Date: Mon, 29 May 2023 19:37:06 -0400 From: Ian Head Subject: Hunter Lang and His Brothers This story depicts gay sex between teen guys. More specifically, it is the story of Hunter Lang, the youngest of a trio of brothers, and how he becomes the "Boy Bitch" of his two older siblings. Hunter's tale is a work of fiction. All of the characters in this chapter--and all chapters to follow--exist only in my imagination. If I've done my work well, they will exist in your imagination too! Feedback is always welcome. **************************************************************************** Chapter 1 My Brother Wyatt and I Watch a Video (Part 1) That hot summer Saturday afternoon in mid-July, when it all began, I was sprawled out on my bed relaxing. Having just gotten out of the shower, and clad in only my favorite pair of comfortable shorts, I was trying to decide if I wanted to go hang-out with my buddy, Gabe, or just spend a couple of lazy hours diving into my eighth re-read of The Lord of the Rings trilogy in as many years. I loved Tolkien's books, had since the first time I'd picked them up when I was eight, and I looked forward every summer to spending some quality time with Frodo and the Fellowship. It wasn't a very hard decision. It had been my turn to mow the lawn this morning--I liked to do it in the cool of the early day before the heat became too oppressive--and spending some time relaxing with a favorite book easily won out. I mean, I was going to see my friend later that day anyway and, since Gabe was as much of a fantasy fiction nerd as me, I was pretty sure that he would understand. As I took the short walk to my over-crowded bookshelf, I found myself smiling over the fact that these next four and a half weeks were going to be fucking awesome! My folks had left yesterday morning to take a cruise that they had talked about going on for years. Feeling that my two older brothers and I could be trusted enough to survive without them for a while and not burn the house down, they'd finally booked the trip and gone. So, for the next thirty-four days, aside from completing the list of household chores my Dad had assigned to me, my time would be pretty much my own. I wasn't looking to party like crazy, I was just planning to spend three relaxing weeks on my own and doing as I pleased without having to answer to anybody. I didn't even have to worry much about my siblings being a damper on my fun. Wyatt, who was two years older than me, and Cody, who was nineteen and home from college for the summer, would probably leave me to myself for the most part. My brothers and I got along as well as any trio of male siblings, I guess, but the age difference and the fact that I was a Dungeons & Dragons playing/ theater nerd and they were a pair of wrestling and football jocks didn't give us much in common to bond over. Wyatt and Cody had always been pretty tight. I was just the weird, nerdy little brother that they tolerated--and frequently bossed around. For Wyatt in particular, hazing me sometimes seemed like his favorite hobby. Now that I had finished the lawn, I would be on my own for the rest of the day. Wyatt was currently working out in the basement gym that he and our eldest brother had put together in the family gameroom. He was the wrestler, and his daily workout routine took priority over almost everything else. The years of dedication had certainly paid off; he had hard, well-defined muscles in all the right places, like the guys in the WWE. Only one about six inches shorter than average. Wyatt was not hard on the eyes. I would say that he was hot if one of his other favorite pastimes hadn't been tormenting me every time he had the urge. He liked to see himself as a real ladies' man, but his cocky attitude and sometimes abrasive demeanor meant that he didn't have nearly as much success with the girls as he would like. Of late, Wye had been in the middle of a lengthy dry spell with regards to female company, which had made him more surly than usual. Anyway, after his workout, he was going to hang with some of his jock buddies for the day. I probably wouldn't see him until much later that evening. Cody was at work. Our Uncle Sean had given him a summer job working with his landscaping company, and he'd asked Cody to come in today and help him out with some extra work in the office. Uncle Sean was a good guy, who had always treated my brothers and me like we were his own kids, so Codes had agreed to help without hesitation. I was sure that the extra cash he was making for a Saturday at work was an incentive, too. My oldest brother had promised to bring home a pizza for dinner, so he and I would eat, maybe hang-out for a bit, and then he would probably go out with whatever girl he was charming out of her pants this month. There was never a shortage of willing ladies where Cody was concerned. Codes was handsome as hell (I'd say beautiful, but he'd probably kick my ass if he heard me) and extremely likable. He was a great wide receiver and was attending college with a partial football scholarship to get a degree in business some-thing-or-other, but I always thought that Codes could make his real fortune as an underwear model. Thinking about my Uncle Sean was suddenly having the same effect on me that thoughts of him seemed to be having a lot lately. I was