Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 13:28:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: PAINTING OUR ROOM

DISCLAIMER: This story is not true. It never happened. Maybe it could, but
I don't know about it. It is solely for the enjoyment of others, like
myself, who like to read about the joy of having sex with someone of your
own sex. For those of you who live in places where reading something like
this is illegal, I'm sorry for you and hope you have the good sense to
leave and go somewhere you can live your life fully as yourself.

PAINTING OUR ROOM
by RimPig (c) 2002

I woke up slowly, feeling a weight around my middle and against my back. It
took a few moments to realize what it was. The strong, rich scent of male
and the muscular hairiness of the forearm told me what was going on. It was
my brother, Brad, his body wrapped around mine from behind and his arm
holding me tight to him. I also noticed something very hard was poking into
the cheek of my butt.

Oh, my God! Brad is holding me and he has a hardon! Jesus! What the fuck
was I going to do about this? What the fuck did I want to do about this?
Well...the answer to those questions was easy! Nothing and Nothing. I was
just going to lay here and enjoy what I had wanted to happen for a very
long time - that's all I wanted to do about it.

Of course, I didn't want Brad to know that I was awake and thoroughly
enjoying this very intimate contact. I guessed this was the closest that I
was ever going to get to what I wanted most in the world - Brad holding me
and making love to me. He probably was dreaming that I was one of the girls
he dated.

Let me explain a few things. First of all, my name is Ryan. I'm sixteen
years old. I stand about 5 foot 9 and I weigh about 140 pounds. Yeah, I
know, I'm somewhat skinny. But I have a nice swimmer's build and hard
abs. I've also got about seven hard inches which I'm quite attached to - if
you get my drift. I'm the youngest of two sons and the 'brain' of the
family. Oh, it's not that Brad is dumb or anything, but he's more the jock
of the family.

The only sport I'm interested in is swimming but Brad is quarterback of the
football team, he's captain of the wrestling team and he's on the track
team. He's a senior and is eighteen. He stands 6 foot even and weighs at
least 180 or 200, most of which is solid, well-defined muscle. He has dark
wavy hair which is rather shaggy most of the time, but I like it that
way. He has incredibly beautiful blue eyes that can pierce right through to
your soul! He has eight inches of very solid, very thick man-meat and nice
pair of balls in a softly furred sack. Neither one of us has a lot of hair
on our bodies. Brad is more heavily furred on his arms and legs than I am
but I figure that's what 2 years of age difference can cause.

The reason that we were together in the same bed was because we were in the
process of re- painting our bedroom and we couldn't sleep in there because
of the fumes of the paint. We shared a room, we didn't have our own. Our
Dad didn't make a lot of money working construction and raising two teenage
boys wasn't cheap. Our mom had died when we were very little and Dad had
raised us alone. He never remarried. And even though he'd talked about
moving to a larger house where we could have our own room, both Brad and I
had assured him that this was a total waste of money. We didn't mind
sharing a room with each other. We'd done it all our lives. And we weren't
the typical brothers. We didn't fight. I could hardly remember any fights
we'd had in our whole lives.

Part of the reason for that is that I have always worshiped the ground that
Brad walked on. He had always been my idol, my hero. And Brad had always
seemed to have a very protective and loving attitude about me. Even when we
were little, Brad never minded his 'little brother' tagging along behind
him wherever he'd go. If any of his friends who were his age objected, they
didn't stay friends very long.

We had somewhat grown apart since I entered High School. I knew that. And I
knew why. I had done it on purpose. You see, it was about that time that I
made two discoveries which, frankly, scared the hell out of me! One was
that, as I had suspected for a long time, I had no interest in girls at
all. I liked guys. That's a pretty heavy realization to come to -
especially when you're 14.  But the second discovery was even more
disturbing. I was not only very sexually attracted to, but in love with, my
brother Brad.

Of course, in some perverted kind of logic, this only made sense. After
all, Brad is fucking gorgeous! You'll just have to take my word for that. I
notice all the looks he gets from girls, and even from some guys when they
think no one is looking.  But, more importantly, Brad is the most loveable
person I know. He's kind, gentle, honest, funny and about a million other
things all rolled into one! Yeah! I've got it really bad, don't I? You can
tell, huh?

So for two years now I'd laid in my own bed and jacked off fantasizing
about my brother every chance I got! I must have shot 2 - 3 thousand loads
of milky-white teen spoonge thinking about him. I reveled in the scent of
him that filled the room whenever he got home from some sports practice or
when he ran to keep in shape. The strong tang of his musk and sweat gave me
an instant hardon! Sometimes, when he wasn't home, I'd sneak over into his
bed and roll myself up int the blankets and sheets and just lay there
smelling his scent surrounding me. I also would go into his gym bag and
take his jock or go in his closet and grab his already worn underwear to
huff while I pounded load after load from my pud! Yep! I had it really bad!

Because of the heavy fumes from the paint, we couldn't sleep in our room
for at least two to three nights. Instead, we slept on an old double bed
down in the basement. As the basement had it's own toilet and shower, it
actually was in some ways better than our own room. Except for the fact
that there was only one bed. We had talked about bringing down another bed,
but it seemed silly for only a few nights. And besides, when he had been
small, we slept together quite often.

I hated to sleep alone when I was little and was always crawling in bed
with Brad. He never seemed to mind, he would just move over and let me get
under the covers with him and then put his arms around me. With this, I
would go right to sleep. As we grew older, however, this behavior
stopped. Not because I wanted it to, but because I was clearly told by my
mom, not too long before she died, that I was too old to be sleeping with
Brad. I was about seven at the time.  Not being one to ever disobey, I
dutifully slept in my own bed - but I didn't like it! After she died, it
was like I had to continue to obey her no matter what, because it was one
of the last big things she told me to do.

So along came this opportunity to again sleep with Brad and you'd think I
would be jumping for joy at the chance? Think again. I didn't expect to
curl up in his arms like I really wanted to and I was scared to death that
I would throw the boner from hell and never be able to go to sleep at all!
I didn't want Brad to know that I was attracted to boys - and, more
importantly, to him. After all, Brad was, at least from everything I could
tell, straight. He dated - usually one of the more popular girls in our
school and it was rumored that he was a 'shoe-in' for Home Coming king that
year. I was sure that, by this time, he was not a virgin. No doubt it would
not be too much longer and I'd be attending his wedding and bouncing my
nephews and nieces on my knee.

The idea of that whole "Family Values" scenario really turned my stomach!
It also just about tore my heart out. I loved Brad and I didn't know if I'd
ever find another guy like him to love. But I was resigned to my fate. I
would always have him for a brother, at least. But what I wouldn't have
given for just one night in his arms of making love to him. Well, at least
I'd have him in bed one more time. If only to sleep.

That first night in the basement we stripped down to our briefs, as
usual. As we got ready for bed, Brad brought up our past.

"You remember when you used to crawl in bed with me all the time, bro?"
Brad asked.

"Sure I do." I answered, trying to sound non-committal.

"I always loved that. You always made me feel so grown up, turning to me
for protection like that." he mused. He had a very distant look in his
eyes, as if he were looking back on those days.

"Yeah, well...I just hated sleeping alone. Everything used to scare me
then. I was such a little pussy!" I said, sounding a bit more disgusted
with myself than I felt.

"You were a kid, bro! We both were. Kids get scared. It was a whole new
world and there were lots of frightening things in it!" he said.

"Well, you were never scared." I said.

"The fuck I wasn't! When those big thunder and lightening storms would come
along, I'd almost piss the bed I was so fucking scared!" he said.

"You never acted like you were." I shook my head in amazement - Brad?
Scared?

"Fuck, no! I had to act brave 'cause you were scared enough for both of us!
And the funny thing was, keeping you from being scared, made me less
afraid." he said quietly.

"I never knew..." I said.

"Good! That's the way I wanted it!" he said, reaching over and ruffling my
hair.

I smiled at him. I loved when he did that. Fuck! I loved whenever he
touched me, any where that he touched me! Even if it did usually give me
the hardon from hell!

"I'm too tired to take a shower, Brad. I hope you don't mind." I said.

"Fuck, bro! I'm too tired, too. I can stand your stink if you can stand
mine!" he chuckled.

"Yeah, no problem." I said.

No problem?! Fuck! As much as I loved his scent, it was like a dream come
true!

Then he turned over so that his back was toward me and went off to sleep. I
laid down, expecting to be awake half the night. But we had worked so hard
on the painting that day that sleep came very quickly for me. But not for
long. The next thing I knew, I was awoken by Brad's arms around me and his
hard cock poking me in the butt. I just lay there and drank in his scent
and felt the warmth of his body as he held me.

