Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 03:01:26 -0400 (EDT) From: Milford Slabaugh Subject: Like the Real Thing LIKE THE REAL THING By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM Brand came in the door holding something behind his back I couldn't quite see, and a grin on his face that I recognized far too well, and so did Mom. "Hey, Mom, Farley, guess what I got?" Mom's face etched a grimace of dread. "I'm afraid to find out." "Come on, what is it?" I chipped in. Brand was nineteen and in the local university, I was fourteen and totally envious of the newfound freedom he had. Mom had sort of stopped trying to boss him around, he stayed out long as he wanted and Mom never asked a question about where he was or when he'd be back. Oh, she worried...but she didn't ask. I'd always had a bit of hero-worship of my older brother, and it had only gotten worse now that I only saw him when he didn't happen to have a date or something better to do. "Here it is!" And Brand pulled it out and presented it. I blinked, not really recognizing it at first. But Mom did. "Oh, God, Brand, that is gross!" Then I did recognize it. "It's a stone dick!" "No, it's resin, that looks like stone." Brand explained. "You like it?" "Don't be vulgar, Brand!" Mom chided Brand, the strongest discipline she used on him these days. "Know what's special about it?" "Brand!" "No. What?" I asked, looking at it more closely. A pretty nice size for a dick, I mean, it was like nine inches long, a slight curve to it, the head was like a mushroom with a flaring ridge at the widest part. "It's mine." I looked at Brand in the face, then, not getting it. "Huh?" "I mean, this is my penis. Mine, captured for posterity." Brand beamed fatuously at that. "A girl I was dating, she's an artist and she asked me to, uh, pose for her. Cast a mold around it and then poured the resin in to capture my manhood for the ages. She made this one for me as a souvenir." "You're seeing this girl?" Mom asked, a tone that said she hoped the answer was no. "Not any more. Heck, I'd kind of forgotten about it until she looked me up to give me this. I think she's making a collection, you ask me." "Well, take that thing and put it in your room. Don't be waving it about." Mom said. "Can I see it?" I asked. "Sure." And Brand handed it to me. At first, this was simple curiosity by me. But then I wrapped my hands around it and I suddenly thought, "This is how Brand's cock would feel." and I felt really weird. I mean, I had my hands around it, both of them, and my hand closer to the head began to stroke it back and forth. This is how it would feel if I was stroking my big brother's cock. "It's so big." I said softly. "Brand!" Mom said sharply. "Take that thing and put it up in your room, right now!" "Okay, Mom, sheesh! It's just a piece of art." Brand sounded sheepish, like maybe this wasn't such a good joke, after all, showing your hard cock (even a resin molding of it) to your mother and little brother. "Farley, you need to go do your homework." "Aw, Mom, I don't have any homework." "Then go to your room and play video games." Mom said sharply. "Okay, okay." I said and followed my older brother up the stairs. Well out of her earshot, I said to Brand, "She got kind of mad, didn't she?" "Yeah." Brand said. "I guess I shouldn't have shown it to her. I just thought it was funny." "It is." I grinned at Brand. "Only how did you make a mold of it hard like that? Doesn't a mold like that take some time?" I'd had a kid's toy that let you pour molds of insects and such, that took a while to set. "Yeah." Brand said. "Nearly a half hour. She had a porn video running and she also told me what she'd do with my boner after the mold was set. That was better than the porn." "So what happened after she had the mold?" I asked. "She delivered on her promises." Brand smirked at me. "Every one of them." I breathed out hard. "You lucky dog." "I know. Don't worry, Farley, you grow up, you'll get your share. We'll have a beer together and share stories, okay?" "Sure." I agreed, and Brand took his resin cock facsimile into his room and closed the door. I went on into mine. Thought about that cock sculpture I'd been holding. God, it'd been so big! Brand had a cock like that? It was twice the size of mine, maybe more. I was fourteen, I had most of my own growth down there, I had five inches and a bit, and couldn't hope for it to get any bigger or fatter. I heard Brand go back downstairs about ten minutes later. Then I heard his car start up. He was leaving, probably another date, he had dates about twice or three times a week. He'd be gone until the early morning hours, most likely. And