getting wood. Sean was fucking gorgeous! I'm talking rugged, cowboy hot, with the kind of body a guy can only get from years of hard work outdoors. Toss in the fact that my uncle was just the coolest, nicest guy I knew, and it was the whole package for me. Visions of Uncle Sean had fueled countless masturbation fantasies for me since I was fourteen. Since Sean was gay, I was pretty sure that he wouldn't mind a guy getting all horny thinking about him. The fact that that guy was his nephew might have been an issue, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. So, I did what any hot-blooded sixteen-year-old would do if he had an afternoon to himself and a growing stiffy in his shorts. I set the book back on the shelf and climbed onto my bed to spend some quality time with my pecker. Curling up to read my favorite book was great, but playing with my favorite body part was even better. I'd always been proud of how my dick looked. It wasn't huge, just about seven inches long when erect, but it had a respectable girth and a nice-sized, helmet-shaped head with a cocky little flare at the dorsal portion of its coronal ridge that I thought gave it character. I believed that it looked like the perfect cock to be attached to my wiry, 5' 2" frame. Having spent a minute or two rubbing and teasing myself to full erection through the soft fabric of my denim cut-offs, I had just unbuttoned my shorts and was going for the zipper to set my boner free and get down to business when Wyatt, all riled up about God only knew what, came barging through my bedroom door. Which surprised the hell out of me. It wasn't the fact that he'd burst into my room without warning that surprised me. Wyatt was never big on knocking and really didn't seem to believe that his kid brother was entitled to anything resembling privacy. And, where I was concerned, pissed-off was the attitude I got from Wyatt more often than from anyone else I knew--so that wasn't a surprise. Nor was it the fact that I'd been about to start whacking-off when he stormed in. In a house with three horny, teen-aged guys, one of us was bound to be beating his meat at any given time, and we'd all interrupted each of the others in the act on more than a handful of occasions. Nothing new there. The real surprise was that, when he was in the mood to harass me, Wyatt was usually wearing more than the damp towel he had wrapped around his waist as he glared at me from the doorway just then. Also, he wasn't normally dripping water all over my hardwood bedroom floor. His shaggy dark brown hair was soaked and plastered to his head, and beads of moisture rolled down his broad shoulders and shaved chest. With the exception of the hair on his head and his eyebrows, my brother kept his body clean shaven. He claimed that it made it harder for an opponent to get a good grip on him during a wrestling match, but I believed that it was actually because he wanted to show off all of his impressively sculpted muscles to the best of his ability. Not that I blamed him for that. Even though I was currently annoyed by his sudden intrusion, I took a moment to mentally acknowledge that Wyatt looked damn impressive. "Jesus, Wyatt," I snapped as I sat up with my back against the headboard of the bed, "you're getting my floor soaking wet. What's your damn problem?' "I'll tell you what my problem is, Hunter," he snarled back. "You wanna tell me what the fuck this is?" He shook his cell phone, currently clutched in his right hand, at me from the doorway. Being a creature of logic, I went with the most obvious answer. "Um...your phone?" "Don't be a smartass, you little bastard. I know it's my phone. I'm talking about what's on my phone." He stomped over to the side of my bed, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him. "I was in the shower and my phone rang. Your little geek pal from across the street sent me a video; a pretty fucking interesting video." When Wyatt reached the side of my bed to loom over me (Wyatt pretty much loomed over me any time he was near. He was only six inches taller than I was, but all of that muscle mass made him an imposing figure.), he shoved the phone under my nose so that I could see what he was ranting about. "This video, Hunter. I want you to explain it." He used the index finger of his other hand to point at the image from the paused video he'd been watching. What I saw there was very clearly a naked guy on his knees giving another guy a blowjob. "That's a naked guy blowing another guy." Even before I'd said it I knew that I was walking a dangerous line by being the smartass he had ordered me not to be, but a guy can't really fight his true nature. (I had resisted the urge to ask "When did you get into gay porn, Bro?", so, you know, points to me.) "It's not just a 'naked guy blowing another guy', Piss-Ant," he turned his finger from pointing at the on-screen image to point it at me, "that's you blowing another guy." My brother had me there. It was me. Bare-assed, on my knees, with a cock in my mouth. By the expression in my eyes as I looked up at the guy attached to the cock I was sucking--the guy holding his phone up to record me giving him head-- I was obviously really enjoying what I was doing. The fact that the angle of the video clearly showed that I had a full-on boner at the time was also probably a dead giveaway as well. I looked up at Wyatt and said, in a tone of voice more timid than I think either of us had ever heard me use, "Yeah, Wye, that's me. Sucking a dick," before turning my gaze away to stare down at my lap. "Damn right it's you. I watched the fucking thing twice...just to, you know, make sure it wasn't just somebody who looked like you... and the guy with his boner stuffed in your mouth says your name like a dozen times. 