Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2019 07:22:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: yeti8080 yet <yeti8080@yahoo.ca>
Subject: How My Brother Got me from Condoms to Bareback Part 1

My brother came out of prison with big arms but no money. He never talked
about his time there, except that one time when a girl commented about how
good-looking some guy was he said that being good-looking was a shit
quality to have in prison and he wasn't smiling when he said it. We weren't
close but this time I could tell he was trying hard to piece his life back
together. He had an apartment he shared with his girlfriend and worked
whatever low-paying jobs he could get.

One day he texted me out of the blue about a second-hand car he liked,
along with a picture. At the time, I was doing alright living alone and I
had a decent job. He was obsessed with cars, so the subject matter wasn't
that surprising, but cars didn't mean much to me beyond an occasional means
of transport. I didn't even own a car. Turns out he wanted to buy it and he
wanted me to loan him 6K. I said forget it. He called me up next and told
me his credit was shit, I was his only hope, and that he really really
wanted that car. I told him loaning him 6K was as good as kissing it
goodbye forever. Heck he still owed me a couple hundreds from years before.

I thought that was that until a week later when he showed up in front of my
apartment in a black muscle shirt and asked to be let in. Then he offered
to pay me back 500 once every other week until the debt was paid, to which
I said sure but what do I get out of it. And then he looked me dead in the
eye and said he'd let me suck him off since he knew I liked looking at his
dick. I felt this red hot mist settle over my eyes and had to take a moment
because yeah I did want that dick but I had to be smart about this. So I
told him I'd think it over.

A couple days later we met up again at my apartment and I handed him a
simple contract: 6K in return for $700 installments every other week for 6
months. The extra $200 was the interest. He just looked at me and said,
"You're fucking kidding me." There was no way he could afford that. I told
him I knew he couldn't, but this was just the backup. The real one couldn't
be written, and it was this: I'd give him 6K, and he'd pay back in person
with $500 every other week, along with one good fuck each time he came
around. I wasn't going to settle for some measly blowjob. In addition,
every day he fucked me outside of payday I'd deduct $50 from the next
installment. But if he didn't honor our oral contract, then I'd bring the
written signed contract to a claims court. If he did honor our oral
agreement, I'd rip up the written contract in six months. Finally I told
him that he couldn't be half-assed about the sex. He had to kiss me. He
looked at me, looked at the contract, and signed it on the spot.

Two weeks and minus 6K from my accounts later, my brother showed up at my
apartment around midnight on a Friday. Drunk. He had the $500 on him but I
refused to take it. I told him to come back when he was sober. He yelled a
couple obscenities but mostly insisted over and over again that he'd "come
to fuck". My brother was fucking huge, it was partly what made him so
fucking hot, but at that moment he was scary intimidating. He could have
broken me like a toothpick. He left, eventually. But the whole night had
been a fiasco.

The next evening he called to apologize. When he showed up at my place this
time he was sober. As soon as the apartment door was closed it got
awkward. Then he took off his shirt and put my hand on his bare abs. He
asked if I liked that and I said I did. He was fucking ripped. Without
warning he sort of picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried
me to my room, set me down on my bed and told me to suck him. He wasn't
hard. It took some doing but eventually I got him there. My brother had a
nice cock, no doubt about it. Eventually he flipped me over on my stomach,
put on a condom, and lubbed up his dick. He was too fast and too rough for
my liking, that first time. And he didn't kiss me. Not that night. But I
let it go. Because the fuck was still pretty damn good.

He left without saying anything as soon as he was done. But two weeks later
he was back with another installment. And that was how my brother and I
started fucking.The second time around with my brother I was horny as
fuck. And I was anxious, though it wasn't from the incest thing. There
wasn't much guilt there. We'd never been close and I hadn't seduced him. It
was a fair trade between more-or-less equals: I had a favorable legal
contract; He could beat me into a bloody pulp. It helped too that there was
a lot less room for misunderstanding given we had a relationship based on
just money and sex.

On a scale of 1 to 10 my brother ranked a 9.5 easy on looks alone, with the
only penalty I'd give being for having way too many prison tattoos. (He'd
say that a guy's got to do what he's got to do to survive on the inside and
getting tatted up was part of that.) But don't get me wrong. I had no
illusions about what he was. Mom would often say that my brother learned to
lie before he learned to talk. Anywhere he went, money and things went
missing, loans went unpaid, and people in what they thought were monogamous
relationships contracted venereal diseases. You only had to couple that
with an unpredictable personality that occasionally manifest itself in
random acts of violence due to a then as yet undiagnosed mental condition
and you had the makings of a cautionary tale.

