My Older Brother - Grounded, Horny, and With a Broken Leg
By DerekGuy17


Note: This story series includes depictions of gay sex and incest, and references to heterosexual sex. If that's not your thing or if it is illegal for you to read this story, then stop. This story is completely made up and does not depict anything true.
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My Older Brother – Grounded, Horny, and With a Broken Leg
Christian Scott Harris was in big trouble. Well, that wasn’t new. Every year my brother seemed to do really stupid and reckless things that got him in trouble with school or the cops or a coach and always with my parents. And it generally was from total carelessness – as if he wanted to get caught.

When he was 7, Chris stole money out of my parents’ wallet, bought a ton of candy, got ridiculously sick, and therefore revealed his crime. At 10, he thought no one would notice when he took our neighbor’s brand new bicycle as his own. When he was 12, Chris decided to sample a little liquor while my folks were out of the house. A trip to the emergency room later for alcohol poising resulted mostly in a lot of screaming from them. At 13, it probably wasn’t the best idea to convince Sari Levine to try her first blowjob on him in the coat closet at her own Bat Mitzvah party. Sari’s mother, Judge Levine, was none-too-pleased to discover her daughter on her knees with the neighbor boy’s cock in her mouth.

At 14, Christian had a banner year including his adventures in pot smoking with his friend Gary in Gary’s basement. Of course, moving the smoke-fest to the Collins’ living room where “the television was better” seemed pretty stupid when Gary’s father, Lt. Conrad Collins, came home unexpectedly, Gary ended up in boarding school and Chris spent nine hours in city lock-up before my folks decided to bail him out.

At 15, the highlight – well, lowlight - was the track coach walking in on Chris pounding the coach’s daughter, Emily, doggie-style in the empty girl’s locker room. They thought everyone was out on the field, but the coach had forgotten her whistle. Chris’s future success on the track team had run its course.

For a while, 16 seemed to be a quiet year. I knew that Chris was just being slightly more cautious. He was secretly enjoying a regular flow of girls into his room after school while my folks were at work. I had peeked through the slightly ajar door to learn that his usual afternoon delight was a long, slow blowjob on his apparently large cock, at least if their comments of “Chris, it’s so big!” were to be believed, followed much of the time by an energetic fuck. That December, I suppose he had no way of really knowing that Grandma had changed her flight and was coming in four hours earlier. Chris was enjoying his Christmas present – his then girlfriend Shauna was giving him his long-begged-for threesome. When Dad and Grandma came in from the airport and entered the living room, they were greeted by Shauna and her friend Tyra on their knees, sharing my brother’s cock as he sat on the couch. We weren’t sure Grandma would ever recover.

With all of these incidents – and the many, many others – Chris has escaped relatively unscathed. Our folks were somewhat…well, soft. They were furious and made lots of ultimately empty threats. Apologies, well-placed tears, an adorable smile, and time turned most punishments into commuted sentences. Christian was the favorite while I was more of an afterthought. He was the good-looking, smart, athletic, popular one. I was the other kid, generally known as “Chris’s little brother” on a good day, and “stupid fucking nerd” on a worse one. But Christian Scott Harris was skating on the edge of our folks’ forgiving nature and had nearly used up any remaining patience or good will he had as the beloved oldest son.

Then came last week. At least this time, he didn’t do his usual – simply some sort of an inappropriate behavior in a place where discovery was likely. This time his timing, his location, his partner, and ultimately his reflexes were all off. Four days before school ended, and two weeks after his seventeenth birthday, my brother wrapped his brand-new car – a silver Jaguar XK Convertible – around a tree. While it was bad enough had had destroyed his birthday present from my folks, he was, of course, also drunk. He was also supposed to be home at that moment having been grounded and having already had his new car privileges taken away for four speeding tickets in the past two weeks.

But even all that might have been smoothed over until my parents learned more about the accident from the police captain on the scene, a friend of our Dad’s. No other cars were involved in the accident and the weather had been perfect. The convertible had veered off the road at high speed on an open stretch of back road and plowed into some trees where it was totaled. What had caused the crash? According to Captain Taylor, it seemed to be the road-head Chris was getting from a fourteen-year-old freshman while he was driving. Dawn wasn’t experienced at sucking cock, especially in a speeding car. Chris had never gotten a blowjob while driving - let alone drunk and at 70 miles an hour. When Chris began to shoot, Dawn was so surprised, she gagged and slightly bit his dick in reaction, which caused Chris, while continuing to cum on her, to swerve the car suddenly into the tree.

The airbags thankfully deployed, but Dawn wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, naturally, and she ended up with a concussion, a broken jaw, a broken arm, and complete humiliation. Christian hit the airbag. His dick, he was grateful, wasn’t bitten off or even bruised in the crash, but he still shattered his right leg in multiple places, sprained both his wrists on the steering wheel, had multiple bruises, a destroyed car, and a shit load of trouble. Add to it the half-smoked joint in the ashtray, it wasn’t looking good for my brother.

