Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 00:56:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: Gay Male Incest   A brothers Love (2) part 24

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A Brother's love (2) part Twenty-Four


It was over a week before I was able to catch David asleep and get to his
cock before he woke up.  I had awakened a couple of times and he had his
arm and leg over me.  I wondered if I had yelled out but when I asked in
the morning he said that I was just very restless and "Lets not make a big
deal over this, please."

Finally, I woke and he was lying on his back beside me.  I quietly scooted
down.  His cock was flaccid.  I carefully moved it and took it into my
mouth.  Lying there with his cock in my mouth, I realized that I had never
had a soft cock in my mouth.  I took his entire cock into my mouth and
gently moved it around with my tongue.  I wondered if he'd wake up, but his
breathing remained the same.  I lay still and waited.

I felt my cock becoming erect.  I moved his cock around in my mouth with my
tongue.  Then I felt it lengthening.  My face warmed and my cock
immediately became rock hard.  Slowly his cock began to fill my mouth and
pressed down my throat.  A few minutes later he was fully erect and still
asleep.

I was more turned on than I had been in days.  My cock was pulsing.  I
wondered how long I could mouth his cock before he woke.  Wouldn't it be
fantastic if he came in his sleep, I thought.  I held the base of his cock
and moved up and down on it, licking the head.

He put his hand on my head.  "Wow, what a great way to wake up," he said.

I kept licking and sucking.  I wanted his come.

"Was I hard when you started?"

"No."

He sighed as I worked his cock with my mouth.

"How long before I woke up?"

"Maybe five minutes."

I started stroking my cock as I sucked his.  I held his cock and licked it
from the base to the head and then pressed his cock head hard against my
tongue and moved it.  We were both breathing hard.  I moved his cock over
my face, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes and lips and then hungrily took it
deep into my throat.

He ran his hand through my hair and pressed my head down so that he was
deep into my throat.  He began to thrust.  We developed a rhythm.

I listened to him moan.  I stroked my cock.  I felt so turned on. I was
close to coming.  I took him deep into my throat.  He sighed and thrust.  I
felt his cock head become firm.  I moaned, knowing he was about to come.

I stroked my cock and sucked his.  He moaned loudly and then came and came
a lot.  I held his load in my mouth, rolled onto my back and stroked my
cock hard.  He sat up, put his hand between my legs and played with my
balls.

I moaned.  I swallowed his cum.  The taste and the feel of his load moving
over my tongue and down my throat sent me over the edge and I began coming.

I shot my load into the air.  It went everywhere.

He chuckled and kissed me.  "That was nice," he said.

"I liked it," I said.  "Did I get you with my cum?"

"Yeah."  He ran his hand over my chest, which was wet with cum.  He then
rolled me on top of him.

"I'm a mess," I said.

He held me.  "Shut up," he said.  "The sheets need to be changed anyway."

I fell asleep in his arms.

We hardly saw each other during the day.  I had bought a bike so I could
get around.  He got up when I did.  I showered and dressed and he had a
protein fruit smoothie waiting for me.  I'd rush out the door and head to
the pool for my two hour morning workout.  Coach Michaels said he'd start
me out slow, but if what I was doing was a slow workout, I wasn't looking
forward to what was to come.  I kept telling myself that I was on
scholarship so they were paying me to work my ass off.  I was trying to
give them their moneys worth.

I loved teaching kids to swim.  Some of the other lifeguards complained
about the kids and their parents, but I saw my job as not so much teaching
them to swim, but giving them the confidence to learn.  I liked them and
they seemed to like me.  After life guarding, it was back to Coach Michaels
on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

I was working out in the morning with a couple of other guys who were not
on scholarship but were also freshman and who lived in the area.  At my
afternoon workout, Matt joined us.  So he and I started to become friends,
although, there was hardly time to talk.  Usually we chatted in the
showers.

He also had a job, but it was with his father at the hospital; volunteer
work.

David was also working out, but typically he worked out at the pool he life
guarded at.  One morning he decided to join me.  Coach Michaels was happy
to see him.  They began to speak.  The coach told me to get in the pool and
swim 800 meters alternating freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke and
butterfly.  I jumped in and started.

