Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2002 13:26:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Sebastian Wallace <sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Brother Tease (Part 3)

BROTHER TEASE (PART 3)
by Sebastian Wallace

It wasn't an entirely restful night, trying to share a single bed with
Gareth.  For the first few hours elbows and knees seemed to be everywhere;
every time one of us tried to change positions, to move this way or that,
we'd knock ourselves into a sharp part of the other.

Cocks and arses were another problem: we both seemed to be constantly
groping each other.  Wherever I put my hand, it ended up on the front or
back of Gareth's briefs.  Grabbing his dick, or feeling his arse.  And him
with mine.

He was my brother, we'd been through a lot together and were long past
getting freaked out about each others' bodies, but it was still kind of
embarrassing.

We ended up finding that the best positions for us were to lie
side-by-side, one guy behind the other; the guy behind with his arm over
the other.  That way minimised the elbowing, kneeing and pushing of each
other that had gone on for hours.  The position had its own drawbacks, of
course: mainly that the guy behind couldn't seem to help getting a hard-on
and poking it into the other's arse, but at least we were sleeping more
soundly.

I'd wake up with Gareth's cock burrowing into my arse cleft, him making
gentle groaning noises.  I'd roll over, grumbling in my half-sleep, and
push him over too.  Then, when we were both comfortable, my chest against
his back, we'd drift off to sleep again.  Half an hour later or so, he'd
wake me up, trying to push me away, and I'd realise my dick was stiff as
board and trying to force its way between his cheeks.  So I'd turn away
from him again and the cycle would repeat itself.

We both seemed to get instantly stiff as soon as we had an arse in front of
us.  The fact it was our brother's arse just didn't seem to worry us.

We were in that state, me in front and Gareth behind, when Thomo woke us
up.

I came round first, aware of the smell of coffee and of Thomo in front of
us, still in his clothes from last night.  He was laughing but I didn't
know what it was about.

Then I felt a cold draft and realised that Thomo had pulled the duvet away
from us.  Gareth was clinging onto my back and I heard him grunting.

Then I became aware of his cock sliding up and down the back of my briefs
and realised he was humping me in his sleep.  He was panting and gasping,
unconsciously masturbating himself against me.

Thomo said, "Brothers in arms, eh?"

I pulled away and realised I was hard as hell.  In my sleep I must have
been enjoying having my older brother humping my butt.

I turned to Gareth and shook him.  "Gazza.  Gazza, mate.  Wake up."

He groaned, still panting.  His cock made an impressively thick rod inside
his light blue briefs.  The front of them were tenting outwards, the
material stretched tight by his large-looking erection.  Part of the blond
bush of his pubes spilled out from the waistband which was being pulled
downward by the bulge he was making.

Thomo looked at it and then joked, "Good job you guys kept your kegs on.
That could have got a bit painful for you..."

I threw him a contemptuous look and sat up a bit to reach for the coffee he
was passing me.

Thomo looked down at the front of my briefs, which were similarly tented
with the straining of my own erection, and he sort of raised his eyebrows.
Like he was saying, "Aye-aye.  Turned on by your big brother, Seb?"

But I didn't care.  I had a morning stiffie: so fuck.  Prove it was Gareth
that caused it.  Fucking prove it.

I took a swig from the cup.  It was hot but felt good burning its way down
my chest.

Then Thomo grinned again and said, "You guys looked so cute.  I should have
got my camera out."

I felt really pissed off by his innuendos and seedy grins.  I snapped, "If
you had then it'd be smashed against the fucking wall.  Like your fucking
face."

I'm not the violent type but I guess Thomo caught me at just the wrong
moment.

Thomo giggled.  "Ooo-ooooh!  Who's Mr Grumpy Chops this morning?"

I ignored him and shook Gareth again.  Still fairly breathless, he growled
like a sleepy dog.

I said, "Gazz, we've got coffee."

He opened his eyes very slightly, like it was painful to do so.  He was
never very good at waking up.

I smiled.  "Wakey, wakey, Gazzykins."  Gazzykins was the name our mother
used to call him when he brought his friends for tea.  Just to humiliate
him in front of them.

His lips broke into a grin.  I hadn't reminded him of that name for years.
He croaked, "You bastard."

Thomo said, "Do you want a coffee, Gareth?"

Gareth ignored him.  Maybe he'd heard his puerile jokes, maybe he just
found him generally irritating.  Whichever, he couldn't be bothered to
offer a response.

Thomo looked a bit miffed so I spoke for Gareth.  "Yes, he does."  Then I
turned to Gareth and shook him for a third time.  "Sit up for God's sake,
Gazz.  Coffee's being served."

Gareth said, his voice cracked by his tiredness, "Jesus fucking Christ.
What time is it?"

Thomo was in a position to look at the digital clock.  "It's half past one.
In the afternoon."

Gareth spoke the word I thought. "Fuck."

He sat up and Thomo passed him his coffee.  I suppose it was nice for him
to have made us coffee and brought it to us in bed, but the at the time I
found him too irritating to appreciate it.  I suppose it was the mood I was
in.

Gareth gulped down the entire cup of coffee in one go.  Then he said, "You
forgot the fucking sugar."

