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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks.
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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky.
Enjoy!
Jon
A short appology. Due to workload, the posting of this story will become a bit protracted. I will try to keep the delays to a minimum --- and will probably post other material that I've already finished in-between parts of this story. Please accept my regrets at having to slow down the delivery of this story.
Jon
Stage 2
My new schedule included a study period and then the gym class to end the day. That way there were two "free" periods to make traveling to "away" events easier to deal with. I didn't really need the study hall, and once the teacher monitoring the class realized that we weren't goofing around (or not exclusively at any rate) I ended up helping any of the jocks that need help with their math or science classes. I was pretty matter-of-fact about the whole thing, not boasting or showing off or anything like that, and most of the guys welcomed whatever help they could get. To make it even better, I seemed to have a knack for teaching. I enjoyed the teaching, my new friends liked my low-key approach and the improved grades they got. The coaches liked the idea that their jocks were not flunking math and science classes and I was becoming popular with the jocks. Not bad for a brain.
The gym class itself was sort of odd though. Billy quickly proved that I had neither the strength nor the agility to be a gymnast, and all the other sports; basketball (too short), football (too light), baseball (too small)... well, you get the idea. I just wasn't jock material. A guy named Zack fixed that though.
Zack had left to go back East to help bury his grandma the same day I showed up at the new school and didn't get back for a week-and-a-half. I was trying to be inconspicuous, just hanging out with Billy at his locker when this mountain of muscle, wearing nothing but a white towel over his shoulder and a dick about the size of my leg, came up behind Billy. Reaching over Billy, his big mitt got hold of me by the back of my jacket and lifted me up to (his) eye level. "What's this?" he asked, peering at me like I was some sort of strange insect.
"Coach says he's my little brother... so I guess that makes him your baby brother, big brother."
"Oh gag! You better not be fucking with me, Worm!"
"Swear to God, cross my heart and swear to die. Coach sez so!" Billy said, crossing his heart and trying to look serious."
"God! What's the world coming too?" the monster said, looking at me again. He looked thoughtful for a few seconds and then shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well. Two little brothers ain't no worse than one." Little did he know! He set me down on my feet and said, "Strip! It's time to take a shower.
I didn't want to expose my body to these older boys. I mean, like, they had body hair and big dicks and lots of muscle and balls that hung down... and I didn't. Zack wasn't necessarily impressed with my reluctance to get naked. He just picked me up and shucked my gym clothes off me like I was an ear of corn. Once my baby-smooth butt was showing Zack tucked me under his arm just like he would a schoolbook. Billy was already starting to back up when Zack reached for him. He tried to run, but Zack had no trouble snagging him, jerking the jockstrap off of him, or tucking my now-naked older brother under his other arm.
One of the other monster jocks said, "See you're having baby-brother problems again, Zack."
"Yeah! And now I've got two of them to deal with. One a wise-ass and the other a hairless runt." Zack said as he sat Billy and me down on our feet in the shower-room.
Jeze! Just like life wasn't in the dumps enough, Zack calling me a "hairless runt" in front of everyone else was just too much for me and I started to cry.
Zack noticed me crying before anyone else and moved me over and held me against his broad, hairy chest where no one else could see. "Hey, hey, hey... What's the matter?"
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control myself to say anything sensible. I mostly just slobbered and hiccuped all over myself and Zack. The big stud holding me did manage, finally, to get the idea that being called a "hairless runt" was what had set me off. Just about everyone else in the shower had gathered around to see what was wrong, which did nothing to calm me down or make me feel better until Zack said, "Look, Runt. You ARE hairless. And you ARE a runt. But you're MY hairless runt ^× understand?" He glared around at everyone else and half roared out to be heard over the general babble, "Anyone got a problem with my hairless-runt little brother being here?"
Everyone except Billy started backing up, assuring the extra-gigantic, no-economy-whatsoever sized teen-aged monster holding me that I could damn well be any damn where I wanted to be. Billy was pulling on Zack's arm and kicking him in the ankle with his bare foot, demanding that Zack put me down and quit hurting me.
Zack called out to his friend in the shower across from ours, "Rog! Come get Billy before I have to whack his butt!"
