Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2006 20:06:55 -0500 From: Duke Student Subject: jock bro's homecoming (gay/incest) You all liked my "brothers next door" story so much that I thought I'd write another story about two other guys I knew in high school...also brothers, also incredibly hot. Enjoy. If you'd told me a couple months ago that my brother--Eliot Snyder, college freshman on the school's crew team and all-around stud--was gay, I'd have laughed in your face, then probably kicked your ass just for saying it. Even though I'm a year younger than Eliot, I'm still protective of my bro--after all, his reputation reflects on mine, always in a good way. My name's Graham, and I'm a senior in high school this year. I'm not a crew nazi like my brother, but I'm on the football team, which keeps me big--bigger than he is, actually, last time we checked at my eighteenth birthday. And I'm not bad-looking myself, although like Eliot my focus has always been on girls. I'm single and I like it that way, since it gives me my pick of the field. I never thought my idea of the field would ever be as wide as it's become... A few weeks ago Eliot came home for winter break, and it was clear that college and crew practice had been good to him. Eliot had packed on the freshman 15--15 pounds of solid muscle on his arms, shoulders, chest and legs. The medium build my brother had taken off to school with him had thickened to a real college jock's frame, and he was filling out his gray t-shirts and preppy colored polos like never before. But like I said, that wasn't the reason I noticed he was bigger--at least, I didn't admit to myself that it was. When he came home that day, our relationship was just what it had always been, two buddies who loved to hang out, work out, and shoot the shit. He immediately proposed that we go out that night, and I gladly agreed, eager to spend some time with my big bro after four months of not seeing each other. We went to one of our favorite places, a bar where we knew they didn't check ID. We plopped down in a booth, ordered a couple beers, and sat back to talk. "So it's good, huh? College?" "Damn good, man," Eliot said, running a hand through his short brown hair and taking a swig of his beer. "Pretty busy, but there's plenty of time for, uh, extracurricular activities." He grinned, that smile that I knew could melt girls' defenses, and took another drink. "Lotta hot girls down there?" I offered, downing some of my beer. Eliot paused. "Yeah...I mean, I don't really--Jake!" He interrupted himself, avoiding an awkward moment, as he saw his buddy Jake Barnes walk in. Jake had gone to the same college as Eliot, and while they hadn't been that close in high school they really seemed to have bonded now. They exchanged a firm handshake and a slap on the back. Jake turned to me and did the same. "Graham, buddy, fuckin' great to see you, dude." "You too, man, you look good." And I meant it, too--Jake and Eliot were workout buddies at school and it showed just as much on his body as it did on my brother's. His 6'0" frame pushed out hard into his dark blue t-shirt, his cheeks and jaw more solid than before. "Hey, well..." he paused awkwardly. "Not as good as this stud." He smacked Eliot's chest and Eliot shoved him back. In that moment they gave each other a look that, if I'd known what I do now, I would have figured out. Instead I just kind of nodded and turned back to my beer. We talked for a while, greeting other friends in the bar and downing beer after beer, till finally Eliot and Jake were pretty far gone, and I wasn't totally sober myself. If I had been I might have noticed Eliot's fingers tracing along Jake's tight sides under the form-fitting t-shirt, or his buddy's subtle adjustment of the tight crotch of his jeans. "Hey man, we're gonna grab some fresh air," said Eliot. "Watch our stuff, okay?" I nodded absently, not even watching as they walked off toward the door. I just sat, nursing my sixth or seventh beer, kind of staring into space. A couple girls wandered by and gave me a smile, their eyes tracing obviously from my face down over my pecs and biceps, showing nicely under my white button-down, the sleeves rolled up like I knew they liked. But for some reason I didn't really give a shit that they were looking at me, and eventually they moved on. Twenty minutes later I realized I'd been sitting by myself for almost half an hour, and forgetting all about our coats I turned and headed the way Eliot and Jake had gone. I shuffled outside into the cold--no sign of them. Back inside, I went down a little-used hall with a couple of broken payphones at the end. I turned a corner and stopped dead. Even in my slightly buzzed state I saw clearly what was going on. My brother, straight jock stud who I looked up to and spent my life trying to be like, had Jake Barnes' face planted in his neck, and a look on his own face that I quickly recognized as deep sexual pleasure. Eliot's own lips brushed softly against Jake's cheek while his hands, which had apparently already unbuckled his friend's belt and undone his jeans, now shoved under Jake's pants and boxers to clutch his muscular ass. He was groaning quietly. "Holy shit," I said loudly. Eliot's eyes shot open and met mine. At that moment I turned and walked out. I heard him yelling "Graham!" behind me, but I was already out the door. He'd driven--I walked past the parking lot and started the short walk home. What I felt was hard to describe. The initial shock didn't last too long--as soon as I had the final piece in my head, the puzzle of the last few hours put itself suddenly together. Then the question of "Why Jake?" popped unannounced into my head, and that quickly led to another question I wasn't totally prepared for: "Why not me?" "Are you serious? Are you fucking jealous?" I hissed at myself under my