Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 19:44:58 -0400
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Army Brother Gets Drunk

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Dear Micah,

I want to tell you about something that happened to me a couple weeks ago,
but you have to promise never to tell anyone or even show this email. Since
you told me all the stuff about your mom and her addiction, I thought I
could trust you to share what happened to me. Just promise me you won't
tell anyone, and promise me even more that you won't think I'm a gross or
horrible person? I mean, we've been emailing back and forth for like 6
months, and you're my only real friend. I think you're probably my best
friend. I can't believe we kept talking after that school project - I hope
Australia is as fun as you make it sound.. I really want to come visit you
some day.

Okay, I'm not sure how to start... but in school, they taught us that when
you write a story, fiction or true, you should always give your reader a
'peek' into the characters. So, I'm going to give you a bit about me and my
family. Then I'll tell you about the night my brother got a bit drunk and
things changed forever. Some of this you already know from our other
emails, but I wanted to give you an idea of things.

So, let's see. I think I told you that Mom and Dad have been married for
like, 25 years. They had my older sister, Julie, back before they were
married, and she's 26. Which I guess is like, some kind of sin. I dunno,
they didn't raise us with any church or religion, but I know that I am
circumsized because my Grandma on my Mom's side said they had to respect
God's wishes. I don't see why they did it to me, since my brother is not
cut. He never got any of the rules or anything I have, which really
sucks. I don't even get my own computer.. I have to do all this from my
iPad!

My brother's name is Josh, and he's 24. We are so far apart in age, I never
really got to have a big brother. I mean, by the time I was in
kindergarten, he had already joined the Army. I barely knew him until he
came back home. I think I was like 9 when he got back from the Army the
first time. Not that it mattered, he acted like I didn't even exist. As
soon as he could, he took another tour with the Army, and just like that,
he was gone.

All that changed 2 months ago. I told you that my sister got engaged,
right? Well, she's back home now, in her old room, while her and Mom do all
this crazy planning for the wedding. The house is full of like, color
patches, and test dresses, and all that. They practically FILLED Josh's
room with all kinds of wedding stuff. Which pissed him off to no end when
he got home. At the beginning of summer break, he came home, and everyone
was so happy - but when he saw what they did to his room, he kind of blew
up. He was yelling at Julie that he came all the way home just to be at her
wedding, and this is how he gets paid back? I thought it was kinda rude for
him to blow up like that, since Julie and Mom didn't even know he would be
home.

Mom says he's always been like that. She called it something like a
'dominant personality'. Mom says that he's not a bad boy, but that he has
to have things a certain way, and sometimes he gets frustrated easy. Dad
said that the Army really helped him with that, and that before when he was
a kid, he use to punch the walls, and break things when he got mad! I am
glad I don't remember any of that.

Anyway, he came rushing down the stairs, and was all, 'where am I going to
sleep?'. Dad grabbed him and took him out to the garage. My Dad is a big
guy, and even Josh, who's like 6 feet tall and really built, wouldn't dare
to fight him. Oh, yeah, I didn't tell you what Josh looks like. So, I told
you he's 6 feet. That's 1.8 Meters, per Google. You use meters over there,
right? Anyway, he's got over a foot taller than me, and he's kinda
built. The Army makes you work out all the time. He's got big arms, and abs
too! As for the rest, my mom says he's a 'spitting' image. We have the same
rusty blonde hair, blue eyes, and I guess the same smile. Julie says that
people use to think that Josh had a kid, with how much I look like him,
well, when he was my age. I told you he's also uncut, but since you and I
already talked about our junk, I'll tell you. He's MUCH bigger than
me. Like, bigger than you too! I know you're 13, so I will grow too, but
he's got to be like 3" longer than my 5".

So Dad took him out to the garage. I know that's where Dad usually goes to
sneak a cigarette that he thinks we don't know about. They came back in
about 15 minutes later, and they were both laughing. I have no clue what
they said, but all I know is that they made some choices about things. The
main choice? My room. Dad actually got him to agree to stay in MY
room. Without asking me, and Josh agreed to it! I was so pissed. Dad told
me that I have the bunk beds, and that it would be great to have a big
brother to talk to and stuff. I never really had him around before, why did
I need him now? But what could I do? Josh came up to me later that day and
was like, 'I don't like it either kid, but don't worry, I don't snore.' I
just rolled my eyes, but I was kind of curious at the same time. I really
didn't know him, so maybe it would be cool to hear his Army stories.

