Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 18:30:59 -0800 (PST) From: Seth Kirkcauldy Subject: Brother Mine 3 Brother Mine Chapter 3 copyright 2013 Seth Kirkcauldy seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without author's permission. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to display this work. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are a product of the author's imagination, or used fictitiously. This story contains erotic situations between brothers not yet of a legal age. If it is illegal for you to read this, or you just think it's yucky, please leave now. Please donate to the Nifty Archive. Your donations make this site possible. Part 1: Aiden The little boy in the pickup truck drew Aiden's attention. He was probably six or seven and so thin he looked like a handful of sticks bundled together in some clothes. It was his face, though, that Aiden instantly recognized. No, he didn't KNOW the boy; but he knew him. From his tousled, cowlick-y hair to the spray of freckles across his nose, Aiden knew him. It wasn't the ill-fitting clothes on the boy, although he looked like a scarecrow dressed in a fat man's hand-me-downs; nor was it the round wire rim glasses which Aiden thought were only worn by ancient great-grandfathers. Rather, it was the look upon his intelligent, studious face of utter confusion; the look of bafflement that meant: "how did I end up here?" The young boy - probably a second grader? - was looking out of the pickup truck's window, but not seeing anything. Connor had pulled their car up at a stoplight beside this truck, and Aiden looked out his passenger window at the boy while the boy looked out his own window at nothing at all. The truck was nice, shiny black with a big enough cab for a second row seat where the small boy was sitting alone. The truck had silhouette decals of curvaceous female bodies dancing along the sides, along with detailed flames that provided visual evidence of how hot the driver was. The driver himself, a thirtyish man who appeared so dismayed with his thinning hair that he tried to cover it with a Peterbilt baseball cap, was scowling out the windshield with a bulge in his cheek that suggested tobacco, or possibly some stored acorns meant for later in the day. His somewhat-white wife-beater looked like it was comfortable, with the way its stained, ribbed fabric seemed to stretch accommodatingly over the bulges in his torso. Behind the small boy's head was an empty rifle rack. Aiden was sure it got good use during hunting season. The idea of this boy holding his first rifle against a big-eyed deer made Aiden wince in sympathy. The facial movement must have caught the boy's attention, for just as the light turned green, the boy's eyes settled on Aiden's and registered the complete and utter commiseration they found there. Aiden raised his hand solemnly and nodded slightly to the boy, who merely looked back at him bleakly. "Someone you know?" Connor asked him, accelerating out of the intersection. "Not yet," Aiden replied, and they drove the rest of the way to the lake in silence. Willow Lake was a place of great beauty and rare, happy memories for the boys. It was a frequent destination back in the long summers when they'd been an intact family, a respite of trees and water that was far away from the over-scheduled tedium of suburbia. They had spent long summer days there swimming in the lake, followed by summer nights collecting fireflies, and toasting marshmallows over the campfire. As they pulled into a vacant spot miles from any other campers, Aiden recalled that his own marshmallow-toasting experiments never went very well. His treats seemed to inevitably catch fire, and he'd run down to the lake with his flaming torch to snuff it, leaving him with only a black, soggy mess. He realized with the clarity of having grown a few years that this was the reason that Connor's habit was always to find a forked stick and toast two at a time; Aiden would inevitably end up eating one of his brother's. Once their car was unloaded, Aiden tried to help Connor with the tent. The first attempt ended as Connor received a bloody scratch under his eye when Aiden let go of a bent fiberglass rod too early; and the second was curtailed as Connor ended up sprawled on his ass when the tie-down he was pulling was released by Aiden for no reason that Connor could determine. Connor sat in the dirt with a cartoonish cloud of dust rising around him from the impact. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "Aiden, why don't you gather us some firewood?" He asked as mildly as he could with gritted teeth. Aiden immediately went to do his chore before he accidentally decapitated the most important person in his life. He spent a good hour scouring the surrounding forest and dragging a large pile of burnable wood into their campsite. It was late afternoon, and he was brushing all the dirt and dust from himself when he noticed that he was alone. The small tent was fully set up, but Connor was nowhere to be seen. "Con?" Aiden shouted; his voice squeaked a bit. "In here, Spaz," his brother's voice came from the tent. "C'mon in." Aiden puffed in relief, toed off his shoes outside of the tent flap, and then crawled in to find the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The image stole all the breath from his lungs and seared his brain with a fiery zigzag of need. "You okay, Spaz?" Connor asked him. He wore a cocky grin and absolutely nothing else. He had his fingers latched lazily behind his head making his biceps bulge from the pose, and his nude body sprawled easily atop the zipped-together sleeping bags and filled the entire small tent. There was no room for Aiden at all. Aiden couldn't answer his brother. His mouth was suddenly arid and he still couldn't get air in his lungs. He grunted something that sounded disturbingly pig-like, and he visually devoured Connor from the bottoms of his big, bare feet, over the bulges of his calves and hair-covered thighs, up to his groin where his erection stood straight in blatant invitation. It bobbed in tempo with Connor's pulse and leaked a drop of precum from the slit at the top. His testicles hung heavy and loose in their stretched sac between his thighs, resting on the fabric of the sleeping bag beneath them. Aiden was dimly aware that there was more to Connor's body above that point, but his eyes refused to confirm it. "Zip the flap and take off your clothes," Connor instructed huskily. "Shove 'em in that corner over there with mine." Aiden did as he was told, fumbling fool-like with the zipper on the tent because it was behind him and he couldn't see it while he was staring at Connor's cock. Getting his clothes off was also difficult with his shaking hands - he jabbed his brother's leg with one of his sharp elbows during the process - yet his gaze still never wavered from that beautiful flesh. The worst part was pulling the purple polo over his head because he lost sight of Connor for a second and was certain he would disappear in that moment. His chest actually eased with relief when he popped open his eyes and found Connor's big muscular body still lain out casually before him. Now that he was naked too, however, he was suddenly self-conscious of his skinny body, and he hugged himself and looked around to find where he could lie down. Connor seemed to be taking all the space as well as all the air in the small tent. Connor watched him quietly with a smirk, but it was softened by the twinkle in his green eyes. Then he spread his legs wider, his feet pointing into the corners of the tent and opening a space between his thighs that seemed exactly Aiden-sized. Aiden fell gratefully into it face-first, pressing his lips into the pubic hair at the base of Connor's cock. And he inhaled. Connor smelled so good; he smelled of warmth and sweat, like a man who'd been setting up a tent in the sun. But he also smelled very faintly of a piss he'd taken since his last shower, and a little of semen from their session in the clothes store; but mostly he smelled of fresh arousal, strong and clean and insistent. He smelled like Connor, and Aiden realized the low groaning sound he was hearing was coming from his own throat as he rubbed his face around in his brother's pubes. "You okay there, Spaz?" Connor asked, fond amusement bright in his voice. When Aiden opened his mouth to answer, he discovered he still had no words, so he replied by slipping those silent, open lips over the head of Connor's cock and sucking gently, hoping his meaning was clear. He closed his eyes and tasted the pearly drop of cum at the tip, loving the way it reminded his mouth of swimming pool water: warm, neutral, clean, and slightly chlorinated. But it had come from Connor's body, and that thought made him tremble. He pursed his lips directly over the slit and sucked hard, drawing another drop into his mouth; then he soothed the fleshy head with his tongue, showing gratitude for its gift. Connor groaned his appreciation and Aiden's whole body responded to that deep reverberation. It felt like it rattled his bones and he was afraid it was going to vibrate an orgasm out of him. God Almighty, the sound of Connor's pleasure, he had no defense against it. Aiden's right hand scooped up Connor's balls and fondled them gently, while his left steadied the mighty cock and held it against his face while his lips kissed up and down its length somewhat frantically. He was losing his fucking mind. This cock ruled his entire world and he knew it. He worshipped it. He needed it. God, he loved it. He ran his open lips up and down the sides of Connor's cock, loving the feel of the veins that pulsed under his touch. He let his tongue out to play, tracing the pumped vessels and coating them with his devotion. The skin was so tight and firm beneath his lips, like warm marble, but salty with sweat. Aiden gasped with the pleasure of doing this. A part of his brain recognized the timeless snick of a key turning a lock inside him. He was made for this. He was his brother's cocksucker; there was no question