Soap

Gojyo sat on a low bench in the washroom, rubbing soap lazily around his balls, his eyes closed. The soft, dark red hair swirled in circles at his fingertips. He smiled to himself, and tilted his head back. He parted his lean, muscular thighs, and let the strong tips of his fingers track a soapy, slick path up his cock.

Gojyo gasped very, very softly, cradled his cock more firmly, and started to tap one wet fingertip at the tiny, slitted little hole at the tip.

“Yeah….ngh…”

A tongue, he imagined, placing teasing, wet little kisses… “Right there…shit…”


Of all the places on his body, Gojyo liked a tongue right there the best, wiggling all around like it could get in his body. Made his cock blow faster than anything else.

So right now…right now he was careful…Gojyo took his time…tapping softly, rubbing tiny circles, stroking himself at the same time so tight it almost hurt.

The washroom was steamy from the deep tub of hot water behind him. When Gojyo arched back, the very tips of his hair touched the surface of the water, and spread like blood.

Gojyo closed his eyes, played with his cock, and remembered…

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“Jien!” he gasped, eyes widening just a little. “That’s as big as it gets…right?” he asked cautiously, peering over the side of the tub to watch his brother bathe.

The youkai laughed, and splashed the boy, before spreading both hands along his wet cock.

“It’s not gonna grow anymore, Gojyo. I promise.”

Gojyo leaned closer, squinting at it. Jien was bigger than he was, and the skin of his penis was darker. Especially now, all filled with blood. Jien’s face was flushed, excited-looking, as he watched his brother watch him.

“Do you want to see me do it?” he asked breathlessly.

Gojyo grinned and nodded, glad the side of the big tub was covering the uncomfortable bulge in his tight jeans. When he thought Jien wasn’t looking, he reached down and pressed his palm hard against the trapped column. He squirmed a little at how good it felt, and tried to cover it with another enthusiastic nod.

His older brother grabbed a thin bar of soap, and arched his hips enough to get most of his cock and his balls out of the hot water. He watched Gojyo’s wide, blood-red eyes as he started getting the tight skin slick.

Gojyo licked his lips, and pushed his thin hand down into his jeans and underwear, so that he could press his palm against the hot, bare skin of his erection. It didn’t matter, Jien couldn’t see what he was doing.

Jien let the soap fall into the water with a soft, plopping splash, and then took his cock in a sure, practiced grip.

“Watch now, Gojyo,” he said with a tight grin, features flinching with the sensation. “I’ll show you how to do it just right.”

And he did. He made his hand into a strong, tight, slippery fist, and he closed his eyes, and he went fast. It made his tan, wiry muscles go tense.

Gojyo watched Jien’s calf muscle spasm, and he reached into the water and touched him there as he panted and squirmed his hand inside his pants, trying to mirror the movement in the confined, sweaty space.

Jien’s leg was strong…the hairs on his calf were dense, and rough, like the thick black hair on Jien’s head and the coarse, curly hair around his cock.

Gojyo jumped, startled and pulled his hand away sharply when Jien moaned.

“Go..Gojyo…Go...ahh…”

He stared as his brother’s cock jumped and squirted thick, white liquid onto Jien’s fingers and into the tub. Jien’s eyed were closed tight and his face was squeezed up almost like it hurt.

He didn’t stop stroking himself, not until the last bit came out, and his eyes opened again, and he gave a very deep, soft laugh, watching his little brother.

Gojyo stared…and blushed deeply. He was still really, really hard, but now that Jien was looking at him again, he tried to keep still.

“See?”

Gojyo nodded, and shrugged, trying to look like it was just a normal sort of thing. Not too exciting.

Jien grinned at that familiar expression, and sank his body deeper into the water, before splashing the boy again. “Go on now, go take care of that thing in your pants,” he laughed, watching his extremely red-faced brother scowl at him a second before skittering out of the room.

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In the washroom, Gojyo slid awkwardly off the stool, and onto his hands and knees, his breath coming much faster now. He glanced around sharply until his eyes caught on the soap he’d dropped.