There's a fable of a fisherman who once caught a magic fish who could grant
three wishes if, in return, he let the fish go. So, as the story went, the
fisherman reluctantly let it go, not knowing if it would ever come back.
But the fish did and as promised granted him his every desire, until one
day the fisherman's wife wished for too much and the angry fish went poof
and turned the couple to nothing again. See, my brother was that magic 6K
fish. Would he honor the deal, and even if he did, might it all go to shit
in the end?

That was what I was thinking when he showed up again, freshly showered
straight from the gym this time. You didn't kiss me last time, I said, arms
folded. Oh yeah? Com'ere then. And just like that my brother kissed me on
the lips. It was practiced, because he'd kissed way too many lips, and
transactional, because that was what our whole relationship at this point
was. He handed me the 500 as he leaned in to whisper that I was a pretty
good cocksucker. Some of his prison buddies would've approved. A compliment
followed by a threat, that was my brother in a nutshell. It crossed my mind
that I should probably count the money, but then his cock twitched. A good
sign. Someone was getting more comfortable the second time around. I knelt
and sucked. Like my brother it was practiced, because I'd sucked a lot of
dicks, and transactional, because this was really just prep for the main
event.

I insisted on missionary this time. He wasn't happy, presumably because it
was easier to pretend I was a girl when I had my face in a pillow, but he
went along with it. At some point, when his cock was in my ass and my
forehead tucked in the curve of his neck I noticed he had a smell to him.
It was nice. Manly. Don't cum so fast this time, I said. Looking past me he
said sure, I can cum whenever I want. Really? Yup. But, he added, he didn't
want to go too long because his girlfriend might ask questions. The first,
as it turned out, was true, the second was a lie. He was bored, plain and
simple.

Around half an hour in he finished and left. Maybe this would have been all
that happened between us week in and week out for six months if my brother
had been a typical dumb jock. But he wasn't. Little cogs were turning in
that devious little brain of his.

Oh, and guess what? I found out later he'd short changed me 50 bucks. Dude,
I texted him, you still owe me 50. What? I paid you in full, he lied. Well,
I said, then how come I've only got 450. Donno, he replied. Did you check
in your ass? A pretty big crack's opened up, maybe it fell in.

Fucker.

It was three months into our agreement when things got kicked into high
gear. Let me just say I don't think what happened was an accident. For one
thing my brother was acting different from the get go. When he showed up he
greeted me with a big smile before pulling me into a smooch. My mind
exploded as my lips realized he wasn't just going through the motion. There
was intent, there was desire, there was even tongue. He was running his
hand up and down my spine. I'm sure a primitive part of my brain tried
screaming Run, Run! But the rest of my brain had already melted into
molasses.

Somehow clothes came off and dicks came out. I went to town on my brother's
cock, which was already rock hard before I'd even started. When I looked up
instead of finding him gazing as usual at some faraway point on the wall,
there he was looking back with half-closed eyes and a lazy smile. That's
it, he cooed, ruffling my hair. I'd have probably cooed back if my mouth
hadn't been full of cock. Like a fucking idiot.

After I'd got his dick good and slick he pulled me up, turned me so that he
was face to back and started stroking my dick while kissing my neck. His
big cock seesawed between my legs, teasing my hole. Fuckin' A. I could get
use to this.

Got a condom? I asked. Yup, he said and presented one. I always played
safe.  He slid it on and had me get on all four. I liked the missionary
position more because it was harder for the other guy to try any funny
business that way, but hey, what the heck, my brother could have me in
whatever position he wanted that day. He was showing genuine interest for
once.

The way he slid his cock into my ass was slow and deliberate. It didn't
take long for me to feel the difference. It wasn't just the new way he used
his cock. Or the fact he now molded his body to mine as we fucked. Or even
the primitive grunts of pleasure he was making. It was the whole fucking
package. My brother was mounting me like a stud in heat. And I was loving
it.

Suddenly I felt a change in pressure and a flood of warmth that made all my
brother's strokes feel like pistons slamming into my prostate. It was so
fucking intense. I shot without having touched myself one long rope of cum
all over the bed before passing out.

When I came to a moment later I found cum smeared between the bed sheets
and my body and my brother already in the bathroom. I heard the flush of
the toilet. He came out grinning, slapped my ass, and started getting
dressed. He handed me the cash. Still naked, I counted it. I'd learned my
lesson. Since having been swindled I'd insisted on getting paid after sex,
when the haze of lust had receded enough to grant me the patience to count
the cash in front of him.

