Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 19:35:00 -0500 (EST)
From: rcollegestu@aol.com
Subject: Beebob, part one

Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts
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Background:

This story starts five years ago, the summer before I started high school.
I had just turned fourteen in August.  I have two older brothers.  Tommy
was seventeen, eighteen months older than my brother Ronnie who was
sixteen, who is eighteen months older than me.  I have a sister who is
twenty months younger.  My parents wanted a large family and my mom wanted
to get it all done right away.

My parents come from large families and we have a lot of cousins.  Most of
them, even the girls, are athletic.  The big sports in our area and family
are football, basketball and baseball.  Ronnie was on the football team.
Tommy played basketball and he was really good.  I decided that I'd go out
of basketball like him.

I had always had crushes on guys for as long as I could remember.  I had a
big crush on a neighbor who was my age: Rick.  I was his best friend and
always jealous.  When we were ten, these girls wanted to kiss us and look
at our penises.  Rick said yes if they'd let us look at their pussies.  I
didn't want to do it, but Rich talked me into it.  We kissed.  I wanted to
kiss Rick.  We got naked.  All I could look at was Rick's penis.  Rick
talked them into letting us touch them.  They said okay if they could touch
us.  I got an erection watching him get one when they touched him.  The
girls were all excited about my cock, because it was bigger than Rick's.  I
knew that adults had bigger dicks than kids, but I didn't know that they
came in different sizes for kids.

In the eighth grade, Rick had his first girlfriend and he and I stopped
being best friends.

I had always had a crush on Tommy, but especially the summer before I
started high school.  He was a great older brother Ðkind, funny, helped me
with my homework.  He was tall (5 feet 11), smooth and lean.  I thought he
had a body like those Greek statues Ðlean defined muscles.  He had dark
brown straight hair and brown eyes.  Ronnie was short (5 feet 8) and
muscular, brown very curly hair and brown eyes.  He played football.  He
always teased and picked on me.  I was lucky, I had straight dark brown
hair that had what my mother called a soft wave (LOL) and blue eyes.

Tommy, Ronnie and I shared a room.  We used to share a bathroom with my
sister, but my parents added a bathroom onto our bedroom.

My story:

The summer before my freshman year was the summer before Tommy's senior
year.  When I decided on playing basketball (I was tall for my age, 5 feet
8, but skinny 120 lbs.) Tommy told me that I should put on muscle.  I had
watched him working out with weights in our garage, but never joined him.

"If you're going to play basketball you've got to work out," he said.

"I can't lift those weights."

"You start light like I did."

"I don't know what to do."

"You can work out with me," he said.  "Let's go work out now."

"You work out with Ronnie.  He'll just make fun of me."

"He and I don't work out together anymore.  We'll set the weights up in the
garage again and you and I can work out two or three times a week.  You can
start running with me too."

I wanted to work out with him, but I was scared, or embarrassed about how
bad I was.  But he kept telling me that he was skinny when he was my age
and couldn't run much either.  The idea of having a body like his and the
idea of spending even more time with him won over.

After several weeks of working together, I was gaining confidence and
feeling like I could see muscles growing.  It was probably just my
imagination, but I was excited about looking better.

Ronnie seemed to be annoyed with the new friendship Tommy and I were
developing.  He had always been close to Tommy.  One day, just after my
birthday in August, he and I got into a big argument.  He kept pushing me
and calling me a girl and a fag.  I told him he could scrub rust of pipes
with his hair.  He got really pissed.  I knew that he was smoking weed and
when he threatened to beat me up, I told him I was going to tell Dad about
him smoking.  That stopped him, but he said he hated me and went to his
girlfriend's.  I was really hurt and pissed off that he kept calling me a
girl and a fag.  I decided to go for a long run.  As I was heading home,
Tommy drove passed me and told me to get in.  He was coming home from
playing hoops with friends. I started telling him what happened.

The bathroom that my parents had built for us was big.  I guess they
thought that we'd use it at the same time.  It had a urinal in it.  The
crapper was in a small room with a door.  There were two sinks and the
shower was big with two showerheads.  We never used the bathroom together.
Once in a while, Ronnie and Tommy would be in there together, but I never
shared it with them.

When we got to our bedroom, Tommy started undressing in the bedroom.  I sat
down at my desk and watched as I told him about the argument.  As usual, he
striped down to his shorts and headed to the bathroom.  In the past, when
he and I worked out or ran, we'd go to our bedroom, he'd strip down to his
shorts and go into the bathroom, close the door and take a shower.  When
he'd come out of the bathroom, he'd have on a clean pair of boxer shorts.
Then I'd go and take a shower.

