Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2016 11:40:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Getting Him Experienced

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*****

"Shit," Keegan said quietly, then balled up his fist and smacked his
thigh. "Can't believe I got catfished, bro. What an asshole."

My little brother's first attempt at a date had gone south. I'd been
hanging out at the Barnes & Noble, like he'd asked, keeping an eye on him
in the cafe section. We'd both expected this pretty good-looking dude
around his age, from the other high school, to turn up. Instead, this older
guy, some assistant-GameStop-manager-looking creep, had showed. Like he was
going to have a chance with my brother, the cute, 17-year-old soccer
jock. It had been a total bust, and now we were heading home again, both of
us kind of bummed about it. Me and Keegs were tight, and I'd been hoping
for this for him almost as much as he was.

"He's the asshole, man, not you," I said, but he just shook his head,
stared out the window.

"No, Jake, you don't get it," he said. "I really wanted to... shit... I
don't know, I guess it was different for you. You always had all those
girls after you. I just wanted to see what it's like, even just to kiss
someone. Be close with them like that, you know? And I really was hoping
that maybe this might be my chance... just to see if all this being gay
bullshit was worth it."

Man, I hurt for the kid, I did. He was right, it sure was easier for
me. I'd long lost my cherry by the time I was his age, had a string of
girls through high school, plenty of fun along the way. It was hard to
imagine what it must be like for Keegan, not having hardly any options like
that, nothing so easy. And then to get your hopes dashed by some creep in a
mall bookstore like that. It got me thinking, about how hard things were
for him, how awesome that first kissing experience with somebody you liked
really was, even if you didn't do much of the other stuff - just that
connection. That closeness. I thought about all the shit we'd been through,
together and individually, how tight we'd stayed, even as most of my
friends and their brothers fought and argued and grew apart. I thought
about how much I loved the kid. Wondered if I really would do anything for
him, like I told myself. Thought about how I saw him look at me sometimes,
the thoughts I had about that, the things I'd wondered. And I decided.

"Dude, where are we going?" he asked, as I passed our turn onto Oak Hollow
and headed up towards Braden Lake. I gave him a smile.

"I don't think you want to go home right now, and no way I'm gonna let you
shut yourself up in your room and feel bad for yourself, OK? Just trust
me."

I'd brought girls up here sometimes back in high school, up to one of the
scenic turnouts above the reservoir, but I told myself this was different,
as I parked the Accord and shut it off.

"C'mon, dude," I said. "It's a nice night. Let's go for a walk."

We'd always gone for walks when shit got tough, when the folks were raging
at each other, turning our boyhood adventures into a chance to escape all
the craziness and connect. Work things out. Hear each other. Talk shit
through. That's part of what had kept us tight, made us as close as we were
now. And as we walked along the bike path in the dark, we talked, about how
he felt about life, his search, his fears. My assurances that things were
going to be much easier in a few months, down at State with me. I'd
promised that I was gonna get him laid, bigtime, when he joined me down
there. But nobody likes to be told to wait, to hold off, to bide their
time, not when they're on fire with anticipation for something they've been
craving. It's how I felt about losing my virginity, so I got it. And when I
wandered us off the path, down by the water, a quiet, private place, I took
his hand in mine. Squeezed it. He startled at first, not expecting that
from me, even as close as we were, but then he squeezed back. And we were
just bros again, us against the world, making our way together.

"I know you've been hoping for something, bro," I said quietly. "You wanted
so bad for tonight to be the night when something happened, yeah?"

"Yeah," he said in a quiet, sad voice, and my heart almost broke for him.

"It really won't always be this way, Keegs. But for tonight, at least,
well..."

I ran out of words. All I had left was balls, so before they shriveled up,
I wrapped my arm round him, swept him in close and pressed my lips to
his. He gasped, went rigid against me, but he didn't pull away, either. If
anything, the longer I held my lips to his, the more he relaxed, and
slowly, gently, we kissed.

"Let me do this for you, buddy," I said gently, before he could protest,
and pulled him in and really kissed him this time.

I was a good kisser, and as it turned out, he was too. Our lips slowly
parted, and when my tongue flicked against his, he moaned into me. I was
surprised at how much I was enjoying this, especially given the
circumstances. But fuck, it was just a kiss, right? Sure, it was weird, but
I'd made out with a dude or two at school, when the drinks flowed, when
bets were made, when girls had challenged us at a party - that had actually
happened, twice. But I'd risen to the occasion, for Keegan this
time. Because he was a good dude, my little bro, and all he really wanted
was something like this. A connection, even if just for a few minutes. And
for all the breakups he'd supported me through, all the girl bullshit he'd
listened to from me over the years, well, I could do this. Could man up for
him.

But the kid could kiss, for sure, and like a good kiss always does to me, I
was hard as an iron bar in my pants. It went on longer than I expected, but
when he curled his hand round the back of my neck, clutched my hip with the
other one, and really fed me a good dose of his agile young tongue, I
growled, and kissed him some more. I was way into this. From the hard brush
of his bone against my thigh, I could tell how alike we were wired. When my
hand found the hard, soccer-honed curve of his ass in his jeans, on
instinct, the way he shivered in my big arms and pressed tighter, kissed me
even deeper, I knew this wouldn't be the end of whatever this was
becoming. The Intro Psych professor had called it the "lizard brain", that
primal urge inside us all, and the lizard was well and truly alive inside
mine right now.

