Date: Tue, 25 May 2004 08:10:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Edward Chong Subject: A Perfect Day Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It didn't happen, and will never happen. The story depicts consensual sexual acts between two brothers. The author retains the copyright to this story, and no parts can be reproduced in any form without my expressed permission. If you are not supposed to be reading this for any reasons, then please don't. Otherwise, enjoy and let me know what you think about it. One other thing: always practice safe sex, no matter how good it feels otherwise. The name's Edward. I was born the only child, and gay. One of the things that gets to me the most, is sex between brothers. I believe it is something so intimately shared that no one will ever be able to break that bond. However, since I have no siblings, it is something that will never happen. That is not to say that if I have a brother I'll play with him everyday or if he refuses I'll rape him. No, that is not what I am saying. Either way, it doesn't matter because it won't be even remotely possible for me. A couple of days ago I saw a very cute kid. So cute that it made every head turns. That's when the question struck me. If things are different, if I had a little brother, and he is all open about incest and man-to-man sex, how would it be like? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ed. Wake up. Wake up, you sleepy head! It's noon!" "Go away. I only slept at 6 this morning. I need 6 more." "Come on, bro. Wake up. I want to go out!" "Good. Go away and let me sleep." "I want to go to a brothrel." "WHAT?!" "I knew that would wake you up." "Why you little runt!" I grabbed him, put him in a headlock, and introduces his skull to my knuckles. He tried to break free, and knew the only way was to tickle me. I am extremely ticklish and once he is free, he started his onslaught on my ribs. I screamed bloody murder. "Oh lookie, you've got a hardon." "It's called morning woody, you baby." "Hey, don't call me that!" "No! No tickling!" "Mmm, seems like you need a hand with that wood, bro." "You know I can't cum in the morning." "It's noon already." "Makes no difference to me. I just woke up and I need to piss." "You're not going anywhere until I am done with you." "Wha ?" With that he plunged his hand into my shorts and grabbed my steel hard cock. I gasped as he squeezes it and oh so slowly strokes it up and down. I was putty in his hand. He pushed me to lay back down on the bed, and then with his free hand he eased my shorts and underwear down to my knees, effectively limiting the movements on my lower body. Once he fished my cock out of its cotton prison, he pointed it right up, and then play with it like a joystick, rubbing the head like a fire trigger. I was mad with pleasure, the sensations sent through my body right up to my brain, which by the way was still booting up from slumber. His other hand found my balls and he held them, gently massaging them and rolling them around in their sacks. Once in a while he would squeeze those precious jewels, eliciting a soft moan of pain and pleasure from me. His strokes on my cock was getting faster. He was pumping me, trying to coax the cum out of my balls, but like I said, I don't cum easy in the morning. He has tricks up his sleeves though. Without missing a beat (on my cock), he leaned forward and started playing on my nipples with his tongue. A flick, a lap, some swirling arounds, a nibble, a bite. When he was satisfied with one of them, he moved on to the other, back and forth, back and forth. They are so hard and stiff by the time he was done with them. I was rolling in my head. His expert hand, with always the right pressure, slowly and deliberately brought me to climax, but just before I get there, he releases my cock and ceased all activities that might push me over the edge. "Hey, what's the big idea?" "Ug uh. You get me off first." "No fair! It was your idea." "Well, then I'll leave you like this, hot and horny." "I'll finish it off myself." "Don't even think about it." In one short moment, he pulled my T-shirt over my head, and traps my hand there. I could get free, but he held my hands together with one hand, and then teases me with his other. Stroking my cock so slowly, playing with my balls, and nudging at the back entrance. He continued his tongue work with my nipples, and all I could do was lay there gasping for air. I thought I was going insane when I feel the familiar stirring in my loins, of that impending orgasm, and just then he stops again. At this point, I really don't care anymore. He can fuck me if that is what he wishes. I just want to cum. He straddles my chest, and with both hands, he pulled off his T-shirt to reveal his slim but toned body, courtesy of his swimming hobby. Then he sat back down on my groin, purposefully rubbing my cock with his ass as he gets his shorts off. No underwear for the kid. He never liked them. A few more rubbings of his butt on my cock and I would have shot all over the place, but he has other plans. Pointing his cock at my face, he slowly moves it towards its target: my mouth. He has quite a big cock for a kid his age. I dutifully open my mouth, and kept it open as he slides his cock