Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 10:27:25 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "New Brother in My Bedroom" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest This is not a sequel to Hansel and Gretal. This is pornography. I hope good pornography, but not for kids under 18. Remember your mother, community and me ask that you leave. Dad died in an auto accident when I was three. I'm now 18. Mom, Joyce Greenwood, and I Jerry Greenwood, have been a team ever since. She works for a reality office and makes pretty good money. I'm tied up with swim practice, but on weekends I work at the local supermarket. All my meager dough supports my 1980 Lincoln Town Car. It's an oldy but a goody. The neighbor hardly put much mileage on it. I arrive at school each day looking like I have a chauffer. Now our household has been running along nicely with no surprises or emergencies for all these years, but something happened five months ago that has changed everything: Mom fell in love with Grady. Grady is a banker, pretty well off...nice looking....seems to treat Mom good. That part is okay, I can adjust...I can.live with it, but it's what comes with the package: Bobby. I have sort of known Bobby for years. He's also on the team, but he's a diver. That's okay but Bobby is gay. Everyone knows it in school. I'm less than keen on having a fag in my family. Last week was the wedding. Bobby got a little drunk and made all kinds of remarks to me about our sharing a bedroom and how he can do little services for me at night. A am not a gay basher. Live and let live, but I am terminally straight, if I can invent a phrase. You know being on the swim team I see lots of guys naked. It means nothing to me. I don't even check 'em out. Girls is what I like, girls are what I think of when I think of sex....and I'm pretty successful if I say so myself. I'm a fox. I tell you this in confidence as I don't like to boast. I'm six feet, tight body from years of swimming backstroke. Good face, but my hair is my best feature, bright red and wavy. Bobby is, I suppose, is a hunk, but it's wasted on a queer. He's tight muscled, almost pretty face, full lips, green eyes, curly black hair, girlish eyelashes....the whole gay package. Well Grady and Mom are looking for a house. I'll have my own room away from Bobby and his colognes, lotions, emollients, creams and six deodorants. Geez, my pits are fine without all that shit. I won't have to look at his red, black and yellow supposedly sexy briefs drying on the shower pole. I may be old fashioned but underwear shorts are fine and give me plenty of room for my flesh pole to swing and get air. Now talking about dicks. Bobby walks around the room naked. I think he thinks that'll turn me on. Geesh, I have to avert my eyes to keep from seeing his baloney-like stuff. The first night he moved in to my room and took over the extra bed he was still drunk from the wedding. He weaved around the room, shedding clothes and then came over to my bed where I was trying to sleep and block out his being there. "Hey Jer," (I hate when I'm called "Jer"). "You feeling horny? I got a nice warm hand for you. You don't have to do anything. Just lay back and enjoy." "I'd rather eat broken glass then get closer than five feet from you." "Oh dear," he minced, "Do you really have five feet of cock?" He fanned himself like a maiden. Shit, this was going to be harder than I thought. At school he suppressed his gayness, but still I've already got lots of kidding from the guys. Bobby claims that he has blown half of the swim team. I doubt that. These are real guys. Over the next few weeks Bobby never let up. I didn't hate him, but his persistence was getting wearing. Then there was his masturbation. Bobby was an enthusiastic wanker and loud, especially when he cums. He keeps a box of tissues on the night table and in the morning there are a few lying on the floor near his bed. I damn well won't jerk of when he's around otherwise he'll think I'm enticing him. I'm getting a little horny from lack of getting off. Then there is Maggie, my current girl. She's gorgeous. Her looks and body are amazing. I get hard just saying her name, but she's skittish. We make out a lot. Kissing is outstanding, but she won't touch me for a hand job and as far as a blowjob, forget it. The other night I came home from a Sunday night date with her. Dropped her off at her house. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" Wow, I figured this was it. Her folks were away. In the house she took me to the liquor cabinet. Hell she really meant a drink. I was kinda irritated. I poured myself a half water glass of gin and we sat watching TV together. Nothing, nothing, but I was fast getting wasted. When I left and got into my car I was glad that I only lived around the corner, as I had to hold one palm on one eyes to see the road. I stumbled up to our room. Bobby was splayed out naked as usual, his junk on view. I undressed quickly and fell into bed and pulled the sheet over my face and hurled into a deep sleep. I know it sounds babyish but I always sleep with the sheet over my face. Sometime during the night I half woke up. I was having an excellent dream. My cock was hard as a diamond and I was fucking a wet cunt. Pretty soon I arched the trunk of my body and I guess I had a wet dream as I spewed a lot. In the morning I checked, but there were no nocturnal emission stains. I expected a bad headache from the booze but I felt fine. Bobby thankfully was already dressed and away from