"Fuck... shit," I panted, staring at him when we finally broke it
off. "Sorry, Keegs, I dunno what..."

"Dude, shut up," he said all huskily, sounding like a man, and I couldn't
help but be proud of him in the moment. "There's something I want
to... I've been thinking about... if you'll let me, bro..."

Before I could stop him, his fingers were on my belt, undoing it, then my
jeans, popping the buttons, exposing the hard bulge in my boxer briefs. I
could have stopped him. Probably should have stopped him. But the dick is
blind, it wants what it wants, and I was too lust-fogged and surprised and
amazed and turned the fuck on to stop him. Even if I wanted to. The lizard
brain spoke up in my head, whispering that no, I really did not want to at
all. Even as Keegs moaned lustily at the sight of my bulge. Even as his
fingers touched it, traced it, tentatively at first, then more boldly,
responding to the throb of my big, hard dick. Even as he looked up at me in
the moonlight, a mix of determination, desire and affection on his face,
and hooked his hand inside the fabric and pulled me out into the air.

They say dudes give the best head of all, and I won't lie and say I haven't
thought about it, like I won't lie and say that I didn't let that young
assistant coach from State suck a load or three out of my big young dick,
back in that summer football camp my senior year of high school when our
folks were flaming out and things were weird all over. That I didn't look
him up on Facebook one lonely, boring night the next year, my freshman year
down at State myself, and let him do it again. Off and on that whole
semester. Keegs might not have had the talent of some of the girls I knew
now, or that assistant coach, but he for damn sure sucked better cock than
girls did in high school. If he nicked my shaft with a stray tooth or
choked on it some, well, he more than made up for it with his enthusiasm,
for the sloppy warmth of his spit, the eager working of his tongue, the
hungry, happy sounds he made as he made my balls tighten up.

"Keegs... buddy..." I moaned, grasping his short blond hair. "You better
back up bro... gonna fuckin' cum, kid..."

My little brother just grunted and sucked with more determination, and
already his technique was improving exponentially, his hand cupping my
spit-slicked balls, the other working the inches of shaft he couldn't quite
swallow yet. Yet, I found myself thinking, then picturing him doing this
more, again, all break, all summer, me and Keegs fooling around, and that
did me in. I moaned, then bellowed, echoing across the lake as I began to
shoot and shoot and shoot, harder than I'd done in forever, all the while,
my little brother hungrily sucking and swallowing, gulping down each shot
of my cum.

"God... fucking... damn!"  I gasped, staggering back against the picnic
table behind us, jeans down around my knees, my cock rubbery and slick with
cum and spit. My brother's spit.

Keegan stared at me from his knees, wiping his mouth, spitting a mouthful
of stuff into the grass, looking almost apologetic. Almost afraid. As my
cock softened, I slowly pulled my shorts up, then my jeans. I couldn't look
at him at first, but that seemed cruel, especially after what he'd just
done for me. Way beyond just me kissing him a little. This was huge. Fuck,
I loved this kid. This was weird, probably wrong - no, definitely wrong -
but it was for us. For him. And already, my lizard brain was
thinking... about what else a horny, hungry young dude would want to
do... what a gay dude might want to try... what other stuff I could maybe,
just maybe, just between us, think about helping him with...

Mom was on a date with that accountant guy neither of us much cared for, so
the house was quiet when we got home. Keegs hadn't said much on the ride
home, both of us had too much to think about, I guess, but his mood was
better. He seemed... happier. Lighter, maybe. He said a quiet, shy
goodnight, and made for the stairs up to his room, but I grabbed his
elbow. Nodded at the door down to the basement, to the rec room and my old
bedroom. He came with me wordlessly, and when I pushed him onto the couch
and pressed my lips to his, he moaned with a mix of surprise and pleasure,
and kissed me back. Didn't resist when I started to undo his shirt.

"So you got a taste, bro," I said as I got his shirt open, off his
shoulders, then hooked mine up and off my muscled, bigger torso as he
stared hungrily. "But there's more you want to try, yeah?"

He nodded dumbly, watching me kick my shoes off and undo my pants, before
he started to catch up, yanking at his own jeans as he watched me strip.

"Well let's get you some experience then, buddy," I grinned as we got down
to our underwear and slipped into another brotherly embrace.

Before too long, he was losing his cherry, and this time, to the right
guy. The guy who respected him, loved him best of all. I took his cherry
with all the love and care a big brother could, and from the way he
responded, the way he came all over the muscles of my chest with my big
hard dick thrusting up inside of him, deep up into that incredible, silky
tightness I'd never experienced before... that I knew I wanted to try
again, and again... the lizard brain got to whispering to me again, making
me wonder things... wonder how it would feel to lose that last cherry this
straight boy had. Wonder if those good feelings I got when I slipped a
finger inside myself while I jacked off weren't just the tip of an
iceberg. Wonder if I'd moan, and shake, and come as hard as Keegan did,
with a hard young jock dick inside of me. Keegan's dick. Maybe I was ready
for more of a taste myself, too.