Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 05:08:17 +0000 (UTC) From: JoshRJosh Subject: gay male incest A Brother's Love (2) part eleven Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this material is illegal where you live. This story belongs to JoshR. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Nifty.org is a great site and it is FREE and run by a dedicated person who gives of his time and energy. Please DONATE. Oh yeah, and thank you for the kind emails. They are very much appreciated. A Brother's love (2) part Eleven Sean and I got together on any Saturday that his mother had plans not to be at home. Once we tried to mess around in his room while she was home but she had no qualms about just opening his bedroom door and asking him one thing or another. We did get together again just before Thanksgiving. I began to understand that I thought about Sean idifferently. I liked Jamie, I was attracted to Jamie, I loved Jamie, but as a friend, a very good friend, someone I trusted, and with whom I enjoyed having sex. Sean, I believed, was struggling with being gay like I was. I thought he was and I thought he thought I was. But we didn't talk about it. My attraction to him was different than my attraction to Jamie. Simply, I thought I could be Sean's boyfriend. That excited me and scared me. I spent nights thinking about whether or not to talk to Sean and then decided against it. I was filling out applications to college. In nine months we'd be going our separate ways. I had sent an application to UX like David wanted. We had Thanksgiving at my grandparent's house. I ate. High school swim meets started again. The coach had me doing the butterfly in the 200 medley relay, the 100 backstroke and the last place in the 200 freestyle. I took first place and bested my best time. I was excited. Sean swam the medley and the freestyle relays, as I did, but he swam the breaststroke. Before his race I told him if he won, I'd blow him. He laughed and turned red and said, "You're on." He won. "I owe you," I said. "Shut up, you're giving me wood." I got home from swim practice one day and my mother said to me, "You got mail from UX. I opened it. It was a letter from the UX athletic department. They wanted to meet with me. I stared at the letter and read it four times. I wanted to dance and laugh and jump in the air, but I didn't. She asked me what it was. I very matter-of-factly told her what it was. She said, "Is that one of the college you applied to?" This is what my mother does. She isn't so clueless to believe a college would send me a letter if I hadn't applied. But what she is saying is, you, what you do, hold no interest to me. "I told you I applied to UX." "You applied to several colleges. I can't remember them all." "That's where David goes to school." "Oh really. And you want to go there too?" I swear she lives on another planet. I went to my room. This is the letter David received, I said to myself. I have to go. But when? How? I called David. "I got a letter." "I know. The coach told me." "I'm coming up." "I know," he said and laughed. "But when? How am I going to get there? I can't drive. Dad won't pay for me to go." "I called Granddad. He's made reservations for you to fly up." "No way. Are you kidding? Awesome. When? Really? The letter says that I should call to make an appointment." "I talked to the coach. He said anytime after Christmas. I made you an appointment for the 27th." "When should I come up? "You're out of school Friday the week before Christmas, right?" "Yeah." "And you go to school the 4th of January." "Yeah. How long can I stay?" "I'm done with finals on the 12th. So I'll be done before you get out. Anyway, Granddad made you reservation for Saturday." "You mean the Saturday after Christmas or the Saturday after I get out of school." "Saturday after you get out of school." "I'm spending Christmas with you?" "Yeah. My roommate is going home. He'll be gone," My legs felt weeak. I sat on my bed. "Wait, are you for real. I mean really." "Yes. My roommate is going home before you get here. He's coming back on the 2nd, and you're flying home on the 2nd." I laughed. "So that's like two weeks?" "A little more. Is that okay?" "You're kidding right? Wait? Will Dad let me go for that long?" "Granddad is going to call him. He paid for your tickets. Don't worry about it." Very excitedly I said, "I can't believe this. I mean I can't believe this. How long have you known?" He laughed. "About a week, but I didn't want to say anything. I wanted it to be official from them." I called my grandparents and thanked them over and over again. My grandfather said, "The excitement in your voice is all the thanks I need." My grandmother said, "You're such a good boy and your brother deserves to be happy for the holidays. We love you both." Then