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Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author
Story title : Home Improvement - The Boys
Part 2 of 4
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"Boys will be boys"
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Brad Taylor arrived home from soccer practice one
afternoon to find the following note stuck to the refrigerator:
BOYS --
Your father's running late on his show and I'll be
in class until 5. Start dinner yourselves, okay?
Love, Mom
Great, Brad thought, pulling the note off the fridge and
tossing it in the garbage. He didn't know the first thing about
cooking.
He decided he and Randy and Mark, his younger brothers,
would order a pizza or something.
Brad headed upstairs, still dressed in his soccer uniform,
which was sticking like crazy to his body. He was *still* sweating
from the game, and he hadn't showered afterward because he didn't
like being naked around his teammates. Lugging his heavy tote bag
behind him, Brad dragged himself wearily to the room he shared
with Randy and flopped down on the bed. The house was dead
quiet. Since Dad was gone, nothing was exploding and nobody was
cursing.
"I guess I might as well start my homework," Brad said
loudly into the empty room, as though saying it would be more
motivational. Sighing, he dug his textbooks out and carried them
over to his desk.
Just then the front door slammed from downstairs, making
Brad jump about a foot. "Jesus," he muttered quietly, and then he
heard Randy begin calling out.
"Mom! Dad! Anybody home?"
Randy's home, Brad thought excitedly, putting his books
away and sitting expectantly on the edge of his bed. He pushed his
long sweaty blond hair off his forehead and propped himself up
with hands behind himself. His heart began pounding a little faster,
and he was sort of surprised to find a fresh sweat had broken out all
over his body--under his arms, down his legs, even on his face.
He felt himself flushing...could *see* it in the full-length mirror
at the far end of the room.
"Hey, anybody home?" Randy was still yelling, but now
he was climbing the steps. Brad gulped as he felt his cock stir
within his shorts. He hadn't realized how much he wanted this.
Impulsively, almost without realizing he was doing it, Brad reached
one hand down the front of his shorts, closing his eyes as his
fingers traced through the wisps of pubic hair growing around the
root of his cock, parting his lips as he took gentle hold of him-
self. His semi-erection immediately grew firmer in his grasp, and
he began to pump his hand slowly, jerkily...as much as his shorts
would allow him. He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the
plump head, gasping as he quickly got a full erection. He cupped
his balls, hanging at full stretch from the base of his cock, and
brought one fingertip daintily back up and along the length of his
erection. He sighed.
"Randy," he whispered under his breath. "Come on..."
"Hey, is *anybody* here at all?" Randy had reached the
second floor landing and was coming down the hall. Fast. Brad
quickly regained his composure and pulled his hand--reluctantly--
from down his shorts and sat back on the bed like nothing was
happening...about two seconds before his brother burst into the
bedroom.
"Boy, where is ev--" Randy Taylor broke off as he saw his
older brother sitting there. Randy cast a couple of looks up and
down the blond boy's body--flushed face, wide eyes, lusty
expression--and immediately understood. "You the only one here?"
he asked softly.
"Yeah," Brad whispered. "They won't be back till five."
He was staring right back at Randy. His brother was wearing a
striped T-shirt and extremely baggy jeans held up with an ordinary
black belt. His sneakers were considerably beat-up. His wavy hair
was ruffled and his own face was flushed. Brad knew Randy had
P.E. sixth period and, like Brad, didn't like showering around the
other boys. It was a hot day, and here on the second story it
seemed hotter still. Even with the screen in their window, the boys
were getting very little in the way of a draft to cool them off.
Randy cocked an eyebrow and stared at his brother. Brad
watched the way the boy's shoulders rose and fell--more quickly
now--in time with his heavy breathing. "It's been awhile," Randy
said at last.
"Almost a week," Brad agreed, very quietly. He could
only stare as his brother shut the door to their bedroom, then
walked slowly over to the window and closed the blinds. The room
was left pleasantly dim, giving the illusion of cool.
"Have you..." Randy finished the thought by curving his
fingers and thumb into a fist and rocking it suggestively back and
forth in mid-air.
Brad shook his head. "You?"
"No," Randy breathed. "I've been...waiting." He grinned.
"Saving it."
"Me too," Brad answered. "Just like we agreed."
"Good." Randy walked so that he stood very close to Brad,
the older boy still sitting and watching from the bed. The younger
boy tossed his head back, pushed his hands through his tangled
sweaty hair, and slowly lifted his T-shirt up and off his body.
