Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 23:06:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Angel Gabriel

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                                  My Angel Gabriel


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I'm Jerry - which is a nickname for my full name, which is Jerome.  I'm
22, 5'10' tall, 140 lbs.  Skinny with some muscle tone.  I'm medium
complexion, with longish dark brown hair, brown eyes.  And if you believe
what others have told me, I guess I'm good looking.  I have an 8" dick,
when it's hard, and it's cut.  Its girth is pleasantly proportional to
its length.  When I'm hard, it sticks straight out from my body, but
points upward a bit.  I have a nice handful of nuts!  I don't shave or
prune down there, so I have a full bush of curly dark pubes.  I have a
bit of hair on my body, but not a lot - a little on my chest, a bit of a
treasure trail, nice tufts in my pits.  I sometimes shave my face, but
usually I let my beard and mustache grow a bit.  I always keep that
pruned though, so it's about a 1/4" long at most.  I graduated college
Magna Cum Laude, this past May, with a four year degree in business, with
marketing as my major.  Somehow, probably due to my good grades, I landed
an entry level job in the marketing department of a large department
store - in none other than New York City!  I live alone in a small studio
apartment, that I can barely afford, but it's near work!  I'm also lucky
that I ended up in the City, instead of say Boston, or Chicago, or
another big city elsewhere, because, I was born and raised only an hour
north of the City!  So, when I get bored, or whatever, I can take a train
north, and be home quickly.  The biggest reason I like being that close
to home is because of my little brother, Gabriel.  Gabe's a great little
guy!  I love him to death, and he feels the same way about me, so we like
to hang out together!  I suppose that seems strange, since I'm 22, and
he's only just turned 13, but, there's more to our story, which explains
why we're so close.


Gabriel and I have no other siblings.  And our father died due to a
construction accident where he worked, shortly after Gabriel was born.
Since then, it's been my mom, and the two of us.  At first, I took my
dad's death hard.  Fortunately, we have a next door neighbor, a woman
named Fran,  who is a child psychologist.  She actually works for our
school district.  She and my mom are great friends, so without my
realizing it, she would come around and get me talking, and let me yell
and cry and carry on, and so, I got better, even though I didn't realize
I was getting psycho-therapy!  She did the same for my mother too!


Anyway - with dad gone, there wasn't nearly as much income coming in.
Our mother is a nurse, so she works long, hard hours, and managed to keep
our family afloat financially, along with some Social Security my brother
and I brought in.  For the first three to four years after Dad died,
Gabriel and I had babysitters while Mom was at work.  They were OK - none
were bad, some were pretty cool, others were just there.  When I turned
13, my mother decided that I could start babysitting Gabriel after
school, and evenings and weekends, and it would save her a lot of money.
I was in no position to protest, and didn't really care.  She explained
that we'd have more money to spend, and could do some more fun things,
and she did follow through on that - getting us more things - toys for
Gabe, computer games for me, etc.  And she took us places when she was
off, like the zoo, the aquarium, the beach, or whatever.  So it worked.


I gotta say, Gabriel was a really good, and easy kid to babysit for.  By
the time I started sitting for him, he was 3, going on 4.  He was very
good-natured, and would just go along with whatever I wanted him to do.
No - don't go there - not yet at least!  I never "messed around" with
him, nor even thought to.  I just took care of him, and kept him happy.
In doing so, I guess I was cultivating a bond between the two of us.  A
strong bond.  We only really had each other.  Maybe I'm different than
other kids, but when Mom said, "And nobody can come over while you're
babysitting!" I didn't have anyone over.  It was me and Gabe!  And I
indulged him and played with him, doing whatever he wanted.  And if there
were things I needed or wanted to do, I made him "help" me, and he was
willing to do anything.  In fact, he wanted to do whatever I wanted him
to.  He just always wanted to be with me, doing things together.


That situation went on for several years, until I left for college about
5 years later.  Gabe was going on 9 then, and for all his lifetime that
he could remember, I had always been his primary caretaker.  I fed him,
helped him dress while he was still little, bathed him, until he could do
it himself, although I was still supervising that a bit.  I took care of
him when he was sick, helped him with school work, played with him, put
him to bed, and read him to sleep.  Half the time I ended up falling
asleep in his bed, with him curled up hugging me!  And, really, I was
basically the one person who was there for him to talk to. Through all
that time, Mom worked - a lot!  So she barely saw either of us most
days!  Also, whenever he had a bad dream, or couldn't sleep, or was just
lonely, he ended up coming and crawling into bed with me.  I think in the
long run, he slept in my bed with me, more than in his own bed.  It
wasn't really a bad thing though.  He relaxed then, and was happy, and
slept well, and I really didn't mind.  Actually, I kind of liked the
feeling of his warm little body snuggling up to me.  Anyway - it all
worked out OK with me babysitting.  I really am a responsible type of
guy, and never got us into any trouble.  And Gabe was happy, and
well-adjusted.


Like me, Gabriel was never really into sports.  He likes music, art,
reading, movies - especially "Harry Potter" and things like that.  He
likes to bake and cook, which he had to help me do, so we had food to
eat.  And in all the time that I watched him, he never protested if I
told him to do something, or not to do something.  He never hollered or
talked back.  He always was agreeable!  Really odd probably - but nice!
Maybe I just was too liberal with him, and let him do everything he
wanted - who knows?  I do know that he isn't the same way with our mother
though.  With her, he'll complain or protest about certain rules she
tries to set.  It's funny though - if I'm in the room, or walk into the
room while they're "Discussing" the problem, and I think whatever Mom's
trying to get him to do is something he should do, I just look at him,
and he stops fighting her and does it.  Of course if I think my mother's
going a bit overboard and say anything, Gabe ends up getting his way,
because he won't give in, unless I tell him too.  She's learned to just
give up when that happens, but it really pisses her off sometimes.


She'll holler then and say "Can't you ever be on my side?"


I just chuckle and point out that usually I am!  She shuts up then.  I've
heard her complaining about it though to Fran.  Fran then tells her it's
because I've been the only one there with him for most of his waking
hours, and that he knows he has to do as I say, and that he feels he
doesn't need to behave for anyone else.


"Wonderful!" Mom told her.  "He's a little devil for me sometimes, but
for Jerry, he's always an angel - Jerry's little Angel Gabriel!"


Fran laughed then and said, "Just be glad he's so willing to mind Jerry,
and that Jerry is very responsible and keeps him in line!"


"I know, I am.  It's just - he's my little boy, not Jerry's!" Mom said.


"Actually, he's Jerry's little boy too," Fran said.  "He's really been
more of a parent to Gabriel, than a brother."


So, yeah, when I went off to college, it was very traumatic for
everyone.  Poor Gabe felt abandoned, and was miserable. He was beside
himself because I was leaving him, and he wasn't going to have anyone to
hang out with.  Plus he was going to have to have a sitter again!  My
mother was terrified to be left alone with him, because the times he
didn't want to do what she wanted him to, he wouldn't budge, unless I
looked at him, or told him to do it.  Then he quickly cooperated.  And I
was scared about going away alone, what the college work load would be
like, and to a big degree, I was gonna miss my little brother terribly,
and hated how my departure was killing him so much!


In the end of course, it all worked out.  I was fine being away alone at
school, although at times there was a lot of work, which was a bitch.
Mom managed to get Gabe to cooperate... although in the beginning, she
sometimes had to call me and put us on the phone together, and I would
tell Gabe how things were going to go.  LOL   And Gabriel did OK too,
although he was never really happy about it.  The sitters Mom found
weren't too bad.  I do think Gabriel turned a little more inward though,
as Mom said he spent a lot of time alone in his room than he had before,
when I was home with him.  I felt bad about that.


In the beginning, I went home about once a month, for the weekend.  And
those were happy times - especially for Gabriel.  He was on me like
glue!  He slept with me each night, and wouldn't let me out of his sight
during the days.  I didn't mind.  And, it managed to keep our
relationship on par.  I think if I'd just stayed away, we'd have lost our
close bond.


During the four years I was in school, of course Gabriel grew.  He did
make a few more friends at school, and one or two in the neighborhood,
but for the most part, unless I was around, he was pretty much a loner,
hanging around home, alone, burying his nose in a book, or a game, or
watching TV.


While I was off on my own, I was learning more about myself as well.  All
the while I was growing up, I was "confused" about my sexuality.  I knew
I was supposed to like girls, and to some degree, I did.  But I realized,
not to the same degree some of my friends did!  I couldn't really
identify with what it was they found so exciting about girls.  On the
other hand, I did realize I was interested in what other boys looked like
- not just below the belt, but their faces and overall bodies as well.  I
just really liked how a lot of guys looked.  Of course, I was also very
interested in their genitalia and their butts too!  And their pits, pecs
and nipples too.  I loved gym class.  Not for the sports, although I did
enjoy a lot of the activities.  But I liked gym class primarily because
we got to get nearly naked together while changing before and after
class.  And, in some cases, a few guys would shower - so they got totally
naked.  I got to see a lot of bulging briefs, and in some cases, actual
dicks, balls and asses, as well as pecs, nips and pits, and thighs, and
... well you get the picture.  How I managed to keep from getting a full
blown hardon - I still don't know!


Being that I was so busy with Gabriel all the time I was still home, I
didn't have time to develop any friendships outside of school with any of
the guys, or any of the girls.  And where we lived, there weren't many
kids.  In fact none my age.  So... I never had the opportunity to get
into any kind of close friendships, or intimate relationships with anyone
my own age.  Once I got to college though, of course, that changed!
 When I had time between all the school work, I did make a few male
friends, and I even ended up in relationships with some girls, and even
with some guys.


***


For a while, in my first semester of my freshman year, I dated a girl,
and we had fun, and I even lost my virginity with her.  It was OK -
but.... no real fireworks, like I expected.  Never-the-less, we had sex
regularly after that, while our relationship lasted.  Unfortunately, over
Christmas break, she started seeing an old boyfriend back home, and broke
up with me when we got back to school after the holiday.  Honestly, I
wasn't devastated.  :)


Then, not long after that, I was in my dorm building, and went to take a
shower.  It was early afternoon, and not many guys were around.  Most
were in classes.  I had lucked out and had a rare weekday afternoon, with
no classes.  Anyway, there was one guy, in the shower/locker room when I
went in.  He was "hot", and I couldn't help my dick from growing.  He
noticed, and grinned, and reached for his own dick and pumped it into
action.  I couldn't help smiling, as mine went fully rigid.  I'd never
had anything happen like this with a guy, so I was both scared and
excited.  I stepped into a shower stall, and was a little surprised, but
very excited, when he followed me in.  And as I turned on the water and
we got wet, he reached for my cock, and my ass.  I was surprised that his
thumb, which he was pushing into my anus, while his other hand pumped my
cock, was greasy, and he thrust it right through my opening.  It hurt,
and I cried out, but he paused, leaving it inside me, and apologized.
After a minute of pumping my dick, with his thumb still inside me, he
began to gently thumb-fuck me, and by then I'd gotten used to having
something stuck through my anus, and found that what he was doing felt
great!  Of course, within seconds, I was grunting and spewing all over
the wall, as my sphincter was gripping and releasing his thumb.  When it
was over, I felt great!  I wasn't prepared though for what happened
next.  He quickly greased his massive cock up and told me to face the
back corner, stick my butt out, and spread my feet apart.  I knew then
what he was planning, and was a little scared, but I also wanted to feel
what it felt like to have a cock up my ass!   His cock was huge though -
at least 9" long, and thick.  I was afraid he might injure me in some
way.  Then too, he was bigger in general than me, and I didn't know if
he'd try to force me into letting him fuck me.  So I decided to cooperate
and did what he said.  He told me to relax my hole, and I did, and he put
his big cock head against it, and pushed - gently.  I knew it was going
to hurt, and clenched.  He couldn't get it in me, and told me to relax,
so I did, and then he pushed harder, and it was part way in, and it
hurt.  He realized, and gently advised me to  "Breathe and relax!", as he
paused.  I did, and then he gave another push, and it hurt like Hell, but
he was inside me, and sliding further in.  As I whimpered and my eyes
smarted, he slowly pushed himself all the way up inside me, then stopped,
and wrapped his arms around me and told me again to relax.  I tried, and
he just stood hugging me, with his enormous hardon lodged inside me.
Finally I did relax enough, and the pain subsided.  He kissed my neck,
and began sliding back out of me.  He didn't pull all the way out - but
stopped before he popped out, and then he slowly slid back into me.  He
did this a few times, and all the while, he sucked on my neck!  I had the
biggest hickey when we were done!  Thank God I wasn't going to see my
mother before it would fade!  It did feel nice as he did it though!  And
after a few strokes, I realized I was loving being long-dicked!  He sped
up a bit then, and in a few more strokes, he was fucking me at a normal
pace, and I was grunting and moaning happily.  My dick was coming to life
again too!  All too soon, he got really excited, and started rutting in
and out of me, and all I could do was hold onto the grab bars, and enjoy
the ride, as best I could.  He was wrecking my hole, but I didn't care -
I loved it!  And then he began grunting and panting, and whined and
slammed into me and paused, and I knew he was emptying himself deep
inside me, as he groaned with joy.  He pulled quickly out, and as he
plunged back into me, he blew again, moaning, and sucking my neck hard.
I grabbed my cock and started pumping it, and he continued fucking me
another few strokes, cumming each time, then, before I was able to build
up another orgasm, his ended, and he pushed into me, and released my
neck, and wrapped his arms around me again, and held onto me,  panting.
When he recovered a bit, he growled deeply, "spin around!" as he pulled
his cock from me, and let go of me.  I did as he said, and he squatted
and went down on me and sucked me to a happy finish, swallowing my entire
load.  When I was done, he pulled off me, stood up, swallowed, smiled,
and then pulled me into an embrace and kissed me with his mouth open, so
I could taste my own cum.  I have to say - I found that rather hot!
Meanwhile, I could feel all his cum, drizzling down the backs of my
thighs.  When he finally broke our kiss, he asked if he could wash me.
So I let him, and he lathered me up all over, and ran his hands all over
me - especially my junk and my ass, which he was very gentle with.  By
the time he was finished, I guess I'd finished draining too.  Anyway, he
asked me to turn around and bend over and he started licking my hole,
which was apparently still gaping a little.  At first it stung a bit, but
soon, it felt awesome.  He stopped before I was ready for him to.


Then he said, "Let me put a bit of lube on it, and it'll feel better."


So he dabbed my anus inside and out with some lube, sliding his finger
deep inside me, and gently rubbing my prostate.  He went down on me
again, and as he gently fingered me, he sucked me to another orgasm!
 When I was finished cumming, he pulled out of me and re-greased my hole
a little again with his lube.  Then he put the lube away and started to
wash himself.  I smiled and reached for his body wash and he let me wash
him all over too.  Of course he was hard as a rock, so I used his lube
and finger-fucked him, and sucked him to another orgasm as well.


We both quickly washed and rinsed off then, and got out of the shower,
dried off, and dressed.  We had good timing - another boy came in as we
were dressing, to take a shower.  So we got done and left.  He had to
dash off to a class, and I went back to my room to study.   Although I
saw him in the dorm, and around campus occasionally, I never managed to
get together with him again, as our schedules just never meshed.  I heard
at the end of the semester though that he'd flunked out and gone home!
 What a shame - I had such a good time with him!


So... back to the story... Yes - in college, I learned about sex, and
those are only a couple of my stories.  There were plenty of encounters,
both with guys and with girls.   My point is that, by the time I
graduated, I knew all about sex, but was still really confused as to
whether I liked guys better, or girls better, or if maybe I just liked
both.  I'd had good experiences with both, but in the end, I think it was
guys I liked better.  Then again,  I'm more than willing to be with a
girl too!


***


During my senior year, one weekend when I was home visiting, Gabe was
really excited about something, but wouldn't tell me what, because our
mother was actually home, and right nearby.  When I asked what was up, he
just said he'd tell me later.  Well, when it was bed time, like he'd done
every other time I was home from school - he came into my room and
crawled into bed with me.  He was almost 13 by then, and I realized, it
was probably not how very many other boys his age would act, but too, I
realized he was different than most boys, so, I just let him sleep with
me.  And I know you're wondering - yes - he still always snuggled up to
me yet.  And, truth be told, I still loved it when he did!   So that's
probably the major reason I never stopped it.


Anyway - this particular weekend... I think it was Easter weekend, he
came running in, jumped in bed, and breathlessly, said, "Before you shut
off the light, I gotta show you something!" and he exposed himself to me,
and grinned.


I smiled and looked at his crotch.  I noticed his genitals had gotten
bigger, but that was it.  So I said, "Ah!  You're getting bigger -
nice!"


"And?" he said, excitedly.


When I looked confused, he pointed at his pubic area.  So, I leaned in,
and sure enough he'd started to sprout a few very short, fine, pubic
hairs!


"Nice!  You're becoming a man!" I said, grinning.  "Anything else start
happening?"


I'd told him some time earlier on, all about wet dreams and what to
expect, so he wouldn't be caught off-guard.  And of course he already
knew how babies were made too.  I made sure he was well educated when it
came to sex education.


"Yeah!" he gushed.  "I woke up a few weeks ago, in a puddle!"


"How much of a puddle?" I asked.


He made a circle with the fingers of both hands that was probably 3-4" in
diameter.


"Did you feel it when it happened?" I asked.


He said he had, and said the first time it hurt a little, but it had
happened again a couple more times, and those times it felt good.  I told
him how happy I was for him, and he just beamed.  Then he pulled his PJ's
up, and I turned out the light, as he pulled the covers up over us, and
snuggled over to me.


"Jer?" he asked.


"What?" I asked.


"W-what if I have another wet dream tonight, while I'm in your bed?" he
asked.


"If you do, you do," I said.  "Wet dreams happen.  Hell, maybe I'll have
one!"


"Well... I did what you told me to do to stop them," he said.


"What's that?" I asked.


"I wanked in the shower earlier," he said.


I chuckled and said, "Well, I hope you aren't wanking just so you don't
make a mess in bed at night!  I hope you're doing it because you like
doing it!"


"Oh, I do," he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.


"So, when did you last wank?" he asked.


"Why you afraid I'll coat you with Jizz?" I asked, chuckling.


"Maybe," he said, smugly.


"Well, most guys wank all the time... unless they're getting lucky!" I
said.  "I do too, so, I rarely mess the bed!"


He giggled then, and asked "So, have you gotten lucky?"


"Go to sleep!" I said, chuckling.


He dropped it then, and snuggled in and we both fell asleep soon
afterward.


The next morning, when I woke up, I felt a smaller, soft hand wrapped
around my hard dick, and it was gently pumping up and down  It felt
great!  I knew it was Gabriel.  For a while, I pretended to be asleep
yet, and let him keep going.  He stopped after a bit, and gently cupped
and fondled my nuts.  Then he reached for my cock again, and rubbed my
piss slit, and I I could feel that I'd leaked a bit of pre-cum and he'd
wiped it off.  He slid his thumb around in it, then very carefully
started to masturbate me again.  I let it go a bit longer, but then I
felt an orgasm starting to form up, so I rolled over away from him.  His
hand instantly jerked away from me.  I pretended to be sleeping yet.
Several seconds later, I was surprised when his hand went for my ass.  He
rubbed my left buttock softly, then rubbed his fingers up and down my
crack.  I was even more surprised though, when I felt a finger push down
into my crack.  I almost let out a gasp when the tip of his finger gently
rubbed my pucker!   I let him finger it for a moment, but then started
getting even more excited, so I rolled over again, and this time, after a
few seconds, I "woke up.  When I opened my eyes, and looked at him,
interestingly, his finger was up to his nose.  I pretended I didn't know
he had been molesting me, and told him we had to get up and get moving,
so I told him to get up, and go shower.  Oddly, he seemed hesitant to do
so, and after a moment, I saw a tent under the covers, and realized he
was fully boned, and probably didn't want me to see it.


I laughed and said, "Relax, all guys wake up that way most mornings!  I'm
boned right now too!"


"Really?  Can I see it?" he asked.


I gave him a look, and thought about saying no, but then thought the hell
with it, and threw the covers off, and exposed myself for him.


"Fu--!" he stopped short, blushed, and finished with "You're huge!"


I laughed and said, "You'll probably be just as big someday!"


"Really?" he asked, looking totally surprised.


"Why not?" I asked.  "We're brothers, and we even look a lot alike - so
sure - you probably will be just as big as me, or at least close to it...
then again, maybe even bigger!"


"Damn!" he gasped.


"Watch your mouth around Mom!" I said, as I pulled my PJ bottoms up, and
got up.  "And go shower!"


He scampered to the bathroom then.  While he showered, I quickly jacked
off!


***


So, fast forward to about 6 months later - I had graduated, and moved to
the City, and gotten an apartment of my own - albeit, a smsll studio!
And life was going good!   And this is what this story is all about...


Columbus Day weekend was coming up, and Mom was scheduled to work then
entire weekend - all long shifts!  It would be good money, so she
couldn't turn it down.  I was off though for all three days, and of
course, so was Gabe.  So, I suggested maybe Mom could put him on a train
to the City, and I'd pick him up at Penn Station, and he could spend the
weekend in the City with me.  Then, I'd bring him home Monday night, and
stay overnight, and catch the first train in the morning, back to the
City, arriving just in time for work Tuesday.  Mom thought about it, and
agreed that would work.


"By the way, have you talked about sex with him anymore?" she asked.


She knew, and approved that I'd told him about wet dreams and the facts
of life, because he didn't want to talk to her about any of that.


"What in particular?" I asked.


"Well, he didn't wipe his search history off the computer, one night
recently, and I realized when various porn sites were being suggested
when I started to search for something - so I checked the history, and it
was full of porn sites!  Jerry - most were straight, but some were gay
sites."


"I see," I said, wondering how the rest of the conversation was going to
go.  "Could be he hit gay sites by accident as he was looking for
straight sites.  It's happened to me before."


"You look at porn?" she asked.


"Yeah Ma... most guys do," I said.


"Well, OK...  but isn't he a little young to be doing that already, and,
do you think he's purposely looking at gay sites too?" she said.


"Does it matter?" I asked.  "You said he's looking at straight sites
too."


"Well, do you think he's gay?" she asked.


"Does it matter if he is?" I asked.


"NO!" she cried.  "Of course not - I'll love him whether he's straight or
gay- and the same goes for you too!"


"Thanks mom!" I said.


"Oh come on.  You know I mean it!" She said.  Then she added, "While
we're on the subject - I haven't heard you mention any girlfriends in a
while."


 "And?" I asked.


"I was just wondering why?" she said.


 "How do you think I managed to stay on the Dean's list all four years?"
I asked.


"Point taken," she said.  "Still... "


"It's really none of your business," I said.


"Well, I- I was thinking that if you haven't been very active, that maybe
you're not the right person to talk with Gabe after all," she said.


"Sneaky Mom!" I said, chuckling.  "You can relax - I've been active
enough to be able to advise my little brother about sex!"


"Not that I was asking!" she said.


"Yeah, right!  I'm not a virgin anymore - haven't been in some time!" I
said.


"So... you were being safe each time, right?" she asked.


"Of course!" I said.


"I mean I wouldn't want you to catch anything, and I certainly am too
young to be a grandmother!" she said.


"Guess I'll have to stick with just guys then, just so we're sure not to
make you a grandma too soon!" I said.


"Wait, you've been with guys?  Not girls?" she asked.


"I didn't say that," I said.


"Yes you did - you said 'sticking with guys' - so you've been with men
and not women?" she asked.


"I thought you said it didn't matter if I was straight or gay," I said.


"Well, it doesn't," She spluttered, but then, obviously confused, she
added "But, are you straight or gay?"


"I don't know Ma!" I said.


"You don't know?" she asked, somewhat incredulously.


"I haven't been with that many people, really!" I said.  "Not enough to
really know."


"So I may not ever be a grandmother?" she cried, alarmed now.


"I thought you didn't want me to rush into making you a grandma too
early?" I said.  "Besides, even if I am gay, Gabe may be straight."


"Well... you must have some idea about your preferences - what do you
think you are?" she asked.  "And don't you want to be a father someday?"



"Yeah, I do, but honestly, I feel a little like I've been one to Gabe all
my life already," I said.


"I didn't know that bothered you so much," she said, suddenly sounding
sad.


"It doesn't!" I said, chuckling.  "I didn't mean it was bad - just that I
did kind of help raise him, and Ma, I love him to death - it's been a joy
really!"


"Oh good!" she said, sounding happy again.  "I'm glad you haven't hated
it."


"I loved it Ma.  Still do.  And I love him to death!" I said.  "And you
can relax, if he wants to talk about anything, I'm there for him.  And
yeah, I ask probing questions now and then to get the conversations
started.  It works well.  He tells me everything, and is completely open
and honest with me, and willing to ask about anything, so he's in a good
place."


"Oh thank God!" she said.  "So, do you think he's straight or gay?"


"MA!  How the Hell would I know?" I cried.  "He's only 13!  He probably
has no idea about it himself yet.  Look at me - I'm still on the fence
myself and I'm 22!"


"That's right - so are you straight or gay then?" she asked.


"Jesus Christ!  Didn't I just say I was on the fence?" I asked.


"Oh - so you're bi then!" she said.


"I don't know Ma - maybe - probably - I mean - I've had great sex with
some women, and great sex with a couple of guys too!"  Then in a saucy
tone to tease her I added, "Especially that one guy I was with in the
shower!"


"Oh! Stop! " she cried.  "TMI!  I don't want to know!"


"Then stop asking about it!" I said, laughing.  "Listen Ma, bottom line,
I'm a healthy, happy, and I think pretty well-adjusted, other than not
being sure of my preferences, adult guy, and I think I'm quite capable of
being there to guide Gabe along when he needs my guidance, so all's
good!"


"Thank you so much Jerry!" she said.  "I love you so much!"


"I love you too ma!" I said. "So you're gonna put the boy on the train
Friday night?"


"Sure," she said.  "And you'll talk to him about the porn sites?"


"Yes Ma!" I said, laughing.


***


So the following Friday night, when the train came south from upstate, I
was at Penn Station when it pulled in, and met Gabriel as he climbed down
off it, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, dragging a suitcase
behind him.  He grinned when he saw me, and as soon as we could get into
a clear spot, he threw his arms around me, and gave me a huge hug, and I
hugged him back.


"I can't believe Mom let me come to the City for the weekend!" he cried.
"So what are we going to do?"


"Well, first, let's head to my apartment, and dump your bags, and then
we'll figure out where to go and get something to eat!" I Said.


"Sounds like a plan!" he replied, grinning.


So, we headed to the subway, and caught the correct one to get us to the
stop on the corner where my building was.  We dumped Gabe's suitcase and
backpack, and each took a leak, and washed up, then headed out to a pizza
place I knew, that I thought he'd like.  I was right - we both loved the
large pepperoni and mushroom pizza with extra cheese that we got.  When
we were done eating, we wandered around the streets a little, to walk off
all the pizza we'd eaten.  Then, finally, we headed back to my
apartment.


