Date: Tue, 8 May 2018 17:47:54 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 6 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Trying a few different things this chapter, so please let me know if you like it or not at army.mando9@gmail.com . I'm always enjoying the feedback from readers. Chapter 6: Another Side, Same Story __________________________________ After the call from Ma, we were sent barreling back onto the highway, without a chance to really dig into what me and Army got into... Which ,what the fuck are we getting into? You know, don't think about it, it's fucking distracting. I kept trying to find a place to put my eyes so I'm not freaking out, but... I look in the rearview mirror, and I see Army... His dark eyes peeking back at me, shy and confused yet... happy. I keep finding myself lost in them, but fuck I need to drive. Dear lord, I can barely stay in the god damn lane. Peeking out the window is just boring old farms and shit that I begged the universe to be taken from. No thanks. Calm down, Ben... Calm down. Holy fuck, you are jittery. You're being such a fucking newbie weirdo right now. All it was was a damn kiss. Hell, you weren't this jittery when you stuck your hands up a girls skirt the first time, yet... my mind can't wrap around it. It feels like I just ate a ton of bees, flying around my gut, waiting for the sting that hasn't come yet. Is it because hes a guy? I mean, I never thought this was even a possibility, yet... that kiss was fucking dynamite. He's still not great at it, but hey, I'm sure I was shitty too when I got my chance. Is it the fact he's my brother? Its all sinful shit, like my dad would say. But what's one sin from another, right? Army has treated me like no other person ever has. Even stuck his hand to help me. Last time I got a helping hand, my face was sore for a damn day... Thanks dad, you angry pathetic fuck. Just focus on the road, Ben... Get home safe, then once we're in our bedroom together, we can get on the same page... Fuck, why did I say Bedroom. Its like Pink Elephants, can't get the thought of us, in my bed, naked, his cute face going down my body, that warm breath on my dick, the way he'll brush the hair out of his eyes before he puts my super hard cock in his mou- "Ben!" Army calls out, breaking me from my fantasy. "Fucking damn it!" The curses fling from my mouth as I swerve back into my lane. Army looks at me, concern rushing through his face. I can't even look at him in the face, I'm so damn pathetic. My jeans are really fucking tight right now... Stupid stupid stupid. "Hey... You okay? I... I hope I didn't... do something wrong." Concern rings in his voice... Shit, now I feel guilty. "No, dork... Just... Just distracted, that's all." "Keep thinking about our kiss... the way our lips touched... yours are really soft. I was-" "SHUT IT!" I roared at him... Angry not at him, but at myself for being like this. Army busted out laughing, enjoying how the tables have turned. I laughed with him, using this moment to calm myself down. Both me and my little-big problem in my pants... it's a fucking caged beast, begging, demanding, forcing himself to be freed. Only a few more hours, buddy... "Haha! Sorry Ben, I just had to. Just focus on the road, okay? No reason to drive us into a ditch because you keep thinking about the way our tongues danced." I decided to try a different method to keep the focus. "You mean the way my tongue danced, dork. You were more like... awkward fighting. You got a while before you can get on my level." There we go, the comfort and groove of brotherly insults. "Sorry if my moves were bad. Maybe my teacher was just ass." Army smiled, trying to hide his embarrassed blushing from me. Damn if he wasn't super cute. "You fucker. You make that sound like a bad thing. I've seen the way you stare at my ass... Maybe you aren't as clever as you think you are." "Don't worry, I'm a fast learner..." Feeling more settled down, I decided to relax. Let my left hand take the wheel, and my right one resting on the big arm rest between us. Never missing a beat, I watched as my brother took a chance, and place his left hand in mine, and intertwined them. His fingers were long, and the way they laced together was comforting... He was very warm, and you could feel the way he shook, nerves hitting him hard under the cool exterior. Army learned a lot from me more than I realized, just playing it smooth... Impressive, if I do say so myself. "Plus you're right, it is a nice ass..." The rest of the drive was a blur. ... I pulled the truck into our lawn, and as I parked, Ma was jumping into her car. "Hey guys. I put some dinner in the microwave, but I have to go help out at work. Shannon called in "sick." Probably got caught buying drugs from a cop again. You boys behave, okay?" We assured her that there would be no arson or whatever else she babbled on about. I love Ma, but damn, leave. I want some damn alone time... Well, not