my grandfather said, "Josh, please always remember that we love you unconditionally. Never think that there is anything you could tell us that would change that. I am not your father." It kind of threw me back. What was he saying, I wondered. I felt that pulse of anxiety you get when caught off guard. "Thank you, Granddad. I do know that. But sometimes I just forget." My father never said a word to me about my college visit or when I would leave or return. I assumed his father spoke to him. I asked my mother if she would drive me to the airport. "You don't want to spend Christmas with your family and you want me to take you to the airport," was her response. "I AM spending Christmas with family," I snapped back. "David. He's still family to me." "I'm afraid I'm busy," she said. I asked Sean to drive me. I called Jamie. He had asked me to get together with him over Christmas holidays. He said, "I know, I was talking to your brother. I'm happy that you'll get to see him. When are you coming back?" "Ah, I think the 2nd." "Well we might still be able to get together when you get back. If not, then there is always spring break." "Yeah, sure. Let's see if we can when I get back, but it would have to be on a weekend." "I'll figure something out." Sean dropped me off at the airport. I was so excited I forgot my suitcase. He honked his horn. I turn. He pointed to the trunk. I thought they'd never board the plan. When the fuck is this thing going to take off, I wondered staring out the window. I counted the minutes until the plan would land. Finally it did. There was a shuttle that went from the airport to the campus. I found the area outside where the shuttle would arrive. It was colder there than at home. David told me it would be and to wear my ski jacket. I did. But I was wearing my Nikes. I had to wait for an hour for it to arrive. I could have waited inside, but I feared I'd miss it. So I sat on the bench. Except for my feet and face, I was able to stay warm by pacing every once in a while. By the time it pulled up, my toes were numb. When it pulled up, it was packed with students and luggage going to the airport. There were only two of us going to the campus. I gave the driver my prepaid ticket that my granddad got for me. I asked how long it would take. "Forty-five minutes," the driver said. I sat. I said to myself, He tells me to wear my ski jacket and I wear tennis shoes. Dumb. In truth I was too excited to think much about what to wear. It was already after six at night. I ate breakfast but forgot to have lunch. I bought a snack bar and a banana at the airport. I sat and wolfed it down as we made our way onto the highway. When David and I talked that morning. He told me where the shuttle would drop me off. "I'll be there," he said. "You'll get in at about 7." I must have checked my watch two hundred times as the shuttle plodded along. It felt like someone on a skateboard could have made better time. Finally, he pulled off the highway. My face tingled. I saw signs directing us toward the university. My heart was pounding in my chest. We made our way down a tree-lined street that had Christmas lights wrapped around the tree trunks. Banners hung from street lamps celebrating the holidays and the university. I peered ahead, trying to see if I could see the school. Would I know it if I saw it? We stopped at a light. Ahead of us was the entrance to the university. I put my hand on my backpack. I was so excited that tears filled my eyes. I would be seeing David in minutes. I could be here in nine months. I had only seen the entrance and I decided it was the most beautiful place on earth. We drove onto campus and into a parking lot. I looked around for David. I didn't see him. The van stopped, the lights came on. I grabbed my backpack, glancing out the window. Where is he? I got my suitcase. I stepped out of the van and looked around. I saw David walking toward me. He had the biggest smile. I smiled. I laughed. We hugged. I held on to him for the longest time. He looked me over. "Tennis shoes?" "Yeah, I know." "We'll go to my apartment. I have a pair of shoes you can wear. We're the same size." I chuckled. "Our feet. Damn, I know what you have on your mind." I laughed. "Have you eaten?" he said as we started walking. "Banana and a bar." "Okay, I haven't had dinner. I figured you'd be starving. We'll drop your stuff off and then go for burgers." "It's beautiful here. I mean I didn't know the town would be so nice." "It's a college town. Yeah, it is beautiful." He put his arm around me and his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me toward him. "I'm so excited you're here. I've been counting the days." "Minutes," I said. "I've been counting minutes." He laughed. "You're going to be living here in nine months. You'll love it." I nodded with