He looked like a wild, hungry animal, his hair wet around his shoulders, his naked body crouched, tense on the stone floor.

Soap in hand, he reached around behind himself, rigid, aching cock ignored for a moment.

The soap was very hard, and almost cold as he pressed one rounded corner of it against his clenched, tight opening.

He bit his lip, and groaned, hips giving a little jerk. ‘Want it…want it right here…’

“Right here…ngh…Jien!”

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The back shed was dark, and the moonlight made stripes across Jien’s body.

Jien panted, holding his brother’s wrist to guide him.

Gojyo looked up at Jien’s face, at his dark eyes.

The jeans under his palm were rough, almost too stiff for him to give the older boy much pleasure. But he rubbed hard like Jien showed him, and grinned every time Jien made a tiny groan.

“That’s right…oh…Gojyo, that’s right…good boy…shit…harder…do you think you can do it harder?”

“I could if you’d get it out of your pants,” Gojyo scowled, putting his weight into it.

Jien gasped and shook his head. The very thought made his legs go weak.

“Ngh…no, Gojyo.” He couldn’t bring himself to do it, no matter how much he wanted Gojyo’s thin, strong fingers…

Or his mouth…

“Go…AaahnnnGojyo”

Jien’s legs gave, and he sank heavily onto the worn, grassy floor of the shed. He pushed his little brother away only long enough to snap his jeans open, and then he was stroking himself dry, hips shuddering.

Gojyo stood there watching, hard, breathing fast, fists tight. In the dark, Jien was just a blur of movement and sound. “Let me…Jien PLEASE let me,” he whispered, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “Please,” he nearly whimpered.

“Come here.” Jien’s voice was thick, heavy.

Gojyo swallowed and stepped closer, and cried out with surprise as Jien hauled him down into his knees.

His brother’s mouth was hot and wet. His tongue was big, wiggling into his mouth and between his lips like something alive. One of Jien’s fang-like teeth caught his lip and he cried out again, scrambling to get his pants open too.

Kissing! They were kissing! It made him moan and squirm. He could feel Jien’s strong arm moving, he knew what it was doing. He could feel the close heat between Jien’s legs, knew his big, hard cock was right there. He kissed harder, pretending that Jien was letting him kiss his cock like he wanted to.

Gojyo shifted jerkily and finally got his pants down his hips enough to rub against his brother as they kissed. He didn’t touch himself, he didn’t have to. His slender hips bucked a wild rhythm, his rigid cock tight between his firm belly and Jien’s side.

For a blissfully long time, they moved like that in the dark shed, bodies sweaty and hot, Gojyo’s ass clenching every time he bucked into Jien, Jien’s hand tight in Gojyo’s hair, holding him into the rough, deep kiss.

When Gojyo found the nerve to reach down and cup his brother’s balls, Jien came with a hoarse, loud cry, come soaking into his white tee shirt. Dizzy with it, he broke the kiss, took Gojyo’s thin hips, and starting guiding the boy to rub faster against him, right up against the front of him so that even in the dark, he could see the boy’s face twist up with pleasure.

“I love you Gojyo,” he panted, watching him, “good boy, yeah…Gojyo you’re so pretty.”

He licked him softly, licked his brother’s cheek as the boy gave a startled soft cry and shot his release up Jien’s chest.

Gojyo sank into Jien’s warm lap, blind and gasping, and Jien wrapped his arms close around him, and they remained like that for most of the night.

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His ass clenched around his fingers as he came, contorted on the wet floor, two fingers as deep inside as he could reach, his cock…not stroked, but rubbing hard up against the smooth underside of one arm.

“Ji…en,” Gojyo whispered, the world spinning around him, those fingers inside not his own but his brother’s taking him the way he’d always wanted so badly. He sank onto his side, shifting to rest his head against a bath towel on the floor as he caught his breath, skin patchy with a deep flush.

‘Jien…I miss you.’