He handed Thomo the cup.  Thomo asked, "How was I supposed to know you take
sugar?"

Gareth closed his eyes like this whole conversation was beneath him.  He
mouthed, "Jesus Christ."

I said, "This is what I have to put up with.  Now you know."

Gareth kept his eyes closed and shook his head slowly but couldn't stop
himself from smiling slightly.

Thomo didn't seem to notice and clanked Gareth's cup onto the desk against
his to make a statement.

Then he said, "I'm gonna get a shower.  If you two would be so kind as to
excuse me?"

Gareth nodded, his eyes still closed.  "Consider it done.  But you owe us
one."

Thomo threw us a look of exasperation, shaking his head slowly.  Then he
left the room.

I looked at Gareth and he grinned.  "Just like old times."

We used to do this kind of thing to people when we lived at home: both of
us acting superior like we had some innate bond that they couldn't be part
of.  Excluding them, gently ridiculing them, the two of us acting together
without prior arrangement, like a pair of spooky identical twins from old
B-movies.  Sometimes it would really bug people, especially our older
sister; at other times they'd just smile, shrug and retire as if it was a
brother thing that they didn't understand.

I said, "It's funny how we just do that."

Gareth shrugged dismissively.  "He was being a knob head."  He said the
words "knob" and "head" separately as if he meant the observation
literally.  Then he added, "He deserved it."

I smiled and took the last couple of swigs from my cup.  Reaching over to
put it on the desk, I said, "He lives here, though.  I've got to see the
guy every day."

Gareth shrugged and looked as if he was bored with the discussion.  He
stared down at his cock which still pressed upwards in his briefs.

He said, "D'you wanna make more coffee?"

"Not really.  Do you?"

He considered the suggestion, still staring at his cock.  "Let's remember
that I'm the guest and you're the host."

"Exactly.  Just what I was gonna say.  I'm fucking knackered from all the
hosting I've been doing.  You should make the coffee."

He grinned, still looking down at himself.  Then he muttered, "I fancy a
wank more than that, actually."

I couldn't help but break into a smile.  It was such an un-Gareth thing to
say; so totally at odds with his usual reserved way of expressing himself.
I guess our night of elbowing each other in the bed must have loosened a
few of his inhibitions.

I said, "What?  Now?  With your little brother - your shocked little
brother - looking on?"

He smiled back.  "Me shock you?  Like that's possible..."  He looked down
at the front of my briefs which had softened slightly but still made a
semi-stiff bulge.  He continued., "Anyway, you look as if you could do with
sorting yourself out too..."

I laughed.  "Are you suggesting we have a wank together?"

"We used to when we were on holiday when we were kids.  It'd be like old
times."  He smirked mischievously.

I looked down at the rod of his dick.  It seemed to really strain upwards
against the light blue of the material, stretching it well past the point
at which it could recover.  At the very tip of the bulging outline of his
bell-end, there was a small round damp patch where a bead of his precum had
leaked out.

The sight of it was making my own cock respond.  I've always liked looking
at Gareth's cock - I've always been fascinated by it as a larger and
thicker version of my own.  A glimpse at what might have been if a few
different genes had come my way.

Gareth looked at my bulge, lengthening and thickening and becoming more
obviously rod-shaped.

He said, "We've both grown quite a bit bigger since then by the look of
things..."

I couldn't stop myself breaking into a grin; partly because it was so
unexpected to have Gareth talking openly to me - his kid brother - about
stuff like this, and partly because the anticipation of masturbating
together now, as adults, was really turning me on.

I laughed, "Yeah... yeah... it'd be cool..."

He said, "I feel as horny as fuck.  All that pissing about last
night... screwing around with Thomo..."

"Yeah... my nuts are ready to burst."

He looked down at my briefs again as if looking to see how big my balls
really were.  Whether an explosion really was imminent.

His face became more serious.  "You don't think this is wrong, do you?  I
mean, we're brothers..."

Like I hadn't realised.

I said, "Doesn't that make it more acceptable?  I mean, we've wanked
together since we were kids... now and again, odd times..."

"Yeah, but we were never really so up-front about it.  We never actually
said anything about it.  It was just listening to each other; me knowing
that you were wanking and joining in.  Or the other way around."

I shrugged, and said, "We're adults now.  We're not so hung up about
stuff..."  My tone was dismissive, like I was being totally casual about
this.  In truth I was really desperate for us to do this together.  I could
feel myself breathing more quickly, my stomach turning over at the thought
of it.

Then he said, "But I'm gay.  I guess you know that."

I looked into his blue eyes.  He was looking at me intensely.

I nodded.  I was so pleased that he'd finally told me that; and especially
that he'd told me now.

He held my gaze and asked, "Doesn't it worry you that you might turn me
on... that I might get off on looking at your cock?"

I laughed gently.  "You've seen it for years.  Since we were kids.  If you
were gonna get off on it, you'd have done so a long time before now..."

He didn't respond to that.  He maintained his serious look and then looked
back down at my briefs, as if assessing his own reaction to looking at my
cock.  I respected him - more than that, I felt overwhelming affection for
him - for telling me this before we did anything together.  He didn't want
me to find out afterwards and for me to feel like he'd taken advantage of
me.