about it. He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life: being on his knees between his brother's muscular thighs, face down in his crotch and worshipping his cock. Nothing had ever been more right for him than this. This was the first time he'd really been given free rein to worship Connor's cock. He planned to take full advantage of it. He rubbed it over his whole face, lips open, tongue lapping. He was afraid he was going to go into some sort of frenzy again like he did with Connor's balls the previous night. He had to be careful not to accidentally hurt this man he loved; so he focused, slowing his breathing and remembering that this was for Connor, not for himself. He drew his lips slowly up to the head with its foreskin stretched tight around the large glans, and allowed it to slip into his mouth; just the big head of that cock sitting on his tongue while he closed his lips and sucked it gently. He could feel it pulsing on his tongue and he could hear Connor's ragged breaths and quiet murmuring. "Oh yeah, Spaz, that feels so fucking good. Um, AH! Watch your teeth." Aiden opened his eyes and let them trail up his brother's torso until he reached Connor's emerald gaze. He was being watched very carefully. Connor's mouth was open slightly and the tip of his tongue peeked out to touch his lips. His big chest rose and fell with irregular breathing and his large hands remained clasped behind his head; the biceps straining with an effort that Aiden did not understand. Aiden loosened his suction on the head and let his mouth descend the thick shaft very slowly. He felt the head bump the back of his throat where he was sore from the earlier skullfucking he'd received in the changing room, but this time it gently eased around that slight curve and into his throat. He slowly lowered his head until his lips were pressed against Connor's pelvic bone, luxuriating in the feel of those red-brown curls softly tickling his face. Again, he tightened his lips and sucked rhythmically. "Oh my fucking God. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck," Connor groaned, and hummed, and stuttered, and flexed. And Aiden was responsible for all of it. He had never felt so powerful in all his life. He slid upward, but corkscrewing his head and twisting his mouth around it as he went. At the top he grabbed a quick breath before sinking back down, burying his brother's beautiful prick as deep in his throat as he could. He tried some swallowing motions to see what that might do. "HOLY FUCK!" Connor groaned loudly, arching his back to try to embed himself just a little more into his brother's body. "Jesus. How can you...? That is the most amazing - HOLY FUCK!" And then after a sharp gasp: "Do that again! Oh FUCK yeah..." And so Aiden did it again. And again. And again. He slowly, tortuously milked his brother's cock with his throat muscles. Then he rose upwards once more, grabbed a breath and descended. At this tempo and with him in control, his gag reflex never seemed to trigger. He luxuriated in the fullness of that fleshy cock filling his esophagus. He was sure his Adam's apple popped outward whenever Connor's cock slid past. He wished he could see that miracle, his body making way for Connor's. His eyes were filled with Connor's body; his ears were filled with Connor's groans; his nose was filled with Connor's scent; and his throat was filled with Connor's cock. Aiden, who had walked through life feeling achingly hollow, no longer felt empty. Connor was thrashing his head back and forth, his hands now grasping fistfuls of sleeping bag. His groaning was a constant litany of: "moremoremoremoremore..." with frequent bursts of blasphemous curses. Aiden wanted so badly to close his eyes and lose himself in the rhythmic meditation of sucking his brother's cock, but he was worried he'd miss something important; like the way that drop of sweat was snaking out from Connor's armpit, weaving a trail down his ribs before dropping to their bedding. Or the way Connor's quadriceps bunched and writhed on either side of him as Connor fought his desire to sink deeply into that wet heat he craved. So Aiden left his eyes wide, drinking in the way Connor's body responded to every flick of his tongue and every constriction of his throat. Aiden wasn't sure when he decided he wanted to drive his brother out of his mind, but just as Connor's breathing and swearing alerted him that they were on a shortened journey to the summit, Aiden slowed his tempo by half, but tightened his lips and suction. The slower pace let him make better use of his tongue, and he fluttered it all over that beautiful cock as he slowly ascended and descended its length. "AWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwww......." Connor moaned in response. His initial flare of displeasure at the aborted orgasm immediately gave way to the bliss he was feeling. "Ohhhh, fuck, Spaz. Oh my God. Don't ever stop that. Just suck my cock just like that forever. Forever; do you fucking hear me?" His big palm gently cupped Aiden's head the