If that was all that he had done, it would have been enough. I wasn't
freaked or anything. I was quite willing to settle for the feeling of his
hard, muscular arms around me. I didn't even mind his hardon shoved up
against my ass. But then he started moaning and the next thing I knew, he
was kissing and licking the back of my neck and down my shoulders! I knew
he had to be dreaming about some 'babe' and was sure that he'd freak out if
he woke up and found me in his arms instead! It was just a little too close
to my fantasy and my hidden shame to be comfortable.

"Ryan. Oh, God! Ryan. I love you so much!" Brads voice, heavy with sleep
murmured in my ear.

Oh, Fuck!!! What the fuck was going on here! He wasn't calling out the name
of some babe in his sleep - he was talking to ME!!! This fucking couldn't
be happening! Brad couldn't possibly have feelings for me - not like I did
him!

"Don't hate me, Ryan. I can't help it. I've loved you for so long..." his
voice trailed off and I felt his cock pressing harder against my ass.

I lay there, feeling him hunching against my ass. His body felt so hard and
so good touching mine.  I started to push my ass back against his hard cock
and then, suddenly, his touch was gone. He quickly took his arms from
around me and turned until he was facing the wall next to the bed. I could
feel the bed shaking. At first, I thought maybe he was jacking off. But it
wasn't that kind of rhythmic motion. I lay there, feeling Brad's body
shudder and then I suddenly realized, he was crying.

I turned over and moved towards him. I was afraid to touch him, afraid to
get to close to him for fear that he would know that I had the rod to end
all rods, but it didn't matter. My brother, the man I loved most in the
world, was crying - hurting - I couldn't leave him in that anguish alone,
no matter what he might think of me.

I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumped. He swung his head around
quickly and looked into my eyes. The moonlight was shining just enough
through the basement windows that I could see the tears running down his
face. I reached out and touched his face, catching some of his tears on my
fingers and, not knowing why I was doing it, I brought my fingers to my
lips to taste them. He stared at me and I saw incredible fear in his eyes
along with confusion. I didn't know what to do or say, I just let myself
go. I don't know where the courage came from, but this time, it was going
to have to be me who was brave enough for both of us.

I leaned down and gently brought my lips to his shoulder. I kissed him and
reached out my tongue to taste his skin. It saltiness of his sweat was
almost as strong as it had been from his tears. As I licked his shoulder, I
looked back into his eyes. I knew he could see the smile there. I continued
to taste him for a few more seconds and then lifted my head, looking down
at him.

"What's the matter, Brad? Please tell me?" I begged.

He just lay there, staring at me, like I was some stranger. Then I began to
become afraid. Maybe he didn't remember the dream. Maybe he wasn't able to
admit to himself that he wanted me and I'd just overplayed my hand and
showed him how much I wanted him when he couldn't deal with it. I waited
for him to say something. Instead, he turned his face to the wall again. I
knew I'd really blown it then! My brother not only knew I was 'queer', he
also knew how much I wanted him. My only hope was that maybe by morning he
would forget this happened or just thought it was part of his dream. I
moved away from him and turned over, facing away from him. My own tears now
began to fill my eyes.

Then I heard his voice, very low and soft.

"Ryan, I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen." he said.

"I'm sorry, too, Brad, because I did." There was no use lying about it. I
could never lie to Brad, anyway.

I felt him turn over facing me so I turned back to face him.

"You did?" he finally asked.

"Yes, I've wanted this to happen for a very long time. I never thought
there was any chance of it, though." I admitted.

He looked deep into my eyes and then reached out his arms to me. I moved
quickly into them and again found myself wrapped in the strong, muscular
arms of my brother. Without another word, our lips met and I felt his
tongue pressing against my upper lip, begging entrance. I opened my mouth
and his tongue flooded into mine, tasting me. I sucked on his tongue and
heard moaning. I thought at first it was Brad and then I realized that it
was both of us.

"Fuck, bro!" Brad said, when we finally came up for air. "I can't fucking
believe this! Are you sure this is what you want?"

"More sure of anything than I've ever been in my entire life!" I promised
him. "I've wanted you for what seems like forever!"

"Oh, God! Bro! You have no idea how hard it's been for me! Having you
laying there, every night, not ten feet from me and not being able to reach
out and hold you. Not being able to touch you and kiss you. So many times
I'd wished that we were little kids again so that you would crawl into my
bed and I could hold you in my arms. Why did we ever stop that?" he asked.

"We didn't. Mom did. Right before she died, she laid down the law to me
that I was 'too old' to be crawling into bed with you anymore. Guess she
thought it would make us queer!" I started to giggle at that one!

"Well, I guess she put a stop to it too late then!" Brad said, smiling at
me. "And all these years I've always thought that you just got tired of
sleeping in my arms."

I snuggled closer to him and put my head down on his shoulder like I used
to.

"I could never, ever get tired of sleeping in your arms!" I said.

"Is that all you want to do, sleep?" he gave me a very horny grin.

"With what I felt poking me in the ass, I doubt if there's going to be much
sleeping going on in this bed tonight!" I laughed.

Brad reached down between our bodies and his hand grasped my hard cock
inside my briefs. He gently squeezed it and I moaned while my briefs became
wet with my cock-honey which was now leaking from my cock-head.

"Oh, and you were just going to fall asleep with this!?" he grinned.

"Well...it didn't happen until you woke me up. But, yes. I was. I was happy
just to have your arms around me again, for whatever reason! I figured that
you were dreaming about one of your cheerleader 'babes'." I told him.

He started laughing. I couldn't figure out just exactly what he found so
funny! I'd been envying all those girls he dated for the last couple of
years.

"Ryan, there are no 'babes'. They're just girls I took out on
dates. Nothing ever happened with any of them!" he explained.

"Nothing?" I asked, my voice showing my disbelief.

"Nothing. Ryan, I'm not interested in girls. Never have been. The girls,
the dates, those were just for cover so nobody would figure that out." he
said.

"But what about the girls? Why didn't they say anything?" I asked.

"How could they? They got what they wanted - a date with a guy they thought
was the hottest guy in school. If they admitted that they hadn't been able
to turn me on, what would that have done to their reputations? And if they
admitted that, it would bring up the question of them being a slut for
trying to begin with. I won either way!" he explained.

"You sly dog, you!" I laughed. "So why did you wait so long to tell me?"

"Because I didn't know that you liked guys, too. And the way you looked up
to me, I was afraid that I would sway you to do things with me that you
didn't really want to do." he said.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" I looked askance at him. "Bro,
you're born this way! All the influence in the world couldn't have made
this happen inside me!"

"Yes, it could. Look, I know that you're born gay. But when guys are young
- especially when they're young and horny (and what guy isn't!) they'll do
things that maybe they want to do at the time but later they feel a lot of
guilt and shame over it. And, if they do it with a friend, that friendship
usually doesn't last. I didn't want that to happen between you and me. I
love you too much to have you end up hating me." he said, his eyes boring
deeply into mine.

"Ok, I can understand that. But why now? Why tonight?" I asked.

"Opportunity, I guess. I didn't intend for this to happen. I really was
asleep through most of it. I only came awake when you started pushing your
ass against my cock. I don't have any idea what I did before that." he told
me.

"Really, you don't remember the incredible blow-job you gave me?!" I tried
to keep a serious look on my face saying this.

"No, Ryan, nor do I have the taste cum in my mouth - which I would have!"
his voice full of menace.

I started giggling.

"Ok, there was no blow-job. What you did was put your arms around me and
then you started kissing and licking the back of my neck and
shoulders. Then you told me how much you loved me and how long you waited
to do that. All the while you were poking that hard thing in my butt and,
when I finally pushed back, you freaked!" I told him. Then a thought hit
me. "Hey! How do you know what cum tastes like, anyway?!"

"What? You've never tasted your own, bro?" he asked, looking hard at me.

"Well...maybe a couple of times..." I said, lying through my teeth!

"Yeah, right! I'll bet you eat it every time!" he laughed.

I didn't say anything. I waited for him to stop laughing.

"Yes, and I pretend it's yours." My voice was very soft and low admitting
this.

His face went from laughter to shock.

"Really?!" he asked almost breathless.

"Yes. Really." I assured him. "I've loved you all my life. I finally knew I
was in love with you two years ago. I just always figured that there was no
chance of anything happening between us. I thought you were hopelessly
straight!" I said.

He laughed again.

"The only thing I was, bro, was hopelessly in love with you." he said and
slipping his hand behind my head he gently drew our mouths together for
another deep, wet kiss.