Grinning, Rog, who was just barely smaller than Zack, stepped across the shower and snagged the protesting Billy who fought and kicked all the way back to Rog's shower until Rog slapped his ass, HARD, the 'CRACK!' echoing in the room as he started to wash the still protesting, but no longer kicking boy.
"Look, kid." Zack said to me, "You are, at least around here, a runt. And you are," he said, holding me out to look me over, "most definitely hairless, except for that mop on top of your head that needs mowing. The difference is that now you are MY hairless runt and that's no reason to be crying. So hush up and tell me what you're doing here."
Zack ignored any further sobbing or crying on my part and just started to wash me --- all over. His big hands calmly traveling all over me had a strangely calming influence, except for the rigid boner it gave me. Zack's baby finger was actually bigger than my boner but he never said anything. He just washed me down there and said, "That feels nice." I had to agree with him and just hung onto his arm for dear life while he took his time getting to know me. I saw Billy washing Rog's lower back and butt, and looked at some of the other guys in the showers. Some of them seemed to be partnered up, usually what looked like an older boy and a younger boy, but none of them seemed to be paying attention to me, much to my relief, because Zack was still playing with my little prong and I was panting and shuddering all over because it felt so good.
Zack put me down on the tiled floor and got down on one knee. The hand washing between my legs from the front was soon joined by another hand from the back, caressing the hard, down-covered half-moons that were my butt. When Zack's thick finger pushed down through the crease separating my tender behind, I turned and put my arms around his neck, burying my embarrassment-glowing face against his muscular neck. Moans of pleasure escaped my throat as Zack's finger traced deeply up and down in the tender flesh usually hidden by my buttocks. I was ashamed of my reaction, at the pleasure I was experiencing, at the way my rigid little cock kept trying to stab Zack in the ribs. I tried to hold my hips back so that Zack wouldn't feel my shameful reaction but Zack just used both hands to push me against him so he could rub my butt, part my ass cheeks and touch me all over. When Zack slipped the wide tip of one of his fingers actually inside of my butthole and started to wash me even there, I just couldn't take it. I shuddered and jerked and bit him in the neck as the first and most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through my body.
Zack just held me, gently caressing me, until I quit shaking. Then he rinsed me off and handed me the soap, telling me it was my turn. Still shaking from the orgasm Zack had given me, I tried to wash Zack, but just didn't know what to do. Zack didn't make any big deal of it. Just washed himself and held me in his arms again to rinse both of us off. The towel-boy automatically gave Zack three towels, but didn't even see me until I climbed up the wire cage to where I was above the cabinets.
"What the fuck are you?" laughed the particularly zit-covered and odious towel-boy.
I was trying to figure out a good comeback when Zack leaned on the window shelf, making the whole cage creak, "Peterson, you asshole. Give my baby brother a towel or I'll pop that ugly zit off your neck!"
The towel-boy put another towel on the shelf with a pissed-off look on his face. I took the towel and said, "Thank you, Peterson." I always thanked him for my towel after that, and we got to be friends. It wasn't his fault he had so many zits.
It was fun having Zack and Billy for big brothers. They taught me how a boy was supposed to talk and walk and act. They taught me how to play and how to rough-house. My mother noticed how much happier I was and my house became a hangout for a lot of the gang. Our house was actually much larger than we needed, but my mother loved to entertain, having coworkers over for dinners or week-long family reunions. I had taken over the huge family room years before and had all my electronic games and such in there. When the guys found out that my mother actually liked having them around, our house got to be a regular hang-out. Right after school was time for homework and studying. We all helped each other whenever asked and everybody's grades showed improvement. Mom kept the refrigerator in the family room full of soda's and there was a cabinet that she kept loaded with potato chips and such.
The weekend of my birthday we had a sleepover. After the party really got going, Mom collected everyone's car keys and then I pulled my wagon out onto the porch. Mom and I had stacked three cases of ice-cold beer cans on my wagon and the party REALLY started.