his cock sculpture was in his room. And I'd had that long to think this all through. Curiosity, you know. I was fourteen and my body was doing things you have to shudder to remember when you're grown up, your hormones are making your brain half-crazy, and your cock has a mind of its own. And mine was throbbing right now. I was going to take that resin representation of Brand's cock and I was going to grease it up and I was going to shove it up my ass. To see what it felt like. And to see if that was really what I wanted more than I wanted to fuck a girl. There, I said it. I wanted to know, really know, if I was gay or not. And my brother never had to know I'd used his cock to find out if I was. I wondered if I'd have to search his room. I'd been in his room a few times (that hero worship again), but mostly I'd respected his privacy then, just looked around at things out in the open. But if I had to pull open a few drawers to find it, then I would, that's all. I didn't. Brand had simply put it on top on his dresser. It had a flat base under the ballsac, so it stood upright, tall and proud. I grabbed it and trucked it back to my own room. I had some Vaseline in a jar already there. I greased the resin cock with a thick coat, then stripped completely naked and lay on my back on the bed and started trying to put it up my butt. At first, I couldn't find the opening, I mean, you sit on the toilet and it takes care of itself, same thing when you wipe it with the toilet paper, you know? I got a lot of the grease on my butt before I found that little soft spot that had to be my butthole. And pushed on it and it didn't want to go in. I mean, it didn't want to go in. I was grunting, and it hurt like hell. But I knew gay guys took cocks up the ass all the time! It had to go in, it had to! How could I find out if I liked it if I couldn't even get it up my butt? So I got off the bed and put the fake dong on the floor. Squatted over it. If I couldn't push it in with my hands, maybe I could sit down and let my weight take care of it. Again, I missed it time and again and got more Vaseline all over my ass. But then it matched up and I squatted lower. Pain, lots of pain, and then it popped inside. Good, that was half the battle. It slid in a little ways and then it stuck again. Shit, it hurt! Wish I'd used more Vaseline, or put more on. But I was committed, and maybe this meant I didn't want to be fucked by guys after all. Maybe this was just a phase I was going through or something. But I had to be sure, get it all in me, far enough to know that I didn't want this after all. Once I had this big fat mother driven in deep I could know for a fact that I wasn't gay, I wasn't! I shoved down again, squatting some more. And my left foot slipped out from under me. I went down and I went down hard and I went down sidewise. And Brand's cock sculpture broke! I mean it broke in two, and part of it ended up in my ass, all the way inside! I was on my side and I was moaning and I was in trouble, I mean big trouble! God, it'd take a doctor to get this out of me, and I'd never live it down, I'd be that crazy kid that broke a fake cock off in his ass trying to push it in! Oh, God, oh, God! "Mom!" I wailed out. "Mom, Mom!" Mom would be mortified and then I'd be mortified worse. But I had a cock broken off in my ass and right now, that was more important. Maybe she could help me get it out without calling a doctor and... "Farley? Farley, what is it?" Brand's voice came as he opened the door. And saw his naked little brother lying on the floor. "What the fuck happened here?" "I was just curious!" I babbled. "I wanted to try it out and it broke off inside me!" "You broke my cock?" Brand was still figuring things out. "Yeah, I broke it." "Where's the rest of it?" "It's in my ass, Brand, you got to get it out, please!" "It's in your...shit!" "I know, I know, I was stupid, I'm sorry, but get it out, please!" "Shit, man! Shit!" "Brand, you got to help me, please!" "Okay, okay. Shit! Just, let's get you up on the bed, so I can see what's happened." "It's inside my ass, all of it, I can feel it in there, God, Brand!" Brand's hand caught my arm and hauled me up. "Now, calm down, Farley. It went in, it'll come out the same way." "But it's all the way inside!" "Lie down on the bed, no, just your upper body. Kneel down and lay on your stomach." I obeyed, and my ass was displayed for my big brother's inspection. "I can see a bit of it sticking out." he said. "Pull it out, pull it out!" "Easy, it's just a little bit." Brand went on. "Maybe if you strained like you were trying to take a shit?" I did so, and he grunted. "Yeah, like that. Keep pushing, it's