Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:22:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Zeek King Subject: Kenny and Ryan: Chapter 1 Warning: This is a work of fiction that is in no way based off of truth or fact. This story involves sex between brothers. If such work offends you, please direct yourself away from this page. If you have any comments/requests, please feel free to e-mail me at: zeekking41@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! Kenny And Ryan: Chapter 1 by Colin T. I had always been attracted to my brother, Kenny, though not in the sexual way -- at least at first. I looked up to him when we were both younger, and the one year age difference between us only cemented my emulation of him. We used to do a lot together; play football, wrestle in the house, and play pickup basketball. He used to help me with my math homework. We had a lot of fun together. Then...something happened. Right around the time he turned thirteen, things started to change between us. He got nasty; verbally and, sometimes, physically abusive. He would scream at me, swear at me for no reason at all. Whenever I walked into the room, it seemed, he would attack me for some preconceived wrong. Then, as we both got older, and he developed some muscle tone from football, he began to hit me a bit. A punch in the stomach, a kick in the back of the legs, a backhand across the face. Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't just lay there and take it. My brother and I are vastly different physically. He was short and stocky; around 5'8" and maybe 180 pounds, all of it muscle. He had brown hair and brown eyes; eyes that could be so cruel. His smile was impish, and he was quick to take off his shirt and show off the chest he worked hard for. However, his ass was his greatest feature. He always wore these khaki cargo pants that perfectly hugged the round globes of his ass. I stood at about 5'10" by the age of 16, and weighed around 150 pounds. I was tall and lanky, though I was beginning to get a bit of muscle in my midriff. I had blonde hair and blue eyes; a perfect Aryan child. I wasn't as strong as my brother, but I could hold my own in a fight, which I often ended up doing. My own ass wasn't anything to sneeze at, and I often wore baggy pants that allowed my boxers and a bit of skin to show. We would get into very physical altercations; him pushing and punching me, myself defending and jabbing back as best I could. He would often tackle me; a terrible parody of our childhood wrestling. He was the quarterback on our high school football team, and had developed quite an ego. One day, something quite unexpected happened. I was in the kitchen, pouring myself some juice, when he walked through the front door; I could already tell he was in a bitch mood. He was sweaty and hot, and his girlfriend wasn't giving him any, not even head. (I had heard him talking on the phone about it to one of his asshole friends.) As he walked by me, he knocked the glass out of my hand. It shattered on the floor and I became furious. Why did he always have to be such an asshole to me? What had I ever done wrong? I pushed him into a nearby wall, causing him to stumble a bit as his hip connected with the plaster. He righted himself and turned, a look of hate blazing in his eyes. He came after me and I, like a pussy, turned and ran. I didn't stand a chance. He tackled me, and I fell to the ground, my face smashed into a carpet smelling of dog piss and sweat. He flipped me over and started wailing on me, his fists connecting with my face and stomach, sometimes my kidneys. He was sitting on my chest, and his sweat pants were baggy around his ass. Suddenly, I noticed a tent starting to form in the crotch of his sweat pants, a sure sign from any male that they were getting a hard on. He looked down and noticed it himself, then smiled a soft cruel smile. He stopped beating on me, and reached down to his waist, flipping the elastic of his sweat pants over his growing manhood. His dick was contained by his jock, a thin layer of fabric, but I could make out the outline of its engorged head; he hadn't jacked off for a while. He cupped my head and brought it up to his jock, then smashed my face against the fabric. I struggled against the pressure, but my heart really wasn't in it, for I actually enjoyed it. I know it sounds fucked up, but being this close to his dick was making me hard. I could smell the sweat, piss, and cum on his jock. I could feel myself tenting up. He started to grind his cup into my mouth, all the while smirking down at me. He reached behind him and grabbed my cock, slowly but steadily yanking it through the fabric of my basketball shorts. He reached with one hand and flipped his cock and balls out of his jock. I hadn't seen my brother's dick in a while, and boy was it impressive. While we were both cut, my dick was long (about eight inches) but on the skinny side, while his was shorter but