Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 16:28:37 -0500
From: sunnyferyou@gmail.com
Subject: Big-Bro part 1d

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The following is the night of day 1 of a true story that happened not too
long ago. All names have been changed to help protect identity. This is my
first story ever published anywhere on the web, so any criticisms or comments
are appreciated.

As you guys know from my previous chapter, I'm not the socializing type
unless I'm behind a monitor, so me writing this story is really my only way
of letting my emotions out. Besides, if I went up to my friends and told them
"hey guess what I just did with my bro" and told them this story, they would
probably take a few steps back and second guess our relationship.

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Previously on Big-Bro:

We continued on with the workout, doing freeweights, leg presses, and some
pretty damn hot squats. I'm sure you can imagine the hotness. My brother
right behind me spotting me, holding my chest loosely as we both squat
down, and on the way back up, the feeling of his package in that tight jock
lightly grazing the crack of my ass. Then, flipping around and me doing the
same to him. Now it wasn't all just us checking out each other's bodies and
both of us working up a hell of a sweat, there were also good discussions.
Some about relationships, about dad, about the military, gaming, business,
life at home, finances, etc.

By the end of it all, we were covered in sweat, and there were 2 things on
my mind: another drink and shower. If you wanted to add a third, the
disgustingly sweet idea of sex.

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Big Bro part 1d - The Night of my life

Sitting across the room from him on the incline I got a pretty good view of
what was right in front of me. There he was, my 24 year old hunk brother
laying on the bench lifting some freeweights, head to toe covered in sweat.
His legs straddling the bench and opened just enough to where I could see the
glistening manscape in between his cheeks just below the bulge of his black
and red jock. Oh how I wanted to just go over there and plant my mouth right
on that salty-sweet-looking bulge. The scene was just too much; the smell of
man filling the room, Led Zeppelin playing over the stereo, and this... carved
sculpture invading my sight. The more I thought about it, the more I felt
disgusted, and the more my heart raced. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed
to get these thoughts out of my mind.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, I think I'm done working out for the night"
I said, forcing my sight away from the god in front of me

"I think that sounds like a good idea, bud."

Crap, I can't get away from him. I need to get these thoughts out!

I slipped on my shorts and Steven turned around and said, "Aw come on, we are
the only ones awake right now. Take those off." So I shrugged my shoulders
and did just that.

I turned off the stereo and lights and followed my bro up the bar, the whole
time glancing at his shiny bum bouncing in that jock. I poured the both of us
a whiskey and amaretto on the rocks and then flopped on the couch next to the
bar, my bro following suit.

"Remember when we used to room together back in high school?" Steven asked

"Yeah, I hated that room."

"You know, I'm wondering why we never did anything like this back then"

Memories of those days came flooding back. That preppy Christian high school,
constantly being called "that emo kid," and those few core friends, who still
remain friends to this day. It was a mixture of great and terrible, but
definitely not a time I would like to re-live.

"Like what?" I asked

"Like working out like this, you know? Hell, we should have just been in the
buff all the time in our room, instead of just when we went to bed. We're
both dudes, so whatev, y'know?"

"We should have" I awkwardly agreed, casually sipping from my glass.

"B-T-Dubs, I'm glad you waited to come out to all of us until after those
days" Steven said.

"Yeah, I can't imagine what it would have been like at school, or even at
home if I did."

"Well, home life would not have been much different, but yeah, school would
have been a no bueno."

"Do you still play piano sometimes?"

"Hmm, not really much anymore, I mean I pull the keyboard out from time to
time, but I normally just go to karaoke bars."

"You were always pretty talented"

We sat and talked about the way things were for a while. The old ghetto
house, the friends we had, the old room, and high school. Back then I was
always just the skinny nerd. Never really conversed or did any school
activities, other than weight lift, but the only reason I did was because I
needed another credit hour and it was a chance to keep me in the closet while
doubling as a chance to check out the jocks. While conversation was good, it
still did not help my mind get off the fact that my brother is laying right
next to me with one leg propped up on the couch, giving me the same view of
his manscaped crack I had before. I just had to thank myself for choosing a
thick-fabric drawstring jock, otherwise I would have a huge wet spot of pre
cum for my brother to stare at.

Once we finished our drinks, I wanted to boldly shout out that I was horny. I
wanted to so bad, but I just couldn't do it. But now that the sweat was dried
off, I decided to 86 the shower idea and just go to bed.

"You ready for bed?" I asked

"Yeah I guess" My brother said, putting on a pout face as he stared into his
empty glass

"You can pour yourself another if you want"

"Nah I think I'll just take a shot." He poured 2 shots of whiskey, handed me
one and said "Here's to home, and to Dad, may he always live on in our
hearts"

"Cheers" the whiskey burned on the way down, and a closed my eyes as the burn
brought a foggy tear to my eyes.

"Ah, that was good." Steven said, as we slammed the glass down on the bar.

