Date: Wed, 30 May 2012 16:00:59 -0400 (EDT) From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: My Brother Taught Me (gay/incest oral, anal, b/m) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. My Brother Taught Me By Wolf I was the youngest of eight children. We were raised on a small southern farm, with all of the middle class baggage that goes along with that. My dad was 41-years-old when I was born. We spent very little time with each other as I grew up. He was a six-foot tall hard working guy. I only remember my father with salt and pepper hair. He had a very masculine face, with a strong jaw, natural five o'clock shadow, and a dimple in the middle of his chin that drew people's eyes to his white teeth. His large ears were offset by his Roman nose. He did have a pleasant smile, and personality that ingratiated him to everyone. The hard work kept his body physically fit. The repetitive nature of farm work prevents men from becoming muscle bound. If anything he was lean with a six-pack belly. His pectoral muscles were capped with raspberry nipples. When he was working without a shirt on I was fascinated with the way the dark trail of hair led from his navel in a fan shape to disappear into the top of his low slung jeans and underwear. He had large strong hands, which were capable of breaking Brazilian nuts open one at a time. I overhear my mother telling one of her friends that my grandfather and my father would fight over the same girl. They would end up taking turns fucking her. She even commented that my grandfather was very adept at pleasing women. When her friend asked how she knew what kind of lover her father-in-law was, my mother smiled before saying simply first hand. My brother's assured me that my father had a big cock. Occasionally I saw it while he would take a leak outdoors. It was uncut and very thick, even when it was flaccid. I didn't pay much attention to it when I was young. I accidently found out that it had another use by accidently seeing my father fucking my mother one night when their bedroom door was ajar. I guess one of them had gone to the bathroom and not completely closed it when they returned. From my angle, his cock looked HUGE going in and out of mom. By the sounds she was making I thought he was hurting her. I was almost crying, before I heard her begging him, "FUCK ME HARDER, FASTER, FASTER!" My mother was a petite woman, so I had no idea how she could enjoy something that big being shoved into her body, but eventually I figured out that she must have enjoyed it enough to have eight children. After I grew up I recalled a forgotten memory of sleeping in their bedroom, and listening to the bed squeaking, and grunt's and moan's. At the time I had no idea what was going on. I was also un-cut, and had been jacking off as far back as I could remember. I even remember as a child hiding little bugs under the foreskin to feel them crawling out from under my foreskin, as I showed them off to a cousin that was my age. When I was 4-years-old my older brother always wanted me to play with his cock. My brother and I called them peters or peckers. We would hide out and milk them as we called it when we masturbated. I will never forget the day that my brother and I were sitting on an old steamer trunk in our bedroom playing with each other's cock, and mother walked in to collect our laundry. She went about her business as if she didn't even see us. She never said anything about what we had been doing. We also climbed trees and hid out to play with our cocks. My brother wanted me to suck on his cock, but I thought that was too nasty at the time. The last time we had sex with each other we were in the barn, and I was probably about 8-years-old and he was about 12-years-old. He was very horny, and I was very excited too. He got down on all fours like an animal. It was just natural for me to mount him from behind like the animals did in the field, and stick my little dick into his asshole. It just seemed so natural to me. I had seen dogs, and horses, bulls, goats and sheep mount each other. It was obvious that males mounted other males to reinforce their dominance over other males. It was just a normal occurrence around the farm. I just accepted that it was a natural thing. I was still excited about the feeling. It was a feeling I have only experienced since when fucking men. However, while I was fucking my brother, someone drove up and blew their horn. My brother jumped up, dumping me on the dirt floor of the barn. He ran to the door to check out who it was. It was some of his friends. He had to get dressed quickly, and I didn't get to finish fucking him. I don't know why we never had sex with each other again. He had always been the one to initiate our sexual activity, so I guess he just never wanted to run the risk of having his friends catch him in a compromising situation. My brother was six-foot two when he was grown. He was very muscular, and had beautiful teeth and lips. He was very handsome and knew it, and fucked an unbelievable number of girls and married women by the time he was 17. There was a natural cockiness about the way he carried himself. Right or wrong he carried himself as if he could fuck anyone he liked. As far as I know he was right. When he was younger and we were messing around he was ashamed of his naturally curly dirty blond hair. He worked hard to straighten it, but as he grew older he became proud of it. We shared a bedroom, and when he would have me jack him off I could smell that awesome male sent he produced, and it would make my dick hard. He had a nice bush of light brown pubic hair even when he was 12-years- old. Just about the last time he had me jack him off, we were on the front porch one day, and he smelled so damned good. When he shot his big globs of white cum upon his own belly, it smelled so awesome, hot and sexy. I have tasted lots of cum since then that tasted like his, smelled, creamy. I can honestly say I became a dedicated cock sucker because of my older brother's introducing me to sex. When my brother stopped fooling around with me, I started looking for other males that were willing to let me suck their cocks, because of the size of our farm seasonal farm hands came and went. These were poor men with little extra money to spend on entertainment. They often were sending home money for their families, so they could hardly squander money paying for the service of a prostitute. It was easy for me to befriend them and they never turned me down when I offered to play with their cocks, and sucking them off. By the time I was a teenager I even allowed them to fuck my ass. I began to understand my mother's pleasure having a cock in her body. Some of these men even allowed me to fuck them too. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com