I caught glimpses of the coach and David speaking.  It looked like David
mostly listened and nodded.  David jumped in and trailed me.  He did the
workout I did and always on my heels.  It was hard enough to follow David
and keep up with him, but at least then I could slack off for a moment or
two, but when he was on my heels and I mean on my heels, I was doing my
damnedest to move as quickly as I could.

When we stopped and Coach Michaels gave us further instructions, I said to
David, "Why don't you go first?"

"Shut up and move your ass," he said and pushed me ahead of him.

"Asshole."

In the shower, I said, "What was that about?"

"I'm going to swim mornings with you from now on."

I stared at him.

He turned off his shower.  "I've got to get to work."  He had to be there a
half hour before me.

I rode my bike to work wondering what the fuck that was all about.

After my afternoon workout, I rode my bike home.  David was there and had
just about finished cooking dinner.  We were on a high protein diet.  I
asked, "What was that all about this morning and why are you going to swim
mornings?"

"The coach called me.  He asked if I could workout with you."

I stared at him.  "And?"

"And I said yes."

"And what's this about?"

He sighed.  "Let's eat."  He sat down at the table.

I sat down.  "And?"

"And nothing.  I have the time, so I said yes."

We weren't doing the naked thing anymore because people were dropping by.
Eric had dropped by one night.  He'd come into town and stopped by.  He was
staying the weekend.  He said he was staying in a motel.  David told him to
check out and sleep on our sofa.  He did.  Several times I thought he was
flirting with me.  After he left, I asked David if he noticed.  "He might
have been," he said.  "I think you were kind of flirting with him too."

I blushed.

Matt and Phillip would sometimes drop by and ask if we wanted to see a
movie or go to dinner.  Plus David and I had become friends with the new
neighbors who moved in to the apartment next door.  Two guys who were
juniors and whom I thought might be gay and boyfriends.

So, we decided to keep our shorts and briefs on.

Aaron and I had signed up for two of the same general education classes.  I
had gone to the bookstore and found the textbook for the psychology class
we were taking.  It was a class that David had taken.  I bought two
textbooks and sent one to Aaron.  David was taking an independent studies
class in his major over the summer.  So, he and I sat and got into the
books.  It had become our routine to read after dinner for about two hours
and then take a break.  Sometimes we went for a run.  Sometimes we walked
into town and got a smoothie or ice cream.  Sometimes we undressed and
sucked each other's cock.

David closed his book, walked around the table and pressed his hand into my
crotch.  I reached over and did the same to him.  He was hard.  I got up
and followed him into the bedroom where we undressed.  He lay down.  I
crawled over him, straddled his face and took his cock into my mouth.  He
sucked my cock and I sucked his.

These midevening sixty-nine sessions were usually long, gentle and involved
a lot of oral edging and ended with intense but what I called easy orgasms.
Oral sex where he gave me head or I gave him head was different.  It seemed
more aggressive to me, a different kind of intensity with a more intense
kind of orgasm.  And typically, one of us got head and then got fucked.
And usually, David was the one who gave head and I was the one who got
fucked.  The most crazy kind of intense sex we were having was when David
would wake me, sucking my cock and then roll me over and fuck me.  It was
probably the sex that I enjoyed the most.  But any kind of sex was great
sex as far as I was concerned, and I love the easy feeling of getting head
while I was giving it.

After I came, he came.  We got up and stood in front of the refrigerator.
"Yogurt," he said.

"Yeah."

I cut up strawberries.  He dished up the yogurt.  We sat on the sofa and
turned on the TV.  He said, "Michaels talk to me."

"About?"

"The talk he had with you."

"Which one?"

"You holding back."

"I don't hold back."

"Josh, have you ever wondered why it is that your best stroke is the
backstroke, then freestyle, then the breaststroke and then butterfly?"

"No."

He looked at me.  I didn't look at him.  "My best strokes are in the
opposite order."

"Yeah so."

"Okay, are we going to have a conversation or are you going to be a butt."

I sighed.  "So, I guess that's just the way it is."

"No.  I think you've given yourself permission to be good where I'm not but
not to press yourself where I'm best."