Well, that didn't happen. He was always gone. Most of the time, he would
come home in the middle of the night. He claimed the top bunk, my bunk, so
every night he would step on my bed to get up there. When he came in the
room, he always threw his clothes in the corner. Like I need to see my
brother naked! I got used to ignoring it, but he always smelled like beer
and cigarettes. And he does snore. At least when he drinks.

Well, finally the wedding came. All us guys, including Julie's
fiancé, had to go to the basement to get ready. I guess none of us
were allowed to see Julie until the wedding ceremony. It's another
religious thing. So we are all stuck downstairs, waiting to get ready. The
wedding wasn't for like an hour, and it was a hot summer day. Dad and Josh
were complaining about the heat up the stairs to mom, and she just yelled
back 'well you don't have to be dressed for another hour! Why are you all
dressed up already?' None of us were in our tuxes yet - we were still in
normal clothes, so Julie's future husband, Tom, was like, 'yeah, let's
relax a bit'. So, right there, in front of us all, he starts getting all
naked and stuff. Dad and Josh didn't think anything about it - so they pop
off shirts, and before I know it, they are all in underwear, and I am the
only guy wearing jeans.  Dad looks over at me, knowing I was a bit shy, and
was like, 'Dade, it's really hot - you should cool down a bit. Don't worry,
no one cares - we're all guys.'

This was probably the most embarrassing thing in my life. They started to
chat and opened a couple sodas while I turned around to take some clothes
off. But the funny thing? No one cared. When I was finally in my underwear,
and I turned around? They were watching the TV and just lounging
around. Now, I wasn't trying to scam on dudes or anything, but I did take a
look. They were all pretty fit. My brother was pretty hairless, like me,
except on his legs and arms. Dad and Tom were pretty hairy. Dad had a
little tummy, and Tom was thicker than Dad.. but it looked like Tom worked
out. He was pretty solid. Overall, though, Josh was the winner. He was all
muscle, and had no stomach at all. He was also the only one wearing
briefs. Dad and Tom had boxers, and I wear boxer-briefs. Again, not trying
to be gay or anything, but Josh had a big bulge. Dad and Tom kinda flopped
there, but Josh was very visible. I don't think he was hard or anything, I
just think he was big.

Eventually, my mom called down to make sure we were getting ready. We all
got into the tuxedos, and Dad helped me with some middle thing I didn't
get, and my tie. I'll send you a pic, cuz I think I looked like a Spy or
double agent or something. I got to slick my hair back, and I was all
like.. grown up. Even Josh, who never talks to me, told me so. As I was
going upstairs, he pulled me back a bit and was like 'hey bro, you look
pretty hot. Be careful at the wedding - don't get anyone pregnant.' We both
laughed, but I didn't get it at first. Then I realized what he meant. I
didn't think any girls would want to have sex with me from the wedding, but
I guess the look was pretty good.

The wedding was SUPER boring. Like an hour of some priest talking about
sanctity and promises and all that. I was a groomsman, so I had to stand
there and just pretend to be interested the whole time. I swear I was
sleeping with my eyes open. When it was finally over, we had 20 minutes for
the wedding team to change up the backyard from the wedding thing into a
reception hall. Thankfully, the weather had cooled down, and they thought
it might rain, but it didn't.

The part after the wedding was the best part ofd the day. I got to see old
people dance - and trust me, it wasn't good. I am not much of a dancer, but
there was this girl from Tom's family that was there, about my age. She
kept coming over to ask if I liked the song, and finally my sister walked
over with her. 'Dade, when a girl asks you if she likes a song, that means
she wants to dance. Now you two - go!' So, I had my first dance with a
girl. It was fun, but embarrassing. My family kept looking at me like I was
some kind of.. I dunno.. Like a puppy that just barked for the first time
or something. I think Josh could tell I was weird about it, because he
tapped me on the shoulder and took over. I walked back to the table, and
the girl I was dancing with practically wet her pants. She was dancing with
my brother.. who looked much hotter than me, I would say.

When the song was over, Josh went up to the bar, and came back with four
shots. I remember looking at him funny, and he just laughed and handed me
two. Another first for me. I watched him do the first shot, and I did it
too. It tasted like peppermint. Mom told me later that it was 'schnapps'
and that he shouldn't have given me them. I don't think I will do them
again, but it was fun to have a thing with my brother. Josh gave me one
more shot, and took one for himself, but his wasn't clear, it was dark and
smelled like peppermint. He hopped up, and I watched him walk up to one of
the bridesmaids. They went to dance for a bit, and I got distracted with
cake. It was good, like three kinds of chocolate. When I checked back, I
couldn't find Josh, but who cares, it was the first day in forever that he
was being cool. And I was a little giggly after that.

