Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2018 16:48:14 -0400
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Did Alex Go Too Far?

Title: Did Alex Go Too Far?


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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
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I was 13 the first time Sarah Leversmith let me go to second base. The
feelings of kissing her - kissing anyone, really - along with the
sensations of touching warm skin... Well, if you've never been there, I can
tell you this: never before had my young body been straining harder to get
out of my jeans.  But of course, it's not that easy, is it?

"What did you do next?" My brother, Alex probed. He was 17, and my idol. He
and I could talk about anything. I'm not sure brothers are as close as we
are. We never fought, not even as kids. Now that I've hit puberty, we have
even more to talk about. And, we are even more alike.

He flopped on my bed, where I had stopped reading my book, "Great
Expectations", to entertain his line of questions. As usual, he was just in
his underwear, as was I. It was very common for us to be this way. I mean,
we've shared a room forever, and there's not much we don't share.

Now on his stomach, I was giving him the gossip. "Well, I mean, I dunno..."
I stammered.

"Well, did you feel on her boobs?" He asked. He was on his stomach, his
head held up on his elbows. I blinked. Sometimes, it was like looking in a
mirror. We were both blondes, with matching green eyes. Mom always said it
was the Irish side, fighting its way out through our `peepers'. Last year,
I grew like crazy, and if you didn't know we were 4 years apart, you'd have
thought we were almost twins. I peered down his long, slender backside, to
the line where his briefs met his waist. We were only 4" different in
height, him now hitting a solid 6 feet. I think, honestly, I was thinner
than him, but now that. He had some muscles from soccer and i was still
losing baby fat.. i couldn't be sure.

"Come on man, you gotta tell me," he pleaded, grabbing the book from my
hand. "I told you about my first time!"

He was right. Last year, Alex came home late one night. Got grounded for it
too, but didn't seem to care. He walked into the room, his hair messed up
and his eyes glassy. He flopped on his bed, and sighed heavily. I could
smell the scent of some perfume, likely Jessica's, coming from him. Up to
that point, We had never spoken much about sex, or anything - it just never
came up. "Dude," he whispered to me.

I rolled over to look at him, the clock blaring 11:37pm on it's
face. "What," I hissed, angry that he woke me up with Mom screaming at him
for being an hour late.

"I gotta tell you something," he smiled. "Jessica gave it up tonight!"

I lifted my heard, and flicked on the dim desk light between our
beds. "What..?"

He laughed, then laid flat. "You know... ee oo ee oo," he said, motioning
with his hands. His hips began to hop up and down, and he made an invisible
torso held on by his hands. Ohhhhh....

I had learned about this in school. He was talking about sex. "No way,
you... made love to her..?"

He laughed again. "Nah, little man. I'm not in love with her. See, we just
went on a date, nothing special, but she was sooo into me after the movie,
that, well, I mean - I'm glad Mom let me use the SUV. We needed the back!"

That night, he went on to tell me that Jessica had been feeling him up in
the movie, then let him go to second in the parking lot. When they went to
Lonestar park to hang out, she pulled it out of his pants and SUCKED on it!
Then, she put a condom on him, and well, that night he was a man!

"So, did you get under the clothes, or what?" He pressed.

"Ok, ok... here's what happened," I shifted up, bringing my knees to my
chest. I was already getting hard again, thinking about it. I didn't want
him to see that.

I told him the truth. Talking to him was always so easy. But to be honest,
as exciting as it was, not much happened. See, Sarah and I are both on the
yearbook committee. We have to work on it after school, and that usually
means that it's just me, her, and a couple random students in the computer
lab. We were sitting in the back, and the last few kids left. We were both
working on the `Valentine's Day' segment. It was all pictures of kissing.
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Dade?" she asked me.  I shrugged. I didn't
want to admit anything, but no, I hadn't.  She took that as a no, and
leaned into me. We began to kiss. Then we kissed some more. Then, I touched
her hair. I don't know why, but it felt nice.  She sighed, and pulled
away. We looked at each other for a minute; right in the eye. She pulled up
her cardigan, and I realized how hot it was in the room, and as I said
before, how tights my jeans were getting. I pulled off my hoodie also,
leaving us both in our t-shirts. She was a nerd, kind of like me, so she
had a Thundercats shirt on; I had an Atari 2600 logo shirt on. We both
smiled at that.

