Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:22:47 -0400 (EDT) From: Brandon Subject: Living with Jon Living with Jon Copyright 2006 (Written and copyrighted Brandon H.) This story is intended for adults. It contains gay sexual and incest themes. This story begins when I decided to move back home after I finished college. I was the oldest of my siblings and left to go to an interstate college and leave my family behind. There was no bad blood, but I was so independent of them and I guess I didn't realise at the time, I spent more time on myself, my studies and my social life that I sorta became the outsider of my family. I got along great with my mom and my two younger sisters (Danica and Jess). I got along with my dad, but he resented the fact I never held him and his ideals in great regard (I didn't follow in his footsteps and go to the same college as him). Then there was Jonathon, or Lil Jon as his friends called him. He was the youngest of the family. My mom said that he was an uncanny resemblance of me. She said he always looked up to me but I didn't really spend much time with him, and that as a result there was a gap between him and me and my sisters, who were all very much older than him. I decided to move back home after a tumultuous year. College was fine and I passed my courses. I was in a relationship with a girl named Erin for almost a year when she decided to end it. Not knowing then, she had known and become annoyed with my homosexuality. Of course I didn't realise until after. I had dated for years but I guess I just didn't realise my sexuality until I moved back home. Looking back now I don't know how I just ignored it. Maybe I did it on purpose. My Mom was happy for me to come home... my dad was happy too, and somewhat satisfied that I had `come crawling back' to the town and family I had desperately wanted to leave when I was younger. Was offered a job at a local company, and wanted to buy a house near to where my parents lived. I was now happy to settle in the suburbs. But I had NO money... so I had to start saving. I was almost 25 and I was moving back I with the parents. My name is Brandon. I'm about 6 foot tall. I've got short brown hair, always styled. I got a toned body due to my obsession with the campus gym but had decently stopped when my membership expired. I was fit and happy with my body. Just now I'm trying to get a tan. Prior to moving back I spent two weeks with my family for the holidays. My sisters had since started college and also moved away - they wouldn't be back for the holidays. It was just me, the `rents, and my bro. I hadn't seen much of Jon in a while. When I last saw him, he was 13. He wasn't very tall, but he was into sports. He was shy, only hanging around 1 childhood friend who he also went to school with. He didn't talk much to me, but the few times we hung out, we got along. Now, he was a senior in high school. I hadn't seen any pictures of him at all (which I know sound fucked up), so when I saw him for the first time I was shocked. It was like looking at a stranger. He had grown up... no he was still short, but his body was toned. Nice arms. He played football and soccer, but wasn't jock type. He wasn't big enough, not that that was a bad thing. To be honest he looked hot. His dress sense had improved, he had a deeper and sexier voice. He was confident. Not cocky. He had more friends, including girls. The first few days where awkward. I tried to make up for lost time, but he didn't seem interested. He would remain silent and uncomfortable around me. I kept trying, taking him out to movies and playing sports with him, watching TV together and making the time for him seeing as he was on study break. We found out we were more alike, we liked the same things, had the same sense of humour. I also found out he was studying to follow in the same footsteps as me, into the same career. We were becoming more like brothers. One night he had a party with all his friends. Mom and dad were out for the night and I supervised. At first it was weird. All these 16 and 17 year olds were drinking like adults. Their conversations were so explicit and most were sexually active. From what I gathered, Jon didn't have a girlfriend and he was a virgin. But all the girls kept an eye on him. He was cute, and so were all his friends. They kept paying him out for ignoring a girls advances, but he was adamant he wouldn't do it with a girl from his school and they actually seem to respect him for that. Even though he wasn't the most popular guy in school, people seem to look up to him. He was popular in a non desperate way. His friends were cool. Even though I was an oldie they said I was cool cos I was brothers with Jon (ha ha). They all said it was crazy how much we were alike and were even more shocked to find out we had just been reunited days ago. It was a shock to see Jon drunk. My little bro had all grown up. He was loud and all night he kept on telling me `I missed you so much man, I'm so happy that you're my bro and that we talk now. I love you man!'. It made me sad that I missed so much of him growing up but I was happy to hear he loved me. After the party I still had more to learn about him. Even though he wasn't having sex, he was very open to me about his desire to have sex. He was quite an exhibitionist. I had to share a room with him seeing as me and my sisters old room were emptied and being renovated into new rooms. When I first saw him with his shirt off I almost died. He was *too* fine. Most of the time he was half naked, just in his boxers showing off his great body. Cute nipples (which I'm dying to suck and tweak), nice muscles and HOT chest, so toned. Even his legs were hot. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the feelings had developed for him. He usually slept naked and always saw his cock. When flaccid, he was still quite well endowed. He had a nice patch of hair above it. We were probably the same size too. He had no reservation about it. He took after my dad. He did the same too. I was more like Mom, I never showed off my body. He was quite adamant about me doing the same. He saw nothing wrong in it. We would just be getting ready for bed and he would be like `Hey why don't you take your boxers off, dude, it's just me in here.