coming out slowly." I kept pushing and he said, "Ah, that's good, I got hold of it now. Damn, Farley, you got nearly all of my cock in your ass here. What were you trying to do?" Brand's hand was pulling it out, slowly. "I just...I was just curious." I gasped as I felt the shaft pulling out of me. "Wanted to know what it was like. What it felt like." "So you used my cock?" "Well...yeah." I admitted. "Why didn't you use a banana or a cucumber?" "I wanted to know what a cock felt like." I told him. "I didn't think anything else would do it. Just to do it once, you know, have a cock in my ass, see if it was...." I stopped, I'd nearly said too much. I had said too much. "See if you wanted to keep on taking cocks up your ass." Brand asked me softly. "Well...yeah." I said again. Brand had the cock sculpture nearly out, I could feel the flare of the head of it at my butt's edge. "Did you like it?" "I don't know." I admitted. "I had barely gotten it in when my foot slipped and I fell on it and broke it. It hurt a lot." "Is it still hurting?" "Not now." "You put a lot of grease on it, didn't you? It's sliding out easy as pie. Long as you done got it inside, be a shame not to go ahead and find out." Brand's voice remained soft. "You want to?" "I guess." Brand pushed the resin-cock back into my ass a few inches. I felt it slide into me. It didn't hurt now, not that Brand was doing it for me. It felt...nice. "How did that feel?" "I don't know." I told him. "Do it some more." Brand worked the dildo (I guess that's the best name for it) back and forth, sliding it in and out of me. "Like this?" He asked me. "Yeah, like that." I breathed. "Just like that, yeah." "Getting into having my cock in your ass, little brother?" "Uh...yeah." I said cautiously. "Like the way it feels?" "Uh-huh!" I moaned. "Feels pretty nice. Kind of cool." "Cool?" "Yeah, the thing is all cool inside me." I sighed. "Then that's not what a cock feels like. A cock is nice and warm." Brand pointed out. "Nothing cool about it. They make dildos which you fill with warm water so it'll feel warm like a cock ought to." "Mmmmm." I moaned as Brand's hand moved the dildo in and out of me. "Could you maybe buy one for me, Brand? So I could find out what a real one feels like." "Best way to do that is to have a real one, don't you think?" "Yeah." I was beyond shame at this point. "But I don't know anyone who'd do it for me. Not and...you know, not tell anyone." Brand was quiet a few seconds, then said, softer than before. "I wouldn't tell anyone." It was my turn to be quiet, if you call grunting as your big brother shoves a dildo in and out of your butt quiet. "You promise?" "I promise." "Then...could you do it for me, Brand?" "Say it for me, Farley." He commanded me, but in a tone that was soft as butter. "Can you fuck my ass for me, Brand? Just once, so I can see what it feels like?" I begged him. "Please, big brother? I got to know, really know, what it feels like to be fucked, or I'm going to wonder if I'm gay the rest of my life." "For you, little brother." Brand told me. "I'll do it. Can you hand me that jar of Vaseline?" The Vaseline was on the bed beside me, I passed it up to him. Brand left the dildo in my ass while he got ready, I heard the jar lid pop off and him removing his clothes. My cock throbbed at the thought of it. I was about to be fucked by my big brother. My role model. My hero. I was finally going to know what it felt like to be fucked by my hero. "You ready for it now, Farley?" "Yeah." I breathed. "Please, come on, give it to me, please, Brand, please!" "Hang on while I pull this substitute out." Brand said and I felt the tug as the dildo was pulled out of me. The flare of the head made my butt turn inside out a little, then it let go and the way was clear. I felt empty, horribly, horribly empty. "Fuck me Brand, please, big brother, please! Fuck me, please!" "Sure thing." Brand said to me and I felt his cockhead at my ass. He was right, it wasn't cold like the dildo had been, it was warm, so very, very warm! "I'll fuck you. After all, what's a big brother for?" "Thank you, thank you!" I breathed as his cockhead pushed into my ass. I felt the same sort of resistance as the flare of the glans hit the sphincter, but I worked my butt muscles and it sort of sucked it on inside. "Shit, Farley, I felt that. You fucking sucked it into you, man!" Brand wondered. "I want it, Brand, I want you to fuck me. Come on, get it on in me, please!" "Here it comes." Brand said. And he shoved and I felt the shaft of it sliding into me. Warm, so warm! Nothing like the dildo at all. This was so, so, SO much better! I raised my head up and moaned. No soft short