Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2018 21:01:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Lance Bilder
Subject: Older Bro Cums Home from College (pt. 1)

My Older Bro Cums Home from College (pt. 1)
by: Lance Bilder

I had been sexually active for about two years when my older brother
introduced me to drugs. My brother Adam was a horn dog and from the age of
11, I'd been letting him do all the perverted things he explained to me I
really craved because I was a deviant faggot degenerate. He was 17 and
applying to colleges. He had a girlfriend but seemed to be losing interest
in her and we fell into a sporadic routine of him sneaking into my bedroom
in the middle of the night, waking me up with his heavy uncut cock at my
face and gently pulling me closer until he slid all the way down my throat.

Dad and Mom slept in separate bedrooms and I never put it together til
years later that this was likely the case because Dad, like me, was a
queer. And Dad had molested Adam when he was 10 so Adam naturally turned
around and returned the favor to his little brother. Not sure why Dad never
made a move on me but I suspect it may have had something to do with the
aggressive way my older bro acted around me when our parents were
around. He held me close and made it clear, I was his property and his
project. Neither Dad the pedo nor Mom the alcoholic were allowed too close
to me once Adam had introduced me to full on grown-up sex.

When he left for his freshman year in college, I was depressed at first,
thinking my sex life had screeched to a halt. But in the months between his
departure and his return for Christmas break, I'd managed to start a few
things up in school. But nothing really compared to the animal breeding
between us two horny brothers and I'd gotten sort of addicted to the dirty
faggot talk he'd used on me since Day One.

He was on Christmas break from college when he decided to introduce me to
drug-fueled sex. Dad and Mom had gone off on a trip to Europe, forgetting
about his break schedule and inadvertently leaving the two of us alone in
the house for 10 days.

On the first night, I was so horny, waiting for him to make a move but
instead around 6 or 7, he tossed a frozen pizza in the oven, grabbed Dad's
car keys and told me not to burn the house down while he was out screwing
his old girl.

I watched him drive off into the darkness as I turned on the kitchen TV and
cracked open a beer. I was only 13 but I figured, who was going to stop me?

I had barely finished my second slice when I heard the screeching tires and
brakes as Adam returned home. By the way he stormed up the back stairs
through the kitchen and up to his bedroom without even a word, I figured
he'd been stood up by Jennifer, a girl who'd always seemed too smart for
him and too smart to let him knock her up the way I bet he'd wanted to.

I waited for the cacophony of his slamming of drawers and doors and rifling
around his old room to die down. Then, slowly, I put the rest of the pizza
in the fridge, tossed my dish into the dishwasher and tip-toed up to my
room. Adam sounded like a rabid dog, not to be disturbed.

I was just about to shut my bedroom door when his flew open. He was only
wearing an old ratty pair of boxers. I remembered the pattern, a
traditional blue and green scotch flannel as the one he'd been wearing that
very first night when he'd told me I was a pervert and he was here to help
me get what I need.

"Hey. Have you gotten high yet?"

I shook my head. My mouth was suddenly dry and I wasn't sure I'd be able to
talk. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth.

"How old are you? Boy you fags are such altar boys. Oh wait! That's right.
You really are an altar boy. I forgot."

He just stared at me as though it was my turn to say something but I
couldn't come up with a thing to say. All I could think was how hard it was
not to look at his crotch.

"What are you looking at?" He laughed to himself. "Never mind. I know. Come
here. I want you to try something."

I walked slowly toward him and his outstretched arm. His palm was up and in
it were two tiny round yellow pills with smiley faces imprinted on them.

I reached for the pills and put them in my mouth.

"Oh shit. Not both! You were only supposed to take one. You sick little
fucker!" But it was too late. I'd swallowed them both. Somehow I'd managed
enough saliva for that.

He quickly ducked into his bedroom and I saw him fish out a black case from
his suitcase and he popped a pill himself.

"Come hang with me, little bro. We have a whole week to catch up. I've
missed you. And I bet you missed me too." He lay on his bed and patted the
spot beside him for me to jump up.

I did. But he quickly pushed me off.

