Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 07:50:21 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "I'm a Slob; He's too Neat, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay incest ***This is the tale of two brothers. One of them may be like you; The other like your older brother, as in this story. Anyway, even if it seems like your family, if you are under 18, you will have to wait to hear how it ends up. Yeah, like the intro, I am Jeff, sixteen years old. I'm the slob. Barry, my brother, eighteen, is the fussy one. Are you thinking Felix and Oscar? Maybe the author got the idea from us. You would think of sixteen as the best time of life. Everyone says so; sweet sixteen, what bullshit. You are too young to drive, you still have acne and you are so sexually intoxicated that your grades go south, along with your social life. It's not that way with Barry. Barry is the golden boy. He always got top marks all the way through school. He is a standout in three sports in high school...and to top everything else off, he's a Tom Cruise look-alike. About me, I am in isolation. What I mean is that Barry has painted a line down the center of our shared bedroom. "You dirty bag, stay on your side. Don't let any of your smelly clothes get on my side. Keep a window open over there to get rid of some of the stink." He may be beautiful to look at, but he's rough in his manners and respect for his only brother; his little boy brother. Clean and neat Barry is gay. You may not believe it, but guys who brush their teeth three times a day and use deodorant in their crotch make me suspicious. I may be gay also, even though I am definitely not the stereotype of a homo. Are gays unbathed as I am, well I do slosh with a washcloth a bit in the AM, but tooth brushing more than once a week is nuts. I do it every Saturday. I like my body odor. Sometimes at night I sniff my pits when I jerk off. It really gets me going. About gay Barry. He's not one of those cruising queens; and not one of those guys who drops his pants, or gets on his knees for every hot looking boy. No, he restricts himself to Spencer, his regular porkee. Spencer is not very much like Barry. Spencer is a real swishy fruit. He's very girlish and petty, rather than handsome. His willowy body may turn my brother on, but he leaves me cold. Between us, I have a crush on my bro. Everything was going along the same way for a few years when Barry seemed to get fed up with me. He says, "The older you get, the more your smell gets stronger. Sometimes it gets me into a coughing fit." Then he put his hands on his hips. Not the gay way, but the jock way, and he gave me an ultimatum. "Either you begin to take care of your hygiene, or I will." I answered elegantly, "Fuck you." I knew this ultimatum was not enforceable in a court of law, or anywhere else. Now I drink a little...well maybe more than a little. On Friday nights the guys and I play poker and I will put away a six-pack. I usual manage to crawl home and fall into bed without waking the house, but last Friday night Barry was awake and waiting for me. "I've had it with you. You're a drunken smelly bum. This is going to end tonight." "How you goin' to do zat?" I asked, almost ready to pass out, but with my last strength, I kicked off my slides, dropped my shorts and pulled off my tee shirt and fell into bed. He came crossed the national boundary without a passport, made his way through various articles of clothing strewn around and fast food containers and made his way over to my bed. "'m going to bath you." I snorted and fell fast asleep for two minutes. Barry stood over the bed gazing at me, seeing me naked for the first time. I think he was chagrined to see my long fat dick that was bigger than his jock one. Then, he shook himself into action as he picked me up, fireman style, threw me over his bare shoulder, and hauled me off into the bathroom we shared. I was in a horny mood. I hadn't had any sex for days. My poker buddies were all straight, so that my bare body against Barry's athletic and my nose and mouth against his smooth clean soap-smelling back caused me to throw a boner. When I have a boner, it's a real sight because of the size of my equipment. Barry's eyes bugged out and he began to feel a little stirring down there. He sat me down on the toilet seat and ran a bath. He had to keep watching me because I would begin to slide off in my pissed state. Finally bath was drawn and Barry lifted me up and slid me into the just-right temperature water. I started to slip back into sleep, but I half woke up as Barry began to use a soap washcloth on my body. Shit, it felt good. I almost reached up and kissed my bro I was so pig happy. "Jeff," he gasped, his mouth twisted in disgust, "You curly hair is actually dusty. I hate to think what I'm gonna find when I wash it right now." Later he complained about my prick. "You got enough cheese in here to make a pizza. Don't you know the piss trick of pulling your foreskin over the head when pissing." "No dear brother, show me. Pull it back and forth. I like that." He punched me, but he did tenderly clean the head and foreskin. I was humming in delight. He ignored that. "Left your arms, let me get at those pits. Yuck, I have to hold my breath until they are finished." "You're tickling me," I giggled. "How about my ass crack now." "Oh shit, you got dingle berries there. You are the dirtiest boy in the country." "You mean my mind?" I began reaching out and using my finger to stroke his tits. "Stop that you pervert." "Me? I don't fuck a sissy boy." "Stand up!" he ordered. The water's too dirty to stay in. Let's get you into the shower. He slipped off his underwear and pushed me into the shower. At that moment I felt in my bones (and boner) that this night would end with me, at last getting my brother's ass. In the shower he soaped me up again. "You're better. I can't smell anything anymore." "You'll miss my funk, that's part of my personality. Hey, nut-for-cleanliness, you only had two showers today, I think you need a soaping up." I grabbed another cloth and soaped it up. Barry watched me. I could see from his face that he was slipping into a sex mode. His confident lips were parted and his expression was soft and I little goofy. I started on his broad shoulders. He was very compliant. A little pressure got him to turn around, just like one directs a horse. Oh that back and down toward the bottom his perky ass. It swept outward in a deep curve. You could rest the soap on the top. I turned him again and began a soft swirling treatment of his six-pack belly and then took his nice cock and balls in my hands and cleaned them tenderly. When I stood up, he grabbed me and kissed me, his full lips encasing my younger ones. We were both huffing around that kiss. Slowly our arms crept up and around each other. Our fronts were glued to each other, our pricks against our bellies. At last we separated. "I like the way you give baths, Barry." He swatted my ass. I moaned in appreciation. "You like spankings? I think you'd like to be fucked, bro." "Maybe." "Come back to the room. Get in my bed on the clean side of the room. I don't want to walk on your side, I could get leprosy or something." "Okay, geez, I feel ten pounds lighter. I miss my dirt." But he ignored me and we fell on his bed. The jock that he is, he whirled around and in a moment he had my big cock in his hot mouth and there was nothing else for me to do than to take his in my mouth. It was knocking against my lips anyway. I had never done 69 with anyone. It causes a mind storm. You kept going back and forth enjoying the suck and then your attention goes to your own cock that is vibrating and leaking. I was hearing the delicious sounds of my brother's eager sucking and I enjoyed his occasional gag sound as my big cock touched a spot in his throat. My own noisy swallowing was like music to me. Suddenly Barry took his hot mouth off. "Kid, I going to blow in a moment. Are you near?" "I'm one suck away." We both dove in and he wasn't kidding. Sweet family milk began to coat my tongue and fire into my throat. The big boy was flipping like a fish out of water. I stroked his sweating back to calm him as he came down from his cum high, but then I became selfish as I grabbed his head and began fucking his mouth and shooting my sperm into his gulping craw. It was great. It was hot. It was sex as only brothers can do for each other. "Can I stay in your bed tonight?" I asked him. "You afraid of the dark, the way you were when you were six years old?" He put is muscled arm around me and we fell asleep, our breaths bathing each other. End Part One Stay for part two when Spencer and the boys get it on with less brotherly love and more dirty sex.