"So, then how'd you get to second, bud!" He demanded. He had shifted his
body a couple times now, and I smirked. It occurred to me that I might not
be the only one getting wood over this?

"Well," i started, "It was a bit of an accident. See, like, we were
kissing, and i had to put my arms somewhere, and they kind landed on her
hips. Her shirt was riding up, and when I touched her skin... I just.. kept
going."

He slapped the bed, and burst out. "Whoah! Dude, that's so hot man,
congrats! You're gettin' there, really!"

He lifted off the bed, and in an instant, I saw it. I mean, I've seen him
hard before, being that we sleep in the same room, but... never after
talking about stuff like this.

He noticed me looking at him, and I felt my face get hot. "No worries
little man," he smirked, grabbing his junk, adjusting it a bit to point
upward, "every guy bones up after a good sex chat - I'm sure you know what
i mean."

I nodded, my own junk was aching to be touched, adjusted. I shifted quickly
under my blanket, and he laughed.

"So, uh, why don't I give you a couple minutes to yourself," he started,
walking toward the door. "You can do it in here, I'll go to the bathroom."

I looked at him funny. He blinked slowly, shaking his head. "Oh come on,
you know what I mean?"

I scrunched my face. He turned his hips toward me, and with his fist,
pumped the air in front of him. "You know, like, `fix' the boner?"

I turned beet red. "Yep, you know what I mean. Be back, I'm gonna do it
too."

It didn't take me long. He was right. I had to get this out of the way. The
instant he closed the door, i tore off the blanket and reached for my
junk. My hand wrapped around the 4" of uncut meat, sliding up and down as
fast as my skin would allow. I stretched my legs, arched my back, and let
my eyes roll back into my head. There was nothing like this feeling, and it
didn't take long. I bit my lip; I held my breath. In mere minutes, i was
bucking my hips. I could feel the intense rumble from my stomach move to my
balls. My eyes slammed tight, and the first wave of orgasm hit me. One,
two, three little pumps of my teen jizz dribbled out from my dick. I gasped
as the second wave of pleasure rolled over me, and the sensitivity of my
cock took over. Without thinking, my cum-covered hand moved to my lips. My
tongue licked lazily at it, cleaning all of my seed from my skin.

"You EAT your own cum!?" My bother exclaimed. My eyes shot open, and my
body scrambled to cover myself.

"What the hell, Alex?" I shouted. When I stopped shuffling, I realized that
he was standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist. "I thought
you were gonna give me time to myself?"

His arms were folded, his body was tight. I never noticed before that he
had such defined abs. His tan from the San Diego sun was always there, but
I noticed now that it was also very consistent down his body. Was he
tanning nude?

"Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry," he walked in the room, to his
nightstand. "But I forgot my lube, and when I knocked, you didn't
answer... and then, well, I didn't want to interrupt when you were so
close..."

I scrunched my face. I was completely embarrassed. He walked back to his
bed, sitting across from me. He leaned in, his elbows to his knees. "Look,
dude. We all do it. I mean, I don't lick my own.. but i mean. Well, I mean,
we all do it. To be honest, I'm surprised we have caught each other
sooner..."

I was scrunched in a ball under my covers, letting the heat leave my
face. I thought about that for a second. Caught?

"What do you mean, caught?" I asked.

He laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Dude, how often do you do that?"

I blushed.

"Yeah, well, I do it at least once a day. I mean, when you're not home, I
swat it right here in bed; but I mean, when you and Mom are home, I usually
just spit one out before the shower. Right into the drain. Don't
you... find time?"

I nodded. "Well," ok, just talk. "Yeah, I mean, like, mornings, I wake up
and I gotta get rid of it..."

"Exactly. All I'm saying it, every day you and I do it, but we never once
knew? That's gotta be a world record for obliviousness."

We both laughed, and I started to forget why I was so flustered.

"Look," he said, "If it will make you feel better - I caught you. I saw
what you do. No more secret there, right? Well... what if I just stayed in
here?"

The look of confusion set back up. "Come on dude, I know you aren't this
naive! Look, I saw you pulling your junk, but I didn't get a chance to
finish myself. I need the lube in here, and it feels better when I can lay
down. So, I'm gonna-"

He stood up, and let the towel drop. Without anymore words, he laid back on
his bed, popped the top of the lube, and began to stroke. His eyes closed,
and I sat there, in awe.