It was almost 11:00, so I decided we should turn in early, so we got a
good night's sleep, and be ready for the next day.  Gabe agreed, but of
course, he always agrees with whatever I want.  I decided to take a quick
shower first, and he decided to as well, so I stripped down and showered,
and when I was finished, he was naked, and waiting.  I noticed he looked
a bit more manly than the last time I'd seen him naked.  His pubic bush
was actually a little bush, and his penis looked larger... of course I
think he was semi-erect, so....  Anyway, I sent him off to shower.  I
thought he'd take longer, but he was quick.


"Thought you'd be longer?" I said, smirking.


"I would've but the water got cold suddenly!" he groused.


I chuckled, but pulled the covers off, and said, "OK, hop in bed, and
you'll warm up again soon."


I saw he was gawking then, and forgot, I had started sleeping nude, and
hadn't thought to mention it.


"You sleep naked?" he asked.


"Uh yeah, it's more comfortable," I said.


Before I could say I'd put on some underwear, he grinned and said, "Can't
wait to find out!"


And quickly he pulled off his PJ's, and hopped naked into bed with me,
and pulled the covers up.  And then, even though he was naked, he
snuggled right over to me, just like he always had since he was little.


I was surprised, and he must've sensed it.


He blushed a bit and asked "I-is it wrong of me to snuggle  up to you
now, since we're naked?"


"Well, it's not something most guys would do, but are you OK with it?" I
asked.


He looked confused.


"Listen, there's no right or wrong answer Gabe - do you mind your naked
body touching mine?" I asked.


"N-no, not really," he said.  "Um... it actually feels kinda nice... But,
is that wrong???"


"No!  And actually, I don't mind either, and it does feel nice!" I said.
"So - no problem, right?"


"Right," he said.  But he looked a bit confused yet.


"What's wrong?" I asked.


"I bet Joey would say only faggots sleep naked together like this," he
said, looking sad.


Joey was a friend of Gabe's from school.  He was also a bit of a
homophobic bully from what I'd heard.


"And you care what Joey thinks because?" I asked, emphasizing the
'because'.


"Um... I- I don't, really," he said.


"So, just don't tell Joey, or even anyone else for that matter, that you
sleep naked and snuggled up with your big brother, and nobody'll know," I
said.  "As long as you're OK with it and I'm OK with it, then it's OK.
I'm OK with it.  Are you really OK with it or not?  We can put on
clothes, or even not sleep together if you're uncomfortable."


"No!" he cried alarmed, and I saw he was afraid I was going to suggest
one of us sleep on the floor.  "I- I like sleeping with you."


"OK then," I said.  "Just one thing - don't use the word 'faggot' - it's
a terrible slur against gays - don't ever say it again, OK?"


"I know, I was just saying what Joey would say," he said.


"OK," I said.  "And remember, it never matters what anyone else thinks
about anything - as long as you're OK with it, and whoever else is
involved in what's happening is OK with it, then it's OK."


"Even if it's two guys in bed together having sex?" he asked.


"Yup," I said.  "There's nothing wrong with two guys having sex, as long
as they both want to be having sex together.  And it's nobody else's
business what they're doing anyway!"


"So, you think it's OK to be gay then?" he asked.


"Yup," I said.


For a fleeting moment, I saw a grin flash over his lips.  At the same
time, I felt his penis, which was pressing up against my thigh, begin to
stir.


I smiled at him and said, "And just so you know Gabe, if it turns out
you're gay, or bi, it's OK with me.  I don't care if you're straight,
gay, or bi - you're my brother, and I'll always love you!   I just want
you to be happy, and healthy!"


He gave me a real smile then, but very quickly it faded and he blushed
slightly, and looked nervous.


"What?" I asked.


"N-nothing," he said.


"Oh, yeah, and you don't have to hide anything from me.  You can tell me
anything, and everything, and ask me any questions, and be totally honest
with me, OK?" I said.


"OK," he said.  "So, I can ask you anything?"


"Yeah," I said.  "Can I ask you anything, and you'll be OK with it, and
tell me the truth?"


He looked nervous, but nodded.


"OK, So, when you were searching for porn sites on the computer the other
night - there were some gay sites in the search history, as well as
straight ones.  What's up with that?" I asked.


His jaw dropped, and he looked complete embarrassed, and blushed brighter
red.


"Dude!  I just said you could talk with me about anything, and you agreed
you'd answer any questions honestly," I said.


He gulped, and looked even more embarrassed, but said, "Well... I - I
wanted to see what gay sex was like too."


"I see," I said.  "So... you watched both straight sex, and gay sex, and
you understand what's going on in both cases?"


"Yes," he said.


"OK, any questions about anything?" I asked.


"No," he said.


"I see.  That's interesting.  At your age, I was full of questions!" I
said.


"Really?  Who did you ask?" he asked.


"I just listened to friends at school, and watched some porn too.  I
wasn't lucky enough to have a big brother I could talk to about anything,
like you have," I said.


"How'd you know I was watching porn?" he asked, suddenly.


"Mom found your search history and told me about it.  Apparently you
forgot to wipe it out," I said.


"Oh no!" he cried, and he suddenly looked ready to cry.


"Relax, I told her it was quite normal for you to be curious at your age,
and that we'd talk, and she's fine about it," I said.  "And I think
she'll let it be just me and you who talk about it - I don't think she'll
try to talk with you about anything."


"Thank God!" he said.  "I'd be too embarrassed to talk to her about
sex!"


I chuckled, and then he smiled slightly and I saw him visibly relax.


"So, you don't have any questions?"  I asked.


"Well.... probably a ton really," he said.


"Well, ask away," I said.


He thought a minute and looked at me and said, "I don't know what to
ask?"


I was about to say something, and he said "Wait!  Have you ever had sex
with someone?"


I chuckled and said, "Of course!"


"Why didn't you tell me?" he cried, and he pulled himself off me, and sat
part way up, leaning on his elbow, looking at me.


"Um... well, it's not really the type of thing a guy calls his little
brother who's only 9 or 10 years old to tell," I said.


"So you've been having sex for a few years already?" he asked.


"Yeah," I said.


"Whoa!" he said, and he grinned.  "So, is it really great?"


"It can be, or not - in most cases - yeah, it was," I said.


He looked at me, and apparently didn't know where to go with the
conversation.


"So... let me ask you something... so you watched both straight and gay
porn - which one did you think was more interesting?" I asked.


He looked at me, and saw he looked upset, and a little betrayed almost.


"Dude!  There's no right answer.  Generally you'll like either straight
or gay more than the other, although some guys like both.  And I don't
care what your answer is, I just want to figure out what's going on with
you, so we can talk about it," I said.


He didn't respond, but just continued looking sadly down at the bed.


"So, I'm guessing you like the gay porn better then," I said.  I leaned
over and hugged him and kissed his forehead and said, "That's absolutely
fine with me."


"But I just want to be like you!" he cried, and I could see tears welling
in his eyes.


"Gabe!" I cried.  "You don't have to be just like me!  I'll love you just
as much, no matter how you turn out!  Besides... you may be more like me
than you think!"


"What do you mean?  H-have you ever watched gay porn too?" he asked.


"Of course," I said.  "Most guys check it out at your age."


"Yeah, but did you like it when you watched it?  Did you get hard?" he
asked,


"Actually, yeah, I did," I said.


"Wait?  What?" he asked, suddenly totally alert to the fact things
weren't quite as he'd expected.


I smiled and said, "would it be so bad if I liked guys?"


"Wait!  Y-you like watching gay porn?  And you've had sex!  Oh my God -
was it with a guy?" he asked, his eyes wide open.


"I've had sex with a few people," I said.


"But, guys or girls?  You said you'd be honest, if I would," he said.


I chuckled, and said, "Both."


My brothers eyes opened even wider.


Finally, he asked, "So... which was better - the girl or the guy?"


"Honestly, it depends on which girl or which guy.  Some girls are great,
others not so much - and the same is true of guys," I said.


"So... which do you like better?  Girls or guys?" he persisted.


"Honestly Gabe, I don't know.  I just know that I like good sex, whether
it's with a guy or a girl," I said.


"So... are you bi?" he asked.


"Well, if you have to label me, I suppose that's what I am, but I'm
honestly not really sure yet," I said.


"Wow!" he said.


"So, have you had sex yet?" I asked.


He snorted and laughed, as if I was being ridiculous, then said, "Yeah -
right!"


"Oh, cause I thought maybe you and Joey did the nasty!" I said, smirking.


He roared with laughter then.


"Yeah that'd be the day!" He said.  "He never would!  And honestly, he's
not good looking!"


"So, if he was good looking, and would, would you want to do it with
him?" I asked.


He thought a moment, then said, "I don't know...."


"Is there any guy, or girl, you'd be interested in having sex with?" I
asked.


He thought a moment, and I could see he was thinking hard.


Finally, he looked resigned, and sighed, and laid back down and looked at
me and said, "Yeah."


I got the distinct impression, I shouldn't ask the next question, but
couldn't help myself.


"Who?" I asked.


He rolled toward me, and looked at me for a moment, and I suddenly felt
the tip of his hardon touch my thigh.  I saw the spark in his eyes too,
when he felt it touch me.


Again, he hesitated, and said, "Somehow, I don't think you'll like my
answer."


He looked sad, nervous, and horny, all at the same time.


"Why not?" I asked, almost certain I knew the answer.


