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Bad Boy Getting Badder!
By Andy McAllister
Copyright 2011 by Andy McAllister
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ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE.
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Bad Boy Getting Badder!
Chapter One
Alex slammed the door open when he came home from school that day. He threw his backpack at the sofa that sat just inside the living room, but it hit the arm of the sofa and bounced off onto the floor. He left it there, not caring at the moment about something as unimportant as his backpack.
His step-brother Seth was just coming out of the kitchen, munching on a box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers he had found in the back of the pantry. He saw his step-brother, who was younger than him by only fourteen months and had just turned eighteen two months ago, starting up the stairs. Obviously heading to his bedroom, Seth thought to himself that something was definitely bothering Alex. He knew a dark funk mood when he saw one.
“Hey, Tweeters!” he called out, using the nickname he had given to Alex back when they were still kids about eight and nine and he had lost a front tooth at the same time he had first learned to whistle, making a “tweeting” sound each time he puckered his lips to whistle something. “What’s eating you?” He was standing at the foot of the stairs when he finished his query, but Alex was at the top of the stairs by then
“Nothing! Leave me the – fuck alone!” he shouted down just before his door slammed.
Fuck? Tweeters never said words like that. Something was definitely wrong and Seth was never someone who could leave well enough alone. He started up the stairs, his long legs taking three steps at a time. But when he wrapped his fingers around the knob on his door he discovered Alex had locked it from the inside.
“Hey! Open the damn door!” Seth shouted even as he banged on it with his fist. In his other hand he still held the box of snack food.
“Go ‘way!” Alex called back. Seth noted how his voice sounded like it held a sob in it.
Seth stared at the closed door a moment and then reached in his pants pocket and withdrew the pocket knife he’d been carrying since he was eleven years old and had gotten the knife from his favorite uncle. He snapped open the smallest blade and inserted it into the slot in the knob. A second later he heard the click that indicated the simple lock these kinds of doors came with had popped and he replaced the knife in his pocket before opening the door.
His “little brother” was laying face-down on his bed and Seth could hear the sobs coming through the pillow his face was buried in. Without saying anything Seth moved over next to the bed and looked down at his brother. The next thing he noticed was how his little brother had shucked his jeans before flopping down onto his bed. That was when Seth noticed Alex was wearing girls’ panties and they were stretched tight across his ass. The tight panties made his ass – which was nicely muscled and firm for his age – stand out enticingly - even to him.
Seth had long since admitted to himself that he liked boys a lot more than he did girls and his body shuddered from the desire he felt as he tried to control his growing erection and failed. So he sat down next to Alex, hoping to stop his craving for his body that way and at the very least hiding his erection in case Alex looked up at him. It wasn’t easy in his mind having a step-brother as hot as Alex was, but he had always tried not to think of him in any other terms than a real brother.
“So what’s eating you, Tweets?” Seth asked, tentatively placing a hand flat against his back in a comforting move. Even though the two of them had been at each other’s throats a lot as kids, ever since Seth’s father had married Alex’s mother and they found themselves thrown together with a sibling they knew nothing about and couldn’t care less about, until they learned to like each other as friends, they had always stuck up for each other whenever anything bad happened.
“I told you to leave me alone,” his words were choked from his sobs and he buried his face deeper in the pillow. Alex hated that his brother had caught him crying and knew him for the wimp he was.
“Yeah. I’ve heard that before. That’s always your way of telling me something’s wrong and you need someone to listen to whatever it is. So tell me, Tweets, what’s wrong?”
A moment passed before Alex turned his head and looked up into the face of his brother, but when he first saw him he noticed that his eyes weren’t on his face. He followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at his ass.
Alex turned over quickly, pulling the tail of his shirt down so his ass and upper legs were covered the way they were supposed to be. God! How could his own step-brother have looked that way at him? It began to make Alex wonder once more if the older boy might not be as gay as he was. The two had sometimes discussed the “gay issue”, and Alex had admitted to his older “brother” that he was gay, but Seth had never admitted the same. Alex sometimes suspected the slightly older boy of being as gay as he was and wondered if this was the moment he would find out for sure?
“Perv!” he spat the word, but even as it left his lips he knew that somehow the thought of being lusted after by a teenage boy – even by Seth – made him feel better about himself. After all, he was only a step-brother, not a real brother, right? He lay on his back and looked up at Seth looking down at him. Their eyes met and somehow that connection made his heart beat harder. He could feel the pulse of the thumping as it pounded against his ribcage. What was wrong with him? Thinking the thoughts he was beginning to have about this boy he thought of as his own brother?
When Alex had flipped his body over Seth’s hand had come away from his back and poised in the air above him. Now he brought it back down and rested it on his upper abdomen, just below his right pectoral. His hand gently massaged that portion of his body and a yearning shot through him to push his hand upward and feel the firmness of his chest.