in, inch by inch, all six of them. Then I clamp down on it and suck hard. He gasped at that sudden sensation. He is never patient when it comes to his cock, so he started to pull his cock in and out, fucking my face. I kept constant suction on his cock, and do whatever I can in my limited state of mobility. Using my tongue, probably the only mobile part of my body, I swirl the underside of his cock and teased the piss slit every chance I get. He moaned with approval. He must have been horny, because in only a few minutes, I felt his balls tensed up and his cock got harder. His gruntings got faster and his breaths came in shallow gasps. He leaned back and grabbed my cock with one hand, and jacked me fast and hard. I increased my suction on his cock, and without much of any warnings, he shot his load into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, and the movements of my throat muscles brought more powerful waves of orgasm to his virile young body. I was not far behind either. Almost as soon as he finishes cumming, I followed suit. His grip on my cock got harder during his ejaculation, and I pumped volleys of spunk all over his back. It was so powerful that some even got on his hair. However, he wouldn't stop stroking. Not even when I was done cumming. It turns pleasure into torture, and I can't ask him to stop because his cock is still in my mouth, albeit much softer now. I moaned with pain and begs him to stop. "Tell you what, big brother. I'll stop stroking if you tell me where you hid those porn CDs of yours." Hey, how did he know that? Normally, I would let him share, but these are not just gay porn. There are BDSM contents in them. He is much too young to watch all those brutal fuckings and whippings and bondage and electro and oh God my cock hurts! "What is it going to be, bro? Should I keep stroking?" What can I say? Actually, I can't say anything because his cock is still firmly lodged in my mouth. I shook my head from side to side. "So are you going to be a good boy and tell me where you hid them?" I nodded my head. He knew I won't break my promise. I never break my promises. Once I gave my words, that's it. "Ok. You promised." He released his hand from my cock and slowly extracted his cock out of my mouth. It was such a relieve for both my cock and my mouth. I took in long breaths to recompose myself, but when I tried to get up, he pushed me back down. "Nuh ugh. Not so fast. You made a mess on my back. You've got to clean it." "Eeewww, that's disgusting." "Oh come on. It's not like you have never eaten your own cum before." "Hey, how did you know that?" "Come on, bro. Lick 'em clean." "No way!" "Lick it clean, or I'll start playing with your cock again, and maybe just for fun I'll tickle you at the same time." That convinced me. He turned around and I slowly licked my way up his back, tasting my own sperm. It wasn't that different than any other time. Just that there was a little hint of sweat from his back. I did a pretty good job, but didn't bother with the cum on his hair. Maybe I won't tell him that there's cum on his hair. Let him go out like that. Teach the kid a little lesson for embarassing me like that. I patted his butt to tell him that I was done, but after he turned around, he used his hand left hand to touch the cum on his hair, collected some on his fingers, and before I saw it coming, he pushed those fingers into my mouth. "Here, you missed some. I know you did it on purpose. Ooh, you like sucking on my fingers, don't you?" "Damn it, kid. You are a cock tease, you know that?" "I know." "Come on, get off me. I need to piss real bad. Unless you want to get soaked with my piss?" "Eeewww! I'm off!" "Hey, if you are going to watch those porn, you will have to learn to accept watersport. There's a reason why I kept them from you." "Just wait till I watch them. Who knows, maybe I'll even like them." "You are a horny fucker, aren't you?" "Yes I am. Now quit being a lazy bone and get up. I want to go out and you are driving me." "Hey, I never sign up for any of that. Oh it feels so good to piss in the morning." "I know you are free today. Come on, spend some time with your little brother." "Oh no you don't. Don't give me those puppy-dog eyes." "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeeeeee." "Crap. I was planning on staying in today. Catch up on my sleep." "You sleep too much. And there's some toothpaste on your right cheek." "That's how I can dream." "Why do you want to dream when you have something so good (meaning me) when you are awake?" "..... anyway, where do you want to go?" "Let's go watch a movie together. I've been dying to see this movie. I know you'll like it too." "Hmm. How would you know what I like now? It's been ages since we have watched a movie together." "That's why I want you to spend today with me, bro. You are always so busy with your work." "Hey, we gotta eat." "Your own cum wasn't filling enough?" I snapped the face towel at him, aiming for his butt. He saw it coming and avoided it easily, laughing and running bare ass naked away from me and into the bedroom. We did go out that day. He was dressed in his casual 16 years old attire. A long-sleeves shirt three sizes too big, and baggy PVC pants that looked like it was going to slip off his