LEGALEASE:
I'm sure you people already realize this, but if you're not 18 (21 where applicable), please leave immediately and do not proceed reading this story. Blah, blah, blah... Now that that is out of the way...
NOTE:
Thanks for all the great responses to the first chapter! Hope this one is as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write. Please respond with any contructive commentary or thoughts on future chapters. I've already got several in the works, but new ideas are like a god-send for a writer... Anyway, peace and love! Enjoy!
-Skyler
Chapter Two: Brock & Brett
I'd been hanging around the house for the day. Due to the inclement weather they had closed the schools, thankfully. An Indiana winter is strange: It generally arrives late, hits hard and then leaves quickly. My parents still had to work, so it was just me and my little brothers at home for the day. I slept late and spent the rest of my time up in my bedroom, listening to music and reading.
I suppose I should introduce myself before I go any further. My name is Brock Mikels. I'm 18, 5'6", 140 lbs with a slender, slightly muscular build. I have light brown hair and bright blue eyes. In addition to all that, I'm gay. Just so you know, I have a boyfriend. His name is Blake and he's the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen. I love him with all my heart. He is my inspiration and motivation in all things. We've been together for almost a month now and its been the most wonderful time in my life so far. However, more on him later, I'll save those details for another story.
As I lay in bed, zoning to the music, I began thinking of him, as I often do and just like always, I got, well, rather excited. Since I was clad only in a pair of gym shorts, it didn't take me long to relieve the building pressure. Lowering the shorts, my little friend quickly rose to the occasion, all 6.5" of his throbbing glory. Taking it in two fingers, I slowly stroked myself. With my left hand, I began massaging my small, brown nipples, then I felt down my smooth, hairless chest. I licked the tips of my fingers and rubbed them all over my bright pink head, mixing my saliva with the pre-cum that began oozing from the tip. I closed my eyes as thoughts of my lover consumed me. I shifted my palm down to cup my tight balls, tracing through their soft, fine layer of pubes. I felt my body tense as I clasped my member with my full nad and pumped faster, quickly heading further over the edge with each furious stroke. As I exploded, shooting four huge loads of thick, white cream onto my chest and hand, I heard something one doesn't usually expect to hear when they're alone.
"Wow..." A wonder-filled, amazed voice gasped. My eyes shot open and I looked around, covering myself instinctively with my pillow. There, standing before me, wide-eyed and intrigued was my 13-year-old brother!
"Brett!" I screamed, "Don't you know to knock when my door is closed?!?" I was so embarrassed! As he responded, his expression quickly changed from one of intrigue to one of complete fear.
"You... door was open... I just wanted to see what you were... doing... I didn't know..." Though he was definitely scared now, I could plainly see the interest in my activity was apparent nonetheless. He, too, was wearing only shorts and the small tent there somehow managed to catch my attention in more ways than one.
Brett was beautiful. At 13, he'd just started puberty. His voice was lower, but still frequently cracked when he talked, especially when he was nervous. He was 5'8", which absolutely killed me. I'd inherited my short stature from my mother and so it bugged me that he was five years my junior and taller than me already. His build was strikingly similar to my own, thin with nicely ripening muscles. He was a soccer player, as I had been, and the athletics were defining his body well. His light blond hair was sharp contrast to his naturally tan complexion. He had almond eyes, that shone brine with youthful exuberance. I'd never noticed before how good looking he was, as adolescence was taking hold. I couldn't take my eyes off that tent, either and my little friend was growing interested, too. So, I decided to have a little fun.
"Brett, have you ever masturbated before?" He looked confused, so I knew the answer instantly.
"What's that, Brock?"
"Its what you do when your penis gets like that." I quickly brushed a finger across his concealed package, my reward a sharp gasp and a shudder.
"How do you do that? Is that what you were doing?" I'll definitely admit the boy was curious.
"Yeah," I said coolly, "tell you what. Take off your pants and come sit next to me. I'll show you how to do it." I patted a spot next to me on the bed and tossed the pillow aside, revealing my erection to him.
"You're so big! I don't get that huge when I'm this way." He shyly stated, voice cracking.
"That doesn't matter. Besides, you'll grow in time. I have a few years on you."
"That's true..." He turned away and pulled his shorts off, stepping out of them and slowly turned back toward me. His small bubble butt was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body. His bottom was a pale white, much lighter than the rest of his skin. He smiled sheepishly as I regained a frontal view. Brett's small cock angled sharply out from his body, a very sparse spot of blond hairs starting to grow above it, perfectly centered. His pale shaft was about 4" long, connecting his dark pink head to his small, hairless balls, which hung tightly to his body. He came over and sat next to me, eyes frequently gazing on my dick. I wrapped my hand around it loosely, so he could see what I was doing and began slowly pulling myself up and down. He quickly copied my movements and soon we were moving in unison. Brett's breathing began to increase and he moaned softly as we picked up the pace.
"Man, this feels great!" He exclaimed as his grip tightened and his actions became more fierce.
"Try this." I said, reaching with my free hand, teasing my balls. He, of course, did exactly the same after watching me for a moment. In an instant, his body tensed and he yelped as a quick spurt of thin cum erupted from his muscle. He shot once more, the thin white liquid hitting his belly, but most of it running down his working hand. Brett slowly eased off as his developing boyhood softened in his grasp. He was panting heavily, small beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was spent.
Watching his enjoyment was quickly becoming to much for me as well. I felt my juices racing skyward and sighed loudly as I unloaded four fast, large loads onto my stomach and hand. We lay back on my bed, both completely exhausted. Savoring the smell of our sweat and jism, listening silently to the music in the background and the sounds of our breathing. He looked happily into my eyes.
"Thanks, bro, that was awesome!" He said. "I can't wait to learn more!" Brett smiled contentedly at me as I closed my eyes. "Neither could I," I thought to myself. Neither could I....