Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2015 00:20:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject:  A brother's love (2)  part three

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A Brother's love (2) part three




I started high school when David started his junior year.  I had turned
fourteen in August.  He was about to turn seventeen.  I joined the high
school swim team and swam junior varsity.  I wasn't as good as David was
when he entered high school.  Now we stood in the shower, both of us
removing hair.  We figured that the most efficient way to do it was to
shave each other.  It led to erections and us jerking off.

During David's junior year he told me that he was dating a girl and that I
couldn't tell our parents.  It was a big secret.  Of course he knew I'd
never tell.  Kevin was allowed to date and had a girlfriend.  They also
knew to keep David's secret.

One Saturday night he came into my room and woke me after he returned home
from hanging out with the guys, which meant he was out with Kevin and his
girlfriend and David's girlfriend, Bethany.

"What's up?" I said, trying to wake up.  "What time is it?"

"Midnight.  I just got home."

I rolled over and looked at him.  He was lying beside me.  "I have a
secret," he said.

"I know," I whispered.  "Bethany."

"No another secret."

"What?"

"You can't tell,"

I interrupted.  "Really.  You think,"

"She's been giving me blow jobs for a while but tonight I fucked her."

"No way."

"Yeah.  It was awesome.  She wasn't a virgin.  I told her I wasn't, but I
was.  I fucked her twice.  I could have again but we had to dress and clean
up."

"Wow.  You were still horny.  Where'd you do it?"

"Kevin's house.  His parents went out.  Ben was at a friend's.  Kevin was
fucking his girlfriend and Bethany and I went at it."

"Wow.  Were you like all together?"

"Yeah.  In Kevin's room.  It was kind of kinky."

I felt my stomach tighten with jealousy.  I didn't want him to be kinky
with anyone else.  "So you guys could see each other?"

"Yeah.  The lights were on.  We were all on his bed.  That made it really
hot."

"You afraid she'll get pregnant?"

"We used condoms."

"They say they don't work."

"That's just church bullshit."

"What are they like?  How do they stay on?"

"Did you jerk off before you went to sleep?"

"No.  I was going to, but I feel asleep."

He smiled and got up.  He came back.  "Get hard," he said and checked to
make sure my door was locked.

That was never hard to do with David present.  I gave my cock a couple of
strokes and it was fully erect.  He sat down beside me and tore open the
wrapper.  "That's what it looks like all rolled up."  He put it on the head
of my dick and then rolled it down the length of my cock.

"It feels weird.  It's tight." I said.  My cock had gotten longer and had
thickened.

"Damn, I think you're thicker than me too.  Jerk off?" he said

He lay across my legs and watched.  I reached forward and pushed my hand
into his crotch.  He was hard.  "It's kind of tired," he said.

"But you're hard."

He smiled, left the room and came back naked.  He lay down again leaning
across my legs and stroked as I stroked.  "Spread your legs a little," he
said.

I did.  He stopped stroking and ran his fingers over my balls as I stroked.
"Feels kind of good?" he said.

"Yeah."  I stroked, glancing at his hard cock.  "Feels better without the
condm, but its kind of different."

"I'll show you something after you come."

That made it interesting.  I stroked, sighed loudly and shot my load into
the condom.  He pulled it off me.  We both looked at the cum gathered in
the bottom.  "Nice load," he said.

Then I watched as he rolled the condom onto his dick.  My face warmed.  I
watched as the head of his dick was covered with cum.  He began stroking.
"Fuck this feels so good."

As he stroked he held the base of the condom tight against his dick so the
cum wouldn't ooze out.  He kept stroking hard.  Then he moaned and thrust
upward and lay back and sighed.

"You've got to try this," he said.  He stood up and slowly pulled the
condom off.  Then he squeezed it toward the tip.  "Damn, look at all that
cum.  You know what's happening?"  I shook my head.  "Our guys are swimming
around together just like us."  He looked closely at the condom.  "I think
yours are doing the backstroke."  That was my favorite swimming stroke.
The one I thought I did the best at.  "Mine are doing the butterfly."
David was the best butterflier on our school team and one of the best in
our league.

We laughed.  "You're funny," I said.  "What did that feel like?"

"Warm, slick, great."

"Kinky?"

