Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:14:18 +0200
From: God of the Gaps <godofthegaps@googlemail.com>
Subject: Fredo and My Brother Ben

Honestly, I never really even thought about sex much before that day. Not
like now. But back then I was just a kid. Fourteen years old and plenty old
enough to think about sex, but I was just kind of innocent and quiet. I
read a lot.

	I was reading that day. I know it was summer because it was hot and
because we weren't in school, but our parents were both at work. I was
sitting in the hammock on the front porch, swatting flies and trying to get
through some thick book that was probably too hard for me at the time.
Finally, I decided the heat was too much; I couldn't concentrate.

	My half-brother Ben had saved up for months to get an air
conditioner. He needed it to keep his room (which took up the whole attic)
cool, and because it was the only air-conditioned room in the house, it was
also the only bearable one. I knew he was up there with his buddy Fredo.
Fredo's Italian, but since he moved here when he was three, he might as
well be American. When Ben was hanging out with some of his friends, I just
left them alone. But there was something about Fredo that made me want to
be around him. Now, it seems obvious. He was a good-looking 19 year-old guy
with a five o'clock shadow already and hair on his forearms and a decent
frame with thick, hairy legs. Fredo, like all the guys in his family played
soccer.

	Fredo was tall, but my brother Ben was taller still, but pale with
light blonde hair and eyes the color of an exploded cloud: grey, silver,
blue. He was a swimmer, so his body was tight and lean, with a fine dusting
of almost invisible hair all over it.

	I felt so average next to the two of them. They had four years on
me, sure, but I'm boring: brown eyes, floppy brown hair, and just an
average body. Ben and I are related through our Mom; I guess he got his
good looks from his father.

	As I walked up the stairs to Ben's door, I heard raised voices;
apparently he and Fredo were arguing. I paused to listen just outside the
door. I couldn't hear exactly what Fredo was saying, but Ben was clear; he
must have been closer to the door.

	"No, Fredo, I told you. I don't want to do that anymore... no, I
don't care that we did it before, it just not my thing anymore. You want to
try it? Fredo, wait..."

	Suddenly I heard footsteps walking swiftly across the floorboards
and before I had time to react, the door swung open. Fredo stopped just in
front of me, as surprised as I was, a blast of cool air sweeping past him
and washing over me.

	Ben, spotting me over Fredo's shoulder, said: "Matt. What are you
doing there?"

	"How long have you been there?" asked Fredo suspiciously, then
grabbed my shirt before I could retreat. "Hey Ben, your bro's been spying
on us." He dragged me into the room and sat me down on my brother's bed,
closing the door behind us.

	"Fredo, leave him alone. He wasn't spying. He probably just came up
here to mooch some air conditioning." I flashed my brother a grateful
glance, but Fredo wasn't having it.

	"How much did you hear?" he demanded.

	"Not much," I said, truthfully. "I couldn't tell what you guys were
talking about, anyway."

	Fredo, grinned, his white teeth flashing. "We were talking about
sex, kid. How much do you know about that?"

	"Fredo," warned Ben. "Come on, that's my brother."

	"Not much," I confessed.

	"You ever get off with anyone else?"

	I shook my head.

	"Cos fuck, I'm horny. Know what that means?" Fredo put his hand in
my hair and ruffled it playfully.

	I shook my head.

	"Fredo, he's friggin' fourteen," said my brother.

	"That's alright, I was getting off when I was thirteen. This is
what getting horny means." Fredo leaned down and grabbed my hand and, to my
shock, placed it right on the crotch of his jeans. I would've pulled it
back but he held it there, rubbing it back and forth until it was obvious
that he had a hard-on.

	Yes, I knew what a hard-on was. I wasn't THAT innocent. What really
shocked me was how big it was: not much longer than mine, probably, but way
thicker.

	"Fredo, what are you doing?" asked my brother, but there was a note
in his voice that I hadn't heard there before.

	I could feel my own dick getting hard inside my pants-which were
loose shorts, on account of the heat. Suddenly it was quite obvious to both
my brother and Fredo that I had a pup-tent down there.

	"See?" said Fredo, laughing. "He likes it. Hey Matt. Your bro and I
know lots of great tricks for getting off. We'll show you, if you want. But
first you got to help us out. You game?"