I decided to be bold; to try and dispel his doubts.  After all, I had none.
I said, "To be honest, Gazz, I don't care if you get off on looking at me.
I don't mind admitting that I'm getting off on the idea of us having a wank
together.."

"But we're brothers..."

"Yeah, okay.  I guess it's a bit taboo and stuff, but we've done it for
years and it'd be kind of cool to do it again..."

He smiled and nodded slowly.  I'd convinced him.

I thought I'd get things started.  I pulled my cock out from my briefs, and
retracted my foreskin back fully to reveal my purple glans.  The skin of
the shaft looked unnaturally white in contrast to the dark red of my briefs
and the purple of my bell-end.

Gareth stared at it.  "How long is it?  I mean, if you've measured it..."

I laughed.  "We're in our twenties, Gazz.  I think it's time to put the
ruler away, mate."

He laughed too.  "Yeah yeah yeah.  I'm just kind of curious about how we
compare.  It looks about seven or eight inches from here..."

"You being the expert..."

He grinned wickedly.  "I've seen a couple or so I could compare it with..."

I rolled the foreskin back over the head of my cock, puckering the end of
it up so that it looked like lips in a theatrical kiss.  It looked kind of
cute.  Then I rolled it back again revealing the large purple bell-end
again, moist and glistening.

I said, "I think it's eight inches.  I dunno.  One of my exes said she'd
measured it in my sleep..."  I shrugged.

He smiled and then pulled his own larger cock out from the sagging material
of his briefs.  He immediately withdrew his own foreskin, rolling it back
from his swollen red glans.

I guess I was wide-eyed because he burst out laughing.

I pretended to laugh back but I knew couldn't disguise my awe and envy.
"How the hell did you end up with such a monster cock?"

He said, "Did you ever see Dad's?"

"I don't think so... I never really looked out for it."

"I once walked in on him in the bathroom.  It was early one morning and
he'd just got up.  Had a morning stiffie, I guess.  He was standing waiting
for the shower to warm up and I walked in.  His cock was fucking huge.
Bigger than mine, easily."

"Jesus."

I felt kind of intrigued: I'd never suspected Dad as concealing a python
down his trousers.  But then, as I'd said to Gareth, it'd never been
something I'd looked out for...

Gareth concluded, "So I guess it's genetic."

"I guess."

Gareth rolled his foreskin forwards and then back again.  Unlike me,
though, he didn't stop at that.  He kept going, slowly pushing it forwards
over his bell-end, and then retracting it again.  Gently masturbating his
cock in front of me.

I sat up a bit and reached down for my briefs.  "I'm gonna need to pull
these off.  I don't like to feel confined while I'm wazzin'..."

As I pulled them off, Gareth took his hand off his cock and did likewise.
"Good idea."

I threw my briefs to the floor and changed positions so that I was in front
of Gareth, kneeling on the mattress.  My cock curved upwards and my balls
hung down beneath it, swinging low in their scrotum.

Gareth pulled his briefs off over his feet and looked over at my erection.
He said, "Nice..."

As he threw them to the floor I started masturbating with a moderate
rhythm.  It felt good to hold my cock properly, to squeeze it in my fist
and to feel my foreskin gently caressing my bell-end as it rolled back and
forth across it.

Gareth sat back against the wall, his arse on my pillow, and opened his
legs wide in front of him.  His scrotum looked tight and wrinkled, his
large balls held firmly inside it and making a pair of solid-looking
bulges.  He grabbed his dick inside his fist and began gently tugging at
his foreskin, rolling it a couple of centimetres over the head of his cock
and then retracting it back again.  Short, slow jerks while he watched my
hand on my cock.

I said, "I always wanted to do this when we were younger."

He kept staring at my cock as if fascinated by it.  His hand just kept up
its slow rolling and unrolling of his foreskin against his bulbous red cock
head.  He asked, distractedly, "What?"

"This.  The two of us wanking in front of each other..."

He smiled.  "You should've asked..."

"I thought you'd have been embarrassed.  You used to get uptight when I
mentioned anything sexual."

"Yeah, maybe.  But if you'd have suggested it I'd have been up for it.
Probably up for us doing a few more things..."

I was surprised by what he said and my cock swelled larger within my hand
at the idea.

He looked up at my face, his expression now serious.

I said, "Like what...?"

He looked down at his dick and seemed irritated.  "I can't get into this.
I need some lube.  My cock gets really dry and it hurts when I try to wank
unless I've got some lube."

His cock did look a bit sore.  The base of his bell-end, the thick ridge on
it where it joined to the stem of his cock, was an angry red colour and the
top of his foreskin was bright pink.

I said, "Yeah, I've got some KY somewhere."

I stood up and walked over to the little cupboard under my sink.  My cock
stood out in front of me, curving upwards like a horn.

I turned to ask Gareth if that would be okay and saw that he was staring at
my arse.

He looked up at my face and nodded, looking a little embarrassed to have
been checking out his little brother's butt.

