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Josh (1/2)
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JOSH
My name is Josh. I live in a small town in west Georgia. I just
turned seventeen years old and as much as I'd like to drive, I just
basically ride a bicycle because I can't really afford a car. It's
not really so bad because this town is so small that it doesn't take
long to get from one side of it to the other.
I have a younger brother, Justin, he's just ten years old, but he's
pretty cool and he gets into a lot of the things that I do. We do a
lot of neat things together and a lot of times we'll go off on our
bicycles and explore places. Once in a while, he'll even double up
with me on mine.
That's all of my family that I have except for mom and dad, I don't
have any other brothers or sisters. Actually, I'm glad that I don't,
and I'm really, really glad that Justin was a boy. Come to think of
it, I'm really glad I'm a boy, too. Justin is so cool - a lot of
times when I am down and depressed, he'll even strip off for me and
show me his body. He'll flap his balls around and it'll cheer me up
in a hurry, when nothing else will. Yeah, he knows what I like
alright.
Sometimes he comes in here and uses my computer too. We play some
games too, but this may sound funny - when I get tired of playing
games, he usually does too! I couldn't believe it from what I hear
about some people.. having fights with their brothers and all.. but
we never really fight.
He looks at my body, too. Mom and dad really don't care about what we
do, but we never really tell them, either. We sleep in the same bed
and share the same bedroom. Not long ago, our parents even bought us
a queen size heated waterbed. Before that, all we had was a little
double bed, but even then we had fun. It really has been fun
growing up with my little brother.
In fact, he's looking over my shoulder right now and I told him he
could pull up a chair and watch and he'll get a turn.. he's in his
underwear and I told him to close the door and we'd both get naked.
Okay, little bro? Yeah, he looks at my body, too.. he likes to feel
of my hair and all.. and I keep telling him that it won't be long
until he gets all that hair too. He loves to eat my cum. He keeps
telling me that he can't wait to be able to shoot long and hard..
like I do.
I'm about 5' 9" tall and I guess my skin is kinda dark.. my hair is
really black I guess, and my eyes are brown.. some kids have told me
I kinda look Mexican-- but it's not in my blood, so I guess its just
all the sun I've been getting. I don't have any hair on my chest,
and well, I kinda.. shave my legs. Actually I let Justin do it. Did
I say that?
It's kinda neat.. it looks like I turn Justin on as much as his young
boy body turns me on.. hell. I can remember when I was his age, too
kinda vaguely. Well, see, we have a pool in our huge backyard too..
my parents own about 34 acres of nothing but woods. I don't know
why, I guess because there isn't another house around for miles.
There really isn't, but maybe that's just as well for me and Justin.
We do a lot of things back there.. and I promise I'll tell you all
about it. Maybe he's too young to know he's gay, but he certainly
lets me call him that. I'll call him a little queer sometimes, and
all he does is laugh.. I love it. Most brothers would hate that.
When I was his age, I would have loved it.
This is Justin.. I just wanted to say that my brother is really cool
as shit. Yeah? Betcha never heard a ten year old like me cuss
before, have ya? Well.. I do and I kinda like it.. heh.
It's funny.. I let Josh change my clothes a lot. I mean, sure, I'm
able to do it myself, but he makes it fun. He strips me off.. like I
am now and looks at me. I like to let him look at me. He's really a
neat brother. Sometimes he sticks his.. can I say this here? Okay..
sometimes he sticks his dick up my butthole. I really like the way
it feels. At first I didn't, but when we got out away from the house
and everything it was really cool. He does things to me that I can't
even do to myself. Gosh Josh, my dick is hard!
That little weiner. He is so cool. He has to stop and play with
himself now while I type. I have sucked him off so many times now..
I think I suck him every time he gets off, almost.. heh.. no
offense, Justin, but if you wanna know.. he's got about a three and
a half-incher. It looks really cool and bigger when it gets hard..
doesn't it? My man-pecker is about seven and a half inches.. lil'
dude, yours may be this big one day.. heh!
Yeah.. Josh calls me a little queer a lot. I know queer is supposed
to mean gay, I mean, a dude that plays with other guys all the time,
but I don't mind him calling me that. I like to play with Josh's
dick 'cuz it makes me get hard too.. I guess he's right, my dick's
kinda wimpy, but I ain't grown yet.. heh. My little body still has
a ways to go. You know what I think I like best though? When Josh,
well.. puts his dick up there, and he shoots off.. yeah.. I like
that feel of that cum going in there. I can't wait until I can do
that to him.