waist at any moment (what's with all the chains and big wallets and what else he had in there), and God were those goofy looking shoes. His spiky hair and all the wrist bands and necklaces. I was just glad he didn't have any piercings of any kind, not even earrings. Me? I was in my usual collared-tee and slack. Every time he looked at me, he rolled his eyes, complaining how 'normal' I look. What did he expect a 24 year old guy to wear anyway? The day itself was kind of fun. I did like that movie he picked. An action comedy that had me laughing till my stomach cramped. He was more interested in the action part. I think I saw a hard-on during the beach scene with lots of hunky guys in their sexy swimsuits. Yea, he saw a hard-on too. He even tried to rub my bulge in that darkened cinema but I brushed his hand away. I wasn't going to put us in any compromising positions. I may like going to jail, but I don't want him to become someone's bitch. After the movie, we had a simple lunch, and then went bowling. I was amazed at how he was still able to bowl with that pants. He of course attracted a lot of attention, what's with him being so cute and all, but I attracted even more attention when I slipped during a throw and hurled myself into the middle of the lane. He nearly died laughing. He looked so cute right then I almost wanted to take him there and then. And every time he threw a ball, his ass got pressed against the fabric of his pants, and the outline of his ass was oh so temptingly delicious. He wanted to have a round of pool, but he was still underage so we went to the arcade instead. He was no match for me in street racing, and just love to see him complain and shoving me while we are driving. He is a cheater, but I still won. There wasn't much of any shoppings, but he did buy a couple of comics before we decided to head home after dinner. It's amazing how much kids these days can eat. It was only a few years ago for myself, and I don't remember I have ever ate as much in a week as he does in a day. It was almost sunset when we got home, and the kid wanted to have a swim before the day is over. Quickly changing into his skimpy swim trunk as soon as we were inside the house, he pulled me out again, heading towards the pool, and I was still getting into mine! I was hopping on one leg trying to pull the swim trunk up. Damn if the neighbours saw my limp cock bobbing up and down all the way to the pool. He has always been the athletic one so he easily beat me in our swim. Either that, or I was too caught up in ogling at his slender near naked body. He dunked me a couple of times, and there were more than a few gropings under the surface. He even tried one of his famous underwater ticklings. I nearly drown. The swim wasn't long though, and pretty soon we were back at the house drying up. I was just about to take my bath when he came in and hugged me. We stayed like that for a long time. Then he looked up at me and suggested that we take a bath together. I was already disrobed, with only the towel wrapped around my waist, so I helped him in peeling off his clothes one piece at a time. It's unreasonable how even this process can be erotic and heart-pounding. I had already fixed the bath, and after washing each other (he made sure he washed every 'crack' of my body, and so did I, soaping up every part of our bodies, with that occasional fondling of the balls and stroking of the cocks), we spent some time soaking in the tub. His legs kept playing with my balls under the water, as we looked at each other in the eyes. As if on cue, we both leaned in and kissed each other, hot and passionate, warm and wet. We jumped out of the tub, water splashing, cocks stiff and dangling, precum dripping, balls churning, and sensuously dried each other with the smallest towel we could find, just to make the process a little more erotic. After he finished drying me, he used the small towel to make a little loincloth, and tied it around my waist. Then he took my hand, and slowly led me to my bed, where he laid down, and pulled me together with him. I was on top looking down into his bright blue eyes, and we kissed again, much longer this time, a minute, two minutes, three, five, ten. When we were done, we were both panting and sweating. His hard cock poking me in the balls, and mine jutting obscenely out of the makeshift loincloth. I kissed his neck, nibbled at the flesh, and made him gasped and moaned. Slowly I went down on one of his nipples, spend some time there, circling it with my tongue, and tugging gently on it with my teeth. I continued to kiss down his abs, his navel, then reaching his private region, I skipped his cock and gulped down his balls instead, both of them in one breath. He yelped loudly at that sensation, and I massaged his balls with my tongue, inside my mouth, rolling them around and gently pulling on them. When I let them out of my mouth, they were swollen with his prized juice that I will extract in a little while. Right now, it's his cock's turn, or so he thought. I moved lower, almost out of his sight, and blew a little air on his hole. This alone made him jump. Tentatively I lick around his hole a little, teasing him, then I used my tongue to prod and probe the opening. He was squirming on the bed by