I'm sorta getting ahead of myself though. The first time I had Billy over to my house was really tense for me. Billy sort of invited himself over because he needed help with his homework. Instead of my taking the bus home like usual, Billy put me on the handlebars of his bicycle and pedaled us all the way to my house. I'd never done anything so exciting in my life! Trying to balance there, hanging on for dear life, the wind blowing in my face and the smell and feel of Billy working hard to pump us up hills, me screaming on the top of my lungs to keep us safe as we wizzed down the hills. I was wired with life! Supercharged and ready to explode with excitement as I jumped down off the handlebars in front of my house. I was bouncing around trying to get Billy to ride me around some more when my mother came outside to see what all the excitement was all about.
I introduced Billy as my friend from school that I'd been telling her about and she welcomed Billy to our home. I was really proud of my mom. Always well dressed and gracious, she was the kind of lady who could answer the door in her housecoat or a formal gown with the same panache. Billy said that he fell in love with her about two seconds after meeting her. For her part, Mom always treated Billy just as if he actually were my older brother, and made sure that he knew she appreciated his efforts on my behalf.
Mom had a big banquet to attend that night and wasn't going to be home until late. She asked Billy if he'd like to spend the night. I whooped and jumped around and made a terrible ruckus until Billy said 'OK' and called his Mom to tell her he'd be gone all night. Mom put away the dinner she'd made for me and gave us money to order a pizza. Mom took off and Billy was duly impressed when introduced to all my electronic toys in the Family Room. We both did our homework and I tutored Billy before we had dinner and played some of the games. Billy wasn't dumb and learned the math pretty quickly. I think his teacher just didn't know how to teach, because he learned quickly enough from me, and got 'A's' in his math tests from there on out.
Time for bed showed up and Billy was vastly impressed with my large bedroom and private bath. We stripped down naked in front of each other without a second thought, Billy going on and on about school and homework and all the neat stuff I had. Billy let me use the pot first and then sat down and took a healthy crap while I stood there talking to him. I had a boner from the get-go and was amazed at how Billy treated me just as if he really were my big brother.
We got in the shower together and after adjusting the water, Billy got down on one knee and started washing me. I loved it and went half to sleep feeling Billy's hands all over my body. I woke up with a pleased smile and bent over a little when Billy started working a finger up my butthole. I'd liked it when Zack did it and Billy's smaller finger when right up inside of me with no trouble at all. Billy started moving his finger around and playing with my little dick at the same time. I leaned back against his chest and moaned in pleasure as I let him have his way with me. My balls were too small and undeveloped to make any sperm, but everything Billy was doing felt wonderful. It didn't take long before I was crying out, jerking and twisting in pleasure. Billy really knew how to make me feel the most pleasure. I finally slumped back against Billy's chest, sitting astride his upraised leg.
Keeping his finger up my ass, Billy reached down between his legs and started playing with himself. I watched him for a while and then bent over and put my hand around his boner. Billy let go and his dick was mine to play with as I chose. Billy played with my butthole as I discovered new ways to make his dick feel good. Billy was finger-fucking my ass like crazy when the most amazing thing happened. I had heard about sperm and stuff of course, but that was the first time I ever saw the white stuff shooting out of the end of a boy's dick. It was awesome. And Billy's reaction was even more awesome. The slightest movement of my hand made him moan and grimace and shoot even more stuff. I was really getting into it when Billy grabbed my hand and stopped me, complaining that he was too sensitive and that I was going to ruin his dick forever. I just laughed and gave him a sloppy kiss that he graciously accepted.
Billy got us rinsed off and dried and then led me by the hand to my bed. We laid there for a while trying to go to sleep and Billy finally asked, "Did you like that?"
"Yeah!" I said eagerly.
"Wanna do it again?"
I bounded up onto my hands and knees, bouncing on the bed, "Yeah! Can we?"
Billy laughed, "I didn't mean right now!"
"Why not?" I asked, obviously disappointed. "You don't have to do anything to me. Just let me play with your thing."
Billy laughed again and flipped the covers back, exposing himself. "It ain't my 'thing.' It's my dick. My cock. My prick, shlong, peter, heat-seeking moisture missile! Go ahead and play with it if you want to."
