Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 22:41:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Connors Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 2: On Christmas Night Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 2: On Christmas Night B/b, inc ---- Disclaimer and Acknowledgments The story you are about to read is true. These events happened and though some details have been skewed slightly to obscure the identities of the real persons involved, the events, relationships and substance of the tale have not been altered. This material is pornographic in nature, dealing with incest, teenage and preteen sex, gay themes, and so forth. If you are under 18, or it is illegal in your area to read this material, then stop now, and go Google something wholesome. Thanks to everyone who sent emails, and wow, there were a lot of you! The encouragement is most appreciated. :-) Oh, and since a couple of you asked for clarification: my full name is Brian James Timothy Connors, but I've always been called Tim. There's probably a little more "reflection" in this chapter than the last, all these emotions are coming back to me now, thinking about these events. But don't worry the "good part" is still here. ---- Chapter 2: On Christmas Night December, 1994 I'll always remember the Christmas of 1994, for a multitude of reasons. Among others, it was the night Sean gave me a very special gift. It was our first Christmas without mum. The six months since she'd passed on were hard to get through, for the five of us boys, and Greg, our stepdad, as well. Not to belittle Greg at all - he's the best stepdad anyone could ever have - but for a while, he was more withdrawn and busier with work, it was his coping mechanism, I guess. But he was always there when we needed him, even though (except for Walt and Adam) we weren't "his" sons. He was definitely "dad," though we were all more comfortable calling him "Greg." "Dad" still had negative connotations for us. He was more of a "big brother," anyway, being eight years younger than mum, and thus only ten years older than Sean. And Sean... He was the glue that held us all together. He's the most caring person I have ever met. He looked out for all of his little brothers, stepping in to fill what little parts of that void that he could. He'd help with homework, make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, teach us to play basketball, and change Adam's diaper with alarming regularity. All these things he did without asking for anything in return. He took his role as "the big brother" seriously - he was our rock. In the months since Sean gave me my first lesson in "the art of wanking," we had done it together a lot (and I had taken to doing it on my own a lot as well, of course). It wasn't anything he ever forced me to do, or held over my head in any way, it was just fun, a secret we two older brothers shared - something grown up. And it was a way to release some of the pent up emotions that we both had. We'd do it for fun, we'd do it to feel like grownups, we'd do because we were horny as hell, though most of all, we'd do it for comfort. And we both needed comfort that Christmas night. I never really liked holidays, even back then. I mean, they could be fun, and everything, but things felt...weird. Kinda stressful, I guess. The lights, the music, the larger-than-usual crowds, it all weighed heavily on me, always has. It sometimes got to be too much, and after everything that had happened that year, this one was particularly hard for me. We'd been opening gifts all day, from Greg, from his parents, from each other. By 10pm, we were all exhausted. Greg put Nate, Walt and Adam to bed, and then he, Sean and I curled up on the floor by the fireplace, wrapped in blankets - just like we had the night of mum's funeral. We were all three missing her, and no amount of Christmas cheer could make that go away. So we talked, and dozed, and eventually all went to bed. I asked to spend the night with Sean, needing to feel close, and so the two of us curled up his bed. I clung to him, and we both drifted off to sleep. It couldn't have been more than an hour later, I felt him stir, trying not to wake me. Groggy, I mumbled, "What's going on?" "Sorry, Tim," Sean said. "Just going to the jacks. Go back to sleep." He flipped the light switch and stepped into the bathroom, and in the light, I could see the tent in his shorts. I realized my own hardness, and suddenly, I didn't feel like going back to sleep. Sean came back out a minute later, and did a double take when he saw me: the covers pulled down, along with my briefs, and my little three inch boner standing proudly at attention. I saw his bulge getting bigger, and giggled. "You wanna...?" He smiled, and dropped his boxers, his own hard on springing up, and bouncing as he knelt on the bed next to me. As had become our habit, he wrapped his fingers around my dick, and I put my hand around his, and we started stroking each other. I knew by know how he