sound, this was long and loud. "Oooooh!" "You like this, huh, little brother?" "Oh, yeah, yeah, it's much better than the thing, lots better!" "Then how about this?" And Brand began to slide his cock in and out of me. And I felt it hit a spot that his dildo hadn't. Sort of a nub up there and it was being rubbed back and forth by that flare that had been so much trouble to get up inside me! "Oh, God, Brand, that feels so good, so goo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ood!" "Feels pretty good from this side too, little brother." Brand panted. "Shit, you got such a hot little ass here and you slicked it up so much, I'm not hitting any resistance here. It's like you love having my cock up inside you. Do you love having my cock up inside you, little brother? Do you like having your big brother fucking your butt?" "Yeah, Brand, come on, fuck me harder, harder!" I panted. God, I was so lost in this, I didn't care about anything else at all. I didn't care if Mom heard me, even, just fuck me, big brother, fuck me harder! "Yeah, Farley, yeah." Brand was panting hard. "Shit, this is so fucking hot! Hotter than any pussy I've ever plugged, God, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh!" "Oh, oh, God, yeah, Brand, God, I'm coming, big brother, I'm coming!" I groaned. And I was, my orgasm was busily clawing at every frame of my body, I felt like I was one gigantic container brim full of come and it had to come out of me or I'd burst, I'd just fucking burst! I mumbled some incoherent sounds trying to say that and that's when my climax struck me. "Ah-AH-GAH-HAH-AHHHH, HAH-HUNNNNN!" "Ah, shit, little brother, you're clamping on my cock, I can barely move it, shit, Farley, shit, I, I, oh, OH, OH, GOD DAMN IT, OHH, OH, GOD, I'M COMING, OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" "I can feel it, I can feel it!" I babbled as my own ejaculation eased to softer, gentler dribbles. "Fill me full of that jizz, big brother, fill me up!" I no longer felt full of my own spunk, I felt empty and my brother's cock was filling me back up again. "Oh, shit, yeah, shit, yeah, shit!" Brand grunted as he kept ramming at my ass and he sagged down and clung to me, his sweaty chest on my back and soaking me with his love-sweat, and his breaths were hot gusts of wind on my neck. His chin rested on my shoulder and I felt his cheek brush my ear and then he was down where I could turn my head and kiss him and so I did, first the edge of his mouth and then he was kissing me, his hand pulled my head back and he kissed me, hard and full and passionate. "Oh, man, that was so fucking hot!" Brand breathed. "So fucking hot." "Yeah, it was." I agreed as I gasped breath back into my own body. "Really good, yeah." Brand lifted me up from the bed and rubbed my chest with his hands as he kissed me again. "So what do you think?" "It was good." I agreed again. "I mean, what about how you feel about having a guy's cock up your ass? That's what you were trying to find out, wasn't it?" "Oh. Yeah." I had kind of forgotten about that. "Yeah, it felt pretty good. But I'm not sure if that makes me gay or not." "Voltaire." "Huh?" "The French writer, Voltaire. He and a friend decided to try it out once, see what having sex with another man was like." Brand crawled up onto my bed, and lay out on his back. I crawled in next to him. "So what happened?" "Voltaire was satisfied with the one time. But his friend later told him he'd done it again with another guy. Voltaire said something like, Aha! Once is just curiosity, twice and you're a homosexual.'" "Oh." I chewed that over. "So I guess I need to try it again to see if I'm actually a homosexual, huh?" "That's what would confirm it." Brand agreed. "So maybe we could...." And that's when I remembered. "Shit! What about Mom? What's she going to say? Could she hear us up here and...shit!" "Relax!" Brand told me. "Mom's not here. She borrowed my car to run some errands. Told me she won't be back until midnight. I think she wanted to make sure I'd be home tonight instead of visiting the girl who crafted my cock in a resin mold." "Oh." I said. Then I grinned. "So we got plenty of time to do it again, huh?" "If we do it twice, that makes me gay, too." Brand pointed out. "Oh." I grimaced. "Then, could you ask your girlfriend to make one of your cock molds for me? I'm going to need a substitute if you aren't going to fuck me again." "So let's do it again, and not worry about whether we're gay or not." And Brand took me in his arms. "After all, Voltaire was a jerk." "Okay. The real thing is better anyhow." And I kissed my big brother. THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM