected on 
one thing his brother would miss. The town had turned 
the old main street Downtown into a sort of park long 
before Danny, or even Ricky was born. Every year they 
had an ice rink set up in the winter, but this year 
they'd set up a Christmas Village to run most of 
December. 

Danny was going to the opening with friends right after 
confession. There were clowns making balloon toys. There 
were stalls with all sorts of toys and decorations. And 
stalls with sweets! Ricky couldn't go, of course. 
Danny's skates were in the car. Once school let out for 
the holiday, one parent or another would be taking kids 
to skate almost every day. 

There were going to be special events too. Carolers and 
storytellers. Puppet shows. Brass bands. Old movies, 
after dark. Danny would see most of them. Ricky couldn't 
go at all and he loved to skate. He loved to hang out 
with his friends. They'd all be there.

Danny felt a little guilty about it. Ricky wasn't being 
mean to him at all. He was being snotty about his 
punishments, but that was directed at their parents. One 
reason Danny felt guilty was that Ricky shared his 
secret stash of baby oil and toilet paper. Danny had 
come to the conclusion that he couldn't sleep until he'd 
played with himself to the end. 

Every night, after his parents checked to see that he 
stayed in bed, he pulled out the supplies and played. 
He'd even found new places to touch that gave him extra 
thrills. When he was done he left the supplies out for 
Ricky, whose bedtime was much later, and rolled himself 
into the blankets to drift off to contented sleep.

He wouldn't tell Father about any of that. He had to 
confess the time he got caught, Mom might have tipped 
Father off and he was in line. He had to say something. 
The rest he'd keep to himself.

***

Christmas Day

Danny scrambled down the stairs. He couldn't wait to see 
what Santa brought! Ricky wasn't far behind. He'd 
started off trying to look cool, but he couldn't keep up 
the pose. They dashed to the tree. There was nothing 
there from Santa, only the wrapped gifts from family. 
Danny reached up to his stocking and felt something. 
Maybe it was something so valuable it made up for the 
lack of other stuff? He reached in and found a lump of 
coal. Ricky expressed disbelief at finding the same 
thing.

"Santa seems to know something I don't," said Dad. "I 
think we need to talk." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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