When the night was over, most of the people had left, and the band was
wrapping up cords. Dad and Mom were thanking people, and my sister and Tom
had changed into their travel clothes. They were going to stay at a hotel,
and then fly out on their trip to Hawaii. I was really tired, maybe I was
drunk? I hugged mom and headed to bed. Still didn't see Josh, but now that
all the wedding stuff was out of his room, I guessed he would crash there
now.

So, yeah.. that's actually what I was going to talk about. OK, so - really,
this is top secret, ok?

I took off all my clothes, because I was finally in my room by myself. When
Josh was staying in the top bunk, I always wore basketball shorts and a
shirt. I kinda get morning wood everyday, and didn't want him to see
that. Anyway, I'm not sure why, but I had kinda gotten used to sleeping on
the bottom bunk, so after I was naked, I thought about jerking it. Before I
knew it, I crashed on top the covers. It was still hot in the bedroom, even
though it had cooled off outside. I didn't even blow my wad!

I don't know what time it was, but at some time after I had fallen asleep,
I felt someone on my bed. I was on my stomach, and there was a hand on my
leg. I didn't move at first, because I was weirded out. But then I smelled
the alcohol and smoke. It was Josh. I moved a bit, turned to look at him,
and mumbled something - I think it was like, 'go to bed' or something. He
didn't move, and I was too tired to care, so I think I fell back asleep. I
remember wondering why he didn't sleep in his own room? I woke up again,
and I realized that he was still there. Only, this time, he was naked. I
mean, NAKED. I didn't notice if he was the first time, but this time, I
could tell. He was completely on my bed now, kind of hovering over me. I
could feel him behind me, but I couldn't tell what was going on. I was
still on my stomach, but I turned my head to see what was going on. At
first, he didn't move. He was just sitting there, on his knees, kind of in
between my legs. I couldn't see everything, but I could feel the heat from
his legs in between mine. I was getting really weirded out, because he was
naked, and I was naked, so I asked him what's going on. He didn't talk at
first, and I was about to ask again. I was tired, and I think a little
foggy from the drinks. I started to pull my legs away, so I could turn
around, and kind of cover up my body. I didn't want him to see my junk, you
know? But when I started to pull away, he spoke. His voice was scratchy,
and slurred. "Stop moving." He said. It was rough. Almost mean. I knew that
voice. It's the voice he used when he was mad about his room being taken
over. I suddenly remembered all the things my parents told me about when he
is in a mood - so I stopped moving.

In a second, he yanked my leg back so i was flat on my stomach again. Then
he started talking. I can repeat it in my head over and over. "That fucking
bitch Shelia, she's nothing but a cock tease, you know that, Dade?" I
didn't know how to reply. He was mad at Shelia? I didn't move, and I felt
him jiggle a bit behind me.

He continued talking a bit. "You know, she whored up against me all fucking
night, and then just left without even a hand job? She
just.. disappeared. Tom said she's 'not that kind of girl'... yeah
right. She was practically fucking me all night, then leaves me hanging."

I really didn't understand why he was telling me all of this, but I knew it
was weird that he was in my bed like this. It was clear that he wanted to
have sex with Shelia, and she didn't. I started to shift my weight a bit,
and again tried to turn around to look at him. I thought maybe we could
talk face to face. But when I did, he put his hands on my thighs to hold me
in place. I froze again, and felt him put weight on his arms. "I
said. Don't. Move." I was pretty scared at that point.

"You don't get what it's like. I was in the army for years. I finally get a
fucking free night, and the bitch won't get me laid. I'm stuck jerking off
again."  He pulled off my legs, and got back to his haunched position. Now
I knew what the jiggling motion was. He was jerking off behind me!  I
didn't know what to do.. so I used all my guts and whispered, "Why are you
back there?"  I closed my eyes, and expected to get more forced
positioning. He just laughed. Like, really laughed. This was so confusing.
I didn't dare move. I felt him stumble a bit as he put both knees closer to
me. he was now completely between my legs, and I could feel his knee caps
at the crack of my butt.

"Dade, I'm not gonna lie. I'm a bit drunk. ha, a lot drunk. Well, not a
lot, ok, yeah, a lot. I haven't had sex in weeks, I haven't jerked off
since I was stuck in this room with you - but you know what? It's ok." He
slurred most of it, but I understood.  He continued, "I got in here
tonight, and I saw something. Something I think I want. It's not like I'm a
fag or nothing, but I am so fucking horn..." he trailed off a bit, but I
got the message. As he trailed off, I felt him put his hands on my
butt. his right hand was all greasy, and he started massaging my butt.