This time he went into the bathroom and left the door open as we talked.  I
heard him turn on the shower.  I started to get undressed when he called
out to me, "Come in here so I can hear you." I walked into the bathroom
feeling nervous.  I had always wanted to see him naked, but I knew I'd get
hard.  I got hard watching the bulge in his boxers in the morning when he'd
get up.  I continued telling him about what Ronnie and I said.  "You going
to take a shower?" he asked, standing naked before me, opening the shower
door.

I felt dizzy seeing him naked.  His junk looked awesome.  His balls hung
down.  His cock was about four inches.  The three of us are circumcised.

"What wrong," he said.

"I can wait."

He smiled at me.  "My dick wasn't all that big when I was fourteen.  Get in
here.  I won't make fun of you.  Come on." My face was hot with
embarrassment.  I shook my head.  He stared at me.  "Have you ever taken a
shower with guys?"

"No."

"Really?  Well, you know, when you start high school PE and start working
out for basketball, you'll be showering with all the guys in a big room.
Get in here."

"I don't know," I said and started walking out of the room.

"Beebob, get back here." My name is Robert and I'm called Bobby, but when I
was a kid, and people would ask me what my name was, instead of saying
Bobby, I said Beebob.  Everyone would laugh.  Since then, no one except
Tommy, called me Beebob and only at times like this.

"I think all guys starting high school worry that either their dick will be
smaller than all the other guys and it probably will be or they worry that
they will be in the shower and pull wood."

"So, what do you do if you do?"

"You get out of the shower, grab a towel, go to the crapper and beat off,"
he said and smiled.  "Get in here.  I've seen guys with wood and I don't
care if you get hard."

Now I was sure I would pass out.  I already had a hard on and it wasn't
going to go away.  "You won't get angry at me and you won't tell."

"I promise.  If you pull wood, I'll get myself hard.  Then you know I won't
make fun of you or tell."

"But I already have a hard on."

"Get in here," he said, looking down at my crotch.  If this were Ronnie
there would be no way I would believe him.  But I trusted Tommy, and the
thought of seeing his dick hard made my knees weak.  He stood there naked
and watched me take off my running shorts.  My erection was pressed against
my left hip, held in place by my underwear.  I pulled down my underwear and
stood up.  My cock sprung free and pointed to the ceiling.  My face was
bright red.

"Damn, Beebob, you're hung for fourteen.  Get in here."

I took a breath and stepped into the shower.  He closed the shower door
behind me.  I turned on the other showerhead and stood under the jet of
water, looking at him.  He was pulling on his cock.  Moments later, he was
hard.  "I guess you've never jerked off with your friends."

"No, I haven't.  Have you?"

"Yeah.  One summer a bunch of us used to hide out in someone's garage and
jerk off with each other.  We'd play jerk off games."

"How many guys?  What games?"

"Most times there were five of us.  We'd see who was bigger, who could come
the furthest, who came the most.  Stuff like that."

I glanced down at his dick, which looked huge.  "You must have been the
biggest," I said.

He laughed.  "Yeah, but I think you're bigger than I was.  How big are
you?"

"I don't know.  How big are you?"

"We'll measure you.  A little over eight and 5.5 around.  You look like
your over six inches."

"Will I still grow?"

"For sure.  I grew two inches and got thicker from the time I was fourteen.
So do you jerk off?"

"Yeah."

He began stroking his dick.  "You want to now, or are you too shy?"

"NO.  No, that would be great," I said.  He turned off the showers and
faced me.  He began jerking off.  So did I.  I was so turned on I came
faster than I could remember Ðabout thirty seconds.  I came hard.  My legs
were shaking.  I shot further than I had ever before.  It hit him on his
leg.  He laughed and kept jerking off.

"Nice shot," he said.  "You make take the distance trophy".  I went back to
stroking my cock as he stroked his.  "You going again?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.  He laughed.

His cock looked bigger.  He put his hand up against the shower wall, thrust
his hips forward, sighed and shot streams of cum at me.  One shot landed on
my stomach.  I ran my fingers threw it and used it to jerk off.  I put my
hand against the wall, moaned, thrust forward and shot my second load.  My
orgasm was more intense this time.  My knees buckled.  I leaned against the
wall and kept breathing hard.

"Damn, Bobby, good job."

