Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 11:32:49 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Big Jim, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest "Big Jim, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest ***Hey kid! Yeah, you under 18 year old. This story is not mean for you to read. It is for older folks, those over 18. So please leave and do not slam the door. $$$ I want to talk money. I know it's not PC or even done in good society, but this is just us and I can talk frankly. Please make a contribution to Nifty so that we can keep this free, unique, outstanding collection of stories available for our hot eyes to read. Any amount is appreciated. If my brother Jim was an automobile, he'd be a Hummer. We called him Big Jim. He was unlike any other family member. My Dad was about five ten and 160 pounds, I was, at sixteen was close to that. My sister was also slim and a little short in height. Jim must have been a throwback to some man mountain ancestor. In spite of being about six feet six inches tall, he was as wide as a double doorway. Not fat, just huge and planked with muscles. But with it all his face was cute. He had a small upturned nose and a smile that made you think that dawn had come. He's nineteen and lately has grown a reddish beard. No moustache, just this Amish type beard. I told him that he looks like the wood cutter in Grimm's Fairy Tales. We have always shared a room. My bed with a narrow one but Jim needed a Queen size, and it had to be sturdy. Twice he came home at night (maybe a little drunk) and plopped himself on the bed and the springs broke. While Jim could destroy most other humans with one blow, he was as sweet as meadow honey and handsome, at least I thought so. Jim and I had a special relationship. He watched out for me as I was growing up, sort of a body guard. He was always interested in what I was doing. I loved him and I think he loved me. You probably wondering about sex. I guess we all do, all the time. Jim's love life was not great. I don't think he'd gotten laid yet. You can see that a girl would be afraid of being crushed. So he was greatly frustrated, the poor lug. He wanked every night, of course, and I waited until he started and then secretly joined him. You might say we are having sex together. Jim does everything in a big way. So when he nuts, you hear him bray like a dying steer. All this looking and imagining changed tonight. Our Mom met another Mom and they arranged a date for Jim and this girl. I knew it would work out badly, all those arrangements do, you think too? Anyway I kept myself awake until Jim came home. He looked downhearted. I dropped my pose of being asleep and croaked out, "How was it?" He sat on my bed and I braced myself not to roll off from his weight. "It wasn't good. In fact, it was pretty bad. When she came down the stairs and saw me, I think she was ready to go back up again. The movie was rotten, a girls movie. Then on the way home I got a flat. I had to empty the truck of all our shit and get out the tire and remount it. I strained my back." "Did you kiss her goodnight," I asked, but hoped that he didn't. I liked him to remain monkish. "If I wanted to, I couldn't have. She ran into the house as soon as the motor stopped." Then he groaned and moved his shoulders around. "I must have strained myself." "Why don't you get undressed and lay on your front and I'll knead you a bit." I hoped he got the pun of knead and need. Like a good boy, a big, good boy, he stripped to his white boxers and lay on his stomach. I got up, I was naked. I always slept that way. Anyway, we both boys. (ha ha). I looked down at his back. It was five acres of smooth flesh. I would love to begin kissing it but it would take several months to complete the task. I pushed the thought out of my mind and put my hands on his upper back. He flinched slightly. This was the first time we ever had touching contact. As I really got into squeezing the muscles I felt them relax and I also heard the sound that I only hoped for: a long happy sigh. Now I was no masseur, I was just following my instinct, but I believe that I was putting my love into my hands and he must feel it. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Do you want to turn over?" His answer was to just do it. As he settled on his back I saw that his cock was stiff and laying across his belly. Of course, he was late for his nightly wank, poor lad. Then I noticed that his cock was flexing slightly, a definite sign of neediness. I whispered again, "You want a happy ending?" He nodded. I waited not. I grasped this rod, this telephone pole, this fire hydrant with my hot hand and held it. Jim let out a long held breath like a ruptured kid's tube. Mentally I rubbed my hands together in glee, like a movie monster and moved my hand slightly. He said "Oooooh." (Jimmy likes it!) I had him where I wanted him, or did he think the same thing about me. I glanced at all of his big beautify parts laid out before me and fastened my eyes on his two large tan circles surrounding his nice nipples. I wondered...I stared, then I reached out and with my thumb I flicked one nubby. Jim sighed like the sound of an organ stop. Wow, my bro was a tit man. I bet I could make him cum just by working them. But I squelched that idea in favor of the big bamboo which was now emitting a fragrant odor from a big dollop of pre cum around his piss hole. Oh my, did I cause that? I noticed he pushed his hips up. I think he was asked for more...shall we say stimulation, and I'm the guy to do it. His eyes were tightly shut and his full lips were parted slightly. This was the moment I have always imagined. I leaned down and placed my lips again his. They were hot. They wanted mine, He raised his head slightly and pushed firmly against my lips. Oh this was good. But it got better as the tip of his bathmat sized tongue slid out between his lips and swept along mine. I got dizzy. I had to put a hand on his pecs to brace myself. I noted, even though I was woozy that he put his catcher's mitt hand over mine and pressed. That was nice and loving. We were doing great. I backed off the kiss and was pleased to see that his pretty lips stayed puckered for a while. "Later," I thought because I have a mission if I choose to accept it etc. I returned to his feverish prick. He started as I rubbed it with my palm and then grasped it like I owned it and began sliding up his shaft like I owned it. He uttered, "Uh, uh." A good encouraging sound so I awarded him by adding my thumb swiping his cock head on the upstroke. Years of my own wanking had made me a maestro of masturbation. He loved it and oozed more fragrant goo. Then he put an arm around my neck and said firmly, "Kiss it." Why I never...what did he think I was. But I knew what I was as I obeyed, even gladly. I opened by mouth wide and put it over the large head of his penis. My tongue was in position to lap up some of that honey. When I did it he tightened his arm around my neck. He said, "Lil' Bro, that's something I've been wanting all my life. Carry me across the river." I knew what he meant and I must have unhinged my jaw but I allowed that big flesh tube to enter my mouth a throat. He was in full cry from the feeling and that encouraged me. I licked and moved my head up and down allowing my throat to massage his stiff cock. Suddenly he tightened his hand around my neck, almost choking me. "I'm there! I fucking cumming." His cock gushed out a big spurt and it went right down my throat. I backed off a bit and he continued spurting and leaping up and down off the bed. I held on for dear life. Finally he stopped moving and cumming. I got up, a little fearful that now he would realize what he did and punch me out. But he didn't. He did the move amazing thing. End Part One