A couple hours later I felt a sudden urge to shit and I had to make a run
for the toilet. In a panic I texted my brother, yo did the condom break?
No, don't think so why, he replied. I think I just shat out cum, I
wrote. Probably just lube, was his response. Of course, the warm fluid
spilling from my guts after the fuck should have been a dead giveaway. But
I'd never been bred before so I wasn't sure enough to contradict him. And I
couldn't find the condom. He must have flushed it down the toilet. Over the
course of the week I kept jacking off thinking about it and then feeling
guilty after.

Looking back with the benefit of hindsight it was obvious the asshole knew
exactly what he was doing. I wouldn't put it past him to sabotage a
condom. But never in a million years would I have guessed that the first
guy to actually breed me was my brother.

The following weekend he showed up again at my place. Which was a
surprise. He'd never come over other than on a payday before. Right off the
bat he said he was horny and wanted to know if the $50 deduction for extra
fucks still stood. Of course it did. Without another word he slammed me
against the wall and covered my mouth with his. I slid an arm under his
shirt. My brother was so fucking strong and he had the muscles to prove it.

Clothes vanished but when I moved to suck him he said, uh uh my turn, with
a wink and actually knelt to give my dick some experimental licks. I was
pretty sure it was the first time he'd ever sucked a guy. I want you in
bed, he growled. Next thing I knew I was on my back staring at pecs that
stuck out like two slabs of concrete wedged between massive shoulders and
narrow hips. Without thinking I licked a nipple and my brother groaned. It
turned out that he was one of those guys who had nipples wired to his
cock. This could be fun.

Earlier, my brother had thrown a condom onto the bed. Now he tore it open
with his teeth and tossed the rapper. His put it on, dripped some lube over
it, and slammed his cock all the way into my ass. From then on his lips
were either locked on mine or on my neck. Later I realized it was probably
to distract from the fact that the condom was already broken. My brother
was going to breed me whether I knew it or not and he wasn't going to let a
little rubber stand in the way.

Just before I felt the tell-tale flood of warmth and pressure my brother
fixed me with a look. I think he wanted to see the expression of my face at
the moment he started seeding me. The instant my brother cum-flooded my gut
the level of pleasure from being fucked went a thousand folds higher. My
mind went blank and I just moaned. My toes curled even as I could feel my
brother's big lats flex beneath my feet. His ripped body was slippery with
sweat. One steady thrust after another and soon he was forcing DNA and
semen out of my balls. I was shook. With cum spattered from my belly to my
chin it took a while before I could organize my thoughts enough to wonder
why it had felt so good.

My brother was still fucking me. Gonna come? I asked. Soon, he grunted,
even as he smeared his first load deeper in my gut with every thrust of his
bare cock. Normally I wanted a guy to pull out after I'd cum. But my
brother's cock still felt great. There was no way in hell I was going to
ask him to stop. I couldn't believe I'd turned my straight ex-con brother
into such a good fuckbuddy.

Suddenly he leaned back on his hunches and his dick popped out of my ass
with a wet sound. Between gritted teeth he said, shit I think the condom
just broke. Then he ripped off the shredded rubber and began jacking off in
a frenzy. Swearing, my brother unloaded onto my chest where his spunk
commingled with my own pools of cooling cum.

Much later -- by which time I was sitting on my toilet freaking out about
yet another mystery load squirting out of my ass -- he told me to relax,
that he hadn't cum in me. After all, hadn't I seen him cum on my chest? And
what could I say to that. I didn't know then that he could cum twice in the
same secession. Boy, was my brother having fun. Between the lies, the
broken condoms, and the stealth breeding, he was well on his way towards
replacing my safe-sex mantra with a growing urge to just let my big brother
fuck me raw.

The rest of the week was nothing but frustrating.

Getting laid had never been an issue for me. And yet, somehow, the guys I
lined up that week ranged from the just OK to the downright crap. A couple
of the guys had even been regulars up until that point. More than once I
imagined they were fucking me bareback. Except they were always missing
that extra something which I now knew came from cum leaking from the rip in
my brother's condom.

Given what had happened the last two times, there was no good reason why I
should have kept relying on the rubbers my brother brought. But come the
weekend I still hadn't made up my mind on which to buy. Maybe some part of
me hoped my brother's condom would break again so he'd breed me like last
time and I wouldn't have to make a decision between staying safe or going
raw. He'd have made it for me.