He turned on his shower, grabbed the soap and began washing himself.  I
turned mine on.  He handed me the soap.  "How far did you run?" he asked as
if nothing just happened.

"Probably three miles," I answered.

I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about Tommy and I jerking off together
and how casual he was about it.  I lay in bed wondering if we'd ever do it
again.

After that day, anytime he and I worked out or ran and Ronnie wasn't home,
I followed him into the shower.  He never objected.  We talked in the
shower, but we didn't jerk off again.  I wanted to, but was too afraid to
start it.  A couple of times I pulled wood, but he didn't say anything.
The next time we jerked off was after school started.  Ronnie was at
practice for football.  Tommy and I went for a run.  He was talking to me
about this girl he was dating.  He called her a prick teaser.  I wasn't
sure what that meant.  He told me.  He asked me if I was interested in a
girl.  I said no.  It was the first time I thought I might tell him that I
thought I was gay.  I didn't think he'd freak out, but I was too afraid
that if I did that he'd never shower with me, walk around naked in front of
me or jerk off with me again.  He never talked badly about gay guys Ðnever.

When we got back to the room he got naked in our bedroom and said, "I'm
horny, really horny.  I'm going to jerk off.  If you want to join me, cool,
or you can go in and take a shower."

"You're going to jerk off in here?"

"Yeah, lock the door.  Ronnie won't be home for an hour and Sis is with
Mom." I locked the door.  I felt dizzy with excitement.  I undressed.  I
was hard.  He sat down at his computer.  He pulled my chair over toward
him.  I sat down beside him.  He had a hard on.  "Okay, I've got this video
of this young couple, probably college couple, fucking.  It's pretty good.
Then I have this one of this guy with a big dick getting head from his
girlfriend.  It's pretty good.  Then I've got this one of this guy,
probably eighteen or nineteen, giving himself head." He looked at me and
smiled.  "What sound good to you?"

"Wow, people can really do that?  Give themselves a blow job?"

He clicked onto the video.  A guy wearing a ski mask, who was tall and slim
and young, stood in front of the camera jerking off.  His dick was long.  I
looked over at Tommy.  He was rubbing his dick.  The guy bent down and
licked his dick.  Tommy looked at me and smiled.  We watched this guy
jerking and licking.  "Watch this," Tommy said.  The guy got on the floor,
flipped his legs over his head and swallowed half his dick.  "Can you
believe that?"

"Fuck," I said, rubbing my dick.

The guy sucked, played with his balls and thrust deep into his mouth.  I
had never seen anything like that before.  Then the guy moaned, pulled his
dick from his mouth and shot streams of cum into his mouth.  Then he
swallowed.  Tommy shook his head and said, "Fuck, if I could do that I'd
never leave this room.  What did you think?"

"That was awesome.  I never knew anyone could really do that.  I wish I
could."

He clicked on it again and began stroking hard.  I stroked too.  "Have you
ever tasted your cum?" he asked.

"No, have you?"

"Yeah," he said, jerking off.  My face burned with excitement.

"How does it taste?"

"Taste yours," he said.  We watched and jerked off.  I came first.  He
watched me shooting cum all over my chest.  "Taste it," he said.

"Will you taste yours?"

He smiled.  "Yes."

I looked at the gobs of cum on my fingers.  He pushed my hand to my mouth.
I licked my fingers, tasted my cum and swallowed.  He ran his fingers up my
chest, gathering more of my cum as he continued to jerk off.  He put his
finger into my mouth.  I licked it clean and swallowed.  My dick was still
rock hard.  He grabbed his dick and seconds later he shot his load.  He
licked his fingers, gathered up more of his cum and ate that too.  "I'm not
going to trick you," he said, standing.  He turned off his computer.  "I
promise.  You can trust me."

"I do," I said and followed him into the bathroom.  We stepped into the
shower.

"You're still hard.  Can you jerk off again?"

"Yeah."

"Go ahead if you want."

I wanted to say that I would only if he did, but I said I trusted him.  I
stepped out of the spray of the shower and started jerking off.  He stood
there watching, his dick going from semi hard to hard, but he didn't touch
himself.  He just watched.  As I got close, he turned off both the showers
and stepped toward me.  He began stroking.  When I got close, he stepped
closer.  He put out his hand and let my cum hit his hand.  "This is just
between you and me," he said.  "You've got to promise."

"I promise," I said.  "You can trust me too."