"Josh, come on man, why don't you go to your bed and just.. uhm.. jerk it
off or something? That's what I do?" I was now completely aware of what was
happening. Josh had been jerking off looking at my ass, and now that I was
awake, he was touching me. I was afraid, but at the same time, it kind of
felt good. Maybe I was still drunk too?

He coughed a bit, and moved his hands up to my shoulders. It was right then
that i felt it. He had a boner, and it was touching me. He put his arms on
my back, and kind of massaged me a bit. It felt good, but I didn't know
what he was planning next.

"Hey, Yeah, hey, You ever been laid, lil'brother?" is what he asked me. I
had no room for pride, so I shook my head. When I did, I felt him lift
up. He put weight on my back, and arched a bit. he came back down, and his
whole body was now on top of me. I could now feel his chest on my back, his
abs lower.. and his dick. It was hard as a rock, mashed between my butt and
his tummy. He wiggled a bit, and i realized, he was trying to get his cock
in between my butt cheeks.

At this point, I started to resist. I wasn't gay, and this was pretty close
to being gay. He had his full weight on me, and I was pretty helpless. His
arm slid through my pillow, under my neck, and he held me, and i felt him
choking me a little.

"Listen Bro. I ain't a fag or gay or anything. You're not either. I just
need to get off. It'll be quick." I felt my eyes go wide. He was gonna try
to put that huge dick in me?

"You're not gonna.. Josh, you want to stick it in me? Please don't!"  I
started to struggle again, and he tightened his grip. I couldn't
breathe. His other hand went down to my butt, and I felt the grease from
his hand on my butt. Then he started to push his finger into my hole. It
hurt! A lot! I was trying to yell or scream, but he had not given me much
to breathe, and he moved his hand to cover my mouth.

He shoved his whole body on me, and growled. "Look, just shut up, ok? My
Army buddies used to do this all the fuckin' time. You'll like it. They
did."

I felt him move his finger in and out, and I could feel my eyes tearing up
a bit. I couldn't scream. I was stuck. He was SO strong. He pulled his hand
away from my ass, and I heard him spit. Then it happened. His dick started
to push at my butthole. I tightened up and started to freak. I thrashed a
bit, and tried to get him off me, but that's when he got mad. The hand that
had been fingering me reached up and he slapped the back of my
head. Hard. "I told you. Dade. Don't move. I'll be done. In. A. Minute. Now
relax, or this is gonna fucking HURT."

I stopped moving, and he spit in his hand again. This time, there was no
warning. I felt him position his dick.. and I saw stars.

He didn't wait for me to adjust. He didn't wait for me to stretch. In one
swift slam of his body weight, all of his length was in me. I couldn't
scream. I couldn't do anything. I think I may have passed out for a second.

When I realized what had happened, he had changed position a bit. His full
length was still in me, but he had stopped covering my mouth. His hands
were on my shoulders, holding himself up. He stayed there for a few
seconds. I still couldn't make a sound, but now I could feel the pain. My
whole ass felt like it had been ripped in half. I could feel myself crying,
but I couldn't hear anything but Josh.

"Relax. I'm in. It's so warm. Get used to it." He wasn't talking to me. He
was just talking to the air. In my mind, I kept wondering how many people
he's done this to. He knew how to do it, he knew what it felt like... Why
me?

Slowly, he started to rock his hips. I could feel him sliding against the
inside of my ass, and felt him massage my shoulders as he started a
rhythm. He was so big, I couldn't tell how far he had to pull out, but he
kept pumping. Soon, he put his chest on my back, and put his hands at my
hips. He was moving a bit faster, and then something weird happened. All
the pain I had felt was starting to dull. I don't know how, but there was
actually something that started to feel... good. I sighed, and I could feel
myself relax. I didn't want this, I thought. But it was confusing. Why does
it feel good now? I could actually now feel when he was pulling in and
out.. I could tell when he was all the way in. I could feel when he pushed
harder and his balls slapped me. It was really starting to feel good.

I think Josh noticed too, because he grunted out "There ya go. Told ya,
dude," and kept pumping. This went on for about 5 minutes, and I swear, I
didn't want to, but I started to get hard over it. Josh had been in a
rhythm, and the weight of his body had left my junk pointing down. Now that
I was getting hard, it started to hurt. I didn't know it he was ok to talk
to, but I had to try. It felt good to have him inside me, and I didn't want
my dick to hurt.