"It's you," he said, and he looked soberly at me, and his penis twitched
against my thigh.


"I see," I said.  I'd been correct.


As we looked at each other, I saw his nostrils flare slightly, and his
face was darkening slightly.  But then he looked worried.


"Would it be so awful?" he asked, finally.


I smiled wryly, and said, "Oh, I doubt it would be awful... but...."


"But what?" he asked, looking more worried.


"Well... we're brothers, so, it would be incest, and also, you're only
13, and I'm 22!" I said.


"You said that if both people were OK with it, it was OK to do it, and
it's nobody else's business!" he said.


"Yeah, but - " I started.


"So, it'd be OK with me - Hell - it'd be fucking awesome!" he drawled,
and I could see he was very aroused.  "And, so what we're brothers!  It's
OK for brothers to love each other, and isn't sex, showing your love?
And I don't care that you're 22 already!  Yeah - OK - you're an adult and
I'm a kid, I know - it's against the law!  You know I'll never tell a
soul!  And I don't think you would either!  So why not?"


I could see the extreme desire in his eyes, and his whole expression
showed how sexually hungry he was.  His hardon pressed into my thigh even
more insistently, and to my horror, I realized, I too was stiff as a
board!


"I can see you want it too!" he said, and he pointed at the tent my cock
was making in the covers.  Then he smiled saucily, and cupped the tip of
my tent pole in his hand, and gave it a squeeze.  He didn't let go.


"Come on, please Jer?" he begged.


I so, so wanted to rip the covers off us, push him onto his back and
start licking and sucking him all over!


"I can see you need it as bad as I do," he said.


"Gabe!  It's wrong!" I said, finally.  My tone wasn't very convincing
though.


"Says who?" He asked.  "You and me are the only ones here!  Nobody will
ever know what we did!  And I know you'd never hurt me!  You'd make it
awesome for me!  And I want to make it awesome for you too!"


My mouth was dry like cotton, I suddenly so wanted that beautiful,
nubile, young boy, whose penis was hard and throbbing, as it pressed into
my thigh.  As I gazed at him, I saw just how absolutely beautiful he
was!  His skin was smooth and silky like a baby's, and not a blemish on
his lithe body.  His eyes were dark, and wanton.  His lips were soft and
full.  His nostrils flared daintily.  His hair was soft and shiny.  And
his chest was rising and lowering at a faster than usual rate.


"Please Jerry!  I need you to make love to me - Now!" he said, his voice
suddenly deeper, and sultry.


Finally, I rasped, "I know I'm going to regret this!"


Gabriel smiled sweetly, and said, "I'll make sure you don't!"


He pulled the covers back off us then, and reached for my throbbing
penis, and began to fondle it.  Then, when I made to attempt to stop him,
he  suddenly sat up, moved down, and bent at the waist.  Then, he lowered
his mouth down over the head of my cock!  He was only able to take up to
my ring meat, and suck on the top part of my dick, but his technique
hadn't properly developed yet, and he raked me with his teeth, and it
just wasn't so good.


Gently, I pushed him off, and said, "How about you lay back and let me
show you how it's all done?"


He obviously didn't know if he should be pleased or sorry, but I wasted
no time in gently lying him on his back.  Then I kissed him on the
forehead, and then on his cheek, under his eye, and finally, on his
luscious full lips.


"Just do back to me, what I do to you," I said, and I pressed my lips to
his and began kissing him.


He imitated my motions, as best he could.  I could tell he was surprised,
when I opened my lips and pushed my tongue against his.  He opened his
mouth too though, and I pushed my tongue in and began twirling it around
his.  Within a few seconds, he was kissing me back, like a pro... until
he blew his breath out through his mouth, into my mouth.


I pulled off, coughed and said, "We breathe through our noses".


"Oh - sorry"  he said.


I grinned and went back down on his mouth, and he successfully mimicked
me perfectly then.


For the next minute or so, we continued kissing, and I ground my cock
into his thigh, while his pressed into my lower belly.


I finally pulled off Gabriel's mouth, and moved immediately to his left
ear lobe.  I nibbled at it, and licked around his ear, while he giggled,
and tried to push me off.


Then I moved to his neck, and without leaving any marks, suckled softly
on his tender skin.  I licked and sucked all over the sides and front of
his neck.  I could feel his Adam's apple bump under the surface, and
sucked it into my mouth a half inch or so, then I finally licked down
between his breasts, and licked over first to his left nipple and sucked
on it, nibbling it softly, then his right.


I licked down into his musky armpit, and washed it thoroughly... glad
that he hadn't used deodorant after his shower.  I pressed firmly enough
with my tongue, so I didn't tickle him.  I moved over and washed his left
pit too, and then sucked his left nipple a bit more, before finally,
leaving his chest, and traveling down the center of his body, to his inny
navel, which I licked at, washing it.


Then I moved down his still imaginary treasure trail, and nuzzled in his
pubic bush, delighting in his boyish scent.


Next I licked the insides of his baby smooth upper thighs, and up through
the deepest part of the crevices where his legs attached to his trunk.  I
licked all around his scrotum, which was half shriveled like a peach
pit.  Gently, I sucked one nut into my mouth and sucked on it like a hard
candy, then I did the same to the other.  Then I opened my mouth wider
and sucked his entire nut sack into my mouth and sucked on both his
balls, as he gasped softly.  Momentarily I felt his hands on my head, and
he ran his fingers gently through my hair.


I lifted my boy's legs then, and pushed them back, fully exposing the
insides of his buttocks and his winking pink pucker.  I licked up and
down the inside of each buttock, soaking the inside of his ass with my
saliva, before finally, licking up the deepest portion of his crevice,
right over that tight little rosebud, which clenched tightly, as the tip
of my tongue passed over it.  I went to work then on his anus, licking
and kissing, and nibbling and sucking on it.  It was driving Gabriel
nuts.  And he gasped loudly, when finally, I pushed my tongue through his
opening, and up inside him!  I began deftly tongue-fucking him then, and
all he could do was grunt and gasp, and moan happily.


After a while, I pulled my tongue from him, and reached over into the
night stand drawer.  Reaching around, I found a tube of KY, which I
quickly used to lube up my finger, which I gently, but deftly pressed up
inside him, until my entire finger was buried up to the hilt, and the tip
of it was rubbing his prostate, causing him to groan with pleasure.


I leaned over him then and finally, licked up and over his scrotum, and
up the underside of his cock, along his thick, vein-like urethra,
eliciting another happy moan.  He gasped then, when I pulled his penis
up, and lowered my mouth down over the entire 5" shaft, and began sucking
up and down vigorously, but luxuriously over it, running my tongue up and
down the underside, all the while, I was massaging his prostate gland.


For a couple minutes then, I sucked on my baby brother's cock, while I
fondled his balls with one hand, and finger-fucked him with the other.
And the whole time, he just moaned, gasped, and groaned with pleasure.


Eventually, I tasted his pre-cum, and it was the most delicately salty
pre-seminal fluid I'd ever tasted.  I expect this was due to his age, and
the fact he'd only recently begun producing semen.  As I sucked and
fondled and fingered the boy, he grew more and more agitated, and began
squirming, and grunting, groaning, and gasping, more often.  His hips
began to involuntarily push up and down off the mattress a bit.


Soon he was panting and twitching and gasping, and suddenly rasped, "I'm
gonna squirt!"


I sped up a bit, and he got closer and closer to exploding, and he gasped
, "Jer!  Gonna blow!"


I began more roughly rubbing his gland as I sped up my mouth action, and
his balls pulled up tight to his body, and he cried out, and tensed, and
a glob of mildly tangy, rather watery consistency cum, splattered the
back of my mouth, coating my tonsils.  He moaned, happily, but tensed and
gasped a moment later, and spewed into my mouth again.  I quickly
swallowed, while he tensed and gasped and moaned again, as his third
volley blew into my mouth.  I continued working on Gabriel, and he blew a
couple more times, and then his orgasm began to fade, so I slowed down,
and brought him down slowly, until I was sucking leisurely on him, and
fingering his gland a bit yet.  Suddenly, his body shuddered, and he
squeezed out a bit more semen, before totally relaxing.  I sucked off his
cock then, which was starting to wilt, and slipped my finger out of his
ass, and sat back on my heels and looked at him.  He stared back at me,
panting, with the most incredulous look on his face.  Then, when I
smiled, he broke into a huge grin as well


"I guess you liked it?" I asked.


"Hell yeah!" he gasped, still grinning.


I laid down next to him then, and he turned and cuddled up to me, and
said, "I can't believe how awesome that was!  And I want to do that for
you too!"


I grinned and said, "Rest a few minutes, and then if you want to, sure,
I'd love it."


So, we rested together for a few minutes, and finally, he said, "Can I do
you now?"


"If you want to," I said.


"Oh yeah!" he said, and he got up and moved to lay down over me.


And then he began to imitate everything I'd done to him, to me.


He was a wonderful kisser, and seemed to like sucking on my neck.  I did
end up with a mark.


He loved nuzzling and kissing my armpits, more than licking them, which
was fine with me.  I had used deodorant after my shower, so couldn't
blame him.


He loved sucking my nipples, and spent a bit of time doing that.  I
couldn't help thinking of a baby nursing on its mother.


