Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:04:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Subject: A Taste of Dylan Any gay teenager who's ever had a hunky big brother can relate to this story. Family affection is one thing, but taking it one step further is a shitload of fun! This is a fantasy tale about two brothers taking it to the next level. If the content offends you in any way you should stop reading now. Same thing if you're too young to be accessing this site! Other than those disclaimers, I hope you enjoy! I'd love to hear your reaction to my story. My email address is at the top of the page. A Taste of Dylan (Part 1) The Homecoming Friday was a big day at our house. My brother Dylan was coming home from Baghdad on leave. At 20 years old, he was my senior by three years and joined the Marines right out of high school. I couldn't wait to see him! I had a little problem, though! I was off to college next year and my parents were preparing for an empty nest by downsizing - starting with the house. Our new home only had three bedrooms and Dad had taken one as his home office. This left Dylan with no place to sleep but with me. Space wasn't the issue; my room was the future "guest suite" and it took up half the upstairs, with a huge king size bed in the sleeping area. The problem was that I'd realized several years earlier that I'm gay. And from the first time I'd ever shot a load into my own fist my big brother played a big part in my jerk off fantasies! Dylan had been a star athlete all through high school and he had the physique to show for it. When I was younger I used to sneak peeks at him coming out of the shower every chance I got! I loved watching him lounge around in his underwear, with his toned legs spread wide and his dark blond treasure trail reaching into his tight white shorts. It was like being in the middle of an A&F photo shoot! A couple of times I'd even been lucky enough to catch him beating off! The first time was when I was ten, and I had no fucking clue what he was doing! I just knew that it made my little prick hard to see him lying naked across his bed with his legs spread wide as he ran his full balls through his fingers and fucked his hard shaft into his lubed fist. His moans had scared me as I peeked through the door of the bathroom that joined our bedrooms. When he screamed out and shot long ropes of white stuff out the end of his dick I almost tripped over the pants gathered around my ankles. But I scurried back to my room and shucked off my clothes to see if I could figure out what he was doing. I could, and I really liked it! I was nonetheless a little disappointed when the tingly sensation swept through me but no white stuff came out. No worries, though, it still seemed well worth the effort! "Shit, why hasn't anybody ever told me about this!" I wondered to myself The second problem, before I move on from the issue of problems with my brother's visit, was that I was now seventeen years old and sex had become a crucial part of my everyday life! About a year earlier I'd discovered that my lifelong friend Logan shared the same interests as me (so to speak). How we figured that out is a story unto itself, but it's not the one I'm telling here! My bedroom opened onto a balcony that had stairs down to the pool area. Several nights a week Logan would climb those stairs to spend some quality time in my bed. Now it looked like I'd not only be sharing a bed with a stud that I didn't stand a chance of fooling around with, but I'd be cut off from Logan at the same time! Doesn't life just suck sometimes? All my worries were forgotten the moment I saw my big brother's face. The Dallas airport has a great venue for returning soldiers; they enter the terminal from an upstairs walkway to the cheers of hundreds of well wishers gathered below. It looked like half the city was there to welcome the troops home. The line of identically dressed men and women seemed to go on forever but when Dylan spotted us in the crowd the biggest smile I ever saw lit up his handsome face. I'd been afraid that war would have a hardening effect on my brother. He'd no doubt seen some pretty bad things over there, and he'd probably spent a lot of time worrying about his safety and, knowing him, the safety of the guys he served with. I was relieved to see he still had the smooth innocent face he left home with. The big difference was one I'd noticed when he came home before being deployed. His hair, always dark blond, looked several shades lighter being cut so short. His eyebrows stood out in dark contrast to the fuzz on top of his head. Aside from than that he looked like a high school kid playing soldier! "Holy shit, Jeremy!" he whispered as he held me tight in a bear hug "You've done some serious growing since I saw you the last time! Been working out, too, haven't you?" My ego swelled almost as much at his comment as my dick did at his touch! I've never thought being gay meant I had to be a sissy, and I was as active in sports as he'd been. Not to sound cocky, but my body showed it just like his had. In the car on the way home I couldn't peel my eyes off my big brother. Lanky muscles stretched the starched cotton of his uniform; he was the fucking epitome of masculine perfection! If I'd met him on the street you can bet your last dollar I'd be cruising him like crazy! The party we had that night was a blast. We have a huge extended family and they were all there. Dad declared the night to be a no holds barred Irish celebration and he handed my soldier bro his first drink while ignoring the fact that me and most of my cousins were sneaking our own drinks from behind his well stocked bar. Dylan was still on Iraq time, so when the house emptied around midnight his body told him he'd partied all night and it was now eight o'clock in the morning. Even with all the liquor I'd snuck I was in better shape than my big brother. He leaned into me as I helped him upstairs to the room we'd be sharing for the duration of his stay. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was my big brother's warm muscular body nestled against mine, but I had serious wood by the time I laid my bro across the bed. I helped him get out of his clothes and pulled the sheets over his hard masculine body before leaning down to give him a quick peck on his flushed cheek. He was clearly way too drunk, and pulled me into another bear hug, kissing me on the neck and telling me how much he loved me before passing out on the sheets. That capped it! I had to head to the bathroom for a quick wank before I could join my big brother between the sheets! By the time I got back he was snoring into the first soft pillow he'd seen in quite some time. I gently lifted the sheet from his unconscious body and sneaked one more peek before crawling in next to him He looked like how you might imagine an angel to appear if the deity was as gay as me!. I'd left Dylan wearing just his boxers but decided I'd better put on a pair of never-used pajamas before I crawled in next to him. I'd never get soft enough to go to sleep if I didn't wrap my beast in something! I fell asleep quickly and dreamt the dreams of a gay teenager. I was in a military camp of some sort in front of a long line of studs dressed in desert khakis. I was on my knees with each soldier feeding me hard dick. The line never seemed to end, nor did my appetite for the cum I swallowed as each soldier erupted down my throat. I was only halfway through the line of Marines when I awoke to the feel of real cock thrusting softly against my pajama-clad ass. The sensation jarred me back to reality. As I re-entered the real world I could hear my big brother's soft moans as he reflexively pushed himself into the first warm flesh he'd had in his bed since shipping out. His cock had worked its way out of his boxers and was leaking ball slime onto the thin cotton fabric covering my butt. I wanted a better feel of his meat, so I pushed my PJs down my legs and welcomed his slick shaft between my thighs. In his sleep he shoved his cock through the warm smooth flesh and thoroughly slimed my crotch with pre cum. I called his name, softly at first and then louder, to see how deep his sleep really was. My brother slept like he was in a coma but I could tell by the increasing urgency of his groans that it wouldn't be long before his wet dream unleashed a load that was sure to leave us both floating in ball sauce. I told myself I didn't want my big brother to be embarrassed when he woke up the next morning and found that he'd creamed all over his little brother's butt. But I'll be honest here; what I really wanted was an up close look at the cock I'd used as a fantasy tool since before puberty! So I pulled my ass away from my brother's thrusts and reached under the covers to cop a feel of his meat. It was all I'd ever imagined it would be! A steel core wrapped in smooth thick flesh, his shaft ran through my fingers as his big spongy head lubed my fist with slime. I sank my head below the sheets for just a little sniff of the pole running through my hand. Just a quick smell - honest! But when I got down there I realized I was going to have to take a little taste as well! There was no way to stop my tongue from snaking out and lapping at the juice oozing out his piss slit. Dylan's hips went into hyper drive when he felt something hot and wet make contact with the spongy flesh of his dripping corona. His slick meat slammed against my lips before I had a chance to open them to take him in. The hard shaft of his rigid cock slid over my face and crushed into my nose, smearing ball snot in its trail and trying hard to enter my right nostril! "Holy Shit" I thought in a drunken haze "He's trying to fuck me up the nose!" My hand found the base of his jerking cock and guided his demanding pole to my mouth. There was no way I was going to stop now, and if I really wanted to save my brother from embarrassment I knew I'd have to find a place to hide his juicy load. Luckily, Logan had already shown me the perfect place to store a guy's cum! The soft meat of his shaft slid through my fist as his head searched out the warmth of my probing tongue. My brother drew in a deep breath and moaned as he pushed hard into my face. His feverish pole slid across my palate and buried itself down my gulping throat. I swallowed around the thick flesh and savored another generous helping of his juice. I slid further under the sheets and tried my best to hang on as my brother rode my mouth like a bucking bronco! He gasped, and I wasn't quite sure whether or not he was still asleep. But we were too far into it to stop now. If he knew, he knew! He growled as his nuts drew up into his scrotum and unleashed a torrent of ball juice unlike anything I'd ever tried to swallow. A dozen spurts into his orgasm he was still pouring seed down my throat. His strong meaty hand clutched my head and smothered me onto his crotch as he writhed on the mattress. I kept his dick in my mouth as it softened and dribbled the last of his cum onto my tongue. I didn't want to ever let go, and his hand running gently through my hair gave silent consent as I nursed on his thick meat. I stayed in place until I felt his hand go slack and the soft rhythm of snoring begin again. Raising myself back to my pillow I studied my brother's sleeping face and ran my palm across his cheek. He groggily placed his hand over mine and brought it to his lips. I didn't know if he'd ever remember what had happened this night, but I knew I'd never forget! I drifted back to sleep with the taste of Dylan on my tongue. You can find my other work under Nifty Prolific writers in the Author's section Big Brother's Cum Dump (gay/incest) The Prick (gay/incest) College Cum Dump (gay/college) Playing Ball (gay/athletics) The Outlet (gay/encounters) Interlude with a Vampire (gay/sf-fantasy)