"No pants, shoes, or socks on this bed. This is where I sleep you little
shit. Who knows where those jeans have been kneeling. Get comfortable."

I pulled off my jeans, sneakers, socks and shirt. Then realized he hadn't
told me to take off my shirt but I figured by the smile on his face that he
didn't mind.

As soon as I found my spot beside him on his twin sized bed, he grabbed the
remote and turned on his TV. Porno popped on. Two guys were fucking a woman
on all fours. Her tits were jiggling back and forth as one guy's cock
plunged in and out of her pussy while the other one fucked her throat. Both
their hands were resting on her back and they seemed to be staring into
each other's eyes, each one encouraging the other to fuck her deeper,
harder.

"You like that," he said, pulling his hard-on out from inside the boxers.

"I guess, " lied. Honestly I was more interested in his cock than the
video.

"So while I've been away, have you managed to score any cock yet?"

"I don't know." I was embarrassed, ashamed to admit to him that I'd started
butt fucking my track coach in his one-bedroom apartment a half mile from
the school.

My ears started to feel sort of warm and I felt I was getting flush. A heat
tingling through my body made my ears ring a little. I looked over at him
and felt a rush of love. I imagined he knew that I was in love with him and
any sex I had while he was away would just be a poor substitute.

"What are you thinking, little buddy?"

"I'm remembering the first time I saw you in those boxers. You remember?"

"Oh. You mean the first time I made love to you like the little horny
faggot perv you are?"

I smiled. "Yes.  Exactly that," I said, enjoying how it felt to own the
label he'd assigned me.

And without thinking we both looked at his cock and I just bent down to
kiss it. Before it went in my mouth, I moaned and said "I missed you so
much, Adam."

"I missed you too, bro. I really did."

And I felt his warm hands gently pushing my head down onto his dripping
engorged cock as I wriggled out of my BVDs.

Then I heard his finger thwap in and out of his mouth before feeling it
snake its way down my musky crack to my pink hole where gently he started
tap-tap-tapping it with the saliva drenched index finger.

I pulled my knees forward to arch my round little white ass up to give him
a better angle and I felt another finger join his index finger until I was
urgently pushing as far back onto his hand as I could. I pulled my mouth
off his cock, a string of saliva and precum dripping down onto his dark
bush. I stared up at him. I wanted him so bad. I felt a warm glow
overtaking my entire being. I was nothing but love for my older bro and a
receptacle for him and anything he wanted or needed to give me. I wanted to
be his wife.

I smiled. He smiled, licking his lips as he reached under my armpits to
pull my face up to his and then it began. The longest, wettest, slowest,
silent make out session ever. We both just couldn't get our mouths locked
deeply enough and I felt the sweat collecting on his forehead.

"You feel the ex," he asked.

I nodded.

"Me too. But you did two. No fair. Hold on. And he grabbed two more from
his nightstand and did one more. The other one he covered in his spit and
brought round to my hole. He popped it in my hole and I reached back to
help him, both our index fingers pushing urgently to get the drug as deep
in my body as possible.

"I'm sure you've been getting some cock."

I giggled nervously.

"It's OK. I don't mind. It turns me on. Who with?"

"Coach Holiday," I confessed.

"No shit. He's hot! Why don't you text him?

And he handed me his cell phone. I had the coach's number burned into my
memory so I wouldn't have to save him as a contact in my phone and risk Mom
and Dad discovering my secret.

"What should I say?"

"How about. Alone all week in the house with Adam. We're getting high and
he wants you to join us."

I just typed what he dictated verbatim without arguing even though a part
of me worried coach would be shocked.

After I hit send, Adam spit on his cock, pulled my cheeks apart and eased
me down on the one thing I'd been craving since the day he went off to
college. No matter how many loads of coach Holiday or other guys on the
team I'd taken, none of them made me feel complete the way Adam's had.

Quickly he was pumping deeper and harder inside me and it felt as we were
merging into one fevered mindless organism capable of only one thing:
getting his DNA deep into his brother's bod as hotly and as quickly and as
many times as humanly possible.

We were so frenzied in our sweaty fevered love making that neither one of
us heard the doorbell ring.

(to be continued)