Date: Thu, 01 Oct 1998 13:12:47 PDT
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: I DISCOVER MY BROTHER by Eagleman

   I DISCOVER MY BROTHER by Eagleman
      Comments welcomed and needed:  Eagleman_50@hotmail.com

   When I was seventeen I discovered my fifteen-year old brother.  I don't
mean I didn't know he existed and found him somewhere.  I mean I discovered
him!  Before my discovery he had existed in my world.  We grew up together
in the same house; we talked, played sometime and fought like brothers do.
But one day I discovered him.  Before I tell you about my discovery let me
give you some background on me.
   My name is Chris.  I live with my brother, Charlie, my mother and father
in a nice little suburban development.  I guess it's considered
middle-class: two cars, private house and all that shit.  It's pretty
cool. Like most of the families in the development we're black and
striving.  Anyway, when I was fifteen I had a friend named Brian.  We spent
a lot of time together, particularly at his house.  His parents worked a
lot and he was pretty much on his own.
   One day we were in his room just fooling around when he asked me about
jerking off: whether I did it, how much, the usual questions.  I told him
of course I did it and I did it as much as I could.  He looked at me funny
and asked if I wanted to do it with him.  I thought it was cool.  We pulled
our pants down, took out our johnsons and whanked them.  It was fun.  It
was the most intense orgasm I had had up to that time.  We did that for a
while but soon it stopped being as much fun.  Then Brian brought up sucking
dicks.  Again, I thought it was a cool idea, so we did it.  This was
fantastic.  He sucked me and then I sucked him.  Awesome!  I blew the
biggest load of my life - right down his throat.  I didn't know it then but
I was a born cocksucker, so was Brian.  This didn't get stale like jerking
off, but we wanted more.  Once again Brian had an idea.
   One afternoon he showed me a magazine with some pictures of guys
fucking.  I wanted to try it immediately.  We did and the rest is history.
We both loved fucking and getting fucked and tried every position
imaginable.  With his parents gone all the time we had a lot of time to
experiment. I learned to delay my orgasm, to ejaculate and keep screwing, I
learned to push his prostate - all kinds of shit.  Then my world caved in -
Brian's parents moved across country.
   I knew by then that I was gay.  I really didn't have any problems with
it, except that I was horny all the time.  But I was seventeen, who isn't
at that age?  I was really suffering in my enforced celibacy.  There were
guys at school who were interesting, but somehow I just didn't connect with
them, at that time.  As I said, I was suffering.  Then I discovered my
brother, Charlie.
   We had separate bedrooms that were connected by a bathroom.  Our house
was a split-level and we were on the top.  My parents bedroom was on the
first level and it was on the other side of the house.  We had a lot of
privacy.  One Saturday morning my parents had gone our early and we were
alone in the house. I got up to take a piss.  When I pushed open the
bathroom door, Charlie was in there.  He had just finished taking a shower
and was drying off.  I looked at him and it was like a light came on in my
head.
   "Oh shit!" I was staring at my brother.
   "What's wrong, Chris?  What's the problem?"  Charlie was looking at me
wondering what my problem was.
   "Nothing, dude, nothing."
   "Why did you say, `oh shit,' if nothing is wrong."  I stood there
thinking and then decided, what the hell.
   "I just realized, you are one handsome black kid."  Charlie grinned, big
time.
   "You think so?  I wished I was as nice as you, Chris."  Then Charlie did
an unbelievable thing - he reached up and ran his hands across my chest.
That was like saying 'sic em' do a dog - my dick began to respond
immediately. Soon I had a very pronounced tent in my boxers.  I couldn't
hide it.
   Charlie was just admiring me, at least that was what I thought. Then his
hand moved down to my stomach and he pushed a finger into my navel.  What
was this kid doing?  All this time I was just standing there, at his mercy.
Then I noticed it - Charlie's dick stood straight up and pointed at me, all
seven inches of it.  At the same time he reached into my boxers and pulled
my dick out.
   "Oh shit," he said, "look at that big thang."  Now, I have nine inches
and I'm pretty proud of it, but my little brother's admiration really made
me grin.  I took his dick in my hand and pulled it gently.  He groaned.
   "You gonna be there one day, Charlie. You're almost there now.  This is
nice, kid."
   "You like it, Chris?"
   "Yep.  I'm gonna show you how much I like it."  I got down on my knees
and took Charlie's teenage cock in my mouth.  With my experience I could
take the whole thing in.  I didn't waste anytime licking it or caressing it
or any other stuff, I just started sucking.
   "Oh my God, oh Chris, oooooo."  Charlie couldn't believe it.  His big
brother was sucking his dick.  I got into it for real.  My mouth moved up
and down on his shaft, sucking like a vacuum.  I made love to his dick with
my mouth.  I took it in all the way down to the pubes and then pulled back
so that just the head was in my mouth.  I nibbled the head and then went
back down on it.  Charlie started shaking, he was cuming.  I looked up at
him and saw the ecstasy on his face - what a beautiful kid!  He cried out,
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, Chriiiiiiiiis."  Then he shot his load, or I should say,
loads.  He just came and came and came.  I couldn't believe it - so much
jism.  I swallowed every bit of it, though; didn't waste a drop.  When he
recovered he looked at me like I was an angel.
