In the heat of the moment, the young boy couldn't resist but ripping off his older brother's shirt and ravaging him. The faint line of black hair running from between his chest dropped all the way down to the pair of boxers that were visible just above the band of jeans.
Greg walked over to his window, ready to jump out and escape from Rodrick. But, when he looked out the widow, there was nothing but a fall straight down. That wasn't going to work for him. Greg began to ask himself what Rodrick would do, something he had started to do at school when people were bumping into him and asking him to do things he wasn't comfortable doing. Closing his eyes, he pictured what Rodrick would do in this situation. It was actually quite simple. It was what Rodrick did best.
Greg rushed over, unlocked and opened the door. Using his index finger, he pointed his finger right into Rodrick's chest. In reply, Rodrick's eyes were the size of quaters filled with shock and questioning. His eyes were of the devil. That had always been clear to Greg. The pointing in his chest caused Rodrick to step backward until he ran into the wall.
"Wrong, wrong, WRONG!" Greg screamed out, pointing harder into his chest that made a thumping sound each time. The last one causing Rodrick to breath out in pain. "Everything you have always done to me has been to hide your shame over what you did to me then."
"Greg, I-"
"Why did you want me to kiss you, Rodrick?" Greg stomped his foot against the ground, demanding.
Rodrick's hands slapped onto his face, his eyes peeped out at Greg though his fingers. There was a light hint of BO coming from him as his pits were exposed. His fingers gave way to tiny trimmers. "Greg, I was," he paused, "so confused back then. Everyone around me was starting to kiss, but no one was interested in kissing a wimpy kid like I was."
Greg looked at the floor sheepishly. He was a wimpy kid that no one wanted to kiss.
"And you were always so willing to please me. I decided to practice on you. Then, I became mean to try to get you to forget what happened. And it seemed to work for awhile."
Greg fumed with rage. His hand slid across Rodrick's cheek with a slap so quickly that he didn't even realize he had done it until he heard the smack. Consumed with rage, Greg couldn't think rationally. His hands were moving to Rodrick's shirt. He was about to passionately rip it open until he realized how messed up he was becoming. Instead, he push Rodrick back against the wall and retreated to his room.
Greg sat down at his desk and picked up his diary. The pen flew across the page. After a couple sentences, he read over what he had written. Ravaging him? Faint line of black hair? This wasn't the normal type of stuff Greg wrote. He wasn't writing an entry at all. He was dabbling in his first fiction. His cock was raging hard, so he continued to write.
The boy considered himself to be quite a wimp, being shorter and skinnier than all those around him. But, in that moment, he could feel power coursing through his vanes. The t-shirt that was once whole was opened like a button up. His shocked older brother stood there with a dumb expression on his face. The boy ravaged his older brother's lips. Their tongues collided in a symphony of passion for one another. A passion that neither of them knew they had until that moment. The younger one broke away and kissed down his brother's tight and smooth chest. He fell to his knees, his eyes looking into his brother's, begging him to urge him on. With a small nod of approval from his older brother, the boy popped the button his his jeans and unzipped them. Pulling them down with his underwear to his knees, the older boy's cock jetted straight out in front of the younger brother. It was leaking with desire to be sucked. The boy's mouth opened with desiring saliva dripping from the roof of his mouth. His small hands took the smooth ass of his older brother and pulled him close. His tongue met with the tip of the penis. He quickly swallowed the whole thing down. The moans coming from his brother impressed him and gave his work new meaning. He bobbed hard on the cock, but more desire pulled in his stomach. He wanted more.
Greg stopped writing. This was extremely problematic for three reasons. 1. He was completely hard by the image of him doing that to his brother. 2. He was too much of a wimp to do that. Hell, he'd stopped from doing it earlier. And 3. he had never had sex before. He wasn't even sure how two guys would have sex. Rodrick would know. But... He wasn't sure how that conversation would go after the one he just had with him. Greg felt complete exhausted. So, he got up and stripped to his briefs and got into his bed. He tried to go to sleep, but he couldn't. His cock was still extremely hard. He started to debate about opening his door and seeing of Rodrick would notice him wanking this time. He pondered what to do for a very long time.
