Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 12:47:37 -0800 (PST)
From: David Stories <david_gay_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cabin Trip With My Brother Part 1

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Disclaimer:

This story depicts the sexual acts of two consenting adult men.

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This story is mostly fictional any representation to people past present or
future is coincidental, the parts that are not completely fictional the
names, dates and events have been alter enough to protect the innocent.

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David - 23 year old guy that is 6'1" 170lb blonde hair blue eyes Austin -
30 year old guy that is 6'3" 210lb brown hair gray eyes


I don't know how long I have been in lusting over him, but I do know how
long I have been in love with him and that is since the cabin trip.  But I
am getting ahead of myself, my name is David.  I am 23 years old 6'1"
blonde hair, blue eye guy with average build 170 lbs, smooth hairless skin
except a thin, what I consider to be a very attractive on me, treasure
trail.  I am in okay shape, I like to run and work out, I have mostly just
a tight toned body.  I am gay and have been out to my family and friends
since I was 16, but the experiences I had never been as great as my recent
adventure.  I guess this is an appropriate time to tell about the other
major player in this adventure, that would be my older brother Austin, he
is 30 years old 6'3" with a great body at 210lbs of well built muscle, and
a light dusting of soft brown hair on his chest and abs, and the most
beautiful gray eyes that I have ever seen.  We were never that close
growing up with the seven year age difference, but we were still family and
got along great, and that might have to thank for the great difference in
age because we never really fought. I always looked up to him and he always
treated me like a kid, but in a nice way. He was very understanding, caring
of me and when I came out at 16 to him, he just pulled me close and said

"I don't care who you like, you are my brother and I will always love you,
and if you are ever in need of help I will be there for you."

Life is unpredictable, and the journey changes you and your ultimate
destination.  Things might have gone differently, for the better or for the
worse, if back then he knew I lusted over his body.  I was around 13/14
when I realized I was gay, I checked out other boys in the locker room in
gym class, and when my friends came to stay over I tried to get a glimpse
of their penises as they slept, but wasn't able to and I never really did
anything with anyone for years to come.  Austin had been off to college out
of state the past 3 years and only saw him at holidays.  He had always had
a good body that I was extremely jealous of, because he got a lot of
attention from people for it, he was on the wrestling team in high school
and was a very popular guy.  But I never really thought of him in a sexual
way till his senior year of college but we will get to that in a second,
aren't I a tease.  I never questioned if I was gay or denied it to myself
by thinking to myself that I might just be curious or that it was just a
phase, I just embraced it on my own and hid it from others for the fear of
being mocked or hurt.  But I did embrace it, just secretly, webcams just
started to come out and the internet just started to become a great place
to meet guys, and I got early on the bandwagon and started camming and
jacking off for guys pleasures.  I would skip school and lie about my age
and jacked off with college guys, I have always liked guys just a couple
years older than me seem more masculine, more manly.  I guess that explains
the lust that developed for Austin which I guess I should get back to
explaining since I teased that a few lines ago.

But by the time I was 15, I knew far well that I was gay and while I had
yet to have any physical experiences with a guy I had plenty of virtual
ones, and knew all about gay sex from the stories I read, the photos and
movies I had seen, and the graphic conversations I have had with hot guys
online.  My generation has made being gay so much more enjoyable with the
advent of the internet as everything is just so easily assessable.  I have
had this conversation with some of my older friends recently, they didn't
realize they were gay till college, because it wasn't talked about and they
didn't have the easy access I had till then.  The internet has changed the
progression of things, which is again how life is unpredictable, had the
internet happened later or earlier things would not have turned out the
same. But back to the topic at hand, Austin brought home his girlfriend to
the house during the winter break.  Which my parents were far from happy
about but he was 22, he was an adult they felt they had raised him well and
as I learned latter my father gave him a box of condoms just to be safe.
Well to cut to the chase, I accidently walked on him having sex with her.
She was a pretty stereotypical college coed 5'5" blonde hair big breast,
etc. My parents had went off to see a christmas musical together, and I
went off to hang out with my friends and play video games and what not, he
had the place to himself.  I still don't know why I was so dense at the
time, not knowing he was going to hook up with her since he had the place
to himself, had I known I wouldn't have gone home early, as I did.  The
best guess I have is that the age gap and the family relation made me think
of him as one thinks of his parents, asexual.  But that wrong idea was
quickly dispelled when I walked in the house.

