Archie Shaves his Brother
by David Heulfryn

 

Leo burst into my room, still damp from our hug earlier.

“Now you’ve made me damp, give us the towel, Archie.” Leo stood in my doorway, hands on his bare hips and rivulets of water rolling down his chest and into his untrimmed pubes.

I took the towel from my shoulder and held it out in front of me. “Come here then,” I told Leo, enticing him into my room.

Being naked together took me back to when we were younger, and we would dry ourselves after our bath. Leo would always watch me as I dried myself, I liked how he looked up to me as his big brother.

Leo came over and tried to take the towel off me. I wouldn’t let him have it. Instead, I wiped it down his chest, drying him.

“Do you remember when we used to be dry ourselves after our bath every Sunday evening?”

Leo smiled.

“You would always check out my naked body.”

Leo blushed, he didn’t know that I’d noticed him.

“I didn’t mind.” I whispered, “I quite liked you looking at me. It made me feel good.”

“I wanted to grow up to be like you,” Leo admitted. “I always used to look up to you.”

“Used to? You bastard.” I threw the towel aside and started to tickle Leo.

Leo giggled and tried to get away, but I grabbed him and threw him on my bed. Before he could get up, I jumped on him. I heard my bed creak, I hoped I hadn’t broken any of the wooden frame.

I sat on his legs and relentlessly tickled him, under his armpits, on his sides. Then I got more excessive and reached down to tickle his balls.

Leo screamed like a girl and tried to wriggle away.

My bed creaked even more, so I got off Leo and stood by him.

Leo was breathing heavily from the efforts of trying to get away from me. He reached out and tried to grab my balls in retaliation, but all I had to do was step back. But Leo was determined to get his own back and launched himself at me.

I got him in a bearhug and lifted him. I swung his legs aside and dropped him to the floor, he landed with a loud thud. I didn’t give him time to get up and I dived on him.

I started to tickle him again.

“I give in.” Leo laughed through his gasping breath. “You win!”

I held him down on the floor.

“What do I win?” I grinned down at him.

Leo just looked at me. I could feel his breath on my face.

An evil grin slowly grew on my face.

“What?” Leo struggled again, worried about what I had in mind.

“I think you should become my little brother again.”

Leo furrowed his brow, wondering what I meant.

“I think you should be a little boy again.” I glanced at the wisps of hair in his exposed armpits. “So when you look at me again, you can wish you look like me.”

“Fuck off!” Leo looked worried.

“Don’t worry, Leo. I won’t hurt you. I just want you to be the little brother you used to be.”

“Please don’t.” Leo seemed to beg, but the smile told me he was excited by the idea.

A quick glance down his body, I noticed his cock was thicker than usual.

“Promise you won’t struggle. Or I might accidentally nick you. I don’t want to damage your smooth skin.”

“I promise, big brother.” Leo relaxed beneath me.

He was mine now.

I got off Leo and stood beside him, I held my hand out to help him on his feet. I smiled to myself when I saw him look at my hand and then at my crotch.

Leo grabbed my hand, and I pulled him to his feet. I didn’t let go and we walked hand in hand back into the bathroom.

“Sit on the side of the bath and just enjoy.”

I looked into Leo’s eyes, he looked so cute and so innocent. He had a few wisps of bumfluff on his top lip. I reached out and stroked the fair hairs.

Behind me, I reached for the shaving gel and squirted a tiny drop onto my fingers. I smeared it on Leo’s upper lip. He looked even cuter with his white moustache.

I took the razor and stroked away the white foam.

Leo smiled when I had finished.

At the sink, I saw a flannel and went to grab it. I rinsed it with warm water and wrung it out; now damp I stroked Leo’s to lip, wiping away the remnants of the foam.

I grabbed Leo’s right arm and lifted it up, revealing his armpits. “Hold it up,” I told him.

I looked at the wisps of light brown hair. I stroked them, so they lay flat against his skin. With another drop of shaving gel, I rubbed it in his armpit to create a light foam.

I stroked the razor down his armpit. After the first stroke, I needed to rinse the blade, and I watched as the long hairs swirled down the drain.

After two more strokes, I rinsed again and looked closely at Leo’s armpit to check if I had missed any. I wiped it down with the damp flannel and then traced my fingers over his skin. It was smooth.

The more I touched Leo, the more my cock responded. I glanced down and noticed it was arcing through the air, its weight pulling it down. I knew I would be hard soon.

I touched Leo’s arm and eased it back down by his side. Our eyes met briefly as I went to take his other arm.

By the time I had shaved his other armpit, my cock was rock hard and had begun to drool.

I looked at Leo again, and I felt a deep pit in my stomach. I can’t say how I felt as I didn’t understand it myself.

I loved Leo. Like a brother, but more. I wanted to hold him, to keep him safe and to give him pleasure.

“Stand up,” I whispered.

As Leo rose to his feet, I crouched down and looked directly at his crotch. His cock looked cute. Four soft inches covered in smooth skin with his foreskin pinched closed at the end. I didn’t understand how he could still be soft while I was rock hard.

