Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2013 16:02:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Arthur X <arthur990x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 9

Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 9

By arthur990x

Without further hesitation he looked back at the serious woody his bro was
sporting. Simply monstrous. The outline was so clear in the nylon that Jay
could even see the thickest vein on the top of the shaft. "Ok," Jay
thought. "I at least have to see this thing. That's not a problem, right?
Brothers see each other's junk all the time."

Jay knew he wouldn't wake Mark. Mark had always slept like the dead. Even
at sleepovers Mark's friends used to draw on his face, put his hand in
water, and generally torture him while he slept--yet Mark never once
flinched. This was going to be easy . . . and fun.

Jay decided not to go from the waistband. Instead he carefully lifted the
cloth from his brother's leg. He pulled it back almost to where Mark's
balls should be. His brother's cock emerged from beneath the black nylon
and sprung up quickly, flicking the tip of Jay's nose. Mark wasn't wearing
any underwear!

Mark's pole stood at full mast, taught and tense, waving slowly in the
still, chilly air. Jay was no slacker in the dick department--and he had
seen some beautiful penises lately on Amir and Chris--but Mark's dick was
like a penis adonis, a classical sculpture of the perfect fuck tool. And it
didn't hurt that it was attached to a man who embodied everything Jay loved
about himself and . . . about men in general--both sexually and
spiritually.

Mark was slightly bigger than Jay in every way--height, weight, build,
attitude, cock. Jay had so much respect for Mark because Mark always had so
much respect for him, treating Jay as an equal their entire lives. Mark was
the one who got Jay into weight training and sports, the guy who taught him
how to pick up pussy, the man who he he once jerked off with in middle
school. Some things never change, thought Jay, but [starting at Mark's
behemoth] I guess some things do . . . .

Jay didn't even notice that during his meandering thoughts he had put a
hand on his brother's dick. His first reaction was to remove it, but the
shaft felt so good, warm, soft in his hand. Mark had some massive girth;
Jay's middle finger just barely connected with the tip of his thumb. And
the length . . . wow . . . Jay didn't want to guess for fear of feeling
embarrassed by his own dick.

His thumb moved up to the bottom of Mark's cock head, a particularly
sensitive spot, Jay knew, and Mark responded accordingly. Maintaining a
deep sleep, Mark let out a solid moan. Jay froze momentarily, watching his
brother closely for signs of waking but saw none. So he continued slowly
stroking the bottom of Mark's dome with the tip of his thumb. He could feel
light pulsing in the thick veins beneath his grip. And then he began to
stroke.

Jay moved himself up in the seat to give himself a better angle on Mark's
member. He slowly worked his hand up and down the massive shaft. He watched
Mark's breathing begin to increase and heard light murmurings pass his
lips. Jay sat up more and leaned in to listen to what Mark was saying. He
could barely make it out.

"Naaaa . . . oh, Na . . . tash . . . ," Mark lightly moaned. Then it
clicked for Jay. Natasha was Mark's on again, off again girlfriend. Mark
thought Jay was his fucking woman! For some reason, this thought turned Jay
on. It was a position of power to control this big guy in front /
underneath him, to be able to give him so much intense pleasure. Jay had
spent many hours worshipping his big brother, and now he was a moaning pile
of hormones in his grip. It was a celebration and control, an honoring and
a harnessing.

Jay moved his left hand to Mark's hairy balls, lightly stroking and
squeezing and tugging. Mark's jaw dropped open and he let out a deep
moan. Jay took that as a sign to continue, so he lowered his head, eyes
watching Mark's face carefully, until he took the tip of Mark's penis in
his salivating mouth.

"Oh . . . Natasha . . . fuck . . . love your mouth," Mark spoke in his
sleep, heading turning slightly back and forth.

Mark's cock tasted saltier than most, but Jay didn't mind. He was in a
little bit of heaven massaging this engorged mushroom with his lips and
tongue. There wasn't much he could take in his mouth, but for what he
lacked in depth he made up for in effort. He used his tongue around the
entire head, licking underneath the dome and even in the piss slit. He
pulled out all the stops and used the best technique he could in his short
education as a cocksucker. He worked Mark's shaft with his right hand,
squeezing and rotating up and down the velvety rod. He massaged Mark's nuts
with his left hand, slowing moving his finger beneath the balls and to the
taint. That's when Jay got his biggest surprise yet.