Justin can't really type that fast, and I had to go back and correct
a lot of his typos cos I wanted you to see what he said. He's good
at lots of things, but he doesn't know where the keys are yet. One
thing's for sure, he knows where my dick is! Heh.. last weekend we
left after school on a long bike ride. We were gone from Friday
afternoon until Sunday, just about all weekend. We found some really
neat places and we saw some guys back in some woods having an orgy.
Justin was a little afraid to join in so we didn't, we just had our
own little orgy. Between us, we carried a small tent and some
camping gear. We slept naked at night and since school is almost
over, the weather is getting hotter at night. I guess we are too. He
gets as horny as I do, and a little more often!
It's cool.. I'll be doing homework or something at night, and he
comes in wearing shorts, and has his hand sometimes down his shorts,
smiling at me and sometimes he feels of it through the front- and
you can tell he gets hard. My signal to him is that I lay down my
pencil right in the spine of my book, not on the desk or anywhere
but right in the spine of the book. He walks on over to me, and
drops his shorts and his drawers in front of me. Usually he pulls
his underwear down REAL SLOW and I can see his cock appearing all
hard and everything when he does, and it's right in my face. He
smiles and puts his hands on his hips. Sometimes he'll stick a
finger up his ass. He flaps it around a little, too. Then he bends
back and makes sure his cock is right in my face. I suck it off. As
soon as it shudders about five times, he goes, "Ooo. That was rad,"
and wants me to do the whole thing all over again. One thing about
him is that he is never satisfied. But then, some customers can
never be pleased!
He kisses me a lot, too just like he kisses mom. I dunno.. he started
it and I guess I kinda like it. He's even kissed my buttcheek
before. So then I gave in and started kissing him. I think Justin
is the first kid I've ever kissed.. but I know why he does it.
Because we love each other that much. A lot of brothers just love
each other as brothers. You might say Justin and I go beyond that.
People think sometimes that because of where I live and everything
that I'm sort of a redneck. I don't like that. I don't chew tobacco
and I don't even smoke. I guess I don't really look all that gay,
either.. whatever that's supposed to mean. But I know that since I
was about Justin's age, I was really excited when I might
accidentally see parts of another boy that I "wasn't supposed to."
One time when I was thirteen I got a little brave and watched
another guy pee in the school restroom. I think it was Barry
Hansell.. yeah. He had a nice dick, I guess, and he knew I was
watching him pee cos I peed and then I zipped up and just stayed
there instead of walking on. But then, there wasn't anyone else
around anyway. Barry got wise to me standing there and smiled. He
was about half through peeing, I guess, and he started having
trouble getting the rest of it out and he started giggling quietly.
I smiled then, I remember.
He gradually got started doing it again, leaned back and took a deep
breath as the eye of that thing really opened up and a real large
strong stream was coming out. I could tell then that he was holding
his breath and FORCING it out. He kinda geeked me out a little then.
Guess it wasn't surprising, cos he was always a pretty nasty kid..
never took bathes or anything. He took his hand when he was at the
peak of pissing, and put it in front of his stream. Then he took the
other and rubbed them together in it, as though he were washing his
hands. Perhaps he was.
I just stood there, hands on my hips, and I was really getting hard.
He reached in next and drug out his balls, right out of the fly of
his jeans. He might just as well have had on nothing, eh?
Then he started taking pee.. God he must have been storin' that shit
up all day or something, because he was really pouring it out, but
he took some in his hands and began smearing some on his nuts. I was
a little appalled because this was the first time I had seen anyone
do anything with pee other than piss it into a toilet, or maybe in
the woods somewheres. But then I was even more appalled - he asked
me if I wanted him to pee on me.
Well, what the hell, I guess I decided. I was a dirty kid too, but
just dirty-minded. I guess two could play at this nasty game. School
had just let out for the day, and some kid might just happen along,
but what the hell. As soon as I offered, "yes," however, he cut his
pee off in mid-stream. Maybe he had offered too late.
"Come with me," he said as he led me into a stall. "Can.. can I see
yours?" he asked intently.
I went all-out and dropped my shorts and my underwear. He dropped his
clothing, too. Now I could see those balls in the light, gleaming
with the wetness of the pee he had rubbed there. He had a hell of a
ballsack to be thirteen. I began to wonder if he could put out.