The house was silent except for some clanking from the workout room, I
thought naively that Austin must be showing off his muscles to his girl and
went to tease him like a younger brother does.  And I guess I was half
right in my assessment of the situation because he was showing off his
muscles especially one in particular as, he had her laying on the weight
bench with him on top fucking her and the force he used shook the bench
causing the clanking I heard earlier as I walked into the house.  I was
like a dear stuck in the headlights, as I just froze there for a moment.  A
mixture of shock, awe, and desire kept me planted there.  His fluid motions
of his hips, his hands on her chest and the animal grunting coming from his
mouth, had a profound effect on me, I started to become aroused, I had no
thoughts running through my head, I was just in shock, but clearly was
turned on by all of this.  His movements started to become erratic, clearly
he was close to the end.  He pulled out and for the first time I saw my
older brothers erect penis.  I had always been proud of my own, I had over
7 inch and pretty thick penis, but looking at his especially on that body
of his all sweaty, with the smell of sex in the air, I have never seen
anything hotter in my life.  His perfect penis stood at around 9 inches and
thicker than mine, he pulled off the condom and with a few strokes shot his
load.  And what a sweet load that was, the first shot was so powerful and
strong it shot over her head and onto the floor behind her, the second
landed as a string across her face, and shot after shot after that landed
on her chest and stomach, there must have been 10 shots in all, and the
spasms of his body and the sheer force behind it was all inspiring and took
your breath away.  But it did more to me than that.  Before tonight I never
even considered my brother in a sexual manor, but upon seeing him squirt
that first shot, I had my own orgasm, shooting my own load in my pants
without touching myself, without really even thinking, or moving a muscle
since I accidently walked in on that scene.  I don't know what exactly
happened, but my senses returned to me quickly and I quietly walked away to
my room closed my door, stripped down, cleaned myself up and laid in bed.

Whereas moments before I had no thoughts of anything running through my
head, now I had a million.  First of all, I had to remain quiet as he
didn't know I saw that and I wasn't about to tell him that, nor was I about
to let him know I got off on it, or more specifically got off on him, that
I was gay.  I didn't know what it meant, I had gotten off on seeing my
brother fuck a girl, I knew I was gay that left incest, and that was taboo,
but so was gay sex in general, so I was confused.  I was feeling bad about
myself for enjoying it so much, but couldn't figure out why.  I started to
think about me and him having sex, and felt bad because its incest, and
started to think about why is incest bad. Its bad in the straight context
because the ability to create inbreed children, and unholy, etc.  But gay
sex is already taboo, and there is no chance for children, so what so bad
about that.  But that didn't make me feel better, he was straight and well
just fucked a girl, and I am his brother, it would never happen this was a
bad flight of fancy that would never happen and I should just forget about
it and move on.  But I didn't and I couldn't, I started to pay attention to
him more and more, and the little things started to turn me on, talking to
him, I would stare into to those beautiful gray eyes and listen to his deep
voice, on whatever topic it just was lustful and sexual to me and I would
get hard.  He instantly took on a staring role in my jack off fantasies.
Things stayed the mostly same between us, sometimes a little uncomfortable
as I was embarrassed and ashamed by my attraction to him, which explains
why he was so consolable to me when I came out the next year.  We talked
and he said he noticed me being more distant and uncomfortable around him,
especially when he made some jokes about me getting a girl and what not, he
said he had an idea I might be gay and ashamed I was admitting it to him,
which is why we were distant but that I had nothing to worry about that he
would be there for me. I wasn't ashamed for being gay but for wanting him
but I just went with it, a lot easier than the truth.  But regardless, the
lustful desire was taken care of by fate as he soon married that girl and
started to spend half the holidays with her family and I saw even less of
him, and as we saw less of each other after the holidays and even less
during the year with his his new wife and her parents, the desire for him
lessened.  My sexual experiences in the interleaving years also helped with
that, but those are other stories for other times.