I grabbed the bathroom scissors and started to cut his small patch of dense brown pubes. Each tuft of pubes I cut off I dropped into the bath to be rinsed down the plug hole later.

I ran my hand through the stubble, feeling the stiff, short hairs prick my fingers. Leo’s cock rocked from side to side, and I sensed it was beginning to grow. The tight pinch of the foreskin at the end of his cock had started to unfurl. The hole opened as his knob expanded and pushed its way outside.

I grabbed the shaving gel again and rubbed some onto his trimmed pubes. It was tricky to shave him, and the razor needed to be rinsed frequently.

I reached out and took hold of his cock. I pulled it towards me, stretching the skin taught, so I didn’t accidentally nick the skin. I noticed some fine hairs growing in the area between his cock and balls.

His cock continued to swell between my fingers as I lifted it and shaved off the hairs I could see.

Leo’s balls still hung loosely from our earlier bath. I put down the razor and cradled them with my other hand. They felt so smooth, but I noticed a few fair hairs poking out.

I released his genitals and picked up the scissors. Leo’s cock was now hard and stayed pointing to the ceiling.

“You just have a few stray hairs on your balls,” I said under my breath, not really telling Leo, but telling myself.

I grabbed one hair and pulled and watched as his scrotum deformed into something that resembled a poorly constructed pyramid with his hair at the apex. I brought the scissors near his balls, opened them and held the hair between the blades.

My hand was shaking.

I feared cutting my sweet and innocent brother. I didn’t want to damage his young skin.

I held my breath and heard my heart pounding in my ears. With a slow, deliberate motion, I brought the blades together and snipped the hair close to the skin.

I found the other visible hair and quickly snipped. I was finished.

When I pulled my head back, I looked at his smooth crotch and hard cock with his knob now poking out and looking moist.

“Wait here,” I told Leo and got up to fetch a tube of moisturiser from my room.

I swear Leo hadn’t moved an inch when I got back. I don’t think he even touched his hard cock, which must have been a temptation; I’m not sure I could have resisted.

The moisturiser squelched as I squeezed a large blob onto my hand.

Leo groaned as I rubbed the thick white fluid above his cock, my hand pushing against the base and making it sway. I know I didn’t need to rub it into his balls, but I couldn’t resist feeling the weight of them again and rolling them between my fingers.

There was still plenty of cream that hadn’t soaked into his skin; I’d obviously used too much. I didn’t want to waste it, and the compulsion was too great.

I slide my hand and the remaining cream along Leo’s cock shaft.

He groaned loudly, and I saw his knees buckle.

The feel of his hard cock as I massaged the cream into his skin felt so good on my fingers. I’d never touched anyone else’s cock before, but Leo’s cock felt so good in my hands; I’m not sure anyone else’s would feel this good; I couldn’t think of any other guy’s cock I wanted to fondle as much as Leo’s. It was only his cock I wanted to touch and only him I wanted to make feel good.

Leo moaned, and I looked up at him. He wasn’t looking down, he was looking out to space, with a faraway look in his eyes.

I noticed his balls twitch in their loose sac. They were drawing close to his body.

I gave up all pretence of rubbing cream into his freshly shaved skin and concentrated on wanking Leo. His cock was leaking and his precum mixed with the moisturiser.

My eyes were glued to his damp and sticky cock, instinctively I licked my lips. I had an urge to taste my little brother.

I leant in closer, still stroking his cock.

Leo groaned, and I felt his cock jerk out of my hand, his abdominal muscles spasmed, and the first shot of cum hit me in the face. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, I didn’t want to be blinded by his cum, but I felt more cum hit my cheek, then another shot landed on my lips, a little cum had shot into my mouth.

I closed my lips, but my tongue decided it wanted a taste. I licked my lips as I felt another shot of cum hit me on the forehead.

For the first time, I tasted Leo.

Above me, Leo was panting. “Fucking hell.” Leo gasped.

I rested back on my haunches and looked up at him. When he looked at me, he smiled and started to laugh. I must have looked an hilarious sight with my face covered in his cum.

I stood up and hugged Leo, my hands resting on his smooth fleshy arse cheeks.

“I need to wash up again,” I said as we parted and slapped him on the arse. “You get on. I need a nap after an early start and all the hard work I do on the farm.”

Leo smiled at me.

“You’re lucky, Leo. Going to college and not having to do any hard work round here.”

“I do what I can, Archie.” Leo lifted his hand and wiped some cum off my forehead. He licked it.

“I know, Leo. I’m just teasing. You go. I’m tired.”

Leo left, and I stood in the bathroom, alone, for a moment. I could hear Leo getting dressed and bounding down the stairs.

I felt a pang of desire for Leo and my cock twitched. I had forgotten I was hard, and my cock was now reminding me of it. I gave it a quick stroke, and my balls began to ache.

Without bothering to wash my face, I went into my room and lay on my bed. It only took two strokes, and my cock erupted over my belly.

I closed my eyes, and when my panting eased, I fell asleep, Leo’s cum drying on my face.

 

Thank you to fellow Cockaigne writer Firefish for the idea behind this story

 

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