"Josh...ugh, ugh... Josh.. my.. my.. dick..." I had to say between him
pushing into me. I repeated it again. "Josh? Hey..."

He pushed all the way in, and realized I was talking. "What, dude, I'm not
done yet." He wasn't mad anymore; his voice was actually more like.. he was
in need? I dunno.

So I tried again. "Josh, uh, my dick is stuck down, can you lift up a bit?"
I pleaded.

At this point, he was still paused, deep in me. As soon as I said that, he
laughed again, and pulled my hips back. Before I knew it, I was on all
fours, to support myself. He didn't come out even an inch from my ass.

"Dude, you are hard? Told you it'll feel good. I'm close to busting, so I'm
gonna flip ya." I had no idea what he meant - but before I could ask, he
grabbed my leg and spun me on my back. He anchored my ankles on his
shoulders, and pulled my hips back to his cock. I felt him get even deeper,
and gasped. My own cock was hard as a rock, but I didn't even think of
touching it. He looked down at me, and I could see him all sweaty, shadowed
and hard.  He started to pump into me again, holding my thighs to keep his
cock in me.. I felt a whole new set of sensations, and I can tell you, not
one of them hurt at all.. The stars in my brain had turned into waves of
heat and shivers. I think I zoned out for a bit as he started to pump in me
faster.

It wasn't until he said my name that I actually heard
him. "Dude... Dude.. DADE... I'm getting close here. If you're gonna nut,
you better jerk it now." I looked at him. He was biting his bottom lip, and
he had lifted me up even more to get into me deeper. I don't know what came
over me, but I took his advice and covered my mouth. Like him, i used spit,
and gobbed as much as I could onto my dick. I didn't know how close I was,
but after jerking 5-6 pumps, I was already close. I started to whine a bit,
and I think he knew I was ready. He started to pound on me, really hard,
and fast... and I did it.. I blasted the biggest wad of cum I've ever
had. I couldn't even describe the feeling. I hit my FACE with it! I mean,
he had me at some weird angle, so I was kind of facing that direction, but
it was spurt after spurt. I couldn't stop the feeling, and it was so
good. I convulsed and felt all my muscles tighten.

"Fuck man, what are you fucking doing.. oh god, that's fucking it! Fuck,
you're ass is gripping.. gripp... gahhh!" He practically shouted. I was
aware now that his cock was spasming too, and he was blowing his wad.. IN
me... and my muscles did it. He pushed deep inside me, and held me
tight. Once again, he told me not to move, and I felt him spasm a bit
more. When he was done, i felt him pull a bit out, then he did something
really weird. He leaned down, kissed me, then licked the cum off my face!

I was completely exhausted, and I couldn't even think. What the heck had
happened? Did this really happen? I mean, did I just have sex.. with Josh?
Was this my first time? I mean, it wasn't with a girl, so.. was that it? I
was still confused.

Josh seemed to clear up as well. He pulled out, very slowly, then slid his
fingers on my ass. He grabbed a shirt from the floor, and wiped himself
off, then wiped me up. I felt like a little kid, but yet I didn't protest
or move. Josh sat up, putting his feet on the floor. A moment later, he
jumped up to the top bunk and plopped down. I couldn't think about
anything, and I wasn't sure what to do. I reached down to feel my ass... it
was still all gooey, and i could feel my butthole was still really kind of
open. I didn't know what to do.

At that moment, Josh peered over the edge, down at me. "Dade. 1. This never
happened. Got it? 2. Your hole will be fine, but sore. Don't worry. 3. I
really needed that, and you were fucking amazing. Go to bed. This never
happened."

Ten minutes later, he was snoring. I fell asleep a few minutes later. He
was right. The next morning I was so sore!

I came downstairs, and he and Mom were at the kitchen table. They were
laughing about something, and I caught the end of Josh's conversation,
"..and Dade wanted to know what it's like in the Army. Sometimes, you just
have to be one of the guys, get a drink or two, and deal with guy stuff."
Mom just shook her head, "Well, no more alcohol. He's 11. Let him be a man
on his own time."  Josh looked at me, nodded, and simply said, "I think
he's as much of a man as anyone."

I didn't know what to say, so I just got breakfast. After that, Josh and I
were cool. He hangs out with me, we talk, he drives me around, and a couple
other things... but I'll save that for another email, if you still want to
talk to me after that.

I mean, I don't think I am gay or anything.. but Josh taught me what it
would be like if I was. We'll see. I have a date with that girl from the
wedding - she lives like one school district over. I don't know what will
happen.

Write me back, mate!
Dade