very fat. The thing was like a coke can. It was probably a little over seven inches and had to be at least seven inches around. He had a mushroom head that was already dripping pre cum. His dark pubic hair was carefully trimmed and led to a treasure trail that continued up his abs to his bellybutton. He looked like he groomed himself down there at least once a week. He smelled like sweat. It was a sweet smell. He grabbed his fat cock in his hand and jerked it a few times, all the while still massaging my throbbing member. I didn't care that he was a guy, or even that he was my brother, or that he had me pinned to the floor. All I cared about was that it felt good what he was doing to my dick and that I really, really wanted his cock in my mouth. I lifted my head off the floor a bit, trying to reach his dick with my mouth (all the while hating myself for it), but he slapped my head down. He barked a cruel laugh and called me a fag. I didn't care. I wanted him to use me. He took his dick and started swiping it across my face, leaving trails of pre-cum across my cheeks. He laid his dick across my face, vertically, and slapped my face with it a few times. Then, finally, he started brushing his cock head across my lips. My tongue flicked out and caught a lick of his engorged head. He tasted salty. My lips parted and, our eyes locking, he shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged on it at first. I couldn't help it; I didn't want to, he was just so fucking big. He didn't care though; he kept his cock shoved down my throat. Thankfully he didn't try to move it so my throat gradually adjusted to what was in it. When I was able to breathe a bit, he slowly started to face fuck me. I loved it. I had had thoughts about other guys, and had even jacked off with a few friends, but had never sucked a guy off before. The closest I had ever come to oral with another dude was letting some fag at my school blow me in the bathroom stall. I came all over his face and he licked it up. I didn't know if I was gay, bi, or straight, and I really didn't care. All I knew was that I liked my brother's dick down my throat and that I wanted more of him. He withdrew his cock fully and slid it back in, his cock slick with my spit. He took my head in both hands and started to move his hips faster, grinding into me. My mouth turned into just another hole for him, no better and no worse. My mouth was just a wet and moist hole for him to get off with. He picked up even more speed till his balls were slapping against my chin. I was making wet suckling noises, but I didn't care. I loved the taste of him. He withdrew his cock and slapped my face with it a few times again. He took his balls (about the size of golf balls and hairy) and placed them in my mouth. I rolled them around a few times, experimentally, then started to suck on one, stretching it out from his ball sack till I could roll it around for a bit. I worked on his other ball for a bit until he shoved his cock back in my mouth. Soon all I could hear was the sound of flesh slapping flesh, his grunts of pleasure, and my whimpers of satisfaction. I started kneading his muscled ass. We continued on like this for another five minutes, maybe; him face fucking me with his huge cock, me loving every minute of it. My spit started to drip down my chin and a couple times he took his cock out and I spat on it, then greedily inhaled it again. I was in heaven, and he knew it. That smug, arrogant, cocky look was on his face again. The one he probably used when he was fucking some cheerleader slut. I could imagine him in an equipment shed after a game, his helmet on the floor next to him, his football pants and jock around his ankles, some blonde bimbo with big tits and a gaping cunt bent over a table, his fat dick splitting her as she gasped. He started to moan and groan a bit louder, and I could tell he was close to cumming. He shoved his entire cock into my mouth and held it there, pushing insistently against my face. His pubes tickled my nose. He grinded into me, his hands gripping my head, holding me in place. He gave one last drawn out moan and started spewing in my mouth. The first shot of cum went straight down my throat, but the second and third stayed in my mouth where I could savor the taste for a bit. Not for long, however, as he kept shooting, forcing me to swallow his man seed so I could make room in my mouth for more of it. When he stopped cumming, he withdrew his dick, still slick with spit and cum. He wiped it across my face a bit, just enough to spread his cum everywhere, then pulled his jock and pants up and languidly walked upstairs. As I laid, dazed, on the carpeting, I heard the shower start. I stood up and rushed to the bathroom where I had just enough time to take out my steel dick and jerk it twice before I blasted cum all over the toilet. My legs gave out and I leaned against the toilet, thinking of the repercussions of my brother having face fucked me.