Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2007 16:30:36 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Tim Bobby I was recently reading an article by a female psychiatrist about rape and molestation. I don't know how much of what she wrote can be taken for gospel, but I liked part of the idea she was trying to explain. In her practice she found that approxiamately sixty percent of her patients that claimed sexual abuse or molestation by a family member while in their childhood were reporting a fantasy -- for some of desire, for others of extreme hatred. What I have written here is 100% fiction if you judge it by the criteria of physical reality. If on the other hand you judge this story by the desires and fantasies in my teenaged mind you would say that this is the true account of a weekend when my nonexistent brother taught me about sex. All the standard warnings about age and legal proscriptions are in effect. Plus, if love and sex between brothers offends, you go away! Tim Bobby I was the youngest of five kids and my three older sisters would huddle behind a curtain to make sure I never saw any more than a naked ankle. On the other hand my brother hated clothes and refused to wear any when he went to bed. Mom and Dad would yell at him to wear clothes but he ignored them. I don't know when I started emulating him, but I know that by the time I was in fourth grade I was being yelled at by my parents and sisters as often as he was. At that age I didn't have anything to show off, but I wanted to be like my brother and that was that. When we weren't in school all five of us had to work around the farm, mending fences, plowing, planting, weeding spraying, harvesting, you name it, we did it. Quite often my brother would take a large mower out to the orchard and cut grass, I was sent with him to rake up the weeds and make it possible for him to get a nice smooth cut. As soon as we were out of sight of the house or our sisters we would strip down toour briefs and shoes for a day of work. As often as our parents yelled at us, I don't ever remember hearing them comment about the deep tan we had over most of our bodies and the small white patch that glowed in the moonlight which lit the kid's bedroom. By the time I entered ninth grade all three of our sisters had left school and moved away from home, that left the room to Tim Bobby and I. Without our sisters to squeal on him, Tim Bobby would sneak out after our parents went to bed. I never knew where he went, but there were mornings that I could smell beer on his breath and other smells that didn't come from the farm. High school had just started when Tim Bobby announced to the family that he was going off to a school in Virginia to become a farrier. Dad had told us many times that if we chose a trade school instead of a college that he would pay for the whole time we were there. If we went to a college, no matter why we would be expected to pay at least half of our own way. If we chose an expensive school over a state school we might have to pay more than that. Anyway, Tim Bobby had decided that he wanted to spend his life around farms and horses and Dad agreed to pay for the tuition if Tim Bobby would come home the two weekends we would be harvesting potatoes. Normally, we hadn't gone to school during those weeks so we could harvest the few acres of potatoes that we had planted the previous spring, but after my sisters left home we had planted less potatoes and Tim Bobby and I only had one week out of class. The eight weeks between when he left for school and the first weekend he returned home were the worst I remember ever having. I was lonelier and worked harder than ever. The yelling from Mom and Dad had gone from two or three times a week to every night. I even began looking around the school for an activity that would take up some of my time so that I wouldn't have to see my parents so much. Midweek the week Tim Bobby was due home the gym coach suggested that I try out for the wrestling team, I was thinking about that and talking to Dad about the possibility when Tim Bobby walked into the kitchen where we were seated. In two months he had undergone physical changes that I would never have expected. My brother had always been stronger than me, like you would expect from a boy three years older, but he now looked like he spent everyday lifting weights like one of those advertised 98 pound weaklings in the comics had. Any childishness had dropped away from his face and instead there was a man in the house with us. Not only was he a man, but he was a man that attracted me at some primal level. I wasn't aware of what I wanted from my brother, but I did know that there was no doubt that I wanted something more than shaking his hand and looking at his chest. I was supposed to be doing my homework after dinner while Tim Bobby and my father talked about school and the farm, but I couldn't concentrate, my mind was on the man he had become. Being Friday night our parents went to bed first after warning us not to stay up too late as there was a lot of work to be done in the next two days. We didn't stay downstairs for long, I think he was tired talking about school and I was really very tonguetied. Watching Tim Bobby strip off his Tee and Levis in front of the window I was mesmerized. How it happened I'm not certain, but I crossed from the bed I was using to his and lay down beside him. When I realized that I was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his hunky body I expected my brother