I was surprised with how long he worked on my ass with his mouth, and
then he used his finger, just like I did, as he sucked away on my cock,
and played with my balls, until I too had an awesome orgasm, nearly
drowning the poor boy, who valiantly carried on, swallowing all I gave
him!  I had warned him, a couple times like he had warned me, but
apparently he too wanted to drink my semen.


In the end, he crawled up next to me, pulled the covers up over us, and
lay snuggled up to me while I recovered.


By the time I had recovered, he was yawning, and so was I.  I turned out
the light, and Gabriel snuggled in more comfortably, hugging me happily.
Within minutes, we were both asleep.


***


The next morning, when I woke, Gabe was already awake, and was just lying
snuggled up with me.


"Hey!" I said, as I woke up.  "Sleep well?"


"Yeah," he said, smiling.  "Last night was awesome Jerry!  Thanks so
much!"


I just smiled and kissed his forehead.


"Um... that wasn't all though, was it?" he asked, looking nervously at
me.


"What do you mean?" I asked.


"Well... that wasn't a one-time thing, right?  I mean, we can do it
again, all the time now, right?" he asked, looking worried.


I smiled and said, "I don't think either of us would be able to stop
ourselves from doing it again and again, even if we tried our hardest not
to, so, no, we're in this for as long as you want us to be.  But Gabriel
- if you ever want to stop - just tell me, and we will stop!  And, we can
NEVER tell anyone what we're doing, or I could end up in real trouble!
OK?"


Gabriel grinned broadly then, and said, "Thank God!  I was so worried
you'd want to stop!  I don't ever want us to stop!  And I'll never tell
anyone about us!"


"Thanks man!  And I feel the same way!" I said.


I was surprised then, when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
opening his mouth.  I met his lips and tongue and for a while, we
kissed.  Of course, when we stopped, we were both hard as a rock!


"So, I thought maybe you could teach me how to butt fuck!" Gabriel said,
matter-of-factly.


I laughed and said, "I suppose we can try that... but do you want to be
fucked, or do the fucking?"


"Can't we try it both ways?" he asked.


I grinned and mussed his hair and said, "Don't see why not."


"Um... so, you've done this before, right?" he asked.


"Yeah," I said.


"Did you put your dick in the other guy, or did he fuck you?" he asked.


"I've done both," I said.


"Well... did you get shitty when you stuck your dick up the guy's ass?"
he asked.


I chuckled and told him that that could happen, or not, and that there
were ways to clean yourself inside, so it wouldn't happen.


"How?" he asked.


I explained then about douching, colonics, and enemas.


He looked a little sober, and uncertain by the time I'd finished
explaining things.


"So, have you ever squirted water up your butt like that?" he asked.


"Yeah," I said, smiling.


"What's it feel like?" he asked.


"Actually, kinda nice!" I said.  "And, when I'm done, I'm empty and clean
inside, and the other guy doesn't get shitty!"


"Well, maybe you need to show me how to do it, cause I gotta take a
crap!" he said.


"Well, if you really want me to fuck you, then yeah, I can teach you how
to cleanse yourself," I said.


"Will you too?" he asked.


"You mean will I cleanse too?" I asked.


He nodded and said, "So I can try fucking you too... as long as that's OK
with you."


I grinned and said, "Sure!  You should try both, to see if you like one
better than the other."


"Do you like one better than the other?" Gabriel asked.


"Not really sure," I said.  "I kinda like giving and receiving!"


"Cool!  So, can we go cleanse then?  Cause I really gotta poop bad!" he
said.


"Sure, let's go," I said.


***


As soon as we got to the bathroom, Gabriel sat on the toilet, and a
second later, he gasped and his eyes bulged slightly, and his face
darkened.  Then I heard a splash, and he smiled slightly, as he relaxed
and began breathing again.  A moment later he unrolled and wadded up some
toilet paper, and wiped his ass.  Then he got up.  I could see a huge,
firm log in the toilet, that was partially covered with his discarded
toilet paper.  Quickly he flushed.


"So... exactly how do we do this?" he asked.


I smiled and showed him the long hose I had attached to the diverter on
the shower head.  I had attached a relatively soft piece of plain rubber
hose to the end of it.


"I find the easiest way is to turn on the hot and cold water and adjust
the temperature, and the pressure, then turn off the shut off on the end
of the hose here.  Then lube the end of the soft hose, and put it up your
butt, lean your ass over the tub, and turn on the shut off.  The water
starts to blow up inside you.  You take as much water in as you can
stand.  Turn off the shut off.  Pull the hose out of you, and spin and
sit on the toilet and empty out," I said.


"Sounds messy!" Gabriel said, making a face.


"Not really, as long as you get your ass back down on the toilet in
time!" I said.  "So, you wanta try it?"


"I guess," he said.


I smiled, then pointed the end of the hose into the tub, and turned on
the water, and held my hand under the end of the hose, and adjusted the
temperature a couple times, til it was warm, but not hot.  The amount of
pressure seemed good too.  I shut off the shut off valve, then reached
for a bottle of lube, and greased the soft part of the hose.


"OK, step on over," I said.


A little uncertainly, Gabriel stepped up to me.  I turned him around so
his back was facing the tub, then had him bend forward.  He did.  I put
the end of the hose up to his hole and rubbed it around his pucker, then
to him to relax.  He did, so I gently pushed, and he gasped, as the tip
of the hose slipped up his ass.  I gently pushed it into him a few more
inches, then had him back right up to the tub and push his butt back, so
it was over the tub.


"OK, don't move and don't try to push out your ass.   I'm going to open
the valve.  You'll feel the water flowing into you.  It'll feel weird,
but good," I said.


"OK," he said.


I opened the shut off, and a second later, as his insides began to flood,
Gabriel gasped, and his eyes got big.


"How's it feel?" I asked.


"Really weird!" he said.  But then he gave a small crooked smile and
added, "Kinda neat though!"


A couple seconds later he asked, "How much more?"


"Take as much as you can, but let me know when you can't handle anymore!
And try to keep it inside you!" I said.


"Y-you better stop!" he said, and I could see he was looking
uncomfortable.  I had let a lot of water flow already, so, I turned off
the shut off valve.


"I'm gonna pull the hose out now, Try to hold the water inside you, and
quickly pivot and sit on the toilet.  Soon as you're seated, you can
relax, and push!" I said.


I pulled the hose out of my brother's ass then, and he spun and sat, all
in one fluid move.  A second later, he tensed and pushed, and I heard
Niagara Falls as he blew the water out his ass.  There were a couple of
plops as well, and what sounded like little blips.


"Damn!" Gabriel gasped, when the water stopped blowing out of him.  He
started to unroll some toilet paper.


"You're not done yet.  Don't be in a rush to wipe," I advised.


"Oh!!!" he gasped as he suddenly blew some more water back out his ass.


"Damn!" he said, and I chuckled.  "Just wait a couple minutes, then we'll
do it one more time to make sure you're cleaned out properly."


"Again?" he asked.


"Yup," I said.


Gabriel blew one more load of water, then a minute later a bit more.
Finally, he seemed done - at least enough to take his second
application.


We repeated the whole process again, and eventually he was done.


"So, can I blow the water up your butt now?" he asked.


I chuckled and said he could.  So, first, I too took a shit.  Then I let
him put the greased hose up my ass and turn it on.  It felt great, and I
took as much water as possible, then blew it all out.  I too repeated
once.  Then sat and finished draining.


By the time we'd both had our double enemas, we were both nicely cleaned
out.



***



"So, are you going to fuck me now?" Gabriel asked, with a look of extreme
arousal on his face.


"If you're sure you want me to," I said.


"I do," he said.


"Let's get to the bed then!" I said, smiling, my dick popping to full
attention.  His already was bobbing up and down in front of him as
well.


"So, what do we do?" Gabriel asked, as we reached the bed.


"Well, depends on the position or positions you want to try," I said.


"In one of the flicks I saw, it showed them doing different ones,"
Gabriel said.  "Can we try them all?"


"Well, sure," I said.  "How about we start with you on your hands and
knees, and I'll come in from behind?"


"OK," he said, huskily.


Quickly he got on his hands and knees, while I grabbed the lube.  Then I
climbed onto the bed and knelt behind him.  I reached up with both hands,
and put the palm of each on both of his cheeks and spread him wide open.
His tight little pink pucker winked at me once, as I leaned in and kissed
it.  It winked again under my lips.  I began to gently lick around and
around and over and over it, and Gabe whispered a soft moan of pleasure.
I worked away on Gabriel's asshole like that for a minute or so, then
finally formed my tongue into a spear, and gently pushed on the center of
his opening, and because he was so relaxed by then, slipped easily
through, pushing my tongue inside him.


"Ohhhh!" he gasped softly.


Gently, I began pushing in and out of him, and I felt him clenching and
relaxing as I did.  He began moaning softly as well.  I tongue-fucked
Gabe until my jaw was killing me, but by then he'd relaxed and opened
enough so that the tip of my tongue was able to rub his prostate.


I greased up a couple fingers then, and slid one in.  It went in easily,
and he happily pressed back against me as I rubbed his gland.  Then I
introduced my second finger, and began fucking him with both.  He was
still OK.  After a while, I worked on sliding a third finger in as well.
He grimmaced slightly, but after a few attempts, I was able to gently
shove all three fingers into him at the same time, and I fucked him with
all three for several seconds, as he grunted occasionally.