The car wreck sent my father over the edge. I had never seen him so angry. With the multitude of things to get upset about, what really set him off, I think, was Dawn. She was the naïve and virginal daughter of my dad’s senior partner and Chris had been told repeatedly to stay away from her. (No one had bothered to tell me even though I was almost her age). Now, dad feared his own job was at risk even as he had to work to keep Chris out of prison for driving drunk and stoned. He didn’t even try to stop Chris’s license from being suspended for at least a year or the insurance company refusing to pay for the destroyed car. And there was nothing to do about my brother being confined to a wheelchair with an old-fashioned hard plaster cast on his right leg.

Chris missed the last few days of his junior year in the hospital and his summer trip to Alaska with his best friend Austin was, clearly, impossible. But then my Dad reacted unexpectedly. Upon returning form the hospital, my parents immediately rolled my brother’s wheelchair into the living room for a conference. I wasn’t invited to join in, but I sat down on a chair at the edge of the room anyway.

“Christian,” my father looked right at him, “You have done so much wrong here, I can’t even begin to start listing it.”

“Dad…” Chris turned on some puppy dog eyes and beginning his prepared explanation.

“Save it,” Dad snapped. Chris looked over at our Mom, but she seemed equally uninterested. I was loving this live theater.

“You have abused the privileges of this house. You have taken advantage of your freedoms. You have take advantage of the many luxuries and comforts we provide you. And you have taken advantage of other people. So you’re losing all of those benefits for the whole summer. As of right now and for the rest of the summer, you will be alone with your thoughts and your remorse. As of this moment, you can’t leave the house except for doctor’s appointments and church. You can’t have any friends over for any reason. I am removing all luxuries from your room. No computer. No telephone. No television. No iPod, Xbox, DVD, stereo. Not even a deck of cards. And I have cancelled your cell phone account and told the restaurant you will not be able to work for them this summer. If you behave, you can earn back some privileges, but until then, you can sit in your room and reflect on your actions that caused this pathetic situation.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do all summer?” Chris shouted at him.

“Watch your goddamn mouth!” My Dad wasn’t big on cursing unless he was doing it. “You can read a fucking book for once. But you will have no human contact outside of family. You will enjoy no electronics or luxuries. You will be a prisoner in your room and recognize that your actions have consequences. I have put up with your bullshit for years. Now, you’ll see what it results in.”

Later that night my father ranted and raved as he warned me against helping Christian break the rules. He wasn’t allowed in my room ever because of all the electronics and the phone. I wasn’t to let him use my cell phone. I also was told to go to friends’ houses all summer and not bring them here. My parents apologized for the inconvenience – the first time I think they ever acknowledged I had feelings – and told me if all went well, they’d remember it at summer’s end.

Within 24-hours the plan was put in place. My brother’s room, or “the cell,” as he now called it, was stripped of everything but books (most of which had to be brought in as my brother wasn’t much of a reader). A team of carpenters, plumbers, a handyman, and others finished their work making my brother’s room wheelchair accessible, especially his bathroom. Because the bedroom was on the second floor, he could only reach the downstairs through a stair lift that was installed – like the ones for really old people – so his meals were mostly brought to him. The only other places he could get on his own were the upstairs den, which had also been stripped of video games, computer, television, telephone, and even board games, and my bedroom down the hall. And I knew not to let him in there.

I guess I should really introduce myself already. My name is Tyler Cole Harris. Most of my friends call me Ty. I am fourteen years old. I’ll be fifteen in the fall. I just finished eighth grade at Robinson Middle School and will be attending Carver High School next year. I’ll be in 9th grade. Christian, if he lives, will be a senior.


While Chris is tall, has perfect green eyes, great teeth, and so on, I am a little short for my grade and pretty skinny, but I am not scrawny. I work out with weights every morning and I have put on some good muscle definition – well, at least I think so. I have medium brown hair, a bit darker than my brother’s, and some people say I have a cute smile. Others, after looking at my brother, ask if I was adopted. I play a few sports, but I am kind of mediocre at them except for soccer. I do pretty well in school, am really good with computers and also in math, have a few really close friends, and have never been farther with a girl than French kissing.

All my life people have been comparing me to Chris and have come away disappointed. While I do better in school than him, I am nowhere in his league in life. Imagine a guy who when he walks in the room, every head turns. Every girl wants to date him. Every guy wants to be him – or at least be his friend. When he speaks, everyone listens. When he asks you to do something, it becomes the most important quest in your life. Christian Harris was the greatest guy on earth and I worshipped him while he didn’t give me the time of day.