He got married at 24 when I was 17 and was married for 5 years, the first 3
were good years they were the best of couples but then it went all down
hill.  He was a good guy, faithful, full of love and care, but it didn't
work.  They pulled away from each other.  We hadn't really seen each other
but holidays by then, and the last christmas in which they were married
they spent separately with each of their own families.  I was 22 and he was
29 at the time, and we had a long heart to heart talk for hours, he was
deeply hurt and very confused and angry at what he should do.  He wanted to
love her but the feelings were gone and he was upset and angry somewhat too
over the fact they stopped having sex almost a year ago and he has been
jacking off since, and he has never went this long without sex, in his own
words.

"I have had the worst case of blue balls for the better part of a year, I
haven't been this long without sex, even when I was in high school, at the
slow times I was still getting it at least once a month if not every week."

I really felt bad for him, and if he was any other guy he would have
probably strayed and royally ended the marriage with some floozy easy girl
but he was a good guy and stayed true right till the end.  And the end was
near, divorce papers were delivered not long after the holidays and midyear
it was finalized, he was single again after 6 years of marriage and more
than 8 years of monogamy with her.  Afterwards, I thought after a year and
half of no sex, for a guy as hot as he was, he would have gone out and
scored that night after it was settled.  But he didn't, his straight buds
of his, tried and cheer him up and get him laid but he was like a hurt
puppy afraid to go out there again.  As the holiday season approached, I
received a call from my father, who was worried about Austin. His friends
stopped trying and he stopped going out, he worked and then went home where
he stayed by himself.  He declined the usual family invite for the holidays
rather just be alone, my father suggested I go and help him.  As I
explained, we never been too close didn't have any problems but just
weren't close, saw each other on holidays only but I cared for him and he
cared for me and thats all that matters is that we were family.

So I rented a cabin in the mountains and got him to spend the holiday with
me, just us guys.  It wasn't meant to be sexual, by this time I still had
desire on some level for him but it wasn't obvert and wasn't my primary
goal, I wanted him to go back to be the happy the fun loving brother we all
loved and cared for.  So off we were for some time away from all the
troubles of the world, to just enjoy life.  This was a nicer cabin, I
decided to make things easy no roughing it, a nice cabin with all the
luxuries for a easy life.  There was a satellite TV, a hot tub, a pool
table, gas fireplace, a full kitchen, etc.  No working just relaxing and
enjoying.  I hadn't seen him in a while but even with the depression and
the divorce he was looking good, he kept his workout up and might have done
it more as his pectorals were looking better than they ever had they were
nice and huge, and he had huge biceps, and a great washboard stomach.  I
guess he took his pent up sexual energy and tried to work it out at the
gym, I don't know how he made it around in every day life without having
every girl and guy throw themselves at his feet to fuck, because he was
looking great but that didn't matter to him.  He was in full depression by
the time we got to the cabin, he just grabbed the beer, stripped and went
to the hot tub without word one to me.  He drank and just laid in the hot
tub.  I put the stuff away and went out to join him, but he didn't want to
talk, and it wasn't long before he finished the twelve pack of beers
bottles he carried out to the hot tub.  He tried to get out to get more,
but I guess between the alcohol, the hot tub, and the long drive he made it
to the couch and crashed.  I felt bad for him, he is a good guy just a
little hurt, and really shouldn't sleep on the couch.  So I got out the tub
myself, went to him, partially woke him where he could stand up and had him
rest his weight on me and lead him to the bed where he proceeded fall into
bed taking me with him.  Me on my back with his right side, arm and leg
pinning me into bed as he lays on top of me.  I had a few drinks myself,
and was like screw it and just decided instead of fighting him to get out
of bed I just decided to fall asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I would guess around 4 AM, I was woken
to large amount of movement.  First I was thinking to myself Austin is a
violent sleeper then I came to my senses to the rhythmic motion to his
movements.  He was humping the bed in his sleep, I had seen him fuck before
years ago, but now I was inches away from the actions as he was humping
forcefully the bed in his sleep.  With the way he was drinking and how
drunk he seemed to be before he crashed I thought he would be out all
night, but clearly the lack of sex for nearly two years had a big influence
on his nighttime activities.  During the first half the night I had escaped
the pinning of him as we must have rolled about during our sleep as I was
laying a foot away on my back while he was on his stomach thrusting into
the bed.  I became fully aware and watched with great enjoyment the
silhouette of his his rising and falling thrusting his crotch into the bed,
but I desired more.  The sexual desire for him, that used to be tapped
nightly as I jacked off to image of his naked glory in my mind, that had
long since repressed flooded back over my sensors and my better judgement
as I had to take advantage of the situation. And as I did as a kid with the
friends that stayed the night at my house I went to explore closer for
more. We had, both been nude when we fell in the bed together, so that made
my task easier.  I moved down next to his hips and watched the nine inches
of meat slide up against the bed as his hips moved in and out.  Lust
overcome me and as he pulled back the next time I stuck my hand on the bed
and when the next thrust came into my hand instead and I wrapped my hand
around his throbbing member and a groan escaped his lips and his thrusting
increased, and within no time at all he was cumming, he had fucked my hand
and cummed into it.  I was bubbling over with desire and horniness and took
my cum soaked hand and using it as lube, I jacked myself off covering
myself with one of the largest loads I shot up too that point in my life.
I rolled over wiped it on the sheets and went back to sleep, it was far too
early to stay away for too long.