He nodded and licked my cum off his hand.  I was amazed.  He began jerking.
I put my hand in front of his dick.  He smiled.  While he was jerking, he
rubbed his cock against my hand and then began shooting.  I caught most of
his cum, lifted my hand to my mouth and began licking my hand clean.  He
watched and smiled.  He turned on the shower, grabbed the soap and began
washing himself.  "Next time you've got to let me show you those two other
videos."

"Yeah, sure," I said.  "I'd do this again anytime you want."

"So, do you think you're into girls, guys and girls or guys mostly," he
asked.  I thought I was going to cry.  What was the right answer, I
wondered.  He looked at me.  "It's cool whatever it is, Bobby.  Really."

"I don't know," I said, shaking.

"That's cool.  You don't have to know yet."

"What about you?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"I think I'm mostly into girls, but guys are kind of interesting too.  I've
only jerked off with guys and one of the guys and I used to jerk each other
off and I'd taste his cum like I tasted yours but I never did anything
more."

I was shocked.  "I think guys are interesting too.  I guess girls are
interesting too.  I've never done anything with anyone.  I mean I guess
other than what we've done."

"Yeah, I figured that." He stepped out of the shower and began drying off.
I did the same.  "I kind of get the feeling that guys turn you on.  I mean
I notice you looking at me and checking out my junk." I felt scared.  "It's
fine with me.  I check you out too, obviously.  Probably when you have a
girlfriend and do stuff with her, you'll know more of who you are
interested in." I still felt really embarrassed.  "Beebob, I'm fine with
you checking out my junk.  You can look at it all you want," he said and
laughed.  "Like I said, I check out yours.  I'm really interested to see if
someday you'll be bigger than me."

I laughed.

"Anytime you want to jerk off and no one is around, I'm game, so don't get
weird about what I said.  If you're into guys more than girls, that's
really fine with me," he said and grabbed my shoulder and shook me.  I
nodded, believing him.

Tommy and I jerked off many times during my freshman year.  I got
comfortable putting my hand in front of his spray and lick his cum.  He did
the same to me several times, but not as many times as I did.  I don't know
why I never put my mouth to his dick, but I didn't.  I guess it seems very
different than just eating his cum.

I hated the day when he went away to college.  Along with being great at
basketball, he was really smart.  Almost all of the cousins in my family
went to local colleges.  Tommy went out of state to a really good college.
My parents were really proud.  I decided that I was going to do the same.

Over the next three year, I got taller, gain muscle, and my dick got longer
and thicker.  I went from playing JV basketball to Varsity.  I lettered,
but was never as good as Tommy.  When Tommy came home for the holidays and
summer, we'd go back to working out together, showering together and
jerking off together.  He did measure my cock.  I measured his.  By my
senior year I was about a quarter inch longer and as thick.  I loved
sharing my growth with him.  Each time we stood in the shower together he'd
touch and look over my body, remarking about me being taller, more defined,
more muscular and gaining cock inches on him.

He never again asked about my interests in guys or girls.  I did have a
couple of girlfriends.  They seemed to like my cock.  I got blowjobs and
even got laid a couple of time.  I did mess around with a guy friend during
my junior year.  He was a senior on the varsity basketball team.  We traded
blowjobs, feasting on each other's cock and cum.  We never fucked each
other.

The summer between my junior year and senior year, Tommy only came home for
a couple of weeks.  He said that he found a great job and wanted to stay at
school.  During my senior year, I flew out to his college for the
homecoming weekend and told him that I was thinking about applying.  He was
excited, very excited.  He said he couldn't imagine better news.  He also
introduced me to his girlfriend.

I worried the entire time I was there because I wanted to tell him
something, but feared how he might react.  "I have something to tell you,
too," I said the last night I was there.

"What?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm gay." Again that feeling of embarrassment and fear
filled my body.  Even though I knew I could trust him, and even though he
told me several times that he'd be fine with it, I was still afraid that
he'd feel disgusted and maybe even sorry for our showers.

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No."

"You know, Bobby, I love you.  Thank you for trusting me the way you do.
Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No.  I messed around with a friend some, but no boyfriend."

"Well, be smart.  Play it cool until you get here.  It will be so great
when you come here.  We'll hang out.  I don't have anyone to run with, so
we can do that again.  I'm so excite you're coming here and thank you for
telling me.  There are a lot of gay guys here."

"You're really okay with this?"