We hadn’t been in the same school since he was in fifth grade, so I was concerned about high school. My brother was already a star athlete and had been to the prom with the senior class’s hottest girl this past year. Christian ruled the high school now and I knew he could make or break it for me. One positive word from him, and I had it made day one. People would welcome me openly and eagerly. One bad look or rumor from him, and I was facing four years – and maybe a lifetime – of misery.

I know you think I’m exaggerating. But it happened to my friend Greg. Greg’s older brother Adam was friends with Chris. When Chris and Adam were in 8th grade, Greg started telling everyone that Adam and Chris were “gay together.” It was some stupid 5th grader’s rantings, but Greg shared it throughout the neighborhood. While Adam just beat the crap out of his brother, Chris seemingly did nothing. But when Adam got to Middle School the next year, no one would talk to him, no one would be friends with him. Chris, it seems, had told everyone that Greg had a bedwetting problem and was known for using his pets to sexually excite him, and a bunch of other things. Okay, it sounds dumb now, but it worked. Greg left Robinson Middle School after 6th grade and went to some Catholic school. l. I even stopped being friends with him. And I had seen Chris do it to other people – spreading rumors or simply telling people not to be friends with someone. And they listened. I was being very careful to be on my brother’s good side.

My summer plans were pretty casual. While most of my friends went off to sleep away camp, I preferred the comforts of home. So I went to a series of day camps – tennis, computers, soccer, “travel camp,” and finally a filmmaking class. After camp each day, I hung out with the couple friends still in town, went to the movies, or stayed at home playing video games, surfing the internet, or watching DVDs.

During the day, Chris was home alone all day. I had to lock my bedroom door when I was out. My Dad left a cell phone in Chris’s room that could only call him, my Mom, or 911. And our housekeeper Maria was there a lot. She didn’t speak a lot of English and liked socializing in any language even less, so she was no help other than bringing him his lunch in his room. All day, Chris sat in his room in his wheelchair. His leg elevated in the hard cast. His wrists still in soft wraps. Nothing to do but read or stare out the window.

Chris’s grounding was about 8 days old when called to me as I passed his room in hallway. Chris never invited me in his room unless he wanted something from me that would get me in trouble. I had just gotten home my first day of computer camp and was eager to try some things I had learned on my PC.

“Close the door, Tyler,” Chris was sitting in his wheelchair with binoculars around his neck like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window. I complied. He had already tried bribing me and even threatening me to help him break Dad’s rules earlier in the week, but I had resisted. His tone was different this time and it had me worried. He looked miserable - pale and exhausted.

“I’m going nuts, Ty,” he confided. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“You know, there are some interesting books here,” I suggested.

“No. No. Not the boredom. That’s bad, but this is worse. I’ve never gone this long before.”

“Before what?” I responded, following his clear script.

“I’ve never gone this long without…” he paused for dramatic effect, looking around as if someone was listening through the door. “Without nutting…you know, without getting off.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Uhhh…Chris,” I asked in a mocking, but somewhat uncomfortable tone. “Haven’t you ever heard of masturbation?”

“Fuck you, Ty. With my sprained wrists. I can’t do it yet,” he held up his bandaged wrists. “They are both still so sore. And I tried just pushing against the pillow or mattress, but my leg hurts when I do that and it gets in the way. Plus, you know I have to be careful where I do it. I’m stuck in my bed or the chair. I can’t have Maria knowing what I am doing.”

Maria the Housekeeper had thrown a fit a year and a half ago upon finding cum stains on my sheets. Since then I had to be careful to only jack off in the shower or on the toilet.

“Well, what do you want?” I asked him, wondering why he was confiding in me.

“I need your help. I’m going to bust. Bad enough there isn’t anything to do all day, but I am having such constant blue balls. I need some relief. I was getting it every day, several times a day. That’s what it was before the crash. It’s been almost two weeks since then. I can’t take it.”

“I’m not sneaking anyone up here and I’m not helping you get out of the house,” I defensively began to respond. “Dad would murder me.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want you to break Dad’s rules. No one comes over. I don’t leave. I don’t want to break Dad’s rules – I’d like to get a TV or a phone back already,” he stated somewhat convincingly.

“So, what do you want?”

“Dad said no one can come in and I can't go out. But he never said anything about you. I want you to help me out.”

“I told you,” I sighed at my brother’s thick-headedness, “I am not going to bring…”

“No.” He interrupted with deadly seriousness. “I want you to help me out. To bring me the relief. I want you to…do it to me.”

“Fuck you! What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to…”

“It’s not what I want. It’s what I need. It wouldn't be breaking any of Dad’s rules. And I’ll make it worth your while. ‘Cause I know what you need. When you get to Carver High this fall, you can go on being the dorky little misfit you have been, never getting with a girl, hanging out with the same group of losers and queers you always have. Or things could be different. All it takes is one word from me. I will make you the most popular freshman on earth. I will send girls your way. I will talk you up to everyone. The school will be yours. And when I go off to college next year, you’ll become the big man at school. My legacy will be passed onto you.”

