Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2017 19:05:59 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Mike Wanted Me

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Joey,

It's me, Dade. I know I haven't written in a while, not since last
semester; I'm sorry. Now that I am on the soccer team, I haven't had much
time to write. How's Perth? Last time you wrote, you mentioned that you
were moving there; I hope it's treating you well.

So, about me? Well. Senior year is treating me well. I am doing pretty good
in my classes, and people are pretty cool with me on the soccer team, even
if I'm the `token gay dude'. I haven't found any other gay dudes in my
school, but I mean, that's not really surprising. It's the 80's, you know?
If you're gay, you automatically have that Gay Cancer shit. Well, I know I
don't have it - I can't even get laid. Well, actually, that's a story.

How about you? From your picture, I bet the guys are beating off to you
regularly! Ha ha!

But seriously, things are pretty good, but I wanted to tell you about
something that happened, and I am a bit weirded out by it. I hope you don't
think less of me, I just have to tell someone. You know that time you told
me about how you and your cousin had that thing behind the tool shed? Well,
I need to tell you a bit about something.

So, you know I'm 17 now. My brother, Mike, is 15. He's almost like my
smaller twin. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes. We both have that
broad shoulder and thin waist thing going on. I mean, we even have the same
smirk when we laugh. It's actually kind of eerie. But I mean, you've seen
my picture from last year? Yeah, he looks just like that. Plus, he's in
baseball, and I'm in soccer now, so we are both pretty fit.

Yeah, so, this last couple weeks, things got a bit strange. I mean, it was
good, (very good), but I feel really guilty about it. You see, my brother
found out I was gay last month. Ever since then, he's been doing things
around the house. At first, I thought he was just being a brat. Like, he
would come out of the shower and walk past my room with just a towel around
his hair. We both have shoulder-length hair, so it's pretty normal to do
that... but the problem is that he wasn't wearing a towel below! Yeah, he
would walk through the hallway naked! Since Mom started working nights, he
knew he could do it. I was the only one who would see him.

Then, he started to leave his clothes in the bathroom. Of course, Mom yells
at me for it, so I pick them up and put them in the hamper. I noticed that
he was wearing a jock more and more. I mean, for baseball, it makes sense,
but now he's got like 4 of them, and he seems to wear them almost every day
- and he leaves them on the floor after showering.

I'm not gonna lie... jocks are hot. I mean, you know, right? We talked
about those models in the catalog. But, you know, it's like, my brother.

Anyway, so finally, I had enough. Last week, he showered, and left his
uniform and stuff all over the floor. I grabbed it all up, marched right to
his room and burst in without asking. I shouldn't have done it, but damn
it, I'm in charge! When I opened the door, I had NO words. My brother was
completely naked, with MY blue jockstrap on his face, pulling his cock! He
was in the middle of a moan, so he didn't notice me at the time... But I
saw all I needed to. He was hard, and he had to be sporting about 5" of
uncut junk. It was just like me at that age - super hard, curved up just a
little, and he was jerking fast and hard. I watched him pull his skin up
and down fast, the knuckles on his right hand white. He other hand what
holding the jock to his face.

I was slightly frozen for a second. I didn't know what to do. I dropped the
clothes inside the door, and with a bit of a crack in my voice, I simply
said, "Mike, quit leaving your shit on the bathroom floor."

The sound of my voice scared him, and his eyes locked to mine. He went
completely red, and scrambled to cover up, but I was already closing the
door. I went back to my room, contempating what I saw.

You see, Joey? I mean, what should I think! My little brother was jerking
off to MY jock. He's gotta be gay, right? Well, I found out soon enough.

Mike didn't come out of his room when I made dinner that night. He didn't
answer when I knocked on his door to find out if he was done with his
homework. He didn't come out when it was his turn to shower in the
morning. In fact, until Mom called him down for breakfast, I kinda thought
he was dead. Ha Ha.

But he did come down. He didn't speak, and he didn't look at me. He was
clearly embarassed. I vowed I would talk to him tonight after Mom left for
work. We went to the same school now, so we had a very quiet ride to class
that day.

Yea, so Joey, you gotta admit, this is like, pretty weird, hey? Has
anything like this happened to you? I know you have all those brothers -
more than you have to be gay - or at least experimented to figure things
out, right? I mean, When I was his age, I totally knew what I wanted. But
him - Mike was never an explorer. He followed a very simple life. Joining
the baseball team for him was because his buddies did, not really because
he wanted to.

Anyway, that night was the night that made things different. I'm gonna tell
you what happened, but you gotta promise me you won't think I'm a freak,
ok? I mean, I know it's wierd, but it's still me. I am still your buddy
from Minnesota, ok?

