Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 11:10:45 -0700
From: very tas <verytas33@hotmail.com>
Subject: How I Fucked My Brother - Chapter 1

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How I Fucked My Brother -- Chapter 1

I honestly didn't ever plan to fuck my little brother.  And I really don't
give a damn if you believe me or not, but it was Billy that came on to me.
Now, I will admit that I was horny as a three-peckered goat that first
night.  And seeing as how I was a lot older and a lot bigger than him, I
suppose I could have made him stop.  But like I'd said, I was about to bust
a nut even before I went into the bedroom Billy and I shared.  I was hoping
he was sleeping, so that I could give my cock a good hard beating to make
myself pop a wad, which was the only way I knew I'd be able to sleep.

But once I'd taken my shirt off and had one leg out of my pants, I heard,
"Did ya do her tonight Randy?"  Billy wasn't sleeping.  His whispered voice
startled me a bit.

"Nah," I responded, feeling a bit of shame at admitting my failure to my
little brother.  It made me wonder how hard it was going to be admitting to
my buddies that I was still a virgin.  "I gave her a good finger-fucking,
though," unconsciously, I raised my hand to my face and took a big whiff
off the fingers, which less than an hour before had been shoved-up my
date's twat.  "And she did pull my cock out and gave me a hand-job."

"Did ya squirt?"  Billy asked, his voice a bit higher and a bit louder than
before.

"Nah," I said again.  Shit, I figured that there was no use lying to him.
I'd save that for when I told my buddies about my date.  "She got me close
though, but once I started breathing really heavy and my muscles started to
spaz, she stopped and started in like, `Now Randy Stone, `" and my voice
went higher as I imitated the girl's voice, "`you aren't gonna spit that
nasty stuff all over my new dress!  Eeeewwww!' and she left me hanging."

"So you got the blue-balls?" Billy asked, his voice soft again.

"How the fuck do you know about blue-balls?" I asked, thinking my
kid-brother was fairly innocent.  I mean, I had talked to him before about
sexual stuff, but more the nuts and bolts about it, you know, `Tab A fits
into slot B,' stuff.  Though, I guess that I did tell him that I was hoping
to get laid on my date, as Billy sat on his bed and watched me get ready
earlier that evening.

"I heard you and Brad talking one day, out back."  Billy said softly, "He
was talking about that Jessica girl, and about how she gave him a case of
the blue-balls."

I chuckled remembering how sure my best buddy Brad was about scoring with
that girl.  "You were hiding up in the tree, weren't you?"  There was a big
maple tree out back that Billy liked to climb and spy on the neighborhood.
And our picnic table was right under it, which is where Brad and I were
sitting when he told me about his date with Jessica.

I heard Billy mumble affirmatively, then when he spoke, his words were so
fast and quiet that I could barely make out what he said.  "So you gonna
jack-off now?"

Now I'd never even admitted to Brad that I beat my meat and he was my best
friend.  It was just something that a guy didn't talk about.  I mean, we
all knew that everyone did it, but that didn't mean that you had to
broadcast the fact.  Ok, so we were always accusing each other of doing it,
joking-like, but I never heard anyone actually admit that they did it.  So
I said to my snotty little brother, "What makes you think I've ever done
that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Billy sounded a lot more confident and cocky now.  I
knew that he only used that tone of voice when his true bratty-ness was
about to come out.  "Maybe it's all the slapping sounds and the way your
bed squeaks almost every night.  First you start breathing really heavy,
then in quick huffs and puffs.  And that's when the slapping and squeaking
get real fast and loud.  Then you make three little grunts, take a deep
breath and let out a long groan.  After that, all I can hear is you getting
your breath back, then you pull the old sock from under your bed and
wipe-up."

I always thought the little shit was sleeping by the time I got to bed and
started whacking it.  I couldn't even begin to find the words to describe
at that moment.  Not only did another person know what I did to myself
before bed, but Billy seemed to have heard it enough times that he knew the
whole pattern of my secret habit.  At least as much as he could know from
only listening to me.

"Then," Billy said a lot softer and without any of his cocky attitude,
"after a couple minutes, you start snoring."  Then even softer, my little
brother told me, "And when I know you're asleep, that's when I jack-off."

