Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 23:04:09 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Up To Speed

Title: Up To Speed


Author's Note:
This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any
truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...

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I wanna start by saying, I didn't know it was gonna happen, and I sure
didn't know I would like it. At least, not specifically. But, life sure did
change afterward.

See, about a year ago, I was as straight as I could be. In fact, that's
where I'll start. A year ago. I was just starting my junior year at
school. I was just about 6' tall, and I had a perfect body for
basketball. Long legs, long arms, slim build. I'm slightly on the ginger
side, with mostly reddish-blonde hair, and very little body fur. In fact,
except for the head and the bush, I'm pretty smooth.

I was just turning 17. I was dating Bella, this chick with a brain and
not-so-bad-curves. She and I shared Biology and Calc classes, so we often
would help each other with homework. Soon, we started to mess around after
school, and then we started dating. That's actually where I found out what
a blow-job felt like, AND how I knew that I was not doing so bad in the
size department. "Tomas said he was 6", and I could get him almost all the
way, so you must be bigger. You sure feel thicker, Doug," she'd say. I
didn't get to actually do her, because I didn't want to risk anything - I
don't want kids. But, during that semester, she gave me head about 6
times. She made me promise to warn her when I came, and I was happy to. I
kinda liked seeing it spurt out from her hands, jerking me the rest of the
way.

Anyway, when I hit 17, my Mom finally let me start using the car. In fact,
she said that the old Chevy Cavalier would be MINE, if I promised to take
my little brother, Dade, anywhere he needed to go, within reason. Now, it
sounds like a pain, dealing with that - but it was worth it. Dade was
already 12, and he was such a closed off kid. I mean, we got along when I
was younger, but a few months ago, when he hit jerk off age, he started
locking himself in his room. The only times he asked for rides was to go to
the Sam Goody, where he'd buy the latest pop music. I mean, I didn't go
with him, but trust me, when the room next to you plays "Walkin' on Broken
Glass" 300 times in a row, you understand that the kid isn't buying the
music for the hot chick on the cover...

Which is funny, cuz like, when I started to whack off, we had to share a
room. I was 12 or so too, and he was like, 8? Anyway, I didn't really have
much of a filter - we've always been a 'whatever' kind of family - so one
night, I thought he was asleep. I whipped it out, and started to play with
myself. My friend Jason told me to sneak some vaseline, since it would make
it feel more like the real thing. Well, he has to be wrong, since all it
did was make it sticky and smelly - but I did learn that lube can help!
Lotion, the hand kind, is the best. Though, most of the time, I don't need
it. Just some spit and a good fantasy.

Anyway, my hand is around my dick, and of course, I'm full mast straight
up, just squishing this grease all over. I'm starting to understand why
this is so awesome, just pumping my hand around what I am guessing was
about 5" of prime hardness, and out of the blue, I hear: "What'cha doin,
Douggie?"

Now, I'm pretty free with things, but this was a whole new game for me, and
I froze. There, from the neighboring bunk, was a pair of crystal blue eyes,
peeking at me. His face was completely in the light of the blue canary
nightlight in the outlet by the lightswitch that he insisted on keeping,
and I could see that he was intently looking at my now completely slick and
shiny grease-covered hard-on.

I lifted my knee, to hide my junk from his view, and that gave me an
idea. "Go back to sleep, Dade. I'm just workin' out.. a kink."

Dade, flipped on his other side, satisfied with my answer, I think. "Ok,
Douggie, but you're makin' the bed squeak lots, and it's kinda annoyin..."

I stopped moving until I heard the soft wheeze of his snore. My hard-on,
still wrapped by my left hand, had not dropped even an inch. I had an
insatiable need to continue. I don't know why, but I had to see this
through.