` He wanted me to be comfortable, but I also suspect he wanted to see me naked. He quite comfortably mentioned masturbation to me. He joked with me saying `You know what? I'm pretty sure that you jerk off more than me, and I'm 17. I always hear those sheets rustling!` I was shocked and I protested my innocence but then he also said that he does it at least once a day and he was sure that I heard him during my stay. I didn't, though. I was excited to move back. Even though it had been about a month we were still getting along great. About a month after that our parents were going on a holiday and me Jon would have the house to ourselves for 6 weeks. Would be in charge. I had to make sure Jon was focused on his upcoming exams and not spending too much time out. I was working full time, but arranged to work less hours for the six weeks so I could be there for him to drive him to school and the exams and all other things. It was a good thing because he were getting along really well while my parents were driving me nuts, being so over protective. I happy to see them go! Jon's room was big. His room was extended during renovations from Danica's bedroom. There was enough room that we could both comfortably share. We had beds at opposite ends, and I had a good view of his bed. Once our parents had left, our relationship went deeper. We basically walked around nude everywhere. Scratched ourselves in front of each other. Jon made the first move of masturbating in front of me. One night while we were getting ready to sleep we were talking about my sexual experiences for about an hour. We were pretty boned up for a while and we joked about having to jerk off. While I was trying to fall asleep I was woken up to Jon jerking himself off. He mad no secret of it. In the moonlight I could see he pushed his sheets back. He was caressing his thighs and balls while aggressively jerking his cock. He must have used spit or precum as lube, it made a quiet slick sound. He was breathing heavily. I watched him jerk off for fifteen minutes. He didn't see me, his eyes were closed. He wouldn't have cared. When he was close to climax I started to run my cock. When he was about to come he opened his eyes and watched his cock spew tick volleys of jizz all over his hand and stomach. He squeezed every last drop out then he let out a long sigh. After a bit he just pulled the sheets up and turned over and went to sleep. Fuck! I was so boned but too scared to have a jerk. That set a precedent. What I thought would be an awkward situation first thing in the morning, turned out to be something different. His alarm clock woke us up. I tried to hide my morning wood with the sheets. I looked over to him and he just pulled down his sheets ad exposed his erection. He just smiled at me and mumbled he had to take care of business while he opened his drawer and pulled out a tube of his lube (which I had used before) and put some on his hand. He didn't care I was watching, held his knob in one hand and began to smear lube on his shaft and cock head. Then he leaned his head back and started to get in the motion. After he bit he asked `Do you want some?' I replied `No not now I've gotta piss.' He just closed his eyes and continued what he was doing. I walked out but remained outside to listen to him. I was in the kitchen and I could still hear him. He was more vocal and I got so hot listening to him. I heard him cum. I was so desperate to jerk off that I thought I would join him, but then he waked in. His cock was red, limp but glistening. He would have wiped his come off his chest. It was so hot. He just looked happy and he said he was spent and starving. After I took him to school and raced back home and went through his bin to looked for his freshly jazzed up tissue. I also rubbed my face in his jizz caked sheets. It was so hot, I was jacking furiously and came all over his sheets. I felt so guilty afterwards but it was such a powerful orgasm. I was beginning to become attracted to him. Everyday he was getting cuter and I couldn't help myself. I kept thinking of him and soon enough his male friends. They dominated every thought and that's when I started to question myself. Jon was still quite comfortable with himself around me but I had yet to jerk off in front of him even though I really wanted him to watch me. One day after I got back from work, he was watching some porn on the TV, and he had his hands down his boxers. I sat down with him I got aroused just next to him. I waited a while and then asked him if e minded if jerked off. His eyes widened. He must have gotten excited. He said `Hell yeah!' and I undid my pants and took my cock out. He examined it and smiled. He just spat on his cock and began to jerk off. I followed suit and kept one eye on him and one on the TV. I could have watched him all night. His facial expressions were so hot. He was getting so much pleasure from his hand. He was in ecstasy! His chest would flex and his abs would stick out. He was stretching his balls and pulling so hard on his cock. I had to restrain myself from lunging my mouth onto his cock. And I'm sure he peeked at me too. Within minutes he was telling me to `Watch this, Brand.' I stopped to watch him come. Spooge spayed all over himself It was so thick and white. He was covered in jizz. The smell was so pungent. I wanted to bend down and lick it up. It sent me over the edge and I yelled out `Fuck man, I'm gonna cum. Fuck Yeah!!' followed by a earth shattering orgasm. I sprayed come all over my hand, dick and balls. Some sprayed onto the floor and coffee table. `Right on, man.' he said as he raised his hand to High Five me with his cummy hand. I slapped him back with my warm cum. When he left to clean up I licked my hand, with our blended DNA. I knew at this moment I had to go further with this. Before my parents would come back, we would have to fuck. More to cum...