way Aiden liked, but then it was jerked away again to hold a fistful of sleeping bag. Aiden moaned his acquiescence to the demand for eternal worship, fully certain that Connor would give out before he would. And then he sucked a bit harder and slower. "Fuck! You are driving me out of my fucking mind," Connor moaned. Aiden lost a bit of suction when he smiled. Insanity was not such a bad place to be when Connor was there with him. Aiden bent himself further, looking like he was in deep prayer, and mouthed Connor's sweating balls. He bathed them as he had the night before, but he had another goal in mind for today. He released them gently and then snaked his tongue into the groove behind them. "FuckingGodAlmighty! Ohhhhhhh, yeah, Spaz." Aiden had fearfully wondered how Connor would react to this; so he was happy and relieved when Connor's large feet planted on the ground beside his head, knees bent and thighs straining as that ass tilted up off the ground and into range for him. He slid his tongue slowly along the smooth perineum trail behind his balls and to his clenched hole. He had meant to dive in and taste him before Connor could protest, but a funny thing happened on the way to Nirvana. As Aiden's nose pressed into that damp, musky space, he discovered the core of Connor's pheromones, those chemical messages from his brother's body that battered his brain into blissful silence, and bowed Aiden's head in submission. He rubbed his face there trying to get closer, sliding into a sexual delirium. He was starting to press his face into Connor ass in a rutting convulsion, and he was forgetting to fill his lungs. It took a tap on his head and Connor's command to: "Breathe, Spaz," for him to finally take a deep breath. The smells of mulch and leather immediately overwhelmed him and he pressed his lips right to Connor's tightened ring of muscle and kissed it gently in absolute worship. He gasped another ragged breath. His faltering efforts were rewarded with a guttural noise from somewhere above him. Aiden kissed his hole again, and then flicked his tongue around it. Connor's body jolted from the light touch and he let out a stream of curses. Aiden did it a few more times, noting the tensing and relaxing of the muscle under his tongue. When he fully understood its rhythm, he waiting for the relaxed downbeat and slid his tongue inside. Connor's answering moan was so deep that it seemed to rattle Aiden's head which was now trapped by Connor's hand, pressing him deeper still. The flexing of the ring's muscle expelled him, but he was ready to slip right back in when it relaxed, sliding as deep as he could. "No one's ever done that to me before, Spaz," Connor huskily whispered. His recitation of curses seemed to have been exchanged for quiet awe. All Aiden could hear were moans and heavy breathing. And so he began his exploration of the inside of Connor's body, swiping and squirming and licking and tasting. His brain was so very quiet, as if every one of the broken shards of his consciousness was focusing on this activity. Aiden reveled in all of it: the quietness in his mind, yes, but more, the knowledge that he was the only one to have ever provided Connor this pleasure. People saw Connor on the street every day and lusted after him; but it was Aiden who got to press his lips to this secret, central part of his brother and worship it. "I want to cum in your mouth now, Spaz," Connor suddenly demanded. Aiden's stomach dropped a little. He wanted so much more. He wanted hours. He wanted... "I want to cum, Spaz. Come back up here and suck my cock now. Work out my load and drink it." The demand tightened the lust in his belly, and he suddenly wanted it too. His brother wanted to feed him his seed, so there would be no argument at all; Aiden was suddenly starving for it. He quickly left the warmth and moistness of Connor's ass, straightening his back again and recaptured the leaky cock in front of him. He kept his lips tight, swirled his tongue against the hard flesh, and drove his head up and down the shaft, pushing hard at the right moment so that it slipped deep into his clenching throat before he jerked back again for another circuit. Now he did close his eyes and timed his breaths, focusing all his energy on pleasuring that cock in his mouth. Nothing existed for him now but that hard column of flesh that he climbed over and over. His saliva was rolling down it in slimy rivulets that bathed and dripped from Connor's balls. His lips banged against Connor's pubic curls which were damp with sweat and spit. Connor was writhing beneath him, trembling and squirming in a sacred dance of ecstasy. His hips bounced off the ground to meet Aiden's cadence while his mouth snarled a profane litany of depravity. Aiden had never seen anything so beautiful as this young, muscular god taking his pleasure. Connor was grunting, rutting his hips into Aiden's face, his chest heaving with effort. And then he was at the apex, groaning obscenities that devolved into nonsense as he once again grabbed the back of Aiden's