"Bobby, of course I'm okay.  Damn," he said, leaning toward me.  We were
sitting in the college cafeteria.  "Bobby, I've jerked off with you and let
you see me eat my cum.  Let's leave." We walked outside.  He put his arm
over my shoulder.  "Bobby, I've jerked off with you and let you watch me
eat my cum and your cum.  I told you that I was interesting in girls and
guys." I looked at him.  "You can't ever say anything because I'm telling
you something about my roommate." I nodded.  "He and I have messed around."
I was shocked.  "I've always wondered what it was like to do stuff with a
guy.  He was too.  It was hot, but he's really into girls and I'm into
Cathy.  So, don't ever worry about me being weird about you being gay.  I
get it, I really do, and I'm fine with it."

I don't know why, but I started to cry.  I nodded and said, "Thank you for
telling me that.  You've always been so cool.  I really do love you." He
grabbed me and held me tightly.  He took my face in both his hands and
pulled me toward him and kissed me on the mouth.  Not a tongue kiss, just a
lip-to-lip kiss and it was quick, but it was a kiss.

I was accepted into the university that Tommy was attending.  My parents
were proud of me, happy that I'd be with my brother and sad to see me go.
I went to the prom with a girl I was dating.  Still not excited about the
sex.  I got a job during the summer.  Tommy again didn't come home.  Ronnie
had joined the army.  I counted the days until I'd leave.

Finally I got on a plane.  My parents shipped my stuff.  Tommy picked me
up.  I didn't think I could be happier.  My roommate was cool, weird but
cool.  He had great weed to smoke.  I made friends.  I decided not to date
girls.  I didn't announce that I was gay.  I wasn't sure I was ready for
that, but I kept my eyes open.  One guy on my floor started befriending me.
We'd play hoops, run, study together and hang out.  As it turned out, he
was straight but curious.  We jerked off together, jerked each other off
and then traded blow jobs.  Then he began to shy away.

I had been talking to Tommy, who had broken up with Cathy and since January
of this year was living with another girlfriend.  His roommate moved in
with his girlfriend and Tommy had his girlfriend move in with him.  She
seemed happy with him, but he seemed weird.  Their plan was: Tommy would
graduate in June, hopefully get a job and they'd continue living together.
My plan was to go home for the summer.

Tommy told me that he wasn't sure he'd be getting a job Ðthey're pretty
scarce right now.  So, he applied to graduate school, something he had
talked about with me often.  In March he found out that he was accepted to
graduate school at the university.  I was excited.  He wouldn't be leaving.
In May his girlfriend moved out.  I was surprised.  He seemed depressed.
We both had finals coming up.

Tommy was always up, positive, happy, and wanting to do something.  That
wasn't true anymore.  I started hanging out at his apartment and then going
to the dorms to sleep.  One night we watched TV and smoked some weed.  When
I got up to leave he asked me to stay the night.  Since he was living with
his girlfriend, they only had a double bed.

"I'm not sleeping of the sofa," I said.

"We can share my bed," he said, getting up.

"Aren't you scared?" I said, joking.

"Maybe you should be," he said, smiling.  He turned off the lights and
walked into the bedroom.  I followed.  We had not slept in the same bed
since we were little kids.  He undressed to his boxers, went to the
bathroom and brushed his teeth.  "I have a clean toothbrush here for you,"
he shouted.

"Okay," I said.  I was going to take my pants off, but I had pulled wood.
I went into the bathroom.  He was peeing.  I brushed my teeth.  He left the
bathroom.  I peed and went into the bedroom.  He was already in bed.  I
turned off the lights, undressed to my boxers and climbed in bed.  "Not a
lot of room.  I hope I don't crowd you."

"Stop worrying." He rolled over toward me and said, "You know, I invited
you into the shower that first time.  I asked you to jerk off.  I showed
you porn and sat there and ate my cum and let you watch.  Then I ate your
cum.  Every time we jerked off together, I started it."

"Yeah, so."

"So, number one, stop worrying about shit.  I'm fine if you crowd me.  I
asked you to sleep with me and I know how small the bed is."

"Okay."

"Number two: Maybe I want you to crowd me.  And number three: maybe
sometime you should try starting something and take the risk of me saying
no."

"I start stuff."

"You've never started anything.  Like I said, I suggested everything."

"I mean with other people."

"Oh.  Well, like I said, never with me."

I lay there with a hard on, confused and scared.  "I'm scared with you
because your my brother."

"Yeah, and you are my brother," he said, turning away from me.

"It's not too weird for you?" I asked.