He chuckled.  "Definitely kinky.  You want to try it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

During church and all the rest of the day all I could think about was what
we were going to do that night.  As usual, we waited until my sister and
parents went to bed.  I locked my door and waited.  He came into my room
dressed in his boxers.  He checked the lock on my door.  The reason we
always used my room was that he shared a wall with my sister's bedroom.  I
shared a wall with our bathroom and the laundry room.  Lying on my bed, he
rolled the condom down the shaft of his dick.  He began stroking.  I
watched for a while, then I moved and ran my fingers over his balls as he
stroked.

"Yeah, like that," he said.  He stroked.  "Run your fingers down toward my
butt hole and then back up."  I did.  "Yeah, just like that."

He stroked hard.  Then his legs flexed and caught my hand between them.  He
thrust upward.  I watched the condom tip fill with cum.

"That was nice," I said.

"I like jerking off without the condom better," he said.

He rolled the condom off his dick.

"That's a lot of cum," I said.

"Yeah, I edged a lot today so I'd have a big load."  He explained to me
what edging was.  "You want a hand job?" he said.

"Really?  You mean with the condom."  He nodded.  "Yeah sure."

He took his boxers and spread them on the floor.  I watched as he sat on
the floor, spread the boxers between his legs and leaned against my bed and
spread his legs.  "Sit down."  I sat between his legs.

"Why the boxers," I said.

"In case cum drips out.  So it won't get on the rug.  Lean back and scoot
down a little."  I leaned against his chest and scooted down.  He put his
legs over mine.  His face was pressed against mine as he looked down at my
cock.  He rolled the condom down my dick.  His warm cum covered the head of
my cock.  I sighed.

He held the base of my cock with one hand and stroked slowly with the
other.

I loved being in his arms.  He wrapped his thumb and index finger around
the base of the condom so the cum wouldn't come out.  He played with my
balls with his other fingers as he slowly stroked.  "You are thicker than
me," he said.  I chuckled.  "Asshole."  I laughed.  "Tell me when you get
close," he said.  "I'm going to stop before you come so you won't come."

Our cheeks pressed against each other's he stroked my cock and reminded me
not to moan too loudly.  "I'm getting close," I whispered.  He stopped
stroking, but he gently ran his fingers over my cock head.  My legs shook.

"Oh wow," I sighed.

"I have another trick to show you tomorrow night."

"What?" I sighed.

He chuckled.  "Tomorrow."

"I hate you."

He laughed and began stroking my cock again.  He got me close a couple more
times.  I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back.  "You're going
to come this time," he said.

He stroked me hard and I came hard.  I shook in his arms.  He held me
against him and rubbed my chest and stomach.  I thought there was no
better, no safer place to be than in his arms.  I didn't want to move.  But
I got up on my knees and slowly pulled the condom off trying to get all the
cum down at the tip.  I held it up.  "Damn."

He took it from me.  "My turn," he said.  I looked at him and watched as he
rolled the condom back onto his cock.

I got behind him and sat down.  His shoulders were broad and his chest was
firm.  He had a very tight six pack.  I put my arms under his.  He scooted
down.  I put my legs over his.  I wrapped my fingers around the base of the
condom.  I began stroking his cock.  "Play with my balls," he said.

I stroked with one hand and played with his balls with the other.  He
settled into me, rested his head back and relaxed.  I stroked him hard and
then slowly when he said he was getting close.  He moaned.  "I could let
you do this to me all night."

"Okay," I said.

He chuckled.  "It's kind of kinky you know."

"Yeah, but so what.  It's fun."

He nodded.

"Tell me what you're going to show me tomorrow."

He laughed.  "No.  Keep jerking me off and shut up," he said reaching
behind me and grabbing my hard cock.  "Do you ever get soft?"

I laughed.

I must have stroked him for half an hour, bring him close four times.  A
lot of the cum dripped out from the condom and down his balls.  "Can you
smell it?" he said.

"Yeah.  It's weird but it kind of smells good."

He nodded.  "You ever taste your cum?"

"Ah, no.  Have you?"

"Yeah.  When Bethany first gave me head I wanted to come in her mouth and
have her swallow my load.  She said that she would only if I jerked off and
ate my entire load while she watched."

"Did you?"

He nodded.  He looked down at his cock, loosened my grip at the base and
let cum fall onto his fingers.  I watched as he licked his fingers clean.

"Can I taste?"

He wet his fingers and brought them to my mouth.  I opened my mouth.  In
went his fingers.  "What do you think?"

"Doesn't taste too much.  Kind of salty."

"You should taste yours right after you cum."

"Okay, after you cum."