   "On man, that was dope!" I was still on my knees in front of him and he
fell over on me and just lay there -his head against mine.  Finally he
turned his head and kissed me.  I pulled myself up and put my lips to his
and kissed him back.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth and joined mine
with his and tasted him.  My arms encircled him and pulled him tightly
against me.  I moved my arms down his back, caressing him, reaching for his
hot ass.  I found it.  I cupped his ass cheeks and noted that there were
firm, rounded and nice.  They protruded like two ball-bearings.  I couldn't
believe how beautiful they were to the touch. Charlie had a fabulous booty.
   "Man, this shit is nice," I whispered in his ear.
   "Chris, oh man.  I love this, I love this."  Charlie's emphasis was on
the word love.  He drew it out as he said it to let me know that this was
cool with him.  I released him, picked him up in my arms and carried him
into my room.  I laid him down on my bed and got on top of him.
   "Chris?"
   "Yeah, man?"
   "You gonna fuck me?"
   "Only if you want me to, little brother.  Only if you want me to."
   "I want you to, please.  I can take it."  This kid was unbelievable.
Where had he been all my life?
   "Oh shit, Charlie, I love you.  I love you, little brother.  I'm gonna
fuck you, then you're gonna fuck me, is that a deal?"
   "Deal, dude, deal."  I scooted down on Charlie, licking and kissing my
way down.  I got between his legs and picked them up.  I pushed them back.
   "Hook your arms behind your knees and hold them to your chest.  Yeah,
like that."
   I looked at Charlie's little puckered asshole.  It was inviting me in.
I bent down and kissed it.  He moaned softly.  I licked his hole.  My
tongue moved up and down savoring it, tasting it.  Then I stuck my tongue
in and began preparing his hole for my invasion.  I let spit ooze out into
his hole.  I also reached as deep as I could with my tongue.  I knew what
he had in there.  I took my tongue out, wet a finger and pushed it in -
deep.  I found it! He responded by bouncing on the bed.  This kid was gonna
enjoy this.
   I reached into my draw and got some lube.  I lubed my nine-inch dick and
put the head to his tiny little hole.  It always amazed me that these
little holes can accommodate these big dicks, but who's complaining.  I
pushed.  He groaned.  I pushed again. He groaned some more.  I knew he was
in pain, but I thought 'no pain, no gain.' I pushed on.  I bent over and
kissed him and kept pushing.  It took a while, I mean I had to stop and let
him adjust, but finally I was all the way in.  It was hot, tight and
fabulous.  I waited for Charlie.  He adjusted and then he did something
fantastic - he squeezed his sphincter muscle. I moaned and he squeezed
again.
   "Oh God, Charlie, do it again, do it again!" So he did.
   "You're fantastic, little brother.  You ready?"
   "Give it to me, dude.  Don't stop until I tell you."  I know I didn't
hear that right - 'don't stop until I tell you.'  Charlie had no idea what
he was saying.  He was delirious with pleasure.
   I fucked my little brother. No words will do justice to how I fucked him
that Saturday morning. I plowed in and pulled out.  I stroked and pumped.
His guts opened up and took my nine-inch johnson deep and long.  As I
pushed in he lifted his ass to meet my thrusts so that I stroked his joy
button and gave him intense pleasure. He held me tight and rubbed my back
and cooed in my ear.  He urged me on.
   "Fuck me, Chris, fuck mmmmmmmmeeeeeee.  Do it, champ, do it.  Make me
cum again."
   "This is for you, Charlie, for you, babe."
   "Give me that black rod, yeah.  Push that thang in me."
   I did.  I pulled myself up and grabbed the headboard of the bed.  I used
it to anchor myself and I pushed from the hips like a machine.  I squeezed
and held my orgasm off.  I kept plowing.
   Charlie had put his legs around my waist and was squeezing me in. I had
to release the headboard and fall back down on him.  He liked the closeness
of the fuck.  I put my arms around his neck and cradled his head in my
arms.  I nibbled his ears and sucked his earlobes.  He kept whispering in
my ear and calling my name.
   "OH Chris, Chris, Chris--"
   Every so often I would lift up and look at my long black dick plowing
into his hole.  I would pull it out and look at the hole, enlarged by my
penis.  Charlie would whimper for it to go back in and I complied.  I did
this several times.  Then I pushed it back in, lay down in his embrace and
kept plowing.
   I really don't know how long I fucked my little brother.  It seemed to
be I tooled him for at least an hour, but it was probably more like forty
minutes.  Whatever it was, it was a long time.  I don't know how his virgin
ass stood it, but I couldn't let up.  I was mesmerized.
   Finally, I felt my orgasm coming and this time I got ready to released.
I pushed into him deep and pulled out one last time.  I threw back my head
and screamed.
   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH."  At the same time Charlie shot his
load.  The friction on his prostate pushed him to an orgasm. He joined with
me as he howled out his joy.
   "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, shitttttttttttt."  I was glad our parents were out.
This had been one noisy encounter.
   We just lay there, spent, but thoroughly satisfied.  I couldn't believe
it: here I was, busy trying to maneuver any number of guys into my bed,
when all along I had the most fantastic guy right there in the house with
me.  It was fabulous. What I liked about Charlie is that he was like me, he
really enjoyed sex.  He had no qualms or hang-ups, he just loved making
love.
   That Saturday morning will go down in history as the most awesome fuck
session any two brothers ever had.  I taught Charlie all my secrets.  I
lost track of the number of times we came.  By the time our parents got
home we were fucked out - exhausted!  But it didn't matter, we slept,
renewed our strength and got back into it that night.  That's what youth is
like.
   I had discovered my brother.