I felt my body trembling at Brad's touch. I reached up and put my hands to
his muscular chest and began stroking the warm, soft skin I found there. I
could feel the hardness of his muscles under the velvet-like skin. I let my
hands explore more until I found his nipples. They were hard and pointing
out like little rubber pencil erasures. I gently tugged on them and Brad
began moaning into my mouth. His hips hunched forward and our cocks pressed
together, only separated by our white cotton briefs. I could feel Brad's
other hand travel down my back and slide inside my briefs until he was
gently stroking the cheeks of my ass and running one of his fingers down
the trench between my cheeks.

I moaned deeply when his finger tip brushed my pucker. I'd never felt
anything that good before.  Not even when I'd played with my own butt while
jacking off. Brad quickly figured out that this was something that I really
liked and he continued to trace the circle of my hole, slowly teasing it
until I could barely stand it. In an almost involuntary action, I pushed
back against his probing finger and, to my surprise, it easily slid inside
me. Brad and I both moaned as his finger slid all the way into my
body. Almost without thinking, I lifted my leg and let it rest on top of
Brad's thigh, pulling my cheeks apart and giving him more access. His
finger went deeper and suddenly he touched something up inside me that made
me feel like I was going to cum any second. A grunt escaped me as I felt my
cock belch out pre-cum, making my briefs wet with my own juices.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Brad asked, pulling him mouth away from mine,
deep concern in his eyes.

"Fuck, no!" I answered. "Whatever you just hit up inside me almost fucking
got me off!" I exclaimed.

Brad gave a low chuckle.

"That's your prostate, bro. Makes you cum like crazy when somebody touches
it just right." he said.

I'd never discovered it before, even when I would shove a finger up my butt
while pounding on my pud. Maybe it was the angle that Brad's finger was at
or the fact that it was longer and thicker than mine. Whatever it was, I
wanted to feel the feeling again and again and again! A thought was going
through my head, though, that really started to drive me crazy with
lust. If that's what Brad's finger felt like up my butt, what would his
cock feel like?

"Brad, please do it some more!" I begged.

"With pleasure, bro. I'd love to do more, but I don't think you're ready
for that yet." he smiled.

"You mean you'd like to fuck me." I said quietly.

He looked at me in shock. I guess he thought I was more naive than I
was. Even though I was a virgin, it wasn't for lack of information. I'd
seen fuck-books before and even had seen one with nothing but guys in it. I
seen guys sucking each other's cocks and even saw guys putting their cocks
up other guy's butts. I remember thinking when I saw it that the guy
getting his ass fucked must be in a lot of pain, but he sure didn't look
like it. He had a very satisfied smile on his face while his butt was
getting reamed with a thick, fat cock.

"Well...yeah. Eventually." Brad equivocated.

"Eventually tonight or eventually whenever?" I asked as if I was discussing
a game of pinball or something.

"I kind of figured I'd wait to see if you were interested in that." he said
slowly.

"You can't tell I'm interested?" I asked, reaching out and punctuating my
question by a soft lick of my tongue up his stubbly chin while clenching my
ass muscles around his finger at the same time.

"Fuck, bro! Your so fucking hot inside, and your hole feels so soft, I can
hardly stand it. But I've never fucked a guy before and I don't want to
hurt you. I know I'm not small. It's something I could live without until
you're ready." he insisted.

"Would it change your mind if I told you I wanted you to fuck me - that
I've dreamed of you fucking me just like I thought you were fucking all of
those cheerleaders you dated. Could you still 'live without it'?" I asked,
an evil little grin on my face as I watched my big, masculine hunk of a
brother squirming at the thought of his cock plundering my anal treasures.

"Oh, God! Don't do this to me, Ryan! Bro, I want you so bad! I've wanted
you for so long!  You're driving me fucking crazy!" he begged.

"And just what the fuck do you think you're doing to me, Brad? I wanted you
just as much! I swear, I'm going to have your cock in my ass fucking me
tonight, or I'm gonna die trying! But there's something I want to do
first. Something I've dreamed of even more." I told him.

"What's that?" he asked, breathless with anticipation.

"Before I tell you...I have a confession to make to you. I hope you won't
be angry or think that I'm a complete 'perv' or something." I said.

"What is it, Ryan? I won't get angry. I promise. And if you're a 'perv'
than I guess that makes me one too." he smiled.

"I don't know how to put this exactly...but...I get turned on to your
scent." I said, waiting for Brad to explode.

"Really? My smell turns you on?" he asked, amazement and curiosity more
evident in his tone than anything else.

"Yeah, it does. Really bad! I love sniffing your jock while I jack off and
when you come home from practice or from running and you haven't had a
shower, my cock just gets bone hard and I have to jack off while you're in
the shower." I admitted.

"Fuck, bro! I had no idea! I thought that I was the only one that got
turned on to the way guys smell!" he said quietly.

"You! You get off on it, too?!" I exclaimed. This was unbelievable!

"Yeah, I love the locker room because of all the heavy smells of guy's
sweat! And I'll admit I've grabbed your jock more than a few times to huff
while I jack off, bro. I love the smell of your body." he said, leaning
down and licking the tip of my nose and then raising my arm and burying his
nose in my pit while taking deep whiffs of my sweaty scent.

"Oh, yeah! Brad! Smell my pit, man! I never guessed!" I moaned.

He sniffed for a few moments and then raised his head, grinning at me.

"I guess there's a lot we don't know about each other, bro."

"Well...there's a little more to it than that, Brad." I said, hesitantly.

"Yeah? Like what, bro?"

"Well...there's certain areas of your body that I would really like the
chance to explore, if you know what I mean..." I said.

"Like where, bro? Not that it really matters - you can explore any part of
my body that you want!  I'm yours." Brad said.

"Then lay back and don't make me talk anymore! Please, Brad! Just let me
make love to your body like I've always dreamed of doing. Afterward, I want
you to fuck me. Ok?" I asked.

By way of an answer, he rolled over on his back, and then Brad put his
hands behind his head and spread open his legs for me. There he lay, like a
smorgasbord - all laid out for me to feast on and grinning at me. I hoped
he was still grinning when I finished and not totally grossed out at what I
had in mind.

I had been huffing and licking his jock for two years now. And in that
time, he had hardly ever washed it - a fact that I was personally very glad
about. The pouch had been of endless fascination to me, of course. I
learned to detect the tastes and scents of sweat, dried piss and what I
took for pre-cum in it. But down at the lower point of the pouch, where it
met the straps that went around his strong, thick thighs, there was a
darker and richer scent than anywhere else on his jock. It finally dawned
on me that this point rested on or near his ass hole. This was the scent I
wanted to explore on his body. I had seen his beautiful bubble butt framed
by the straps of his jock at least a thousand times and my thoughts had
always been the same - I wanted to smell and taste his fucking ass!

I started my exploration of Brad in the most common place, however. His
pits. He had dark, soft hair filling them and I buried my nose in the hair
and snorted deeply of the sweaty, manly scent there. I moaned at the smell
and my tongue came out and I began to bathe the hairs with it. When I
finally moved on, both of his pits were sopping wet with my saliva and Brad
was moaning with delight at the way my tongue was moving across his chest
and my lips and teeth were nibbling at his very sensitive nips. He arched
his back from the bed as my tongue worried the nubs and he groaned at each
sharp nip from my teeth.

I moved down his abdomen, washing the bulges of his ab muscles with my
tongue until I ended up, face down on the pouch of his cotton briefs. His
hard cock was trapped inside but I could almost clearly see the head
because the briefs were so wet where his pre-cum was leaking through the
soft, thin material. I could smell his crotch odor as well as some dried
piss in his briefs. I licked at his cockhead through the briefs and was
gifted with the taste of his pre-cum, warm and wet from the piss-slit of
his cock. I was not in any mood, however, to be cut off from Brad's body by
anything so I quickly started pulling his briefs down and off. Brad helped
by lifting his hips and allowing me to slide the briefs down his legs until
I had them completely off him.

His cock lay there throbbing. I'd seen it hard enough times in the morning
when he first got up, but for some reason it now looked enormous. And
tasty! I licked over the head and tasted Brad's cock honey straight from
the source for the very first time. It was delicious! It was sweet with
perhaps a hint of saltiness but, more important, it was 'Brad'. My tongue
began licking all over the head of his cock and he was moaning that if I
wasn't careful he was going to 'blow'! I decidedly did not want that! Not
now! Not when my quest was almost at an end. I licked down the ridge of his
cock and then moved to where I was laying face down between his legs with
my nose firmly pressed into his warm, hairy nut-sack.

God! The scent of his sweaty balls was almost more than I could take! My
cock was leaking pre- cum like crazy and I was in danger of losing my load
myself - just from sniffing my brother's balls!  The scent here was strong!
The odor of crotch sweat, musk and male rut was intoxicating - especially
to someone who loved the smell of a man's body the way I did - especially
this man's body! I took deep whiffs of his scent and then began to lick all
over his nut-sack. I discovered the hair to be soft on his sack, not wiry
as I thought it might be. And the taste of him was everything I had dreamed
it would be and more.

I licked all over his nut-sack and then dipped my head lower and began
licking the back of it and the patch of skin leading from his nuts to the
opening of his ass crack. Brad moaned and spread his legs father allowing
me better access. When he did that, the crack of his ass opened wider and
the scent of his butt became instantly stronger. The dark scent curled up
into my nose and I was drunk with it! I had to smell his butt! I had to
taste his butt!

Reaching out with my hands, I slid them under his thighs, just above his
knees. Continuing to lick at that patch of skin and moving down until the
point of my tongue touched just the crease where his ass cheeks joined, I
pushed up with my hands, trying to get his legs to rise and pull back so
that his butt trench would finally be open to my nose and mouth.  Whether
he realized what I was up to or not, I felt Brad's hand join mine and he
pulled his legs back so that they were almost resting on his chest. This
gave me full access to his butt-trench.

I pushed my face into his butt and began to run my nose up and down the
trench. The dark, raunchy smells of his butt hit me like some sort of drug
and I was high! Lost in a world of dark, rich male scent. I could smell
sweat, musk, his ass juices and something more that was distinctly
'Brad'. The closer I came to his hole, the darker and richer the scents
became. I breathed in heavily of his scent wanting desperately to taste
him, but afraid my tasting would erase all of the wonderful scents I of
which I couldn't seem to get enough.

I kept breathing in the raw scent of his butt until I just couldn't resist
tasting him anymore. I took my tongue and started at the base of his ass
crack and dragged it all the way up to his balls. The taste was salty and
tangy and not unpleasant at all. I started lapping through his trench like
a dog and Brad was moaning and babbling while his body shook from the
feelings I was causing.

"God! Bro! What are you doing to me! Fuck! Yeah! Lick my ass, man! Lick my
fuckin' ass!"  Brad moaned while I cheerfully continued to do just that.

After a while, as my tongue continued to pass over his soft wrinkly hole, I
decided that it deserved much more attention than I was paying to it. I
began circling the hole with my tongue and pressing softly against
it. After a few minutes of this, along with lots of moaning and babbling
from Brad, the hole began to relax and I could feel it even slightly
open. My tongue went on the quest to explore the inside of my brother's
body. Gathering my tongue into a point, I pushed at the hole and felt my
tongue begin to slide inside on the saliva that was already dripping from
it.  The taste became tangier as I pushed into the hole. I began pushing in
and out like my tongue was a small wet cock and I was fucking Brad's
ass. The more my cock pushed against his hole, the more it opened until I
was going in as far as my tongue could reach. Somewhere inside my head, I
was suddenly wishing I was blessed with a much longer tongue. But I worked
with what I had. I tasted the inside of Brad's ass and literally licked the
inside of him.

I was loving what I was doing so much that my cock, which was trapped under
me on the bed, was getting very close to cumming, which I didn't want to
happen yet. My tongue and mouth was getting tired as well from all the
activity my eating Brad's ass had caused. It was with relief that I heard
Brad's voice above me.

"Bro! Please stop! I'm gonna cum!!!" he cried out.

I pulled my face out of his ass and moved from between his legs until I was
laying beside him again. He leaned down to kiss me, tasting his own ass on
my mouth.

"Mmm...I can taste myself. Tastes good!" Brad said.

"It sure did!" I enthused.

"God, bro! Where the fuck did you learn to do that?!" he asked.

"No where. I've never had sex with anybody." I told Brad.

"Never?!" he exclaimed.

"Never." I told him.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I never had an opportunity. I was too scared to fool around other guys for
fear they'd find out I was gay. And besides, there was only one guy that I
really wanted to have sex with, but I never thought he'd go for it." I
said.

"Who was it?" he asked. Brad could be a dumb jock at times!

"You." I said.

The look on his face was one of shock which quickly changed to love. He
pulled me closer into his arms and kissed me again.

"Fuck, bro! I love you so much! I'm sorry you had to wait so long to find
out how much I wanted you. I've been so busy trying to hide my feelings
from you, I guess I never really looked to see how you felt about me." he
said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter now. I would trade just having sex with anybody else for
making love to you anytime!" I swore to him.

"Do you really mean that, Ryan?" he asked, a serious tone creeping into his
voice.

"I've never meant anything more, Brad." I said, answering him as seriously
as his question.

"As you grow older, that will probably change." he said, his eyes looking
away from me.

"It hasn't changed in 16 years. I don't expect it to. Brad, I've known you
literally all of my life.  You were always the one that I looked up to and
loved. You were always the one that was there for me. How could I want
anyone else when I have you? But I don't 'have' you, do I? Maybe that's not
even what you want?" I asked him.

"Look, Ryan, I'll admit that I've had sex with a couple of guys - just
playing around, you know?  Just getting my rocks off. I haven't even gotten
off yet and I already am more satisfied than anything I've done in the
past. The minute I finally had you in my arms, I knew that there would
never be anyone else that I would ever love as much as I love you. So as
far as 'having' me - if you want me, Ryan, I'm yours - for as long as you
want me." Brad said, looking deep into my eyes.

"We won't live that long!" I smiled. "I want you forever."

Brad leaned down and kissed me again. The kiss was hot and passionate. He
moved from my mouth and began trailing his mouth and tongue down my chin
and throat, sucking and licking as he went. I moaned at the erotic feelings
he was causing in me as he slowly rose over my body until he was kneeling
over me and moving down to begin licking across my chest. He took my hands
from around his neck and gathered my wrists in one of his hands, holding
them so that I was caught, like prey in a predator's grasp. He moved my
arms above my head, never letting go of my wrists and then settled his own
weight down on top of me and buried his face in one of my armpits. I could
hear him taking deep breaths of my sweaty scent and a I could hear a low
growl emanate from his throat as he took in as much of my body's scent as
he could.

When his tongue began licking through my fine, sparse pit hair, I all but
rose vertically off the bed! Had it not been for his weight holding me down
I would have. As it was I squirmed in the agony/ecstasy of his tasting
me. It tickled, because I am very sensitive there, but at the same time, it
was so erotic, so sensual that I never wanted him to stop. On his way to my
other pit, he stopped to suck and nibble at my tits. I was moaning and
crying out myself at the intensity of the feelings he was causing. It was
almost as if the nerves in my nipples were directly tied to the one's in my
cock because each time he nipped at them, my cock instantly flexed harder
and my cock- honey pushed out wetting my crotch and Brad's lower abdomen
which was holding it captive. I heard Brad chuckle to himself. He was
certainly getting a lot of pleasure out of making me squirm!

After thoroughly soaking both my pits with his saliva, he finally let go of
my hands and began moving down my body, sensuously sliding his own hard,
muscular body against me. His mouth never left my skin. He licked down my
abs until he encountered my briefs. He sniffed at the pouch of them for a
second and then practically tore them off my body in his eagerness to get
to my crotch. Once I was naked, his nose was buried in the small puff of
pubic hair at the base of my cock. I could hear him taking deep whiffs of
the odors he found there as he hands began to massage my groin and the
inside of my thighs. I lay there, my arms still above my head because, so
lost was I in Brad's exploration of my body that I never even thought to
move them back down.

Brad licked around the base of my cock and then went to the tip to taste my
cock-honey. The touch of his tongue and lips to my cockhead almost had me
cumming! I moaned and Brad, realizing how close he was taking me to the
edge, quickly moved down and began sniffing at my nutsack instead. He
pressed his nose right into my sack and moaned at the strong male odor he
found there. He then opened his mouth and took the entire sack in his
mouth, rolling my balls around in the bag with his tongue. I was in heaven!
Nothing had ever felt this good in my life and all of it was Brad, the
boy/man I loved most in the world. Just that thought all but brought tears
of joy to my eyes.

I didn't know how far Brad would go with this, but I soon found out. He
reached under my knees with his hands and pushed my legs back until I was
almost bent double. This raised and opened my ass trench to his eager
face. He immediately began to sniff up and down my ass crack, moaning as he
did so. He looked up from between my legs with a huge grin on his face.

"God, bro! Your ass is amazing! The scent really turns me on! I'm sure glad
you said you want me to fuck you because I don't think I could keep from
fucking you now!" he said.

He dipped his face back into my butt and continued to sniff my ass scents
for a few more minutes.  Then I felt his tongue begin the slow glide
through my ass trench. I couldn't help moaning at the feeling. I was like
nothing else I'd ever experienced! It was so incredibly erotic and just
slightly nasty at the same time. It was so totally intimate! Brad was
licking the most sensitive, the most private part of my body and we were
both loving every second of it. Even though I had been playing with my hole
while I jacked off for quite a while, I was amazed at how easily it opened
to Brad's tongue! With very little effort that I could feel, Brad's tongue
was soon as far up inside me as he could get it and he was fucking me with
it, just as I had tongue-fucked him. If this was what it felt like to be
fucked, then I wanted Brad to fuck me every minute of every day for the
rest of our lives!