You could have knocked me over with a stick.  I couldn't believe that my
little brother masturbated.  Though, when I thought about it, Billy was a
lot older than I was, back when I discovered what I could do to my hard,
little dick, with a bit of spit and elbow-grease.  But even though me and
Billy were brothers, we were as different as two guys could be.  I was a
jock.  Back then I only had two interests.  Sex and sports (well, I did
have a thing for muscle-cars too, but . . . )

Billy, on the other hand, liked to draw and read and write, and when he did
watch television, he watched things on the public channel, or world news,
or shit like that.  About the only time we agreed on a channel was if there
was an old kung-foo flick or Tarzan movie airing.  I'd always been tall and
fairly well-built.  I started playing sports in grade-school and spent
years working-out.  I was proud of my body.  Billy, on the other hand spent
so much time with his nose in a book that while he was getting taller, he
was still skinny as a rail.  Though, the few times I did see him without a
shirt, he did have a nicely-muscled chest and stomach, even if his muscles
were pint-sized.

Well, my point was that I just never figured Billy even ever got a hard-on.
He just always seemed so immature that I figured sex was the furthest from
his mind.  I even wondered, every so often, if he'd ever be able to get
laid, when he was older, of course.  Though, I was a few years younger than
him when I first started trying.

"When did you start beatin' your meat?" I asked my brave little brother.

"I dunno," Billy said and shifted position on his bed, and I swear I saw a
big lump in his sheet, right where I figured his dick ought to be.  "A
couple years ago, I guess.  Right after I figured-out what it was I heard
you doing every night."

"And you . . .  I mean . . ." I wasn't sure what to say.  I wasn't sure how
that made me feel.  The little shit had been listening to me beat-off for
years, and I never knew he knew.  And I guess I sort of felt that he was
blaming me for himself starting to masturbate.  I took a deep breath,
realizing that my cock had gone completely soft in the time since Billy
first spoke to me.  I was trying to focus my thoughts and figure-out what I
should say to the kid.

Though Billy had a thought of his own.  "So are you gonna do yourself or
not?"  He said, in full-brat-mode.  "It's late and I wanna get some sleep."

"So go the fuck to sleep," I hissed.

"I can't," Billy hissed back.  Then his voice went soft and had an almost
pleading tone to it, "`Cause I got to do myself real bad, an' I don't think
I could get myself off if I know you're awake."

"So you want to listen to me jack-off, so you can do yourself."  I felt a
throb of blood between my legs, for some reason, at the thought of Billy
listening to me do it.  And at the same time it sort of scared me and I was
a bit angry too.  After all, I'd just found-out that someone had been
listening to me every night, during the most intimate and private moments I
spent with myself.

My first thought was to head to the bathroom, lock myself in, and get
myself off there.  Then I realized that the lump in Billy's sheet was his
hand, moving slowly up and down, right where his dick ought to be.  He was
doing himself.  Right in front of me, my kid-brother was jacking-off.  I
couldn't believe it.  I sat on my bed and watched him for a minute.  There
was no question in my mind about what Billy was doing to himself under his
sheet.  And when I looked up toward his face, I saw that he was looking me
right in the eye.  After a moment Billy's gaze dropped and I could feel him
staring into the crotch of my boxers.  Within a couple seconds my cock went
from almost-completely-flaccid, to just-about-half-hard.  There wasn't much
light in the room, but I could tell by the smile that popped-out of Billy's
face that he saw the action in my shorts.  After another throb of hot blood
to my cock, my little brother looked up to my face again.

"You know you ain't gonna be able to sleep tonight unless you do it," Billy
whispered, staring me right in the eye.  "I know there ain't no way in hell
I'm gonna sleep either, `til I make myself squirt."

The bulge in my boxers throbbed again, and as my brother's eyes darted down
there, I glanced over to the rhythmic bobbing motion of Billy's sheet.  It
had gotten a bit faster, though he was still stroking himself slowly.  And
before I realized what I was doing, my hand was between my legs and I was
rubbing my cotton-covered cock to full hardness.

"If you take yours out and let me watch, I'll move the blanket so you can
see me too."  Billy suggested, as though we were discussing whether we'd
watch an Inspector Cluseau movie, or Doctari.  I don't remember giving it
much thought, as I shoved my thumbs into the waist-band of my boxers and
shoved them down to my feet.  I wrapped my right hand around my rock-hard
cock and started stroking it just as slowly as Billy was stroking his.
Then he stopped, but only for a second as he pushed his sheet down and
revealed his naked body to my eyes.  As soon as his sheet was gone, Billy's
hand was back on his dick and he resumed his slow stroking.