liked it, and I wanted to make him happy on this Christmas. Rubbing his shaft with my right hand, up and down, I played with his balls with my left. Not skipping a beat, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas, Sean," I whispered. He laughed and kissed my forehead. "You too, Timmy-o." Sean was the only one I ever let call me 'Timmy.' And then he got a faraway look on his face, like he'd just had a new idea. "How about I give you a really special Christmas gift?" "Like what?" I asked. He smiled again. "You'll like it, I promise. Now just lie back." I released my grip on his cock, and laid back, wondering what my big brother was going to do. He gave my dick a few more tugs, and then bent and kissed me on the lips, then kissed my neck, and my chest, moving his way down. When he reached my belly button, he kissed again, and tickled me, causing me to giggle hysterically until I remembered that we were supposed to be quiet and not wake Greg or the boys. I liked the attention, but it wasn't that different or special so far. And then he came to my cock, not a trace of hair to be found yet. Sean cupped my balls in his hand, and then totally blew my 11-year-old mind as he put his mouth around my small, rock-hard cock. As he began to suck me, slurping up and down, I could barely breathe, let alone speak. I had never felt anything so wonderful - the whole world seemed to focus on my cock in Sean's mouth - wet, warm and oh so good. My toes curled and my eyes rolled back in my head. I let out a long sigh as shivers went up and down my body. I felt Sean chuckle as he suckled on my dinky dick, and my hands grasped the bedsheets, clutching. Sean reached for my hands, and moved them to his head, and I rubbed his short-cropped dark hair as he slurped on my cock like a lollipop. I was balls deep in his mouth, his tongue gliding over my shaft, and he held me there, sucking and licking. After a few heavenly moments, he pulled back, tongue darting over my cockhead, and then slid down again. That did it! I sighed again as my dry cum came over me, my dick spasming in Sean's mouth as he kept sucking, laughing all the while I thrashed around on his bed. My vision went all fuzzy and I imagined I saw shooting stars as my immature balls tried to pump out the sperm that just wasn't there yet. As I came down from that high place, Sean slid next to me, holding me tight. He was so turned on, I could feel how hard he was - his cock was pressed between our bellies. I reached for it, and as soon as I touched it, it was like a switch went off, and he grunted as he humped against me, once, twice, again. And then he came, still grunting, his cum splashing over both of us. Gobs of it hit my belly and chest, his too, and a shot landed on my chin. He shivered almost as much as I had. I remember how much I liked the feeling of Sean bucking against my belly, his hard cock pressed there. He felt so strong, and solid, and so full of energy. As he lay there in his afterglow, I humped against his belly, feeling his cum slide between us, making sticky slurping sounds. We both giggled like crazy, and eventually I settled down and just slid into the crook of his arm as he rubbed my back. "That was the best gift ever, Seannie," I said, pausing before I added, "Uh... what was it?" He laughed, and tussled my hair, like he usually did when I said something funny in a little kid way. "That was a blowjob, Eeyore." "Wow," I said, having heard the word plenty, but not really grasping what it meant. "That felt great, Sean. Can we do it again?" He looked at me, those brown eyes of his full of uncertainty. I knew that look - he got it sometimes when he felt guilty, like he was hurting me or abusing me and we should stop. But I just waggled my eyebrows, and said, "I really want to..." and then I saw the relief come to his face. "Well," he said, smiling softly, "I don't see why not." And he broke out in a big grin, patting my now soft penis. "I really like how you taste, little bro." Sean kissed my forehead again, and used his boxers to wipe up the still sticky cum. He saw the spot on my chin, and kissed me, licking it off. That made me giggle, a lot. I'd tasted his cum a few times before, I kinda liked it. "I like how you taste, too." As Sean pulled the covers up over us, a thought struck me. "Have you done this with the other guys?" I knew he jacked off with some of his friends, and wondered if this was part of their fun, too. "Nope," he said. "I've had a couple from some girls, but your cock is the first I've ever sucked." Hearing that made my heart swell. It was *really* a special gift now - my big brother, almost fifteen, had given me a blowjob, and it had been his first time. I felt like a million bucks! Snuggling against him, I just murmured "Wow." As we both drifted off to sleep, I heard him say, "Happy Christmas, Eeyore." ----------- And there you have Chapter Two, gents. I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to send me an email, my address is patriotspectre@yahoo.com.