Ok, here goes.

Mike took the long way home from school yesterday. He didn't meet me at the
bus like normal, and neither of us had parctice, so it was weird. I mean, I
know he was avoiding me, but walking home takes like an hour!

He didn't get home until 6pm. I heard him come in, as I was making
spaghetti in the kitchen. I called out to him, but he tore up the stairs
and slammed his door. Ok, so again, one of those nights.

I made two plates, with sauce and garlic bread, and walked them upstairs. I
knocked on his door, and there was no answer. Well, I wasn't gonna let him
starve. "Mike, dude," I urged. "Don't stress about it. Like, we all, you
know, jerk off. I'm sorry - I'm sorry I walked in on you."

I knocked again. This was getting annoying. The plates were getting heavey
on my arm, so I put them on my dresser, and came back with a hair pin. The
door locks were easy. With a twist, his door unlocked. I opened it slowly.

"Mike," I said, peeking in. He was face down on his bed, fully clothed. I
think he was crying. "Mike, don't stress it buddy. Like, if you're, you
know, like me... it's ok."

He shook his head, and didn't look up. I grabbed his plate and came back
in, leaving it at his desk. I was hoping the smell of his favorite sauce
would get him going.

"Go away, Dade." he mumbled, muffled by the pillow in his face. I ignored
him.

He kicked his blanket a bit, and repeated. "Go. Away. You don't
understand!"

I started to get concerned. I mean, sure I did. He's 15. When I was 15, my
left hand was permanantly attached to my dick. I sat on his bed, and
reached out to him. "Buddy, like, jerking off is normal. Hell, jocks are
hot..."

He burst up from his stomach laying position and faced me. His face was red
and full of tears. He was angry. "You don't. Get it. Dade," he shouted.
"I'm fucking... I'm fucking gay! But so what.. I'm like... UGH!  It's all
your fault!"

So yeah, the blood from my face left my body. I was shocked. It was my
fault he's gay?

"Mike..." but he slammed back down to the bed. He twisted away from me, and
opened a drawer. I felt my body go numb when he started to pull out the
contents.

First, he pulled out the blue jock. MY blue jock. Then, an orange towel. My
gawd. It was my cum rag towel from under my bed. I thought Mom had found
it! Then, a pair of my underwear... but I recognized them. It was the pair
I wore when I forgot my clothes at soccer practice a couple days ago. Then
he pulled out a picture. A polaroid, actually. He whipped it at me.

I picked it up off the floor, and as I did, he slapped down again. The
picture... was me. I was in the shower. My hair and face were all soapy,
and my own 7" was sticking out. Apparently, he had caught me in a moment of
hardness, and took a snap. How didn't I know?

I couldn't move or speak, but I could feel myself getting hard. What the
hell? MY brother was like, hot for me or something, and it was turning me
on?

I took the underwear and the jock, leaving the photo, and went back to my
room. I threw them in the hamper, and sat on my bed. Absently, I started to
eat the spaghetti, now cold. I had to think.

Joey - you have to understand. There are like, NO gay guys in this town. To
find out that Mike was gay? And that he was hot for me? I mean, I had never
thought about it. But, I had no choice now. I thought about all the times
he walked by my room, or sat in the kiving room without underwear on (just
basketball shorts). I thought about all the times the bathroom door would
mysteriously be open after I showered, when I KNEW that I had closed it.

I ate in silence, and thought about all of this. Joey, what would you have
done?

Well, I don't know if I did the right thing, but I sure it was wrong. I
didn't care. I had to make my brother know that he was ok.

I took the last bit of my garlic bread, and wiped my hands. I pulled at my
shirt, letting it loose from my jeans. I unbuttoned, then unzipped. Before
I knew it, I was down to my compression shorts. I closed my eyes, and slid
them down. Birthday suit, full force. I opened my door. The house was
silent.

When I reached the door, I hesitated. What was I doing? Well, it was too
late now.

I opened Mike's door, and looked at him. He was back to face down,
head-in-pillow. He didn't move when I walked over to him. He didn't move
when I picked up the picture of my nakedness. He didn't move when i climbed
on the bed, my knees moving to his.

I straddled him. My legs out side his, and leaned down. I could feel the
heat from his jeans-covered ass on my junk, as my chest sunk to his
shoulders. My arms, supporting my weight, now slid their way around him.

He tensed up, noting my touch. "What're you doing, Dade?" he pleaded.

"It's ok, Mike. I get it." was all I could say. I held him as he moved his
head to the side. He gasped as his eyes made connection to the mirror at
the door. He saw me, naked with my ass exposed, my own body on top of
his. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as his subtle movements
rubbed against my dick.