'Suck it, Hunter', 'You know you love my cock, Hunter' and 'Hunter, I'm gonna feed you my load'. That kinda shit." My eyebrows raised in surprise when my brother said how many times he'd watched the thing (Twice? Damn, Bro, did you enjoy it that much?), but, because I was still not looking up at him, Wyatt didn't catch that reaction. "I said it was me, Dude. What more do you want?" "Oh, I have a few questions for you Little Brother. And you're gonna answer every damn one of them," he informed me. "Okay," I said. "Ask them." "First, look at me when I'm talking to you, dammit." Meekly, I complied with my older brother's order and turned my gaze to meet his. He nodded his approval of my compliance and continued. "Why would Gabe send this to me, and is that his pecker in your mouth?" "You'll have to ask him, and yes it's his." Gabriel had been my best friend since we had started kindergarten together; the guy I spent the majority of my free time with. He'd also been the first--actually the only--person that I had come out to when I had realized with certainty six months ago that I was into guys. I wasn't at all surprised that Gabe had been totally cool about my news; he was that good of a friend. What had really blown my mind (in a good way) was when Gabriel informed me that he had recently started thinking that he might be bisexual and, if I wanted to, we could maybe 'practice' with each other. I had taken him up on the offer almost immediately, and the two of us had been blowing each other every chance we could get since that day. It wasn't a romance thing; Gabe and I weren't into each other like that. We were having a lot of fun, though, and learning a lot about how to handle another guy's cock. "Well, you must have really pissed him off, 'cause the message with it said 'Guess what he's up to, Wyatt.'" He waved the phone at me again, "Sucking cock is what you were up to. And you let him record you doing it?" I nodded. "Yes, Sir." 'Sir' was not how I usually addressed my brother but, somehow, it seemed appropriate for the situation. At my use of the word, my brother smiled for the first time since he'd barged into my room. It wasn't exactly a nice smile, but it was a change from angry glowering, which was something at least. "I asked him to. I wanted to see what I looked like while I was...um...doing it, so Gabe recorded me sucking him off so we could watch it later." "What it looks like you're doing is having a really great time gobbling your buddy's boner, Hunter." He pulled the phone away so that he could rewind the video, then he returned the screen to my line of sight, leaned over so that he could see it as well, and started it from the beginning. "Let's watch it together--just to refresh your memory." "I don't need to watch it again, Wyatt. I've already seen it." This was the truth. I had a copy on my laptop and, though Gabe and I had only made it a week ago, I'd already watched it more than a dozen times. At least eight of those times I was beating-off while I watched. I also had a video of my friend sucking my dick, which we had recorded on the same day as the one he'd sent to my brother. I had watched that one around four times and not whacked-off during any of those viewings. For some reason, watching myself give a blowjob made me hornier than watching myself get one. -------------------------------------------------------------- The video is just a little over nine minutes long. It begins with me kneeling naked on the floor and already sporting a raging boner. (For the record, I was right. It did look really good on me.) Gabe's hard-on comes into frame (Shot from above, of course, and looking pretty handsome in its own right. Not quite as big as mine, but a respectable piece of guy-meat nonetheless.) My friend says 'Okay, Hunter, you little cock-sucking bitch, show me how much you like my dick' and I smile happily up at him, lick my lips, and go right to work as he has commanded. I lean in eagerly, and run my tongue over the tip of his cock, gently probing the slit to taste the sweet drop of precum that I know I will find there. (Gabriel doesn't produce much precum, but what he does make is mighty tasty.) Satisfied with my prize of sweet nectar, I continue lapping his glans with lazy strokes of my tongue--like a kid savoring a lollipop. Gabe continues to give me instructions as I tongue-bathe his acorn-shaped cock-head: 'That's a good bitch, Hunter, lick my pecker clean, you little whore.' Again, I readily do as he orders, swiping my tongue under the ridge of his corona several times before I grin up at him hungrily and he reaches down to grasp his pecker's knob, pulling his boner up and back, so my lapping tongue can taste all of it. This also gives me access to his balls, and I spend a little time showing them some oral attention as well. (Gabe has a nice-sized set of low hangers and his nut-sack is