"Kick your clothes to the side, like this," he said, kicking them
away and removing his shirt. I followed his lead. He was chubby,
but then that was okay. Chubby kids kinda turned me on, a little
anyway. To see a kid walk and all that stuff shift around... heh..
it was kinda cute sometimes.
He took his thumb and forefinger, squeezing the end of his half-hard
dick, and began to spray me down. Some even got in my face. I didn't
seem to mind; he saw me lick my lips even to try to taste it and
when he did he directed some more in that general direction. It
wasn't that bad, actually, and it seemed to make my hardon even
harder. I even turned around and got some on my back.. it streamed
down my back and got into my asscrack.. I was so close to cumming
just from thinking that he was actually doing this to me. After a
couple of minutes, he was drained. I looked at Barry, he smiled at
me, sorta wet too because he had sprayed himself some too, on
purpose. Only his hair was wet, too. He had taken an all-over
shower. "How was it?" he asked.
Now there was pee all over the floor. Most of it had run into a
nearby floor drain. "How.. in the hell did you piss so much?" I
couldn't help asking.
"Simple," he replied, "I drink water all the time." He reached over
and felt of my dripping balls. "You don't.. mind me feeling you?" he
asked when I showed no resistance.
"No, no I don't.. not at all."
"Well, you can feel me too.."
I did. His balls felt neat. I asked. "Can - you shoot sperm, Barry?"
"Yeah, yeah I can.."
"How far can you shoot it? Across the room?"
"Just about.. heh.. I've laid in my bed before and shot my door..
heh.. and my window too.. I like to eat it, too."
"Eat it? Is it that good?"
"It's REAL good.. and sweet!"
This was exciting me like mad. "Can I taste some of yours?" I asked.
"Sure but.. not here. You wanna come over to my house?"
"Yeah!" my eyes lit up like neon signs. I felt a chill run through my
body not unlike that of when I'd wake up on Christmas morning when I
was younger and see that Santa Claus had brought me everything that
I had wished for. By the way, Justin is reading this too as I write
it and this is the first time he has ever heard this story. Would
you believe.. the kid has gotten off twice since I started? Now he's
wanting me to give him a pee shower for some reason.. I never have
done that to him before, but after reading this he said he wanted to
try it and see how he liked it.. I guess I probably will, we have
done a lot of other stuff.. so.. anyway back to my story.
Instead of riding home, going North down Tolliver Street, Barry lived
the other way, South. I rode my bike and he rode with me. At first I
was afraid to let him do that, not because he was big, well, I guess
so, but mostly because I thought the smell of him would knock me
out. I was surprised.. he just smelled like pee! Maybe that was
what he smelled like all the time, just pee! It didn't smell that
BAD!
Anyway, so he rode with me, on the back of my seat. We got on some
back roads and.. well, his dick was getting harder. His dick was
bigger than mine too, and fatter, I guess you'd say. He had a chubby
body, and a chubby dick to match it. Somehow I could feel it
pressing against me, against my butt as we rode. I began to think,
as I slowly pedaled along and he had his arms wrapped around my
stomach as we rode along.. and he started feeling my chest. I didn't
mind that for some reason, in fact it had felt kinda good to me. He
was running his hands across my tits and all. No one had ever done
that before. Between that, and my sudden thoughts of what it would
be like for him to somehow put his dick into my butthole, I nearly
wrecked my bike a couple of times. No one had ever fucked me before,
it was just that well, I was smart enough to know I had a hole back
there, and I had put my fingers in it a few times. What would be so
different about another boy's dick? Nothing!
I stopped on a street corner, I still had a mile and a half to go.
Barry usually rode the bus, but since his parents weren't home it
really didn't matter. When I stopped on the corner, I took off my
shirt and put it in my back pocket. Well, Barry saw me do this and
he did too. I am convinced that Barry was gay too, and loved it.
I glanced back, and he had his dick out of his jeans, hard as a
brick! Oh shit! What if we got stopped?!
"It got cramped in there," he told me. "It had to have air."
Oh well.. at least we were off the main drags now and not far from
his house. I got so I couldn't stand it and I wanted to try it..
suddenly I thought where better than a bicycle seat, and it would
only make us closer, besides. I pulled way off the road, stopped and
eased just the back of my shorts and my underwear down. They were
really yellow because Barry's piss had dried there now and I was a
little sticky. "What are you doing?" he asked.
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