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From: "Stereograph" <tomfool@hushmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Coal Brothers {Stereograph} (msolo bsolo)
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Date: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 11:10:02 -0500
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            The Coal Brothers (msolo bsolo) by Stereograph

The Feast of Saint Nicholas

  Danny cracked the bathroom door open just enough to peer in. Sure
enough, Ricky was playing with himself again. He seemed to do that a
lot. Danny couldn't understand why. A little squeeze now and again
felt good. Other things were a lot more fun and interesting, like
spying on big brothers. Danny was so involved in watching his brother,
he didn't notice Mom coming down the hall.

  "What are you doing, young man?" she said.

  Danny panicked. So did Ricky in the bathroom.

  "Just seeing if I can pee yet!" said Danny. "Ricky's been in there
forever."

  Mom opened the door all the way. Ricky was zipping his pants
hurriedly. Nothing wrong with that of course. Mom looked around and
said, "What's taking you so long in here?" She spotted a tube on the
sink and picked it up. It was labeled "Sex Lube". "Where did you buy
this and why? What do you think your doing with it?"

  Ricky said nothing. Mom looked the tube over and found a price tag
for the drug store. "You, young man are grounded! Your father and I
will decide for how long, later. And you will be confessing this to
the priest Saturday! Now, get to your room and let your brother pee."

  Danny peed to make it look good and went to their room. "Why do you
do that? A quick pull feels good, but all that tugging, that's just
weird."

  "Have you ever really tried?"

  "I did some, it feels like too much after a while."

  "You just don't understand. That's how its supposed to work. That's
how you do...things to girls. You can't stop till it squirts."

  "It squirts? Yuck! Girls, double yuck!"

  "You should try it. In a couple years you'll change your mind about
girls. I did. You'll want to know how to do it then."

  "You're kidding, right? It really squirts? How much do you have to
rub to make it squirt?"

  Ricky opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out another tube like
the one Mom had taken from him in the bathroom. "Here. Open your pants
and hold out your hand. Try it yourself. It really feels great after
it squirts!"

  "No way! I don't want to get in trouble like you."

  "You won't get in trouble. Mom won't come in here, and she'll blame
me if she does catch us. Go ahead and try."

  Rick pulled his pants down and greased his hand. Danny sat for a
moment thinking. "Does it really feel good, or are you lying again."

  "I'm gonna do it. You think I'd do it if it didn't feel good?" Ricky
started rubbing.

  Danny sat for a moment, then pulled down his pants. He played with
himself for a moment. It felt good and made him hard. "Does the lotion
help it feel better?"

  "You bet! Here, hold out your hand."

  Danny received a glop of lube and started rubbing it in. It was
still feeling good, but he'd done it for this long before. Ricky was
rubbing faster and harder than Danny ever had, so he decided to follow
along. Despite the squabbling they did he respected his big brother.
He wanted to be just like him. If Ricky said this was a good thing,
Danny wanted to do it too. Both boys rubbed and rubbed. Ricky grinned
at his little brother's emulation of him. Danny grinned too, glad that
his brother approved of him. He reached the point where his pee-pee
started to sort of hurt. The point where he always stopped, if he even
went this far, but he kept going.

  Ricky was breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. Danny's
right leg was twitching reflexively. He felt like he should stop, but
he didn't want to disappoint Ricky. His lower belly went tight and it
hurt to rub! Danny still didn't quit. Then every part of him started
to twitch and his hand was getting wet. He couldn't breath! Then he
couldn't rub anymore, it hurt too much. His pee-pee was squirting!
His belly, thighs, and ballsack were clinching and relaxing. Despite
the kind of painful feeling, he felt great! Then it all stopped and
the world felt warm and fuzzy. Ricky was still rubbing fast.

  "What are you up to now!" shouted Mom. She came all the way into the
room. "What a mess! Richard Cole, you are in more trouble than you can
imagine in your wildest nightmares. Danny, you are too. Go clean up
and go to the living room. I'll talk to you in a minute."

  When she came into the room, she said, "Don't even start making
excuses. I know Ricky talked you into that, but you knew it was wrong.
We've talked about it before, and you heard me say so just half an
hour earlier. It's one thing to admire your big brother when he does
something good. It's wrong to follow him when he acts badly! You are
grounded until after Confession Saturday. You will confess this. You
will have extra chores for the rest of the week. This is the last time
you do something like that, you hear me?"

  Danny gave his assent and went off to set the table.

  Danny's punishment wasn't too bad. Ricky, on the other hand, was
grounded until January second. He was stuck home through the school
holiday and he'd miss a lot. He also lost his smart phone and game
console. He had to do extra chores, and harder ones than Danny could
do. He could only have friends over if he cleared it through Mom.

  As he stood in the confession line, Danny reflected on one thing his
brother would miss. The town had turned the old main street Downtown
into a sort of park long before Danny, or even Ricky was born. Every
year they had an ice rink set up in the winter, but this year they'd
set up a Christmas Village to run most of December. Danny was going to
the opening with friends right after confession. There were clowns
making balloon toys. There were stalls with all sorts of toys and
decorations. And stalls with sweets! Ricky couldn't go, of course.
Danny's skates were in the car. Once school let out for the holiday,
one parent or another would be taking kids to skate almost every day.
There were going to be special events too. Carolers and storytellers.
Puppet shows. Brass bands. Old movies, after dark. Danny would see
most
of them. Ricky couldn't go at all and he loved to skate. He loved to
hang out with his friends. They'd all be there.

  Danny felt a little guilty about it. Ricky wasn't being mean to him
at all. He was being snotty about his punishments, but that was
directed at their parents. One reason Danny felt guilty was that Ricky
shared his secret stash of baby oil and toilet paper. Danny had come
to the conclusion that he couldn't sleep until he'd played with
himself to the end. Every night, after his parents checked to see that
he stayed in bed, he pulled out the supplies and played. He'd even
found new places to touch that gave him extra thrills. When he was
done he left the supplies out for Ricky, who's bedtime was much later,
and rolled himself into the blankets to drift off to contented sleep.

  He wouldn't tell Father about any of that. He had to confess the
time he got caught, Mom might have tipped Father off and he was in
line. He had to say something. The rest he'd keep to himself.

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Christmas Day

  Danny scrambled down the stairs. He couldn't wait to see what Santa
brought! Ricky wasn't far behind. He'd started off trying to look
cool, but he couldn't keep up the pose.  They dashed to the tree.
There was nothing there from Santa, only the wrapped gifts from
family.  Danny reached up to his stocking and felt something. Maybe it
was something so valuable it made up for the lack of other stuff? He
reached in and found a lump of coal. Ricky expressed disbelief at
finding the same thing.

  "Santa seems to know something I don't," said Dad. "I think we need
to talk."
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