Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 19:31:10 +0100 From: Sam Arna Subject: Hairy Older Brother 1 This story is completely fictional, and I hope you enjoy it. I do however have an older brother at about the same age range, and he's the same as in this story, so I had some inspiration. Would love feedback; pop me an email at Samarna@hotmail.co.uk if you liked it! I'm Rob, I'm 18. I'm skinny, and about 6 foot tall, with ear length brown hair and blue eyes, and glasses. Smooth body and I'm gay. I've known I was gay since the age of about 13, but I looked at guys and not girls from a long time before then. Especially my brother. His name is Carl, and he's almost 31. He's blond, with blue eyes like me, and is 6ft 4, and verging on fat. He's also almost completely hairy from his neck down to his waist, though none on his back, and has a really hot ass. He's also got a really nice bulge. And he's very straight. I also fancy the pants off of him. I think it was the whole growing up listening to his stories about all the girls he's slept with that did it, I still remember being about 11 and him telling his friend how a girl sucked him off, then her sister walked in and he had a nice threesome with them both. So when my brother's around, I have a perpetual hard-on. He's also quite touchy feely, as in I'll bend down and if he's there he'll smack my ass, so I don't think that helped in the slightest. One day in October last year, just past my birthday, I remember going round his house to sleep over, just me and him. He had a load of boxes on one of his sofas, so I had to sit next to him on the other one. I remember it being quite warm in his living room, so we were both sat there watching TV, a few of his shirt buttons undone so I could see both the tops of his boxers and tufts of hair poking out of the top of his shirt. We both sat there and chatted, me sneaking glances at his chest/waist, and readjusting my throbbing cock, when he went to the kitchen. I followed him in, and bent over the counter reading a newspaper, my pert ass hugged by my tight jeans. He was off at the other side of the room, doing whatever, and I stayed there reading the paper, my ass sticking out in hopes of him seeing. So there I was, reading, waggling slightly, when I feel something scrape across my ass lightly. Not knowing how to react, I just keep on going, when I feel it again, a little harder. It feels like a hand. Now my heart begins to pound. How do I react, what if he's joking, what if he's not?? And while this is going through my brain, and my heart attack is getting closer and closer, I hear a voice right next to my ear. "So Rob...did anyone ever tell you, you have a damn fine little ass there?" my brother whispers in my ear. I feel his finger tracing my ass cheek as he says it, then his wet tongue traces slowly up the edge of my ear. "Babe, you're really bad at sneaking glances at people, aren't you? It was sweet how awful you were, but, I kind of...liked it", he chuckled, pushing his finger from the bottom of my ass crack to the top, still teasing my ear. I had my eyes closed, shuddering as my brother teased me, when finally he pulled off. I turned around slowly, terrified of what Carl would think of me, and when I turned round he had his big arms crossed over his stomach, and he was laughing deeply, winking at me. I looked down, ashamed, and shuffled my feet on the floor. "Hey, don't be embarrassed mate. I'd want me too if I was someone else, and hey, for a brother you're a fucking cute little tease aren't you?" he said. I looked up confused, and my brother opened his arms and beckoned towards him with his big hands. I shuffled over slowly, and he pulled me towards him, wrapping his muscular, hairy arms around me, my head level with his shoulders. He stroked my hair, whispering to me and comforting his little brother, when I felt his hands cup my face. He pulled my face up, thumb stroking my cheek, and leaned down towards me. He pressed his soft lips against mine, and kissed me slowly. I kissed back, caught in the moment, when I felt his tongue slither against my lips and into my mouth. Then he really got into it, his tongue rubbing against mine, lip smacking echoing around the dark room. He picked me up easily, and I wrapped my legs around him as we snogged. He pulled off, licking my lips and then his own, and pushed his thumb into my mouth, asking me to suck on it. I did so, my tongue bathing his thumb as I sucked on it, feeling the softness and his short hairs against my mouth as I sucked. He pulled it out and licked it while I watched, before putting it back in my mouth to lick clean. He tightened his grip on me, walking out and up the stairs, opening the door to his bedroom and king-size bed. He pushed me onto it, and stood at the edge of the bed. "Babe, you don't know how much I want you right now. Truth is I've always been a bit bisexual, but I've never acted on it. But I'm going to right now, with you." Carl said. He moved his hands to his shirt as I jumped off the bed, and he unbuttoned each button slowly as he looked at me, more and more of that sexy dark blond chest hair of his peeking out every time. He finally finished, throwing his shirt on the floor and stepped over it, letting me see his body in all its glory.