He pulled off the condom and said, "Shoot it onto my chest."

I stroked his cock, my hand wet with cum.  When he came, I aimed it onto
his chest.  He shot a big load and relaxed into my arms.  I held him for a
few minutes.  Then he ran his fingers over his chest and scooped up a big
glob of his cum.  He showed it to me, opened his mouth and let it drop in.
He swallowed.  Then he licked his fingers.

I ran my finger up his chest and collected a huge glob of cum.  He watched.
As I brought my finger up, he opened his mouth but I put my finger in my
mouth.  He smiled and said, "I taste good, don't I?"

I nodded.  "Just like Mom's tomato sauce."

He laughed and said, "You are funny.  Now whenever we eat her pasta I'm
going to think of cum."

We changed places.  The room was filled with the smell of cum.  He stroked
me.  It was late so we decided no edging this time.  When I came, he held
my cock close to my stomach where a large pool of cum gathered.

He scooped up a large glob.  "This one is for you," he said.

I licked his fingers clean.  He then scooped up more cum and dropped it
into his mouth and then licked his fingers.  "You taste like me."

"That's good, right?"

He smiled and nodded.

I lay in bed wishing I were still in his arms.  I thought about having
eaten his cum.  My cock got hard again.  Finally I feel asleep.

The next day at school I wondered what he was going to show me.  And each
time I did, my cock got hard.  I had to not think about it while we were at
swim practice.  When I got home, I was so horny I thought I'd have to jerk
off, but I didn't.  My body was aching as I sat in my room trying to get my
homework done.  I knew he wouldn't come until my parents were asleep and he
had a lot of homework.

That night David came into my room before my parents went into their room.
"I think we should wait until Wednesday night when they're not home."

"Ah.  Can't you tell me?  I'm going nuts wondering."

He smiled.  "You can wait."

"Why do we have to wait?"

He smiled.  "Just so we can have fun and not worry about then hearing us."

I sighed.

"I'll be in later.  We can jerk off."

"Can we jerk each other off?"

He chuckled.  "Yeah, sure."

It wasn't until almost midnight when he came into my room.  I had been in
bed for over an hour but I wasn't even close to falling asleep.  All I
could think about was being in his arms and then having his body pressed
against mine as I pleasured him.

"How do you want to do it?" he asked.

"Like last time."

"I don't have condoms.  I can't keep them here.  If he ever found them."

"No.  I mean sitting on the floor like we did."

I sat on the floor.  He sat in front of me.  I held him and ran my hand up
and down his stomach and chest while I jerked him off.  When I got him
close, he said, "Stop for a little."  I did.  "Let me do you for while."

"I'm so horny I'm almost ready to cum now," I said as we changed places.

"I'll make you cum then you can cum again."

"Cool," I said.

I relaxed into his arms and against his chest.  He stroked my cock slowly
but his grip was tight.  I came quickly and hard.  My load was huge.
"Scoop up your cum," he said.  "Use it to jerk me off."

I collected as much of my white goo as I could and then spread it on his
cock.  He leaned back against me.  I slowly stroked his cock tightening my
grip as he did to me.  I loved holding him.  I loved running my hand up and
down his chest and stomach as I stroked his cock.  I loved that he enjoyed
me pleasuring him.

"I'm close," he whispered.

"Do you want to come now?"

"Slow down one time.  It's getting late."

Eventually he came and he came hard.  His body was so incredibly strong.
He looked strong, but when he tensed and squirted and shook, the power of
his body was such a turn on.

He used his cum to jerk me off.

Wednesday finally came.  We kept glancing at each other over dinner.  He'd
smile.  I'd shake my head as my cock got hard.  Finally they left.  We went
upstairs.  Immediately, I undressed.  When he came into my room he was
naked and hard.

"You trust me, right?"

"Yeah, sure, of course."

"This is going to sound weird, but I think you'll enjoy it.  I'll show you
how to do it then you can do it to yourself when you jerk off."

"What?"  I noticed that he had a bottle of hand lotion with him.  "What's
that for?"

"This is going to sound weird.  Lay down."  I did.  "Pull your knees up."

"What are you doing to do?"

"I'm going to put my finger up your butt and move it around while I jerk
you off."

"What?  Why?"

He smiled.  "It feels really good.  Bethany did it to me while she gave me
head.  I've done it to myself when I jerk off."

I pulled my legs back to my chest.  "Isn't it going to hurt?"