I sat there staring at the TV.  I was feeling both sad and annoyed.

He said, "You think I would resent you being better than me at butterfly?"

"I'm just not that good at it.  Can't that be true?"

"No, it can't."

"Maybe you've never bettered yourself at the backstroke because you didn't
want to be better than me at it.  Did you ever think of that?"

"Yes, I have and maybe that's true."

I stared at him.  "You fight unfair."

"This isn't a fight.  You can't think for a minute that if you had a better
butterfly time than me I'd be upset with you.  Do you really think that I'm
that small a person?"

I glanced at his dick.  He saw me and said, "Asshole."

I chuckled.

"I'm trying to be serious.  They think you can do better.  I think you can
do better.  No, I know you can.  And they're not going to be happy with you
if they feel you're pulling some kind of bullshit because we're brother.
And I'll be pissed if you do."

"Maybe I just can't.  Maybe I'm just never going to be that good.  Maybe
you ought to consider that."

"I have and rejected it.  I'm going to be at your morning workouts from now
on."

I felt angry.  "I don't need you there."

"When you needed help in high school with math or science you were fine
with it.  What's different with this?"

"I took your help but I knew I was smarter than you."  I felt myself smile
but held it back.  "I'm better looking than you and I have a bigger dick."

He stared at me.  I couldn't help but smile.  He shook his head.  I said,
"Okay, maybe you're just as good looking as me."

He smiled.  "You are such a butt hole."  He sighed.  "I'm going to push you
and you've got to give up on this shit about you not being good at the
butterfly.  He's going to use you there.  Not this year but definitely next
year."

I felt my stomach tighten.  "Why do that?  He's got you."

"And you."

We turned our attention to the TV.  I sat there feeling sad and wasn't sure
why.  When we went to bed, I was still feeling sad, maybe even more so.

He noticed.  "Talk to me," he said lying beside each other in the dark.

"Good night."

"Josh," he said and poked me.  "Don't do this.  I hate this and so do you."

I sighed.  "I don't get any of it.  So, I can't swim the butterfly like you
do.  So fucking what?"

"You can't do that.  You're on scholarship.  They're paying your way.  They
have a right to demand the best you can bring.  There is no `so what'."

Silence.

"Josh, talk to me."

"I just feel sad," I said my voice cracking.  "I don't know why, but I do."

He sat up and leaned on his elbow and looked at me.  "Josh, you can be
better than me.  I'm fine with that."

"I don't want to be better than you," I growled.  Tear burned at my
eyelids.  "I know that sounds like bullshit, but that's how I feel.  I want
you to be better than me."

He sighed.  "Why?"

"I don't know."  I looked at him.  "I know you don't care.  I know you
won't get weird about it.  But I just want that.  The idea of being better
makes me feel bad."

"Bad?"

I sighed.  "Sad, scared."  Silence.  "Scared.  I feel like that kid in the
pool who didn't know how to swim and you did and you'd teach me."

Tears feel down my face.  "I know I'm being stupid.  It just makes me
scared."

"Well, I'm better looking than you.  I'm smarter than you.  My balls are
bigger than yours.  So you can be a better swimmer."

I smiled.  "Got you on the dick thing, don't I?"

He chuckled.  "Look, I get it.  I'm always going to be your bigger brother
and I'll always help you out when you need it.  So let me help you get as
good as you can.  And if or when you're better than me, then that will be
okay with both of us."

"I guess, but it still makes me sad."

"Get over yourself."

He lay down.

"Asshole," I said.

"I love you too."

I said, "If you wake up tonight, fuck my brains out."

He laughed.  "Why wait?  He got up and came back with the lube.  Lay on
your stomach."

"No, I want it face to face."

"Fine."  He lubed his dick and my hole.  "You do always get your way don't
you?"

I laughed as he lifted my legs.  "I'm smarter."

He pressed his cock into me and went deep quickly.

I tensed and then laughed.

"What?  It's smaller than yours."

I laughed.  "Smaller is your cock," I said in my Yoda voice.

He lifted my hips and scooted his knees under me and began thrusting
upward.  Each time I tried to stroke my cock he pushed my hand away.  He
rubbed my balls and thrust.  He rubbed my cock, my stomach and my chest.