covered in sparse, soft, ginger hair. His balls are a lot of fun to lick.) After showing my buddy's balls some attention, I raise my head and bury my nose in his soft patch of copper colored pubic hair, inhaling his guy-scent deeply. (The clean, musky odor of my buddy's groin was a huge turn-on for me; a little kink that I had no idea I could possibly have until Gabe and I had started fooling around. Like I said, we were learning a lot). I turn my face back up to Gabe, and my eyes are slightly closed and I wear a little smile from the intoxication of his guy-musk. My friend demands my attention by tapping the head of his dick once, twice, against my lips and saying 'It's called cock-sucking for a reason, Hunter. So why isn't my favorite bitch doing his damn job?' (Another thing I had discovered about myself during our 'practice' sessions was that a little dominant posturing and verbal humiliation from my buddy really got my pecker hard. Gabe didn't quite understand the whole thing, but he tried his best to give me what I wanted. He was a good friend.) At this point I say the first of my only two actual 'lines' in the entire video: 'Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.' and, with my buddy holding his boner for me, I bring my head forward and wrap my lips around the head ... -------------------------------------------------------- Wyatt paused the recording there and asked me, "Him calling you 'bitch' and 'cocksucker'--you get off on that stuff?" His tone suggested a good deal of disbelief. Probably because he was basing his understanding on our own frequent--and totally non-sexual--interactions. Wyatt called me a lot of names. They weren't always the most creative names, but there were quite a number of them. Of late, 'Piss-Ant' seemed to be his favorite. I shrugged, not sure how to explain it to him. "I like it. It turns me on." "So are you telling me that when I call you names, it actually makes you horny? Is that why you go out of your way to piss me off? Because it gives you a woody?" "No, Sir." I elaborated, "That's not the same thing. It makes me horny when I'm sucking Gabe's dick and he says stuff like that. You're just insulting me to be mean. And there isn't any blowjob happening when you do it." My brother blushed just a bit when I said that, and then he briefly turned his eyes away from me to gaze out the window. I took that opportunity to quickly adjust the growing bulge in my shorts. As had happened every other time I'd watched this video, my cock had begun to swell and demand my attention. Apparently, my dick didn't care that my older brother was watching with us and was just going to do what it wanted to. Wyatt hadn't noticed it yet--at least I hoped he hadn't--but he would definitely see what was happening when a wet spot inevitably began to darken the faded denim. Unlike my friend, Gabe, I produced a lot of precum. The hornier I got, the more I leaked. Having composed himself, Wyatt turned back to me, mumbled "You are so fucking weird" and then tapped the 'play' arrow on his phone's screen to resume the video... ------------------------------------------------------------- ...Slowly, I begin nursing on Gabe's cock. I draw him into my mouth gradually, taking just a bit more of his tasty six-incher in with each subsequent bob of my head. Occasionally, I look up at him without stopping my oral ministrations to let him see how much I am enjoying my work. (One of the things that he and I had learned during our frequent 'practice' sessions is that eye contact during a blowjob is fucking hot!) A few more moments in, when I've reached the halfway mark of his shaft, my buddy moans softly 'Jesus, Dude, you are getting so damn good at this' and my eyes light up, thrilled with the sincere compliment. (This is the point of the video that Wyatt had paused on when he made his stormy, soggy, entrance into my room.) Encouraged by his enjoyment of my improving blowjob skills, I begin to suck him a bit more enthusiastically. I'm having a great time, too. The taste of his skin, the feel of his warm, hard cock as it moves through my lips and across my tongue, the sweet flavor of the rare drops of his precum that smear over my taste buds; all combine to fill me with a sense of carnal bliss. (Though it isn't evident on the video, my own pecker was throbbing like crazy and a long streamer of my own juice was dangling from its swollen head. I remember there being a sizable stain on the carpet of Gabe's bedroom floor when we were done. It was a fantastic suck-session.) 'Suck my cock, Hunter. Bitches like you love a mouthful of...oh, fuck, Buddy...that feels awesome,' what starts out as a growling order becomes a moan as I swallow Gabriel's hard-on to its root, my nose nestled in his soft pubic thatch. (This had been only the second time I had achieved this particular oral feat. I was, after all, fairly new to cock-sucking. Six inches is a lot of meat to take in one gulp--especially for a rookie--but my friend and I had put a lot of very enjoyable work into taming my gag reflex. Results, so far, were mixed, but I had hope, determination, and a willingness to swallow as much cock as I needed to reach my goal.)