I turned back to the cupboard and grinned.  I'd give him a little show,
something to whet his appetite.

Instead of kneeling down to look inside the cupboard as I would normally
have done, I sort of half-squatted and bent over so that Gareth could get a
better look at my arse.  I have a nice backside, even if I do say so
myself, and I was sure he wouldn't miss the opportunity to look between my
cheeks while I was bending over.

I reached in for the KY and knocked a few cans of deodorant over to prolong
things.  I squatted further and bent forwards to pick the cans up and felt
the air of the room on my exposed anus.  I looked underneath myself to
check if Gareth was looking, but I couldn't see his face.  I could see his
legs outstretched on my mattress and his cock standing upwards with his
fingers on its stem.

I tried to work out what Gareth could see of me.  I saw that my balls hung
low between my wide open legs, swinging gently in my pendulous scrotum as I
fumbled around with the cans.  He couldn't really miss them.  My cock stood
upwards, throbbing almost against my stomach, out of his view.

His brother's open buttcheeks, his brother's tight pink little arsehole,
his brother's long dangling balls hanging down between his legs.  That's
what Gareth could see.

I set the cans upright and stood up with the KY.  Then I walked back over
to the bed, noticing that Gareth was still staring at the place I'd been
squatting, his expression vacant, gently working his fingers up and down
the length of his thick veined stem.

He said, distractedly, "You ever been fucked?"

"No."

He looked up at me and then looked a little embarrassed by his question.
Like we both knew exactly what had been running through his mind while he'd
looked over at me.

I knelt on the bed in front of him and squirted some KY onto my palm.  Then
I added, with a smirk, "At least, not yet..."

I leaned over and rubbed some of the cold jelly around the broad red head
of his cock.  I didn't even offer him the chance of doing it for himself: I
wanted to do it for him.

I said, "What's it like?"

He winced.  "Freezing."

"No.  What's it like to be fucked?"

He grinned.  "Oh right.  I guess it depends on the other guy.  If he's
built like me then it hurts like hell.  Actually, I don't really like
getting screwed by guys with thick cocks.  We tend to stick to sucking and
stuff..."

My own cock strained at what I was hearing.  It was really exciting
listening to Gareth talk about what he got up to; the way he was so open
about it.  I guess he'd decided there was no reason to be coy with me: when
you've got your younger brother rubbing lube onto your dick, it's hardly
like you're going to get uptight about sex talk.

I squirted another gob of KY onto his swollen glans.  Despite the coldness,
it never stopped throbbing; never wavered from being totally hard.

I started stroking the jelly down the shaft of his cock, smearing it along
the thick rod, making it slick and shiny.

He continued, "The best cocks for screwing are a bit thinner.  Not too thin
or else they don't touch the sides."

I laughed and kept rubbing the jelly up and down his length, squeezing more
firmly to take of his foreskin with it.

I said, "How thick is best?"

He answered as I expected him to.  "About as thick as yours."

I looked up at him and kept rubbing his slick foreskin, working it at a
gentle rhythm up and down the thick shaft of his dick.

I grinned.  "I've got the right sized cock for fucking butt, then?"

"For fucking my butt."

My grin evaporated.  I couldn't help but look serious at the directness of
what he'd said.

He explained, "I mean, not all guys like thinner cocks - it's just my
personal preference.  A lot of men like getting fucked by me.  Actually,
one guy said I wasn't thick enough.  He had an arsehole like a fucking
tunnel entrance."

I smiled and kept rubbing his cock, by now obviously masturbating it.  He
didn't resist and didn't seem to bothered about taking over.  In fact, he
looked like he was enjoying it.  Enjoying our chat; enjoying having me wank
him off.  He smiled slightly, his eyes looking content.

He said, "I think it's just me - I have a really tight arse.  You do too."

I looked up at him again, my hand speeding up on his cock.

He grinned.  "Well, you must have.  That has to be a genetic thing."

I said, "Yeah, I guess.  I dunno.  I like fingering it sometimes.  That's
not too difficult..."

He said, "A cock's a lot bigger than a finger..."

I looked back at his cock, at his foreskin covering and then uncovering his
almost egg-sized bell end as I wanked him, and said, "Some more than
others..."

He smiled and then urged me to move forwards, towards him.  "You're not
getting much out of this..."

I said, "I'm getting a lot out of this."  But did as he suggested.

He reached forwards and grabbed my cock in his hand.

"Do you want me to lube you up?"

I shook my head.  "I like it dry.  Lots of friction."

Our eyes met and we grinned at each other.  Then he started slowly jerking
my foreskin along my shaft.  It felt a bit odd to have someone else's hand
on my cock; his technique was unfamiliar, his finger's squeezed it in
strange places.  But I was incredibly aroused by what we were doing: this
was Gareth's hand and I think he could have played with it like it was a
flute and I'd have still enjoyed it.

He said, smiling and half-closing his eyes as we pleasured each other, "So
my little brother fingers his arse sometimes?

I smiled back.  "When the mood takes him."

His hand gripped my cock more firmly and started masturbating me more
quickly.  I moved my hips gently in the same rhythm and felt my balls
dancing around between my legs, occasionally jumping up to rub against his
wrist.

