Brothers' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 6

“Good evening, I am Dracula. I want to suck your…”

July 8, 1953:

As usual, thanks to E for his suggestions, and also thanks to B, a reader who sent some very practical suggestions.

When the boys came down for breakfast, Grandma Rose said, “Now I know you two want to get up to the swimmin’ or fishin’ hole, but after we eat, I have a chore for the two of you.”

“What’s that Grandma?” asked Joe.

“You know that little house down the path from our house? It was originally a house for a hired hand, but your Grandpa fixed it, put in electricity and running water, with a toilet and shower. He was going to try to rent it out, but he died before he could do much about it.”

“Well I think I may want to rent it out or something, so I’d like you two lazy scamps to go over and scrub the kitchen floor and the bathroom. If you work together, it should take about an hour, and I’ll have a nice picnic lunch ready for you to take with you. Go on, now, don’t just stand there. Git!”

Knowing it would be useless to argue with their grandmother, the two teens gathered up buckets, scrub brushes, and soap powder, and headed down the path.

“You ever been in this house before, Joe,” asked Pete.

“Nope,” was the reply.

When the boys got to the house, they opened the door, and saw a living room with a couch, a table and two chairs. Behind the living room was a kitchen, with a sink, stove, and a refrigerator. Beside the living room there was a bedroom with a double bed, a chest of drawers, and a closet. Behind the bedroom was a bathroom, with toilet, sink, and shower.

“This wouldn’t be so bad, if  it were cleaned up. Come on Pete, let’s get to work. I hope Grandma can rent it out. I think she could use a little extra cash, although she never says anything.”

Joe and Pete got to work, and in an hour the bathroom and kitchen sparkled. Going back to the house, they found that Grandma had indeed packed a delicious lunch. There were sandwiches, sodas, potato chips, and peaches.

When Joe and Pete got to the pool, they looked at each other. “Wanna take a dip?” said Joe.

“Sure,” Pete said. “I’ve had an idea. Let’s undress each other.”

Slowly they unbuttoned each other’s shirts. They kicked off their shoes. Joe put his hands on Pete’s shorts and lowered them to the ground. Pete did the same for Joe.

When the boys were standing only wearing their briefs, Pete knelt down and used his mouth to grasp the waist band of Joe’s shorts and pulled them down so that Joe’s cut cock was erect and staring at Pete with its single eye, that appeared to be watery. Then Joe did the same with Pete’s briefs. The two boys stood gazing at each other, lost in the wonder of each other’s body, each with its raging hard-on, but also reveling in the depth of their feelings for each other.

“I think we should take our swim, and then eat,” said Joe.

“Good idea, cuz,” said Pete.

The two guys went into the water, and lay on their backs floating. The water caused their balls to scrunch up next to their bodies, and their pricks became flaccid, but the sun, the water, the quiet, and the warm air was just wonderful.

When they came out of the water, they lay on the blanket, sill naked, and ate the lunch that Grandma Rose had packed for them.

Then Pete said “All that work this morning, and now the warm sun, is making me sleepy. I think I’ll just close my eyes for now.” He lay back, closed his eyes, and soon was asleep.

Joe also thought he would catch some shut-eye, but after about 15 minutes, he opened his eyes, and stood over his cousin who was still sleeping. Both boys were naked, and Joe’s cut penis, with its bush of dark hair, was fully aroused.

“God, he’s beautiful,” thought Joe to himself. “I want him. I want to grind my prick into his balls, I want to feel him shoot his cum in my mouth, I want….., I want to…… But, no, I promised him I would never do anything to him he didn’t want, and I would never, never hurt him. Maybe I should just lie next to him on the blanket and just beat off. Oh, God, what am I gonna do?”

Just then Pete opened his eyes.

“Hi, Joe, watcha doing?” asked Pete, knowing full well that Joe had a hard on, and was aching to do something about it.

“Oh, I dunno, Pete, just admiring the beauties of nature, I guess.”

“Well, Joe, sit down, I wanna talk to you about something,” said Pete, with a half smile and half smirk on his face.