... --------------------------------------------------------------- At the same time that I was playing sword-swallower with Gabe's pecker (okay, it was more like a 'dagger' than a 'sword', but I hoped to work with a 'sword' one day) , I heard Wyatt quietly mumble "Jesus, Dude." I wasn't sure if it was a groan of disgust or a moan of interest, so I chanced a furtive peek in the direction of his towel-covered junk...just out of curiosity. It looked like the front was tented out a bit, but that just could have been because of the way he was standing. Or maybe it was just my imagination. There was no fucking way that I was going to ask him. ------------------------------------------------------------------ ...I can only hold on for a few seconds before I need to come up for air. When I do, I do so slowly, keeping my lips pressed tightly to his dick as the shaft, shiny and slick with my spit, slides free of my mouth. (There is an audible popping sound when the head of his boner slips free from my mouth. I take the 'sucking' part of cocksucker seriously.) Taking his shaft in my fist, I gaze up at Gabe and start to rapidly flick my tongue over the tip of his rod. After a second or two, I open my mouth, dart my head forward, and hungrily swallow his cock to the point where my lips meet my fist. Several moments of vigorous sucking follow. I then repeat the process four more times: slow withdrawal, tongue action on glans, eager cock gobbling, robust sucking. (During this process, as Gabe gets closer to nutting, his camera work and his 'dialogue' get a little bit wobbly. I was very proud of being able to make my friend tremble and quiver with pleasure, and the phone doesn't shake so much that the viewer has trouble making out what is happening, so no harm done.) 'Yeah, eat my dick, bitc...oh, fuck, Hunter...uh...that feels so...don't stop, please.' Stopping is definitely not my intention, and I begin to gently squeeze and stroke Gabe's shaft with my hand as I suck and lick the top half of his cock with enthusiasm. (Here's a thing: I love giving a blowjob, I knew it from the very first time I put my mouth on my buddy's pecker. I love how a dick feels, how it tastes. I love the sound of saliva-wet meat as it slides over my lips and the uniquely male scent of a guy's groin when I have my nose so close to his most intimate region. I especially love the warm, creamy reward I receive at the end of a blowjob well-given. All of it makes me almost dizzy with ecstasy. Gabe didn't have to beg me not to stop. It was nice to hear, but I was getting as much pleasure from my end of the blowjob as he was getting from his.) My head bobs on his boner, occasionally making small side to side motions as I swirl my tongue over the underside of it on the up strokes, and my soft 'mmm' s of enjoyment are clearly audible as they mingle with Gabriel's moans of pleasure. 'Ahhh...just like that. So good, Hu...cocksucker' he mumbles. The tremble in his voice as he praises my work is a real turn-on for me, and I lock eyes with him so that he can see how much fun I'm having. I know that he is close to nutting even before he tells me 'I'm going to feed you my load now, Hunter', and I nod in acknowledgement of this information without missing a beat. (I have learned to read the signs that signal when Gabe is about to cum. Aside from the increased number of moans and sighs, his breathing also changes. It becomes more rapid and deeper. Huskier. His legs tremble a bit, and his hips shift forward to bring his pelvis closer to my face. Gabriel's balls also tighten and draw closer to his body. Plus, there is the feel of his cock swelling, inflating, just a bit in my mouth and the fact that I can feel it throb against my tongue. I am curious to see if other guys have similar physical reactions, but have not had the chance to try this with anyone else. I hope to find out soon.)... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- Speaking of physical reactions: I couldn't help but notice that Wyatt was now much nearer to me than he had been when he'd first leaned over my shoulder to watch the video. He wasn't actually kneeling on the bed, but he might as well have been. I could smell the fragrances of the soap and shampoo he'd used for his shower, and I could feel the heat of his now air-dried muscular body beside me. My brother's breathing seemed to be a bit deeper, as well, but I wasn't positive about that. I could, however, feel the warmth of his breath on the side of my face. Another quick, hopefully unobserved, glance at the front front of the towel he wore confirmed my earlier suspicion. There was a definite bulge under that damp, pale blue cotton fabric. Not a full-on bone, but Wyatt was absolutely sporting more than a semi. Watching me blow Gabe was obviously having an affect on my domineering older brother. Interesting. For the first time since Wyatt had burst into my bedroom, I felt myself relax...just a little bit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck...' Gabe is panting, and the phone in his hand trembles a bit, '...my bitch...gonna make me cum...'