"Yeah, baby . . . wanna cum . . . put it in there . . . put it in me . . ."
Mark mumblegrunted. Jay was so shocked he *nearly* stopped sucking dick to
process what he just heard. His hyper-hetero brother with 20 girlfriends at
at time liked having a digit up his ass when he came! "Is this genetic?"
Jay wondered, maneuvering his left hand beneath Mark's butt to accommodate
his bro's request. "I"m going to have to find a way to bring this up in
conversation . . . ."

Jay found the pucker and used the sweat from Mark's ass crack to lube his
middle finger. Jay applied some pressure but was shocked how easily his
finger went in. He barely had time to wiggle his digit before Mark's face
grew tight, his face contorted with pleasurous agony. "I'm . . . I'm . . ."
was all he managed to murmur before what seemed like a faucet of cum burst
open in Jay's mouth. Jay did his best to swallow the load, but a good
amount seeped out the sides of his mouth and dripped down the pulsating
prick.

While Jay continued to suck down his bro's creme, Mark's ass sucked on
Jay's finger like an infant on a boob. The spasming was so tight it was
actually starting to hurt Jay's hand!

Jay worked Mark's dick and ass for what seemed like forever but wasn't
nearly long enough. After Mark's cum fountain subsided, his body relaxed
and his breathing returned to normal. Jay kept the head in his mouth and
began to suck up the left over semen from Mark's dick, legs, and balls. He
licked slowly and methodically, not wanting to leave any evidence of what
happened . . . but also enjoying his brother's seed. "Some lucky chick will
get to chug this for the rest of her life someday," Jay thought. "Might as
well take advantage while I can."

Clean up complete, and Mark's dick now only semi-hard, Jay gave Mark's head
one final suck/kiss, moved the shorts back into place, and put his head
down on his bro's lap again. Mark exhaled some last words, "Love you
. . . Natasha."

Jay smiled. But felt something hit him in the back of the head again. Was
Mark ready for another blow? It hit him again, harder this time, then a
little harder until . . .

"Dude! Jay, wake up!" Mark yelled loudly but not angrily. He was actually
laughing a bit. It took Jay a moment to realize where he was--in Mark's
truck, laying on his lap, headed for home--and to recognize that Mark had
been flicking him in the head.

"You gotta get up, Jay."

Jay sat up and rubbed his face. When he looked down he noticed he had an
enormous boner tenting in his jogging shorts. He went to cover it quickly
but Mark just laughed.

"Hahahaha. Jay, man. That's why I had to wake you up. You were sporting
some serious wood and you started to moan. I thought you were going to wet
dream spunk all over my seat!"

Mark laughed but Jay felt a little sad that he actually hadn't given his
brother head. And then he felt sad for feeling sad. What was wrong with
him?

Mark noticed Jay's down look and started to get serious. This was their
first real conversation since they started their drive. He cleared his
throat.

"Little bro, Jay, I . . . well . . . I just want you to know . . . that,
um, . . ." [Jay looked him straight in the eye with such a sad, puppy dog
look. Mark actually had the urge to shed a tear.] "I want you to know that
I love you, man. I will no matter what. No matter who you fuck--chick,
dude, whatever. As long as you're happy and you're being treated right. You
have to be you. I don't understand what's wrong with a nice tight pussy but
if that doesn't do it for you . . . well . . . then pound some ass."

Mark could see that Jay was trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears.

"It's OK, Jay. You can tell me anything. I'm your brother. I'm here to
help."

So Jay told him everything. Adam, his TA. Amir, his RA. Henry, his
classmate. And . . . Chris, his roommate. And when he was done he could see
that it was now Mark who was trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears. But
these were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of rage.

On the rest of the drive home and during Christmas break, they devised a
plan to get revenge.


END OF PART 9

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Hope you enjoyed part 9 of my first story. Comments and constructive
criticism are always welcome.

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