I had come to realize that each position that he fucked me in felt
different to me.  His cock moved over, slammed into different areas of my
insides.  This position sent his cock pressing hard over my prostate.

He thrust hard into me.  I moaned, squirmed, reached for my cock.  He
stroked my cock but then would stop.

Then he pressed my knees to my chest and in a push up position began
slamming into me.  I grabbed my cock and stroked.  He thrust, leaned down
and kissed me.  Our tongues pressed into each other's mouth.

I stroked with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other and held his
face pressed against mine.  We licked, kissed and bit at each other.  Then
he pulled out of me and rolled me over.  He pressed his dick deep into me
and thrust.

"Oh fuck, David," I moaned.

He grabbed my hair tightly and held my head with my face toward his.  He
bit my ear and my neck.  He was thrusting fast and hard.  I could tell he
was going to come.  He always grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my hair
with the other and then pressed hard and deep into me.  His strength was
such a turn on.  I felt like he could break me in two if he wanted.

"Oh yeah, David."

He was coming.  His body shook on top of me.

I put my hand on his butt and held him in place.  I didn't want him to pull
out of me.

He kept kissing my neck and shoulder.  I listened to him breathing hard.
He relaxed on top of me, turned my face toward him and kissed me.  He
pulled out, rolled me over and went down on me.  I was hard and had been
close to coming several times.  He pressed a finger into my cum wet ass and
sucked my cock.  Very quickly I was close.

I groaned loudly.  My legs shook.  My abs tightened.  I grabbed his hair
and started coming.  We both moaned.

As I came, his cum poured out of my ass.

He lay beside me.  I said, "The sheets are messed up.  Let's get in my bed
or I'm going to have to sleep in the wet spot."

We moved to my bed.  He lay beside me, on his side, facing me.  Moments
later he was asleep.  I lay facing him, staring at his face.  I thought he
really was better looking than me.

He swam every morning and stayed on my heels.  Sometimes I'd get angry and
tell him to back off.  He'd just push me and tell me to shut up.  "Keep
moving up on me and you're going to get kicked in the face," I growled.

"Fat chance.  Just move your ass."

Each morning as we rode our bikes to the pool, I thought about telling
Michaels that I'd swim better if David would back off.  But I knew that he
knew that I knew that was bullshit.  So, I just swam harder and hoped for
the day that I'd leave David yards behind me.  That wasn't going to happen
that summer.

One Friday night at the beginning of August after returning home from a
movie we undressed and sat down to watch TV.  We had blown each other
before the movie, so we sat trying to decide what to watch.  We never got
movie popcorn; too much crap on it.  But we did have plain kernels that we
popped at home.

I said, "I want popcorn."

"Then make it."

I did and filled a bowl.  I sat down beside him.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," he said.

I looked at him.  It looked serious.  "What?"

He turned and faced me.

I felt sick.  Was this bad, I wondered.  "What?"

"I met this girl just before finals."

"Okay."

"We had a class together.  I had noticed her before.  But"

"You like her."

"Yes.  Anyway, we had a study group for the final.  She joined us."

"What's her name?"

"Christina.  She likes to be called Tina.  We went out just after finals
and then she had to leave."

"Did you two have sex?"

"No.  We went to coffee one day and then went out to dinner, just before
she left.  I wanted to and I think she did too, but.  Well, anyway, we
decided that we'd see each other when she got back."

"When's that?"

"When school starts.  In September."

"You didn't have sex with her because we were spending the summer
together," I said.

We stared at each other.  "Look, Josh, when school starts and you've moved
into the dorms and John gets back, we're not going to be able to mess
around.  I mean I don't want to be sneaking around, trying to figure out,"

"I don't want that either," I said.  "I get it.  Really I do."

"We both knew that this was going to stop at some point."

"Yeah." I sighed.  "I mean I'm sad about it, but I get it.  I mean I can
tell that you're basically straight and,"

"What do you mean, can tell, you mean because I've told you."

