My Kid Brother
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This ADULT fantasy depicts homosexual
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My still unknown benefactor preceded me to the elevator carrying
my sea bag with little effort. I would have been made of wood if I didn't
notice the smooth rhythm of his nicely rounded buttocks as he walked in
front of me. His tight jeans accentuated the cleft between them,
and my cock responded automatically by swelling in the tight confinement
of my jeans.
I swung my suitcase in front of me covering the bulge in my crotch
when, after pushing the call button, he turned around to face me.
"Hey," he said, grinning broadly when he saw me holding the suitcase
with two hands. "That suitcase must be heavy."
"Not really," I croaked nervously glancing up at the elevator floor
indicator and changing the subject. "That sea bag will get heavy if we
have to wait very long for the elevator."
"Nah, I can handle it," he said, flexing his shoulder muscles and
bouncing the sea bag. "It might have been awkward if we had used the stairs,
but it really isn't too heavy."
"I'm glad we didn't use the stairs," I exclaimed softly as the
elevator door opened and two scruffy looking men exited.
We stepped aside, and they passed without comment, the odor of
unwashed bodies drifting in their wake. There was the strong aroma
of antiseptic when we stepped inside the elevator, but that was not unusual
for a YMCA or any of the places that provide shelter for indigent and
non-indigent men and women.
Punching the button for the second floor and setting my suitcase
on the floor, I was about to turn around when, I heard my sea bag thump
lightly on the floor and then, "My name is Heath."
"Carlton," I replied. "Nice meeting you."
"The same here, Carlton," he replied squeezing my hand tightly, his
dark brown eyes intently looking into mine.
His grip was firm, he shoulders were broad, and his open jacket revealed
his narrow waist, hips and impressive bulge only millimeters from its
counterpart. He was wearing denim jeans with matching shirt and
jacket. The inverted apex of his shirt revealed smooth hairless
flesh, and the strong steady beating of his heart was clearly visible within
the sternum at the juncture of his chest muscles.
As our grip slackened a wave of desire swept over me and I uncharacteristically
took the initiative. Sliding my arms around his waist, I moved closer
until the mutual bulges in our groins touched. He responded quickly,
his eyes gleaming as he put his arms around my shoulders and increased
the pressure between us by grinding his cock against mine and drawing
me tightly to him. " I wanted you the minute you got out of that taxi,
Carlton." He growled softly as our lips met.
Experienced tongues explored the velvety interior of each other's mouth
searching and tasting the sweet saliva of passion mixed with desire. The
earlier nerve racking experience with Brett Hunter had kindled the fires
of an intense sexual need in my loins. In Heath's arms with his solidly
muscled body pressed tightly against me the need intensified, generating
ecstatic waves of an all consuming lust.
His arms were steel bands holding me tightly against him as we kissed,
and I could feel rapid beat of his heart matching my own. Our heavy breathing
combined with searching hands roaming over cloth covered bodies was overpowering.
But for the, approaching floor, alarm indicating the elevator doors were
about to open, we may have taken each other in the elevator. However reluctant
our loins were, the alarm penetrated the surreal fog of animal lust forcing
us back to our senses.
"Jesus, Heath, I'm sorry," I gasped, stumbling backwards over my suitcase
as we parted.
"What for?" He asked, grabbing the sea bag as the doors opened and
following me into the semi-dark corridor. "You wanted me as much as I
wanted you, didn't you?"
"Yeah; but I've never thrown myself at someone the way I just did,"
Chuckling softly, he said, "You beat me to it by a few seconds."
"Really!" I exclaimed as I inserted the key into the door lock of my
The accommodations were standard for
YMCA's: A single bed, small desk with chair, wash basin with medicine cabinet
and a small, but sufficient, wardrobe with a few hangers for clothing
and two built in drawers. There was a single ceiling light for illumination;
the walls were covered in a nondescript paper that had lost any color or
pattern it may have had. The dim overhead light revealed that the floor
needed a good scrubbing and waxing.
Heath dropped the sea bag on the floor next to the wardrobe while I
spun the chair around and placed the suitcase on it. Moving up behind me,
he slipped his hands around my waist pulling me backwards against him.
I felt the impression of his steel hard cock pressing into the cleft between
my buttocks. Blowing his warm breath into my ear, he sent shivers over
me and had me leaning backwards and resting my head on his shoulder. I could
feel the heat of his cock and the beating of his heart. Thoughts of when
Dalton had fucked me last rushed into my head and the sudden urge to feel
a man's cock in my ass was overwhelming. Pushing my hips backwards
and tightening my ass muscles, I kissed Heath's neck and whispered, "Is
that what you want?"