Once again Billy surprised me.  Though not as big as mine, my little
brother did have a pretty big dick on him.  It was hard to tell, with his
fist wrapped around it, but I could tell that he had quite a bit more that
the two-inch soft, little boy-dick I'd last seen dangling between his legs.
And not only did he have a nice long dick on him, I was surprised by the
amount of pubic-hair growing between his bony hips.  Again, he didn't have
a thick bush like mine, but for a kid his age, there was plenty of hair
growing at the base of his dick.  Though, where I'd started growing a bit
of hair on my chest, arms and legs, Billy's torso and limbs were still
apparently hairless.  I wondered if my kid-brother had any hair on his
balls yet, which for some reason sent another throb of blood to my already
bone-hard cock.  I couldn't see his nuts from the angle where I was
sitting.

We sat there for a moment, looking each other up and down as we both slowly
stroked our stalks.  Then Billy broke the silence by saying, "Yours is so
big, Randy."  Now, I have to admit that it was sort of nice being
complemented on my size, by the first guy to ever see me with a hard-on
(even if it was my little brother).  I suppose that I was trying to show
off some, as I released my grip on my cock and let it bob around a bit.  I
clenched the muscles at its base and around my butt and made it twitch.
Then I spread my legs a bit, I suppose I wanted to give him a better view.
But I guess Billy took my display as some sort of an invitation, because
before I knew it, my little brother was kneeling on the floor and had all
ten of his skinny fingers wrapped around my bone.

I can't describe the intense sensations rushing through my body, feeling
Billy's hands on my cock.  It was the first time someone other than myself
had ever touched it.  Though, looking down at Billy's skinny fingers, I
could almost imagine that it was a girl who was slowly stroking my cock,
rather than my kid-brother.  As he stroked it, Billy's face got closer and
closer to my cock, to the point where I couldn't miss seeing his
mischievous grin and watch the bony hands gently jacking me off.  He got so
close, in fact, that I started to wonder if he wasn't about to start
sucking on my cock.  A thought which sent yet another throb of hot blood to
my crotch.  And when that blood hit my cock and the thing puffed-up in
Billy's hands, he let out a surprised yelp of his own.

"I hope mine gets big, like this," Billy said and I could feel the breath
of his words on the shaft of my cock.  Then my little brother pulled one of
his hands away from my rigid rod and shoved it between his own legs.  With
one hand Billy jacked himself off, and with his other he slowly stroked my
cock.

"Shit," he said softly, "I can't even get my fuckin' hand all the way
around the god-damned thing."  His breath was coming faster, each puff of
which I could feel between the fingers gripping my cock.  In a night of
unbelievable events, hearing my kid-brother, little Billy, swearing like a
whore out by the docks, let alone about how big my cock was, well, I don't
know what came over me.

Well, actually I do.  I know exactly what came over me.  Lust.  Plain and
simple.  I mean, I was only a year or two from reaching my sexual prime.
Not to mention all the priming my pump had taking all night.  Shit, I
started getting a boner even before I left the house earlier that evening,
with the hope of scoring with my date.  I started feeling it as I got
ready, telling Billy about my plans for the night.  I was bound and
determined to get laid.  I had to pull-out my shirt-tails to cover the lump
in my chinos, when I got to the teasing bitch's house her to pick up, so
that her father wouldn't see my excitement when he met me at the door.
Then after almost four hours of being teased, she worked me right up to the
brink, and then left me hanging.  Now, half an hour later, my little
brother was stroking me with one hand, himself with his other, and his face
was so close to my cock that I could feel his hot breaths.  I must admit,
Billy was right when he said that I'd have to pop-a-nut before I'd be able
to sleep.  And if my kid-brother didn't stop doing what he was doing, and
soon, I'd certainly do just that.

But Billy did stop. He took his hand off me and backed-up a foot or so,
glanced quickly behind my shoulder and said, "Reach back and turn on your
lamp, will ya Randy?  I wanna get a good look at it."

I did as Billy requested and, stretching my left hand behind me to get at
the switch, I raised my hips off my bed.  Just as my fingers touched the
switch, I looked down.  The instant the light came on, I saw my little
brother, once again holding my cock in both hands, lips puckered and
kissing the head of my hard cock.  His eyes popped open with the light, and
he saw me looking down at him.  Like he'd been struck by a cattle-prod, he
jumped back and pulled away from my cock.  I settled my butt back on my
bed, and started down at him, waiting to see what the little brat would do
next.