He said, "I'm surprised you've never tried having a guy fuck you if you
enjoy fingering yourself.  Surprised you've always stuck with girls..."

"I can't say I haven't thought about it..."

"Have you ever had the chance?"

I considered.  "Yeah... I guess... a couple of guys have come onto me...'"

"Weren't you ever tempted?"

"I dunno... yeah... maybe... I was just scared it would hurt... that they
wouldn't stop if it did..."

"Do you think you might try it one day?"

I was masturbating him quickly now, and he was following my rhythm on my
own cock.  The sounds my hand was making on his jelly-slick shaft, a
slurping sliding sound, seemed loud in the brief silence that followed his
question.

After a few seconds I said, "Yeah.  I mean, if there was guy I trusted
one-hundred percent and he was prepared to put up with me saying 'no' at
the last minute..."

Gareth looked straight at me, his expression intense.  His eyes searched my
face; I knew what he was looking for.

He said, "Even if the guy had a thick cock... even if it might hurt you..."

I looked back at him.  We both knew what this was about; what I was
agreeing to.

"Yeah.  As long as I knew he'd be gentle.  As long as I knew him well
enough... it wouldn't be something I'd do with some guy who'd come onto me
in a club or wherever..."

Our hands were a blur on each other's cocks.

He said, starting to breathe quickly, almost panting, "Someone from way
back, Seb.  Someone who's known you since you were a kid... someone who'd
go limp if he thought he was hurting you for a second... someone who would
take it as slowly as you liked..."

As he was speaking, I moved forwards so that my arse was above his sticky
slick cock.  I kept masturbating him but moved downwards, feeling his wet
cock head pressing between my cheeks, working it towards my hole.

Gareth kept talking, through rapid breaths, kept reassuring me.  "Just tell
me, Seb... just tell me if it hurts... just one word..."

When I felt his hot, round bell-end pressing against my anus, I pushed very
slightly down.  My hole resisted the intrusion, clamping up.

Gareth said gently, "I don't wanna sound disgusting..."  He paused to
breathe in; he was struggling for breath like he'd been under water for a
couple of minutes.  "Just pretend you're taking a crap... just relax your
arse muscles like your crapping..."

I felt a bit embarrassed to have him say that to me.  It's not the kind of
thing that I'm used to hearing from my brother.

But I did as he said and felt a centimetre so of his broad cock head push
my ring open and enter me.  I gasped with the pain; with the burning
sensation of having my hole invaded by him.

He kept talking, his voice soothing, caring.  "This is natural Seb... it's
right for us to be doing this... it's right that it should be me... that
it's me on your first time..."

He must have felt my cock limpening.  The pain was so intense that it was
an automatic reaction.  He took his hand off it and then, with both hands,
started caressing my arms, my sides and my chest; gently stroking my skin,
lovingly running his fingers over my body.

I kept holding his cock and pushed my arse downwards a little more.
Another centimetre of it entered me and my ring widened further to
accommodate more of the broad girth of his bell-end.  It felt enormous,
like I was trying to get a traffic cone up my arse.

He was saying, "Just relax, Seb... just try to relax... you can take
it... the worst part's over..."

I wasn't sure that that was entirely true, but I tried to relax myself.

I closed my eyes and gasped for breath.  When the pain subsided, I pushed
downwards again and felt another centimetre or so enter me.  This time it
wasn't so painful.  The widest part of his cock was already inside me.

I looked down at him.  He was staring at me, scanning my face for any signs
that I couldn't take it.  That made me feel a bit better; he knew what he
was doing.  Like when we were kids, Gareth would look after me.

I pushed down a bit further and this time about an inch of him slid into
me.  I gasped with the feel of it entering my bowels, penetrating my guts.
It was so hot, like a poker.  The pain was excruciating.

He said, "You okay, Seb?  Just let me know..."

I closed my eyes and panted for breath.

He kept on at me, "Seb, mate, are you okay?  What's up?"

I struggled to open my eyes against the pain.  I looked down at his face:
he looked so concerned, so alarmed.  He seemed so worried about me that I
smiled.

I said, "Jesus.  I see what you mean about gay guys who don't like you to
fuck them..."

He maintained his anxious expression.  His deep blue eyes stared up at me.
"Do you want me to pull it out?  You've gone totally limp, Seb.  What do
you want me to do?"

I laughed.  "Come on, Gazz.  Calm down.  It's not like I'm in agony.  It
just takes some getting used to."

"How's it feel though?  I mean, does it feel wrong?  If it does, I'll pull
it out."

I laughed again.  His face was so appealing, so upset by the fact I wasn't
able to instantly enjoy this.

I said, "It hurts like fuck as if you hadn't realised.  But I'll go with
it.  I'm not giving up just yet."

He continued to stare up at me.  "But does it feel... you know... 'wrong'?"

I laughed again.  "No!  It feels good, Gazz.  You know - natural."  It
actually felt slightly weird, being perched above my brother's erect cock,
slowly pushing myself down onto it.  My own cock was now almost totally
limp and hung down over my balls looking about four or five inches long.