the biggest smile. It was the first time in months that I felt excited, happy to my core and alive. We went to his apartment. It was small but nice. There were two double beds and two dressers of drawers and a chair in the bedroom. One bed was a mess and one bed was made. I knew that David's bed was the one made. The living room had two desks, a sofa and chair and book selves and a TV. There was a small kitchen and an area between the kitchen and living room that had the table and chairs. I had to pee. The bathroom had a bathtub shower. "Nice," I said. "John's area is a mess. I told him to clean it up, but he was in a rush to leave. I have extra sheets, so I can make up his bed for you." "I'm fine with sleeping with you in your bed if that's okay." He smiled and nodded. "Let's get dinner." We had burgers and fries. "Most people have gone home, but some are still here," he said. "Tomorrow we'll check out the campus. I'll show you the pool, the dorms." "Do you have to live in the dorms?" "Well, yeah, the first year. It's a good way to make friends." "I thought we'd live together." "Maybe the year after. Believe me, we'll see each other everyday and you should really get involved in campus life. It's a lot easier living in the dorms. In an apartment you're more isolated and have to make an effort." My disappointment must have shown. "Josh, if you're wanting alone time, we'll have alone time, but really you should make friends. I'll only be here for two years after you arrive." I nodded. He's always being the big brother, I thought. We walked around for a while, checking out the area. Then we headed to his apartment. When we got there, he said, "I need a shower. I cleared out a drawer for you." He pulled it open. "You can hang up stuff here," he said opening the closet. "I'll jump in after you," I said as I started to unpack. He undressed. He looked like he was in better shape than the last time I saw him naked over eighteen months ago. He went into the bathroom. I finished unpacking. I undressed. I was nervous and excited. I knew what I wanted to happen, but didn't know if he'd be okay with it. Of course I had a hard on. Naked, I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. He opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower. It was still running. "This is your towel," he said pointing. He glanced down at my erection. "Did that thing get bigger?" I laughed. "No." My cock swung from side to side as I stepped into the shower. "I've got your favorite breakfast for tomorrow." "French toast?" "And bacon." I heard him leave the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and thought about what he said. He had my favorite breakfast. That's what my grandmother always said when I stayed at her house. She'd sing out, "I have Josh's favorite for breakfast tomorrow." She sang it in a way that I could hear that she was excited about pleasing me. It always made me feel special. It was never I have David's or Sarah's favorite breakfast. I wondered why. I soaped up and rinsed off. I was so turned on. I had jerked off the night before, but I was feeling extremely horny. I walked into the bedroom. He was lying on the bed naked. He had an erection. I reached out to turn off the light. "Leave it on. I want to see you." I climbed into bed beside him. He rolled onto his side and put his hand on my chest. "Your body has matured a lot since I left home." "You saw me last summer." He moved his hand to my abs. "Do you have ANY body fat?" I chuckled. "Yeah, on my butt. My body isn't as good as yours." He brushed the head of my cock with his fingers. It pulsed. He took hold of my cock. I reached for his and wrapped my fingers around it. I said, "I'm so turned on I feel like I could come." He smiled and said, "Yum." I watched as he moved, scooting down. Did he mean yum like in when we'd jerk off onto each other's face and get it in our mouth," I wondered. He leaned over me. Or did he mean. And then I felt his mouth on my cock. "Oh wow," I moaned. It was like I had never felt a mouth on my cock before. My body trembled with pleasure. I glanced down. I watched as David ran his tongue around my cock head and then watched it disappear into his mouth. "Oh David." My body tingled all over. I touched his head. He ran his tongue down the length of my cock. He licked my balls and then went back to sucking my dick. A moment later I said, "Oh fuck, David, I'm close already." This is happening, finally this is happening and it's better than I thought it would be, I said to myself. "Oh Fuck, David." I watched as his head moved up and down. My legs went rigid. They began to shake. I moaned loudly. I felt cum moving through my cock. "Oh fuck," I groaned grabbing the sheets. My abs tightened. My shoulders lifted off the mattress and then I lay flat as my body gave into