"For starters," he growled, breathing heavily and nipping my ear lobe
with his teeth while he unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans.
Twisting around in his arms, I pulled my shirt over my head as he knelt
and, unzipping my fly, pulled my jeans and briefs down. When my drooling
cock sprang free from the restraint of my briefs, his eyes lit up; and
he exclaimed, "Damn, you're hot."
I wanted to undress him; but when he knelt and I felt his mouth engulfing
my cock and one hand kneading my balls, I gasped with surprise, grabbing
his hair and groaning, "Not yet, Heath, I'm too close." Gripping my buttocks
with both hands, he held me tightly as the ferocity of his sucking increased,
and I succumbed, my hips responding automatically with an intensity matching
his and driving my cock into the depths of his mouth.
The fire in my loins blazed with wanton abandon, and I fucked his sucking
mouth, a vacuum drawing from my balls the elixir he so urgently sought
and my burgeoning cock needed to give to him. "Suck it, Baby, suck
it," I growled hunching over him and, entangling my fingers in his hair holding
his head tightly as my cock exploded with volcanic force filling his mouth
with hot sperm. Reveling in a surreal fog of lust as my surging cock
emptied my balls, I felt Heath's hands roaming over my calves and up over
the back of my thighs and my buttocks and his mouth sucking, draining the
remnants that oozed from the aperture in the crown of my wilting cock until
it slipped from his lips.
"Jesus, Heath," I gasped, inhaling deeply and sitting down heavily on
the bed. "You sure know how to suck a mans cock."
"Especially when I meet a man who is good looking with a body like
yours and a man sized cock," he replied, grinning as he stood up from his
kneeling position and began stripping.
Scooting up to the beds pillow, I could see the fires of lust burning
in the depths of his eyes as he undressed. Except for being maybe two or
three years older, my first impression of his resemblance to Lyle Coleman
was confirmed as he discarded each piece of clothing revealing hard, lean
and beautifully defined muscles. Large pinkish aureole's enhanced the dark
brown of his nipples. Ridges of hard abdominal muscles formed a channel
filled with dark hair cascading from his inverted navel to merge with the
silky thick forest surrounding the base of an impressive, uncut cock which
stood proudly erect, its purplish blood engorged crown peeping from its protective
sheath with pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethra aperture. At the base
of this gorgeous missile hung twin walnut-sized testicles encased in sac
of slightly ridged flesh with a sparse growth of dark downy hair.
"Mmmmmm," I mused softly and appreciatively as I scanned his unblemished
body, his tight muscles rippling as he tossed his clothes on the pile with
mine. My heartbeat increased with anticipation when he placed one leg on
the bed and with one foot on the floor stood over me. "You certainly don't
have anything to be ashamed of," I said, licking my lips with anticipation.
"Birds of a feather," He quoted as he moved onto the bed and stretched
out beside me.
Sliding one arm under my neck and placing his other arm over my chest,
he flexed his arm muscles lifting my head and rolling my body against his.
I instinctively placed my arm over his chest completing the embrace.
As our lips met, he pulled me close to him and threw one leg over mine locking
us together in a passionate embrace. While our tongues danced the duet
of lovers, he rotated his hips rolling our pre-seminal slick cocks together,
and I felt his heavily laden balls pressing against mine. Visions of making
love with Dalton and sex with Lyle flashed through my head as I sank into
a primordial fog of lust. The need to feel a man taking me was overwhelming,
and, as our lips parted, I whispered, "Fuck me, Heath."
The night was a euphoric dream filled
with snatches of passionate, almost animalistic sex. When I awoke,
our legs were tangled, and one of his arms was under my neck with that hand
gripping my shoulder and the other resting on my stomach with his fingers
curled over the smallness of my waist. He was snoring softly, almost purring,
breathing easily. My flaccid cock rested on my sperm covered stomach,
and I felt the impression of Heath's cock pressing against my thigh. My
head ached slightly, and when I groaned he snuggled a little closer, clearing
his throat as he moved.
"Heath," I said softly, glancing at my watch. "We had better get up;
it's after nine o'clock."
"It's what?" He asked, pulling us closer together and nuzzling my neck
with his nose, his lips brushing my neck.
"It's almost nine thirty."
"We don't have to check out until eleven," he replied, running his hand
down over my chest fondling my cock and balls and gently hunching my thigh.
