For The Weekend - Sex Stories

For The Weekend

»This is a fantasy I have had for a while now. I just need to get it out of my system. My name is Kyle. And I have a man-crush on my step brother, Adam. It started after the move into our new house. The five of us lived together: Me(16), Adam(17), mom, my step dad, and my brother; Joey(19). I had to share a room with Adam in the back of the house. My brother, Joey, had a room to himself since he was the oldest of us. And my mom and my step dad had a room in the front of the house. Everything was normal until I noticed Adam slept in just his boxers, which I would have been fine with, if we hadn't of had to share a bed. I slept in pajama bottoms. and a shirt occasionally. Luckily it was a very large bed, so we could sleep separate from each other. Several weeks after everything was unpacked and everyone was more comfortable, I developed a lust for Adam. He always hung around me, and joked around with me. After a while, I had to hide my hard-ons from him. He never seemed to noticed. One night, we were in bed. It was almost pitch black except for the faint light the moon provided. I was laying awake, Adam was asleep. I looked at him. I couldn't really see him, but I knew what he looked like. He was a jock type; tall, athletic, slightly big, and strong. I was the exact opposite. I was a gamer; above-average hight, skinny, and weak. I could feel myself getting hard. I turned toward him and slowly scooted myself towards him. He was laying on his back with a hand behind his head ...

... and one across his chest. The covers were halfway down him. I could make out his nipples.. small and perfect. I decided I wanted to touch him. Anywhere, really. I scooted towards him one last time. Not too close. Just close enough to reach him. I slowly started reaching my hand over onto him. I could feel his body warmth. He was really warm. I gently moved the hand that he had laid over his chest and he stirred slightly. I froze momentarily assuring myself he was asleep. 'Phew.' I thought. I cautiously laid my hand over his nipple. It was soft. Just like I had imagined it would be. I slowly rubbed it between my fingers. He stirred slightly. I lifted my hand and placed it lower on his stomach, and from there, the covers were over the other half of him. I used my feet to pull them down to at least his knees. It was successful. I lowered my hand again just above his penis. A few seconds later I slid my hand over him. I could feel it. The head, the shaft, the nuts. everything. He was slowly getting harder. I pulled my hand away. Afraid that he would wake up and see me. I rolled over and drifted off to sleep and dreamt of him; Dripping wet out of the shower. With a towel loosely around his waist. And I don't remember anything else from the dream. The next morning was a Friday. He was driving to school. It was a boring, conversation-less drive there. (I'm not a morning person) He drove because I hadn't gotten my license just yet. It was the typical day at school. I was in 10th grade ...