"No."  He stared at me.  "When we're out.  I notice you notice someone.
Like we're sitting at the taco place having dinner and I notice your eyes
following someone.  When I looked to see who it was it's always a girl,
always.  I know you are attracted to girls and if you were a girl and we
were together this summer like you are with me, you'd understand that I
wanted to be with a guy."

He stared at me.

"Does that make sense?"

"Yeah."

"I mean I'm sad this is going to end."  Tears filled my eyes.

He sighed.  "I'm sad about it too.  I thought about telling you as soon as
you got here in June.  Then I thought I'd tell you when she got here in
September.  I guess I decided to compromise and tell you half way through
summer."

"Okay.  So, that's about six weeks."  He nodded.  "Well then, I guess we're
going to have to fit a lot of sex in these six weeks."

He smiled.  "Aren't we having a lot of sex?"

"I'm seventeen.  This is like my peak.  Twice a day isn't a lot.  It may be
for you because you're on the down turn."  I smiled.

"You are such a shit."

"Hey, if you can't keep up, I'll just push you until you can."

He laughed.  "Push me?  You're going to push me."

"I'll be on your heels old man.  You better get some of those blue pills so
you can keep up."

He laughed hard.

I stood up.  My dick was hard.

"After my popcorn," he said.

"I can fuck you while you eat your popcorn."

He laughed.  "You're such a little shit."

I swayed my hips so that my hard cock slapped against one hip and then the
other.  "Let's go old man."

He put the bowl on the floor, pushed me onto the sofa, got on his knees and
gave me head.  He spit on his finger and then pressed into my ass.  He
stroked my cock and sucked me.  He got me close quickly and didn't back
off.  I came in his mouth.

He looked up at me and smiled.  I chuckled.  "That was nice."

He lifted my legs and pressed my knees to my chest.  He pressed a finger
into my ass and then I felt what I thought was him spitting, but then
realized he hadn't swallowed my cum.  He was spitting onto my hole and
pressing it in.

He looked up and me and smiled.  He lowered my legs, put his cock head
against my hole and pressed in.  We smiled at each other.  "I'll show you
blue pill."

I laughed.  He fucked me.  He spun me around and got me on my knees and
fucked me hard.

We sat on the sofa and ate popcorn.  "I'm going to miss this," I said.

"Me too."

We pretty much stuck to our twice a day sex thing, except on weekends.  We
decided, or I suggested and he agreed that we'd spend Sundays in the
apartment, naked and go at each other.

As August passed and the week that Aaron would come to UX and he and I
would move into the dorm neared, and I started packing, David and I went
into a funk.

I came home from a workout.  He was in the kitchen.  I walked in.  He
pulled me into a hug and held me tightly.

"I hate that the summer is over," I said.  My voice cracked.

"Me too.  But this has to happen."

"I know."

"I love you, Josh and I love what we've had.  And this is just going to be
tough for a while but it was worth it, right?"

"Yes," I said. I stepped back.  He saw the tears on my face.

"I envy you that so much."

I stared at him.  "What?"

"Your ability to show your emotions."

"You mean cry?"

"Yes cry and get angry at me and when you're nervous or scared.  That
shows.  When you're turned on.  You are the most sensual person I've been
with.  And when you come your whole body comes and you moan and groan and
shake."

"David you do that too.  You're so crazy when you're turned on.  So fucking
into it."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm talking about the way your emotions just come out no
matter what they are."

"Okay, not to be an ass but I think you mean feelings."  I smiled.  Ever
since he trailed and pushed me in the pool I never let a chance go by to
correct him or tease him about being older. "I just learned that in my
psychology book."

He smiled.  "You are an ass."

"I just feel weird when you say shit like this."

"Have you ever seen my cry?"

I stared at him.  I shook my head.

"Exactly.  I can't.  I mean I feel sad.  I feel sad right now, but no
tears.  I get angry, but I bet I never look angry.  You just get angry.
You mouth off.  I just feel this anger in me but then I just close down."

I thought about it and he was right.  I had never seen him cry.  "So,
crying isn't cool.  And I wish when I got angry I could just play it cool."

"You're not serious.  Is that what you're psychology book says.  Crying
isn't cool.  I think it's better to show your emotions, feelings, when you
have them."