"I know that, but I'm meeting someone at noon, and we both need to shower
and clean up," I said, feebly trying to resist the erotic excitement that
was awakened by tickling sensation of his fingers scratching the perineum
flesh between my asshole and balls and by the feeling of his cock swelling
against my thigh.
"Is it the guy you were talking to on the phone last night?" He asked
while kissing my neck and increasing the movement of his hips as his fingers
rolled my balls over the base of my lengthening cock.
"Yes, it is," I answered, my abdominal muscles tightening at the sensation
of his hand moving over my body as his fingers pinched my hard nipples
while his tongue penetrated my ear. "You're still horny after last
night?" I moaned, slowly giving in to his seductive tones and ministrations.
"Ugh huh," he said as he pulled his arm from under my neck and rolled
on top of me. Entangling his fingers in my hair, his eyes twinkled brightly
as he moved his hips in a piston motion sliding our hard cocks in the thick
hair covering our groins. "You were hot as hell last night, and fucking
your ass after I sucked your cock was the greatest."
"You aren't the only one who enjoys being with a real man who has a man
sized cock," I replied as the motion of his hips rolling our swelling cocks
re-kindled the fires of desire.
Erotic waves of passion were building between us, created by the rubbing
sensation of our cocks. As I moved my fingers up and down his spine, he
moaned softly. "God, you're good," he whispered, sliding his hands under
my shoulder blades and lowering his lips to mine.
I felt the sperm rising from the friction of our moving cocks, and,
moving my head to part our lips, I whimpered, "I'm close, Heath."
"So am I," he said and suddenly pushed up and off of me, spun around,
and stretched out as he pushed his blood engorged cock at my partially parted
Instinctively, I opened my mouth wider and guided his cock between my
lips. I felt his muscles tighten as his cock slipped inside my mouth and then
gasped as he swallowed my turgid cock, burying his nose in the thick pubic
hair covering my pelvis. For a few minutes before we reached mutual
explosive ejaculations, we sucked each other's drooling cocks with the intensity
of suckling pigs. With each thrust, I felt his throat muscles working its
throbbing length, and electric bolts shot down into my balls as I reveled
in the erotic excitement of draining our balls of the aphrodisiac we craved.
Unexpectedly, as his pulsing cock spewed thick sperm down my throat,
he placed a hand on my head as he drew his legs up clamping my head between
his thighs in a velvety vice. When I moaned at the unexpected tactic, he hunched
his hips pushing his pulsating cock deeper into my throat.
Holding my head while I stripped the remaining droplets of his sperm,
he gently worked his lips over the length of my slowly wilting cock. The
sensitivity increased as we sucked softening cocks, and we both moaned
in sync as we reluctantly relinquished the source of our excitement.
Heath lowered his legs, and we each lay with our head on each other's
stomach wrapped in the golden fog of carnal satisfaction. Neither of us spoke
for several minutes, and then chuckling deep in his diaphragm he said, "Carlton,
are you still horny?"
"Just as much as you," I answered as I sat up and swung my legs over
the side of the bed.
"I bet you are," he replied as he sat alongside of me, and placed an
arm around my shoulders. "Yeah," he said softly kissing my unshaven cheek,
"I just bet you are."
There was a softness in his eyes, and I said, "God, you're good."
Laughing, he pulled me to him. "Touché," he said as we kissed.
Heath dressed quickly, and went to his
room which was four doors from mine on the opposite side of the hallway.
I slipped my jeans and shoes on and then met him in the communal showers.
We made small talk while we bathed and laughed as our flaccid cocks
swelled when we washed our testicles. Small kernels of sperm gathered
in my pubic hair while I was washing the residue from my chest and stomach.
While scrubbing the hair around the base of my cock, it started to
harden and lengthen, and Heath said, "If you're ready, I am."
He stood next to me under the warm water with his hips thrust forward
slowly stroking his cock with one hand as he fondled his balls with the other.
"Damn, Heath, you're a glutton," I said.
"And you aren't," he replied in a teasing tone, his eyes twinkling as
he reached for my throbbing cock.
But for two residents coming into the showers, we probably would have
sucked each other off again, or, at the very least, we would have jerked
While we were drying off outside the shower, Heath nodded in the direction
of one of the men who was attempting covert glances our way. When
we turned displaying our still semi flaccid cocks, he quickly turned away
and returned to washing himself. The guy appeared to be in pretty good
physical shape, and he was probably in his middle thirties or early forties.