"Wha... What are you..." he stammered. I held him tighter.

"Mike, it's what you want, isn't it?" I said. My body was definitely
responding. It's what I wanted, too.

It felt like forever before he responded. Without words, he pushed back
against me. I gave him some room, using my arms to get back on my
haunches. He turned, slowly, his tears now gone. His body twisted under my
legs, and his eyes met mine. I smiled a little, my own nervousness kicking
in. He looked into me. Deep. Then, he wandered. First, looking at my chest,
then down further. There was no hiding it; I was turned on.

"I..." he started. I reached for his shirt. He didn't resist. He arched up
to let me pull it off, and when he fell back, shirtless, I fell with him.

"Mike," I breathed, "I don't know what this is, but I know you want it. I,
well, I have wanted to explore... myself...So if this is.. Well, I think
this is what we both need."

He didn't speak, but I saw the need in him. I felt his eyes melth through
my body. He was ready.

Joey, the next part was awkward. We fumbled with clothes, and soon we were
both naked. Our bodies touched, and our hands were everywhere. We didn't
kiss, though I wanted to. I mean, god! I Wanted to kiss my brother. FOr the
first time, I sawy him as a sexy guy. He was so hot. His body was so
smooth; he had almost no hair anywhere. I found myself pressing agianst
him, grinding almost. His body smelled like Dove soap, and his hair was
sweet like the shampoo.

I couldn't help it, my body took over. I moved my lips from his neck and
started down towards his torso. He had his eyes closed, his hips pivoting
and his fingers in my hair. I had to taste. I mean, I had the porn mags in
my closet. I knew what to do. I needed to do it.

He stopped breathing when my mouth slid own on him. I felt it. His body
arched and his chest heaved. His junk, uncut like mine, slid into my mouth
like velvet. I tasted the salty precum he'd been leaking for the last 5
minutes. It was new, but familiar. I wanted more. I sucked him in, all 5"
now sliding past my tongue. I gagged a bit, but didn't stop. He was
perfect.

He surprised me when his hips started to pump up and down. I felt the skin
of his shaft retract against my lips. His hands were still running through
my hair, repeating robotically. He was lost in the feeling.

Joey, it's so hard to describe. I knew it was wrong. I knew brothers
shouldn't do this. But damn it, it felt SO right. Maybe I'm sick? Maybe I'm
gross. I hope you don't think so.

I didn't have to move much, since his hips were pulling his hardness in and
out of my throat. The gagging subsided after a few thrusts, and I could
feel him getting tighter. His hands pulled at my hair, and he stopped
pumping.

"Dade, I'm getting close..." he said. I pulled back. "I don't want to cum
yet. Can we try... you?"

He didn't have to ask me twice. I hopped out of his lap, and fipped to my
back. My cock had been straining against his leg for the past 10 minutes. I
waited for him to get into position, but instead he got up.

"I, uhm, have been planning for this," he continued, moving to the same
drawer that his `stash' was in. He pulled out a little yellow container,
it's label missing. "Well, uhm.. not with YOU, but.. I was hoping someone
would want me.."

He came back to the bed, and I sat up. His hand pushed my chest, and I laid
back. "Just.. I wantt o try this, ok?"

I nodded. I mean, what was going on? I wasn't stupid. But.. was he..?

I felt the first sensation of the vaseline on my cock. I just remember the
cold petroleum touching me, and the smell of rubber and plastic in my
nose. His hand curled around it, and my eyes rolled back. He was lubing me
up!

It was such an amazing feeling, Joey! His hands were smaller than mine, so
it was such a different feeling. But what happend next, I'll never forget.

In what felt like an instant, Mike was straddling me. I felt my greasy 7"
behind him, his own cock now jutting out towards my chest. His hand reached
back, and I watched as he lifted up. My cock, straining hard against his
back, slid forward, and I felt the tight space between his ass. He was
actually doing it.. He was lining me up to fuck him!

Without words, I watched in awe as he lowered himself. He squinted and
grunted, as the first piercing of my dick slid in. His weight pushed down
more, and I felt the pop! You know the pop? Well, I never did until now.

Mike's teeth clamped down on his lip, and tears welled up in his
eyes. Immediately, I started to react, but his hand went back to my
chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, and continued to slide down.

I can't describe the feeling. His body seemed to wrap around me as he got
deeper. I saw stars as his ass came to final rest, almost all of my inches
now inside him. His breathing was heavy, and I dared not move. In a moment,
the color began to return to his face, and he looked down at me. I must've
looked in shock, because he smiled.

"Dade, I'm ready. I've wanted you for a long time. Please..." he
stammered. "Please.. please fuck me."