pulse after pulse of my orgasm and pleasure. I came. I felt him swallow. I came some more. He swallowed and swallowed. When finally I stopped coming, he gently licked my cock, balls to head, head to balls. He looked up at me and smiled and then kissed the head of my cock. He kept licking and taking my still hard cock deep into his mouth. My body twitched. I pulled him up to me. He lay beside me. I pushed him so he was lying on his back. I moved on top of him and said, "Hold me." He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back and head. I looked at him and said, "That was amazing." He smiled. "I came fast, I usually don't, but I did. And I cane alot." He laughed. "I've seen you come before, remember." He held me. "No one other than me has ever come in my mouth," he said. "But I've eaten your cum before." "I've eaten your cum before too." He chuckled as I began moving down on him. His cock rested on his stomach. Without touching it, I licked the head of his cock. It pulsed. He sighed. I licked his cock, head to balls and then licked his ball sac, moving his balls around. I licked the shaft of his cock and then took it into my mouth. His body trembled and he sighed. Soon after David arrived at school he was dating a girl. That didn't last. Months later he dated a girl for several months and then that ended. He had assured me that he was fine with it ending. "It wasn't anything serious," he said. Since then he hadn't dated. He was concentrating on studies and swimming. "I can't afford to lose my scholarship," he told me. I took him deep into my mouth and moved up and down on it. He put his hand on my head and ran his hand through my hair. I sucked, I licked, I took him deep into my throat. I did not stroke his cock. I wanted to make him come with my mouth. I felt his cock head getting firm. I stopped sucking and licked. He sighed. I took him deep and moved slowly. He sighed. "I'm close." I pressed his cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He came. He came a lot and hard. I held on as he squirmed. I swallowed and listened to him breathing hard and saying, "Oh fuck," over and over. When he was done coming, I gently licked and sucked and kissed his cock as he had done to me. I glanced up at him. He was watching me. I moved up and lay on top of him. He held me and again ran his fingers through my hair. I said, "I love you, David." "I know you do. I love you, too." We lay quietly for a while. I half moved off him and looked at him. "When you lived at home, you know when you went camping with Tyler and he gave you head and then later you gave him head, why didn't we do it?" He pressed my head down onto his chest. "A couple of reasons I guess. You might think they're stupid, but at the time they made sense to me." "What?" "Well, you looked up to me. You always wanted to do everything that I did." "I didn't want to fuck girls." He laughed. "I think I was afraid that if I suggested it, you'd do it because it was me suggesting it. I mean I kind of thought you wanted to do it, but I kind of felt you'd do it because I suggested it. That was bothering me." I nodded. "I get that." "You were young. I mean you weren't even sixteen. If you were fifteen and gonna fuck some girl or get head from her, I'd say, go for it. But," "I wasn't legal." "Well, that's what I told Jamie. I knew he was hot for you." "He's hot for you." "Yeah, I know. But I just thought fourteen, fifteen is kind of young to suck a guys dick." "If you're a guy." "Yeah, I guess. And I knew that if Dad found out he wouldn't have me just thrown out. He'd have me arrested and put in jail." I nodded. "I so wanted to do it to you. I used to jerk off and think about it." He chuckled. "You're better at it than I am," he said, "But I'll get better." I laughed. "You made me come pretty quickly." "Yeah, but I didn't want to do that." "Ah, I was ready to come before you even put your mouth on me." He rolled me over onto my back. "Well, let's see if I can do better." He started down on me. "Don't tell me you're getting close." "Okay." He sucked and licked, played with my balls and moved his fingers over my butt hole. I put my hand on his head and held him by the hair. I noticed that he had an erection. I realized he was enjoying what he was doing. He wasn't doing this just to pleasure me, but because it gave him pleasure. I knew what that was like; the pleasure of sucking on a cock. He sucked and licked until I felt that I was getting close. I didn't say anything. He stopped giving me head, looked up at me and smiled. I laughed. He laughed and then licked the head of my cock. My hips thrust upward and I sighed. He smiled and licked around my head again. My body trembled. He licked my balls and then went back to my cock. Again I got close and again he stopped. I tried to lie still but my cock was giving me away. He looked up at me and said, "You want to come." "Please," I said. "And remember, I get payback." He smiled and nodded. "Looking forward to it." I came in his mouth again. He swallowed, lay back and pulled me on top of him. I relaxed in his arms. "You ever mess with any other guys?" I asked. "A guy on the swim team a couple of months ago. One thing kind of led to another." I looked at him. "He's done it before with another guy. Just like me. He said that generally speaking he's not into guys, but he was hoping I might be as interested as him in getting to know each other in a different way. It might happen again. It might not. Either way, I'm fine." I gave him head and took my time. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I thought how I worried that this wouldn't happen. His cock head got firm. I looked up at him as I licked his balls. He smiled. I pushed his ball sac aside and licked and bit his inner thighs. He sighed and spread his legs. I licked the area between his balls and ass crack, licked and nibbled at his scrotum and then licked his shaft to his cock head. A bead of precum appeared. I licked and sucked his cock and made him ask to come. We slept as we had when we were kids. We went to sleep lying beside each other. When I woke in the middle of the night he had a leg over me, his arm over my chest and his head so close to me he was breathing into my ear. I took his hand in mine and went back to sleep. I woke in the morning and he wasn't in bed. Naked, I walked into the living room. He was sitting on the sofa in his boxer briefs reading. "Hey," he said. "Breakfast?" He stood. He glanced at my morning wood. I walked over to him and put my arms around him. He put his around me. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Still waking up." I nodded. He chuckled. "What?" "You're always slow to wake." "I'll shower." "Breakfast when you're done." We sat at the table and wolfed down French toast and bacon and coffee. Finally, I was awake. "Thank you for this. Grandma is the only one is makes this for me." "Her special grandson," he said and smiled. "I called are and asked her for the recipe." "What are we doing today?" I asked. "Thought we'd go to campus. Show you the dorms, classroom buildings, pool. Have lunch on campus. I think the bookstore and grill is still open. Then we could walk through town, shop for groceries. What do you want for dinner?" "What's ever simple." "Salad, chicken, veggies. We had enough sugar and starch for the day. Is there anything you want to do today?" I smiled. He rolled his eyes and nodded his head. I said, "How about we have a quickie before we go out or I'm going to be boned all day. Then after dinner we can relax and play." I smiled. "Quickie?" "Blow job." "Sure, how about we clean up the kitchen first." Finishing the clean up I headed for the bedroom. "Out here," David said. I looked around the living room. Sit on the sofa. I did. He knelt in front of me and pulled down my briefs. He said, "So, in case you haven't figured it out, I like watching and I like being watched." "What do you mean?" "Remember I told you Becca and I did stuff with Kevin and his girlfriend?" "Yeah." "Remember when we'd sit and jerk each other off; lights on. I really get off on having eyes on me while I'm having sex or watching someone else have sex. It's like watching porn or being in a porn video only live." I smiled, "That sounds hot. I'll watch you give me head and then you'll watch me." He said, "Yeah. Are you comfortable talking about this stuff?" "I have a raging boner. I'm more than comfortable." "I would also like to watch you jerk off some time." "You've seen me jerk off." "No, I want you to do it like I wasn't here. Like I walked in on you and you never saw me and just jerked until you came." I smiled. "Okay, that sounds interesting. Can I watch you like that?" "Definitely. And while you watch you can't jerk off. You just watch." I smiled and nodded. He said, "And one more thing. I heard that you can suck yourself and come in your mouth." "Not really. I mean I can suck the head of my dick and jerk off and come in my mouth. But I can't really give myself head." "That's fine," he said. "I'd love to watch you do that sometime." "I'm good with that, too. So, I take it we're going to have sex with the lights on." He smiled. I said, "Fuck you've got me really horny now." "So, all this is good with you?" "Absolutely." He moved toward my cock. "I have a request," I said. He sat back on his knees and smiled, "Good. What ever you want?" "Is there a sex store in town?" "Sex store. No, I don't think so. What do you need a sex store for?" "Well, I want to get some lube." "You can get that at a Walgreens." He stared at me. "What do you need lube for?" "Okay so, I was hoping that you'd fuck me tonight." He