head to steady him as he shot his first volley into his throat. But Aiden reversed himself so that the head of Connor's cock squirmed and jolted on his tongue. He wanted to taste this, and the final few sprays landed on the back of his tongue, warm and thick with life. Aiden savored the creaminess; spreading it around his mouth and coating Connor's cockhead with it so he could suck it back off again. He swallowed it finally with considerable satisfaction while his brother continued to buck and spasm beneath him. "Oh my god, oh my fucking god," seemed to be about the only words that were coherent. He held Connor's cock in his mouth, swabbing it gently with his tongue for long minutes while its sweating owner settled down, evened his breathing, and returned to a shared, common language. "That is the most amazing blowjob I've ever had in my life." Connor's hands were now back on his own head, but they were holding tufts of his hair like he was going to pull them out. "That was fucking incredible. Where the hell did you learn to do that?" Aiden had never done that before, but he was not going to remove Connor's cock from his mouth to say so. "You... You need to do that to me every fucking night and every fucking morning. And maybe every fucking afternoon." Aiden was now the one smirking, nursing on the softening cock in his mouth and closing his eyes in pleasure. He was thinking that the middle of every fucking night would be good, too. Quiet descended around them, and the tent was now sharp with the smell of sweat. Aiden loved it. It stung his nose with dark, secretive notes that sang of Connor's body. The only sounds were muted ones: that of a bird calling outside their tent, and the sucking sounds Aiden made as he nursed the soft cock on his tongue. He felt a bit like a calf at its mother's udder, wondering if he could get more milk. "Spaz, I'm... I'm sorry about in the store this afternoon. I sort of lost control of myself and I never meant to hurt you. I never want to be the one who hurts you." Aiden looked up at him with his mouth full of cock and dramatically rolled his eyes, making Connor shake with laughter. "Yeah, I know that you liked it. But we do not trust your judgment right now, yeah? I'm the one in charge. I decide what happens, and that's not what I wanted to happen." "Yes it is," Aiden said, dropping the soft flesh from his mouth. "It's not what you planned, but it is what you wanted." "I didn't plan anything!" Connor said. "That's the problem. It all just sort of happened." "Yeah," sighed Aiden. "It was perfect." "It was kinda messed up, Spaz. I kind of messed up." "You're a hero," Aiden said firmly. This made Connor sigh very deeply, and he shook his head. "No, Spaz. I'm not. I'm the exact opposite of a hero. I've done things - bad things; things that I'm not proud of. I'm not a good person." Aiden smiled and pressed a kiss to his brother's cock, then another. "You're a hero, Connor." Connor groaned in exasperation. "No, you don't know, Aiden!" "I do know, Connor. I know that you stole money from your team's fundraiser in middle school so that you could buy some pot for you and your girlfriend." Connor's body stilled completely beneath him. Aiden took a deep breath. "I know that you thought you got Melissa pregnant because you're too stupid to wear a condom. I know that you cheated on your SAT test. I know that when you were fourteen you rubbed raw bacon all over your cock and tried to get the dog next door to give you a lickjob." Connor's body was now vibrating with laughter. "I know that you were in a car accident because you let Riley Wentfield drive you back from a party when you were both drunk. I know that you..." "Alright, Spaz. I get it. You know everything I didn't think you knew. That's incredibly creepy. Have you been stalking me?" "Yes." Connor laughed despite himself. "So then you KNOW that I've done lots of bad things..." "I never said you didn't do bad things, Connor. I said you were a hero." "Spaz..." "TWO MARSHMALLOWS, Connor! Always TWO!" "I don't know what that means..." Aiden filled his mouth again with his brother's cock. He was done with the stupid conversation. After about twenty minutes of gentle milking, that gorgeous organ started to become hard again, and Aiden was once again allowed to worship it as he wished. With Connor's immediate appetite satiated, Aiden took his time learning the full pleasure of his cock. He mapped each vein and each bump. He meticulously cleaned the foreskin with his tongue. He took it deep in his throat to see how long he could hold it there. And much later, he lapped up his brother's hot, salty semen, still amazed that this came out of his body. And then he lay there between his legs, holding his cock once more in his mouth and milking it slowly. Connor was out of breath, but laughed. "You gonna do that again, Spaz?" Aiden didn't answer. He had every intention of doing it again. He was curled between his brother's legs where he belonged, his head resting on his sweat-slicked thigh. His eyes were closed and the