totally alone... Army ran inside to get dinner ready, and I got the table ready, my body suddenly replacing sexual hunger with actual hunger. Damn, time flies when you're having weird fantasies... "Looks like its... Burger King? Mom..." I chimed in. "Hey, Burger King is still good... Better fries than McDonalds!" The look of shock on his face... The truth threw him for a loop. "Ben, we're gonna have to take a look at your mouth, your taste buds-" "Maybe you can take a closer inspection of my taste..." I know its a fucking corny joke, but I could barely conceal how I was feeling. The bees in my gut were buzzing again. That spark, that energy from earlier... I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, his lips meeting mine instinctively. We kissed, hard and fast, our lust mixed with our hunger, desperation had bled into the romance, fear if we separated, we would wither away. My hands groped all over his short body, eager to grip him, mark him, make him mine. And I felt his hands in return, except instead of my hot and heavy examination, he was smooth and gentle, as though he was trying to trace, to memorize my body. I slid to his lower back, which was really damn warm. This guy is a fucking heater, and I suddenly found myself with an urge to be burned... Feeling his fingers glide around, his left hand found a comfortable spot on my neck, and his right hand went around my back, pulling me closer to him. His tongue was getting better, and his lips were learning the lessons being forced on them, gaining passion and confidence with each passing minute. We broke apart, Army panting like he just ran a dozen miles at once. "Breathe..." I tried to say, but I realized I was out of breath too... Too caught up in the moment, I guess. "Don't forget...to breathe... Army." "So... sorry... I just... I think..." "Shut up... Ready for round 2 of lip fighting? Featuring tongue boxing?" I grabbed him and pulled him back in, but Army just busted out with giggling. "Haha...Was that... a joke?" He drew himself closer, his face angled up at me, our lips mere inches from each other. "That was pretty fucking bad." "Well we ain't dancing yet, bud..." I met his offer, and we kissed again for what felt like ages, this time slower, nicer. Yet I felt an urge to push more, to get further... I had one hand cradling in his head, but the other became... adventurous. Maybe it grew a mind of its own? "Other Ben" sure seemed interested in learning more of the body we were kissing. The hand slid down his back again, and firmly grabbed at Armys... Wow, what the fuck. My brother had an ass... Full, firm, warm. The surprise shocked me out of our embrace. "Something wrong?" I didn't know what to say. I groped again, reconfirming.. "Army, has anyone told you you have a great ass? Like wow..." I gave it a small smack, and he yelped a little. "Uh... uh... I don't... think so..." His face grew red as a beet. "Is... is that... okay?" "Eh, maybe." I gave him a peck on the lips and pushed him away, feigning boredom. "You hungry?" "Starving" Army said, but his eyes were drawn squarely on me... We sat down, and tried to eat fast so we could return to just going to town on each other, but perhaps the moment of peace was needed. I sat down and actually admired him for the first time, seeing pass the smart ass (Damn that ass) attitude... Army was really cute. Super dark hair, a little long, that mixed well with his complexion, like a super light coffee. Glasses that gave him that condescending attitude in some lights made him look smart and neat, and framed his dark eyes well. A little thin, except where I knew it counted (I am becoming obsessed with that dang bottom of his... Just... how did he get that). I sometimes forgot to take bites just because I got caught staring... Only a few girls and maybe 1 other guy did this to me before, made me so distracted... Not in a long time, at least. All the girls in town look really ugly, but Army... He looked smart, talked smart, and that shy innocence of his made me both felt like I had to protect him, but worse, that I wanted to take that innocence for my own... He took his last bite, and went to go brush his teeth, backing away to the bathroom. I joined him and we brushed teeth, side by side, playing around, joking and pushing each other. If you looked at us, you wouldn't have noticed the change, the sheer sexual tension, till you saw the lingering hands, closeness, the charge in the room... Army grabbed my hand, and led me to our bedroom. I didn't know where the night would lead, but I knew I wanted to go there with him. He drew himself close, looking deep at me, and leaned in to kiss. Our lips met... __________________________________ And we parted from the brief kiss, and I pulled back, looking at Ben's face. I haven't been able to read him all day since he told me his confession. I loved this, it was every dream come true, but... I don't know how far Ben is willing to go. How much he