. His free hand drifts down to stroke my light brown hair. I purr an appreciative 'mmmm' around my mouthful of my buddy's dick at this affectionate touch. My mouth action on his boner has become more energetic. Gabe is about to feed me a sweet load of his nut-nectar, and I am as eager to have it as he is to deliver it to me. I am in total control now. (One thing that surprised me when I began my adventures in cock-sucking is realizing how much power the guy giving the blowjob has. Not only does he have the ability to make a guy nut, he can also make him tremble, moan, and beg. That sense of power and control gives me an amazing fucking rush. Anyone who believes that sucking a guy off puts one in a 'submissive' position has no idea what they are talking about.) A few moments later, Gabriel gasps, and his pelvis drives forward. If not for my fist wrapped around the base of his shaft, the head of his cock would be plunged to the back of my throat. His hand grips my hair tightly, and a growling 'ah...ah...ah' escapes his lips as he proceeds to empty his balls into my cum-hungry mouth. (If I haven't mentioned it before, I love the way a guy's cock can pulse between my sucking lips with each individual shot of his load. It's not as thrilling as the taste and feel of his warm, creamy baby-batter washing over my tongue, but it is way up there on the top of the list.) I continue to suck him, though a bit slower, more deliberately, as I try to milk every last drop of delicious spunk from his cock. My friend's body shudders four times, one for each shot of cum he feeds to me, and, after a very short pause, a fifth. 'Cock-slut,' he murmurs, his voice breathy from his climax. 'Swallow my load' Too soon, it is over. Gabe sighs, and his body visibly relaxes. I am still gently nursing on his spent dick. There is no urgency now, I am just reluctant to let it go, to have the moment end. In a gesture that is equal parts affection and gratitude for the tasty prize they have just given me, I reach up a hand to cup my best friend's balls. They have done well by both of us, and deserve a little affection and thanks. Post-orgasm, Gabriel's dick is hypersensitive, and continued contact with my caressing tongue makes him twitch. and gasp, and jerk. (Yep. Cocksuckers have that power, too.) As much as I enjoy having him in my mouth, as much as I wish to feel him growing soft between my lips, I know that not stopping would be cruel. I want to give him pleasure, not discomfort. So, with a soft sigh, I let his yummy dick slide free of my lips. Just before Gabe steps back, taking his cock out of reach, I plant a last, sloppy kiss on its head--which makes my buddy giggle. The camera is now on me alone. I am still on my knees and grinning up at my friend like a kid who has just been given his first puppy. My bangs have fallen to cover my right eye (I keep my hair long), and Gabe reaches down, almost tenderly, to brush it away. Another gesture of affection between two good friends who have just shared something special. 'Fuck, Hunter,' he says, 'you can really suck a dick, Buddy. Thanks.' I merely lick my lips and smile wider at his praise. Gabe pans the camera down to show that I am still sporting a full-on erection. It is obvious that I have really enjoyed blowing him. 'Wow. Is that for me?' he asks. 'Blowing you makes me so fucking horny,' I reply. 'Your cock tastes that good.' The look I give to Gabe--and, thus, to the camera, is the look of a guy who has just had a snack, but is still hungry for another bite. A bigger bite. And the video ends. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Wyatt and I merely stared quietly at the screen of his phone for a few moments. I wasn't sure what to say, or what he had hoped making me watch the video with him would accomplish, so I kept quiet and waited for him to get on with whatever would happen next. My brother hadn't moved from my side, where he hovered over me, but stood perfectly still. At least he had stopped dripping all over my covers. When he finally broke the silence, it was to bluntly say, "You're a cocksucker." It wasn't intended as an insult, just a statement of fact. I wasn't positive, but he sounded...thoughtful? The anger/outrage he'd stormed into my room with appeared to have subsided--which was a bonus no matter what he was feeling now. I just shrugged. "What can I say, Wyatt? I like it. I like guys and I like their dicks. A lot. So, yes, I'm a cocksucker." "Do you let him fuck you too?" "No." The look he gave me was just a touch on the skeptical side, so I elaborated a little, "Seriously, Man, it's just blowjobs. Gabe and I don't fuck." This was true. Gabriel wanted to fuck me, and had been trying to convince me to let him do it for the last two months, but I kept putting him off. It wasn't that I was opposed to giving my ass up to another guy; far from it. I was really eager to be fucked for the first time--was pretty sure that I would enjoy the hell out of it--but, as much as I liked him, I didn't want Gabe to be my first. Maybe it sounds weird, but you can only lose your ass-cherry once, and I wanted to give mine up to the right guy, the right dick. My friend always offered to let me do him first, just to sweeten the pot, but I held firm. As awesome as I thought it would be to fuck Gabe, I just couldn't take something from him that I wasn't willing to repay in kind. That's not how friendship works. Sighing, I looked away from my brother, drawing my knees up to my chest (partly for comfort and partly to hide the erection which had grown uncomfortable in my shorts while watching the video) and waved in the direction of my bedroom door. "I really don't want to talk about this with