Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 17:51:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brother Sucker Chapter 3

Brother Sucker

By

Toby Tyler

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, leave now. If you liked my story, I'd love to hear from you. You
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Chapter 3

After my brother and I watched that porno the Mormon boy gave me, I could
not stop thinking about the blowjob scene, and about cocks and cum. I
thought about that scene every night when I played with myself. I would
wait until I could hear Erik's snoring from the top bunk before I would
begin to play with my wiener. I would always imagine myself as the woman
getting hot sperm pumped into my mouth.

Somehow, it never occurred to me that these thoughts were in any way weird
or `queer'. In the schoolyard my friends called each other queer all the
time, and said things like `you suck', but I never really understood what
those things meant. I thought my fantasies were completely normal and that
every boy secretly thought about other guys' dicks. When another kid
explained the word `cocksucker' to me I was shocked to realize that liking
guys dicks might mean that I was queer.

It drove me crazy to know that the brother I shared a room with had a nice
big one, and that he could shoot cum, too. I always examined his dirty
underwear to see if there was any more cum I could lick up while I was
playing with myself. I rarely got a chance to lick up any fresh cum, but I
enjoyed sucking out the dry cum and piss stains, which always smelled
strangely like celery to me.

I wanted to ask Erik if I could suck him, but now that I knew that was a
`queer' thing to do, I was afraid to ask him. Besides, he was spending most
of his time with Angie and he almost never made me play Fartmeister or Snot
Fair with me anymore.

One night I came into our room and Erik was on the phone with Angie. He
threw a pillow at me. "Get out, Shrimp, I'm busy!" he yelled, and then
returned to his phone conversation. "Oh, nothing, it's just my snot-nosed
little brother."

I was angry. I put my hands on my hips. "This is MY room, too, and I have
every right to be here!"

"Look, Angie, I gotta go. Dickwad's throwing a tantrum. Yeah, I'm supposed
to be looking after him tonight. I'll see ya in Physics tomorrow. Bye." He
hung up the phone and looked at me. "What the fuck is your problem,
Dickwad?"

"If ya wanna talk to yer girlfriend, you can use the phone in the kitchen
or you can go to your room in the basement! And besides, you're supposed to
be taking care of me!"

"Aint you old enough to take care of yourself yet?"

I thought about that for a second. "Well, it's just that, you see, we never
really play together anymore. Ever since you met Angie. It would be nice if
you played with me once in a while."

"What the hell do you mean? What do you want to play? Hide and seek, for
Christ's sake?"

I felt like I had backed myself into a corner. "Well, uh, it's just that
we, um, never really play Fartmeister anymore."

"What the fuck? You mean you actually WANT to play Fartmeister?!!"

"Um, kinda."

"You're not supposed to ENJOY Fartmeister! I only do it to torture you!"

"Can we, uh, please play Fartmeister? Please?"

"I can't believe you're asking me this!"

"I told you I liked it."

"Yeah, but I just thought that was cuz I MADE you say you liked it!"

"Can we please please please play Fartmeister now, Erik?"

"You're really serious, aint you?"

"Yeah!" To show him how serious I was I lay down spread-eagled on the
floor, waiting for Erik to sit on my face. "I'm ready!"

Erik jumped off of the top bunk and approached me, ready to squat on my
face. "I can't believe you actually want this, Jody!"  "Thanks, Erik!" I
smiled. Not that he could see me smiling as his butt was bout an inch from
my face. "You're the best brother ever!"

"I dunno about that. Hey, can you, like, struggle a little like you usually
do? It feels weird that you're not trying to get away."

Instead I grabbed his hips and pulled his butt to my face. I carefully
positioned my nose in his asscrack, waiting for the first sniff. I could
feel him straining, but nothing was happening.

"Sorry, bro. I guess I don't have it in me today. Hate to disappoint you,
though." He got off of my face.

"Hey Erik, if you can't fart, can we play Snot Fair?"

"What's gotten into you, Jody? You're a glutton for punishment today!"

"Please, Erik! I wanna eat your snot!"

"Okay okay. I guess I should punish you for interrupting me when I was on
the phone with Angie." He picked his nose. I was on my knees, waiting with
an open mouth. He flicked a medium-sized booger onto my tongue. I chewed it
up, enjoying the way it stuck to my teeth. I let it stick there and I
sucked it as it slowly began to dissolve. Erik began digging for another
one.

"Um, Erik?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we do it like we usually do? With you sitting on my chest and feeding
them to me?"

"Sure."

"I'm gonna have to call you Snot Eater now. Which would you rather be
called, Snot Eater or Dickwad?"

Well, I was a snot eater, and I liked what dickwad implied. "You can call
me both, Erik."

"Okay, Snot Eater, here ya go."

We got into our usual position. I noticed that Erik glanced at my crotch
and had seen that I had popped a woody. As usual, he didn't say
anything. He fed me his snots until he ran out. When he was done he went
down to his rec room in the basement and I stayed in the bedroom and played
with myself, sniffing a pair of Erik's dirty underwear, as usual.

Our little game of Snot Fair had gotten me really fired up. As much as I
liked eating Erik's snots, I really wished I could be eating his cum
straight from his cock. I wanted it so bad I could almost taste it.

Finally, I had an idea. It was a hot summer, and Erik slept without sheets
on the top bunk. And when he slept, he slept like a log. When I was little
we used to go camping and we shared a sleeping bag. No matter how much I
moved around, I could never wake him.