The next day I woke up filled with worry, and remorse.  I felt bad for
taking advantage of my brother and violating his body even though I brought
him pleasure, he wouldn't have wanted it from me since I am his brother and
he is straight.  But whereas I felt guilty for that and the thoughts were
in my head, I wasn't going to say anything about it, but Austin soon arose
and looked around was the first to say something.  He apologized to me, he
saw the dried cum spots in the sheets and said.

"I am sorry man, I got too drunk last night and passed out, and its been so
long since I have had a girl I have been fucking imaginary ones in my
sleep, I hope I didn't disturb your sleep and hope I didn't weird you out
since you were sleeping right there, speaking of which, why were you
sleeping right there".

I told him how his drunk ass collapsed on top of me as I put him to bed and
wasn't able to make it to my own room, he apologized again, teased me
saying if I worked out more often I might be able to lift his muscular
body.  He seemed in better spirits, maybe all he needs is a little sexual
release to cheer him up and it might have been my own desire wanting him
that made me think that but I started to plan out what would happen that
night. I wanted more of him and I thought he would enjoy more stimulation
just as long as he wasn't conscious of it the next day.  After we took our
showers and got dressed, I made breakfast for the two of us and he was in a
little bit better mood than before.  He started to talk to me, something he
didn't really do all night last night, and seemed to enjoy more things.
But still wasn't into leaving the cabin, and my suggestions that he finds a
new girl or at least get someone for one night were meet with great
resistance and frustration.  I wanted his body but I also wanted him to be
happy, and because he is straight that comes at conflict but as the day
wore on I was planning my own resolution to that problem.

That night, after we grilled out steaks for dinner, I pulled out the vodka
and made shots to drink and suggested we play some billiards and drink.  My
goal was to get him drunk and blow him.  I wanted to have his long thick 9
inch cock sliding into my mouth.  I wanted to feel the power of it as it
shot his load.  After a number of shots it was clear he was intoxicated, he
had trouble with the cue stick and was no longer able to make the shots.
As a good brother, who was drinking far less than he was, I wanted to enjoy
the night with him and remember it but I wanted to make sure that he would
forget it all. I decided, to help him with his shot, he was struggling on
the edge of the table leaned over, trying to aim but unable to control his
stick.  I came up behind and reached around his large muscular frame and
helped him control his cue stick and shoot the ball.  Ohh it was with great
pleasure that I had him in my arms, the power of his muscles under my
control.  He was very drunk already, and told me

"thanks man, you are such a great brother helping me shoot the ball, thats
so great man, you are a great guy, i love you man."