I couldn't help musing that with a shower and shave, he might not look too
There was a
knock at the door, and then Heath came in carrying a small overnight bag.
He had changed into dark blue Bugle Boy jeans and had a regular T-shirt
under his Denim jacket. "Nice," I commented as I snapped the locks on my
"Thanks," he replied. "You don't look bad dressed or undressed," he said,
glancing to where my sea bag was resting against the wall by the wardrobe
and asking, "Want me to help you with your sea bag?"
"I'll swap you, you take the sea bag, and I'll handle your overnight
bag and my suitcase," I answered.
"Deal," he replied jauntily, tossing his bag to me and then shouldering
the sea bag.
As was my wont to do, I glanced around the room to be sure that I had
not overlooked anything. Satisfied, I closed the door and followed
Heath who was halfway to the elevator. No one exited as we boarded,
but the ever-present aroma of antiseptic hung in the air.
Heath punched the lobby button after I was inside and turned to me as
the door closed. "What time will your friend meet you?" He asked.
"Around noon," I answered, "Why?"
"I was thinking, if you were hungry, we might get something to eat at
a small cafe down the street," he answered. "It's too late now for
breakfast, and the YMCA cafeteria will be closed until noon."
"Damn, Heath," I mused glancing at my watch as the elevator door opened
and seeing the time. "It's almost eleven now."
"It's up to you," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "You said something
about meeting him at noon, and that gives us about an hour."
"Let's check outside first, Heath," I said. "Harold is pretty punctual
when it comes to meeting someone."
A not unattractive young lady had replaced the indifferent clerk of
the previous evening. She was wearing a plain gray dress with a white
puritan style collar and what appeared to be a frog broach made of semi-precious
stones pinned to her left shoulder above her breast. Her reddish hair
was upswept into a bun held in place on the back of her neck by a plain
black comb, and her blue eyes were bright and clear. Looking in our
direction, she put her pen and the few sheets of paper she was holding on
the counter, and asked, "Checking out?"
"Yes," Heath and I answered in unison.
Chuckling softly, he leaned his head toward me and, hiding his mouth
with the back of his hand, whispered, "See, we were made for each other."
"Especially in bed," I replied as covertly as he had.
He was about to make another comment when the young lady said, "Mr. Evers,
Mr. Clarkson, everything is in order."
"Thanks," we both said again in unison, looking at each other and grinning
as we took the proffered receipts from her fingers.
Unfortunately, Harold was waiting by
the curbside as Heath and I exited the building, the Forest Green Cadillac
gleaming in the bright sunshine. Looking at Heath, I said, "I am sorry,
Heath, it looks like we won't have time for breakfast, Harold is early."
"Har..., Harold!" he responded in a confused stammer. "Where?"
"Standing at the curb."
"You mean that guy there by the Caddy?" He exclaimed. "Nah, you're kidding
me, he looks like a chauffeur."
"He is; he drives for a friend of mine in Boston," I said as we descended
"Really, he's here to meet you," Heath said, his voice trailing off.
"And he will drive me to Boston."
"Damn, he must be a big shot if he sends a limo this far from Boston
to pick you up."
"He really isn't a big shot, Heath, he's just a good friend," I said as
we approached Harold, reluctant to divulge too much information about Jerry.
"The traffic was lighter than I expected it would be, and I'm a little
early, Mr. Carlton. I hope you don't mind," Harold said as we reached
""No problem, Harold," I said, noticing his eyes shift to, Heath. "This
is my friend, Heath; we met by chance last night."
"Nice meeting you, Mr. Heath," Harold replied nodding respectfully. Reaching
for my suitcase and Heath's bag he said, "I'll put your bags in the trunk."
"Not the little one, Harold. It belongs to Heath," I said. "The
suitcase is mine, and he is carrying my sea bag."
"I'll put it in the trunk," Heath volunteered quickly.
"Thank you sir," Harold replied as the trunk lid swung upward.
"Thanks, Heath," I said, handing him his bag. "Last night and this morning
was the greatest. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did?"
Grinning broadly, he looked into my eyes, and said, "It's like I said,
'God, you are good', but you never can tell; we might hook up again."
"I wouldn't mind it if we did," I replied as we shook hands.
"Ditto," he said gripping my hand tightly and looking intently into my
eyes before moving away.
"Ready when you are, Mr. Carlton," Harold said from where he was standing
behind me with the car's rear door open.
Breathing deeply and suppressing a slight feeling of disappointment as
Heath moved away, I turned toward Harold and said, "How about the front
seat instead of the back, Harold?"