At first all he did was stare at my cock.  Well, he was slowly stroking his
long, skinny dick with one hand, while his other hand fondled his own
balls, as he stared at my rigid cock.  I made it jerk a couple times and
each time I did, I thought Billy might squirt his load.

If he could squirt a load?  Surely he was old enough, and from what I could
see peeking-out from between his fingers, Billy seemed to have a decent
size set of nuts, for a kid his age.  Hell, he did jack-off, though I know
that I couldn't shoot a wad, when I first started doing it.  I could see
what Billy had better with the light on, though with his hands all over
himself, I still hadn't gotten a good look at his equipment.

"Take your hands away for a sec, Brat," I said, without even realizing what
I was doing.  "I wanna see what you got too."

So there I was, sitting on the edge of my bed with a raging boner and my
little brother was kneeling at my feet, and he put his hands on my thighs,
staring at my cock, as I look his naked body up and down.  And as I looked,
once again, I can't believe what I'm seeing.  It was nowhere near as big
around as mine, but my kid-brother's dick had to be at-least as long as
mine.  Maybe longer.  Maybe it was just seeing the thing jutting from his
little body, that made it look so big, like an optical-illusion, or
something.

"I like the hair on your legs," Billy said, rubbing his hands up and down
my well-toned legs.  I liked the way his hands felt, it almost tickled as
he barely touched me, and then he'd press his hand tight to my skin.  "And
how strong your muscles feel."  And without any thought on my part, my cock
throbbed again.  It didn't take too long for Billy's eyes to get as good a
look at my cock as they wanted, before he scooted a bit forward and his
hands were on it again.

I just sat there and let him fiddle-around with my cock and balls for a
while.  As much as I hate to admit it, the kid was giving me feelings that
I never imagined were possible to feel.  Once again I started to think that
if Billy didn't stop soon, I might bust a nut.  So, I let him go on as long
as I dared.  But when the kid gave the bottom of my balls a good scratch,
digging through all of the hair growing on my sac, and knowing how much
sweat I'd felt trickling down my balls, well, when Billy pulled his hand to
his face and I heard him take a big sniff of air through his nose.  When it
registered in my brain, that my kid-brother was snorting my ball-sweat,
well, I just about reached the point-of-no-return.  And all Billy was doing
was scratching my bush of pubes with one hand, and sniffing the scent of my
ball--sac from his other hand.

Making my first move toward him, I reached under both of Billy's arms and
started to lift him to his feet.  He helped and in a second, shining
brightly in the light of my bedside lamp, was my little brother's naked
body.  He was scrawny, but tight.  And pale.  Pale and freckled.  And bony.
I could see every one of his ribs and even the little tab-like thing right
between them.  His belly was sunken and his bellybutton sank much deeper
into his tight, little abdomen-muscles.  And maybe he didn't have as much
pubic-hair as I'd thought.  It had been dark before, and with his pale skin
and how dark the fuzz he had down there was, well...  But it was his dick
my eyes kept bouncing back to.  It wasn't any bigger around than a roll of
quarters, but for a kid his age Billy there had to be at least a half-foot
of skinny dick poking straight-up from between his bony hips.  Shit, my
cock was only a quarter inch shy of seven fat inches.

Again, letting my actions be controlled by lust, I stood.  All I knew was
that I had to know which of us had a longer cock.  Just the thought that my
bratty little brother might have a longer log than mine... well...  That's
how we ended-up face to face (yeah, I was a bit surprised that Billy was
only half an inch shorter than me then, though I outweighed him by almost
forty pounds) and cock to cock.  My body was blocking the light, as we
stood, so I reached around behind Billy and grabbed him by one butt-cheek,
and turned both our bodies so that the light was shining between us.  I
bent my knees a little, so that I could get Billy's thin dick over mine,
and shoved the head of my dick into his balls.  And I felt the head of his
dick press right through the forest of hair at the base of my cock, tight
against the lowest spot on my belly.  Ok, so I figured I did have my cock
head pressed tight against his nut-sac, and we were just about evenly
matched in length.  So, I reasoned, if we measured from base to head, I'd
have him by at least a quarter of an inch.  But just to make sure, I stood
straight and slipped Billy's dick under mine, pressing the head of my cock
right into his sparse patch of pubes.  I could feel the head of Billy's
dick barely pressing at my ball-sac, and felt victorious, knowing how
deeply my cock head had been buried in Billy's ball-sac, when my dick was
down there.