He was so very happy drunk that he spun around in my arms after the shot
and gave me a big old bear hug and squeezed me with hard into his chest,
and I got rock hard at the feeling of his embrace.  He was sweating from
behind hot and having to much to drink so I suggested he should take off
his shirt, and he proceeded to attempt to and what a sad sight that was, he
couldn't undo the buttons on his shirt and asked me for help.

"David, buddy I can't seemed to get it, can you help man, you are such a
good guy I need your help."

I was more than willing as I was pretty sure that he wouldn't remember a
thing but I was going to have him take another shot or two before I really
did anything to bad just to make sure.  I ran my hands up from his waist up
the sides of his hard body over the mounds of his pecs to the buttons on
the front.  One by one I undid them exposing his beautiful well defined
chest to the world.  He spent a lot of time defining it and for the last
two years no one else has really enjoyed it first hand and I was about to.
He has a light covering of very smooth brown hair that lies close to his
body and has small dime size nipples that were standing very erect on his
pillow mounds of his chest.  As I expose more of his body with each and
every button, I marvel more and more at it the smooth hair goes down his
chest to his well defined abs and navel and turns v shaped as it sinks into
his pants.  With his shirt fully unbutton, I reach up and push it off his
shoulders with both hands and slowly pull it off feeling the size and shape
of his arms his biceps and triceps were massively strong, adding resistance
to my efforts to remove the shirt, questioning how he got it on without it
ripping in the first place.  But within no time at all, I had stripped him
of his shirt and in the process made myself throbbing hard.  He was totally
unaware of my attention and the pleasure I was getting from helping him and
just proceeded to play pool and told me

"Thanks man you are a good brother"

He turned back around and slipped and fell onto the table somewhat, I
caught him and helped him back up and once again helped him with his shot
but this time he was shirtless and I was enjoying the feeling of his fleshy
body underneath my touch.  I thought it might be time to go for what I
really wanted, as he was starting to waver in consciousness. I had him
shoot the cue ball and he missed everything, but I got up went around
knocked all of his remaining balls in and just told him he won, he was
somewhat out of it so didn't really notice and rejoiced in his victory over
me saying

"Ohhh yeah, sweet, thanks man for your help I knew I was going to win".

I gave him another shot to drink for his victory, and he downed it quickly.
With great trepidation it was the now or never time for me to go for what I
wanted.  I couldn't risk having him pass out completely as he might not be
able to get hard during his sleep with this much alcohol in his system, and
that would ruin my plans for his body.  So after the shot I told him he
probably should head to bed and he agreed and we started to make our way
there, with great stumbling as he was far worse off than the previous
night, we ran into a few of the walls as we walked down the hallway.  But
we made it there, and I told him I was going to help him get ready for bed,
and he was responded saying

"Thanks man, I love you so much you are such a good brother."

I laid him on his back, and unzipped his pants and pulled them off along
with his underwear, it took some effort, as his massive thighs barely
contained him.  All his clothing looked as if it was painted on but now I
had him in his naked glory.  I was going to enjoy this, as he laid on his
back with his eyes clothes, somewhat nodding off to peaceful alcohol
induced slumber, I made my move.  I stripped off my clothes, and climbed on
the bed between his legs.  I reached down with both hands and felt his
strong ripped chest, it was hard and warm but soft and nice at the same
time, the soft hair felt good as I massaged his chest, and started to tease
his nipples with the tips of my finger tips which caused a moan to escape
his luscious sensual lips.  His eyes remained closed, I don't know if he
knew what I was doing but I didn't care, lust and desire fueled me.  I
leaned down and began to kiss and suck and tease his nipples with my lips
and teeth, as my hands made their way southward following across his six
pack of abs, past his narrow hips to his strong thighs, which I grabbed
firmly and massaged. I let my head follow course as I kissed my way south
wards enjoying his whole body as I traversed the great pleasure trail that
is his body till the target of my attention was within reach.  His
beautiful cock, how many nights I have jacked off to the imagine of it hard
fucking his former girl, how many times had I thought of him fucking me and
me taking it, how I was so close last night to having it but only got a
handful.  I wanted it all now, the attention I gave to his nipples and his
chest had a good effect on him as his cock was semi inflated already, but I
would take care it all the way now.  Even now only partially hard it was
still intimidating it was 7 inches and growing slowly.  I dropped my head
and licked and touch the base of the shaft, and that caused a deep grown
and trust of his hips grinding his cocks against my face. I was doing
something right, I shoved him back down and held his thighs as I licked
from the base to the head which I teased around till I took it within my
mouth.  Austin responded more than I expected, he placed his hand on the
back of my head and pulled me onto his cock, shoving all of it into my
mouth and forced his way into my throat.  He moaned and groaned and said
softly into the night

"Ohh yeah baby thats it, ohh yeah".

