Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 13:33:49 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Grubby Big Brother" by Jay Roberts "Grubby Big Brother" Jay Roberts Gay Incest April 18, 2006 (1480 words) The author feels very strongly in not corrupting kids. The rest of you are delightfully corrupted and I welcome you. You are therefore over 18 and horny....lovely! Here is a telegraphic background to my story. Mom died three years ago. We live in Flagstaff, Arizona. I am Jeff, sixteen, my brother, Johnny, is nineteen. Johnny just managed to graduate high school. He is borderline "slow". He works in a body shop. His personal hygiene is non-existent. He lets his blond whiskers grow out fuzzy, he bathes about twice a month. He never combs his hair. But after saying all that, he is a beautiful guy, fantastic body and handsome face. He just doesn't know it. He is totally without ego. We share a room. He sleeps nude and walks around in the morning cock either sticking out hard or flopping around. He stands by my bed talking to me, scratching his hanging balls. It drives me crazy because I have a real crush on him, besides loving him as a brother. I picture him while wanking in the shower. I never saw him jerk off because I am a very deep sleeper. I know he does it because there is a hand towel always hanging at the bottom of his bed and each morning it is damp with cum. He must sure shoot a big load. Once I woke up at night and the room smelled from spooge, mixed with the acrid odor of his coveralls covered with paint. What about Johnny and girls? I know he lusts after girls from the tit magazines he thinks he hides under the mattress in the bed he never makes. I don't think he could get a date, he's just too unkempt and smelly. He would be worth cleaning up, though. He must be driven crazy for lack of sex and that must be why he whacks off nightly, maybe even other times in the dirty toilet of the body shop. Poor baby. Johnny also drinks and smokes weed. I have been awakened as he staggers in at two in the AM, smelling from beer and his eyes red from the "J's". He is wrecked but he looks awful cute to me. Last night he came in even more wasted than usual. He sat on his bed, his body sagging. I think he was trying to figure out how to get undressed and into the bed. "Need help?" I called from my bed. He groaned and began to slump. I thought he'd slide unto the floor and wake Dad. I got out and walked across the room and got him sitting up. "I'll get you in." I unzipped is odoriferous coveralls. They slide off his powerful shoulders revealing his smooth muscled chest. I could see his pits, blond/hairy and strong BO that made me dizzy. He felt back against his pillow, and began breathing heavily and snorting. I pulled off his greasy metal tipped shoes, removed his socks with the tips of my fingers (ugh!). Still I couldn't help noticing what beautifully shaped feet he had. Next came his underwear shorts. Now he lay on his back, his big cock laying on his stomach his ball sack open to my view between his spread legs. I know you think I a perv, but I couldn't help moving a finger onto his dick and feeling the softness of it. I jumped as he twitched in his sleep and reached a hand down to scratch. His hand landed on mine and he moved my hand on his crotch. I think in his sleep he was missing his nightly jerk off. I left my hand over his cock and he began to move my hand up and down. He prick hardened and lifted. He must have been crazy horny because the head was already damp and emitting lots of pre-cum. I moved my own hand under his, grabbing his cock in a traditional claw of masturbation. He began groaning in his sleep, his hips rising and falling in pleasure. He hissed and moaned as we both brought him toward orgasm. He cum was having a bit of trouble getting there. I guess he had too much booze and pot. His face was in a frown of concentration and he strove for the ultimate. I tried to help by flicking his erect nub. Suddenly his body froze and he yelped. His knees lifted and his cock became even more rigid. Then the pre-cum changed to a heavy drip of cum then a moment passed and then a long string of ejaculate went from the piss hole of his cock to the bottom of his chin. He lurched again and another almost as long stream shot out. He continued moaning and crying out as two more streams erupted. Finally he sank back in exhaustion and in a moment he was snoring. I took he trusty cum rag and wiped his body and before covering him, I caressed his chest, rubbing his nubs with my left hand while I jerked off into his own towel. The next morning I opened my eyes and saw Johnny at the foot of my bed. He was studying me with a puzzled expression on his face. I lifted my head and looked at him. "You OK?" "Yeah. I must have really been out of it. I hardly remember making it home and then I remember something very sexy. Uh, I dreamed it, I guess." He walked slowly toward the bathroom, scratching under his balls. The next day was Saturday. Dad, believe it or not, had a date, the first since our Mom died. Johnny kidded him until I smacked his arm. "Shush, don't make him feel shy about this. It's good for him to get out." "And get rid of that three-year rusty load he has," Johnny said. "Hey, do you think he spanks the monkey? Naw, he's too goody-goody. Still..." Dad usually made dinner but with him out on a date Johnny and I cooked spaghetti and sausage. It was pretty good. We also drank some beers and I was a bit buzzed. Johnny seemed to find my stumbling funny and once he grabbed me as I threatened the table with one of my lurches. He held me longer than necessary and stared into my face. "With your soft white skin and slim bod you're prettier than a girl. This may sound crazy but did we ever mess around?" I let out the breath I was holding. "Yeah, the other night. It was hot!" "Would you like to...tonight?" "Yeah, but first you got to take a bath." He tickled me under the chin. "I'll shave too and wash the cheese out from my wiener." He left laughing at his own cleverness. I took a book and lay on my bed reading. He must have been in the bathroom for almost an hour. It was worth it. He came into the room, fresh shaved, his face and body glowing with cleanliness. His hair was combed into a pompadour. I never noticed before that he had a pretty widow's peak. The most noticeable thing was that he had a stiff erection lopsidedly listing to the left. Cute. He came close to the bed and surprised me by settling in the bed, his sexy feet at my headboard and his cock in my face. I sat rigid, wondering what was next. Then I felt his tongue touch my prick. I jumped into a major hard on and then his lips surrounded the head. At this point I left all semblance of reason and moved to an animalistic plane. I sucked his cock into my mouth, licking and moving on it. I heard him moan around my penis as he mirrored my actions. The two of us suckled and grunted. Then Johnny backed off and spoke. "I'm one half inch from spewing. How should we handle this?" "Do it into my mouth Bro, I want it." He groaned in satisfaction and took my cock into his mouth again and vigorously slid up and down. I did the same with him. My hand were on his ass and I felt the muscles harden and his whole body lock, then the cum came and pulsated over and over again. In the middle of his orgasm I left loose and we both bucked and shot what seemed like a long time. Finally it was over. He turned his body and joined me on my pillow. Our lips touched and then our tongues fenced. We were both still breathing hard. Finally I was able to speak, "Next we try asses!" "Jeff you are a slut. You have an outstanding ass. When?" "Tonight, unless you have other plans." End. You may wonder if the boys had had experience before this but I believe not. Brothers just naturally fall into physical love when the time is ripe.