Then before I was quite aware of what was happening, Billy's bony arms were
around my neck and his face was buried in my chest.  I was still holding
both our boners in one hand and my other hand was... well, it was still on
his butt-cheek, from when I turned us into the light, only now, it was
pulling Billy's naked body tight against my own nakedness.  I could feel
the warmth of his body against my whole front-side.  And in the center of
my chest, his even warmer breaths were deep and an incredible sensation
against my sweaty skin.  All of the sudden, my kid-brother stopped
breathing.  I felt his butt-cheek clench in my hand, then his whole body
gave a twitch.

I honestly didn't realize what was happening until I felt Billy's dick
start to throb and the hot wetness begin coating my hand.  But, for some
reason, the second I realized that the molten lava surging over my hairy
balls was my little brother's cum, well...  I came so much that all of
Billy's pubic hairs were plastered to his belly and the little brat had big
globs of cum dripping down his hairless nuts onto the floor of our bedroom.
Not to mention that some of Billy's cum was dripping to the floor from my
balls too, though my thick ball-hair had soaked-up most of my little
brother's load.  So it was that my first real sexual experience, the first
time I achieved orgasm while in contact with another human being, happened
with my little brother's body pressed against mine and feeling the brat's
load squirting all over my balls.

And the really strange thing was, even though I'd just shot the biggest wad
I ever had, my cock didn't go soft at all.  If anything my cock got even
bigger and fatter as I rubbed our mingled cum over both our boners.  I
never felt Billy's dick falter either, and it might have even gotten a bit
thicker too.  We were both sweating and our mid-sections coated in spunk,
as our bodies withered together.  We were so wet that we glided against one
another.  I moved my gooey hand from between our slimy bodies, and without
any real though, grabbed the back of Billy's head, pulled his face out of
my chest and tilted it up, the landed a big, wet kiss right on his thin,
red lips.  Billy's arms tightened around my neck and he kissed back.
Before long, we were digging our tongues into each other's mouths and our
hands were groping all over the other's naked body.

I don't know how long we went at it before we fell into my bed.  Or how
long we lay there continuing to grope each other and trying to see who
could shove his tongue deeper down the other's throat.  And the whole time
we played tonsil-hockey and ran our hands all over the other's body, our
crotches grinded together, all slippery from all the sweat and cum that had
collected there.  I'd never felt so ready to shoot another load, so soon
after firing the first, as I did at that moment.  Feeling Billy's skinny,
hard dick and his big-boy-balls rubbing against mine, well, I grabbed his
narrow hips and lifted him off me to stop the eruption.  His hands had been
pulling my hair and at my face as we swapped spit, and when I lifted him,
he ended-up in a push-up position over me.

We stared into each other's eyes a bit and it hit me like a bolt of
lightning.  It was Billy, my kid brother, whose eyes I was staring into
with lust.  That was just wrong.  On so many different levels.  I was
trying to decide how to tell him that we needed to stop.  We were brothers,
after all.  And I didn't think that either of us were faggots.  At least I
knew I wasn't.  I mean, I did think about Brad or one of my other buddies
when I jacked-off, once in a while.  But that didn't make me gay.  Being
naked in bed, making-out and, having already come once with our bodies
tight together, grinding our raging rods against each other... well, just
the fact that both of us had dicks was bad enough.  I wasn't sure if I
should go for the gay-angle, or the incest-angle.  But it didn't matter.
Billy spoke-up before I could get my thoughts squared away, and then he
acted only a second after he spoke.

"I wanna suck it," he said, then he crawled down my body and before I knew
it, my little brother was pushing his tongue through the folds of skin at
the tip of my uncut cockhead and sucking on my foreskin.  Holy Shit!  I was
about to get my first blow-job, and if actually getting my cock sucked felt
any better than what Billy was doing with his mouth and tongue on my
foreskin, well...  It did.  It felt a whole hell of a lot better when my
kid-brother shucked-back my hood and sucked the whole un-sheathed head of
my cock into his hot, wet mouth.