He didn't look at me. His eyes were closed. Like me, he stretched out his
legs, and his hips began to pump, along with his fist. In the many ways we
were the same, I couldn't help but stare at the one way we were different.

My bother was cut. A decision his father made, and a fascination of mine. I
mean, I don't think I am gay or anything, but it was quite amazing how we
had the same jaw line; the same dimple; the same hair and eyes - but
because of a choice by someone else, I would never match his 6.5". We would
always be different.

As hypnotizing as it was to watch him, his left hand stroking slowly, the
squishy sound of the lube against his skin, the slight curve on his harness
creating a motion, I borke my stare, when i heard him muffle a moan.

"Ohhhhh gawwwwd..." he whispered. "I'm getting close, Dadee...."

I blinked again. He was talking to me! "What..?" I whispered.

He replied, the same low guttural voice. "I'm gonna shoot, little
man. Wanna see it? Come over here quick..."

His eyes were still slammed shut, and his motions sped up. I watched him
tense his hips, and his breathing got shallow. His feet stretched tight,
pointing to the end of the bed, now touching the frame. "Quick, dude..."

I stopped thinking and flipped off the covers. I launched my naked body to
ward his bed, and my eyes locked to his cock. His hand began to break
rhythm, sliding to the base, then to the tip, then all the way down. I
watched his hips arch, and then, the first volley.

Shot after shot of cum spurted out, hitting his chest, his stomach, then
his fist, still tight around his shaft.

He exhaled heavily, releasing all the tension in his body. I didn't move,
my body now flopped against Alex's bed. He came down from his high, eyes
finally opening. He looked his body over, stretching his now cum covered
fingers.

"Wanna taste this too, little man?" He said, laughing at his own mess. "I
wonder..."

Slowly, Alex closed his hand, some cum on the outside of his fist sliding
down. In a swoop, he pulled it to his mouth, and licked the edge. He
frowned. "Yea, not my thing."

I chuckled, then offered, "It's like coffee, I guess."

He nodded, and reached around the side of the bed for a sock. Coffee was
something that Alex had started drinking last year. No matter how many
times I've tried it, I couldn't get used to the taste.

In a moment, he was cleaned off, and grabbed his towel again. "Now I do
need a shower."

"Alex?" I ventured.

He had just reached the door. "Yea, Dade?" pass-out

I sat there, on my knees. I knew what I had done. I knew what I had
tasted. I had officially had my first hard cock in my mouth, with a full
load. "Can we.. do that again?" I asked. I wasnt' sure what that meant, but
I really liked the ending. "Yeah, little man. I have a feeling it's just
gonna happen a lot. I mean, sharing a room, knowing that we both
have... needs."

I smiled, and he left for the shower. I picked up my book, and
smiled. There was nothing I couldn't share with my big brother.

=== Chapter 2 ===

Alex and I didn't find a good sync the first few weeks. Occasionally, I
would wake up to a squeaky bed. Alex seemed to like jerking off at night,
after I was already asleep. On the other hand, I woke up hard almost every
morning, so I found that it was super fun and easy to just do it in the
morning. It wasn't until about a month later, when Alex finally brought it
up.

"Hey little man, wanna do that thing, you know... together today?"

It was Saturday. Mom didn't believe in TV in the bedroom, so we were home
together alone, both in the living room. It was a sunny day, but we never
opened the curtains. Mom didn't like it. Of course, she was at work, just
like every Saturday.

I nodded. To be honest, I have been waiting to see him do it again. I was
excited. My cock started to jump a bit, just thinking about it.

Alex had been seeing this other girl for a couple weeks now, and I think
that she wasn't as `giving' as Jessica was. He would always talk about
being left `high and dry', I made assumptions.

So, we went up to the bedroom. At first, we just got in our own beds, and
lay there. Now that it was on purpose, I was having second thoughts. Alex
must have as well.

"Look, Dade," he said, sitting up and facing my bed. I popped up as
well. "If you don't wanna..."

"No," I interrupted, "I do. I wanna do more."

"Ok," he said. "Let's stand up, strip, and compare a bit, hey?"

I did as he suggested. My mind was racing, and by the time i had my shirt
and basketball shorts off, all 4" was fully hard. My foreskin was loose, so
it gently covered my head. Alex, now naked as well, put his hand on my
shoulder. It felt nice.

