Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 21:08:14 -0600 From: Matthew Wellesley Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 6 MY BROTHER LOVES ME A story by Matt Wellesley POST SCRIPT 6 - (Chapter 12) WARNING: While I don't think it's pornographic, this story may be offensive to some people. If you don't like hearing or reading about gay love, sex, or incest--or if it's not legal for you to read sexually explicit material--don't read this story. The story is factual, and is about me and my brother. _________ I'll ANSWER all email. I hope more people email me. MattWxyz@hotmail.com _________ THE POST SCRIPTS Basically, Chapter Six ended our story, the way I wanted to tell it. In keeping it short, I left things out. To fill in the gaps, from time to time, I'm including some of my afterthoughts, things that are happening now, or miscellaneous scenes that were left out. If there's a part of our life that you'd like to hear about, let me know, so I can consider adding that to the next P.S. A few personal things I won't write about, but no harm asking. _________ THIS POST SCRIPT GOES BACK WHEN DAMON WAS 18, MATT (ME) 16 _________ POST SCRIPT 6 - TO THE MALL, THEN HOME We hadn't been to the mall in a long time, mostly because we were busy, and it was about 12 miles into town. We liked being up in the hills in the country, where our farm was. Dad's farm, really, but it was our home. The mall wasn't huge, going by a few we've seen in real cities, but it was nice, and had a little area with a small fountain, where guys our age would hang out. I spotted one guy, around my age, dressed in white cargo pants and a blue tee shirt, sitting on a bench. I thought he was really cute, and when he stood up, he his pants bulged out. "Damon, look," I said quietly. "What do you think of him?" "I think he's hot. Why? Matt getting excited?" "Sort of." I loved hearing Damon say my name. "Me, too." "Let's go talk to him." It's not like we would actually do anything with the guy, but I thought it would be fun, especially since he looked like he was half hard. "I don't know, Matt," Damon said, blushing. I didn't want to push it, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I was looking at this guy, and here I was with my brother, my lover, and I would never want to do anything to make him feel bad. We never considered having sex with anyone but each other, so Damon knew I wasn't after sex. We sat there a while, and when the guy kept looking over, Damon agreed to go talk with him. He seemed very nice, shy--he blushed a little, but I think we all did. His name was David. There was a bench close to him, facing him, so we sat there. We just talked small talk, exchanging names, schools, and favorite music. David smiled a lot, and I noticed he was definitely hard, now, and kept opening and closing his legs, making his boner pop into view very obviously. I don't think he realized it, though. Damon noticed, too, and it was fun staring at David's problem, watching him blush, and knowing he wouldn't dare stand up in that condition. But he did, like it was nothing, and looked down the mall like he was waiting for someone. David did blush more as he sat down. Damon and I were hard, too, but eventually that went away, and we said goodbye to our new horny friend. "Do you think he was with his mom?" I asked Damon. "Maybe. But that doesn't explain his hardon." "Maybe he liked us." "Don't go jumping the gun, Matt. Maybe he was just horny, and wanted to go home." This gave me an idea. "Damon, I'm horny and want to go home." I looked up at him, and watched my big brother's brown eyes light up in interest. "Yeah, ok--we go home, then what, Matt?" Damon said with his sly smile. "Then...we go home and play checkers," I said, trying not to grin. "Yeah, right." "I don't know what we'll do," I said. "You know--and I know you know, Matt," Damon said, smirking, "Tell me." I whispered to him, "I wanna have sex with you." "Wrong, Matt." I tried again, "I want to make love with you." "Right," Damon said, his face softening into a sunny smile. I glanced down at his pants, checking Damon for hardness. "Let's go before we get hard, again." "What's this 'we' stuff?" Damon said, looking so innocent. "Yeah, right," I said, grinning back at him. Soon, we were in the car, on our way home. It was one of those wonderful Saturday afternoons. Dad was gone, visiting, and we could have the house to ourselves. Since the next place we would have to stand up would be in the privacy of our own yard, I had fun rubbing Damon, making him hard as he drove. It was nice to see a wet spot on his pants when we got to the house. "You're bad, Matt" Damon said, getting out of the car. "I thought you liked what I did." "I mean your bone. It's not just tenting out, it's trying to bust out." "Oh," I said, and grinned at him. Once inside, we put our stuff away, and went to our room. I stripped, wanting a shower. Damon stared. "I guess I'll have to take care of my little brother," he said, trying to make it sound like this would be a huge chore, but looking right at my dick. "Damn, that's as big as mine, now." "Almost," I said, blushing, and wondering when Damon was going to start getting undressed. "I'm heading for the shower. Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" "No, I'll shower with my clothes on," Damon said, as he slipped his shirt off. By the time he was naked, I was dripping precum. "Matty lick Damie?" I asked in my high Matty voice, eager to have him in my mouth. Damon had other ideas. He had me in his mouth in a second. "Ah! Damon, no fair." Soon we were on the bed, and I was taking his weapon in my mouth. After a minute, he lifted me off him. "Let's get you in the shower, and see how long you can wait." "No, Damie--Matty don't wanna wait." "Too bad. Come on." "Not how long I can wait, but how long you can MAKE me wait." I said. Damon didn't answer. He tortured me in the shower, sucking, stopping, washing, sucking again; making me wash him, touching me, and letting me touch him. I was going crazy, wanting him, and needing to cum. We dried off, and Damon went to the kitchen, with me following. "Bedroom, bedroom," I chanted. "Melt the butter, Matt. Popcorn time." "Damon, no. Lets--" His stare stopped me. I knew he was dragging things out, wanting it to be better by waiting, so I had to give in. I knew he was teasing me, too, and having fun watching me squirm and touch myself. When the popcorn was ready, Damon walked with it to the den, where the TV was. "Ok, Matt--let's watch the game a while." Notre Dame was playing. Damon sat, Indian style, and I lay on my back, next to him. "Game?" Damon looked at me and chuckled. "If you're good I'll stroke you once in a while." "Gee, thanks, Damon. I'll have blue balls by the time we get around to making love." I looked up at him with my sexiest grin. It wasn't long before his hot, buttered hand found my boyhood treasure. "Dang, you're like a rock, Matt." "Mmmm! I'm horny, looking at you--and your hot bone." This made Damon look down at his pole, which had some good precum on it. "Take a drink, Matt." I slipped my mouth onto a very big, hard, brother boner. And the more I sucked and pumped, the more precum I felt flow into me. In my mind, the precum was a kind of tease, like it was a little tease, but not the real thing. I loved Damon's precum, though. In a way it was like his body was saying it was horny for me. Pretty soon, the popcorn was forgotten. "Damon, I think you're more horny than I am." "I think so, too--after all, you're the one who got me this way. I get horny teasing you, Matt, and knowing you want me." "Damie take Matty to bed, now?" "Yes," he said, and we headed to our room with him leading me by the hand. "Me first?" I said, hoping to lube myself and quickly slide into him. "No way. You made me horny and I'm going to ram this up you," Damon said, flicking a finger under his long tower, making it bob, threateningly. "Yes, sir," I said trying to look and sound as submissive as possible. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I still gulped, knowing how it feels to be suddenly jabbed by his big thing. I stood hesitantly by the bed. Damon picked me up and put me on the bed. The sheet felt cold on my back. He got on top of me, hugged me close, then turned. Suddenly, I was on top. "Fooled ya," Damon said playfully. "Yeah!" I had barely said that, when he changed positions again, and had us in a sixty-nine. His hot lips on my boyhood made me jump, and red, warm waves washed over me. I had his pole in my mouth, but I had this image of me slowly disappearing inside him, yet his mouth made love to my hardness. "Oh! Oh, God." I felt weak. I was trying to suck him, but I don't think I was doing much. Damon lifted off long enough to say, "Yeah, sweet Matty boy, let go--feed me your cum." His voice was so sexual. It was taking me up--through the clouds--higher, higher, until I wasn't me anymore--I was a new thing, glowing, loving; being consumed by my brother lover, yet filled with new energy. It flooded out of me, and shot into Damon's mouth, I don't know how many times. His tongue and lips squeezed and released in such a rhythm that it seemed I was coming forever. My shouts matched his rhythm, and as they faded into breaths, the rhythm stayed, and his hands reached back to warm my chest. He turned, kissed me, letting me taste myself as we got lost with our tongues twisting and pushing, his hands at my head, and mine barely moving along his shoulders. On my back, I was pinned by him, and his tongue danced across my face. "Yeah, oh, baby," Damon said softly, "so hot." He looked hypnotized. Suddenly, his manhood was at my face. "Mmm, Damon." I kept my mouth open for him, looking into his eyes. A new, stronger, sexual look was on my brother's face, as his eyes melted into mine. "Make me hot," he said, almost in a whisper, as if his sexual urges had taken him over completely. 