"It hasn't been.  Has it been weird for you?" he asked.

"Fuck no." I lay there staring at the back of his head, inches from me.  I
took a deep breath and reach over and put my arm around him.  I moved
closer to him and pressed my naked chest against his back.  He took my arm
and pulled it close to his chest, pulling me even closer.  My erection was
pressed against his butt.  We lay there for a while.  Neither of us spoke.
I wanted him in the worst way, but was still scared.  I knew he could feel
my cock against him.  He seemed fine with it.  I moved my hand from his
chest to his stomach.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I wondered if he
would pull my hand back up, but he didn't.

It seemed like forever that neither of us moved.  I even began to wonder if
he had fallen asleep.  I pressed my cock hard against him.  He pressed
harder against me.  I took a breath and slowly moved my hand further down
his stomach.  I had never touched his dick but I wanted to.  I moved my
hand further and felt his hard on that was pressing against his boxers hit
my wrist.  I moved my hand and pressed my palm against his cock.

He rolled onto his back, lifted his legs and kicked off the sheets as he
slid off his underwear.  He then pulled at mine.  I slid mine off too.  My
hands were shaking.  I reached over and took hold of his cock.  It was rock
hard.

"Do I seem scared?" he asked.

"No," I said, stroking him.  "Can I suck your dick?"

"Do you give good head?"

I laughed.  "Yes and I swallow."

"So do I," he said.

I had never been so excited and turned on as I was at that moment.  I had
been fantasizing about this for years and every time I sucked a cock it was
practice for this moment.  I moved down in the bed.  I could see a drop of
pre-cum on his dick head.  I licked it.  He moaned.  I ran my tongue around
the edge of his cockhead and then took him deep into my mouth.  We both
moaned loudly.  I swallowed as much of his cock as I could and began
bobbing up and down, licking and sucking.

"Damn, you are good," he moaned.  He moved, turning himself around.  His
head was between my legs.

"I'm so turned on, if you just touch my cock, I'll probably come," I said.

He chuckled.  "I guess you're enjoying this."

"You think," I said.

"So, you can come again." We began sucking each other.  His mouth on my
cock felt incredible.  He was better at this than I thought he'd be.  Very
quickly, my legs began to go rigid and then shake.  I was going to come and
he knew it.  He sucked hard on my cock.  My climax hit me like a bolt of
lightening.  I was thrashing around.  He fought to keep my cock in his
mouth.  He was swallowing as I kept coming.  I lay on my back, moaning,
groaning, and breathing hard.  My body kept climaxing even though my orgasm
was over.  "Damn, your tank was full," he said.  I laughed.

He knelt over me and squatted down.  His balls sat on my face.  I took them
into my mouth and sucked.  He went back to sucking my cock.  I took his
cock into my mouth and sucked.  I could feel his cockhead getting hard.  He
started gently thrusting downward.  I lay still and let him fuck my mouth.
He stopped sucking my cock and quickened his thrust.  "Oh fuck," he moaned.
His cockhead filled my mouth.  "Oh fuck," he groaned as he began spewing
spunk.  I sucked and swallowed greedily.  I didn't want him to stop.  He
collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my crotch.  "Fuck Bobby, you're
not good at that, you're incredible."

We held each other, lying side-by-side with out faces in each other's
crotch.  His cock lay across my cheek.  Before long we were at it again.

Each morning he'd ask me if I wanted to spend another night.  Each
afternoon, I took my books and another change of closes to his apartment.
He seemed to be in a much better mood.  Once again I asked him what
happened.  "I wasn't happy," he said again.

"So, she wasn't the one," I said.

"I think the problem is that I really want to be into girls, but I don't
think I am."

I felt excited and nervous.  "You mean you might be gay?"

"I think that's what you are if you're not into girls."

We spent most of our days on campus going to classes and studying.  Then
back to the apartment.  We'd go for a run and then back to the apartment
for dinner.  We'd take turns in the shower.  Usually, he went first.  When
I'd get to the bedroom, he'd be on the bed naked, hard and waiting for me.
We sucked each other in different positions, sometimes 69ing, sometimes
he'd do me first, other times I'd do him first.  Then dinner, studying,
beer, TV, and to bed for more sucking.

"I talked to Dad today," he said, one evening on a run.  "He asked me if I
thought we could live together."

"What did you say?"

"I said I knew we could, but I didn't know if you wanted to live with me."

"I have a dorm contract for next year, but I guess I could break it.  Would
you want to live with me?"