His eyes turned puppy-dog, and I needed nothing more. My cock was already
straining to move. I put my hands on his hips, and my own pelvis began to
pull back. I watched his face gasp as I pulled my dick slowly from his
hole, leaving an inch or so in. I pulled him back to me, my hands now
guiding him. He smiled, and his head went back.

I felt an animal release in me. His hole was warm, and my dick was
hungry. I began to pump him, my own foreskin sliding in and out of that
tight hole. He began to whimper as my thrusts got faster, my cock went in
deeper. I felt my balls pull at my cock, and I knew this wouldn't last.

Mike's head shot back and he looked at me. His mouth was open, and he
wasn't breathing. "Gonna.. Gonna..." was all he could say.

I watched as my brother, now deeply seating on my throbbing cock, shot
spurt after spurt of boy juice on my stomach, my chest, and my abs. His
hands, once on his own hips holding mine, jolted to his dick, the last few
pulses of his orgasm now helped with a fierce pump of his cock.

Joey, I kid you not - he fucking came without touching himself. The mix of
that, and his ass clamping down harder, put me over the edge. He ground
downward into me, and my hands held him tight. My own cock, now all the way
inside him, began to spasm. I felt at least four blasts of my seed force
itself inside him. My hips pulled and pushed, pumping as much as I could
into his tight hole.

I groaned as the last thrust pulled the foreskin from the head of my
dick. It was super sensitive after the orgasm, and I shuddered. He bagan to
pull away, but my hands held him in place. "Don't move, buddy." I said.

We sat there for a minute, and the guilt raced back to me. I had.. just
fucked.. my own brother. My FIRST time with a man, and it was him. HIS
first time, with me.

I think he felt it too. He pulled from my body. I felt his heat leave my
now softening cock. The smell of cum, and sex was all over, both of us a
bit sweaty.

He left the room, closing the door to the bathroom. I sat up, and thought
it through. What was I thinking.

He was taking a bit in the bathroom, so I went to my own room. I threw on
some jogging pants, then I took my plate down to the sink. I heard the
shower turn on, and realized that my own dick was still covered in that
lube. I touched it in my pants, then pulled it to my nose. Cum, for sure,
and, undeniably, Mike. I could smell him on me. I felt my cock twitch. He
turned me on, and I had to admit that.

With dinner cleaned up, I went back to my room, and threw on a Depesche
Mode record. Soon, there was a knock at my door frame. "Dade...?"

I sat up, and he came in. "Don't.. don't hate me, ok?"

I laughed, and he frowned. I had to let him know. Pulling him to the bed, I
flopped him down. He was wearing a towel this time, and his damp hair
whapped me in the face as I pulled him to me.

"Mike," I said, "It's weird, I mean, you know it's weird." I said.

He pulled from me, but I pulled him back. "Mike. Stop. It's weird - but I
loved it. You let me... fuck you. I mean, giving someone their V
card... that's a big thing."

He nodded. In a whisper, he replied. "You're.. all I've ever wanted."

Joey, He ACTUALLY Told me this. No lie, exactly this: "Dade, I've wanted
you forever. I know you're my brother. I know it's wrong. I know you
probably will hate me later. But I'm... I'm in love with you. I want you to
fuck me forever."

How the hell didn't I put the pieces together. All those hints he left.

I pulled off my clothes, and told him to go dry off. My body was now dried
and sticky, his cum on my chest, and lube all over. I neecded to shower.

After I was clean, I walked back to my room. No Mike. I went to his
room. No Mike. I tightened the towel around my waist and headed back to the
kitchen. He was at the sink, now fully dressed in his pajamas, doing the
dishes. But it was MY dish day.


I came up behind him, and my arms went around him. I don't know what
changed, but suddenly, he didn't feel like my brother. He felt like.. Like
a lover. I wanted him. I couldn't understand it, but I wanted him.

He jumped at the touch, but let me hug him from behind. He rinsed the last
dish, and I whispered in his ear. "I think.. I think I want you to sleep in
my room tonight."

And we did. And we have been. Joey - I know there's something wrong here,
but I can't help it. I think, I mean, I know. I know it. I am in love with
him. We cuddle every night. We laugh and talk more than we ever have as
brothers. We haven't fought in over a week. He's been perfect.

We've had sex now about 5 times. Each time seems to be better than the
last. I can't get enough of him. His smell, his hair, his mouth, his
hole. He feels amazing, and I even love the taste of his cum.

Joey - I hope this finds you well. As always, pinky-swear this is just
between us. I hope you don't think less of me. He's the perfect guy, and I
hope we last. I go to college in a year, and I gotta figure out what that
will mean... but I hope he and I can continue to be like this.

Your buddy from across the ocean,

Dade.


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