soft, full flesh of Connor's cock filled his mouth. He'd never been more satisfied. "Ah, that feels good, Spaz. I love you doing that to my soft cock." His hand tapped the side of Aiden's head. "I want you to come up here now. Lie on top of me with your back to me so we're both looking up at the tent. Ow. Watch where you step, yeah?" Aiden was frowning, but obedient. He wanted to be in Connor's crotch. He loved it there and was starting to think of it has his place; but he awkwardly rearranged himself so that he lay on top of Connor's chest, but facing away from him. Oh. That felt good. There was so much skin touching his. Connor's chest hair tickled Aiden's back, and Aiden's legs aligned and balanced on top of Connor's. Connor was bigger than him in every dimension, and he found he easily fit atop his brother. Connor's spit-slick cock was lodged in the crack of Aiden's ass, but it was dormant and drowsy, a heavy but pliable heat against him. Connor's arms encircled his chest and held him; Aiden could have died from the happiness. "Okay, Spaz. I'm gonna try saying this one more time because it's important. In fact, I have a few things to say to you. The first is that you keep looking at me like you're waiting for me to steal your favorite toy away. You know I'm straight and you're thinking that any minute now I'm gonna tell you to get your face out of my jock." He sighed. "That ain't going to happen. It probably should happen, but it's not going to. I think that genie is well and good out of the bottle. I might have good intentions by calling a halt, but in about three days I'd be waking you up in the middle of the night by sliding my cock down your gullet." Aiden moaned softly, and Connor chuckled. "Yeah, I know you like that idea. Here's the next thing, Spaz: I don't give a fuck that this whole thing is weird. I don't care that we're brothers; I don't care that it's give-and-take with me doing all the taking; I don't care that it get rough. No one has to understand what we're doing but us. I get what you need, and I get what I need, and I don't think it's a coincidence that those match up pretty much perfectly. I plan to keep you." Aiden was vibrating again; he couldn't stop his scrawny muscles from trembling. He didn't even understand what was causing it, except that he was hearing something very, very important and his body was responding. "But here's the thing I need you to understand. I don't like what happened today in the store because I HURT you. I won't be that guy, Aiden. I have a line, and that's it. And it bothers me that you liked it. I think sometimes with guys like you that have been hurt a lot, that things can become twisted up inside your head so that sex gets mixed in with lots of other stuff. And I'm okay with most of what's in there. But I won't hurt you again; I won't do it. And I'll tell you something else: if you decide to go out and find someone to hurt you, I'll hunt them down and make sure they can't ever do it again. I won't have it, Spaz. "You heard Dad talking about that hospital? I don't want you to go there, but I think I want you to see someone from there, maybe as an outpatient? Maybe they could help you with all that stuff that goes on in your head, yeah? Maybe they have new drugs now that might help you more than before? But if nothing else, maybe talking to someone can help you untwist some of that stuff that shouldn't be wired together. Yeah, Spaz? " Aiden could hear Connor's heart beating beneath him. Connor's whole body surrounded him, making him feel warm and safe. There was only one response he could give. "Okay, Connor." "Okay." Connor's embrace loosened from around his brother, but then his hands drifted down Aiden's arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps. When they reached his wrists, Connor captured them together into his left hand and raised them above their heads so that Aiden felt stretched and exposed. Aiden shuddered with nervousness, but lay compliant and still. Connor's legs now each twined with Aiden's, securing and then locking him down so he couldn't move. Aiden was now completely immobilized atop his brother, and his breathing came faster as he wondered what this meant. Connor let his free right hand trail slowly over Aiden's exposed chest, wandering into his armpits, and then sliding over his abdomen. It tortured Aiden, whose smaller, circumcised penis was now pointed straight at the top of the tent. Connor spoke very softly right into Aiden's ear. His lips moved against the outer shell, making Aiden shudder in pleasure at the intimacy. "You didn't cum today while servicing me, Spaz, and I've developed a theory about that. I've noticed that you've never really touched yourself to get to orgasm; you seem to be responding to something else. We're going to test my theory today." Aiden swallowed audibly and his skinny body started to shake harder under Connor's teasing touch. "I think you like to hear me talk," Connor growled, and the sound of it traveled down Aiden's spine to his cock. "I think you have this little