I looked down and, well, that was all it took.  Now I have to admit that,
even though Billy was my little brother, he did look, well, sort of pretty.
Even with his jaws stretched wide, trying to get more than just the fat
head of my cock into his mouth, he didn't look bad.  His hair was long,
down to his shoulders (though he usually kept it tied back in a pony-tail)
and his freed locks framed his face nicely.  And as thin as he was, I could
almost imagine him as a cute girl, especially without the pair of glasses
he almost always had on his face.  Then I looked into his eyes and I could
imagine no one but Billy looking back at me with those piercing hazel-gray
peepers.  But like I said, that was all it took.  It was like Billy sent an
electric bolt from his eyes to mine, that went from my eyes directly to my
balls.  If there had been any time, I'd have warned my little brother that
he was about to get a mouth-full.  However, it just happened so damn fast.

My eyes slammed shut and my whole body seized.  I couldn't see what my
kid-brother was doing, but I could sure as hell hear and feel it.  When I
felt the first shot explode I heard Billy make a noise of some sort, though
with his mouth-full of cock, it's hard to say what sort of noise it was.  I
knew that the first blast he got was a big one.  It felt so incredible that
it almost hurt.  The second blast was just as powerful.  I could feel my
hot cream spreading between my cockhead and the already hot and wet tissue
of my little brother's mouth.  A second later, I could feel Billy start to
suck even harder.  And I heard him gulping.  My bratty kid-brother was down
between my legs, sucking the head of my cock as it spewed wad after wad of
spooge into his mouth, and he was drinking it down like he hadn't drank
anything for a week.  I could also feel that he wasn't quite able to keep
up with the amount of cum I was shooting into his mouth.  I could feel my
spunk start dripping down the shaft of my cock, then the warm flood reached
my pubic hairs and down into the hair on my balls.


All of it, the feelings on my cock, the slurping sounds, knowing my load
was being swallowed, and knowing that it was my little brother who was
taking it, well, it all made me shoot more cum than I'd probably shot in
the previous week.  And when there was simply too much of it for Billy to
handle and he started gagging and choking on my load, well, for some reason
that just made me shoot even more cum into Billy's too-full mouth.  My
whole body jerked involuntarily, every muscle seizing with each spurt of
cum I blasted into Billy's mouth.  I'd never shot like that in my life.  I
couldn't believe the incredible sensations coursing through my body as I
dumped a good quart of goo, as my little brother tried as best as he could
to swallow it all.  After what seemed an eternity, Billy slurped the final
few drips from my cockhead, as my exhausted body twitched and quivered the
last remnants of the massive quake.

I couldn't do anything but lay there.  My body felt like it had been
run-over by a steam-roller.  My muscles were even sorer than they were
after a two-a-day football-practice.  I wondered if I'd ever breathe
normally again.  And I could still feel my kid-brother between my legs,
gently lapping the last drops of cum from my slowly deflating cock.  Though
after shooting two of the biggest loads of my life within the previous
quarter-an-hour, well, my cockhead was much too sensitive for Billy to be
licking on it like he was.  I mustered all the energy I could and swatted
him away from my cock.  Well, I should have sucked-it-up and taken the
light licks on my over-sensitive cockhead.  I never imagined that, without
my cock in his mouth, another activity would pop into Billy's mind, and
he'd find something else to do with his lips and tongue.

He crawled back up my sweating, panting body and kissed me.  Now, if you
remember, before he blew me, Billy and I spent a good deal of time with our
lips locked and our tongues wrestling.  However, my kid-brother's mouth
wasn't coated with my cum when we'd kissed before.  I'd tasted my own cum
before (every guy has at least once, hasn't he?) and I never did like it
too much.  It was too bitter, too acrid-tasting.  And it took me a second
to realize what the nasty-taste was in Billy's mouth.  Though, even after I
figured-out that I was tasting my own cum, I dug my tongue around in my
little brother's mouth, trying to reclaim as much of my spunk as I could.
I don't know what had gotten into me.

When I could taste nothing but spit in Billy's mouth, I started to relax
again, kissing him gently and without so much tongue-action.  Billy calmed
a bit too, though I could feel his long, hard cock mashing against my furry
belly.  I'd gotten off twice and Billy, only once, but I was exhausted and
I figured he'd go back to his own bed and pull his pud until he popped.