I wasn't to disappoint I sucked and licked his member and it was still
growing and getting harder, I started to gag and had to pull off.  But my
gagging and struggling seemed to turn him on as his grip held me in place
and he was said,

"Yeah baby, i know how you love my big cock don't stop"

And became more forceful till it was beginning to hurt so I pushed loose of
his tight grip and gasped and took a well need breath.  I looked down at
him, his eyes were still closed and he was breathing hard, his cock was wet
with my saliva and looking massive at its full 9 inches and hard.  I wanted
more, I grabbed it with zealous at the base and took the large head back in
my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue around it teasing the head as I
proceeded to jack the base with my hand.  This made his jerk and thrash on
the bed, saying

"Ohh god baby yeah"

he grabbed my hair and started to lightly pull, causing a mixture of pain
and pleasure.  Austin started to get impatient and started to hump up
thrusting more and more of his cock into my mouth, saying

"come on baby, I need you"

He then warned me of his impending climax and I I redoubled my efforts
going for broke I was going to get his seed if I had to die trying.

"I am so close, come on don't stop".

Stopping was the last thing on my mind, I let go with my hand from the base
of his cock my last bit of control over him, and he took that as a signal
to go all out.  He grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to face
fuck me, he would thrust his hips shoving his cock all the way into my
throat causing me to gag and hold it there a sec and pull out till just the
head remained in my mouth at which I ran my tongue around the head and then
he would repeat.  He held me in place, had I wished to stop I was out of
luck because he had gained control of the situation and started to speed up
and I was gagging and sucking and gasping for breaths for dear life when I
could.  He was groaning and moaning and screaming "Ohh god" and then he
exclaimed as he shoved me deep onto his cock.

"Here it comes"

I could feel my throat being blasted with tons of cum, his hands relaxed on
my head and I pulled back and it keep shooting load after to load in my
mouth and tasted like pure happiness, warm and salty like all cum but
somehow it tasted better.  I sucked and swallowed but still couldn't keep
up, and it dribbled from my mouth down his shaft.  He shot 15+ large
squirts of delicious cum and even though I had taken most of it, the part
that escaped still made a large puddle on his crotch.  I released his cock
and licked up the remaining cum, and fell back onto my back on the bed next
to him.  I looked over at him and his eyes still closed and his breathing
was changed, he was asleep now, he passed out soon after his climax.  I was
also wore out from my escapades so I let sleep over take me as well.

Restful slumber didn't last long, I wrongly assumed that by satisfying his
desire before went to bed that the his nighttime activity wouldn't happen,
but I was wrong and glad to be wrong.  I once again awoke to his thrusting
but this time he was on his side thrusting into my back, as I fallen asleep
laying lower on the bed than he had.  He was hard again, and by looking at
the clock it had only been a couple of hours, this man is insatiable.  All
this great humping was going to waste as its a foot too high, I crawled up
on the bed and grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my chest and his
humping never stopped but now his dick was sliding up and down my ass
crack, so close.  I was enjoying this, but desire for more was very
tempting. I had yet to get off myself, so busy making him cum hours earlier
I neglected my own release and now I was more horny than ever.  His
nocturnal sexual restlessness was so tempting to abuse, I could try to do
more with him but its pretty impossible that he will stay asleep for it,
but would he fully wake up would he remember it in the morning, would he
hate me.  I felt that I was safe with the blowjob he won't remember that
but was I actually considering getting him to fuck me while he is asleep,
would that be even possible, i mean its technically possible I feel his
cock grinding my ass crack, its hard as a rock.  But he would wake up if I
went to grab it and stick it in, would he continue thrusting, and he will
start to enjoy so much he couldn't stay asleep for all of it.  He continue
his pelvic thrust of his shaft along my ass, and he was leaking precum
making it slicker and tempting me further.