The last night we had in bed was not a wild and crazy sex night.  We gave
each other massages, kissed, held each other and gave each other head at
the same time.  Neither of us slept, we just held each other, talked and
gave each other head again.

In the shower in the morning, I said, "I'm going to miss showering with
you, sleeping with you and kissing you more than the sex."  He smiled at
me.  I said, "Yeah, I'm going to miss the sex too."  He nodded and kissed
me.  "I think the sex I'll miss the most, well two things.  I'll miss
giving you head.  I mean I know how much you love getting good head and I
know I'm good at giving head."

"Very good," he said and smiled.  "You are the best cocksucker I know."  We
chuckled.  "And I love that you love doing it.  That makes it even better.
I mean when I'd come and you'd moan the way someone does when they're
hungry and they've just tasted the best piece of meat."

"Meat," I said and smiled.

He laughed.  "Beef."

"Beef?"

He laughed.  "Steak."  I nodded.  "What else do you like?"

"When you'd fuck me in the middle of the night.  You know with me face
down.  It was like you were so turned on and I was being nailed to the
mattress."  I smiled.

He chuckled.  "But that's' you making me come.  What was your favorite way
to come?"

"Getting head.  I love fucking.  I mean a lot, and maybe with someone else
that would be my favorite, but I loved getting head and I loved it when
we'd sixty-nine for like an hour."

"Yeah, I liked that too.  But you're right, I'll miss the showers, the
kissing and the sleeping with you."

I nodded.  He and I knew that in the near future, showering or sleeping
together would definitely lead to kissing and sex.  We agreed we would miss
the sex but wanted to, as David said, `have integrity'.  At least we wanted
to believe we could.

I had all my boxes packed.  The plan was for Aaron and his parents to
arrive and come to our apartment.  They'd be staying in a motel overnight
and Aaron would stay with us.  Then in the morning Aaron and I would check
into the dorms and then David, Aaron and I would move him into the dorms
and then get my stuff and move me in.

We cleaned the apartment, scrubbed it actually.  It took two days.  Over
the summer, I had been talking to Aaron three or four times a week.  He was
counting days.  When he arrived he had the biggest smile on his face and
threw his arms around me and then David.  Mr. and Mrs. Hill had lunch with
us.  They had brought two cars so as to get all of Aaron's stuff to UX.
All that was of value, they had in one car and wanted to unload it so as
not to have it sit overnight.  David, Aaron and I unloaded the car.

Aaron's parents left to check into the motel.  They wanted to take us out
to dinner that night.

Aaron said, "I am so excited to be here."  To me he said, "I know you've
had the best summer ever living with David, so I,"

"I'm excited too.  Really I am," I said smiling.  "Scared, but excited."

"Yeah, I'm scared too."

"You guys will do great," David said.  "Fuck, you've read the textbook for
one of your classes.  You two are dickheads, really.  You'd better not tell
the other people in your class you've done all the reading."

Aaron smiled.  "I'm a dickhead.  I love it."

David and I laughed.

Aaron pulled his tee shirt off and dropped his shorts.  "Look," he said
flexing.  "Can you see a difference?"

I was surprised.  "Wow," I said.

"Fuck," David said.  He walked over to Aaron.  "You look great.  You're
trainer really knew what he was doing."

"I worked out every day.  I mean, five days a week."  I could tell he was
excited.  "I didn't workout on Thursday and Sunday.  But I ran too.  I'm
better at running too."

I stepped closer.  "Aaron, look at your pecs and shoulders.  Turn around."
Even his abs looked more defined.

He turned and pulled down his boxer briefs.  David said, "Nice, you've been
doing squats, haven't you?"

I ran my hand down his back and over the curve of his ass.  "Damn, Aaron."

When he turned around again he was blushing.  "I look better, don't I?"

"You look fucking hot," I said.  "I told you lean was good."

"Not skinny, right?"

"Fuck yeah," I said.  I noticed a bulge in his briefs.  I pulled the front
down.  Out popped his erection.

"That's been happening a lot when I show off."

David said, "It looks the same."

We laughed.

Aaron got dressed.  We sat and talked.

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