As he continued to lick and taste the inside of my body, I felt myself
rapidly building toward cumming. I didn't want that to happen yet. I wanted
Brad's cock inside me before I came. I really didn't want to stop his oral
assault of my ass, but I knew if I didn't stop him I was going to go over
the edge and I would have no way of stopping myself.

"Brad! Stop! I don't want to cum before you fuck me!" I moaned.

He face instantly popped out of my ass and he lay there looking at me from
between my legs. He had a huge grin on his face and his tongue was hanging
out of his mouth. He kind of reminded me of a big, shaggy dog! A very
loveable shaggy dog!

I expected him to take me back in his arms but instead he surprised me by
getting up off the bed entirely. He walked around until he stood looking
down at me next to my head. His cock was hard and pointing right at me. I
could see the glistening of a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I leaned over and
licked it off and Brad moaned at the action.

"I gotta go get something, bro, if we're going to fuck. I won't take but a
minute. Don't go anywhere." he said.

"And just where am I going to go like this?" I giggled, wiggling my crotch,
causing my hard cock to sway back and forth.

He leapt up the stairs to the main floor of the house. He was gone maybe
five minutes when I heard him coming down the stairs again. In his hand he
had a bottle of something but I couldn't tell what. He put the bottle on
the floor next to the bed and then hopped in with me and gathered me once
again in his arms.

"Did you miss me?" he asked grinning.

"Terribly! You were gone an eternity and I didn't know what to do with
myself!" I giggled.

He pulled me to him and kissed me gently on the forehead. I was a little
confused. This guy had just deep kissed my butt and now he was only kissing
me on the forehead?

"Aren't you going to really kiss me?" I asked.

"In a minute, bro. I want to really give myself a chance to relax. I'm so
turned on right now, I don't think I'd even get inside you before I'd shoot
my load. That isn't exactly how I've dreamed about fucking you for the
first time!" he said, squeezing me close to his warm body.

"And just how long have you been having this dream?" I asked.

"Since I started to really notice what a cute butt you've got - about the
time you were 12." he answered.

"You've been looking at my ass and wanting it for six years!" I was
completely blown away! I had no idea he'd been attracted to me all this
time.

"Yeah. That's when I finally knew what I wanted to do with you. I've had
feelings for much longer than that. I knew I wanted you in some way, I just
didn't understand how. But since you got into high school, you started to
push me away and keeping to yourself. I just figured that there was no
chance of you ever wanting me the way I wanted you. That's when I started
experimenting with some other guys. I thought that maybe I could get over
my obsession with you. But no luck! It just didn't do anything for me. I
got off, but afterwards I felt so empty inside.  I didn't love them. I
loved you. That's when I came up with my escape plan." he said.

"What 'escape plan'? What are you talking about Brad?" I asked sitting up
on the bed and looking at him.

"I decided that, as soon as school was out, I was going to join the Navy. I
would travel the world and maybe meet another guy to fall in love with and
try to forget about my feelings for you. I've actually got an appointment
with the Navy recruiter next week." Brad said.

"Fuck! No! Brad! You can't! You can't leave me now! Not after we...after
we...." I couldn't stop myself, I burst out crying. The thought that I
could lose Brad now that I've finally found out that he loved me just as
much as I loved him was like a dull razorblade slicing up my guts!

Brad wrapped me in his arms and pressed my face to his chest.

"Shh! Ryan. It's ok, bro! I'm not going anywhere! I'll call the recruiter
tomorrow and cancel the interview. I won't ever leave you - no matter what!
Now that I know that you love me, nothing else in life matters. As long as
I have you, my life will always be perfect." Brad said, rocking me back and
forth in his arms while I tried desperately to get myself back under
control.

But my mind was racing. What was going to happen to us? What if somebody
found out that we were something more than just brothers to each other? And
then the most fearful thing of all!  What if our dad found out! I stopped
crying because the fear of what we were getting into all of a sudden
overwhelmed me. I stiffened in Brad's arms and he felt it.

"Ryan, what's the matter now?" he asked.

"Brad, what if dad finds out about...well...you know..." I said.

"About us being lovers?" he finished for me.

"Yeah." I said, looking up into his eyes.

"Well, for one thing, I don't think he's going to find out. After all,
we've always slept in the same room. We've never fought with each
other. It's not like the way we treat each other is going to go through
some big dramatic change overnight." he said.

"I'm not so sure. It has been hard enough trying to hide how I feel about
you. Now that I don't have to, I can't guarantee that it's not going to
show." I said.

"Yeah, well, nothing against dad but, you know how oblivious he can be to
anything like feelings.  I don't think it would even cross his mind that we
might be in love with each other." Brad said.

"I have to agree with you there. But what about...well...sex can evidently
get awfully noisy. With all the groaning and moaning you've been doing, I'm
surprised dad hasn't been down here to see which one of us is dying!" I
giggled.

"Me! Oh, like you weren't keening like a fucking banshee when I had my
tongue up your ass!" he said, poking me in the ribs and starting a
wrestling match that had us breathless and laughing in ten minutes.

Of course, Brad ended up on top of me, grinning down at me. The tension
that had built up had been broken and I wrapped my arms around his neck,
pulling him down to kiss me. He tasted me for a while and I tasted my butt
on his lips which was a total turn on for me! Brad then pulled back to look
at me.

"What?" I asked, trying to figure out what this dopey grin he was looking
at me with meant.

"I love you." he said.

Just that simple, just that wonderful. My heart melted.

"And I love you, Brad. I always have and I always will. But weren't you
going to fuck me?" I grinned.

"Are you sure you really want me to, Ryan. I'm so afraid of hurting you."
he said his voice and face suddenly serious.

"It's going to hurt the first time whether we do it tonight or three weeks
from tonight. Do you really want to wait? I don't!" I said.

"No, I don't want to wait! But I've waited so long already, Ryan, that I'm
willing to wait longer if you want." he said, gallantly offering me a way
out if I wanted it.

"I don't want! What I want is you inside of me. I want you to take me and
make love to me fully and completely. I want you to make me yours
forever. Does that about sum it up for you?" I asked, becoming exasperated.

"Ok! Ok, bro! Anything you want!" he said, obviously trying to placate me.

"Damn straight! I want your fucking cock...in my fucking ass...fucking
me...until I can't walk tomorrow!" I punctuated each phrase with my finger,
poking into his rock-solid chest and grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole
time.

"I will remind you of that when you can't walk tomorrow!" Brad said,
grabbing my finger and poking it back into my own chest while looking at me
with an evil glint in his eyes.

"To know that you love me, to know that I'm really yours, it will be
totally worth it." I said very quietly and seriously, looking at him with
all the love I felt for him.

He leaned forward and kissed me, while he took my hand and put it on his
cock. He was steel hard and already leaking cock-honey. I was very well
aware of how much Brad wanted me. He pushed me down on the bed, face
down. I spread my legs and he got between them. He pulled my ass cheeks
apart with his hands and buried his face in my ass again. I felt his tongue
digging at my hole and opening me up once more. The feeling was as intense
as it had been the first time he'd done this and my hips involuntarily
lifted to offer my of myself to him. He moaned into my ass at this as I
ground my hole against his face. His tongue was buried completely inside
me, but I wanted more. I wanted something bigger, longer - something that
would go deeper inside me where the need and desire was.

I didn't have to wait long. Reaching beside the bed where he had put it, I
saw Brad grab a bottle of some type of lotion. I felt it's coolness as he
applied it to my ass and gently slid one and then two fingers deep inside
me. There was no pain, only the delicious feeling of his fingers filling
me. I pushed back, trying to get them deeper inside me only to discover
that they were as far inside me as they could go. Brad began working them
around, gently opening me until he was able to add a third finger. Again
there was no pain, only the feeling of fullness. But still, I wanted more
but Brad, instead, removed his fingers entirely.

"Turn over." I heard Brads voice, low and husky with desire.

I turned over on my back and lay there with my legs spread on both sides of
him as I watched him lubing his cock with the lotion. As soon as he had, he
reached for my legs and, moving forward, he moved them up to his shoulders
while bringing his cock close to my opening. He placed his hands next to my
shoulders and rested forward on them while his cock gently kissed the
opening to my body. My hands reached out and stroked the sides of his body,
feeling the tightness of his muscles. We looked deep into each other's
eyes. I wanted him so badly, I know there was no way he could miss the
desire in my eyes - any more than I could miss the desire in his. I knew
that this is what we had both wanted for so long - what I believed we had
both been born for, to love each other completely, utterly and totally.