I slid my body off the bed, exposing my body, naked, to the light of the
night. Without letting go of my junk, I got down to my knees on the
floor. My hand began to resume it's squishing, and I felt small sparks move
through my nuts. Then again, as I stroked, up my shaft and into my
abdomen. I had tried this before at Jason's once, just two guys fuckin'
around, but something was different this time. I stroked faster, and the
vaseline was getting dry, and warm. The extra friction felt intense, and I
felt my abs tighten. My body started to tense, and my knees locked me in
place. I jerked faster, and harder, and my breathing stopped. I gasped at
nothing. I couldn't stop pumping. Fastger, and harder, I was
close... to.... The last pump sent me over. My back arched me in a way I've
never felt, and my hand slammed down the shaft to the base of my abdomen. I
felt my balls tighten hard, and the first shot of cum forced it's way from
my body. I looked down just in time to see the next shot, this one shorter,
leave the end of my dick, landing on the shag carpet rub we had in between
the beds. I caught on my breath in a gasp, catching it before my voice
could escape. My hand pumped again, instinctively, and miled out a couple
more pumps.

My body unlocked, and a full sense of relief hit me. I had cum. All the
nudie magazines and stuff that Jason had said was now true. I was a real
man.

I went to bed that night the happiest kid on the planet.

So, you have to understand when I say, 'I get it'. Dade found his pecker,
he likes to flog it, and he does it, like, a lot. Always with music really
loud. And most of the time, I didn't care. We all do it.

And today was no different. It was a Tuesday, and I had promised Mom. "Yes,
I'll drive him. No, I won't leave him at the mall. Yea, I'll make sure he
eats." After school, Mom wanted me to take Dade and his allowance to the
Mall. Dade wasn't thrilled, I think he just wanted to go home after school
(wank wank), but when I told him we could go to Orange Julius, my treat,
well, he was happier then.

When school let out that day, Bella asked what I was up to, and when she
found out about the Mall, she invited herself along. Well, I don't think
Dade liked that. I mean, the back seat was small, and that meant we'd have
to get smaller OJ's, since I couldn't leave her out.

We got to the mall, and Dade broke from us right away. He headed right to
the music store, and left us at the food court. That was fine by me. I
mean, I love the kid, but this girl likes to kiss, in public, with
tongue. Can't beat that.

We got a Cinn-e-bon and some fries, walked the circuit, said hi to the
other basketballers and such, then came back to Kiss-in-Tell. The place was
actually called "Kissingers Diamonds" but it had the best fountain, some
great reclining seats, and we all sat around there making out. The mall
used to fight us, but now they just shoo us once in a while. I was all busy
making out with Bella, when I noticed Dade in the corner of my eye.

He was sitting by himself, just sipping the Orange Julius, watching the
kids, and me, kiss. It wasn't... creepy. But it was like, you know... why
is a kid watching us? Kind of thing.

I grabbed our things, headed his way, and we popped to the car. On the way
out, Bella met up with some girls, and so it was just Dade and me for the
ride home. I made small talk, he just looked at his latest album, "Depesche
Mode".

It wasn't until 930 that he stopped playing that album. I had made dinner,
cleaned up, did my homework, and even jogged the block, and it was still
going. About 10 minutes after I got to my room, the music stopped. Finally,
he was done.

Now, I didn't think he was jerking the Whole time. But that boy. I mean, I
hope he's doing it right!

I fell asleep that night much like I always do. It's kinda gross, but I'll
tell ya. So, I take a shower, and get all nice and clean. I sleep naked, so
I strip down. It's always warm in California, so I only have sheets on the
bed, and most of the time, I don't even sleep under them. Anyway, Bella and
I have been getting pretty hot, right? I lay down, picture her taking off
her bra, sliding her mouth to my junk... it's all it takes. My left hand
starts to pump hard and fast, and in no time, I'm busting.

But the gross part? Well, I'm usually so spent after I spunk, that I like,
fall asleep with my junk in my hand, and it's usually coated in my cum. So,
in the mornings, I almost always have to shower again. Thankfully, it dries
mostly on my body, and so the sheets aren't messed up... usually.

Like I said, tonight was not really any different. I started to lay back,
and began to wank it, but the next thing I knew, my eyes shot open. I
thought I was dreaming! It was dark. The fingers of both my hands were
tangled in some light brownish-red hair. Of a head. There was a head, in my
hands. Face down. A moan escaped my lips. Someone was sucking my dick!