“What’s that, cousin?”

“Remember how you said you would never hurt me, and if we ever tried anything new, you would let me do it first, just to show that I could trust you?”

“Yeah, I remember. So what’s on your mind?”

“Joe, there’s something I would like to try and I would like you to try, but I’m willing to do it first, if you want.”

“And what’s that, little cuz?”

“Joe, I want to kiss your cock, and I want to take it in my mouth—just to see what it’s like. Can I, please. I promise I won’t use my teeth.”

“Huh! That’s some project. You’ll be gentle? And you’ll let me do it to you later?” asked Joe, pretending to hesitate.

“I promise, Joe,” said Pete. “Just lie on your back and spread your legs.”

Joe did  so, and felt Pete’s lips gently kiss the inside of his upper left thigh, and then switch to the right thigh.

“Um, good job, Pete. Keep it up.”

Pete then moved up the legs, alternating from side to side, and gently kissing the thighs, which had a fine covering of hair.

When he reached Joe’s ball sack, he stuck out his tongue, and licked the testicles, gently, always gently.

Joe was shivering with delight. This was wilder than anything he had ever dreamed of, and his cousin, whom he was beginning to care for deeply, was giving him all this pleasure.

Pete swirled his tongue around Joe’s cockhead and sucked off the drops of precum that were starting to appear. Pete’s tongue danced over Joe’s glans and the ridge between the meatus and the shaft. Then he opened his mouth wider and engulfed all of Joe’s penis in his mouth.

Joe lay there moaning in pleasure, thinking that any moment he would feel the semen start to flow from his balls up to his piss slit.

Then Joe had a sudden idea. He used his hands to gently raise Pete’s head from off his shaft.

“What’s wrong, Joe? Aren’t I doing it right?” asked Pete.

“Pete you’re great, but I thought I want this to be something we both experience. So take a breather, and I am going to use my tongue on you.”

Joe leaned over and began to suck on Pete’s left nip, and then his right. Back and forth, sucking, licking his way across Pete’s chest.  Back and forth and then slowly taking his tongue down Pete’s abdomen to Pete’s navel, and then, moving a little faster, down to the base of Pete’s shaft.

By now, Pete was also moaning. “Oh, oh, Joe. You are doing such a great job. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I think I’m gonna shoot any second now.”

Joe did stop, and said to Pete. I think we should suck each other’s cocks at the same time. When you come, I want your juice in me, but when I’m ready to explode, I will tell you, and you can pull your mouth away, and I’ll shoot in the air, or in your hand, or on your face, whatever you say.”

“Pete, if you are going to take my semen in your mouth, I want yours in mine.”

So, the two guys continued doing 69 and then Pete shot his creamy ropes of semen into Joe’s mouth. Pete had never had such an orgasm. He felt wonderful.

Then it was Joe’s turn. Four times he shot into Pete’s mouth. Four times he felt like his semen was coming all the way from his toes. Four times he almost screamed in ecstasy.

When the two teens had had one of the most incredible orgasms of their young lives, Joe turned around so that he was facing Pete.

“Pete, you’re incredible. While you were sleeping I was imagining what it would be like to take you into my mouth. Now, my imaginings have come true.”

“Joe, I’ve thought about this too. It seems like we’re on the same wave length.”

The two boys lay in each other’s arms, their legs intertwined, their bodies touching, each of their peters grinding into the other’s crotch.

Finally, it was time for the last dip of the day. The water felt cool and invigorating. Their bodies cleansed, their minds at peace, the two teens dried off in the sun, got dressed, and then walked home.

On the way home, Joe said, “Pete, tomorrow’s our last full day together, and I want it to be something special. Don’t be surprised if I ask Grandma a question, and I think it’s be a good idea not to eat too much breakfast. You’ll understand tomorrow.”

“OK, Joe, whatever you say. I’m not looking forward to going home. This has been such a great week, I wish it could go on forever.”

To be continued. 

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Posted: 05/18/07