Gareth didn't look convinced so I tried to help him out a bit.  "Look,
mate.  If I'd have had to choose a guy to be the one to fuck my arse first,
it would have always been you.  Even before I knew you were gay."

That seemed to please him.  He smiled and I felt his cock stiffen inside
me.

I said, "Whoa... that felt good!"  I'm not sure that it did, but the fact I
said it did seemed to help relax him.

He grinned broadly, exposing his beautiful white teeth.  "Yeah, it's a nice
feeling isn't it?  Feeling a guy's cock move around inside you..."

His cock seemed to swell again and I realised how desperately he wanted to
fuck me.  He knew it wasn't exactly a typical "brotherly" thing for us to
be doing, and as the elder of us probably felt more guilty that he'd
allowed us to get into this.  But his cock was rock hard inside me, his
eyes were alive with excitement and his cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.  He
was getting what he'd fantasized about for years: his little brother's arse
feasting on his cock.

I pushed down again and another inch or so slid into me.  We both heard me
fart and I felt embarrassed.

I said, "Jesus.  Sorry, mate."

Gareth kept caressing my sides, from under my armpits down to the sides of
my buttocks.  He whispered, "Don't worry about it.  It happens."

He held my hips and gently eased me another inch or so down onto his cock.

My arse made another noise and I guess I went a bit red.  I said,
"Sorry... I can't help it..."

Gareth smiled and kept caressing my arse cheeks, from inside my hot sweaty
cleft to the smooth skin of my hips.  He whispered, "It's your arse,
Seb... it's gonna do that.  Don't even think about it... it's just
something that happens when two guys fuck..."

He gripped my hips again and pushed me down further, impaling me onto his
cock.  I gasped with the sensation of it entering me, widening me.  It felt
like most of it was inside me and I reached down to find out.

I pushed my fingers beneath my balls and felt the thick, wet rod of
Gareth's cock poking straight upwards from his bush of short curly pubes.
I followed it upwards, feeling the slick veined stem pressing between my
arse cheeks, and realised that about five inches of it wasn't yet inside
me.  I reached further upwards and felt my anus, stretched tight around his
shaft, gripping his cock like a tiny mouth.

He watched my face as I felt around my invaded hole, obviously amused by my
curiosity.  He eased his hips upwards, pushing more of his cock into me,
and I felt my anus pucker and dilate as it accepted him.  It sort of
slurped him up, like my arse was sucking in his cock.

He smiled.  "Feels weird, doesn't it?"

I said, "Kind of... disgusting..."

He shook his head but kept smiling.  "No.  Your arse is beautiful... it
could never be disgusting..."

I laughed a little.  "I guess you get used to the sights and sounds..."

He said, "It's not just that.  I just couldn't find your arse disgusting.
You're my brother; it would be like finding my own arse disgusting..."

I thought about that and nodded.  We'd known each other all our lives.
Messed around together when we kids; when we were teenagers.  Nudity and
bodily functions were never an issue.  Of course we'd be okay about that
kind of stuff now.  In many ways, we made ideal lovers; we knew each other
inside out.

I took my fingers from his cock and he slid another inch or so of it into
me.

I gasped and he did too.

His cock seemed to fill my insides: my arsehole was stretched so much that
it felt like it would never recover and my bowels were almost
excruciatingly hot as they clamped around it.  It felt like his cock was
reaching up through my body; felt like it was skewering my guts all the way
up to my chest.

I pushed down again with a grunt and another fart.

He said, "How's it feel to do this... to be riding your big brother's
cock...?"

I grinned.  "It hurts like fuck... and I don't think I'll be shitting right
for a few weeks... but it's okay..."

Gareth smiled and then gripped my hips more firmly.  He withdrew an inch or
so of his cock from me and then slid it back inside.

I gasped loudly with pain from it.

He stopped and looked up at me, concerned.

I said, wincing, "No... go on..."

He did it again and then again; raising and lowering his hips to fuck my
arse as he held it above him.  He took up a gentle rhythm and closed his
eyes from the pleasure of doing it.

It felt kind of bizarre to be held steady while he lay beneath me and
pushed himself in and out of my arsehole, but once I got past the burning
sensation of his cock sliding through my bowels, I started to appreciate
what we were doing.  I felt my cock lengthen a little.

Beginning to pant with the excitement of what we were doing, he whispered,
"Now I'm fucking you, Seb... Jesus... it feels so good..."

His rhythm began to increase as he realised I could I take it.  His
breathing was also quickening and I saw a film of sweat was coating his
brow.

I relaxed my arse completely, starting to enjoy the sensation of him
sliding in and out of me.  The fact that this was Gareth, my older brother,
who was enjoying my body so much heightened my pleasure: it was good to see
him like this, panting and sweating, in act of brotherly sex.  For me to
see him like this, and to be the cause of his enjoyment, seemed a natural
and essential new dimension to our relationship.

I pushed him down onto the mattress so that his hips fell still and started
thrusting my arse up and down on his cock.  By now, about seven inches of
it must have been inside me and I slammed myself down onto it with rapid,
breathless, strokes.

My cock bobbed around in front of me, beginning to stiffen more prominently
but still limp enough to dance around and slap my stomach with each thrust.