Chris was talking to my weakness. I had always wanted to be popular like him. To have everyone know who I was and want to be my friend. To have everyone try to make me happy. To be the center of attention wherever I went. I wanted to be Chris. To have girls throwing themselves at me and have sex with them with no regrets. I wanted it. I knew he could make it happen.

“What would you want me to do?” There was no harm in getting some details. I could always walk away.

“Well,” Chris was uncharacteristically nervous. “Every day, I want you to come into my room when no one is around and get me off.”

“How?”

“Well, I mean, you could use your hand. But I’d like it more like it was before the crash. So, what I’d really like, what I really need is for you to blow me.”

“Blow you? You’re gay?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“No, Tyler. I don’t want this. I want to be outside with the girls from school. I want to be getting head in my car and at the movies and fucking lots of teenage girls in their bedrooms. But I am stuck here with a broken leg, bruised wrists, and no physical contact with anyone but you. What other options do I have?”

“Maria,” I stated half-serious, half-in-jest.

“Don’t think I haven’t considered all options. In the end, you are the best choice.”

“I do this every day and you’ll be nice to me this fall? Seems like you could back out any time and leave me looking like a retard.”

“What else do you want from me?” He was getting a little impatient.

“I don’t want anything. I don’t want to do this at all. I’ve gotta go.” I turned and ran out of his room, ignoring his cries to come back. I sat in my bedroom for a couple hours playing video games trying to clear my mind.  At dinner, we didn’t speak to each other, and I went back to my room to think.

Waiting for me was an e-mail from my friend Garrett at camp where he was having a great time. He told me he was close to getting together with this girl and finally getting a girl to blow him, but that also made him think of home and the A.I. Club. I wondered. Did Christian know about that? He did used to date Garrett’s sister Caitlin and the A.I. meetings were mostly in Garrett’s basement. What Chris wanted was crazy, but was it so different? Well, yeah, he was my brother. But the A.I. Club had taught me that we sometimes discover totally unexpected things are pretty great.

The A.I. Club had begun around 18 months ago. In fact it was December 22nd ‘cause it was the day Grandma and Dad found Chris in the threesome. Winter Break had just begun and Garrett had asked me to sleep over. Also there were Devin and Mitchell from our 7th grade class. After the usual video games and joking around, Garrett explained that he and Devin had begun a private club. Since the girls in the class weren’t putting out, they had decided they could make things more pleasurable in the meantime. When Mitch and I expressed confusion, they said they’d show us. To our complete shock, Devin pulled out his already hard dick and Garrett opened his mouth and swallowed it. As we stood there in confusion and growing horniness, Garrett worked Devin’s dick repeatedly. For about three minutes they went at it before Devin started to shake a little and let out a small cry. His breathing was quick and Garrett took his mouth off his cock.

“What happened?” Mitch asked.

“He swallowed his spunk,” I whispered to my confused friend.

It took only that night and my first ever blowjob – Devin did the honors to me while Garrett initiated Mitch – to get me hooked. That morning, I sucked off Garrett myself, although I didn’t swallow, to complete my induction. We wanted to call it the B.J. Club, but that seemed too obvious. Mitch suggested we go backwards one letter in the alphabet and soon the A.I. club was born. Since we were all into Sci-Fi, no one would question an ”Artificial Intelligence Club” among the computer geeks at school.

Membership was exclusive. Jakob and Peyton joined in the next month. In eighth grade, Jakob dropped out, and Quentin and Myles were added for seven total. We would only meet as a group. You had to give and receive equal numbers in an evening. You never had to swallow, but all of us tried that at least once. I didn’t mind so much and it made the other guy really happy. Mitch was the smallest at about 3” and had only recently started to cum. Quentin was the biggest – maybe 6 ½” – which was huge to all of us. Everyone got to be a pretty fair cocksucker.

None of us were gay. Well, Devin probably was gay, I thought. But the rest of us had girlfriends and tried to fool around with them although we didn’t get too far. Myles was the only one to actually get a blowjob from a girl this past year. I mean, we were in eighth grade and most girls weren’t doing that kind of thing. With five of the guys away for the summer at camp, we were on an official hiatus.

If I could suck my friends’ dicks, why couldn’t I suck Chris’s? The benefits could be even better. He would owe me. He had never needed me before for anything. Now he did. I just needed something to hold him to his promise. I stayed up late considering all of my options.

The next morning, I slipped into Chris’s room around 7:30 am. I had computer camp at 9:00 am, so I had to do this early. Chris was sleeping under a thin sheet with the air-conditioning up to chill the room. I timidly pulled off the sheet and found that my older brother slept in only a pair of boxers. His chest was mostly hairless and well defined. Chris hadn’t been able to work out since the accident, but he always had a good body. He was clearly tenting with half-hard morning wood. He didn’t seem to notice the moving of the sheet, so I proceeded to reach through the hole in the front of the boxers and gently released his cock. I stared.