"I'm going to try and be gentle, Ryan. I know this will probably hurt. If
it's too much for you, tell me and I'll pull out." he said.

I knew, somehow, that it was not going to hurt. And Brad obviously didn't
know me as well as he thought he did. Even if it did hurt - even if it
killed me - there was no way in hell I would ever tell him to pull out!

He pressed forward with his cock at the opening to my body. I could feel a
slight pressure but then his cockhead breached my opening and his cock
began to slowly and gently slide into me.  There was no pain, only the
sense of fullness and completion. Before we even knew it, Brad's soft pubic
bush was gently pressed against the lips of my ass and he was completely
inside of me. We both moaned softly as his body took possession of mine. I
reached up and put my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down
on top of me so that our lips could open to one another in the deepest,
most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. Brad rested on his elbows now,
and my legs slipped down around his waist. His body covered mine and his
cock was buried in my ass.  We were like one body, one person, one
mind. Everything I was I surrendered to this man I loved more than life
itself.

His hips began to gently rock back and forth and then to slowly withdraw. I
moaned at the loss of him inside me and he drove back in with more force,
to prove to me he wasn't going anywhere.  Soon his strokes were long and
rhythmical. I pushed up to meet each thrust. I was lost in the scent of
him, the feel of him and what he was doing to my body. I wanted this to go
on forever, but it was soon apparent that Brad was quickly reaching the
point of no return. We had waited for this moment for too long. We couldn't
hold back. With wonder, I felt my own body responding to his. As he reached
the limit of his endurance, I realized that his orgasm was about to trigger
my own. Never had I achieved orgasm without my hand, but just the feel of
his cock stroking my prostate and the hard, slickness of his abs which were
coated with my pre-cum were enough.

Brad drove his cock once more, as deep as he could and then I felt him
shudder as he orgasm hit him. I could feel his cock trembling in my ass as
it shot his seed as deep inside me as he could go.  At the same time, my
cock began spewing forth my own cum between us. Our mouths were locked to
each other and we moaned out our fulfillment into each other.

Brad collapsed on top of me, drained from the power and force of our
lovemaking. My arms held him as my lips and tongue licked the sweat from
his neck and shoulder. We lay there for God knows how long! Neither of us
able to say a word but neither of us wanting to break the connection
between us. I thought at some point Brad's cock would go soft. It never
did. Nor did mine. After a while, I felt Brad begin small little thrusting
movements. He was going to fuck me again! He raised himself back up on his
elbows and looked down at me as his thrusts became longer.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, his face covered in concern.

"No! It feels wonderful! Take me, Brad! Fuck me again! Fuck me all night
long!" I begged.

I didn't really expect him to take me at my word, but he fucked me three
more times that night! In three different positions. And each time, I came
with him! Finally, after our fourth orgasm of the night, Brad fucking me
from behind as we lay on our sides, him spooned against my back, we slept.

The next morning, I awoke to find Brad still inside of me and his cock,
which I had never really felt go soft at anytime, was hard as a rock and
still buried in my ass. I couldn't believe the virility of my brother! He
was a sexual god! Well...at least to me he was. I turned my head and met
the back of Brad's head as he slept on my shoulder. I nuzzled my face into
his shaggy hair and tightened my ass muscles around his cock causing him to
hunch forward and bury more of it in my hole. He groaned at the feeling. I
wasn't exactly sure if he was awake or fucking me in his sleep until he
lowered his face and began to lick the side of my neck and to nibble it
with his teeth. He then pushed me over so that I was laying on my stomach
and he was between my legs - all without taking his cock out of my hungry
ass. I groaned and arched my back which drove my body harder onto his
cock. At this he groaned and began fucking me once more. This time Brad
seemed intent on a slow, leisurely fuck. My ass was so full of Brad's cum
that his cock just glided in and out. There was no pain and only a little
soreness from my well-used hole. But his cock still felt wonderful inside
me.

"Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me hard! Please!" I begged him.

I heard a deep chuckle exit his throat at the same time his hips took me at
my word and began slamming his cock harder and harder into my hole. I could
hear the slapping noise of his hip hitting my ass cheeks as I clung to him
as he battered my hole. The hell with slow and leisurely! I wanted to be
fucked and Brad was up to the challenge!

It, of course, didn't take long for us to reach our explosions. Almost at
the same instant, Brad shot his load deep in my ass as I was flooding the
sheets with my essence. This time, however, Brad didn't collapse on top of
me. Instead, he pulled his cock from my ass and began to suck his loads
from my wide open and well used ass. It was an incredible feeling to have
his tongue and lips soothing my sore hole. Having feasted on his cum, he
turned me over onto my back and crawled back up my body until his mouth
reached mine and he shared with me the cum he had sucked from my butt. It
was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

We lay in bed for a while, kissing and holding each other, telling each
other again how much we loved each other. I never wanted this time to
end. I guess I was afraid that we would never be like this again. But that
was silly. We would be like this many times again. This was only the
beginning for us. I was just reluctant to let go of the magic of what had
happened between us last night.

"I guess it's time we took a shower." Brad finally said.

"Do we have to. You smell so delicious I could eat you for breakfast!" I
giggled.

"Yes and your scent is about to give me another hardon. But you were the
one worried about Dad finding out we were lovers! He may not be able to
notice emotions - but there's no way he could miss the fact that we both
smell like sex! A whole lot of sex!" he laughed.

We finally got out of bed and headed over to the shower. It was a large,
free-standing affair with a nozzle which hung from the ceiling and a pull
chain to activate it and a drain below.

"I gotta piss." Brad said and he started to point his cock at the drain in
the floor.

"Wait!" I said.

Brad looked at me, his face full of curiosity. I'm sure he wondered what
the fuck had gotten into me this time. I wasn't sure how I was going to
handle this, but I had to take a chance. I had been having this fantasy for
a long time of Brad pissing on me. It started one morning in the shower
when my piss hard just wouldn't go down and I tried pissing through my
hardon. I didn't think I could do it but I did. The piss went up in a great
arc from my hard cock and, as I moved my cock around, some of it went on my
chest and flowed down my abs around my cock and dripped off my balls. The
feeling of my hot piss was exciting. The feeling of being nasty and more
than naughty stimulated me so much that by the time I was done pissing, two
strokes on my hard meat was all it took for me to shoot a huge load of cum
which hit the shower wall and dripped down.  But what I was fantasizing
about while pissing and cumming was the idea of Brad being the one who was
pissing on me. Almost every morning, for over a year now, every time I took
a shower in the morning, I pissed all over myself and came with the same
fantasy playing in my head - Brad's hot piss flowing over me.

"I want you to piss on me." I said quietly.

"You want me to what?!" the look of shock on Brad face almost lost me all
of my courage. I almost gave up right there but I knew I couldn't back out
now.

"I want you to piss on me." I said again.

"I can't do something like that, Ryan! I love you!" he said, shaking his
head in disbelief.

"I know you do. That's why I want you to do it." I said.

"That doesn't make any sense." he said, trying to figure out what in the
fuck I was getting at.

"Yes it does. I've been pissing on myself in the shower for over a year now
fantasizing that it was you that was pissing on me. The feel of it is so
hot and sensual. And we're in the shower anyway so it's not 'dirty'. Think
of it like marking territory. Or, better still, think of it like cumming on
me - but for so much longer. It's part of your body. And the idea of it
turns me on to no end. I want to experience what I've been fantasizing for
so long." I pleaded with him.

"I don't even know if I can, Ryan!" he said, but I could tell he was
wavering.

"Look, can't we try it just this once. If you can't or it really bothers
you, I won't ask you to do it again." I said pleading with him with my
eyes.

"Yeah, and what are you going to do if I like it?" a wolfish grin growing
on his face.

"Well..." I said, walking up to him, putting my arms around his neck and
giving him a gentle kiss on his stubbly chin, "I guess I'll just have to
let you do it whenever you want to."

"Fuck, bro!" he groaned. "You've turned out to be one nasty little fucker,
you know that?"

"But you still love me that way, don't you?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" he said, his eyes dancing with mischief.

I knelt below him and waited for him to begin. He held his cock, aiming at
my chest and then closed his eyes to concentrate. Even though he had to
piss, I knew this was going to be hard for him the first time. I'd even
thought of running the shower on us so that he would have the sound of
running water to stimulate him. But after a few moments, his hot piss shot
out of his cock and his eyes opened. He watched as his hot piss hit my
chest and ran down my body. It soaked my pubic hair and then dripped from
my balls. My cock was hard and I wet my hand in his piss and began to
stroke it.

"Fuck, bro!" was all he said, but I could see his cock getting hard as he
pissed on me. This was turning him on as well!