"I'll do it slowly."  He squirted lotion on his hands and then some on my
hole.  "Just try to relax," he said as he touched my butt hole.  He began
stroking my cock with his right hand as he rubbed my hole with his left.

"Do I get to do this to you?"

"If you want.  Now try to relax your hole."  He kept stroking my cock.

I felt him putting pressure on my hole with his finger.  Then I felt his
finger slide in.  I tightened immediately.

"Did it hurt?"

"No, but I thought it was going to."

"Relax."  He stroked my cock.

I felt his finger inside of me.  I moaned.  He began to move his finger in
and out of me and he slowly squeezed my cock as he stroked.

"Feeling good?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

He stroked me for a while.  "I'm going to try to get two in.  I won't hurt
you."  I nodded.  "Move your legs down."  I lay flat on the bed.  He put
his left arm between my legs and pressed his fingers against my hole.  I
felt the thickness of his two fingers.  He fucked me with his fingers and
moved them inside of me.  I was moaning.  He looked at me and smiled.
"Feels good."

"Yeah.  Keeping doing that," I said referring to his having his fingers
deep inside of me and moving them around.  "Yeah.  Wow, that's intense."

"What until you cum," he said.  He stroked me.  I looked down at him.  We
made eye contact.  He smiled.  I wondered if he thought he was as good
looking as I thought he was.

"I'm getting close."

I felt his fingers pressing against a spot inside of me and then moving
around.

"Oh fuck, David."  He moved his fingers and stroked my cock.  "Oh fuck," I
moaned and started squirming.  My legs were stiff, my heals pressed into
the mattress.  My hips thrust upward.  Then my body began to shake.  I was
coming.  My shoulders lifted off the mattress as my abs tightened, then I
was down again and arching my hips upward and cum shot from my cock.

He kept stroking me and pressing his fingers inside of me.  My body shook.
"Please stop," I moaned.

He removed his fingers from my ass, sat back and said, "Pretty good,
right?"

"Fuck.  What was that?"

He explained what he had done and about my prostate.  "That's why guys put
toys up their ass."

"What kind of toys?" I asked trying to imagine what kid's toy I could put
up my ass.

"Dildos.  You know.  Rubber penises."

"Oh, okay.  Can we get one?"

"No.  Besides, what would happen if they found it?"

"Yeah.  That's true."  I sighed.  "It's weird.  I still feel like I'm
shaking."

"I know it's intense."

I glanced at my cum covered chest.  He laughed and pointed.  "What?"

"You got cum on the headboard of your bed."

I turned and looked.  I gob of cum was moving down.  I moved and licked it
up.  He laughed.  He told me to wet my hand and fingers with my cum.  He
wiped my chest clean.  We changed places.

I spread my cum on his hole.  He talked me through getting my fingers into
him and what to feel for.  "Do you want me to make you come or edge you?"

"If it's okay with you, just edge me for a while."

Are you kidding, I thought?  I'd stroke his cock all night if I could.
"I'm good."

Get me close a couple of times," he said glancing at me and smiling.  "You
came pretty quickly.  If you want me to do you again I will.  It's only
fair."

"Cool."

I stroked his cock and moved my fingers around inside of him.  I loved
looking at his body, listening to him moan and groan and the feel of his
almost eight inch thick cock in my hand.  I wondered what it would be like
to suck on it.  How would he react?  If I did that he'd know I was gay and
maybe he'd never want to do stuff like this again.

"I'm close," he moaned.  I stopped stroking his cock.  "You okay with
stopping?"

"Yeah.  My hand isn't tire."  I glance at the clock.  "They won't he home
for over an hour.  We might as well use all that time."

He chuckled.  "You are the best at this.  Bethany thinks hand jobs are
stupid and I love your hand jobs almost as much as I love it when she gives
me head."

"Fucking her must be pretty good," I said as I began stroking his cock.

"Yeah, it's awesome, but I think I like it better when she gives me head.
Maybe it's because I'm not wearing a condom.  I don't know.  Kevin said he
likes blowjobs better too.  You've got to get yourself a girlfriend who
loves to suck dick.  Then you don't have to worry about getting her
pregnant and getting head is awesome."

"Sounds good," I said.

When he was ready to come, I found his prostate and moved my fingers over
it.  It was amazing to see his body tense, shake and go into orgasm.  It
was a sight that I masturbated to hundreds of time.  My cock was hard and
throbbing because I was so turned on seeing how turned on he was and
because I was the one who was giving him pleasure.