Randy thought he heard Brad give off a soft moan as his narrow
chest was revealed, his pale nipples cast in shadow...and then it
was Randy himself who shut his eyes and gasped quietly as he felt
his brother's fingers working eagerly at his belt buckle.
"Mmm," Brad said quietly, the sound a silky whisper in the
dim bedroom. His hands came forward, delicately tracing the
curve of Randy's slight torso, fingers moving in between his pecs,
Randy's breath catching and his shoulders hitching as Brad teased
the boy's nipples, feeling them harden beneath his sweaty fingers.
"Ah jeez..." Randy found himself whispering, head bent
back and lips parted slightly. Brad barely saw the boy's tongue
dart out of his mouth briefly, just briefly, to moisten his lips.
His eyes were half-shut. "God, Brad..."
"Yeah," the older boy said huskily, his voice breaking
between whisper and normal, suddenly seeming very loud in the
bedroom. Neither boy noticed or cared. "Yeah..."
"Wanna cum..." Randy was whispering, more to himself
than to his brother...and Brad barely made it out until Randy had
said it several times, almost like a chant. "Wanna cum, Brad...
it's been too long...too long..."
"Five days," Brad breathed. He carefully, slowly unlaced
his brother's sneakers and helped him step out of them.
"Too long..."
"Yeah." Brad undid Randy's button fly, one button at a
time. Slowly. The jeans sagged to the boy's knees after the third
one was unclasped, and Randy, as though on auto-pilot, kicked his
legs out of them and stood before his brother in only his socks and
BVD's. Brad could see Randy was already semi-hard in his briefs,
his cock curling upward and outward away from his body; his nuts
formed a bulge lower down between his legs. Brad's hands had
moved down from his brother's pecs and nipples, down to his
navel, down beneath the elastic of his underwear. Randy caught his
breath noticeably when Brad first brushed the tips of his fingers
through the fringes of his pubic hair.
"Oh..." Randy wheezed. "Oh, Brad..."
Brad shushed his younger brother in a soothing tone.
Without speaking, he moved his fingers back up from within
Randy's shorts and instead began pulling them down his legs.
Randy gasped again, spreading his legs to make Brad's job easier,
and Brad dropped Randy's briefs to the floor, helping the boy out
of his socks as quickly as possible at the same time. The simple
motion of Randy's leg and foot kicking the underpants away got Brad
incredibly excited...he didn't know why. His cock throbbed
in the confines of his own briefs.
Now completely naked, Randy stood staring down at his
brother with heavy-lidded eyes. Brad stared unabashedly at
Randy's half-erection, his small patch of pubic hair. We look a
lot alike, Brad suddenly thought.
"Brad," Randy was whispering, and his hands now came to
his brother's shoulders, pulling eagerly--almost savagely--at the
jersey the boy was still wearing. "Suck me...I want you to suck
me..."
"Yeah, Randy," Brad said back, letting Randy pull off his
jersey. The younger boy's hands became frantic on his chest once
it was bared--his breathing was audible, wheezing little gasps.
Randy's hands plunged through Brad's hair and now the older boy
suddenly found himself with his mouth planted on Randy's chest,
the younger boy moaning and pulling Brad closer to him, as Brad
kissed and licked around the boy's nipples, his chest, his navel.
One of his hands went to Randy's cock, at first just gripping it
lightly at the root...then moving. Slowly. When Brad's fist
reached the tip of Randy's cock, the younger boy moaned and
pulled Brad's head more tightly against his chest. When Brad
double-timed his motions, his fist flogging Randy's now three-
fourths hard cock, Randy's hips began moving in perfect sync.
"Oh, God," Randy said now, teeth clenched and head
tipped back on his neck. Brad felt him hardening in his grasp with
every stroke. When his hand became sticky with Randy's first
drops, he slowed his fist, lightened his grip. The younger boy
moaned.
"Suck me, Brad," he said huskily, his tone determined and
leaving no room for argument. "Suck me...make me cum..."
"Mmm, yeah..." Brad answered quietly. He got off the bed
and onto his knees in front of his brother even before Randy knew
it was happening...and then suddenly it *was* happening, Brad had
three-quarters of Randy's five-inch cock down his throat, and
Randy was thrusting his hips and squeezing his ass for all he was
worth, trying to get Brad's lips and tongue deeper down on his
cock, moaning his brother's name...but Brad worked him steadily,
refusing to let him finish too soon. The older boy wrapped both
hands around Randy's smooth hairless ass, fingers digging in
between the cheeks, holding him steady, as Brad slowly sucked and
pulled his mouth up the length of his brother's cock with enough
force to make Randy go completely nuts, whimpering and trying
desperately to thrust his hips but held back by Brad's firm hands.
