An Acquired Taste (part one)

by Tony Williams

My younger brother Tim and I are in the kitchen, standing at the sink, washing up after lunch. He's washing, I'm drying. We finish up and he tells me he's going upstairs to pee.

'Why go all the way upstairs? When Mum and Dad are out, I just pee here.” They've just left to play golf.

“In the sink?”

“No, it's too high; in a glass, then I pour it in the sink and rinse the glass. No one ever finds out. You didn't know, did you?” He laughs.

At twelve, he's two years younger than me, and really fucking cute. With his long hair, turned up nose and pouting lips, he could easily pass for a girl. One day, I'd like to dress him up, complete with knickers and everything and see how he looks. I imagine he'll be hot.

I pick up a glass from the draining board and hand it to him. Grinning, he unzips his shorts, pulls his cock from his briefs and fills the glass almost to the rim. Holding it up to the light, he comments that it looks like a fine white wine.

“I wonder what it tastes like,” he muses. I take the glass from him, lift if to my lips and take a sip. It's not as yucky as I'd imagined, in fact it's not so different than the pale ale I shared with my friend Kevin who nicked it from his parents fridge.

“They say it has health benefits,” I say, knowing that it's utter bullshit but it gives me some cover. “Not bad,” I pronounce, then take a small gulp. “Kinda like beer.” He takes the glass from me and raises it to his mouth, pauses, then tentatively sips it.

“Mmm, it's okay, not bad at all.” Following my example he takes a full mouthful, swallows it then takes another gulp. “I love doing dirty stuff like this. It's fun.” I'm not going to be outdone by my little brother so I take the glass from him and take a long pull, swallowing it, then pour the little that's left down the sink. I remember to carefully rinse the glass. He laughs again.

“I've seen piss drinking guys on videos on the internet,” he says. “Some guys are really into it.” He said 'guys'. He must be surfing gay porn.

“I suppose it's an acquired taste.”

My phone rings and it's Kevin. He wants me to meet him at our hide-out in Badgers' Wood where we can smoke a joint. I know that we'll be doing more than smoking; he'll wank me off and I'll return the favour. That's what young boys do when they play in the woods. You don't think we're all just nature lovers, do you?

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It's bed time. Tim and I share a room with twin beds. My bedtime is an hour later than his, but tonight I go upstairs with him. Mum and dad are glued to the telly, watching a series they're hooked on. I watch as Tim strips down to his white briefs. We abandoned pajamas years ago, and he watches me as I drop my pants and lift my T shirt over my head. I'm waiting for my chest hair to grow, but no sign of it yet. Tim turns to face the mirrored closet doors and I stand behind him, put my arms round his waist and gaze over his shoulder at his image.

“You're a pretty hot dude, Tim. If you wore a dress, no one would ever guess that under those briefs is a cock and balls.” With his long hair, he wouldn't even need a wig.

“I'd wear knickers, not briefs.” Hearing his words, my pulse races. Has he entertained ideas of dressing up as a girl? Looking at his lovely body, hairless except for two little tufts under his arms, I just can't help myself and one of my hands slides down his tummy and cups his basket. He doesn't push my hand away so I give it a gentle squeeze. I can feel him getting hard and my own cock is stirring in my own briefs.

“Are you gonna wank tonight?” he asks. I've always thought he was asleep when I wank in bed but he must have been awake once or twice and seen the bed covers moving up and down and I know I groan when I cum. I imagine he wanks too, but probably before I come to bed, or perhaps in the loo during the day, as I do. One wank per day is nothing like enough.

“Why? Do you want to watch?” I squeeze his package again, then pull the front of his brief out allowing his cock to spring up vertically. I grip it through the cotton and slide my hand up and down.

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all. There are boys at school who like to wank with me, so I'm not shy about it.”

“Really? Who?”

“Kevin's one of them. This afternoon we wanked each other off, but you can't ever tell anyone, like, I'm never gonna tell anyone that I drank your pee, and you aren't, are you?”

“No, but I want you to know that I wank, too. I've been doing it for months, now, and I can shoot a nice big load.” There's a proud look on his face.

“Good for you, Kiddo.” My cock, hard in my briefs, is pressed against his bum cheeks and he reaches back, sliding his hand between us, and cups my package. Encouraged by this, I push my hand down the front of his briefs and grip his cock.