nub inside your brain that my words sometimes brush up against. I can tell when I say or do something that presses up against that nub. For example, I think you like it when I call you my cocksucker." Aiden moaned and twisted in Connor's grip. "I think you've fantasized for years about being my cocksucker. I think you've daydreamed about me with my legs open wide so you can get right in there to suck me. I think your mouth belongs to me and I'll use it whenever I need to. You'll lick me, clean me, service me, and pleasure me. I've been thinking about hardly anything except your mouth for the last two days, Spaz; I can't get enough of it. "Maybe when I'm in college I'll plan some nice dinner dates at my apartment with you. I'll sit at the dining table eating my steak and potatoes, while you're kneeling under the table with your head in my crotch trying to suck your own dinner out of me." Aiden groaned, writhing now within Connor's grasp, undulating his hips against the cock he could feel behind him. He could practically feel these words rubbing against that spot in his brain that Connor talked about. It was driving him crazy, how badly he wanted these things. "Maybe we'll catch a movie after, yeah? Go see an action flick I like. We'll sit in the last row of the theater so I can make you unzip me, fish out my cock, seal your mouth over the head in my lap while I take a long, warm piss in your throat. I wouldn't want to miss any of the movie." Aiden coughed in surprise. He was overwhelmed by that image; he had never imagined such a thing before, and the thought of Connor using him in such a way ricocheted through his body so that it danced with desire. He had no idea that something like that could be, but the thought of that body-warm liquid transferring from the depths of Connor's body and into his had him suddenly quaking with need. "I... Would you - I-I... please..." Aiden whimpered, his hips thrusting up into the air but meeting no friction for his swollen dick. "But on most normal nights with you, I'll just collapse on the sofa in front of the TV and let you lick my balls. Eventually, I'll head to bed for a long, slow edging blowjob - like the one you gave me today. Fuck that was hot, the way you took me to the edge. I want to see if you can do that for a couple of hours before taking my load." Connor's hot breath puffed into Aiden's ear, making him gasp and twist. "Finally, late at night, I'll let you slide your tongue into my ass and lick me gently while I drift off to sleep. I liked that a lot, too. You're amazing, Spaz. And you're going to give me pleasure every single night." Aiden was out of his mind, his scrawny body sliding against the slick sweat of Connor's muscles. But what actually sent him over the edge was Connor's dark chuckle in his ear, followed by a brief nuzzle and a kiss on the side of his head. Aiden yelled out and pumped a small geyser of cum straight up in the air. He trembled under the wave of orgasm, totally overwhelmed by having Connor surrounding him, and his voice invading him. His body drew taut again like a drawn bow, and he fired his second volley, and then he collapsed against Connor while his cock continued to spastically pump semen that dribbled down his shaft and collected on his abdomen. Connor released his wrists and untwined his legs, still chuckling and holding him while Aiden's heartbeat slowed. They lay quietly, listening to each other breathe for several long minutes. His limbs felt leaden, but still Aiden made them move. He slid off his brother and mopped himself hastily with his shirt, and then settled into his place between Connor's legs. He kissed his heavy, soft cock and nuzzled his balls in greeting before laying his head on the pillow of Connor's thigh. Aiden realized that he'd reached an important point in his life: he was ready to die. No, he did not WANT to die; not now that he had everything he'd always wanted, but he now found no fear in the thought. The events in the tent that day felt like a culmination of purpose to him. He knew who he was in a way he had not known before. Armageddon could come in a great ball of blistering fire and burn him to cinders, and he'd be fine with it. His parents could lower his immolated body into the cold ground and Connor would still know what Aiden was for, why he existed, why he was important. Who he WAS. Aiden could lie within a casket, sublimating his entire self, if it meant his big, bright Connor could still walk around free and safe. Connor's hand gently cupped the back of Aiden's head and stroked the hair gently. "What are you thinking about, Spaz?" Aiden sighed happily. "Burnt corpses," he said. Part 2: Connor I threw the little fucker in the lake. * I appreciate hearing from people who are reading my stories. Shoot me an email and let me know what you think. Your feedback is the only way I know you're reading and whether or not it makes sense to continue. I have other stories, too. Look up Seth Kirkcauldy in the author's section. seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net