My brother’s dick, even not completely erect, was huge. Yet another thing to be jealous of. I couldn’t know without measuring, but he was easily bigger than Quentin. It was uncircumcised, like mine and like most of the guys in the A.I. club (Only Quentin and Mitch were circumcised). While I stared, my right hand moved onto it. I touched him and nothing happened. His cock felt warm. Just like beating your own meat, I told myself, and I began to rub up and down on his dick. Chris began shifting back and forth with a small grunt and an ever-hardening penis. I picked up the pace.

“Ty…Tyler…” Chris muttered as he opened his eyes and realized the situation before him.

“I’ll do it. But there are some conditions. Consider this a good will gesture,” I never stopped stroking him as I said this. “Now, just lean back.”

He said nothing. I worked Chris’s boxers off, which was a challenge over the hard cast. He was totally naked other than the plaster on his right leg and small gold cross he wore on a chain around his neck. I worked my brother’s tool up and down with my right hand. It was easily 7 1/2”. He was clearly enjoying my efforts and I knew he wouldn’t last long if it had truly been 2 weeks since his last ejaculation.

I hadn’t really jacked anyone other than myself. In the A.I. Club, it was hard to see what was going on because you had the dick right in your mouth. But now, I had a clear view of someone else’s dick as it was stroked and massaged.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,” Chris moaned. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and just barely licked the head, nothing more, and went back to stroking him. My wrist got tired, so I switched hands, but that proved awkward, so I went back to the right hand and increased my tension.

“Oh!” Chris shouted and I felt the liquid squeeze through is shaft and then bust out all over the place. It went onto my hand, his legs, stomach, and chest, the bottom sheet, and even a little onto my leg. I was continuing to stroke, but Chris grabbed my wrist to make me stop, his dick having become somewhat sensitive following cumming.

“Tyler, what the fuck was that?” my brother asked, his voice panting, as he pulled the sheet over his cum soaked body.

“The first one of the summer. I’m taking you up on your offer. I’ll help you out this summer, but you have to do a couple things for me.” My confidence was on high. I had just masturbated my brother and he loved it. He needed me. He needed me badly. So I could get him to do what I needed.

“What things?” Chris was immediately suspicious and sought to take back control. His smile was wide trying to lure me into his trap of hero worship.

I wiped the cum on my hand off on Chris’s boxers. “First, you need to do exactly what you said yesterday. This fall, you work triple-overtime to establish me as the coolest, funniest, best guy around. You make me a superstar.”

“I can’t work miracles,” Chris said only half-jokingly.

“I’ll take it where you leave off,” sounding more in control than I ever had. “But, I need insurance that you will actually do this in the fall. Once your wrists are healed, you can do a lot for yourself and then more as your leg is healed and you're not grounded, you have no reason to honor your promise other than your firm moral fiber. Since that doesn’t exist, I want some useful evidence of commitment.”

“What…?”

“Simple enough. Every day, I will come to your room and get you off. If you are a good boy and do what I ask, I’ll do it with my mouth. And I know you’ll like it, but you don’t have other options anyway.”

“And what do I have to do?” he was uncomfortable with how uncharacteristically direct I was being.

“In return, I want something that if you don’t honor your promise, I have the power to make you do so, and I want you to show me how much you want this. I want you to suck me and I want to capture it on film. I will lock the film away as insurance of your commitment to helping me this fall. You do as you say, the film never sees the light of day. You renege – and I’ll post it all over town. It’ll do you much more harm than me. I don’t have a reputation. You do.”

“Go to hell!” Chris was angry. He didn’t like my taking charge.

“Furthermore, as a ongoing symbol of your commitment, you’ll suck me on film again in the middle of the summer and once more at the very end. So it is every day for the next 7 weeks for you. And three times for you to do me. That’s a pretty good deal on your part. What’s that, 49 blowjobs to 3?”

“Fuck you!” he barked at me. He was still lying naked on his bed with semen all over, but now pulled the sheet further on top of him.

I shrugged acknowledgment of his rejection and turned and walked out of his room. “I’ll ask Maria to come up later and help clean up your cum.”

After camp that day, I made sure to stay out until very late, returning after an evening movie with my friend Noel. I found Chris sitting up in his wheelchair waiting for me in the hallway. “Come into my room.”

I stood in the doorway, unwilling to give him the upper hand. When he saw I wasn’t budging, he sighed. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” I played the innocent while relishing the moment. “I need it spelled out.”

“You pleasure me every day. I do you 3 times including getting it on film. I help make you a superstar on campus this fall,” he sounded almost broken. It was kind of sad.

“What made you change your mind?” I quizzed him.