	All this time he was continuing to rub my hand back and forth on
his crotch. "I guess so," I said, wondering what I was getting myself into.

	"Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt or anything," said Fredo
reassuringly. "Just fun stuff. Interesting stuff." His other hand stroked
the side of me face and then he rubbed my lips with the tips of his
fingers. I felt my cock jump in my pants and suddenly I couldn't help it:
my tongue flicked out to taste his thumb. It was salty.

	"You like that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and I found myself
nodding.

	Slowly Fredo slid his thumb between my lips and rubbed it around on
my tongue. "You've got a nice mouth," he said. I was excited by the feeling
of his thumb probing the inside of my mouth, and there was something about
the dark hair on the back of his hand and up his forearms that turned me on
even more. To this day, I have a thing about Italian guys. I must've moaned
a little, because Fredo started thrusting his thumb in and out through my
lips, faster and faster.

	"You alright, Matt?" asked Ben, surprising me-I had almost
forgotten he was even there. I looked at him, Fredo's thumb still inside my
mouth, and found I was. I nodded. Yeah, I was alright.

	"That's right, Matt. Ben will make sure you don't have to do
anything you don't want," said Fredo, suddenly replacing his thumb with his
index finger between my lips. This was much thicker and longer and he used
it to feel my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I groaned again, and he
suddenly added the next two fingers, and started sliding all three fingers
in and out between my lips, and I found myself sucking them, hard, and,
even though it was a little embarrassing and uncomfortable, wanting him to
push them down farther.

	Suddenly Fredo used his fingers to pry my mouth open and push my
head back, and he lowered a big gob of spit right into it. Then, before I
could even close my mouth, he pressed his lips to mine, and his tongue
replaced his fingers in my mouth.

	I didn't know it then, but Fredo was a good kisser. I could barely
breathe as his scratchy face rubbed against my smooth one and his hands
held my head in place so I couldn't have moved away if I wanted to-which I
didn't.

	Fredo stood back up and took a step back from the chair I was
in. "Want to see it?" he asked.

	I knew what he was talking about. I nodded.

	"How bad?" he asked.

	"Pretty bad," I said. I glanced at Ben, watching us. I could see he
had mixed feelings but, judging by the bulge in his crotch, was pretty
turned on, too. I had mixed feelings too, but there was also something
about Ben being there that turned me on.

	Without undoing his belt, Fredo unzipped the fly of his jeans and
reached inside with one of those thick-fingered, hairy hands, the same one
that he'd just been finger-fucking my face with. It took some doing, but
after a few seconds, he pulled out his dick and his balls.

	His dick poked straight out of his jeans. Like I suspected, it
wasn't super-long, but it was pretty thick, and it was surrounded by a nice
dense bush of curly black hair, which also covered his balls, which hung
down out of his fly. I was fascinated-partly because his dick was so much
bigger (so much manlier) than mine (which, now that I'm a man, still isn't
all that huge), and partly because it was uncircumcised, something I'd
never seen before.

	I leaned forward and reached out to touch it, which is what I
thought he wanted, but Fredo took another step back so I couldn't reach
it. "Come on, man. Kneel."

	It was a weird request, I thought, but as soon as I was on my knees
I was glad to be there, at eye level with that beautiful dick. "Take your
dick out," Fredo commanded. "Let me see it."

	I obeyed, pulling my dick out of my fly the same way Fredo did. It
wasn't as long or nearly as thick, but it stuck straight up. I started to
wrap my hand around it, but Fredo gently kicked my hand away with his
foot. "Don't touch it," he said. "Not yet."

	Then he stepped forward so that his dick was right in front of my
face, so close I could smell it. It didn't smell bad: a little sweaty, a
little pungent, with just a trace of another scent I'd never before
experienced-but which I liked. "Lick it," he said.

	I didn't need to be asked twice. Leaning forward, I stuck out my
tongue and tasted his dick. It was, like his finger, just a little
salty. Unable to resist, I leaned forward further and poked my tongue
beneath the loose, fascinating skin that covered the head of his cock,
until I'd run my tongue all around the entire thing. "Oh, man," Fredo
groaned. "That feels great."