Brad reached the tip and tickled the slit teasingly with his tongue,
tasting the few drops there and making Randy whisper savagely.
"Suck me, Brad...oh *God* please suck me..."
"Yeah..." Randy's dick twitched and jumped every time
Brad touched it with his tongue. He dove down unexpectedly,
grabbing on tight to Randy's ass once again as he licked and
sucked, staying in a moderate rhythm, up and back along the top
two inches or so of Randy's erection, making sure to linger at the
tip. Faster and faster Brad moved, and the louder and heavier grew
Randy's breathing. Finally, when he knew Randy was at the
plateau, near the verge, Brad dug his right forefinger up between
the younger boy's buttocks, slipping neatly into his tight asshole,
pausing with his mouth as he moved in, up to the first
knuckle...and Randy moaned and called to Brad once again.
"God," he whispered, "I'm gonna...gonna..."
"Mmm," Brad whispered, continuing to move his mouth
slowly around the top half of Randy's erection, tasting more and
more drops at the tip now, letting his lips and tongue linger on the
salty flesh instead of moving as frantically...and finally when he
felt he'd kept Randy lingering there long enough, he suddenly
began diving and bobbing frantically with his head, bringing his
mouth up and back, up and back against Randy's cock until the boy
let out a long series of moans, his knees finally buckling at the end,
Brad supporting him with his hands at his ass. Randy finally
hollered as his climax hit him, Brad feeling the boy's asshole
repeatedly constrict and loosen as Brad swallowed every drop of the
boy's solid six or seven streams of cum, not even leaving after the
last drop, making sure to wait until the younger boy was absolutely
spent and his cock shrunk back to half-erect...and then Brad sighed
contentedly and lifted his mouth from Randy's cock, letting his
tongue make a leisurely slow circle around his lips to make sure he
hadn't missed any remaining drops. He hadn't.
Bare-chested, Brad then stood slowly from his kneeling
position and met his brother's eyes. Neither one spoke. It was
Randy who leaned in first, touching Brad at the shoulders, and then
they kissed briefly...then long and deep, Randy gasping as his
tongue touched Brad's, eyes closing as he tasted the residue of
saltiness from his cum still lingering in Brad's mouth.
"Oh, God, Brad...that was the best," Randy gushed when
they broke. "The best. You always were the best at making me
cum..."
"Yeah," Brad panted back, leaning in to kiss Randy again,
his breathing suddenly accelerating and his heart pounding with the
thrill of realizing how *horny* he was, how much he wanted it. He
met the younger boy's lips again, Randy groaning as their tongues
touched, Brad feeling the boy's hands slipping jerkily across his
bare, sweaty back, tracing his shoulder blades, then down the
elastic of his shorts and underpants to stroke Brad's tight ass.
Brad caught his breath and intensified the kiss, pulling Randy's
head toward his own, running his fingers through the boy's wavy
hair, panting as they met in an open-mouth-closed-mouth rhythm
that got Brad's already hard cock throbbing in his briefs.
"Randy," Brad wheezed when the broke, his face and even
his chest totally flushed from the making out. "Suck me..." He
could barely control himself. Randy wore a sexy half-grin, his
hands wandering down Brad's sticky chest, poking his fingers
gingerly into his navel. Brad moaned as the boy's fingers looped
into his shorts and underpants, feeling almost dizzy as he watched
them slide down his firm, sweaty legs, hairless except for some
stubble around the shins. Brad closed his eyes as he felt his
brother work deftly at the laces of his sneakers, feeling them
removed gently, with all the expertise of a shoe salesman. His
socks were gone in a single breath. Then Brad, now barefoot,
stepped out of his shorts, never taking his eyes off Randy who
was meeting his gaze with a lusty, pouty expression of his own.
The younger boy's cock by this time was almost completely back
to soft.
Brad kicked the last of his clothes away and stepped
backward, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back. Randy
joined him in an instant to lay at his side. "God, Randy, suck
me..." Brad barely realized he was speaking.
"Mmm," Randy whispered in approval, brushing his lips all
across his brother's torso, nipples, hips. He paused to flick his
tongue against the very tips of Brad's pale nipples, brushing his
fingertips against the boy's erection as he did so. Brad moaned
and his hips bucked off the bed once, very quickly.
"God...make me cum, Randy...make me cum..."
"I want to taste you," Randy whispered, pausing to lift
his lips from Brad's navel, still fingering the tip of his
brother's five-and-a-half-inch erection. "I'll swallow you whole,
Brad...I want to taste your cum..."