“I think the same thing that made you change your mind. Neither of us are exactly traveling down completely new roads. If you can get over the guy and the brother stuff, then I can too. And also, I am fucking horny as hell.”

It was in that moment I suddenly realized that Greg’s rumor about Chris and Adam back in eighth grade might not have been just a rumor at all. Had my brother and Adam been sucking each other, just as I was doing in the A.I. Club? It had never occurred to me that Chris had ever done anything with a guy before. When hot girls are blowing you at age 13, I had assumed you didn’t need any additional activity. In fact, I had assumed I was the first guy to ever touch my brother’s dick this morning. But it seemed that I might be completely wrong.

“I’ll get the camera….” I said.

“Right now?”

“I don’t start on you until you make your video commitment to me.  When do you want to begin?”

Five minutes later, I was setting up my laptop, digital video camera, tripod and other video equipment in Chris’s room. I hadn’t used it that much, and despite Quentin’s suggestion, I hadn’t used it to record any of the A.I. Club adventures. The equipment was pretty high-end, as most things I was lucky enough to get from my parents, and soon I had a clear image of the bed on the laptop screen. The remote allowed me to zoom and pan, but I had to make sure I could see the computer screen. I had never seen myself getting sucked before. This would be interesting.

The lock on Chris’s door had been removed by my Dad, so I propped a chair under the handle like they do in the movies. Our parents were sound asleep anyway, but unlike Chris, I wanted to be careful. While I was setting up, Chris had pulled himself from his wheelchair onto the bed. His brow was covered in sweat – that alone was a big effort. I realized that I hadn’t considered positions. In the A.I. Club, most of the time I had been sucked while lying on my back, sitting in a chair, or standing up. But Chris couldn’t reach me in any of those positions with his broken leg.

Kicking off my sneakers and socks, I crawled onto the bed and dropped my shorts and tossed my t-shirt leaving just my boxer-briefs. Chris was fully dressed with his back against the headboard. I pressed the remote to start recording and confirmed the camera was working. I looked directly at the camera and said, ‘Today is Tuesday, July 6. This is Tyler Harris and my older brother Christian Harris is going to do what…?”

Chris looked at me unhappily and then mumbled just loud enough, “Give you a blowjob.”

I zoomed the camera to a tight shot on the area of Chris’s face and then stood up on the bed with my crotch opposite his nose. “Suck me through the fabric,” I ordered, thinking of a porn movie I had watched. Now in 14 years of life, I don’t think I have ever said anything direct and demanding of Christian. Yet, in this moment, and with my firm conviction, he complied.

His tongue was hesitant, but it had its immediate effect. Just a couple licks of the cotton had me tenting. I started grinding my groin forward into Chris’s face. He pushed me back with his right forearm.

“What the fuck, Tyler!” barked Chris.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “But get to it!”

“Fuck you!” he replied even as he reached up and worked my briefs down my legs. My cock was straight out as I stepped out of underwear and kicked it to the floor.

“Watch it,” Chris added. “You might put out my eye with that thing.”

“Wha…?” I realized he was kidding. Chris was making a joke with me and not at me. This was paying off already. I looked over my left shoulder and saw the computer screen. The remote was still in my hand and I zoomed in further on my dick, trying to make it look as large as possible. Someone had once told me that with the right camera angles, anyone can look like they have a big dick. Clearly this was not the angle. 4 ½” still looked like 4 ½“. But I consoled myself that I hadn’t yet hit my growth spurt yet.

My self-pity melted away as Chris suddenly took my member in his mouth. Having had several novice cocksuckers work on me, I knew immediately this wasn’t his first time. But he either was very average or hadn’t done it in a while based on his fumbling and initial gagging. Latent skills must have came back quickly, as my brother, talented at whatever he wanted to be talented at, began to bathe my cock within his lips and tongue.

My hips started in motion again until he pulled off and said, “You have to let me do it. You have to stop your hips. This isn’t like you are lying on your ass getting sucked by one of your queer friends.”

Shit, how much did he know? But I understood what he meant remembering a time Quentin had shoved his dick so hard and deep down Peyton’s throat that Peyton had ended up throwing up as he choked. I didn’t want that happening here, so I resisted my body’s impulses and let Chris do the work.

He wasn’t particularly creative or inventive. Mitch was the expert on that. He was totally into sucking your balls or licking the shaft or even, once, licking my ass. I tried to be more original too. It made me probably most popular cocksucker in the A.I. Club. Mitch was the best, but everyone agreed secretly it felt a little too “gay” getting sucked by Mitch. I had straight vibes, so it didn’t feel as bad. And I never missed a meeting of the club either in 1 1⁄2 years. Chris wasn’t creative, but he was effective.