breath as I kept walking, feeling the cold night all over. And it wasn't till then that I looked down and realized I was totally hard, my 7-inch cock bulging hard into my jeans. This was way too much. I put Eliot out of my head and started to run. I was lying on my bed a couple hours later when Eliot came home. He'd been too drunk to drive so another friend had taken him. Jake was nowhere in sight. The front door closed softly and I heard Eliot's footsteps up the stairs. Our parents weren't home but I guess he was trying not to wake me. He walked past my room to his own and I heard him drop his jacket and shoes on the floor. Then he came back out, and a second later there was a soft tap on my door. I didn't answer, but Eliot came in anyway. To my tormented mind, he had never looked better. He had pulled off his coat and his polo, leaving him in a tight gray undershirt that clung to his arms and chest. His belt was undone--who knew how long it had been like that--and the button of his jeans was popped loose, which meant the top of his dark gray boxer briefs showed clearly. He wore a nervous expression, the loose drunkenness almost totally gone from his eyes. Eliot's lips were tight, and he ran his tongue up over them. I hadn't noticed till that moment just how fucking gorgeous my brother was. "Graham, I--" "Save it, dude," I said. "I can see you picked up more than just a nice body at school." That comment seemed to surprise him. "I...didn't think you noticed." I gave him a look, but he just walked in and sat down at the desk next to my bed. "Look, what me and Jake did was just fucking around," he said quickly. I didn't know what to say. I was at once relieved and upset at that. It didn't help that my cock was raging hard again, squeezing against my boxers under the blue mesh shorts I'd thrown on. My chest heaved slightly into my white t-shirt, pressing tightly against my pecs. "So you've never felt anything for...another guy before?" Eliot looked away, palming his left pec. "Um..." Right then I noticed he was hard, too, his even more impressive 8 inches threatening the boxer briefs under his jeans. It was starting to click for me again--he had no idea how I felt, and was just trying to save his reputation, but he was having a hard time with this line of questioning, especially coming from me. Without even thinking what I was doing, I moved up on the bed. "Come here, man." Eliot looked at me quizzically, still looking at me like the gay brother trying to convince the straight brother he's still a man. But his eyes betrayed him and glanced over my crotch. He looked up at me with an expression that mixed hope, fear, excitement, and pure college jock stud lust in a way I'd never seen before, a way that also turned me on more than you can imagine. He sat on the bed just a foot or so from me, his eyes never breaking from my gaze. "Graham...I don't know how to say this..." "Don't say anything, Eliot," I whispered, not even in control of my own body anymore. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was a pent-up lust for my brother that I'd never released till that very night, but something drove me forward, into Eliot's arms, into Eliot's chest, and with a muttered swear, into Eliot's lips. I kissed him hard, my tongue shooting out into his mouth, my teeth hitting against his. Our chests were also pressed together, and our arms wrapped around each other's hard bodies. I clutched his bulging shoulders, but his hands didn't seem to know what to do, kind of perching awkwardly on my back. His kiss had become hesitant too. I pulled back, staring into the face that all of a sudden I couldn't resist. "It's okay, bro," I whispered, my hands slipping up to the back of his head, caressing his hair. "I want you so bad, Graham," he said quietly, almost painfully. "Then take me, man," I said firmly, and I pulled off my white t-shirt. I could see it had the desired effect--Eliot stared at my tanned pecs and six-pack for only a second before pinning me to the bed and assaulting my lips with his, his hands no longer tentative but confident, sliding all over my hard and muscular body. It should have seemed weird, the two of us, straight stud brothers of only a year apart, passionately making out on my bed. But instead of my brother turning me off, the fact that we'd spent our whole lives together, shared so many interests and tastes, really were two versions of the same hot guy, made it seem totally natural. Even made it hotter than if it had just been some other guy--and I could tell it was the same for Eliot. The look he had on his face when he told me how much he wanted me blew away anything he'd felt for Jake. Meanwhile my blue mesh shorts were coming off as I felt my brother's hands slide along my thighs. As he pulled off the boxers too he had a look of unbelievable desire on his face, and I'm sure mine looked exactly the same. My cock sprang out, rock-hard, standing full mast at its thick 7 inches. Eliot inhaled slowly as he ran his fingers along the side of my boner. It shot a spurt of pre-cum over his hand. He smiled and pulled the fingers to his lips, tasting my juice for the first time. He'd caught me jerking off a couple times before--for him to be touching my cock and tasting my jizz now was absolutely incredible. Before I could even process that, though, Eliot's lips were on my cockhead and fuck if my big bro wasn't sucking my dick. He took it all down in seconds (must've practiced on Jake Barnes) and proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life. Groaning loudly at the feeling of Eliot's tight, wet mouth all around my aching cock, I gripped the sides of the bed with my hands, then grabbed at Eliot's head and shoulders. Fuck, he was hot. And damn but my supposedly straight jock brother loved my cock. He didn't let go till I was shooting hard down his throat, swallowing