'Wow,' I thought, 'I made him this way,' and he slipped his wonder slowly across my lips, gracing my tongue with his warm hardness. I tried to go deeper, but it was evident he only wanted the tip in my mouth, and I did my best to pleasure it. He pulsed strongly, pushing another inch in, and I thought he would come, when I smelled vanilla, the scent of the oil we used for lovemaking. "Damon, yes!" I shouted. He was definitely hot. Damon trembled as he lubricated me. His pole was wet from my mouth, and his own flowing precum--my private fountain that flowed for me. I braced for a ramming, but he pressed himself in slowly, letting me feel how the thickness of his head stretched me. "Oh!" I said, wanting more, but he took his time, letting his long scepter descend gradually. I shivered. "How hot you are, Matt," he whispered. Even his whispers seemed deep and sexual to me. "So beautiful when you're turned on this way." He always knew when I was excited, and this time I wondered how he could know, since I had just come. I didn't realize I was hard again until he gripped my shaft, shaking it, as if to prove what he was saying. "Mmmm," was all I could say, as he reached bottom, and I couldn't tell which feeling was stronger--disappointment that he had stopped sliding into me, or the thrill of knowing he impaled me completely. Whichever it was, I tensed with new desire for him, and bucked my hips as he began to withdraw. "Yeah!" Damon said, as he pulled himself backward--his voice a mix of admiration and pleasure. I watched him now, through dim eyes, and his determined expression, full of desire, filled me as much as his manhood. Damon pulled out as far as possible and hesitated, before slamming into me. "Ah!" I yelled, as my body convulsed, partly in pain, mostly pleasure. I was aware of the hunger I had for him, for all of him, as well as the lance that pierced me. "Yes!" I felt as if my bottom would suck him in, if it could. Damon rammed into me and pumped with new vigor, until I thought he would pound me into senselessness. I was wondering how much I could take, as I tensed against his relentless thrusting. Then, he changed his angle, his dick hit my hot spot, and I had a giant spasm. My body shook, consumed with pleasure and lustful contractions. It was like I had a dry climax. As I relaxed, I could feel his hard flesh, better. I felt the smoothness of its tip, and the flare of it stood out to me, as if he were penetrating me with a hot, thick ring. His moves gave me waves of pleasure that shot fireworks behind my eyelids. Damon swelled, each pulse distinct inside me. Soon, he thickened again, this time stretching me more than ever before. He groaned and breathed urgently; his sweat dripping on me--warm drops, a reminder of his hot desire and athletic prowess. His muscles tensed and released, in their own fluid rhythm. I found the strength to put my hands under his hips, and push upward--a signal that he should pause. Damon always respected that. "You want it to last, don't you?" He was more saying than asking, his rasping breath confirming the heat in his eyes. I nodded. As our eyes locked, we had a silent conversation. My eyes were saying, 'I want you to wait, take me in desperation, and explode in me.' Damon's eyes were saying, 'I love you--and I love you for this, but it's killing me to stop now. I do it for you.' My smile was my thanks to him, knowing that I could never stop at this point if I were the top, and wondered how he had the strength to do it. "Oh, God," Damon said, in frustration, his eyes pleading now. I waited, just long enough for him to build a little more, enjoying the wild throbs of this penis, barely contained inside me. I pushed my hips up at him, and he resumed. I thought his thrusts were hard, before, but his rapid jamming made me lose my breath. This was a new pounding. He was still loving me, but his face, his body, his hot flesh, was shoving into me so forcefully, my hands gripped the mattress, and I thought Damon would disappear inside me. "Ah! Yuhhhhh!" He screamed as I felt his hot liquid shoot itself into me. "Oh, Damon--God, yes!" My brother screamed new screams as that wonderful part of him accelerated to dizzying speeds, and his essence flooded me. He twisted and shouted, somehow finding a way to suck my nipples, going from one to the other, until I was screaming with him. Then, he slowed, staying fully in me a bit longer with each desperate thrust. This was the strongest part of his climax, I knew, and I relaxed enough to feel the heat of him, filling me, in hot, urgent streams. As he finished, he stretched himself over me, his hands gripping my wrists, his legs over mine. Damon was claiming me, overcoming me once again, covering me completely, pinning me down, keeping my body motionless with his. My hands found his head, and I rubbed his temples gently. In a second, he lifted up, and put his mouth on my bone, sucking it in completely. "I felt that precum," Damon said breathlessly. "Oh!" I screamed. He was rapid, relentless, and bent on satisfying me. His head was a blur; his mouth a hot cavity of gripping flesh that generated power inside my body. I tried to speak, but only managed to make strange moans, as he took over again. The pleasure was mine, but my body was his. Damon's hands gripped my hips and held them down, as if to emphasize his possession of me. I gave myself up to him freely. I was his, and because of that, he was mine--as he possessed me, claimed, me, controlled me, he was etching out my claim over him. I was enveloped in heavenly mist as the forces that built inside me could no longer be contained, and I shot into his loving mouth. The sounds we made sang their own song of desire's release, slowing passion, and the beginning of calm-- the calm that wraps you gently in its warm grip, and brings you slowly earthward. Damon wasn't fully hard again, but he swung around to a sixty-nine position. I imagined he wanted me to keep his love warm, as he was doing for me. Our arms slid softly over each other's legs; we breathed and moaned in unison; and though earthbound again, our hearts soared to a new place as we pressed lovingly together.