Chris had the head and next inch or so of my cock between his lips. His tongue was swirling around the head as he applied pressure moving back and forth. My breathing began to increase. I never lasted very long when sucked right. That and my accessible cocksize also made me popular to suck – unlike Jakob, who was only with us in 7th grade and took forever to cum, so no one ever wanted to blow him, I was pretty quick. I realized we hadn’t said what would happen when I came. Was he going to swallow it? I was kind of partial to coating my older brother’s beautiful features with my cream by shooting on his face. But that’d mean I’d have to clean it up too, since he couldn’t really do it himself.

“Chris,” I grunted. “I’m going to shoot soon. I want you to be ready.”

Chris said nothing and only continued his tongue’s motion. My legs began to buckle – I wish I was lying down for this – and I grabbed my brother’s head and shoved forward, causing him to gag a little. My blast went down his throat as did a second before he pushed me off, coughing, gagging, and trying to swallow. I grabbed my dick and stroked it a couple times spraying semen all over Chris’s face, hair, shirt, and the bed. I think it was the biggest load I ever shot. I wanted to collapse to the ground.

I stood there, semen dripping off the end of my dick watching my brother cough and spit with my cum all over his face. It was an awesome sight. I had never had such a moment of power over Christian in my entire life.

“Fuck you,” he grumbled. But I could tell he wasn’t really angry. I looked around and grabbed a box of tissues and handed him a few.

“Quite the mess,” I said with a little too much self-satisfaction. Hopping off the bed, I pulled on my boxer-briefs and went into Chris’s bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I handed Chris a towel and a cup of water as I took some toilet paper and mopped up some of the cum on his bed and on his shirt. Chris cleaned off his face with the towel and swallowed the water.

“Been a while?” I asked, fishing for background details.

“Are we done?” Chris offered as he pulled off his cum-stained shirt.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” I pulled on my clothing hastily and grabbed the camera, computer, and other stuff and returned to my room. Chris would have to fend for himself in getting ready for bed.

Back in my room, I had the video up and running within seconds. “Today is Tuesday, July 6. This is Tyler Harris…” The picture was clear enough, You could definitely see it was me and Chris. Then it was blurry as I zoomed in and soon after there was my dick in my brother’s mouth. I watched it fascinated. In fact, I watched it about six times that night. Sometimes focusing on the quality of the image, sometime on my body movements, sometimes on Chris’s face. Of course, the cum shot I watched in super-slo-mo at least a dozen times taking delight in his facial expressions as he first realized I am cumming and then as the first blast smacks him in the face.

After all that, I drew two conclusions from what I could see. First, I had a nice ass on camera. Second, my brother didn’t hate doing what he did. I made back-ups of the video images onto some DVDs as well as copying it to both my external hard. I was pretty sure I had it well secured, but just to be sure, I also e-mailed it to my rarely used Yahoo! account. Now I could forward it if I needed to from any computer in the world.

It was 2:10 am by the time I was done. I guess I should also admit that I jacked off to the video too. I crawled into bed and slept soundly. In fact, I slept through my alarm and totally was still in bed when my ride to Computer camp showed up. So I claimed I was sick and my Mom told me to stay in bed and take the day off. They really didn’t care what I did as long as I didn’t bother them.

Around 10:00 am, I jumped up and took a long, hot shower. I couldn’t help myself but relive the previous night as I jacked off again. Then I got into shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. Chris’s door was closed. I mumbled a hello to Maria and ate some cold cereal and milk with a banana while watching TV and wondering what I would do today. Regis and Kelly was the best thing on in the kitchen TV, which didn’t have TiVo. As I peeled a second banana, I then remembered what I needed to do this morning. I put the dishes in the sink, used some mouthwash from the downstairs bathroom, and returned upstairs to my brother’s room.

Gently, I opened the door to find him sound asleep. It was 10:52 in the morning, but if you have nothing to do all day, sleep isn’t such a bad option. He was covered in just a sheet and was shirtless, the cum-stained t-shirt from the previous night still lying on the floor. I casually approached his bed and pulled the sheet aside. Once again, I reached into the hole at the front of the boxers and pulled out his semi-hard dick, this time with more confidence.

“About fucking time. I want to piss first,” he mumbled from his half-conscious state. I sighed and stepped back, letting him struggle over to the wheelchair next to the bed, pull himself into it, roll into the bathroom, and then lift himself with the railings onto the toilet where he peed sitting down.

“Make sure to wipe off good,” was the only thing I could think of saying. A few moments later he was back, but he parked the wheelchair, put on the break, and said, “I want it in the chair.”

I shrugged non-committally. I couldn’t believe how Chris’s hold over me had vanished. I was no longer scared of him, but felt like his equal. His right leg was elevated in the chair requiring me to approach his dick at angle. He was already naked since the bathroom, which made it easier.