"Yes.  Of course," he said.  "I asked him what he thought about you
spending the summer here if you wanted.  You don't have to if you don't
want to, but he said if you went to summer school or got a job, he'd be for
that." He looked at me.  "Would you want to live together for the summer?"

"Can I suck you off every day?" I asked and smiled.

"Twice or three times if you want." He gave me a push.  "We should figure
out what we're going to tell people."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if we're living together we should have separate beds."

"I guess, but I like sleeping with you."

"Yeah, me too, but I was thinking that we could make up the sofa bed and
close it up again and tell people that you sleep there."

"You mean that thing opens into a bed?"

"Yeah.  Then I think we should buy a new bed, a queen so that we can have a
little more room."

"Yeah that would be cool." I was getting wood.

We kept jogging.  "I mean I'm fine with what we're doing, but I don't think
we should let other people know.  You know, because we're brothers."

"Yeah." I had hoped that he'd want to continue messing around, but I was
more than surprised and excited that he wanted me here for the summer and
next year.  "So, I should cancel my dorm contract."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes.  Fuck," I chuckled.  "I'm getting wood."

He reached over and grabbed my ass as we ran.  He didn't so much grab the
cheek of my butt as pressing his fingers into the crack of my ass.  "Now
you're really going to get me hard."

"Oh yeah." He did it again.  "So, have you been fucked or fucked a guy?"

"No to both.  Have you?"

"Yes to both."

"Really?  Fuck.  Do you want to, or did you hate it?"

"I love fucking.  I'm sure you'll love it.  I've wondered what it would be
like getting fucked by you."

"Why?" I said, blushing.  I had never imagined he thought about me fucking
him.

"Well, with you coming and then staying hard and coming again.  That should
be interesting.  Get fucked is pretty interesting.  It takes some getting
used to, but once you're into it, it can be pretty intense."

We were still heading away from the apartment.  I turned around and started
back.  He watched then joined me laughing.  "You're easy," he said.

"Only for you."

We ran to the apartment.  I started feeling pretty nervous as soon as we
entered the bedroom.  He dug through one of his drawers and found a bottle
of lube.  He smiled at me.  We knew we were both STD free so we weren't
worrying about condoms.  He pulled off his clothes.  His dick was hard.  I
undressed.  "So, who goes first," I said.

"Well, I think you should let me fuck you first.  This is going to take a
while and some getting used to." He pulled the covers off the bed and lay
down.  He squeezed the bottle of lube, wetting his cock.  I got on the bed.
"Spread this on your hole and up your butt." He squeezed the lube onto my
fingers.  I did what he told me to do.  "Okay, straddle me." I did.  He was
holding his cock.  As I began to sit, he gave me this long lecture on how
to relax, open up and take it very slowly.  I didn't tell him that in high
school, after Ronnie graduated and moved out, I had a dildo and fucked
myself wishing it were him.  I listened and did what he said.  He pressed
his dick head against my hole.  I slowly opened up and sat down.  I felt
him moving into me.  "Sit down." I did.  It was a familiar feeling but much
better.  He began to stroke my cock.  I got hard.  Instinctively I
tightened around his cock and began moving, then I was bouncing slightly.
He smiled at me.  "You feel wonderful.  How is it for you?"

"Okay.  Actually, good." I kept bouncing and stroking my cock, looking down
at him.  Then my focus changed from me being fucked to him fucking me.  I
could see that he was enjoying it.  "Fuck me," I said.  As I bounced, he
began thrusting.  We were in sync.  "Fuck me," I said.  "Really, I'm good."

He grabbed my hips and began to thrust upward.  He was moaning.  "Fuck, you
feel wonderful," he said. My cock and balls were slapping against his
stomach as he thrust hard upward.  "Fuck, I'm going to come," he moaned.
"I'm going to come." He let out the loudest groan and slammed up into me,
pulled me down on top of him and held me.  I could feel him coming.

He rolled me onto my side, still inside of me.  We held each other.  "That
was great," he whispered, holding me.

"I've put a dildo up my ass before.  This was much better," I said,
smiling.

"You'll do it again?"

"Anytime you want," I said.

"Don't say that unless you mean it.  I like fucking."

"You can fuck me anytime you want.  Anytime." He laughed.  "Well, I mean
when we're here alone."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that.  You're going to love fucking, I can tell."
I smiled.  "Just give me a minute to collect myself."