Weirdly enough, it wasn't just me that was conflicted. Even the weather
seemed that way. Friday saw dark clouds chase blue patches all day. But
when evening rolled around the sky just opened up and started pouring. It
took just the time for my brother to walk from his car to my apartment for
him to get completely drenched. Water dripped everywhere, from his running
shoes, from his matted hair, from the clothes clinging to his fucking body
like a second skin. But he grinned like a wolf and his eyes were locked on
me like prey.

After helping my brother peel off all his clothes, he seemed happy to just
stand there stark naked while I toweled him off. He followed me with his
eyes, smiling, as I kissed each part of him that I dried. He put his hands
on his head to give me better access to his pits, each one of which I got
to lick. Biceps, nipples, obliques and abs, he was a big guy with lots of
skin to cover, but I ended where I knew I would: kneeling before his
curved, hard cock. I met his eyes just before I took his ballsack in my
mouth, prompting him to groan. His balls were key. This was where my
brother's body manufactured his loads, storing them until the process of
mating told it that a receptive hole was ready for insemination. They were
big, bigger than normal guys, which was what you'd expect from a guy who
could unload twice in a single fuck.

>From his balls I moved to suck his cock, which I did with enthusiasm,
every inch of it. Groaning with the pleasure, he told me in his gravelly
voice he'd been thinking about me all week. Then he picked me up and
carried me to my room where he laid me down on my bed.

Lying down on his stomach between my legs, he went from a few tentative
licks to going full out, sucking until he'd coated the entire length of my
cock with his spit. He wasn't an experienced cocksucker, not by a long
shot, but he took to my pointers and I could see potential. Really, the
simple fact that my brother was sucking my cock was amazing. This wasn't in
our agreement. This was above and beyond. What really blew my mind, though,
was when he lubed up his fingers and slid two of them pass my sphincter,
watching my face all the while to check to see if he was doing it
right. That's when I knew my brother had graduated from rough trade to
dedicated lover.

At some point he ambled over to his clothes and came back with a condom
packet which he tossed at me. New brand, he said. Check it out. Other than
being still damp from the rain it looked normal to me. He had me put the
condom on him and then get on all four. Kneeling behind me, he lubed his
cock and slowly slid it in my ass. In and out, my brother gradually found
his rhythm.

Then he swore. Aw shit, it broke again. He pulled out so fast it left my
ass in shock. I saw him toss the condom over his shoulder. Panting, I asked
if he had another one, but he said no. Nudging my loosened sphincter with
his bare cock he asked if I wanted to stop. I told him that I'd never let a
guy fuck me bareback before. Him being the straight guy, I had to then
explain what `bareback' meant. He just shrugged and nudged my sphincter
again, telling me how much better it felt without a condom. I made a
non-committal sound, but moving my ass back just a bit was all it took for
the tip of his bare cock to sink in. I was so close to being fucked raw and
it was driving me out of my mind.

A month ago I'd never have let it get this far. But I'd since been bred. I
knew what cum in my ass felt like. It did feel better. But if I went
bareback would I be able to go back? The urge to do it was already hard to
resist. I had to decide now. Raw or nothing. Meanwhile, there my brother
was, stroking my back, talking to me like he was coaxing a stray. He
wouldn't cum in me. Really. He promised. I looked back at him. That fucking
body. That fucking cock. Maybe I could try it, just this once. Just to see
what it was like.Alright, I heard myself say. And my brother started
sliding in raw.

I moaned. My arms and knees gave way as he put his full weight into the
thrust. I was flat on my stomach with him on top, skin to skin all the
way. My first real bareback fuck. Satisfied that he'd stuck his bare cock
in as far as it could go, my brother started fucking me. Between waves of
pleasure he told me how much better it felt. Then he leaned over and
whispered, hey, lil bro, you wanna know a secret?

I was too caught up in the fucking to answer but he told me anyway. Back
when we were still living with our parents, my brother would bring home
girls whenever our parents were out, and because our rooms shared a wall, I
could always hear them when they had sex. If I put my ear to the wall I
could even listen in on their convos. One girl had wanted to use condoms,
but my brother had convinced her otherwise by promising to pull out. She'd
ended up pregnant. Now he was bigger, stronger, and had just convinced his
baby brother to fuck raw. What I didn't know was that my brother had always
known I was listening. He went on to say that he'd always known I wanted
him, that he thought we'd have started fucking a lot sooner, and that my
ass was meant to fit his cock.