I stared at his semi-hard cock. It was so big and thick. Even Quentin’s ‘monster’ was skinny compared to this. And Chris had all this dark, bushy pubic hair, as well as a few bruises from the crash. I wondered how many girls had sucked on his dick over the past few years. I wondered how many boys. I took a deep breath in and went to my knees. This was just like A.I. Club, except there were only two of us. And it was my brother. That was weird. But this was necessary.

Holding his dick with my right hand, I knew I had all summer to perfect technique – both in what he likes as well as how I would improve at sucking. I assumed my friends and I would still be in A.I. Club in 9th grade. I guess it depended on how lucky any of us got during the year with girls. The would all be amazed at my new skills after an entire summer of pleasuring Christian. A dick was a dick if your goal was just helping a guy out.

“Let’s get going. I need to nut,” Chris continued to mumble. He was not at his best first thing in the morning.

I went quickly that first time. My goal was to get him off as fast as possible. It took only three minutes of heavy sucking to achieve orgasm. I tried to swallow it all, but some came out the sides of my mouth. His cum tasted better than any of the guys my age, I thought, although it still wasn’t my favorite sensation. Chris grunted as he came and held the sides of my head. As I pulled off, he sighed and offered a slight smile of satisfaction as I wiped off my mouth. He looked pleased.

 I helped Chris get a new pair of boxers on. He stayed in the chair, awake and hungry and ready for the day. He also was in the best mood than I had seen him since the accident. I felt closer to him than I had at any point in my life.

“So, Chris,” I asked as I helped him downstairs via the old-people’s lift. “Where did you learn to suck cock?” I expected him to tell me to shut the fuck up. But he didn’t.

“Adam.” He answered matter-of-factly. “In seventh grade, he began to suck me. I occasionally reciprocated. Sometimes Wally joined us too. But once I started getting girls to blow me more often, I stopped. I just liked the feeling.”

I helped him the downstairs wheelchair and then looked at me. “And you?”

“You know. The A.I. Club. It’s a place we help a buddy out until girls start doing it. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah. Sure. I knew all about it, but whatever. Guys need each other sometimes, right? You learned pretty well. But next time, how about you try…”

I cut him off. “I’ll be trying a whole bunch of things this summer, I think. But next fall, you’re going to set things up so I get all the girls.”

“I can’t work miracles,” he reminded me again, but then chuckled, punched me lightly in the arm, and said, “Sure.”

The summer was mostly uneventful. The day camps were okay and I dated this one girl from film camp and even got to touch her breasts. But once a day, every day, I went into Chris’s room and blew him. I tried it fast and I tried it slow. I tried to deep throat and tried it just licking. We soon discovered his preferences until my sucking was a physically powerful experience leaving him sweat covered and satisfied. To be honest, I sometimes did it twice a day.

When Chris’s wrists healed, he was able to help himself out too. As his leg moved out of the hard plaster cast, we were able to try other positions and at mid-summer, I received my second blowjob from him, this time sitting on the edge of the bed while holding a hand-held video camera and getting great POV footage. He was much more into it this time and it was awesome. I also filmed my sucking Chris a few times to see what it was like and because he wanted me to see himself on film.

Chris made it about 2/3 of the way through the summer before he got in trouble. He had earned back privileges such as a television and telephone. But he used the phone to arrange a girlfriend of his to come over while my parents and I were out of the house. He hadn’t counted on Maria changing her day off that week and walking in on the girl riding Chris in his wheelchair, both of them completely naked.

He tried to bribe Maria, unsuccessfully, and soon was without a phone or TV again. But for a few minutes every day, and sometimes twice a day, he had my mouth to keep him satisfied. The most amazing thing to me was that Chris and I actually found ourselves chatting and sharing for an hour or two every day. We just talked about stuff and it was awesome.

By summer’s end, my parents relented and restored nearly all of Chris’s lost privileges, except for a car since his license had been suspended. On the night before school was to begin, I sucked Chris for the last time that summer. I made it especially slow and orgasmic. Then Chris kept his word and blew me one final time, doing an even better job than before and swallowing the whole cum shot. I offered to not tape this one, but Chris said a deal was a deal and I happily recorded it. Actually I used two cameras on this one and later edited it all together with what I learned from film camp. My own personal porno.

As I went to sleep that night, ready to be a high school student, I didn’t know if I’d ever be with Chris again, or if he’d be with me. I didn’t know if I’d ever be with another guy again - the A.I. Club hadn’t discussed a first meeting date yet. I knew Chris would keep to his word and say good things about me at school, but he didn’t even have to. We had become friendly and now respected each other much more. He could never take away our time together this summer – the sucking, but especially the talking. And I had found the confidence I had always lacked in life. I’d make my own name for myself.

I pulled one of my brother’s pubic hairs from between my teeth and laughed. It hadn’t been the summer I expected at all. But it had been a very memorable one. And no matter what happened tomorrow, I would always have great video footage to look at and enjoy for the rest of my life.



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