Gareth gasped, "Ah... Jesus..."

The air between us filled rapidly with a thick, anal odour: the smell of my
arse as Gareth's cock pounded in and out of it.  It was musky, sweaty and
mildly pungent.  I looked down at Gareth but he seemed oblivious: maybe
this was normal when guys were having sex; maybe he just didn't regard it
as an issue.

Gareth started thrusting upwards again, in time with my own rhythm.  His
balls kept touching my arse cleft as he pushed into me; mine kept banging
down onto his stomach as I slammed downwards onto him.

Gasping for breath, he grunted, "I'm not gonna last much longer..."

I looked down at him and saw that he was staring at my cock, now almost
fully hard and arching upwards again.

He reached for it and began masturbating it quickly and clumsily.  Despite
his roughness, it brought a new edge my pleasure.

He managed to blurt out, his voice almost a whisper, "I always wanted to do
this... ever since we were kids... I used to dream about fucking you... I
used to feel so dirty about it..."

I pushed his hand aside and started masturbating myself, using long rapid
strokes to milk the pleasure from my cock.  It seemed to change the
sensation of him being inside me: the pain seemed to disappear and my arse
felt cosily and comfortably full with his cock rather than feeling as if it
was being invaded by him.  It actually began to feel nice.

I asked, through my own panting, "When... when did you dream about it...?"

"All the fucking time... from about fourteen... I thought there was
something wrong with me... I used to get a hard on... from just touching
the seat of a chair... where you'd been sitting..."

I laughed.  I was enjoying hearing this: I'd had no idea.

He struggled to continue as his orgasm neared.  "And your cock... I was
fucking... obsessed by it... I wanted you to fuck me... I was fucking
desperate for it..."

"I could get into that..."

"You and me, Seb... we'll do it... you've gotta fuck me..."

I had an image of the two of us together again: this time I was on his
back, bent over him, with my arms around his chest and my cock banging in
and out of his arse.  Him feeling his brother's cock filling his insides;
feeling the heat of my semen splashing into him.  Him feeling what I was
feeling now.

My cock started spurting a fountain of cum as Gareth grunted and bucked
beneath me in his climax.  Mine splashed over his chest, from his neck to
his stomach, as I felt his dribbling down the insides of my thighs.

Even when I felt my orgasm subsiding I kept using my arse to milk his cock,
still pushing myself up and down on him until I felt his squirting cease
completely and his cum stopped trickling out of me.

When we'd both stopped, after we'd spent ourselves, I just sat on top of
him, feeling the texture of his cock begin to change inside, and we looked
at each other.

Then we laughed.

He said, "I can't believe we did that..."

I pulled myself off his cock and we both heard a sloppy farting sound from
my arse as it withdrew from me.  By now I wasn't at all embarrassed.

I got off the bed and smiled at him.  "It was your fault.  You're the
elder.  I'm just young and impressionable, just doing what my big brother
tells me."

His face became serious.  "Don't say that.  It's not funny."

"Come on, Gareth.  You know I don't think that.  We were both up for it."

I walked over to my sink and pulled a tissues from the box.  I threw them
over to him so he could wipe my semen from his chest.

He sat up and threw me an intense look.  "We shouldn't have done it.
You're right.  I should have stopped us."

"Come on, Gazz.  I have absolutely no regrets and I'm the one who's
supposedly straight..."

He wiped a few splashes of cum from his neck.  "Yeah.  That's the point.
I'm gay.  I led it.  It's my fault."

"It's no-one's fault.  There isn't a 'fault' -"

The door opened and Thomo came in.  We hadn't remembered to lock it; hadn't
even thought about it.

He said, "Jesus it stinks in here.  What the fuck have you guys been up
to?"

I snapped at him.  "Can't you fuckin' knock?"

He looked over at Gareth, sitting up on my bed and wiping the cum from his
chest, and laughed.  "Have you been wazzin' off?"

Gareth just glared.  I think I threw him a fairly dirty look too.

Thomo tried to appease us.  "No, no - I'm not... like... having a go.  I
just think it's cool that you guys are so laid back around each other.  It
just makes me wish I had a brother..."

I crouched down to put the KY and stuff back into the cupboard and said,
"Yeah.  Gazza's had a wank.  That's what the smell is..."

Thomo shook his head.  "Naah.  It's kind of a shitty smell... like
someone's arse."  Then he laughed and said, in a headmistress voice, "What
has been going on in here?"  His laugh died off into silence and sounded
vacuous; irritating.

I pushed him aside to pull a pair of fresh briefs out of my drawer.  Gareth
finished wiping himself off and stood up.

Thomo said, "Anyway, I just came in to tell you Kaz phoned.  She said you
must have your mobile switched off."

I muttered, "Oh yeah" and bent over to pull on my briefs.

Thomo continued, "I told her I'd get you to -"

He stopped talking and I turned to see what was up.  He was staring at my
arse.  I realised he could see my arsehole and how it must look.  It felt
huge as if it was gaping open like a wound.  It probably looked like the
arsehole of the guy with the tunnel who Gareth had mentioned earlier.