"Can I... touch you?" He asked.

I nodded. My eyes closed. His hands moved from my shoulders to my chest. He
took a step forward, and I gasped as I felt his hardness touch my hip.

He was very warm. His hands explored my shoulders; then my back; when he
touched my butt, i stopped breathing. "Second base," I whispered.

He laughed. "I guess so, Dade. Is it.. ok?"

I nodded, my head now leaning into his chest. "You know," he breathed,
"you.. can touch me too..."

And I did. My arms, once dead at my sides, seemed to come alive. I reached
to his hair first. I wanted to feel it. It fell easily over his eyes, just
as mine does, and when i flipped it to the side, his eyes closed.

I felt down his arms, now on my hips, and moved inside. Until now, his
hardness was still against my hip, but we had shifted, and-

I gasped. His hand wrapped around my dick! Much bigger than mine, his hand
grasped the hold shaft, the skin now tight to his hand. He pulled gently,
and my whole body shivered.

His other hand, still as my ass, pulled me in closer. He gripped tighter,
and I felt locked to him. The stroking against my dick continued, and soon,
that feeling came.

"Alex..." I stammered.

"Gonna cum, dude? Let it go!" He replied. My face was against his chest,
and his arm felt so strong along my side, his hand still holding me in
place by my ass.

He didn't have to give me any more permission; my whole body shuddered; my
heart stopped. My mind went blank. My hips started to pump against his
fist, on their own. I grunted, and my eyes slammed tight again. I was
there. I was there. I was... cumming. I felt the heat of my first shot fire
out through his fist. My hips slammed forward, and the next shot flew from
my tip. I felt the hot seed fall from me - it landed on my leg, then
another on my foot.

"Yeah..." he whispered in my ear. "Let that cum go, brother..."

My body finally let me exhale, and I groaned.

Alex's hand reached further, and I felt his fingers reach between me. One
of them touched against my butthole, and I jumped. He let go of my junk,
and moved to his own. His body started to hump against me, his hand now
between him and I. His other hand, once cupping me from behind, was now
pushing against my hole.

"This ok, Dade?" He asked, between gasps. "I'm really close, and feeling a
tight hole... will.. do.. it..."

I didn't say anything. It was weird to feel him put his fingers there, but
he was holding me tight, and I could feel his hardness between us. I wanted
him to feel as good as me.

I didn't have to move. In a moment, Alex began to grunt. "Yeah, bro. Yeah,
I'm close...."

I nodded into his chest, our bodies now slightly sweaty. "Hey, Dade, do you
wanna taste it? Yeah, come down and taste it, hey?"

He let go of my hole, and his cock, and put both hands on my shoulders. I
pulled back from the warmth of his chest. "Huh..?" I stammered.

I felt a pressure as he pushed on my shoulders. He guided me down, and
soon, I was on my knees. I was in front of him, his dick right in front of
me. It was slick with my cum and his own precum, but not near as shiny as
it was with his lube.

"You like the taste, right, so here... in a sec.. you can try mine.."

I was a bit nervous about this. I don't know if I wanted to taste him. I
started to pull away, but his hand slid behind my head. "Come on, wanna try
it?" He urged. I stopped resisting. Maybe, I mean, maybe it was good?

In a moment, his fist around his cock began to jut from the tip, to the
base. He was close to his orgasm.

"Open...Open your mouth... Dade.. open, open... open!"he started to raise
himself on his tippy toes, and his cock was pointed at my mouth. His hand,
still on my head, pulled me in. I had no choice. My mouth felt the thick
cock push, and I opened. He pushed forward, and I felt it fill my mouth.

I began to gag, and pull away, but his hand was tight. His whole body was
locked, all muscles were tight, and he stopped thrusting.

I felt the first blast of cum shoot out. It caught me by surprise, and when
the second and third shot came out, I was coughing. His cum was filling my
mouth, and I'm not sure why, but my mind started to worry about the
floor. I didn't want any to spill out, so I began swallowing.

The taste on my tongue was unique. Unlike mine, Alex's cum was bitter. It
had a taste much like the sour part of sweet tarts. I can't quite explain
it, but even though it wasn't a bad taste, I still couldn't stop gagging.

As soon as the third spurt happened, Alex yanked his dick from my
mouth. "Oh god, oh shit, Dade, I'm... I'm so sorry.."