I sat back and looked at the massive load of cum all over his chest.  He
kept breathing hard.  His body looked fantastic.

He looked at me and laughed.  "That was really intense.  Give me a minute
and I'll do you."

"No rush," I said.  "Can we use your cum?"

He glanced at his chest.  "Yeah, sure.  But first I've got to pee," he
said.

"Let me scoop it up."  I ran my finger over his chest, gathering his cum
into one big glob.  Then I used my finger to push it into the palm of my
hand. While he was peeing, I brought my hand to my face and smelled his
load.  My mouth watered.  I sucked some up, leaving some behind.  I let the
cum in my mouth float on my tongue for a while.  Then I swallowed.

He stroked my cock, fucking me with his fingers.  The smell of his cum
filled the room and the lingering taste of his cum in my mouth turned me on
even more.  My orgasm was more intense the second time.  Probably because I
relaxed more and probably because I was more turned on after jerking him
off.

Wednesday nights became hand job night and the only night we did anything,
but we got to be pretty good at what we were doing and I looked forward to
it every week.  I jerked off six nights a week thinking about sitting on
the floor and being in his arms and then having him lean back into me as I
jerked him off.

Weekends he spent with Kevin and Bethany.

The last school swim meet of the year, the coach had me swim varsity.  I
was the only freshman he moved up.  I didn't win my heat, but I placed
second in the backstroke against a guy on the best team in our league.  He
was a junior and very good.  David was very excited for me.  I complained
that I was over a second behind him.

Backstroke was the stroke I felt the most comfortable with, but I was a
pretty good freestyler.  I had a good breaststroke.  My worst stroke was
the butterfly, David's best stroke.  Maybe it was my worst stroke because
it was David's best.  The thought of trying to compete with him did not
appeal to me.

Bethany and David dated through his junior year, but at the beginning of
the summer they broke up.  Actually, she broke with him.  He was pretty
upset.  Several times he woke me in the middle of the night to talk to me.
On time I saw tears role from his eyes.  I felt sad and I decided I hated
her.

"She was dating a guy at college while she was dating me," he said, lying
beside me in my bed.  He was depressed.  "She said she liked him a lot."

"While you two were dating?"

"Every once in a while he'd come home for a weekend."

"You didn't know?"

"She said she had to do stuff with her parents."

"Wow.  That sucks."

"I asked her why she was dating me then.  Why not just date him."

"What did she say?"

"She liked being with me at school and she said the sex was fun."

"Did you really like her?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I kind of feel stupid and kind of like she really liked
him more."

"Didn't anyone know?"

"Kevin's girlfriend knew.  He broke up with her because he said he can't
trust her anymore because she let Bethany just play me along."

"Wow.  Yeah, I guess I'd do that too.  I mean she was lying to him too."

We talked for hours and about a lot more than just Bethany Ð swimming,
friends, our parents, what colleges he was going to apply to, sex, the
stuff we did.  I think he just couldn't sleep and it helped to have someone
to talk to.  David and I weren't brought up to express feelings or disclose
emotional turmoil.  We were taught to `trust in God'.  So this was new and
I really liked that he thought he could confide in me.

"I know you really enjoy the sex," he said.  "But afterwards, does it ever
bother you?"

"What?  Why?"

"Well, we're brothers and we're both guys."

"Does it ever bother you?"

"No.  I wouldn't do it if it did.  But I wonder sometimes if it bothers
you."

"I wish you'd believe me that it doesn't.  Why do you keep asking?"

"I don't know.  I mean I'm older than you and I know you really look up to
me."  He poked me.  "And don't say you don't."

"I do look up to you.  I love you."

"So, I worry that you're doing it because you want to make me happy.  I
mean I can tell you are really into the sex part, but then I think that
maybe you get fucked up with the religion stuff and feel bad about it and
don't say anything."

"I never feel bad about it.  I promise you.  I look forward to it."  I was
sad that he was sad about breaking up with Bethany, and I guess he thought
that besides enjoying the sex, like she said she had, I had other feelings
as she had.  Actually I was hoping that maybe he'd want more sex with me
instead of just on Wednesday, but I didn't say that.

"Yeah, Wednesdays are pretty fun.  I guess I just worry that someday you'll
feel weird about it and then you'll feel different about me."

"Fuck, David.  I don't feel and won't feel weird.  Maybe you'll feel weird
and feel different about me."

"Never.  I swear, never."


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