is willing to do, to try, to explore, to learn, but... I should enjoy what I can, I suppose. "Well... Here we are... Our bedroom." I gulped, anxiety taking over, unsure how to play this off. "Yep..." Ben looked back at me, noticing my sudden change. "Hey dork... listen... I know this is all new and shit, but... You can back out at-" "No! I'm... fine... just nervous. You know, I haven't ever..." My throat closed up, too embarressed to tell him what he already knew. Damn it, Army, you are so stupid. "Everyone has to start somewhere, right, bro? This is all new to me too, you know..." He placed his hand on my cheek, reassuring me. Comforting thought at least, but I couldn't help but feel he was lying for my sake. "But you... you've done this before." I retorted. "With girls, yeah. But thats... different. You know? They ain't complicated. Take control, show confidence, boom, she likes you. But... a guy? I feel... I don't wanna be some over-confident meat head who wants to just fuck a pussy. Does that make sense to you? It barely does to me, but that's how I feel." I never thought of it that way. I assumed that's exactly how he wanted to act. That's kind of what I wanted, at least. That masculine bravado, that eagerness to please without trying too hard... But I decided to do what was best for both of us. "How about this... Let's just play this by ear then. To quote what a sexy meat head told me today: 'Don't think, feel.'" I laughed a little at my own comment, and I could tell Ben eased up a little. "Sure thing, dork!" Ben smiled, and let his feelings take over. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it up, and I felt drunk and high at the same time, hit with a powerful visual of Ben's torso without having to hide my glances. Here he was, exposed to me, knowingly. As if reading my mind "Better when you don't have to fucking spy on me, right, weirdo?" ' I ignored him, his words could never reach me at whatever Cloud 9 I felt myself shooting through. My eyes absorbed every feature, every small facet of his beautiful body. His fuzzy chest, the amount of short but dark and visible hair looked vast and overwhelming at this distance, the way it formed a path from that broad expanse of chest, going down his solid tummy, leading down to... Ben unbuttoned his jeans, and dropped them, unceremoniously, to his ankles, with a small clang of loose change and probably my jaw too. White briefs again, as though he knew what I craved. The waist band tightly gripped around him, the logo firm and distinct from the rest of the thin fabric, the barely concealed and slightly enlarging bulge, before leading to his exposed thighs, thick and strong, the foundation of his heavenly body. I started studying, learning the small details, like the mole above right hip, or the small scar on his collarbone, or the light tan lines from working outdoors, or- "Earth to Army..." Oops, sorry. My eyes get the better of me. "Umm... so... umm... wow..." "Army, hey..." Ben laughed to himself, enjoying my reaction. "I'm more than just a piece of meat you know..." "No... you're some fucking... $1000 dollar steak, cooked to perfection." I tried to be smart to off set my fucking embarrassment, but it only made it worse. "Can't argue with that... but now it's your turn." "Huh?" I was confused, unsure what he meant. "Take off your clothes, dummy. I don't wanna be the only one here in my underwear..." "Oh... oh right..." With the grace of a cat thrown into a pool, I tore off my t shirt and jeans. I felt exposed like this, standing in my boxer briefs, but I guess Ben did too. "Sorry my... underwear aren't as... sexy as yours." I piped up, nerves taking over again. "Oh shut up. They look okay. Plus I'm sure you stole some of mine anyway, so... you can wear them when you wanna feel sexy like your big bro." "F-fuck off." I stammered. This was Ben's show now, and I realized I don't really have much to say or do unless he tells me. I felt very lost, but... I trusted him. I knew he would guide me well. "You ready for the grand reveal?" He fingered the waist band of his briefs, but the grand reveal was already basically shoving itself through the curtain. "Get on with it, you douche. You already flashed me last night..." Ben tried a few teases, swaying his hips around, and after another sigh from me, pulled them down. His hard cock flopped back again, hitting his tummy with a small smack like last time, like he knew the noise set off something primal in me. And that primal feeling took over. I dropped to my knees without a hint of hesitation, eager to get close. I brought my face as close I could, feeling the heat radiate off it, the strong masculine scent that suddenly pierced the air from his full bush of pubic hair, the small movement of his balls as they moved lightly up and down with his breathing, excitement brewing deep in them. My eyes were drawn as he peeled back his foreskin, his head leaking a drop of precum at the