My bratty little brother had other ideas, though.  After a final
close-lipped kiss, Billy started crawling up my body.  I watched his neck,
then his hairless, narrow chest and sunken stomach move over my face, then
I felt something poke my chin.  It was hard, yet fleshy, hot and wet, and
even though deep down I knew what it was, I was still a bit shocked when
Billy raised-up a bit and I saw his long dick hovering over my face.  His
foreskin hadn't been snipped either and there was a thick strand of clear
pre-cum dripping from the dangling tube of flesh.

Then my kid brother spoke, "I sucked yours, Randy."  His voice was soft,
though I could hear his attitude easily, "Now you're gonna suck mine,
right?"

Well, it wasn't like I had much of a choice.  Once he finished talking, the
little brat tilted his hips down and before I knew it, I had a dick in my
mouth.  Now, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't wondered what it would be like
to suck-cock, but I never figured I'd actually ever do it.  Let alone that
if I ever did, that it would be my kid-brother's dick I sucked.  But that's
what happened.  Like I said, Billy's dick was long, but skinny and he
started right-in thrusting it as deep down my mouth as he could.

I have no idea where I found the strength, after my body being completely
drained, to reach up and grab Billy by his bony hips, so I could control
how deep down my gullet his dick dove.  I would push his hips up, so that I
could feel just the head of his cock in my mouth, then Billy would thrust
his hips, trying to bury his dick in my throat.  I'd push him up again,
then he'd thrust again, and well, I suppose you can figure out what
happened next.  Billy let out a grunt.  I didn't take it for the warning
that it was.  On his next thrust, he put a lot more strength behind it than
I figured he could, and I felt the head of his dick push past my tonsils.
Then I felt Billy's first hot spurt of cum, and as deep as he'd buried his
dick I had two choices.  Swallow or choke.  I chose the first option and
immediately started gulping my little brother's goo, as I once again forced
his hips up.  Well, his dick-head was then right between my lips, so his
second shot of cum filled my mouth.  Again, I had to swallow, as right
after, there was another spurt.  I didn't think much of the taste, though
Billy's didn't seem as bitter as my own ejaculate.

Billy grunted and groaned as he shot his load, his skinny body withering,
and I think I was supporting most of his weight with my hands at his hips.
All I could do was hold him there and try to keep from drowning in all the
spunk he was shooting.  There was so much of it.  I wondered which of us
shot more into the other's mouth.  I could barely imagine that I'd given
him more than what he was giving me.  It seemed like Billy just kept
shooting wad after wad of cum into my mouth, and I kept gulping it down.
Though, I could feel globs of my brother's load seeping between his dick
and my lips, dripping down my cheeks and over my chin.  I even felt some of
Billy's cum start to flow into my nostrils, but I snorted and forced it
out, knowing I needed my nose to breathe.

When he finally finished and I felt his body relax over me, I pulled his
body down, so that his dick slipped with a wet slurp from my mouth, and in
a moment we were once again face to face.  Now, I didn't know if my little
brother had ever tasted his own spunk before, but since he'd fed mine to
me, I got my lips to his and shoved my cum-coated tongue into his mouth.
Billy started sucking my tongue just like he'd done to my dick, pulling as
much of his cum into his own mouth as he could.

We lay there for a while; Billy's naked body covering my own bare bod,
swapping spit and whatever cum was left in our mouths.  Then my kid-brother
jumped up like he'd been shocked and said, "I gotta piss like a
mother-fucker!" and a couple seconds later, I heard our bedroom door open,
then shut, then Billy's footsteps padded down the stairs.  I never heard
him return.  He could have been gone five minutes, or five hours, and I had
no clue.  I hadn't slept so soundly in years.  I woke late the next
morning, as always with a throbbing erection, though the instant I grabbed
it and gave it a good squeeze, everything that had happened the night
before hit me like a ton of bricks.  I looked over to Billy's bed, but it
was empty.  Now, I'd like to say I got-up and went downstairs to piss my
hard-on away, but I didn't.  With the chaotic memories of Billy and me
sucking each other off racing through my mind, I pounded my cock until I
shot a load all over my chest-hair and pubes.  Then, once I caught my
breath, I threw on some clothes and went down to the bathroom to take a
much-needed piss.


Thanks for reading my story.  If you liked it, let me know -- you can email
me at verytas33@hotmail.com - I do have a second chapter written and a
third started, so if you'd like me to post them, let me know.