"Yeah...oh, please, Randy..."
"Yeah," Randy whispered, and now his lips moved
downward from Brad's navel, at the same time stroking downward
with the fist already on the older boy's cock, causing Brad to
gasp as Randy slowly jacked him tip to base, tip to base. Randy
felt the cock twitch in his hand with every motion across the
glans. Brad's hips began to pump in gentle rhythm with the
younger boy's hand...and then finally his hips strained upward,
pounding, when Randy gently took just the glans into the circle
of his lips.
"God," Brad moaned plaintively. "Suck my cock, Randy,
yeah...oh fuck..."
Randy didn't answer, only brought his lips and tongue
slowly downward until he'd brought Brad's cock completely into
his mouth, the glans poking all the way down the back of his throat.
He twitched his head ever so slightly up and back, caressing the tip
of the blond boy's cock with the back of his mouth and Brad's
breathing went double time, his hips thrashing around on the bed
and his legs actually convulsing. Randy had to steady him with
soothing hands at his hips as he brought his mouth back up, tickling
every inch of the length of Brad's erection as he returned to only
the glans, then dipped back down, not so far this time. Brad
moaned, said something unintelligible. Randy sucked expertly up
and back, bobbing and dipping with his head along the top third of
Brad's erection, speeding up until he was at two full strokes a
second. Brad was wheezing, panting, his head back in the
pillows...totally gone. Randy groaned without removing his
mouth, shut his eyes a little, and slipped one finger down between
Brad's legs and pressed carefully at his asshole. He got about half
an inch in before Brad really lost it.
"Oh, Jesus...oh Randy...fuck...fuckin suck me, man...oh
it, so was the tip of his cock. Randy was surprised to find himself
getting hard already...Brad's moaning and groaning were turning
him on to no end. He wished he could jack himself off as he
sucked Brad, but he needed both hands. He pulled his lips off the
boy's cock only once, to tongue all around Brad's glans, and then
he dipped slowly down with his whole mouth when he sensed
Brad's frustration was overcoming his excitement. When Randy
dove upward to pull and suck eagerly at the tip once again, he could
taste Brad's pre-cum for the first time.
"Uh...uh, Randy...oh my God..." Brad's eyes were wide
in almost comical disbelief. He could feel the gentle twitchings and
pullings of Randy's tongue on his cock...the occasional brush of his
inner cheeks when Randy used suction. The boy's finger up in his
asshole slowly began to slide in an out, fucking him in the ass faster
and faster as his orgasm approached. Brad knew Randy knew all
his signs just as he knew Randy's. Faster and faster Randy's mouth
worked, and Brad pushed his hips upward with all the force he
could muster as he started feeling his cum building, the finger in his
asshole sending an indescribable bolt of pleasure up between his
legs with every savage in-thrust. He held back as long as possible,
suddenly falling as still as he could to try and let it build instead of
having it all at once...but when Randy's lips ever so gently tongue-
kissed his glans, the tip of his tongue collecting all the dribbles that
had formed there, Brad went over completely. He gasped, moaned,
gnashed his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as his ass went taut
and his hips thrust upward harder than he ever had in his
life...until finally he had a deep, rich climax that was five days in
the making, shooting seven or eight times and grunting and
thrusting each time, feeling Randy expertly kissing and tonguing
right at the tip to help increase the pressure, poking his finger hard
and fast in and out of Brad's ass in rhythm with his
spurts...swallowing every drop.
And at the end Brad collapsed. Relaxed. He was almost
half-asleep by the time the last few drops came.
"Man," Randy whispered, after he'd withdrawn his mouth
and moved up the bed to lay side-by-side next to his brother. "You
sure got into that."
"Like I said, it's been awhile," Brad said sleepily. He felt
remarkably calm and peaceful. He slung an arm around his
brother's shoulders and then they kissed briefly. "Nobody's ever
made me cum like that."
"Not even on your own?" Randy said, feeling his chest
swell with pride.
"Nuh-uh." Brad shook his head. "God, I think I pulled
something." Both boys laughed.
"Well," Randy said, after a long pause. "I'm gonna take a
shower." He got up from the bed and got a towel from the closet,
which he wrapped around his waist. "You got homework?"
"Yeah," Brad said dejectedly. Randy just laughed and left
the room. About a minute later Brad heard the bathroom door close
and water running. Sighing, he got up, put his soccer jersey back
on, and retrieved his Algebra book.
CONTINUED IN PART 2...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex. But it isn’t
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex! You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it.
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