It occurred to me that night that I might be able to play with Erik's cock
while he was sleeping. Eagerly, I waited for bedtime, and when we were in
bed, I waited until I heard Erik snoring. My heart was beating like crazy
and I could barely contain my excitement. I was going to touch my brother's
dick! I just hoped he wouldn't wake up.

Slowly, silently, noiselessly, I climbed the ladder up to the top bunk. I
paused at the top rung and admired my older brother's body. He was wearing
nothing but a pair of stained white underwear, and he had thrown the covers
off the bed because of the heat. He was fit, thin and not too muscular, not
hairy except for his legs, tufts of fine hair under his armpits, and a
little trail of hair on his belly leading down into his underwear. And the
bulge in his underwear was pretty big. I could see the outline of his cock
and balls very distinctly.

Carefully, I crawled onto the bed, my nose an inch away from Erik's
crotch. I gently touched the bulge with the tip of my nose. Erik didn't
move. I got a little bolder, rubbing my nose up and down his piss-stained
underwear along the length of his cock. I inhaled the scent of dried piss
and sweat and funk that was coming from his underwear.

Was it my imagination, or was Erik's cock getting slightly stiff? I kept
rubbing it with my face for a few minutes. Suddenly Erik moved. My heart
almost stopped. Was he awake? No, maybe he was just dreaming.

Very gently, I pulled at the elastic waistband of Erik's underwear. I could
see the bush of wiry hair as I peeked down there. I could also see Erik's
dick, hanging there like a lazy, fat, flesh-colored snake. He still didn't
wake up. I got bolder. Slowly, I slipped his undershorts down. There it
was, a beautiful, thick cock, big fat balls and plenty of dark, curly hair.

I gently licked Erik's cock head. He didn't move. I licked it again. This
time I got a good taste of dried sweat and piss. Now my own dick was hard
as a rock. I wanted more. I picked up Erik's dick and put it up flat
against his belly, so I could lick the underside with long strokes from the
balls to the head. His cock twitched. It was definitely starting to get
hard.

I was excited that Erik was getting a hardon in his sleep, and that he
hadn't woken up. I had only planned on looking at it and maybe licking it a
little, but here it was beginning to stand up. Instinctively I knew I had
to finish what I had started.

I remember the way the woman in the porno had sucked cock. She didn't use
her hands very much. She just put it in her mouth and bobbed up and down on
it. I put Erik's entire cock in my mouth, which was easy to do since he
hadn't gotten fully hard yet. I buried my nose in his pubic hair, enjoying
the scent. I could feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth.

Soon I felt his cock head at the back of my throat. I almost gagged and
pulled it out very quickly. It was the first time I had seen his cock fully
erect. I was amazed that I had had that much of it in my mouth!

There wasn't much else to say about that first blowjob. I didn't really
have any technique, so I just kept going up and down on his dick. I
desperately wanted my brother to cum in my mouth, and to cum quickly before
he woke up.

As I sucked my brother's cock, I was filled with conflicting emotions. I
was nervous and scared, and felt dirty about what I was doing. But I also
felt very proud. Even though my brother was a jerk, I somehow felt it was
my duty to make him happy. I felt like I was being a good little brother. I
was also amazed that he didn't wake up. I was worried that the orgasm would
cause him to wake, but the sex education book had talked about `nocturnal
emissions', so I thought I might have a chance at making him cum with out
waking him.

I knew how nice it felt when I played with myself, and it made me very
happy to know that Erik's dick was feeling just as nice, but because it was
in my mouth. I just wished he could be awake to really enjoy it.

I moved my head up and down faster and faster, trying to make him
cum. Still, it wasn't fast enough. My lips were starting to feel a little
numb from all the sucking.

Eventually, I got my reward. Erik shifted in bed, I heard him gasp, and
then I felt my mouth filling up. At first I didn't even realize it was
cum. I just thought my mouth had just made a whole lot of new saliva at
once.

When I realized I had a full load of my brother's cum in my mouth, I felt
so proud and happy. Mission accomplished! What a good brother I am, I
thought. I swished it around in my mouth a bit before I swallowed.

I noticed that either some of Erik's cum had leaked out of his dick, or
else I had accidentally spilled some when I had taken his dick out of my
mouth. There were a few pearly gobs in his pubic hair and on his pelvis. I
didn't want him to wonder what happened, so I dutifully licked it all up.

Satisfied, I pulled his underwear back up and crawled down to my bunk,
where I played with myself while I savored the taste of my brother's fresh
cum.

The next morning, when Erik woke up, I asked him how he slept.

"Not good," he mumbled, looking for his sneakers. "Too hot last night. Had
some fuckin' weird dreams. Hey Dickwad!"

"Yeah?"

"Did you take my Swiss Army knife again?"

"No, it's right on the desk."

"Oh."

"Erik?"

"Whaddya want? I'm not even awake yet."

"Mom's got the crock-pot out again."

"So?"

"So it means we're having baked beans tonight."

"And you wanna play Fartmeister?"

"Can we?"

"I guess. If you really wanna."

"Erik?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we do it bareassed tonight? Your ass and my face?" I asked, hopefully.

Erik gave me a strange look. "You've been acting pretty weird lately,
Jody. I really can't figure out what's gotten into you!"

I knew exactly what had gotten into me. A nice, creamy load of my brother's
cum.

To Be Continued