	Encouraged, I reached up a hand and slid the skin back and wrapped
my lips around the head of his dick and began to suck it and lick it like
it was a lollipop. Fredo groaned some more and I decided I liked the deep
sound of him groaning, liked the way it vibrated through him, through his
cock, and into me. Instinctively, I stretched my lips around the shaft of
his cock, and tried to push his dick further into my mouth, into my
throat. I wanted the same feeling his fingers had given me.

	I liked sucking his fingers-and to this day I still have a fetish
for that intimate violation when a guy will just stick his fingers in my
mouth-but they just didn't compare to the feeling of his cock sliding down
into my throat.

	It didn't go very far, luckily-I told you his dick wasn't very
long. But he put his hand in my hair and pushed it as deep as it would go,
pressing my nose into his thick, hairy bush for long moments before letting
me pull back for air. He moaned again, and said, "Ben, this kid's a fucking
natural cocksucker. This feels aMAZing."

	Ben didn't say anything and there was no way I could look around to
see how he was reacting to all this, because now Fredo had both his hands
in my hair and was gently, slowly, fucking my face, then faster and faster,
until his balls were slapping my chin with each stroke.

	"OH, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," he said, and moaned, and then suddenly
pulled back so only half his dick was in my mouth, and his dick twitch and
shuddered and suddenly my mouth was filled with cum. I felt it spurt so
hard it hit the back of my throat, and it felt like my mouth was full of
jizz. He held my head there while his dick just kept pumping and pumping
and there was nowhere for the sperm to go except right down my throat, so I
just swallowed and swallowed and felt my own dick slapping my belly the
whole time.

	Finally, Fredo pulled out and bent over and planted his lips on
mine, still holding my head in his hands, and his tongue kissed me deep,
tasting his own sperm in my mouth, and he groaned again, and I groaned too,
loving the feel of his stubbly face scratching mine and his tongue deep
inside my mouth, and his cum sliding down my throat.

	"Dude, that was amazing," he told me, as he straightened up,
tucking his dick inside his fly. He turned to Ben. "You're gonna love that
shit," he told my brother. "Your turn."

	"Fredo," said Ben. "That's my BROTHER."

	Fredo shrugged. "So? He doesn't care." He looked at me. "Right? You
want a turn with your brother, right?"

	I looked at Ben, looked at the huge bulge in his crotch, his
handsome face, his beautiful eyes. He seemed confused, and so was I, to be
honest, but my dick wasn't: it was still pressed up tight against my belt
buckle. "Yes," I said, and nodded.

	Ben just looked at me for another second, then said, "Alright, but
you gotta give us a little space, Fredo. I don't want you to watch us."

	Fredo shrugged and said: "No sweat. I'll just watch TV for a
while. But don't take too long. I think I'm gonna want another turn soon."

	My brother's room was divided by support beams into two slightly
separate spaces; although joined by a wide gap, two half walls separated
the two sides. Fredo sauntered into the other side, where there was a
couch, a couple chairs, a mini-fridge, and a tv. Fredo, opened the
mini-fridge, pulled out a couple cans of beer, switched on the television,
and reclined out of sight on the couch.

	My brother got up from the chair and reached down and pulled me to
my feet, and wrapped his arms around me. Ben was about a head taller than I
am, so I could lay my head easily on his shoulder. It felt good, in a
different way than Fredo's treatment of me. Not better, just different. I
could feel Ben's scruffy chin scratching my forehead. Ben wasn't able to
grow as much facial hair as Fredo, but he compensated by never
shaving. Basically that amounted to a very scruffy brother, with mostly
big-ass scruffy sideburns and a scratchy little goatee and not much else,
just a little downy hair on his upper lip.

	"Come on," Ben whispered, and indicated we should lie down on the
bed. He led me over to the bed. I kicked off my shoes and lay down, and Ben
slid up next to me, and pushed me over so I was facing away from him, then
pressed right up against me, wrapping his arm around me and hugging me
close, so that his lips pressed against the back of my neck and his hard
dick was pushed up against my butt.

	"Matt?" he asked. "Did you really like that?"