to push me out of the bed and on to the floor, but that is not what happened. "You haven't stopped staring at me since I walked in the door, Billy Joe. What do you want?" I was confused by the question, what did he have to offer me? Instinctively, I leaned even closer to him. My eyes had adjusted to the dim moonlight that filtered through the room by that time and I saw that he no longer had the heavy contrast of tan to white that marked my body. I found that difference to be disconcerting and for some unknown reason reached out with one finger to trace what I thought should have been a well marked above his pubic bush. At the touch of my finger his skin rippled. I thought he was upset and went to draw it back but he quickly covered my hand and put it on top of his erection. The throbbing life that pulsed through his erection could not have been more of an invitation to me if he had printed out a banner and had the local cropduster trail it behind the plane. It wasn't until his other hand nudged my head forward that I made a movement on my own that could be called sexual. I didn't ry to open my mouth and take his length, instead I let my lips come in contact with the hot flesh and began kissing from the tip to the hairy balls that had pulled up tight against his torso. I was soon working my way back to the tip with my tongue and when I reached that tip let Tim Bobby pry open my mouth with his thumb and insert the first five inches of dick I'd ever tasted. Suddenly he was working the cock in and out and pushing on the top of my head. I could feel a subtle differenece in his thrusts and then I felt a wet spurt hit the back of my throat and more of it raining down on my tongue. There was never a question in my mind, I swallowed and licked at the cock to get every drop of what I already knew was his cum. When there was no more cum to lick up I pushed myself up to where my head was resting on Tim Bobby's chest. What he said surprised me as much as the fact that I had just sucked his dick. "Grab a sheet and let's go outside." He grabbed something off the stand beside his bed and climbed out onto the porch roof and dropped to the soft grass in fron of the house while I struggled to pull the sheets off my beds. I was standing on the roof looking down at Tim Bobby when it dawned on me that I was naked and had an erection standing straight out from my body. I didn't stay on my feet after landing, I fell on my butt. I don't know what I expected from my brother, but it wasn't what happened. I was laying not fifteen feet from the fron door of our house and my brother was exploring my dick, balls and ass with his tongue and fingers. Not only had I not jacked off in more than a day, but having been hard the entire time I had my mouth on him I was ready to blow. Tim Bobby had both my balls in his moutha nd was running his tongue around them when I gave in to the need to shoot cum everywhere. I would have screamed from the intensity if he hadn't reached up and covered my mouth with his hand. I was still quivering and quaking when Tim Bobby covered my head and shaft with his mouth and drained the last few drops he could work up and out. I thought he was finished but no, he licked every drop of cum he could find off my stomach, chest, neck and cheek. His tongue slid easily from my cheek into my mouth and I experienced my first kiss. Had he kept it up much longer I might have shoot again, but instead he picked me up off the ground and with the sheets in hand we moved away from the house far enough that we could speak without being heard. My brother and I lay the sheets out and when the moon came out from behind a cloud I saw that he was as hard as he had been earlier. In my innocence or obsession I expected us to continue sucking each other, but Tim Bobby had another idea. After only enjoying my mouth for a few minutes he withdrew and laydown on the sheet with me. He did much of what he had done earlier, sucked my dick and balls and pushed my legs up in the air so he could work his tongue over the rim of my ass. My asshole was feeling like it was expanding and opening, an unknown phenomena for a naïve tenth grader, I couldn't had said how much of Tim Bobby's tongue had entered my ass, but I would have bet on three inches: which I now know is impossible. When he pulled his tongue away I felt vacant, I could not have described the feeling any better, but I went from being pleasantly crammed with a tongue to wanting something in my ass. Tim Bobby seemed to wait until I was pushing my butt further and further up on his legs before he sat my feet on his shoulders and rubbed the lotion that he grabbed from his night stand along the crack of my ass. I was trying to capture the fingers, I know that now but at that time I didn't. It didn't take him long to insert one finger and wait for me to adjust and then a second finger and run them in and out a few times. He was working my ass with three fingers when what I wanted hit me. "Fuck me, Tim Bobby. Stick your dick in me and fuck me." "Are you sure Billy Joe?" He could hold back all he thought was proper, but I needed him to stick his dick in me and teach me what it felt like to get fucked. "Goddamn it, Tim Bobby, fuck me." I had stretched my arm back as far as I could and had him by the balls. There was no way he could misunderstand I wanted and knew what was going to happen. I've had many better fucks since then, but as he slid all six inches of his thick cock into me I couldn't imagine there would ever be a feeling to match it.