I had already wrong my brother, I felt I might as well just go for it.  I
reached over to the night table for the bottle of lube, that he brought
himself to do his one remaining sexual release in his life, jacking off.  I
covered my hand with lube and in one fluid movement reached behind me and
grabbed his dick and stroked.  He stopped humping, let out a loud grown and
shivered and jerked it a little but his breathing remained constant, he
didn't say anything, seemed to be still out.  With that hurdle crossed I
felt he was going to stay under, I felt that this just might work, I moved
my other hand behind me and switched hands jacking him while I fingered
myself, since it wasn't my dominate hand he started to become impatient and
started to thrust back against my hand. I had to hurry didn't want to lose
an opportunity, so I had two fingers in myself, and thought that was okay,
I would just go for it with him and let him stretch me out enough to take
if I can manage to keep control.  What a hopeful wish that was, I lined his
dick up with my hole and still jacking him off with my hand pushed my ass
onto his dick. The head had barely had made its way in when he moaned and
shoved it all in deep, rolled over and was on top of me.  I have been
fucked before by big guys, I have been held down before and fucked hard,
but the pain I felt now was never like anything I had experienced before.
He shoved all 9 inches into me and just went to town fucking me hard, he
wasn't sleeping anymore either but wasn't awake, in one instant I had his
dick under control at the edge of my butt next it was deep in my ass and
him pounding and moaning and started talking.

"Oh baby, its been so long, ohh baby I love you I knew you would come back
to me.  Oh you are so tight, its been too long."

My ass was on fire, I had bit into my pillow under the sudden barrage,
screaming into it as the pain ran through my body and I was in state of
panic as what to do but I couldn't stop him he doesn't know its me, I will
have to just ride it out.  It took time but the pained dulled and I started
to feel the pleasure that was there and there was a lot of it, his dick on
every thrust would hit and slide against the prostate sending waves of
pleasure through me.  My dick was immediately hard and I start moaning and
groaning into the pillow.  He became more aware of his surroundings as one
of his hands starting to wander over my back. The pleasure of his sensual
touch and the expert fucking.  His stamina is something never experienced
before as he was able to fuck me hard and deep for almost an hour. I myself
was rock hard and throbbing and the slightest thing would set me off.  His
other hand started to touch my head as his mouth started to nibble on my
neck and he said with a surprise.

"Ohh baby what did you to you long hair"

This is when I knew this wasn't going to end as expect that there was going
to be trouble, but I didn't care, that sent a shiver of worry through me
but also made the whole thing so much hotter and I couldn't hold out much
longer, my ass clinched tight, and I started to cum into the bed.  And that
sent him off,

"Ohh my god, baby, that feels so good here it comes"

And boy did he shoot, another big load, I could feel each and every
powerful shot go deep into my ass, and as I stopped cumming after many
shots that soaked the bed and started to come off my euphoric high I became
worried what was going to happen now, there is no way he can just go back
to sleep and forget this.

After shooting so much cum in me that I could feel it move about within my
ass as I moved about, he rolled off of me onto his back and had I not been
there personally, just saw this on a movie or heard about it, it probably
would have seemed funny.  But as it was, it wasn't but just scary.  His
breathing was deep and heavy, he was still coming down, and saying softly,

"Ohh my god that was so good, baby, I really needed that."

And then he rolled onto his side reach over to me on my chest and realized
I wasn't his woman, a fact that he was ignorant as he pounded my ass from
behind.  And his demeanor changed rapidly, He pushed me violently away from
him onto the floor and rolled out backwards out of bed and backed away from
it to the wall.  Yelling violently at me,

"What the fuck, who the fuck are you, what the fuck did we just do, how did
 you get here."