I could feel the stranger's tongue, and the occasional scrape of teeth as
my hands were being pulled and pushed up and down with the motion. A mouth,
making a quiet slurping sound, was desperately trying to take all of me,
each time pushing harder down.

The technique wasn't perfect - i felt the scrapes each time, and heard gags
of this small body trying to get me inside - but I couldn't help but feel
the mind-blowing effects it was doing on me. My cock was rock hard, and the
intruder on my dick was wet, and warm.

I didn't think to ask who it was as I felt my pending orgasm build. My body
pushed the head all the way down, like Bella does, when my first wave
hit. I could feel the pressure of my body against my arms, and the mumble
of the face in my lap as I shot my first squirt of cum into the willing,
but fighting throat.

Yes, now they were fighting me. I had pushed the ball of hair and moans too
far onto me, and they were gagging for air; but I couldn't help it; I woke
up to someone sucking my dick. They wanted it, and I was cumming from it.

I snapped back into reality after the first shot; my hands loosened, and
the head immediately pulled back. No words were spoken, and they accepted
the next 3 shots of cum i deposited onto their tongue.

Now, you have to get this from my view. I was dead asleep; not even 2 hours
before, I had obviously fallen asleep jerking my pud, fantasizing about
getting laid - then, I wake up to a hot mouth - though not as good as Bella
- deep on my junk?  My instincts had kicked in, and I gave up my load. It
was intense!

But, like I said. Reality. This wasn't Bella. And it wasn't a dream. I
shuffled my body, needing to see who this was. It was deathly dark in my
room, and I couldn't make out more than the moonlight allowed. Brownish
hair. Thin frame. A single voice.

"Don't tell Mom, K?"

My jaw DROPPED as the small body- the 5'2", thin as me, quiet reclusive
little brother- snuck to the door, in and out, and back to his room,
without another word.

I touched my cock. It was skippery with a mix of cum and saliva. It had
really happened.

And I had no idea what to do.

When I woke up for school, Dade was already gone, took his bike or
something. I didn't see him until that night at home, where Mom was making
dinner, and a warm smile from his face greeted me when I walked in. I
smiled back, with a question in my face. He took no notice, and grabbed a
carrot as he walked to his room. We ate dinner without him, as his usual,
and he came down to do the dishes, as his chore. Mom accepted that about
him; now, I wondered what the hell was he thinking.

I found out at 2:41am.

Yeah. That's when the bugger came in again. See, I didn't know what to
expect, if anything. So, I slept with the covers on top of me.

And at 2:41am, I woke up to my brother, NAKED, his tight little body and
hard dick, slowly pulling back the covers around my torso. I mean, he was
about 90% getting me naked when I woke up on him!

I grabbed him, and pulled him to me. Angry, but quiet, I whispered, "What
the hell...?"

He began to wheeze a bit, then I heard him start to
hyperventilate. "I...just...." he stammered.

"Calm down," I said. "Just tell me!"

"I... Just... wanted... to..." *sniffles* "What.. it's like... for boys..."

He didn't finish, but instead began to cry. I could feel his chest hiccup
as he grasped for air. I didn't have the strength or completely understand
him - so I just hugged him. I pulled him into my chest, and let him cry.

Then the hungry little jerk grabbed my cock.

I lurched him back. I felt his hands, both of them, around my still
morning-wood. He backed down from my chest, his hands on my rod, and
twisted. I moved my hands to try to sit up, but it was too late. Dade was
on his knees, and with his death grips, he had positioned me perfectly.

In a single swoop, his mouth lowered onto my dick again, and the intensity
of his hands and mouth made my arms slip back. I was laying down again, and
the gagging from his attempts to get down on me only served to lube me up.

He began to stroke me and suck me at the same time, and my mind went into
overload. I was fighting three battles. First, I couldn't yell and risk
waking up my Mother down the hall. Second, there was an insanely great
feeling of a mouth on my cock, something that has always been my weakness,
and the third, and most confusing: it was my own brother.