Grinning, I bounced over between his legs and grabbed his quickly stiffening cock. Billy turned on the bedside lamp and I got my first really good look at another boys plaything. There was immediately something totally fascinating about another males sex equipment to me, and always has been ever since. Billy's bone was only about five and a half inches long, but beautifully formed. Like me, Billy was circumcised and everything he had was exposed to my view. His wonderfully slim shaft had the most beautiful rose colored knob at the end of it, clearly separated by a deep groove between the head and shaft. His balls were wonderful. Nice and heavy and the sack loose and smooth feeling. Billy didn't really have a bush, just a trapezoidal patch of short and curlies right above his pecker. The rest of him, groin, thighs, balls, were all smooth and hairless. His dick was about the size of one of Zack's fingers, and when I realized that I started giggling.
Billy wanted to know what I was giggling about and when I wouldn't tell he got me down on my back in the middle of the bed and tickled me until I fessed up. His only response was, "Then you won't have any trouble getting it up that tight little butt of yours, will you!" I thought he was teasing, but...
I finally got Billy back down on his back and sat between his spread legs with my legs over his and our groins right next to each others. Billy's dick was really neat to play with and watching the pleasure on his face made me feel really good. I tried rubbing him like I had done in the shower, but it seemed to hurt him. Grinning, I reached for the lotion my mom used to rub my back and slathered up Billy's whole groin. He just moaned in pleasure as I started rubbing it into his dick and balls and all over his groin.
"Ohhhhh. Ummmm. Oh, Tommy! That's great!"
Grinning, I kept one hand on Billy's dick and started spreading lotion all over his butt with my other hand. When my fingers started playing with his butthole Billy spread his legs further apart and lifted his knees. I was rubbing all over Billy's groin and belly with one hand while the fingers of my other hand were darting in and out of Billy's tight butthole. Billy was moaning and telling me what to do and how to do it the very best way. Finally, Billy put his knees behind his shoulders and then used his hands to pull his butt cheeks as far apart as possible.
"Put your dick in there and fuck me, Little Brother. Then you'll know what it feels like to me when I fuck you!"
I giggled, seeing Billy's butt exposed like that and stood up, moving close to Billy, I squatted down until the rosy-red head of my little stiffie was at the same level as his pink pucker. Pushing down on my prong until it was level, for the first time in my life I rotated my hips forward in a truly sexual motion, bringing on that tendon stretching feeling that made my wee winkie swell even harder. My eyes widened and my mouth hung open, drooling, as the sensitive acorn head of my dick first touched, and then sank into Billy's firm, hot flesh. I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life and my body went immediately into the most powerful, most overwhelming dry orgasm I have ever felt. Hanging onto Billy for dear life, I let out a high-pitched squeal like a dying rabbit and very nearly passed out.
When I could see properly again I became aware that Billy's hands were in my armpits, holding me up and that there was a wicked grin on his face. He squeezed and pulled on my little peg with his butthole and almost laughed as he said, "So? Do you think you like that then?"
I did laugh. From deep down inside. And wiped the sweat out of my eyes. "Yeah! I liked that! And now I'm going to fuck you until you like it too!" I flopped over on my back and lifted my legs. "Come on, Billy. Get busy or I'm telling Zack you're a sissy!"
Well, that got me in trouble! Billy jumped on top of me, rubbed some spit on his dick, and poked me in the ass. I'd never felt that much pain in my life. I cried out in agony and tried to get away from Billy's hunching hips.
Billy stopped almost immediately and was instantly contrite, trying to figure out what happened and why I'd been hurt. Our explorations led to Billy lubricating me really well and working first one, then two and finally a third finger up inside me. I really enjoyed the fingerfucking I got and Billy talked me into trying to take his dick again. This time he was careful and went slowly. His dick slid right into me just like I was home base. It didn't take Billy and I long to discover how much pleasure there was in fucking. What was amazing to us was that I seemed to enjoy getting fucked every bit as much as Billy enjoyed fucking. When Billy came I thought I was going to lose him. He went absolutely wild. Jumping around and cornholeing me all over the bed. I held onto him and rode him for all I was worth. As I lay under the sweaty, panting, quivering boy waiting for him to recover I tried to imagine what it would be like if Zack ever decided he wanted to try playing this new game.
End of part 2