laughed. "Fuck you with my dick or," "Yes, your dick. I've never been fucked with a dick, just a dildo and I'd like to try it. Jamie had this butt plug thing that we used and then he got a dildo. We both tried that. That was fun. So, I thought tonight," I shrugged. "If you'd want to." "I've never fucked a guy." "It can't be much different than fucking a girl." He laughed. "Maybe a little." We stared at each other. "Yeah, sure. But I'm not sure I'm ready to get fucked." "That's fine." "I mean I've thought about it. It kind of interests me at least to see what it's all about." "Well, I'd be up for helping you with that," I said smiling. He laughed. "That's so big of you." We laughed. He said, "Talking about big." "I think I can handle it." "I was talking about you fucking me." "I think you can handle it." "Yeah, I'm sure I can. I'll let you know." "Deal. You fuck me tonight and when you're ready, you let me know and I'll jump on that." We both laughed. I said, "One more thing. A little thing." "Sure." "Can we be naked most of the time? I mean this morning you had underwear on." "Naked it is." "I've always wanted to just be naked, but can't do that at home." He glanced at his erection. He wiped precum from his cock. "We better blow each other," he said, "Or I'm going to come kneeling here." I smiled. "I can tell that this body and tight ass turns you on." He moved toward me, looked up and opened his mouth. I watched as he worked my cock with his mouth and tongue. I stroked his head. He'd glance up at me, my cock deep into his mouth. I noticed precum dripping from his cock. I liked that he was so turned on. We made eye contact. He ran my cock over his lips, over his cheeks, eyes and forehead as we looked at each other. Then he took me deep into his mouth and moaned. He brought me to orgasm. I moaned. He moaned as my cum filled his mouth. I watched him swallow. He licked and kissed my cock. I moved off the sofa and pushed him down onto his back and then lay on him. He chuckled and said, "You love to be held." I nodded and moved around on top of him. He said, "I'm really turned on and on the edge of coming." "Sorry." "No, I really want to come." He rolled on top of me and began rubbing against me. He held me tightly and thrust against my stomach. I had forgotten the strength of his arms. He held me with his left arm, grabbed my hair with his right hand and thrust. Then he grunted loudly. Streams of his cum shot onto my stomach. I held him and listened to him breathing hard. I said, "You like to be held." "I love it." We showered together. We went to campus. They were cleaning the dorms. They let us in to look around. We walked through the campus, classroom buildings, bookstore, libraries. We went to the gym and to the pool. It was an Olympic sized pool. The locker room looked new and clean. "We should swim while you are hear," he said. "I'm cool with that." We had lunch on campus and then headed into town. He said, "We can get tested for STD's" "What? Why?" "If you're going to be sexually active, you should think about it. Let's do it." "What? You can just get tested, just like that. Won't Mom and Dad find out?" "No. You don't have to give your name. They assign you a number." He walked me into a building. Planned parenthood. "They test you here. You can get some results right away. You won't have anySTDs, but it's a good idea. I got tested at the end of the summer." "I guess," I said nervously. He thought we'd have to make an appointment, but the place was empty. College students had left town. He went into a room and came out. I went in next. A woman drew some blood and told me to have a seat in the waiting room. About fifteen minutes later she called David in. He came out with a card. He showed it to me. HIV negative. I was next. I had the same results. We'd have to come back for other STD's. As we walked out, he said, "You're not worried are you?" "No. I mean it was only with Jamie, really. Sean and I never swallowed." "Jamie's clean," he said. "Clean?" "STD free. I told him he had to get tested for everything before you two messed around and that if he did anything with anyone without a condom he had to get tested again. You're fine. I just want you to know how this works." My big brother, I thought. We went shopping for food and then the drug store. Standing in the aisle he said, "Condoms?" "Really? I mean if you want, fine, but I'm fine without." "I've never fucked without a condom," he said. "Should be fun," I said and nudged him. "Damn, now I'm boned." "So am I." We found the lube. He took one bottle and started walking away. I grabbed another bottle and handed it to him. "That might not be enough." He laughed, shook his head and headed for the check out stand. I just left the store. I hope you are still enjoying the story. JoshRJosh@yahoo.com