His piss went on for quite a while and his cock was almost completely hard
by the time he was almost finished. When I saw the piss flow begin to
diminish, without even thinking what I was doing, I leaned forward and took
the head of his cock into my mouth. I drank the last few spurts of his piss
and his cock instantly went hard as a rock in my mouth. Drinking Brad's
piss had not been a part of my fantasy but something I was drawn to in the
heat of the moment. But it filled me with a feeling of intimacy with Brad
that rivaled even being fucked by him. I didn't know how he would react to
it, but from the hardness of his cock in my mouth, he obviously was not
turned off.  I had never given a blow job in my life, but I was bound and
determined to suck Brad's cock until I tasted his load of cum. All I knew
was you kept your teeth out of the way.

I did a lot more than that! Once I had Brad's cock in my mouth, it was like
something took me over and I sucked and licked the hefty rod until Brad was
moaning and thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. I was jacking on my
cock at the same time and all it took was the first blast of cum from
Brad's cock to send me over the edge. He shot into my mouth and I shot
between his legs. His hand was on the back of my head holding me on his
cock as if I was going to miss even one drop of his precious essence!

Coming down from his orgasm, Brad looked down at me kneeling below him with
wonder in his eyes.

"Fuck! Your mouth is the fucking best, bro!! Nobody's ever blown me that
well before! I swear!  But are you ok?" he asked.

"Sure, I'm wonderful! Why?" I asked.

"Well...you did a little more than just drink my cum, bro." he said,
obviously somewhat embarrassed to bring this subject up.

"Oh, you mean drinking your piss." I smiled.

"Yeah." he said. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"No! Not at all! I've tasted my own a couple of times just to see what it
was like. I didn't get sick or anything." I said.

"So...ah..." he struggled to get it out but couldn't.

"What did it taste like?" I supplied the question for him.

He nodded.

"Kinda salty and a little sweet. Not bad or anything. So, how did you like
it?" I asked.

"That was the nastiest, raunchiest thing I've ever done in my whole life,
bro." he said, a stern look on his face. "And it was SO FUCKING HOT!!!" he
laughed. "We can do that anytime you want!"

"You mean it?!!" I grinned up at him.

"I mean it! I don't know what it was, Ryan, but somehow it felt like I had
this really strong connection to you. Maybe it was like marking
territory. No matter what, bro, you're mine now!  Don't even think about
ever getting away from me!" he grinned and lifted me to my feet. Despite
being covered in his piss, he pulled me close and held me to his naked
body.

"Don't worry. I would never think of trying to get away from you. Besides,
as well as we know each other's scent - you could probably track me by it!"
I laughed.

"By the way, bro...uh...do you need...uh...to..." Brad stuttered.

"Yeah, I do!" I grinned.

I got to feel what it was like to piss on Brad and he got to find out what
piss tastes like. I also got my first blow-job and Brad swallowed the first
load of my cum ever to go down somebody's throat. He swore that my piss was
more sweet than salty and that my cum was very sweet. We showered and went
back to bed for a while, since it was Saturday and neither of us had to be
anywhere, just to hold each other. We then heard dad in the kitchen above
us making breakfast and the smell of fresh coffee and bacon finally drove
us to seek more substantial nourishment than the protein from each other's
body.

Breakfast seemed to be just the same as it ever was. But after a while, I
caught dad looking at us like he'd never seen us before, like something was
different. He didn't say anything, but it worried me. Perhaps dad wasn't as
oblivious to feelings as Brad believed. Or maybe that the vibes between
Brad and I, being 'new' lovers, were so strong that nobody, including dad,
could miss them. Either way, I was scared of what could happen. But dad,
despite the looks, didn't seem to act any differently - except maybe more
relaxed around us. That, I couldn't figure out.

"So when do you think you two will be ready to move back into your room?"
Dad asked.

"We figure tomorrow night." Brad said. "With the windows open airing it
out, it should be ready to move back to by then."

"I've been doing some thinking about that." Dad said. "You know you boys
are growing up and maybe you two need a little more room and some more
privacy. You both are kinda squeezed in that room. Now, I think, if you
wanted to do a little more work, we could turn the basement into a really
nice room for both of you. It would give you both space, you'd have your
own bathroom and there's a separate entrance to it so you'd have some
privacy. We could insulate and panel in a couple of weekends. With
carpeting, the place would be quite snug, even in winter. What do the two
of you think?" Dad asked.

Brad and I looked at each other. I couldn't believe this! It was like Dad
was giving us a place to be together and explore our love with almost
complete privacy. We grinned at each other.

"That sounds great, Dad!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, Dad - that would be great!"

"Well, let me be honest with both of you. I've got an ulterior motive for
this. You both know my friend Mike?" Dad asked.

"Sure, Dad." I answered.

Dad and Mike had been friends as long as we could remember. They had both
been in the Marines together and both worked construction and, more often
than not, worked the same jobs together.

"Well, Mike's getting a divorce. This is number three. Thank God he's never
had kids. The women he marries are not exactly 'mother' material. Anyway,
he needs a place to live and I told him I would talk to the two of you
about him moving in here. Now, I told him that this is totally up to you
guys. This is your home. If you don't want to do this, the offer to re-do
the basement for the two of you still stands. It's just that Mike's a good
friend and I wanted to help him out."  Dad said.

We both sat there, each lost in our own thoughts. I figured I'd just follow
Brad's lead on this one.  I knew Mike and liked him. He was a nice
guy. More than that, Dad really likes him. They've always been real
close. They go to ball games together, they go out and have brews together
and several times a year they go on hunting and fishing trips up to a cabin
that Mike owns. I wouldn't mind having him around, especially since Brad
and I would have the basement to ourselves.

I looked at Brad and nodded. He winked at me.

"Dad, I think that's great! I know what a good friend Mike is to you. I got
nothing against him moving in here if that's what you want." Brad said.

"Yeah, Dad. I think it would be great, too. If that's what you want to do,
that's ok with me, too."  I told Dad.

He grinned at both of us.

"Thanks guys. How about after breakfast he head over to Home Depot and pick
up what we'll need for the job. I've already measured the room down
there. At first I figured I'd let Mike stay down there, but when I really
took a look at how small your room is for you two guys, I figured I'd offer
the new basement room to you first." he said.

"Sure, Dad, that would be great!" Brad said.

So we piled into Dad's pick-up and we headed off to pick up the lumber,
paneling and insulation.  While we were there, Dad also had Brad and me
look at carpeting for the room. Brad and I debated different types and
textures finally deciding on a dark Berber as being the most practical.
Dad ordered it to be installed next Saturday. Dad asked if we wanted to
enclose the shower but we decided just to leave it as it was. What we
didn't tell Dad was, that because it was open on all four sides, we could
easily shower together which we weren't really able to do in the small
bath/shower upstairs with any comfort.

When we got home, Dad called Mike not only to give him the good news but to
tell him to come over and help with the remodeling. After all, as Dad told
Mike, building our room was as much to his benefit as ours. Within half an
hour, Mike was there and we all set to work. We worked on it until about
8:00 pm, our hunger and fatigue finally overcoming us. Dad called and order
pizzas and Mike ran out and got a 12-pack of beer.

"You know, we should have that room essentially finished by tomorrow
night." Dad said. "I know the carpeting won't be installed until next
Saturday, but there's really no reason you guys can't just move in
now. You've got everything you need down there." Dad said.

"I've been thinking about that, Dad. There's one thing that we don't have
down there and that's closet space." I said.

"Well, that's not really true. Actually there's a large, walk-in closet
down there or at least there will be when we're done tomorrow." Dad said.

"Where?" Brad asked.

"The old coal bin. That room's been used for nothing but storage and I'm
sure most of that stuff can either go up in the attic or be thrown
out. That was the reason I bought that cedar paneling so that we could turn
that into a closet for you guys. It will give you much more room than
you've had." Dad said.

"Hey! That's great!" I enthused.

"Speaking of room..." Mike spoke up. "I've got a small problem."

"Yeah?" Dad looked at Mike.

"Well, I've been looking at the guy's room and it's too small to fit my
king sized bed. I just bought the thing a couple of months ago after she
moved out. I was going to bring it with me from the house since I Marlene
doesn't want any of the furniture. But it's just too big. I don't know what
I'm going to do with it."

"Well...I was going to get you guys new beds to replace your old
ones. You've had them quite a long time now." Dad said. "I don't know how
you guys would feel about sleeping in the same bed like you used to do when
you were little, but that room down there is plenty big enough for a
king-sized bed - and then some. We could put the bed Mike's got down there
and I could get him a new bed to fit your old room. What do you think?"