"OK," I said, finally, withdrawing from him.  "Time to try my dick!"


I couldn't wait to slide my throbbing rod deep inside the boy.  I was
already dripping I was so excited at the prospect.  So, I quickly
liberally lubed my cock, and got into position.


"Now, just remember to relax," I said.


"OK," he said, glancing back a little nervously at me.


I pressed the head of my cock up to his pucker, and pushed gently.  Half
of the head of it went into his anus, and lodged comfortably there, but
as I tried to push further into him, I met resistance.


"Relax your muscles," I said.


I felt him relax a bit, and pressed forward a bit harder, and suddenly, I
popped through his tight ring muscled.  He gasped loudly, and as he
looked back, I could see I'd hurt him.


"You OK?" I asked, ready to pull back out of him.


"Just wait!" he said.


For a moment, I held my position, and he breathed, and tried his best to
relax.


After a few seconds, I could see the agony I'd seen in his eyes was gone.


"OK, go further - but go real slow!" he said, and he took a deep breath
and held it.


I chuckled and said, "It'll go better if you just breathe and stay
relaxed."


He let the air out of his lungs, and began to breathe easily, so I gently
and ever so slowly, began to push forward.  With a few seconds, I was
fully buried inside my boy, with my pelvis pressed firmly against his
flattened buttocks, and my pubic bush crushed between us.


"Damn!" he exclaimed.  "I can't believe you're all the way inside me!"


"How's it feel now?" I asked.


"Like a fucking phone pole!" he gasped, but he quickly added, "But it
doesn't hurt.  But please wait before you start!"


I smiled and rubbed his right hip, and waited, as he occasionally
clenched around my rod, and breathed in and out deeply.


Finally he said, "OK, you can start, but go slow!"


I smiled and slowly began to pull out of Gabriel's love tunnel.  I pulled
nearly all the way out of his body, stopping while just the head of my
cock was still inside his sphincter.  Then, gently I began to push my way
back into him, slowly sliding forward, until once again, I was completely
buried inside him.  He moaned softly, but with pleasure during my inward
slide.


I didn't stop this time, but began reversing right away, and slowly I
fell into a steady long-dicking, which felt awesome to me, and from his
moans of pleasure, I could tell he was really into!


As he became used to my movements, I slowly increased my speed just a
bit, and as I did, I laid over him, and reached for his breasts, which I
cupped and kneaded, as I rubbed his hard, pointed nipples.  He moaned
some more.  I sped up a bit more, and began licking and nibbling his
neck, as I reached downward with my right hand and found his cock.  It
was stiff, and the tip was wet.  I began to masturbate him, as I played
with his left breast, nibbled his neck, and sped up my dick strokes, and
then I began fucking him at a normal rate, and he just grunted and
groaned passionately.  I continued fucking him and fondling him like that
for about a minute.  Then I began to feel my orgasm forming, and I
thought maybe from how he was reacting, his was too, so I slowed, and
released him, and pulled out.


"What's wrong?" he asked.  "Did you cum?"


"No, and nothing's wrong..  Just time to switch positions," I said.  "How
about you spin and lay down on your back, with your legs up?"


Gabriel smiled and did as I asked, then I got in position over him, and
held my cock in position, and directed the head of it at the center f his
asshole, and gently pushed my cock back inside him.  He groaned with joy,
as I sank back all the way inside him.  Once there, I ground myself still
deeper inside him, and both of us moaned.  Then slowly I resumed fucking
him.


Initially as I fucked Gabriel, I held myself up off him  and stared down
at him, as he stared back up at me.  Ater a half minute of so though,
neither of us could stand it, and I leaned in and we mashed our mouths
together and began almost desperately kissing each other, as I sped up my
fucking.  Gabriel reached for his own dick and began beating off as well,
as I rutted away on him, and we kissed passionately.


Within a very short time, I felt my orgasm being rapidly building, and
from the way Gabriel was humping up and down, and the speed he was
jerking off at, I could tell he was ready to blow.


And then, he suddenly tensed, and gave a garbled cry from deep in his
throat, as our lips were still locked together, and I felt his asshole
squeeze my dick hard, and a splatter of warm goo hit my belly.  Gabriel
was cumming - and rather violently!


Of course Gabe's orgasm, caused my own race to my peak to skyrocket, and
as I fucked the Hell out of him, and he lurched about under me, tensing
and groaning, as he soaked both of us with his hot jism, I suddenly blew
over the edge, and as I plunged back inside Gabriel, I too tensed up, and
groaned, as I felt a river of cum rocket through my urethra, and blast
deep into Gabriel's bowels.


I couldn't breathe anymore and had to break our kiss, then both of us
were panting for breath, as I continued wildly pumping up and down like a
piston, and Gabe's hand matched my speed, and together we blew load after
load of hot goo - groaning with joy each time we exploded.


Eventually, after what seemed both like an eternity, as well as way to
quickly, both our spasms began to subside, and I slowed my speed down,
and Gabe's hand slowed as well, and again, I was staring down into my
little brother's face, as he stared wonderously up at me.  I'm sure he
had just experienced the best orgasm of his life to date... honestly, I
was pretty sure I had too!


Finally, I smiled, and sank all the way back into Gabriel, and gently
straddled him, laying my forearms flat on the bed on either side of him,
and again, I lowered my lips to his, and gently kissed him.  Hungrily,
but matching my gentleness, he responded, and for a minute or so, we
leisurely shared a loving kiss, as I drooled the last of my cum inside
him, and Gabe dribbled a bit on his right hip.


Eventually I pulled back, and held myself up and looked down at him,
smiling.  He was smiling up at me and looked like he had tears in his
eyes.


"You OK?" I asked concerned.


"I've never been happier!" He said, and his lips trembled and he
sniffled.  "I never thought sex would ever be this awesome!  Thank you so
much Jerry!  I love you so much!"


My heart melted, and I grinned and lowered myself fully on him, pulling
him fully into my arms and hugging him tightly.


"And I love you too Gabe - so much more than you can imagine!" I said.


We laid there that way, just holding one another for another minute or
so, then finally I suggested we go take a shower.  Carefully I got up off
and out of Gabriel, and then he got up as well, and we headed for the
bathroom.


When we got there, his eyes bulged, and I asked what was wrong.


"My ass is bleeding!" He cried, alarmed.


Quickly I bent and opened his but and checked, then chuckled and said,
"No you're not, it's just my jizz leaking back out of you!  Sit on the
toilet a minute."


"Oh thank God!" he said, and he looked a little embarrassed.


I just chuckled.


Gabe sat down on the toilet then though, and for a couple minutes, my cum
drooled out of him.  Finally he got up and wiped.  Then asked why I
hadn't just showered while he was dripping yet.


"Thought you'd prefer to shower together," I said.


"Really?" Gabriel asked, surprised.


"Sure!" I said.  "If we're gonna have sex together, no reason we can't
shower together too!  And it can be a lot of fun, if we wash each other!"


Gabriel grinned ear to ear at that, and quickly hopped into the tub.


"What're you waiting for?" he asked, eagerly.


I laughed, but lost no more time standing around, and quickly hopped in
with him.


"So how do we do this?  I've never been in the shower with anyone else
before?" Gabriel asked.


"First we adjust the water temp, then turn on the shower, and get wet,
like normal, but then, I'll take my time and wash you all over, and then
you can do the same to me!  How's that sound?" I asked.


"I'm getting stiff again just thinking about it!" he said, snickering.


"That's the idea!" I said, grinning.


So, I adjusted the water and got the shower going, and we both got wet,
then I shut off the water, and squirted a very liberal amount of shampoo
and body wash into my hands, and went to work lathering up my baby
brother from head to toe.  He giggled a couple times, and moaned a few
times, and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of my hands sliding all over
his wet, slippery body.  I enjoyed the feeling of his wet slippery body
sliding through my hands as well!


"I forgot just how nice your hands felt washing me," Gabe sighed.  "So,
when Mom bathed me she used a wash cloth, but you always just used your
hands... were you... well, we weren't having sex, and you were washing
me, but were you doing that on purpose just to feel me all over?"


I chuckled and said, "Well, I never use a wash cloth on myself, so I
never thought to use one on you... but, I did enjoy feeling your body
like I am now."


"I always loved it myself!" he said.  "Especially when you did my
privates and my butt!"


I chuckled and said, "I could tell."


"You always spent more time doing them too!" Gabe said.


"I wanted you to have a fun time in the bath," I said.  "Besides, those
are the areas of your body that get the dirtiest, other than your hands!"


"Did you want to have sex with me even back then?" Gabriel asked.
"Because you could've.  I wouldn't have minded at all.  And I'd have kept
it a secret."


"Gabriel, I didn't want to ever do anything to hurt you," I said.  "So,
that meant no sex either, because until you were old enough to make up
your mind that you wanted it, knowing what it meant if we did anything,
you couldn't make an informed decision, and if I had had sex with you,
maybe when you were old enough to realize what I'd done, you might not
have been happy about it.  It could've ruined our relationship, and given
you serious emotional problems.  That's why adults shouldn't have sex
with children - because they can't really decide properly about sex."