pre-excitement. Following the small and large veins, I memorized every single part of his gorgeous manhood, finally granted unrestricted access to that which I fantasized about in the shower weeks ago. "Well... what do you think, Army?" Ben cut through the moment, shaking me awake from the daze I found myself. I looked up, and he had this giant smirk on his face, eager to hear what I had to say, probably after weeks of gawking... "Delicious..." "You can't tell that by looking at it, dummy..." "Well..." I took my chance. Ben moaned lightly as my tongue grabbed the little bead of precum, my lips wrapped around his head, and my mind went into sensory overload. The taste, both the salty sweet taste of his precum that I had dreamed about since I stole his used briefs, to the texture of his head as I ran my tongue over and around it, to the deep smell of pure Ben that my nose attempted to consume... I was in heaven, hell, and every where inbetween. "Wow..." I pulled off and looked back up at him. "See, I was right. Delicious..." "Never called you a liar, bud..." Ben's face had a mix of pleasure and happiness to it, enjoying the playful humor mixed in with the playful exploration. Returning to his cock, I tried to mimic what I saw in videos, but damn... the one thing they don't warn you about is how to deal with someones size and girth. And damn was I hungry... Ben felt warm and heavy in my mouth, but it was tasty and perfect and I felt elated. I moved my head back and forth as much as I could, but Ben was a little big for a newbie like me, but hey... Points for trying, right. And I could I was scoring tons of points, the way Ben moaned to himself, the way he grabbed his chest and played with his nipples, his knees mixing between being steady and trying to buck under the pressure of the pleasure. What I lack in skill, I guess, I make up for in vigor. And vigorous I was. Or sloppy, depending on who you asked... I licked up and down his shaft, eager to trace every vein and fold of his foreskin, eager to learn more secrets, spots, special sequence to give Ben what I always wanted to give him. I felt a small pressure on my head, feeling his hand guide my head to his balls. Well, time to try this out... The smell was overwhelming, and I doubled my effort to lick, kiss, suck, and taste every inch of this dangling sack of delicious depravity. It was salty and the hair was distracting, but it was Ben, and it was perfect. So hot to the touch, I could almost feel his balls move with me in tandem to every lick. I sucked each of them in, savoring them, sheltering them from being exposed and alone. I could tell it was driving Ben crazy. Apparently I was a natural at playing with balls... "Damn, Army... Damn fucking damn... I'm already close..." Ben whispered down to me, apparently I was really good... Or perhaps the emotions got the better of him. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... keep doing whatever you're doing" His eyes were shut tight, riding each wave of ecstasy in his mind. It was so hot... My mouth moved back to his head, and my hands gripped his ass (Holy fuck that ass of his. Like someone cut a melon in half. Gotta devote some time to just feeling that later) and I went back to bobbing my head on his rock hard dick. I could taste a mix of my own saliva and his delicious precum, and I just fell into a comfortable rhythm. My head and tongue moved in tandem with his thrusts, and I could see his body stiffen. "Ar-army... I'm..." And with that feeble whimper of warning, Ben climaxed, grabbing my head tight and feeding me every drop of cum he could muster. And by all that existed and would ever exist, what cum it was. I could feel my mouth filling up, gush after gush, till I was forced to stop savoring and start swallowing. But the taste. Different from his precum, but still perfect... It was so hot, slightly sweet mixed with bitter but in a sophisticated, fancy way, like ... what the fuck am I think, Armando, finish swallowing before you fucking drown. "Fuck... fucking fuck... Damn..." Ben's knees bucked repeatedly but thankfully he never toppled over. He leaned back and rested against the wall, catching his breath, his body flush red with his own high body heat. He wiped his brown, coming down from the rush. "Well... I'm... impressed. You aren't bad... Not bad at all." Ben laughed lightly, still trying to catch his breath. He stared down at me, and our eyes locked for a moment. "Is that why you eat your... stuff sometimes?" Ben laughed at me. "You saw that... didn't you? Wow, you are a perv... but hey, if it tastes good... why waste it?" Laughing with him, I tried to settle down, but my heart was aflutter, my tummy was in shock, and my cock was faintly hurting from being so hard and constrained in its plaid prison. Ben looked down at me and smiled, eager for more from me. I brushed my hair out of my eyes and proceeded to move back to his- "Hahaha!" Ben busted out with a giggle... "W-what?" I