	I nodded. Ben's fingers roamed up over my body, stroked my neck and
my face. When his fingers passed by my lips, I reached out my tongue to
taste them, hoping that maybe Ben would make me suck them like Fredo did,
but I could feel Ben shake his head and then pull me around so I flipped
over to face him. He planted a soft kiss on the outside of my lips.

	"It was exciting to see you excited," he confessed. "And Fredo,
too, I guess. But that's not really my thing. I... I love you, Matt. I
mean, you're my brother. I just want to take care of you."

	I loved the feeling of his body next to mine, and no one had ever
said words like that to me. My whole being felt warm. I pressed my face
into his neck and loved it when both his arms wrapped around me, and his
legs, too. I had the feeling of being nearly enclosed completely, and of
being completely safe.

	Ben liked it, too, I could tell. He didn't moan the way Fredo did,
but there was a quality to his breathing that told me he loved having me in
his arms-and besides, I could feel his dick pumping up and down inside his
pants.

	Suddenly he pulled back so he could pull my shirt off, then my own,
and he pressed our chests together and kissed me. He didn't kiss like Fredo
did-Fredo owned my mouth with his. With Ben it was more of an exchange. He
liked it when I poked my tongue out to rub against his and explore his
mouth, too. While we were kissing, Ben reached down to pull his dick out of
his fly and then began to rub both of our dicks together. I loved kissing
him but I could resist breaking off for a second to see how it looked.

	I was pretty shocked, because Ben had a very big dick. It might not
have been as thick as Fredo's but it was still thicker than mine, and much
longer. It was cut, like mine, with a fat reddish mushroom head, and
surrounded by a soft bush of pale blonde hair, which in its own way was
just as exciting as Fredo's dark-haired bush and hairy balls.  I slid down
towards it, wanting to suck it, but Ben restrained me and pulled me back
up. "Wait," he said, then flipped himself around so we were still lying
side by side, but suddenly his crotch was right by my head-which is, of
course, right where I wanted it.

	I opened my mouth and my brother obliging poked the giant head of
his dick through my lips-simultaneously wrapping his own lips around my
cock. His mouth was warm and wet, and felt amazing, especially because he
immediately put his hands on my butt and pulled, so my dick was planted to
the root in his mouth, where he sucked on it hungrily.

	I did the same with his dick, although it was much harder, since it
was so much bigger. His huge cock head filled my throat, so it almost
created a kind of suction as it pushed in and out. It felt amazing, as did
Ben's lips on my own dick, and when he pulled it all the way in, then
snaked his tongue out past the shaft to lick at my balls, I tried to do the
same, ramming his dick deep down my throat and going for a taste of my
brother's down-covered balls.

	We went on like that for quite a while, thrusting our dicks into
each others' mouths. It felt incredible, and I don't think either of us
wanted it to end. But eventually, Ben stopped sucking my dick to
concentrate on thrusting his dick into my mouth. He never fucked it hard,
like Fredo did, but there was an increased intensity to his movements at
which point he said, "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. You want it, Matt? In your
mouth? You want it?" I tried to nod, and I guess he got the picture because
he said, "Oh, oh, I'm cumming," and then shot his load into my mouth.

	I almost came just from the sweet taste of my brother's cum in my
mouth, and I nearly reached down to my dick to give it a pump or two to
push me over the edge, but before I could get a chance, my brother flipped
around and sat against the wall and pulled me up into his arms, kind of
like you'd hold a baby, and leaned down to kiss me. "That was amazing," he
whispered, between kisses, and I felt sheltered and safe, looking up at my
brother. "I like holding you," he said. "And I want to take care of you and
keep you safe, always."

	"I like that, too," I said, and clung to him.

	"Now you," he said gently, and indicated I should jack off. I put
my hand around my cock, relishing the feel of my brother's arms around me,
and loving the way he'd lean down to kiss my upturned face, and it didn't
take me long. All of a sudden, I shot a huge load, that flew up over my
shoulder and a few more splashes decorated the rest of my chest.

	"Nice, bro," said Ben approvingly, and used a towel he had nearby
to tenderly wipe me up.

	We lay like that for quite a while, just enjoying each other's
company and embrace, when suddenly Fredo reappeared. We'd both sort of
forgotten about him.

