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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Boys will be boys" ------------------- 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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6