"Well, just for the record, I'm not a child anymore, and I know exactly
what I want to do sexually, so you don't have to worry about ruining my
life or anything.  I know now that I'm gay, and all I want is to be with
you, having sex with you, as much as possible!" Gabriel declared.


I smiled and said, "Well, under the law, you're a child yet, and will be
for another 5 years... although the law says that at 16 you are capable
of making up your mind about sex.  I'm glad to know how you feel though.
And, at this point, we've taken things so far, that there's no turning
back anymore anyway, so we don't have to talk about this anymore.  Just
promise me that if there's ever a time you want to stop, or don't want to
do something, you'll just tell me, and we'll stop, or we won't do
whatever it is.  I never want you to feel like you have to do something
you don't want to do!  I'll love you no matter what - even if we don't
ever have sex of any kind again-  OK?"


"I understand what you mean, but Jer - please tell me you'll never want
to stop having sex with me - I'll always want to be with you like this!"
Gabe plead.


I smiled, and leaned down and kissed him, and said, "As long as you want
to mess around, I do too!"


He grinned then, but then his grin faded and he said, "Damn, my boner's
gone!"


I laughed and said, "Well, I can fix that!"


I turned on the water, and rinsed us off, then turned the water back
off.  Then I reached for the tube of lubed I'd put on the edge of the
tub, put some on my finger, and then I squatted, and went down on
Gabriel's soft penis, while at the same time I reached for his anus,
which did feel puffy for all the use it had been put through.  Then for a
couple minutes, I sensually sucked on Gabriel's cock, and gently rubbed
the lubricant into his anus.  It wasn't long before he got all worked up
again, and grabbed my head to steady himself as he spastically jerked
about, while he blew yet another load of his seed into my mouth!


When his orgasm was over, poor Gabriel was weak in the knees, so I made
him get out of the tub and sit on a towel on the toilet.


"But I wanted to do you too!" he cried, sadly.


"You can - later.  For now, let me clean off, and we'll dry off, and go
lay down together and catch a quick nap.  Then you can have your way with
me when we wake up!" I said.


Gabriel smiled at that, so I turned on the water, quickly soaped up and
rinsed, and hopped out of the tub.  We both dried off, and I rubbed a bit
of soothing ointment on his anus, then we went to bed again for a little
while.  Laying snuggled together, we both slept for nearly an hour.


When we woke up, Gabe wanted to fuck me, like I'd fucked him, so I let
him, and again he imitated everything I'd done to him earlier, and we'd
both gotten off.  After that, we hit the shower together and I let him
wash me all over, like I'd done to him.  Then I washed him again.  I
hadn't let him get me off, as I decided we should lather each other's
meat up and jack each other off, which we did, and again, we came
together.


Finally, we rinsed off, and dried off, then went back to bed for a quick
rest together.  I admit I dozed off for a few minutes, and I think he did
to.  When we were both awake, I suggested we get dressed, and go for a
walk and find something good to eat.  So we did.


WE actually had a nice long walk, and along the way I showed Gabe some of
the sites.  We had a nice meal together in a local Mexican cantina -
sharing some Tacitos, and each having a Chimichanga.  I had a couple of
Margaritas, and Gabe of course had soda.... although, he quickly swiped a
sip of one of my Margaritas - and loved it.  He was so sad when I gave
him the look, and he knew he couldn't swipe another taste.  Fortunately
none of the wait staff seemed to have noticed.


"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked, as we stepped back out on the
street.


"You have to ask?" he asked, looking at me and grinning lewdly.


I chuckled and said, "OK, let's go home!"


We stopped at the local grocery store on our way to my apartment, and I
picked up some groceries, so we'd have something to eat.


Then, when we got to the apartment, Gabe immediately stripped naked, so I
did too. That evening and for the next two days, we never got dressed!
We had sex multiple times each day, showered together between each
session, and slept in each other's arms in between, and all night.  I was
grateful I'd had the foresight to pick up groceries, so we did in fact
have something to eat.


***


When Monday night rolled around, we were both depressed.  We had sex and
showered together one more time, then ran and just caught the train
home.  I spent the night at home, but because Mom was there, we couldn't
just get naked and start fucking, so we just hung out.  After we'd gone
to bed though, we did suck each other off quietly, before going to
sleep.


In the morning, Mom woke us to say she was leaving for work, and that it
was time for us to get ready for school and work.  So, we kissed her
good-bye, and the minute she was gone, Gabe begged me to fuck him.
Grinning, I pushed him down on the bed, and sent down on him, then, after
a minute or so, I pulled his legs up and pushed them back, and went down
on his hole.  Once I had him well-prepped, we made love, and shared an
incredible mutual orgasm.


It was getting late, but we both needed to shower, so shared the shower
and washed each other down, then sucked each other's dicks quickly,
giving each other a final orgasm.  Finally we rinsed off, dried off and
got dressed.


As we ran out the door, I handed Gabe some money so he could get lunch.
He raced off and just caught his school bus then, and I just made it to
the train in time to get back to the City in time for work.


What a fucking incredible weekend that was - for both of us!


***


Of course, every weekend after that, Gabe wanted to come to the City for
the weekend.  Mom said that was too much.  So Gabe begged me to come home
every weekend.  I told him we needed to not be so desperate to be
together or Mom would catch on that something was up.  He hated it, but
understood.  So we worked it out that every other weekend either I came
home, or he came to the City.  So we saw each other every other weekend.
It worked, although we both missed each other on the off weekends.


After about 3 months of that though - it became a moot point, because Mom
was offered a promotion, but had to work every weekend.  It was a great
opportunity for her, and a lot more money, so I told her to take it -
that I'd come home every other weekend, and Gabe would come to the City
on the opposite weekends.  That way - Gabe was never alone on the
weekends - and we were together each weekend.  She felt guilty, but we
convinced her we didn't mind at all, so she took the promotion, and Gabe
and I got to be together from Friday nights til Monday mornings.
Everyone was happy!


***


That situation worked fine, for a hear or two, but after that, Gabe was
old enough he didn't need a "sitter" so to speak.  Hell, even at 13 he
was OK at home alone after school.  So Mom started to tell me he didn't
need me anymore, and we needed another plan.  Finally he told her he
wanted to just come to the City each weekend, because he loved being down
there.  I told her that was fine with me, and I'd keep an eye on him.
So, he started coming to the City each weekend.  This continued, until it
was time for him to go to college!


Gabe had that planned out well.


Gabe decided to go to college in the City, and live with me while he was
doing so.  Mom thought that was too much for me.  And mentioned I only
had a studio apartment.  As luck would have it, I'd been given raises and
a promotion and was making more money, and a 2 bedroom apartment came up
for rent in the same building I was living in, so I snapped it up and
moved into it, and then Mom had to admit it was a good idea for Gabe to
live with me while in school.  And so, the next four years were planned
out!


By then, Gabriel had blossomed into a full grown man of course - but not
just a full grown man - but a BEAUTIFUL full grown man!  He was as big as
me, with the same build, and we did look quite a bit alike I guess, but
that young man was gorgeous!  Oh, and yeah - his dick did grow to be the
same size as mine!  LOL


By the time he was going into college, I'd sat him down though and we'd
had a serious talk.  I was thinking (and worried) he might want to start
being more independent, and maybe start forming other relationships,
other than just with me, so I asked him about it.


I was shocked when he started to cry.


"What's wrong?" I asked.


"You don't want me anymore!" he wailed.


"NO!  That's not it at all!" I said.


"Then why do you want me to start dating other guys?" he asked, clearly
confused.


"It isn't that I want you to," I said.  "It's that I thought you might
want to, rather than being tied down to me."


"You're an asshole!" he burst out.  "Don't you get it?  I don't want
anyone but you!  I love you, and you're all I want!  I thought you felt
that way too!"


"Oh Gabe," I cried, my own eyes tearing up.  "I do feel that way about
you!  I just didn't want you to feel obligated to stay with me, if you
wanted to start your own life."


"You're my life Jerry!  I don't want anyone else, and I never will!" He
said, sniffling.


I smiled and took him in my arms and hugged and kissed him and said,
"You're my life too man!  I feel the same way!"


"Thank God!" he whispered, more to himself than to me.


For a minute or so I just held him in my arms.


Suddenly though, he pulled away, looked at me and said, "Do you think Mom
knows about us?"


"I have no idea," I said.  I'd been wondering that for a while by then.
"I think we're OK yet as long as you're in school though, and maybe for a
while afterward, while you're getting on your feet.  So, let's not worry
about that for now and we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."


And so, for the next four years, we lived together, as a couple,
unbeknownst to the rest of the world, who just saw us as brothers who
shared an apartment.  Gabe went to school, and even got a waiter's job to
earn a little money, and I continued working.  Meanwhile, at home, Mom
continued working, and fell into a relationship with a doctor at the
hospital she worked at.  So she was too busy to worry about us.


And through it all, Gabe and I slept together every night, showered
together every day, and made passionate love to each other, as often as
we could.   And although he had grown into a big full grown hairy man,
and he wasn't the sweet angelic cooperative little boy he'd been, he was
still my Angel Gabriel!   And, I suspect he always will be!


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