Seth licked his lips, unaware that Alex had been watching him and waiting to see what he would do next. His own breath had stopped when his hand settled in beneath his pec. He waited breathlessly – literally – for his big brother’s next move.
When he finally forced his eyes up to look into Alex’s eyes once more Seth moved his hand down a few inches so it rested just above his covered navel instead. Even there he could feel the slight movements of Alex’s breathing and it turned him on. He closed his eyes for a second and swallowed hard, hoping to regain his composure.
“Boy trouble?” Seth asked quietly.
Alex snorted before answering. “Lack of boy trouble is the problem,” he said. “No one ever asks me out on a date. No one.” Clearly Alex was the more feminine in any relationship and expected other boys to ask him out, never the reverse.
“Serious?” Seth’s voice showed by its tone he couldn’t believe not one other gay boy at school wouldn’t be interested in his brother. Alex was a hottie so much that even he could see it and lusted after him. Here Seth was a college freshman and he still lusted after his brother as though he was just another hot boy waiting for him to fuck him.
“Serious,” Alex responded with a sigh.
“But – you’ve gone on dates before. I know you have. What about Eric Donnelly?” Seth asked, thinking back to a boy who had been in some of his classes in high school. “You went out with him, didn’t you?”
“Eric Donnelly,” Alex snorted again as he turned onto his side, making Seth’s hand slide along his body and pushing his shirt askew. His hand rested partially on exposed skin now and he liked the feel of it under his hand. Carefully and without actually thinking about it Seth moved his hand so all of it was on exposed flesh. Oh, that felt soooo good.
“Eric took me home early that night and wouldn’t talk to me after that.”
“What? Why not?” Seth asked, his words on his problem, but his mind on Alex’s body.
“Be – because I – wouldn’t put out. That’s why.” He spoke softly, in whispers so Seth had to strain to hear him properly.
“Ok, so Eric didn’t get any blow job that night or any other night. What about any other boys? You’ve been on other dates, right?”
Alex was silent so long Seth had to look to see that he hadn’t fallen asleep. His eyes were open, but he stared across the room at nothing.
“Are you still a virgin, Tweets?” Seth asked quietly. He didn’t answer him, but the fact that his eyes immediately filled with tears that threatened to spill out of the lids and onto his cheek gave him all the answer he needed.
“Yeah, there’s your answer right there.” His left hand moved along Alex’s side, gently caressing the bare flesh beneath it. He moved it upward under his shirt and he felt the smoothness of his ribcage. “I know now I’m as gay as you are, Tweets,” Seth finally confessed, his heart beginning to pound within his chest at the confession. “I’ve known it for almost a year now. Boys my age want one thing and one thing only – to fuck. The hotter the boy the more we want to fuck him. And bro, you’re a serious hottie. Boys all over your school want to reach inside your pants and see what it feels like to stroke your cock and have you suck on theirs. You don’t put out and all the boys will spread the word around that there’s no sense in spending money on you on a date, ‘cause ain’t nobody getting anything from you, Tweets. No one likes to date a ‘good boy’. Boys all want to date a ‘bad boy’. The badder the better.”
Seth licked his lips as he continued to slowly run his hand up along his side toward his right pec once more. This time his hand continued on until it was right up under Alex’s nipple. Beneath the shirt Seth hesitated only briefly before moving his hand upward so it was pressed flat against the firm muscle. Alex’s eyes closed and he moaned in ecstasy. Seth heard his moan and glanced at his face. He saw how his lips parted slightly and his head tilted back.
“I can be a bad boy,” Alex said almost breathlessly. His eyes flickered open and he glared at his brother a moment before closing his eyes again and tilting his head back further, exposing his throat in such a sensual way Eric felt his cock begin to throb.
Yeah. He’d seen that look many times before on other boys he’d fucked. It was always the sign they wanted him to do more than “cop a feel”, so even though this was his step-brother, he began to caress his chest lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. It was the first step in seduction as far as he knew. Caress under the shirt and soon the shirt would come off. After that everything else the boy wore came off in quick succession.
Would it work the same on his step-brother? A good boy like him? Would he let himself be seduced by his step-brother when he hadn’t given in to other boys who had tried? Was he telling the truth? Could he be a bad boy? Maybe the fact that he was tired of not having dates would make all the difference in Seth being able to be the one to pop his cherry. His whole cock throbbed painfully at the thought of sucking a virgin. Any virgin. Especially his step-brother.
Seth licked his lips that had suddenly gone very dry. Somehow he knew he had to find out just how far Alex was willing to let him go – especially if it meant going all the way.
His heart pounded harder than he’d felt since the very first time he’d made out with a boy on a date. Glen Appleton. He would always remember him as the first boy he had ever sucked. He had taken his virginity and for that he would be eternally grateful to him. Of course he had taken Glen’s, too that night, though it hadn’t gone as well as he would have liked. He’d gotten a lot better at sucking since then, but Glen had never dated him again, just because he had ejaculated so fast that neither of them had been able to really enjoy the process.