The fucking got so intense I had to bite the sheets. Then my big brother
slammed hard into my ass and I actually felt his cock expand as he got
ready to breed. Over the years, in prison and out, he'd honed his body for
one thing and one thing only: to procreate. That's why he hated condoms. It
got in the way. He had two kids already, one he'd put up for adaption, the
other he was paying child support for. But his body was always wanting to
make more. You couldn't cage or tame a wild thing like my brother because
he'd fight, lie and cheat until he was free. He'd never had any intention
of pulling out. The urge to reproduce was just too strong. I realized then
that if I wanted my brother as a mate, I had to let him fuck me bareback,
always, whether he was clean or dirty.

As my brother began pumping his semen into me, I surrendered to the
exchange of fluid that was inevitable with bareback sex. Fuck, I thought, I
was going to have to get tested and find out how willing he was to get
tested too. But I also felt that if I was going to be bred for the first
time by anyone, my big brother was the one. He was worth the risk. And
thinking that, I started to cum onto the bed. He held me tight as I did.

When I'd come down from my orgasm I asked if he'd cum. Not yet, he lied,
but from the way he chuckled I could tell he knew the game was up. He was
fucking me now with cum lubricating where the surface of his cock met the
walls of my gut.

It felt great, but I wanted to ride him. I wanted to show him what his
little brother could do. He was all for that idea, so he slid his wet cock
out of my well-fucked ass and we repositioned ourselves. Straddling my
brother, I took his cum-slick cock and guided it in my ass. My brother's
bare shaft didn't scare me anymore. I accepted that this was just how it
was going to be from now on. Bareback fuck after bareback fuck. I was going
to help this breeder breed.

As soon as I started riding my brother's cock my own got stiff again. I'd
never cum twice in a session but I was pretty sure I could get
there. Afterall, my brother could, and I had half his genes. His body was
just a bigger, hotter version of mine. Using my legs as leverage I got into
a rhythm and started jerking my cock. The pleasure of riding raw started to
build. Both our bodies were covered in sweat. Sitting up, my brother
wrapped his arms around my body and kissed me. We'd known each other all
our lives but we'd lost touched. Now we were in sync, two brothers
rediscovering each other through the act of mating.

I want you to breed me, I told my brother. He probably had never heard the
word used that way, but the meaning was plain enough. You sure? He
asked. Thought you didn't want my load inside, he smirked. Hey fucker, I
grunted. Just finish the job, ok? Alright, he agreed. I'll breed you good
lil bro, don't you worry.

With both hands on my hips he started ramming my body onto his rod like I
was some kind of weight machine. I held on to my brother by his traps and
deltoids, though they were already hot and slippery with sweat from our
workout. He'd built his body for this and now it was going to deliver. You
know, my brother rasped, it's too bad I can't get you pregnant. With that
he started to cum, spurting load after load of baby-makers in my gut to
join those that were already there. Knowing that I was getting bred
triggered my own release. Cum blasted out my shaft and landed on our skin,
turning the sweat streaks milky and viscous. More poured out of my
overflowing hole and down my brother's shaft and balls to make a wet spot
on the bed. The air was practically humid from the sweat and semen, and the
smell from us fucking hung thick.

My brother fell back onto the bed and his cock went soft. I rolled onto my
back, gasping for air, the thump of my heartbeat in my ear. The last thing
I remember before I dozed off was my brother's hand on my stomach and the
sound of his breathing.

He was still sleeping when I woke up to the buzzing sound of a smartphone
in a dark room. There were a dozen missed calls and angry text messages
from his girlfriend. I nudged my brother awake. A phone call and a few fast
and loose lies later, he hurriedly put on his clothes... before realizing
that he couldn't go meet his girlfriend smelling like sex. So he hopped in
and out of the shower, got dressed, and was gone. I went back to bed and
after finding a spot without still-damp cum, I slept some more.

Later that night I woke up a second time, this time with an urge to
shit. But the only thing that came out was the cum my brother had put
inside me.

It was on the way back from the toilet that I found the broken condom. Or
what should have been a broken condom. Because it wasn't broken at all. I
shook my head and laughed. Fuck me.

I'd always known my brother was a devious little fucker, but I was coming
to realize that he didn't just like playing games, he lived for them.
Knowing something that the other person didn't was what made his day. Like
knowing a condom was broken when I didn't. Or knowing a condom wasn't, when
I thought it was. Even when he cheated me of fifty bucks, it hadn't been
for the money, but the simple pleasure of knowing I was fifty short before
I did. And on and on it went.

My brother was trouble, pure and simple. Unless I could find a game to
occupy him, he was going to think up new ways of fucking with me.
Fortunately, I thought I knew the game that would end all games.

In the morning, I called my parents.