He dropped to his knees in front of me. My eyes were watering, and my mouth
was still covered with saliva and cum. The goop of his cum was hard to
swallow, as thick as it was, and my throat felt tight. I didn't speak.

"Geez, I'm so sorry little man... you just.. felt so good... and it was so
intense... Please, oh gosh. Are you ok?"

He waited in front of me. I wasn't sure I was ok, but I nodded. His arms
wrapped around me, and pulled me into a hug.

=== Chapter 3 ===

We took showers separately, and when I got out, Alex was sitting on his
bed, dry, in jogging pants and a loose t-shirt. We only wore stuff like
that in the bedroom when there was mixed company in the house.

He looked up to me when I walked in, and it was like I'd never seen him
before. His chest was shallow; his face was puffy. It was... wait. I had
seen this before. He looked like this after the funeral.

"Oh, Alex - is MOM OK?" I raced to him. My towel fell to the floor, and
there I was, naked in front of him again.

His stare transformed into shock. "No! Oh, no! No." he repeated. His arms
pulled me from my knees, and away from him. He stood with me, reaching down
to my towel. He covered me and sat me on the bed, away from him. "No,
buddy. No one died."

I suddenly felt very self conscious. Why was he all the way over there? Did
I do `it' wrong?

"Look, little man," he said, pacing a bit. "What we just did... well, it's
kinda like, you know... well, brothers should do that. And, well, the law
says-"

"But, I liked it." I said, flatly. He stopped pacing, and his shoulders
fell.

"You.. you did?"

I nodded, and pulled the towel tighter. I wasn't sure why he was so weird,
but I mean, I had to tell him the truth. "Alex... I kinda like boys, you
know... like I like girls. So this, well. I mean, this was kinda like... my
first time with a boy."

I looked at the feet. I started to push the carpet into swirls, using my
toes as tools to weave. Alex came up to me, then kneeled in front of
me. "Buddy, I'm glad you told me that. That makes this easier, but not less
complicated."

I nodded, not looking at him. He kept talking. "I mean, guys can like guys,
sure, but brothers aren't supposed to...do that. Plus, I don't know that
I.. like guys."

I stopped moving when he said that. "But, you like me, right?"

He smiled wide, and pulled me to him. "I love you, little dude. I'll tell
you what... You and me - we can have a secret. This secret will be about
what only brothers do in this room. No one will ever know, and you can do
whatever we want to try. And we can say no about anything, ok?"

I nodded. He was still hugging me, and I was getting hard again. I felt his
chest heave as he chuckled. "If that thing is any indication, I think we'll
be doing a lot of new stuff."

He reached down and felt on my hardness. "It's my turn, I think."

He pulled the towel away, exposing me to the air. I shivered a little, but
gasped as his mouth quickly moved down. The sensation of warmth and wet
swirled around me. My brother's head began to bob up and down. I felt the
roughness of his dry lips, and the softness of the roof of his mouth
simultaneously. He was moving fast, and my foreskin was pulled back with
every thrust. I felt myself approaching the limit, and began to tap him on
the shoulder. "Alexxxxx," I hissed. He mumbled something, and licked around
the head of my exposed glands.

My hands gripped the edge of the bed, and I was gone. My body tensed again,
and my hips locked in. My balls pulsed, and once again, the wave of orgasm
hit me. Alex, deep on me, coughed as the small shot of cream came out of
me. I didn't feel like it was a lot, but I looked at my brother as he
pulled back, and the white goo leaked from his mouth. He didn't swallow it
like I did, but... Did I just get my first blowjob??

When we calmed down, we actually had more to talk about. We realized, in
fact, that I was bi. At least, as much as you can be at 14 years old. I was
just really into sex, of course, so sometimes I made out with Sarah, and
sometimes she touched my hardness, and sometimes I came home to my brother,
who had gotten lucky. Sometimes, we both struck out, and would find fun in
sucking on each other.

Shortly after I turned 15, Alex went to college, my Mom insisting that he
leave the nest. He found a girl who made him swoon, and they got
engaged. High school was fun for me, and my popularity among the class
allowed me to be pretty open with sexuality. I had a boyfriend once, a
couple girlfriends, and I even dated this 22 year old barista for a little
bit. Of course, he thought I was 19, but that's another story, now, isn't
it?


In three weeks, my life had completely changed. And I loved it.


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