He slowly moved towards the light switch, and I had no time to do anything,
and in a flash of light and recognition, my plan had been unraveled.  His
eyes darkened, he came at me quickly grabbed me and pushed me against the
wall and yelled in my face

"What the fuck, David, how could you, you are my brother"

There was a flash of light and pain and I was on the ground, he punched me
square in the eye, and I fell to the floor as a ball.  He stepped over my
body and said

"I am not a fucking faggot, I don't want to see you again"

as grabbed his pile of clothes and walked out of the cabin.  My brother who
was so understanding when I came out and cared for me so much had thrown me
aside, but I deserved that I guess, I destroyed things first by molesting
him first. How bad had I made things, he was already having trouble with
his ex-wife he didn't need me to hurt him like this.  It was still dark
out, and he was gone into the night.  I felt like an ass and quickly went
to the door and looked outside for him, my jeep was still there so he
didn't drive off but I couldn't see anything in the pitch darkness that was
the night.  I thought, I will wait till morning and see if I can find him
to apologize, and if he wanted he could report me to the police I brought
this down upon myself, and raped my own brother, I was willing to accept
the consequences.

Time passes slowly, when you worry, and second by second, minute by minute,
I worried about him.  I didn't know what to do, we were deep in the woods
in a cabin during the holiday, and today was christmas eve.  And it was
turning out to be a bad one in deed.  Now that I was alone and worried, my
senses became heighten, I could hear the air whip by the cabin, and the
slight nip in the air as the temperature continue to drop.  There was a
heaviness and moistness which signals the possibility of rain hitting.  I
tried to get in touch with him and find him, tried his cell and discovered
he left it behind, I drove up and down the 5 mile dirt road from the main
road to the cabin and didn't see him along it, I didn't know where he
went. It had only been a few hours passed and my worry was surpassing
extreme, there was only the one nearby city 15 miles away, and nothing else
around for another 50 miles.  It was the holiday, there wasn't going to be
any help for him to be found, I hoped for him that the rain didn't hit, and
hoped he would come back soon.

But my fears were realized and worse, by morning break the sky was still
dark with cloud cover and the temperature had dropped more, there was
freezing rain and the wind was howling up a storm.  I started to pace, I
didn't know what to do.  I felt guilty I was the one in the wrong and he is
the one still being punished, he had been through so much and now he was
out in the wet cold having to deal with so much more.  The rain kept
getting worse, I turned on the television and it was saying there was going
to be freezing rain rest of the day and turning into the possibility of
this turning into a snow storm by nightfall.

It was only around noon but the sky was dark and with this storm not
letting up, I was in full panic now, I had to find him now.  I bundled up,
packed a bag with warm dry clothing for him and left in search of him, I
took my cell phone but with the storm the service was getting spotty, left
a note if he went back to the cabin saying I was sorry and I had gone to
look for him, and I took off into the storm.  I had no idea where to head,
but there was the beginning of a well used trail, so I started down that.
I wandered for hours down trail after trail, the rain had turned to sleet,
and the wind was blinding me.  I started to feel doom and gloom as I
started to fear for him and for myself upon realizing that I had gotten
lost myself.

To be continued.....  (if there is response to continue)

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--Writers Note

I have started to write again, I wrote a couple other stories 2 years ago,
but then got busy and stopped writing.  I got great response from people,
lots of great letters but I got busy and stopped. I really appreciate
feedback and would like it, without it I see no point in writing, so write
to me.  I based the character David off of myself in all my stories, its my
artistic expression and gives my own unique way of telling a fantasy, which
is why the story is written as me telling it to you as if we are talking as
I am doing now.

I also write without direction, letting my mind wander and explore, so I
apologize if things sometimes are slow or go of track, things go where my
mind wants to take them sometimes they are quick and to the point sexual
sometimes they require buildup and suspense. So I apologize if the writing
is jumpy or lacks consistency, or there is not enough buildup etc, I am not
a professional writer just like doing this as a hobby. So if you don't like
my writing, I am sorry, if have suggestions to improve I would be glad to
hear from you.  I also noticed in writing this one that there was far less
dialog than my previous stories, don't know why just proofreading I noticed
that, so if you read the other ones and liked them more because of that or
any other reason just let me know.

david_gay_stories@yahoo.com

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