There's something magical about having another boy's stiff cock in my hand. It feels utterly thrilling, probably from knowing how much pleasure I'm giving him, having had my own cock handled so many times by my school friends. Tim's cock, though slightly smaller than my own, is quite respectable for a boy of twelve who only recently reached puberty. What makes it even more exciting is the fact that he's letting me wank him and is showing not the least sign of embarrassment or reluctance. I extract my hand, spin him round and push him towards his bed, where he lies down on his back. He looks wonderfully vulnerable, his cock tenting his sexy white briefs. Most kids of our age wear boxers, but we think they're ugly. They do have the advantage of easy access; one can get ones hand into the fly or up the leg with no trouble at all, whereas, extracting a cock from the fly of a pair of briefs is a little more complicated. But briefs look a lot sexier, especially on a twelve year old effeminate boy, even though he is my brother.

I slide my briefs down and step out of them, standing briefly with my cock horizontal, letting him look at me. I love showing off my cock to any boy who appreciates it and Tim seems delighted by it. I sit on the bed and ask him to lift his hips so I can take his underpants off. Now, naked as the day he was born, he lets me run my gaze up and down his gorgeous body and I know that nothing is going to stand in the way of me doing anything I want with him. His cock is as stiff as mine, just an inch shorter, but my hand fits round it neatly and I begin to stroke him, not the fast jerk off that most boys do, but slowly, to make it last as long as possible. If he cums, it'll all be over, for at least half an hour, and I don't want to wait.

“Fuck! This feels awesome!” he grunts, reaching out and taking hold of my own cock. His touch is like electricity, causing thrills to run through my whole abdomen. My gorgeous little brother and I are wanking each other off, each as willing and eager as the other.

“Have you ever been sucked off?” I ask him. “No, of course you haven't. Twelve year old boys don't suck cocks, they think it's nasty or something.”

“Have you sucked a cock?” I could boast and tell him I've blown dozens of guys, but he'd see through it and why should I lie, anyway?”

“Not yet, but I think I might, any minute now.” He grins. If having a cock in my mouth is anywhere near as thrilling as in my hand, it's going to be fabulous. I'm going to try it! I lean in and put my lips round the end of his cock. He gasps. I take half it's length into my mouth, careful to keep my teeth clear, then bob my head up and down so that my lips are wanking him. Yes, it's beyond awesome, twice as good as using my hand, more intimate and there are things I can do with my tongue to arouse him even more.

“Doing dirty stuff like this is brilliant!” he says. “It's much better than just wanking.” He'd mentioned “dirty stuff” earlier in the kitchen and it gives me an idea. I lift my head.

“I wanna drink your piss again.” His eyebrows shoot up.

“From my cock?”

“Where else? We don't have to rinse any glasses. Just give me a little squirt to see how it goes.” I go back down on him and after a few seconds a stream of hot piss shoots into my mouth and I swallow it. He shuts off the flow.

“Mmm, even tastier than from a glass. Gimme some more.” He fills me again and I lift my head, swirl it round my mouth and then make sure he sees me swallow. “Shit, I could grow to like this.”

“I wanna drink yours!” he declares, eagerly. I straddle his chest and bend my cock down so it points at his face, but it's not exactly comfortable and the angle is wrong.

“Wait,” I say, then move around so I'm facing the bottom of the bed, on all fours, my cock now pointing down at his face and his up at mine. This is a lot better. He takes hold of my cock and I feel his warm, soft lips surround it, his tongue pressing into my foreskin. He rolls it back with his lips then taps me on the thigh, signaling that he's ready. I let a small squirt go and shut it off.

“More!” he demands, “give me all you've got!” Oh, my God, my little brother has become an instant piss freak, and I guess I have, too. I let my bladder go, just as his piss fills my mouth again and I swallow as quickly as I can, until he's empty. I feel the last of my pee leave my cock and I roll over on to my back, prop myself up on my elbows and look at him. He's licking his lips like the cat that stole the cream, a dazzling smile on his lovely face.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

“I fucking loved it! I wanna drink your piss every day. You'll never need a loo again.”

“Your's was pretty tasty, too. Any time you need to empty, just call me and I'll come running! But we haven't finished yet. I haven't sucked you off, yet.” The next moment, we're fellating each other furiously, sucking, licking, each doing everything we can think of to arouse the other. Naturally, in this sex charged atmosphere, I can't hold off for very long and soon I lift off him to tell him I'm about to cum, but he holds my cock in his mouth with his hand, not allowing me to pull out and I cum, firing half a dozen squirts of spunk into his mouth. I expect him to release me, but he holds my cock there, his lips still round it and even though I'm sexually drained, my excitement all gone, I continue to suck him out of love and respect for him and in a few seconds he, too, cums in my mouth. His cum is slightly bitter and salty, but I know I could grow to love the taste. I suck the last drop from him, then get up, pick up our briefs from the floor and go out to the bathroom to put them in the laundry hamper. Back in our room, I lean down and give him a little kiss on the lips, then get into my own bed. Soon I'm fast asleep.

End of Part One