Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2020 09:52:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: doctordestiny@comcast.net
Subject: How Did My Bro Know?

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HOW DID MY BRO KNOW?



By Dudley Jarvis-North

When I was 19 and a sophomore in college, my family moved from Boston to a
town about 30 miles away on the South Shore of Massachusetts. I didn't have
a car, so I moved in with my 28-year-old brother and his wife in order to
continue my studies.

I slept on the sofa in the living room and took the T -- public
transportation -- to school and work. My sister-in-law was pregnant and
when I got home late from my job, my brother had taken her to the hospital
as their baby was about to arrive.

It was late -- around 1 -- when my brother got home. I pulled out the
blanket and sheets for the sofa. My brother surprised me by saying, "Why
don't you sleep in the bed?" We had slept together in a double bed in my
parents' apartment growing up before he got married, but I was a kid then.

My brother was tall for an Italian guy -- about 5-11, slender, perhaps 155
pounds. He had wavy black hair, green eyes, and olive complexion. I never
really thought of him as attractive, but I began to see him differently as
I became interested in men. I had spied him heading to the bathroom a few
times in the morning in just his tightey-whiteys, and it registered that he
had a hot body, a smattering of chest hair and long, furry legs. He had
always been nice to me growing up, but also distant. He wasn't much for
emotions or expressions of enthusiasm. He wasn't a talker like our two
oldest brothers. More quietly masculine and reserved.

I answered with "Sure." One night on a real mattress was appealing. I
hopped into bed where my sister-in-law usually slept and settled on my side
with my back facing away from my brother. A light from the three-decker
building next door shone through the shades on the two windows in the
bedroom so I could see that my brother was lying on his back and without
the blanket. His white Jockey briefs sparkled in the light.

My mind entertained sexual thoughts and what it would be like with him. I
had never seen him or my other brothers naked. Of course, I wondered what
they looked like down there. Then, I told myself to stop with the fantasies
or I'd never get to sleep.

My brother seemed restless, tossing and turning and eventually I felt his
body pull closer to my back. I could feel his heat as we were wearing only
briefs. His bare chest touched my back and his legs were spooning mine. His
arm cupped my body lightly. I thought he was just trying to get comfortable
with all of his jumpy maneuvers, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it
backwards against the front of his briefs. My fantasies notwithstanding, I
was shocked. Was this really happening?

I touched him and felt his hard appendage. It was big.

I wondered how he knew I was game for this kind of activity. I had never
told anyone in the family and wasn't obviously gay. Perhaps he had seen me
looking at his package straining against the khaki pants he usually wore.

He grabbed my hand and rubbed it up and down his hard penis. I could tell,
even through the cotton of his briefs, that he was uncircumcised. There was
no telltale ridge, no bulging helmet of a circumcised dick. He let out a
moan as I rubbed his penis and I began to wonder what it looked like.

I decided to roll the dice. Perhaps this would be my last opportunity to
have sex with him. I turned around and faced him. Before I could make a
move, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me downward.

I was face to face with his briefs and the tip of his foreskin climbing
over the elastic band.

I had blown two of my friends in the neighborhood in our "clubhouse" in a
basement, so sucking dick was not unfamiliar. But doing it to my brother?
That was another story.

I decided not to overthink it. My brother never said a word as I tugged at
both sides of his briefs and shimmied them down. My eyes had adjusted to
the dim light enough that I could see his exquisite pubic hair that ran
several inches above his dick. It was black and lavish, delightfully
framing his dick and balls. I pushed my nose onto his crotch and smelled
his pubes. They were moist -- this was a humid July night. They smelled
like a man's pubes should smell, ripe and gamey.

I set my nose on his large low hangers and licked them as he uttered a
sigh. His balls bounced around as I endeavored to get them both in my
mouth. They were too big. I settled for one at a time, lathering the first
one with spittle. I caressed it with my tender lips before doing the same
with the other one.

What I really wanted was his fat 8-incher in my mouth. The two guys I had
blown had been circumcised and hung average, so this was special for many
reasons. I had never sucked an uncut one or anything that big.