you now. You should probably just leave." "Oh, I ain't going anywhere just yet, Little Bro. We're far from done with this conversation." He took a step back from the side of my bed and, forgetting that he was only wearing the towel, tried to stuff his phone into a pocket that wasn't there. Twice. It was funny as hell, but I refrained from laughing at him. No need to risk ratcheting his temper back up. Realizing that a pocket was not going to magically appear if he tried a third time, Wyatt held on to the phone and returned to interrogating me. "How many?" For a couple of seconds, I mentally debated with myself whether or not ignoring my brother would convince him to just drop it, but realized that that wouldn't work with this particular sibling. Wyatt was a tenacious bastard. "How many what?" I asked, hugging my knees and giving him just the slightest glare of defiance. "Guys have you given blowjobs to, Hunter. Try to keep up." "Not that it's actually your business, but just the one." My brother snorted in disbelief, "Yeah, right." "If you're not going to believe me, there really isn't any point in asking questions, Wye." "Okay, okay, I believe you. Damn, Piss-Ant, relax. We're just chatting here. Two brothers having a talk." He then turned and walked over to my desk. I sat quietly and watched the play of his shoulder, back, and leg muscles as they shifted with his movement. Wyatt standing still was an impressive sight; like looking at a finely carved statue. Wyatt in motion, with every visible bulge of his muscles working in harmony, was a fantastic lesson in human male anatomy. Also, that tent I'd noticed in the front of my older brother's towel was still there. It looked like it had actually grown since the last time I'd risked a peek. Unless he was smuggling an orange under there, Wyatt had definitely been turned-on watching me suck dick. When he got to my desk, he placed his phone atop a stack of books piled there and, turning back to face me, sat down on the desk's edge. He hooked the leg of my chair with his bare right foot and dragged it closer to him so that he could prop that same foot in its seat. Once he was comfortable, he resumed his questioning of me. "How often do you blow him?" I shrugged, "A couple times a week. Sometimes more often if we get a chance." "Wow, you only get to suck your buddy off a couple times a week. That must be hard for you," the sarcasm practically dripped from his words. "For fuck's sake, Wyatt, why do you always have to be such a dick?" Instead of getting a rise out of my brother, my insult only made him laugh. "No, I'm serious here, Little Bro. I mean, I watched your porno vid and saw how excited you were about getting that boner stuffed in your mouth. You were really into sucking that cock! Like a starving piglet on the tit. I find it hard to believe that the cum-hungry Hunter I saw there is going to be happy with just one nerdy pecker to suck a couple times a week." "Well, yeah, but..." "'But' what, Dude? If you're a cocksucker, why aren't you sucking more cock?" Annoyed, I climbed off of the bed, went to my bedroom window, and pointed outside saying, "Look where we are, Wyatt. We live fifteen minutes from the border of fucking Pennsyltucky, for Christ's sake. It's not like I can wander around asking random hillbillies if they want their dicks sucked. Not without getting my ass kicked, anyway." "Uncle Sean lives ten miles from here, and he seems to like it just fine." Mention of our uncle had brought a smile to my brother's face. All three of us were incredibly fond of our Dad's baby brother. Sean was pretty damn awesome, and my brother's and I all considered him to be our favorite of our father's five siblings. I held my arms out to my sides and said, "In case you haven't noticed, Dude, I am no Uncle Sean." At 36, our uncle was the image of a man in his prime. He was a 6'4" slab of chiseled, handsome guy-beef, and the very picture of rugged masculinity personified. Though he was probably the most easy going and mild tempered man we knew, we were also sure that getting on Sean's bad side would have been a huge mistake for anyone stupid enough to piss him off. I wasn't any of those things. Standing at 5'2" in my bare feet, I was a lean but toned lightweight in a nerdy package. I had been told that I was a good looking guy (I had been referred to as 'pretty' too often for my liking. I mean, what the fuck is a guy supposed to do with fucking 'pretty'?), but I knew for sure that I was not on Sean's level of attractiveness. (Or my brother Cody's, for that matter. Our folks used up the vast majority of their supply of 'handsome' genes when they made my oldest sibling.) "True," Wyatt agreed. "Uncle Sean could probably kick my ass if he really wanted to." In Wyatt-speak, that was the highest of compliments. "But, that's not what we're talking about here. What we're talking about is this," he pointed at his phone, "and your sudden lust for cocks and hot spunk right from the pipe." I dropped my arms, shook my head, and stared down at my feet. "It isn't 'sudden', Wye. I've been feeling this way...been attracted to guys...for years. I just hadn't done anything about it until now. I just...I don't know...couldn't go on thinking about it without doing something anymore." I looked up at him, my bangs hanging over my eyes, hoping