Brad and I looked at each other. It was like we could read each other's
minds. 'What the fuck is going on here?!' I thought. First Dad builds us a
room so we can be together with more privacy and then he wants to furnish
it with a king-sized bed for us to sleep together like it's the most common
thing in the world! If I didn't know better I could swear that Dad knew all
about us!

"Well...sure, Dad." Brad said. "I don't mind sharing a bed that big with
the runt here!" he said grinning at me.

"Fuck, it would take a bed that big for the football gorilla here!" I
countered. "But, yeah, that's fine with me, too."

"Great! That settles that problem!" Mike said smiling at the two of us and
then at Dad.

Dad grinned back at Mike and it was like there was something going back and
forth between the two of them that I wasn't catching. Like some kind of
secret code or something. I looked over at Brad and he seemed to have some
questions on his mind as well. But we looked at each other and I guess we
both decided to just let it pass.

We didn't stay up much longer. The day had been one of hard work for all of
us. Dad convinced Mike to spend the night since we wanted to get another
early start on the room to get it done.  Brad and I said good-night and
stumbled downstairs to our new, mostly finished room. The smell of sawdust
was all around us but it was a good, clean smell. We took the tarps off the
bed which we had covered it with during the construction. Before I could
get into bed, Brad grabbed me and took me into his arms, kissing me deeply.

"God! I've been wanting to do that all day!" he said, his voice husky with
desire.

"Me, too!" I said. I could feel his cock starting to harden as it pushed
against me.

"Let's get these fuckin' clothes off! I want you naked!" he said.

And in less than thirty seconds we had stripped completely and were staring
at each other's bodies.

"Fuck! You are beautiful, bro!" Brad said, his hungry eyes raking up and
down my naked body.

"I was just thinking the same thing!" I said as my eyes drank in Brad's
muscular form.

I sat down on the bed and, gently grabbing hold of Brad's hard cock, I
pulled him towards me until his cock was in my hungry mouth. The taste of
his sweaty cock and the cock-honey it was dripping with caused me to moan
as I wrapped my lips around it. Brad's hands were running through my hair
as he held my head.

"Oh, fuck! Bro! You mouth feels so fucking good on my cock!" Brad moaned.

I continued to nurse on his cock for a few minutes until he pulled it from
my mouth. He pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. He again
began kissing me and working his way down my body with his mouth and
tongue. He buried his face in my sweaty pits and growled deep in his throat
at the scent he found there. He nuzzled at my tits for a while but headed
down to my crotch. He buried his nose in my pubic hair and snorted at the
sweat and musk he found there. He moved down to between my legs and sniffed
and licked at my ball-sack for a while but he knew what he really wanted -
and so did I - my ass! He didn't even have to push my legs up. I grabbed
them in my own hands and pulled them up and back until I was almost bent
double and my ass was fully open to Brad.

I could hear him taking deep whiffs of my ass trench and could even feel
his nose pressed against my hole. Soon, however, I could feel his raspy
tongue going up and down my butt crack and pausing to circle my hole. It
was still very sensitive from all the fucking the night before but the
second his tongue touched it, all of the pain went away and my hole opened
up and took in his tongue. It felt wonderful up my butt. I loved when Brad
ate my ass - almost as much as I loved eating his ass. But not nearly as
much as I wanted Brad to fuck my ass! I could feel an 'itch' up inside me
that I knew only Brad's cock could 'scratch'. I needed him to fuck me, and
I needed him to fuck me now! But Brad wasn't finished eating out my hole
yet. His tongue kept licking inside me as he moaned into my ass, the
vibrations causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through my body.

"Fuck me! Please! Brad! Shove your cock in me! Please!" I begged him.

Brad pulled back from my ass, grinning from ear to ear. He loved it when I
begged him. He reached over the side of the bed but seemed disturbed by
something when he did. He got off the bed and got down on his knees next to
the bed and looked under it.

"Fuck! Where'd the fucking lube go?" he asked.

"Oh, fuck!" I said, hopping off the bed. "I took it upstairs this morning
so no one would see it while we were working! I run up and get it."

"Yeah, it's only fair - you're the one who wants to get fucked so bad!"
Brad grinned at me.

"Okay, don't rub it in, or rather, do rub it in when I get back with it!" I
laughed and headed up the stairs.

I quietly went up the stairs not wanting to wake Dad or Mike. I tip-toed
past the living room thinking that Mike was probably asleep on the couch
but I didn't see him. Going down the hall, I first passed our old room but
no one was in it. I slipped down to the bathroom at the end of the hall and
grabbed the bottle of lotion I'd stuck under the bathroom counter that
morning. On my way back down the hall I passed Dad's room. His door was
open slightly and I heard strange sounds coming from it. Not like snoring -
more like moans. I wondered if something was wrong with Dad! I pushed open
the door slightly until there was maybe an inch or two opening. I looked
over on the bed and got the shock of my young life! My Dad and Mike were
naked and sucking on each other's cocks! Both men had their faces buried in
each other's naked crotches and were sucking away.

I couldn't believe it! I stumbled back from my father's bedroom door and
nearly dropped the bottle of lotion. I hurried back through the house and
down the basement steps, remembering to securely close the basement door
behind me. I ran down the stairs and straight over to the bed where Brad
waited for me.

"What the fuck happened? Did Dad catch you getting the stuff?" Brad asked.

"No! I...ah...ahh...I don't...I don't know how to tell you this..." I
stammered out.

"Tell me what, bro? What the fuck's the matter? You're shaking like a leaf!
Come here." and saying this, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bed
with him and put his arm around me.  "Now what the fuck happened up there?"

"It's not what happened, it's what I saw!" I said.

"Ok, what did you see!" Brad voice was starting to show some annoyance.

"Brad....Dad's gay!" I stammered out.

"Dad's what!!!" Brad practically shouted.

"I saw Dad and Mike, in Dad's bed sucking each other's cocks!" I told him.

"You're fuckin' kidding, right?!" Brad looked at me with a look that said
if I didn't tell him the truth right then, I was dead meat.

"I'm NOT kidding! I saw them! They were layin' there sucking each other's
cocks at the same time!" I explained.

"Fuck! No way!! Dad and Mike in a 69! Well I'll be fucked!" Brad said.

"Yes - way! And what the fuck is a 69?" I asked.

"Two guys suck each other's cocks at the same time." Brad explained
brusquely, his mind evidently on other things.

"Can we try that sometime?" I asked.

"What?" he asked, not having heard my question being too lost in thought.

"Can we try 69?" I asked again.

"Sure, Ryan. But we gotta figure out what the fuck is going on here first."
Brad said.

"Oh, I've got it all figured out." I said.

"Oh, you do, Sherlock? And just what do you think is going on?" Brad asked,
crossing him arms across his chest and staring down at me.

"Actually, it's rather simple. I think Dad and Mike have been having sex
with each other for a long time. Maybe all the way back to the Marine
Corps." I told Brad.

"Yeah, they could be fuck-buddies." he said.

"What's that?!" I asked. All these terms I've never heard of!

"That's two guys who like having sex together but aren't in love. Or at
least claim they aren't!"  Brad said and winked at me.

"Well, we're in love! And I think that Dad and Mike are too! I think it
took Mike a while to figure that out. That's why he kept getting into these
awful marriages. I think he was trying to prove something to himself. And
it didn't work." I said.

"Ok, I can see that. So Dad and Mike are in love and they decided to move
in together." Brad said.

"Well, yeah, they wanted to, but there was one problem - we were in the
way. I don't think they wanted us to know about this. At least for a
while. Maybe not ever. But all that changed this morning." I told him.

"When?! I didn't see anything change." Brad said.

"That's because you can be as oblivious as you claim Dad is! I saw Dad
looking at us during breakfast. He definitely knew something was up between
us but he wasn't going to mention it. I think he caught on right away that
we'd finally stopped hiding from each other and had fallen in love. That's
when he produced his 'plan'. He gives us a place to be alone and he moves
Mike in for himself! Neat little package, all rolled up. Dad didn't have to
worry anymore about us finding out about him and Mike because he already
had figured out about us." I finished.

"Fuck! You could just be right, bro! So what are we going to do about
this?" Brad asked.

"Nothing! Why should we? We're in love, they're in love, everybody's
happy. At least now we won't be having any problems about dating, getting
married, etc." I started laughing.

"No, I guess we won't at that!" Brad laughed along with me.

"Ok, so weren't we supposed to be doing something besides sitting here
talking?" I asked.

"Like what?" Brad said, feigning ignorance.

"Like you fucking me!" I growled at him.

"Oh, yeah! That!" he said grinning from ear to ear. "I remember that! I
love doing that!"

And saying this, he threw me down on the bed and proceeded to do what he
loved. And what I loved. And that I still love more than 30 years later.

The End of PAINTING OUR ROOM.

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