I flicked my tongue onto the tip and used my hand to pull the skin back. It
felt silky as I threaded it below his helmet. His odor was strong. Piss,
sweat, and a hint of cheese greeted my nose. His scent excited me beyond
words. He did not smell at all of Dial soap, but of something more
primal. The guys I had sucked used to joke about "head cheese," as they
called it. They considered uncircumcised dicks dirty, and while they played
with mine, they refused to suck it. As I put my nose inside my brother's
moist foreskin, I chuckled to myself that they didn't know what they were
missing.

I used my tongue to lick up and down the sizeable head and cleaned my bro
of the strong scents that would have repelled guys who like only cut cock.

All of my ministrations on his foreskin and inside it caused him to moan
with delight. This might have been the most excited I had ever seen him
get. I teased him, nibbling on his foreskin and using my tongue to
sandpaper under it. This made ample precum seep out.

The next thing I knew, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth
onto his dick -- just the head at first. I had to open wide to accommodate
him. My hands felt the heat emanating from his ass cheeks as I held on to
him for leverage. I pursed my lips, gently pulling his skin up and down
past his prepuce and up to the point that it covered the head. He had a
loose foreskin -- lucky man -- so I had no problem using only my lips.

I sensed he was getting impatient -- it was about 2 am and he had to get to
work early. He grabbed the back of my head and slid a few inches inside
before stopping and letting it sit in my mouth. I wondered how much of it I
could take. I would find out presently.

He tried 5 inches and then 6. His dick reached the back of my throat. He
hadn't said a word during this entire encounter; then he spoke. "Relax your
throat, bro, and this will go easier. I know I'm big, but I have a feeling
you can handle it."

Wow. More recognition that he knew far more about me than I would have
imagined.

He pushed in a little more and I gagged for the first time. He told me to
breathe through my nose, that I'd get used to it, that he wanted to feel my
throat muscles massage his dick.

I accepted this challenge as if I were competing in the Olympic
Games. Although I felt a need to gag now and then, I was intent on pleasing
him. I had tasted the flavors in his foreskin; now I was eager to taste his
cum.

I let him have my throat as I concentrated on getting him off. He didn't
fuck my mouth with brutality. It was more a slow and gentle assault that
had me in rapture. I loved that I was getting him aroused.

He pulled out a couple of inches before going all the way back in, then
raised the ante to almost the whole 8 inches, driving it in and out of my
mouth. He kept moaning "oh, Jesus" and "oh, fuck" -- I had never heard him
use the F word before. "You were born to suck cock, bro. I always knew
that. I was waiting for you to reach the right age."

In a few minutes, he let out a loud moan and I felt his load shoot out of
his piss slit into the back of my throat. He retreated a few inches so that
his cum could fill my mouth and I could taste it. There was a lot. My
sister-in-law's pregnancy apparently had greatly curtailed his sex life.

I didn't swallow right away. I savored the taste. It was pungent and ripe
but not unpleasant, more mature than the cum I had taken from the younger
guys I had sucked. It had a touch of sweetness as well. I loved his cum
sitting in my mouth, but I wanted to complete the act by having it in my
belly. I swallowed his thick Italian cream. He patted me on the head as if
to say, "good boy" and reached down and yanked up his tightey-whiteys.

He turned over and went to sleep as I licked my lips and pondered what had
just gone down. His cum flavor stayed on my breath and I realized that I
loved dick and cum more than anything in the world.

Nothing more was said about our antics the next morning.

As I tried to sleep, all I could think about was how good his big dick
would feel up my ass.



Other stories I've posted are The Bass Player, The Pact (both
Sept. 13,'17), James (Jan. 26, '18), At the Underwear Rack (2 parts, April
23 `19) -- all in Encounters); Drink It (2 parts, Sept. 24, '18) and Lesson
at Rock River (Nov. 6, '18 -- Urination); Aaron's Basement (Jan. 12, '18 --
Adult Youth); Taken in the Woods (May 28, '18), Forced Reenactment
(Dec. 14, 2019) The Punishment that Wasn't (Feb. 9, 2020) --
Authoritarian); the 4-part Camping with Josh (Sept. 24, '18 -- Camping) and
William the Great (3 parts, Jan, 16, '19 (High School),

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