Thomo looked at my face.  He looked embarrassed.  I guess I did to.

I pulled on my briefs and turned to face him.

He said, "Anyway, I said you'd call."

I nodded.  "I'll have a shower first."

I picked up some things and headed off to the shower.  Thomo followed me
into the bathroom.

He closed the door and asked, "Are you all right?"

I said, "Why do you ask?"

"You've got blood on the back of your briefs.  And down the tops of your
thighs."

I tried to look impassive but I felt my face get hot as my embarrassment
became uncontainable.  I said, "I've got a problem - a medical thing.  I'm
taking pills."

He nodded.

I went on, "It's totally embarrassing -"

He interrupted me, "Yeah, sorry... I wouldn't have said anything but -"

I said, "Don't mention it to anyone... I'm getting it seen to... it's
getting a lot better..."

"Good."  He paused and then laughed again.  "For a minute there I thought
you guys had been shagging or something..."

I threw him a disgusted look and snapped, "Come on, Thomo.  He's my fucking
brother..."

He threw me a strange look.  Like I'd over-reacted.  "Yeah.  Just my little
joke, you know..."

I realised that I looked like I was being too uptight about things and so
pretended to laugh.  It looked about as convincing as the 'pills' story had
been.

While I was showering, Gareth came into the room and shouted over through
the closed curtain that he was going.

I asked, "Going where?"

"Going back to London."

"Don't be daft, Gazz.  You haven't even showered."

There was a pause and then he said, "I feel a bit screwed up, Seb.  About
what we did.  And that wanker knows.  You could tell."

I rinsed my hair and turned off the shower.  Then I grabbed my towel and
put it around my waist.  Looking back, I don't know why I did that: after
what we'd just done it was odd that I so quickly became uncomfortable by
the idea of being naked around him.

I opened the curtain and looked at him.  He looked really upset; not like
he'd been crying or anything, just deeply troubled and very serious.

He said, "We shouldn't have done that.  We're fucking brothers..."

"Yeah, that's the problem."  I laughed but he didn't.

I wiped any signs of amusement from my face.  He wasn't in the mood.

I said, "Look, Gazz.  It's no big deal."

"But it is a big deal.  It's a fucking big deal.  It's not what people do,
Seb.  It's not what brothers do.  You don't turn up to a family reunion and
expect to find your uncles screwing each other in the gents..."

The door opened and Kaz peered in.  She said, "There you are - I've been
trying to call."

I guess we both looked stunned.

She smiled.  "Well, aren't you going to ask how I am?"

Gareth and I both said, "How are you?" together.  Mechanically, like a
couple of robots who'd been commanded to do so.

She laughed, perhaps a little uncomfortably, and said, "A lot better,
actually.  I needed some stuff, Seb.  I tried to call.  Anyway, I went out
to get it myself."

I said, "We weren't up..."

She looked at her watch.  "It's three o'clock... what were you guys doing
last night...?"

Gareth said, "Look - I've gotta go..."

Kaz looked upset.  "But we didn't really meet.  Not properly.  You can hang
around for a couple of hours, can't you?"

Gareth shook his head.  "Not really.  Something came up.  A mate in London.
A problem.  I've gotta go..."

Kaz looked over at me.  I nodded.  "Yeah - it's something important.  I'm
just gonna walk him down to the station..."

Kaz said, "Come on, Seb.  I think your brother can find his own way to the
station."

Gareth looked at me.  I said to Kaz, "Yeah, but, you know... it's his first
time in Southampton..."

Kaz turned to Gareth and asked him, "Do you really need Seb to hold your
hand or can you remember the way?"

Gareth smiled and said, "I'll be fine.  I better go."  He turned and walked
out.

I ran out after him; he was already at the door of the flat.  "No, wait.
I'll get ready and show you where to catch a bus.  It'll save you
walking..."

Kaz interrupted.  "Come on, Seb.  I think Gareth can just about look after
himself."

I turned to her, about to say something, and heard Gareth leave through the
door.

I wanted to get ready and go after him but Kaz kept going on at me about
why I'd switched off my mobile and why I hadn't woken up until so late in
the afternoon.  In the end, I thought I'd leave him to his own devices.  It
might be best to give him a bit of time to cool off.  That's what I
thought.

I tried to call him later that evening but one of the guys in his house
said he'd got back and then gone out again.

I tried again the following evening and the guy who answered said he'd go
and fetch him.  But, after a delay of a few minutes, the guy came back onto
the line and said that, while he'd thought he'd seen Gareth come in he had,
in fact, been mistaken.  Sorry.

I didn't manage to see him, or even speak to him, throughout the summer.
During the fortnight in July I went home, Gareth apparently decided to go
up to visit his mate in Newcastle and so wasn't around at all.

I sent him a postcard from Benidorm, where I went out for a holiday.  I
just wrote, "Hope we're still mates, Gazz.  Miss you a lot - hope you can
get in touch.  Seb."  I didn't get a reply.

I didn't hear from him during my next term at Uni and by then was starting
to think he really didn't want anything more to do with me.

But then, that following Christmas, it proved to be impossible for him to
avoid me.  And that's where the story continues...

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