He pulled out of me, rolled onto his back, lifted his legs and wet his
hole.  I put lube on my cock.  I had fucked girls wearing a condom.  This
would be the first time I ever fucked bare.  I moved between his legs.
"Take it easy at first.  Let me get used to you." I nodded.  I leaned into
him, aimed my cockhead at his hole and pressed slightly.  I felt him
opening.  I looked into his eyes.  He moaned.  I went further.  He pulled
me down on top of him and wrapped his legs around me.  "I'm good," he said.

I could believe I was inside him.  My body was on fire.  I pressed deep
into him and began gently thrusting.  We lay chest to chest, my head buried
in the nap of his neck.  I was so turned on I was close to coming already.
Breathing hard, I slowed down.  "You close," he asked.  I nodded.  "Go for
it.  You can come again."

I started thrusting hard and fast.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  I
dug my toes into the mattress as this incredible feeling filled my groin.
I felt cum pulsing through my cock.  I slammed hard into him and bit down
on his shoulder and came.  He held me tightly as my body shook.

"Fuck, that was incredible," I said, into his ear.  He turned his face
toward me.  I hadn't thought about it before and didn't know if he was okay
with it, but I pressed my lips against his.  He put his hand to the back of
my head, held me against him and pressed his tongue into my mouth.  I
sighed.  We kissed, biting each other's lips, sucking each other's tongues
and sighing.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

I thrust hard and fast.  He moaned.  I moaned.  We kissed.  My cum inside
him made the sensation even more intense.  Moments later, I was again
flooding his insides with my spunk.  We held each other.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said, as I pulled out of him, "and then
you're getting fucked again." I lay there smiling, still not believing that
this was happening.  He fucked me again, this time I was on my back with my
legs in the air.

We fucked again that night and have been at each other since.  I'd say I
get fucked at least once a day.  I fuck him too.  We've tried every
position we can thank of.  We have Ôsex Saturdays', whenever our college
football team is playing an away game.  When they play at home, we go with
friends of his and he and I have a private bet.  We both take our team but
we bet points.  Winner gets a sex slave for the rest of the weekend who
CAN'T come for 24 hours.  Sometimes we have a blowjob weekend and sometimes
we have a fuck weekend.

I'd say at least once a week, and usually on nights when we blow each
other, he'll wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck me.  He'll
wake me by licking my ass.  I then roll onto my stomach.  I'll lie on top
of me and press deep into me.  He pins me to the mattress with the weight
of his body and slowly fucks me.  He'll bit, pull my head back, pulling my
hair and say, "I love you and I love fucking you." He'll thrust hard but
not fast.  "I love your ass.  You like my dick?"

"I love you and I love your dick inside of me."

He then fucks me hard, gripping my shoulders, holding me in place.  I love
feeling his strength.  I love being a bottom for him and I would do and
have done anything he asks.

This last Friday, after he finished his breakfast, and as I was almost done
with mine, he said, "We've got a half hour before we have to leave.  You
feel like sucking cock?" This isn't unusual.  He often asks for a morning
blow job.

"Yeah, sure.  How about I do you quick and you do me?"

"Yeah, sure."

He pulled his pants down to his knees.  I knelt down and sucked him off.
Then he got his knees and blew me.  We kissed and left for campus.

Last weekend we had a suck weekend.  When we were at home, we were naked
and could suck each other whenever we wanted or asked to get sucked.  I
love the naked part.  He's still got a fantastic body and I love watching
his dick and balls bounce as he walks around.

I've lost most of our bets and have been his sex slave.  He's laughed and
said that I like losing.  Actually, except for the not being able to come
for 24 hours, I love being his slave.  When my 24 hours are over, he
usually will suck me off, swallowing my load and then have me fuck him.
Truthfully, I couldn't care one way or another how he makes me come.

Lately, he's asked me to get naked and jerk off in all kinds of positions
while he watches and jerks off.

But the best part is the sex each night before we go to sleep.  It's
typically with a lot of kissing, touching and moaning.  I guess you'd call
it lovemaking.  I love it when he wants to make love, I love it when he's
like an animal and I love it when he just wants to be serviced.

Oh, and I love just hanging around with him too.  He's funny, smart,
interesting and a great brother.  Did I say the sex was good too?

That's my story.

I am curious.  Are there other brothers who are boyfriends like us out
there?  Are there brothers who have had sex with each other and are friends
now?  Are we the only one's who are into each other?

My email is Rcollegestu@aol.com Thank you, I hope you liked our story.