every last drop of my high school football stud cum. I don't know how he got it all down, since that's still the biggest load I've ever shot. When he was done he came back up and kissed me again, letting me taste the sweetness of his lips along with the tartness of my own cum. It was then that I felt Eliot's cock, insistently pushing out through his boxer briefs into my leg. I'd never felt a guy's dick like that before, and had never wanted to. But after what Eliot had just done for me, and after realizing what I felt for him, all I wanted was to get my bro's 8-inch meat in my throat as fast as possible. I kissed down Eliot's neck, pushing up his tight gray undershirt with my hands and feeling his own pecs and cut abs under my excited fingers. We broke contact just long enough to get his shirt up and over his head, then my lips met his again. "I'm so hot for you, Eliot," I whispered into his cheek. He didn't answer, just breathed out sharply as I sank down to his chest, sucking on his nipples. "Fuck, Graham..." he groaned. I dropped further, my hands taking control again as they pulled off his tight jeans. I stared at the huge bulge into his gray briefs, a dark spot where he'd shot some hot athlete pre-fuck for me. I really was hot for my brother, too hot, in fact, to wait any longer, and I slipped off his underwear and swallowed the first few inches of Eliot's beautiful cock. I tasted my brother's cum--it was actually a lot like mine, thick, tangy, fucking delicious. My hormones kicked in and I slid further down, now about 5 inches of his hard 8-incher inside me. That was about all I could do but it was plenty to keep him happy. I sucked hard, pushing Eliot back against the end of the bed, which he clutched, his eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed my first cock-sucking. My hands were clenched one against his tight six-pack, the other around his muscle ass. He was almost there when suddenly he pulled back and his juicy cock popped out of my mouth. I looked up, worried and angry. But Eliot's face wore a mischievous grin. "Not yet, stud. You gotta fuck me first." I couldn't believe what was happening as my crew jock brother pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs completely and knelt on the bed, his perky muscular bubble butt inviting me on. I nearly shot another load just from the sight of it. Quickly, though, I moved up and did what I figured was best--stuck my head between his ass cheeks and started licking his tight hole. "Oh, fuck, Graham, fuckin' eat me out, bro, shit!" Eliot moaned as my tongue darted in and around his pink asshole. Don't ask me how but I could tell he'd been fucked before--still, it was hot as hell to be licking my hot big brother's ass. After a little while I grabbed some lube from my desk and wiped Eliot down. I knelt behind him and wrapped my arms around, pressing my pecs up against his back and letting my hard cock run up and down his loosened crack. I could tell Eliot was getting really horny for my cock--he started grinding his ass back into it as my own hands palmed his solid pecs and abs and then slipped to wrap around his huge jock piece. Eliot turned his head back and I kissed him over his shoulder. This was the most intimate contact we'd had all night, and if I hadn't looked up into his beautiful green eyes, I might have forgotten it was my big brother I was about to fuck. "Come on, Graham," Eliot whispered. "Fuck me, dude. Fuck me hard." With a deep breath, I let my cock slip into my brother's tight asshole. And I gave him everything he wanted--I fucked him like my life depended on it, and in just a few strokes he was taking my thick 7-incher to the balls. Eliot was groaning hard, but not as much in pain as in satisfied pleasure at getting deep-dicked by his cut football jock little brother. I was going in so easily, he'd obviously become quite a cockhound in college. "Aw, yeah, dude, pound me, Graham," he was muttering as I reached and around and helped him along further, caressing his pecs with my left hand and jacking his hot 8-inch meat with my right. My chest was rubbing hard against his back as my cock pumped in and out of his college jock pussy, and my lips were all over his neck and hair. I couldn't believe how hot I was for my own brother, but Eliot was even more obsessed with me. "Fuck me, bro!" he growled, grabbing the bedpost with one hand and my leg with the other as the pace picked up. "Little bro fuckin' my ass, holy shit..." Eliot whispered as he now clutched my legs with both hands, pushing me forward and shoving his ass back into my aching prick--I don't think I've ever been harder in my life. Then, suddenly, he let out a low groan and I felt his cock explode in my hand, shooting his hot seed all over the bed and dousing my fingers. His ass clamped down and I was done. It was nothing like shooting into a girl's pussy--Eliot's ass was so tight, squeezing hard around me, that I could feel each shot pumped out of my balls by my brother's tight assring. He groaned again when I pulled out finally and we dropped onto the bed, covered in sweat and cum. His back was to me still as I ran my hand lightly over his powerful right bicep, sliding my leg between his. Eliot turned over and stared at me, then leaned in and kissed me softly. "Dude...I had no idea fucking you was this hot," I said. "I mean, fuck, Eliot, I thought you were..." He just grinned. "Guess we both had our little secret." I kissed and licked Eliot's neck and chest as my hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, then looked up into his beautiful green eyes. "Not that little." "Come here, bro," he said, and slid his thick arms around my solid torso again. I flipped off the light and smiled as my brother's lips hit mine and our hard chests and hard cocks pressed together. Let me just say it was one hell of a night.