	"You guys all done?" he asked. "Cos... I could use another go." He
looked at me hungrily.

	"I think he's done, Fredo," said my brother, but I shook my head.

	"No," I said. "I want to." I didn't want to hurt my brother's
feelings, but there was something undeniable about Fredo. I wanted more of
him.

	"You give us some alone time now, man," suggested Fredo, with a
grin, to my brother.

	Ben looked at me, and I shrugged. "I don't mind if you watch or
not. As long as you come back and cuddle me afterwards."

Ben stood up, looking bemused. "Alright, you guys have half an hour. I'm
gonna take a shower."  He grabbed a tower, and with nary a glance over his
shoulder, opened the door and went downstairs, leaving me alone with Fredo.

"Shit!" said Fredo, suddenly. "I need to piss. I had a few beers while I
was waiting. I shoulda gone before your brother took over the bathroom."
Fredo stalked around the room until he found what he was looking for: a big
empty jar. "Aha! I knew your brother had something like this, for when he
was too lazy to go all the way downstairs. "Here, hold this," Fredo
suggested, handing me his half-empty can of beer. I stood up, stretched,
then grabbed the beer, giving it an experimental sip. Then I watched
curiously as Fredo pulled out his dick, now soft, with the foreskin hanging
down a bit past the head, and held it above the jar. I'd never actually
watched a guy piss before, and I was puzzled when I felt my dick began to
swell again.

Clear piss began to drip out of the tip of his foreskin into the jar, and
Fredo pulled the skin back to expose the head. Without thinking, I stepped
forward and put my fingers in the stream. It was warm and somehow pleasant,
and before I knew it, I pulled my fingers back and tasted them. They didn't
taste like much... like slightly salty water, I guess.

Fredo was curious, too. He stopped pissing. "You like that?" he
asked. "How's it taste?"

I nodded. "Okay," I said. "Yeah, I guess I do like it."

He paused for a moment, as if unsure what to say next, then asked, almost
shyly: "You wanna taste some more?"

I considered it, then answered him by getting on my knees in front of
him. There was something very dirty about it, and also very hot. "Whoa,"
said Fredo. He handed me the jar, with only a little piss in it, and held
his dick in front of my mouth. A few seconds passed. "You sure?" he asked,
"cos here it comes." Suddenly his piss began to flow out of the slit and
splashed onto my tongue. It still tasted good-I had the jar ready in case I
decided I didn't like it-so I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the
head of his dick, and began to drink his piss, swallowing as more and more
of it spurted out of him. I pushed back and forth on his dick, rubbing my
tongue all around the cock head as Fredo made those moaning noises I was
looking for. Apparently getting your dick sucked while pissing feels pretty
good.

"Holy shit," said Fredo, as the stream finally stopped, and I hungrily
sucked every last drop from his dick. By this time his dick was quite hard
and Fredo has his hands in my hair again, holding my head in place as he
lightly teased my mouth with his thrusting dick.

"Come on," he said, pulling my hair back so his dick popped out of my
mouth, and pulled me toward the bed. "You liked it on the bed with your
brother, eh?" he asked. He pushed me onto the bed, where I sprawled on my
back and looked at him. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a nicely
developed chest covered in dark hair, mostly in a straight trail from the
center of his chest down the middle of his belly, and past the waistline of
his pants. He pulled off those pants now. His dick stuck straight out, and
I reached forward as he approached, to fondle that thick bush around his
dick and feel his hair balls, and run my hand up that beautiful treasure
trail.

He sat down on the bed, more or less where my brother had been, with his
back against the wall, then tugged me towards him, moving me around until I
was basically sitting on his lap facing him, with his dick pushed up
against my balls, and my hands unable to resist running up and down that
beautiful, hairy, manly chest. Fredo accepted this worship, raising his
arms and putting his hands on his head-and releasing a beautiful, strong,
manly scent into the air.