I fought the ecstasy he was bringing, and tried to get my legs under him. I
pulled with my arms at his shoulders. The boy, now death-gripped to my
hips, was going deeper and wetter than anyone ever had. I was losing the
battle, and my cock knew it. I started to tense, and my body couldn't hold
back.

"Dade, you gotta stop man.. i'm gonna...." and it happened. For the second
time, my load passed over this boy's lips, into his throat. His gags began,
but he didn't pull off. He stayed locked to me until the last pulse of my
penis passed.

I relented. "I'm your brother, dude."  I pleaded. "Dade, you can not do
this."  "I've got a girlfirend, I'm not a gay guy," I said.

He pulled off me, and stood up. With full confidence and a slight gurgle in
his voice, he said, "I think I'm a gay guy. And I don't want a
girlfriend. I want to be safe with my brother. I like this."

I started to protest. "Dade, you gotta see how wron-"

He stopped me. "Look, I'm gonna come back tomorrow night. IF you stop me
again, I'll never try again. If you don't stop me... well, I mean, I like
it. I think you will."

He walked to the door, and turned to me. I could see the light from the
hall. He whispered, "I won't need those records anymore, if you just let me
get you off."

The door closed. My jaw remained dropped. My brother. Was Gay. And he
wanted me.

The next night, he came to my room, but it was just after 9pm. "Can I come
in," he asked.

I was already naked, in bed. You know, my nightly routine. I didn't stop
him. This time, it was very different. I wasn't ready to
be... into... another guy. He could see that. I closed my eyes as soon as
he came in, and he turned out the lights.

"Pretend I'm a girl," he said. "I am soft, and gentle, and I have long
hair. I don't even want you to touch my dick... just pretend I'm your
girlfriend."

And I did. My mind went to Bella, the girl who gave me my first blowjobs.,
Then they went back to Sarah, in 4th grade - she touched my junk for the
first time.

My mind began to race. I could feel the soft touch of Dade's hands as he
ran them up and down my chest. He was between my legs, and I could feel his
breath on my torso. His tongue slid to my shaft, and I felt myself
flick. The tip of my dick oozed a bit as he did it, and then the feel of
his lips on the tip made me arch back.

My mind fell into pure fantasy as I felt his hot lips part and my dick
slide in. His hands were holding him as he was hovering above my dick, and
my hips had taken over. My own hands began to push on the bed, using them
as leverage. I found myself pumping my hips up and down, and his mouth
became... well, I was fucking his mouth. Only, in my head, at least for
now, it wasn't my brother. This was Mrs. Cline, from Calculus. She was
naked, except for a black bra, and my body was sliding in and out of her. I
think, no, I could hear... he moans..

"Oh, yeah, Douggie..." he whispered, between thrusts. My eyes snapped
open. My brother, panting and taking each thrust of my cock in his throat,
had his eyes tightly shut, his own shoulder-length hair scraping lightly
against my abs. This wasn't Mrs. Cline, and it wasn't a girl. It was a
guy. A guy who risked a ton, just to have my dick.

Once that thought entered my mind, there was no more fantasy. My cock was
hard as fuck, and it was because this sexy boy - my brother - the kid who
watched me jerk off - wanted nothing but me. And I was gonna give it to
him.

I put my hands to the sides of his head. As I did so, he sighed
heavily. "You want me, Dade? Well, You've got it." I held him in place with
my hands as my hips did the work. It took nothing to cum inside him now. I
warned him, and his suction just got stronger.

He swallowed it this time, without the least bit of gagging. When he left,
I listened intently. I heard him walk back to his room, but then silence.

No, wait. Squeaks. I snuck out my room and along the
hall. Whispers. "Oh...Yeah, Douggie... You taste so good... make me
your.... your... put it in me..."

That was it. It doesn't take rocket science to know where he wants this to
go. I had some thinking to do.

I really enjoyed the oral attention. But did I want him to
be.. my... lover? And what about girls?

He didn't ask for anything. Each night, he would stop by my room. Sometimes
I would let him in. Other times, he would just say goodnight. This happened
for about 3 months. Then, last week, he asked for one thing. Would I help
him cum, sometime?

Yesterday, I told him I would help him.

And now you're up to speed.


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