was confused and a little concerned that I did something wrong... I mean, I never gave a blow job before but I don't think I was that bad... " No-no-no, hahaha. You..." Ben was laughing so hard he collapsed on the floor, joining me on his eyes, his broad chest rising and falling fast with his giggles. "Just... On the drive home, I thought about this, and I knew you would brush your hair like that. You going down on me, and just..." He mimicked my hair flip. "S-sorry" "Don't be sorry, its totally you... and kind of cute. I like your hair" He leaned in and gave me an apologetic kiss. "I can taste me on you..." Ben licked his lips. "No girl I ever been with liked swallowing or even having my dick in their mouth so... this is really nice..." He stood up, and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "Now it's my turn..." Ben pushed me onto his bed, and gripped my underwear. "Looks like someone made a small mess, haha..." Ben laughed at the front of my boxer-briefs, a dark stain from the ton of precum I've been leaking. "I'm just really... excited..." "I bet!" Ben pulled off my last cloth protection, and revealed my full naked body to him. "Well well well... Look who came to join us." With a devious smile, he grabbed my cock, slick from its own shameful "excitement," and gave it a few deft strokes, testing the waters. "Glad to see you're uncut too. Makes it easy..." His fingers played and pulled at foreskin, enjoying the subtle differences between ours. "Yours... is... really nice... too.." I stopped and started, trying to say something, but Ben's strokes kept driving me crazy. All those years of jacking off must be good for something, at least. "Thanks, now... let's see if you are as tasty as I am..." Ben teased me with a few licks on my head, curious but biding his time, like a tiger toying with his food, testing the reactions, the flavors, how I bucked under his strong grip. "Just as good as I am, Army... I'm glad!" Ben laughed to himself, and moved his head closer to my cock. Whatever I said before about heaven and Cloud 9, I retract it. Nothing prepared me for the sensation of Ben's hot (so very hot, so damn fire hot, holy hell, how will I ever survive the winter without this heat) mouth on my manhood, my cock, my penis, whatever! My mind was blank, pleasure had taken the drivers seat, and it wanted more. The way his tongue flicked and moved with his lips, the way his facial hair scratched against my inner thighs and balls, the way his nose buried into my small and modest batch of pubic hair. I watched as my brothers face buried into my most private area, the way no one else has ever tried. One strong hand kept themselves on my balls, fondling them nicely and softly, and I could tell they enjoyed the comfort and support of his warm hands, and the other hand rubbed up and down my chest and stomach. I felt consumed by every touch that Ben provided. The way his body and mine contorted and braced against each other, his grip giving off the air of passion and protection. So overcome with everything that I didn't notice the metaphorical plateau I was about to leap over. Bens lips parted from my dick, and he stroked me, the air filled with the sounds of slick wet movement. And without warning... "Ben! I'm-" Just like him, I tried to warn, but moaning and expletives had taken over. Thrusting into his strong hand, I felt my body shove every possible movement and feeling into this orgasm. I had no control over myself, just letting nature run its course through me... and shooting everything in view with my cum. Holy hell... my tummy, my chest, my chin, Ben's face, even a drop had hit my bed above us.... Like a really bad shotgun. Eventually I came back to earth, and was roused by Ben giggling a little at me. I finally opened my eyes, and as Ben came back into view from the starts and dots that had taken my vision, I joined him in laughing. Ben's scruff had a thick white droplet on it, right on his left cheek. I leaned in, and licked it off, smiling at him. Ben smiled back, and our lips met again, sharing the taste of my buckshot. In the afterglow, we settled into silence, trapped in our embrace. I felt the world melt, safe in his big arms, as night took over. We knew we couldn't stay like this. Ben eventually had to force me to dress back up, and send me up to my own bed, but the smell of our shared moment lingered, musky and dominate, a reminder of what was shared and will be shared again. And I let sleep take hold. __________________________________ Damn, my dorky bro knows how to give one hell of a blow job! But fuck, I'm tired. Time to send the loser back to his bed. Don't want Ma walking in on us. Don't even wanna try explaining that one. Oh well, time to pass out. Might need to air out the room though, smells like that time I found my first porn. End of Chapter 6. Thanks for reading! Hope the narration change wasn't too confusing. I tried to make it natural and purposeful as possible.