I leaned forward to inhale it, and Fredo reached out and pressed my face
into his armpit, saying, "You like that, kid? That's how a man smells." I
did like it, a lot; even if Fredo was stretching it calling his 19-year-old
self a man, he was plenty man enough for me. He smelled incredible, musky
and sweet. I couldn't get enough of it, and when Fredo saw how much I
enjoyed it, he slithered down so I was laying on top of him, with my nose
pressed into his armpit. I was so turned on that I found I was thrusting my
hard cock against Fredo's thick hairy thigh. I was totally drunk on his
smell, and Fredo kept me drinking it in, holding my head in place, and
running his other hand up and down my body.

I struggled a little, I think, maybe trying to push away to get a breath of
unscented air, to clear my head, but Fredo chuckled and held me in place,
easily overpowering me. He didn't want to hurt me, he just wanted to show
me he had control over me.

It was too much: his strength, his touch, and especially his scent-suddenly
I couldn't stop myself. I was cumming again, without even touching my dick,
all over his thigh.

"Whoa," said Fredo, with a grin. "You REALLY liked that."

"Yeah," I agreed, grinning back. "I did."

"Cool," said Fredo. "But you're not off the hook yet, cos I still haven't
gotten off. And I want to try a few more things."

I grinned. I didn't mind. I was fourteen. My dick was still hard. I wanted
to see what else Fredo would show me.

He started by shoving his fingers in my mouth again, which made me groan
with pleasure and made him grin as he finger-fucked my face. "You liked the
armpits and the piss," he said, "You're gonna like lickin my ass, too." He
must have seen my skepticism in my eyes, because he added: "Don't worry,
it's nice and clean." He used the fingers in my mouth to push me back until
I was lying down on my back, then he knelt over me, still keeping those
beautiful fingers rubbing around on my tongue, right up until lowered
himself into position and sat on my face, with his balls draped across the
bridge of my nose.

His asshole was clean, luckily, and quite hairy, with the same dark fur
that covered him elsewhere, and as he bounced gently on my face I
discovered he was right: I liked this too. A lot. Especially when Fredo
started that beautiful groaning sound I loved, and I felt it vibrating down
through his ass and my tongue.

He leaned back as he rode my face, and grabbed my hand, and put it on my
already hard cock. "Jack it," he said, still groaning. "I want you to come
when I do. Just wait 'til I say."

I obediently started pumping my cock, so turned on-and fourteen, let's face
it-that I was already close.

Luckily, Fredo was, too, and as he pushed down harder and harder against my
tongue, and groaned louder and louder, finally he said, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna
shoot, I'm gonna cum!" And he pulled himself up and shoved his dick down
between my lips, just in time for me to taste that geyser of sperm shooting
out of him. The man could squirt like a garden hose, and the spray hit the
back of my throat. Even though this was the second time he'd cum in an
hour, Fredo had so much jizz that it was all I could do to swallow it all.

I felt my whole body spasm as I tried to, and I came too, a third time and
groaned around Fredo's dick, still sucking the last few drops out of it,
even as I shot the last few drops out of mine.

"Whoa, dude, that was awesome," said Fredo, as he let his now limp dick
slide out of my mouth and flopped over onto the bed next to me,
spread-eagled, letting that delicious musk scent wash over us.

He lay like that for another ten minutes, while I drank in his scent-more
as a comforting presence than an acute turn-on at the moment-until Ben
reappeared, freshly showered, and peered cautiously into the room.

"You guys all done?" he asked.

"Yep," said Fredo, suddenly sitting up and hopping off the bed and pulling
on his clothes. I lay still, naked, with my arms behind my head, and looked
at the two of them. I'd learned a lot about sex, and myself, that day-and
here were two sides of me that I never knew existed before-and which still
exist today. I liked both of them, so much. Fredo-who was dirty and strong
and manly and ready to use me to get what he wanted, and to try things like
finger-fucking my face and making me drink his piss-and Ben-who was sweet
to me and handsome and also strong and manly, in his own way, but wanted to
take care of me and make sure I was always alright. We had lots of sex many
other times after that day, but I honestly couldn't tell you which I liked
more: Fredo using me whenever he got horny, or Ben holding me all night
with his arms and legs wrapped protectively around me. Both, I guess.
Together, they made the perfect lover-and, I suppose, the one I keep
looking for even though I'm a man now, many years later. Maybe one day I'll
even find him.