the room. You know, I was feeling horny this AM and since I had the room to myself I began a slow stroking. It felt outstanding and I knew this would help with the dry run on the date. With a loud groan I came. Not the usual quantity, just a dribble. I guessed the wet dream caused that. The next night as we were going to bed, Bobby was reading a book in bed and absent-mindedly playing around with his cock. He smiled at me and as I settled in bed, he called: "Have a nice sleep." I didn't even answer because he had that queer tone in his voice that I hated. I am a quick sleeper and a hard one. I put the sheet in its usual position. Sometime later I began a wild dream of standing near the school swimming pool, my cock, in the dream looking enormous and I was getting wanked by the coach. I heard myself groaning and moaning as the "coach's" warm, smooth hands really felt hot. I knew, in my dream, I was going to cum and fill the pool with spooge. I knew I was about to shoot and my body stiffened and then I came as I cried and mewled with pleasure. Now I'm going to tell you a secret. When I screw a girl, immediately after I cum I have a powerful need to kiss her madly. It has just become part of me. Some girls really loved it, they felt it was a compliment to them. The reason I bring this up is that in this hot dream the "coach" kissed me hotly and I kissed back. It was a mind blower. The next morning I woke up, but I stayed in bed because Bobby was propped up reading again. And I had a stiff morning cock. He gave me one of his wet smiles. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, but I had another dream, a powerful one." "Was it sexy?" "Yeah, I guess it was." "Are you hard right now?" "Shut the fuck up. It's none of your business." He laughed and got up and crossed the room to my bed. Now Bobby may be gay, but he's very strong. He pushed on my shoulder and I fell back on my bed. "Ooh, it is hard and it's jumping. Do you know what that means?" I didn't answer. He took my sheet and put it over my face. I found that my breathing was deepening. In this instant I realized that my dreams the last two nights were actuality, that Bobby has been fucking around with me. He lifted my face covering a little. "Would you like a nice morning blowjob? Shake nod if it is yes." I don't know what got into me. Maybe I'm queer too, but a nodded. I was so hot that moment I couldn't say no. He reached for my cock and began a tender soft stroke. Hell it was almost too much. I was crooning like a new born calf. I loved that hand, I would gladly marry it. Then he stopped. "Would you like me to stop, Jer." "No you fucker, if you stop I'll throw you down the stairs." He laughed merrily. He knew that his persistence was paying off, that no "straight" boy could say no to his own stiff cock. Look at all the tough guys in prison who have "girl friends". A cock has no sense, it only knows what feels good. "I feel generous this morning. I'm going to give you a present: my ass." He left me and got on his own bed. He assumed the position on his knees and elbows, his handsome ass up in the air. He called me over. Like a zombie I got behind him on my knees. It felt just the same as when I was getting ready to fuck a girl. His ass was hairless like a girls. "Go ahead, be brave, Jer. Put it in, I'm hot as a firecracker for your prick." I was definitely under some sort of hypnotic spell. I put my cock head at his pulsating ass hole. He reached back and pushed me in. I let out a long moan. Hell, this was stupendous. "Come on, go deeper," he groaned. He shook his ass demandingly. I was loving this. I moved forward until my red pubes were against his muscular ass cheeks. He howled in appreciation. "Okay now fuck me like you mean it, brother." I began a feverish fuck, out of my mind with sensation, partly because of the strange situation of doing it to a guy. It felt better than any fuck I had had before. Although he was my fuck slave, I was under his control. "Jer, take my cock in your hand and jerk me off while you fuck me." I had never touched any cock but my own but his orders felt like they would intensify my sensations which were already boiling. I reached around. Hell, his cock was enormous and dripping with pre cum. I flicked my thumb over the wet head. He called out in pleasure. That made me feel good. I liked my ability to make his shout. I circled his cock and began fucking him and wanking him at the same time. He was making one continuous moan and grunts as we continued, both reaching for our cum. I felt close to him. I put my face down on his smooth back, inhaled his special odor and my head swam. I kissed his back. He felt it and crowed louder. "Jer, your making me so not I can't hold back. I'm going cum in a minute." Then I felt his cock begin to pulse and shoot and this made his ass vibrate against my cock. With a hoarse shout I shot into his insides as his cock spilled all over my hand. I fell back on his bed, on my back, my breath still heaving. I panted, "Bobby, this is the only time we will do this. When we move, you stay in your room and let me be. I don't want to become a Tinkerbell. He laughed and said, "We forgot your kiss." He sat up and pressed his warm lips against mine and I just couldn't help it. I kiss back and slipped my tongue to meet his. "I think this is not the last time" he said "Once you go gay, you stay." End This is the only story I have written in which I am not loving one of the boys. Bobby is a bit of a shit but I guess a good lay. I wonder if Jerry will really go gay.