"Don't worry about the glasses, I'll wash them tomorrow." I said

Steven followed me to my room and I flicked the lights on.

"You still sleep in the buff?" Steven asked, as he started to slip off his
jock.

"Uh, yeah... Normally."

"Oh good, and don't worry about this dude, we're just bros in the buff, just
like the old days. Doesn't matter that you're gay or whatev." He slipped his
jock off in one quick swipe, a quick swipe that widened my eyes and played in
super-slow motion. As it went down, his package flopped out like an
accordion, and swayed from side to side as he stepped out and kicked the
black jockstrap across the room. I thought it looked big in the jock, but
this... this is huge, a true muscle man's package. He revealed that enormous
tool that I saw so long ago, but I swear, this time, it's like it was bigger.
When he kicked it off, I could see he has been super, super horny too. As if
it wasn't obvious before, the inside of the jock was a puddle of precum. How
that thin pouch didn't show it on the outside I will have no idea.

When I saw that I thought to myself, "What does he want to do? Is my brother
bi, or is this just his drunk self? Am I disgusting for looking at him like
this? Is this normal?? What do I do??"

Right above his cock there was just a small tuft of light-brown trimmed fur
that continued on from the trail on his chiseled abs. His cut dick hung low
between his legs by about 4 inches, I couldn't tell if that was his semi-hard
state or if that was him flaccid, but either way, the tool was impressive.
The thick shaft and plump, bright red head, shiny and coated in precum,
rested on his hairless balls that hung a couple inches below his groin. At
the tip of his dick there was a bead of yet even more precum. He was a sight
that should only be seen in a porn magazine, and he was in my room, standing
just a few feet in front of me. Back when we roomed together, I never looked
at him like this, and was that because he wasn't built like this back then,
or is it because I'm now open with myself? True I used to fantasize about
those "what ifs", but I still never... I just can't...

"You can stop staring now" Steven said suddenly

"Oh I... Sorry..." I snapped back to reality. I had nothing else to say, I
mean, what could I say?

"It's cool, bro. You can look at me like that, I don't mind."

"I'm sorry, I need to get these thoughts out of my head. I just... I can't
think of you like that, you know that, right?"

He came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's ok. I don't mind
it at all, really. I know you're gay, and I know that I'm fit. I'm looked at
by guys all the time, so it's nothing really new to me at all, even if it is
from you. Now come on." He motioned his head toward the bed.

I could have kissed him right there, his blue eyes piercing right into mine,
strong scent of booze coming out if his pink chapped half-bitten lips, and
adorable clean cut face, but I didn't. I gave him one huge hug, and once
again, those huge balloon pecs pushing into mine, and that firm back sending
me over the edge. Us being about the same height, my jock that was filled
with my hard on pushed right into his dick. For those few seconds, I felt
protected, comforted, and happy. I really do love my bro. He's the most
awesome brother anyone could ever ask for. 333

So I pulled off of his chest and my brother reached over to my desk, grabbed
a tissue and said, "Here."

I wiped my tearing eyes and said, "Sorry, I guess I can be an emotional drunk
sometimes." The death of my dad, the odd horny feelings, the warm comfort of
my brother's affection, and the alcohol all hitting me... I guess it was just
too much for me to take in at one time.

"We've been through a lot today. It's ok."

I gave him another tight hug, to which he just hugged me right back. I could
seriously live in that wave of warmth forever. It was intoxicating, calming,
and sexy, all at the same time. A sheer moment of bliss.

Thoughts were flooding through my head, but not about my sexy naked brother
right next to me, but about Dad; how much I missed him. In that moment of
tears, I did not realize what my hands were doing. My tightly squeezed arms
were going limper, and slowly my hands went trailing down my brother's back
and finally rested on his plump cheeks. It was completely unintentional, but
my brother just let them rest there.

When I came back to, and realized where my hands have landed, I backed off of
him again, wiped my eyes from the flurry of emotions, and just said, "Again,
sorry."

"It's ok, let's just go to bed"

"...yeah."

I untied my jock and slipped it off. My uncontrollable boner popped from its
cage and slapped my belly. "Come on." I said as I flopped on my big bed and
quickly wrapped myself in blankets and turned on my right side.

"<chuckle> Kay." My brother said. He lay right behind me on his side, and
wrapped his arms around me, one hand on my abs, and the other on my left pec.
"Again, don't worry about it." His wet cock rested on the crack of my bum and
sent a wave of shivers through my spine. I could feel the tuft of fur rest on
my lower back and he wrapped one fuzzy, muscular leg around me. His heartbeat
thumped through his pecs and onto my back. The smell of musk and whiskey
filled my nostrils. Again I asked myself what he wanted to do; we never
cuddled when we were kids, and the last person I ever cuddled with was my ex
Dan, so this was almost a foreign feeling for me. I knew if I asked him if he
wanted to have sex, he would have said yes, so I wondered if I should take
advantage of his drunkenness, or if he was going to take advantage of mine...

Until next time,
-Kev

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