he'd understand what I was saying. "I'm gay, Wyatt. I don't know why, I just know that I am. I'm not ashamed of it, and I am not going to apologize for it, if that's what you're looking for." "Hey, no apology needed, Little Brother. You are who you are." He sounded like he was being honest, and the empathy in his voice was not what I was used to hearing coming from Wyatt. "Look, Hunter, I'm cool with you being into guys...being gay. I don't, y'know, understand it...because it's not my thing... but you need to be you. If I'm being honest, I don't even think I'm really surprised by it," he chuckled to himself over that last bit, "but I don't have a problem with the fact that you're a cocksucker. None whatsoever." "Okay," I said hesitantly, knowing that that had been too easy. Things between Wyatt and me were never that simple. "Thanks." Sure enough, there was more. "But I'm not so sure that all of your Dungeons and Dragons and theater pals would be as understanding as me. I mean, if any of them got their hands on this video, if they saw you giving head to your little ginger buddy, would they still treat you the same way they do now?" That was a horrifying idea, an extremely horrifying idea. It was true that I wasn't ashamed of being into guys, but that didn't mean that I was ready to announce the ins and outs of my sexuality to my entire social circle. We lived in a rural town in southwestern Pennsylvania, an area where the residents are not known to be very progressive in their thinking. I would become a fucking outcast and a target of never ending verbal--and possibly physical--abuse. And that would be if people only knew that I was gay. If they saw that video, saw what I was doing with my friend's dick and how much I was enjoying it...I would be doomed. Though what my brother had suggested was terrifying, I tried to play it cool, "Gabe would never do that to me, Wyatt. He's my best friend." My brother shrugged, his pecs and shoulders shifting fluidly with the motion, "Hey, he sent it to me. Who's to say who might get it next?" "Okay, but you wouldn't send it to anyone. I mean, even you don't hate me that much." "Hate you? Hunter, I don't hate you at all," he sounded like what I had said had actually hurt his feelings. "You're my little brother, Piss-Ant. That means something to me whether you believe it or not." He paused for a beat and, with the same smirk he used to have when we were kids and he would sit on my chest and make me play 'Stop Hitting Yourself, Hunter', he said, "But accidents sending phone messages happen all the time, Dude." "Jesus, Wyatt, you can't..." My brother cut me off before I could finish. "What's on this," he informed me, reaching over to tap two fingers on his phone without glancing over at it, "says that I can do pretty much whatever I want, Little Brother." So, there it was, the main reason for this entire 'conversation' had been driven by one of the central themes of his and my relationship: Wyatt's need to dominate me. For as far back as I could remember, he had always felt the need to show me that, regarding our sibling relationship, he was the Top Dog. I briefly considered lunging past him to grab the phone, but that idea was a non-starter. While I could always beat Wyatt in a battle of wits, any physical confrontation between us was destined to be a loss for me before it even started. Although it had been quite some time since he and I had engaged in more than a short-lived shoving match, he had spent most of our pre-teen years proving to me that he could easily overpower me any time he wished. My brother had me in a corner, and we both knew it. Giving him a withering stare, I went back to sit on my bed and calmly, but with a touch of ice in my tone, said, "Okay, Wyatt. What do you want from me?" To his credit, my brother accepted my surrender without self-congratulatory whooping or a victory dance. He just smiled and nodded saying, "Wise decision, Piss-Ant." "I hate it when you call me that." "I know," he conceded, "which is why I am going to give you a new nickname, Hunter. One that I think you'll like more." "And that is...?" Whatever he was going to call me, I was fairly certain that it was not really going to be an improvement on 'Piss-Ant'. Wyatt looked up and off to the side, pretending to be giving some thought to his reply. "Well, I was kinda thinking that, I don't know, maybe...Bitch...would work better. Be more fitting." "Dude, you are not calling me Bitch." Grinning from ear to ear, he held up his right hand, palm out, in a mollifying gesture. "Don't be like that, Bro. It's actually a promotion. Being my Bitch comes with all kinds of new duties and rewards. I think you'll thank me...eventually." This was getting very annoying. "Dammit, Wyatt, I am tired of playing around with you here. No more games. Just tell me what the fuck you want, okay?" "Fine, Hunter, I can respect that. No more games." At that moment, looking at Wyatt's face--particularly his brown eyes--I was reminded of a National Geographic documentary I'd seen about wolves, and a shiver went down my spine. "I want you to suck my dick, Little Brother. I want you on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Whenever I want it; as often as I want it. "Just like a little cocksucker Bitch like you is supposed to behave." (END OF PART 1)