Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 14:14:38 -0800 (PST) From: p Subject: Son and Brother This is my first post to this site. It should be viewed as a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. If so I'd love to hear from you. You can get me at stradiuk@yahoo.com On with my story. Let me start by saying that this is about ordinary people. You won't find an Adonis in here. No gym trained bodies, no defined abs, no overdeveloped pecs, no ten-inch dicks. We are just regular people, healthy and reasonably fit. We might live down your street - the sort of men you might check out as we pass you by. Like most people my earliest thoughts and experiences of sex go back to my adolescence. My parents had just two children, my brother Paul and me. He is two years older. As kids we were very different. He was bright and also very physical. He was particularly good at soccer, which made him very popular. On the other hand I was very bookish and academic and had no talent or interest in sports. Like most brothers we fought a lot between ourselves but stuck together against outsiders. Paul looked after me a lot and I admired him. My first big turn on was at the age of thirteen. I came home from school and as I passed his room to get to mine I saw his sports bag thrown just inside the door. He wasn't around. I don't know what made me do it but I took his bag into my room and pulled out his soccer kit. It was still damp and smelt musky. I got an instant hard on as I handled and sniffed it. I quickly stripped off and pulled on his kit. First the shirt, then his sports briefs and his shorts. I just closed my eyes and pressed my hand on my crotch, massaging my dick through his shorts. I lasted only a few seconds before I had my first orgasm. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt fantastic. Luckily I was too young then to produce spunk so there was no mess. I repacked his bag and got dressed. That was the start for me and I soon wanted to repeat that sensation whenever I could. I began wanking several times a day. Not only that, but I looked at Paul in a different way, really admiring his body and trying to see it as much as I could. He was only two years older than me but those years made such a difference. I was still a kid but at fifteen he was a young man. One Sunday, a few months after that first experience, our parents were out and we were up in my room playing some game. We started horsing around and wrestling and after a while we just flopped back onto the bed. He turned his head and looked at me and out of the blue asked "Do you want to see my dick?" I blushed and nodded and watched as he pushed down his jeans and underpants. His cock sprang up as it was released and slapped hard against his stomach. I took hold of it and held it and squeezed it. He had a lovely dick with a long loose foreskin. He kissed me then pulled back for a moment before we began a long, long kiss, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths. He pulled away, looked me in the eye and told me he was going to fuck me. He stood up, stripped off, told me to undress then disappeared through to the bathroom. When he came back I was naked. As he came close I could see his cock was shiny and could smell Vaseline. He turned me onto my stomach, pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Then he lowered himself and I felt his cock against my hole. It was my first time and it hurt like hell, especially that moment when my hole parted and his cock head pushed into me. He tried to get all the way in but couldn't so he just started to fuck me anyway. As he fucked me the strokes got a little longer and deeper and pretty soon he was all the way in. It was such a strange uncomfortable feeling and such a mixture of pain and pleasure. Fortunately he didn't last long and then came the moment that definitely made it worthwhile. What an incredible feeling of him cumming inside me. I could feel it - feel the hot spurts of his juice within me. He fucked me regularly after that. As we got more used to it the pain went away and there was just pleasure for us both. It went on until he was 17 and got his first girlfriend. We are a lot older now - I'm 42. We both married and have families of our own. Paul had two daughters and I have a son David, or Davie as he usually gets called. The strange thing was that although sex between Paul and me stopped for many years it happened again when we were in our thirties. We were alone at Paul's house one afternoon having a few beers. Paul started talking about when we were young. Maybe he was feeling guilty and needed to talk about it. Whatever, I soon reassured him that I had thoroughly enjoyed it, adding that I sometimes thought about it and kind of missed it. We ended up having a hot session. He fucked me hard and fast just like when we were kids. Now though there wasn't the risk of discovery so after cumming he slumped down on top of me leaving his dick inside me until he was ready again. The second time was slow and deep and was the most satisfying sex I had ever had. I came as he fucked me then he carried on until he filled me with a second load of his spunk. We have had sex from time to time ever since. Not regular on anything - sometimes we go for many months without getting together. Sex for Paul always means penetration. I sometimes suck him but never to climax. That always has to be by fucking. He seems to need that. Unfortunately Paul's marriage didn't last and his wife left, taking their daughters with her. Since then Paul has been a really great uncle to Davie and they spend a lot of time together. Davie is sixteen now. I first noticed something about a month ago. It was recognition in Davie of how I used to be at his age. The way he looked at his Uncle Paul and talked about him. It was total hero worship. It brought my memories vividly back to me and I sensed what was going on. Paul had had me and now he was having my son. The next time Davie went round to Paul's I made some excuse to my wife to call round to see Paul. I didn't knock but just tried the door. It was unlocked so I entered. They weren't downstairs so I crept silently up the stairs and stopped outside Paul's bedroom. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex and I knew what I would find inside. Feelings began to well up inside but they weren't what I expected. What I felt were lust and a little jealousy. I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside. There on the bed was Davie, legs spread wide as mine once were, Paul on top of him, fucking him gently. Unaware that I was there, both were breathing heavily and gasping with each thrust. I was transfixed, only the tent in my pants giving away my thoughts. Paul readjusted his position and as he did so Davie moved his head to this side and saw me. Paul, realising something was wrong, stopped fucking and also looked around. None of us moved or said anything for a few moments. Then Paul, brash and confidant just said "Come and join us". With that, he pulled Davie up onto all fours and began thrusting again. I moved closer. It was so hot. Paul leaned back and I could see my son's smooth round arse being violated by my big brother's dick. Paul reached out and grabbed at the bulge in my pants. I moved closer and watched Davie's face as he watched Paul feeling my crotch and my bum. Paul told me to undress and I found myself doing so. Soon I was naked. I closed my eyes and felt Paul take hold off my cock and stroke it. But when I opened my eyes and looked down it wasn't Paul - it was Davie who was hold of me. At that point I knew Davie was enjoying this and I began to join in more actively. I moved my cock towards Davie's mouth and he started to suck me. Paul had stopped fucking now and was just watching. He pulled out of Davie's arse and I moved round to take his place. Davie has a lovely arse. I spread his cheeks and his hole was red and loose and shiny with Vaseline. I put my cock up against it and slid right in. As I began to fuck Davie, Paul began to rub a finger up and down my crack and gently ease it into my hole. I was getting too close to cumming so stopped and pulled out of Davie. Almost at once Paul got behind me and rammed his still greasy cock into me. Davie watched in awe as Paul fucked me. Not the gentle loving he had shown Davie but full on hard, fast deep sex. He was thrusting so hard and I was pushing back to meet him. Our bodies slapped together with every stroke. It was so violent it couldn't last long. One final plunge and Paul was motionless, his cock as deep inside as it was possible to be and I felt again that warm flow of his juice within me. I was still enjoying the moment when I felt Davie tugging on my dick. He slid beneath me in a 69 position and wanked me off. I took hold of him at he same time. In seconds I shot my load all over Davie's neck and chest and he quickly came too. I lowered my head and licked his young dick clean then we all collapsed in a heap on the bed. Needless to say this is now a regular thing. Paul never takes it but he loves to fuck both me and Davie. I love to fuck Davie too. It is so good fill him with my spunk then lay back on the bed and hug him close. Before too long I will let him fuck me too.