now, his hands gripping the matress. My tongue became more desperate and aggressive, pushing its way into his hole, licking around the sphincter, making it wet. He was turning his head from side to side, and pounding his fist on the bed, as I wet one finger in my mouth and slowly push that finger into his ass. That elicited another gasp from him. With one hand finger fucking him, I used the other to play with his nipples. My mouth went back to sucking on his balls, one by one this time. His cock is so hard and red I thought it might blow anytime. Precum were flowing out of the piss slit like a broken faucet. Slowly, I eased a second finger into his ass, and this time he looked up at me. In that blue ambience of sunset, I saw his glazing blue eyes staring into mine, his facial expression that of love and sadness, with my fingers still in him and his balls still in me. I gave him a weak smile, and slowly move my mouth from his balls to his cock, first lapping up the overflowing precum, jabbing and licking the cock head with my tongue. He shuddered, but kept his eyes on me, and mine on him as often as I could. Slowly and sensuously, and engulfed his cock head in my mouth, and applied suction. He threw his head back and gasped. I know his eyes were still open, staring into the ceiling, trying to accept the pleasure that I am giving him. His cock jerked in my mouth when I hit his prostate with my fingers, and that was the time I chose to take his entire cock into my mouth, all the way to the throat, and sucked hard. He nearly busted his nuts right then, but I held still and stopped all movements, not wanting him to go off before I want him to. He looked at me with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, begging me to finish him off, but instead I withdrew my fingers and released his cock from my oral cavity. He almost whined with protests. My own cock was so hard and needed attention, which it will get right now. I moved up onto the bed, sexily took off the loincloth, and let him suck on my cock for a while. He was slurping and licking along the shaft, making it as wet as possible. He tried to look up at me as often as he could, and I was looking out the window. The sun was almost gone now. The blue ambience grew darker, and soon it will fade away to darkness. When I thought my cock is sufficiently wet, I extracted it from his mouth, and then moved off the bed. Standing behind him, I took both of his legs and placed them on my shoulder. He looked at me anxiously. It's not the first time we have done this, and it is more of excitement than it is anxiety. Slowly, I pushed my cock at the entrance of his asshole. It didn't give much resistance, not after my finger fucking him, but it still took me some time to get the cock head into his ass. Once in, the sphincter closed around the corona, gripping it tight, and both of us let out a moan. Inch by inch, gently, I pushed myself into him until I could feel his smooth bubble butt comes in contact with my thigh. I gave him a little time to adjust before I started pulling out, and that made him gasp again. I started fucking him slowly, deliberately pulling out and pushing in as slow as I can, all the time looking at one another. I can never forget those eyes, deep and hollow at the same time. I leaned down to kiss him, and he reciprocated with wild abandon. I held him close, my arms gripping on his shoulders, and continued to fuck him slowly, pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly, grinding his cock between our abdomens, kissing him passionately. Sweat was dripping from my forehead. My heartbeat increases. The urgency to cum began to take over as I sped up my fucking. I must have hit his magic spot because he gave a squeal. I did it again and he bit his left index finger trying to stifle another cry. I fucked him faster, each time trying to hit that same spot, and he bit on his finger harder, drool beginning to trail down the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes. The pleasure is making him cry, as tears gently flow down the sides of his face. I was fucking with vigour, harder and harder, each thrust going deeper and deeper into him. The bed was squeking, he was moaning and squealing loudly now, and I was grunting with each thrust. His tight ass was squeezing my cock, warm and constricting, and each movement made it feel so good I thought I was going to die and go to heaven. I grabbed his hips and fuck harder, thrusting in and out almost at the speed of light. His cock was hard and laid flat on his stomach, a pool of precum collected near his cute little belly button. Just as I was about to cum, I stopped fucking him and just stayed in there. I wanted this to last, and it is time to change position. I pulled out of him (he was looking confused) and got on the bed, sitting down beside him. I pulled him on top of me, face to face. He got the idea and began to ease my cock back into his hole, but he was so eager that he practically sat down on it. I guess there's no time for modesty right now. We were sitting on the bed, faces inches apart, my cock trapped within the warm and wet cavern of his body, his cock squashed between our abdomens, hands around each other, looking into our eyes. With only the dim street lights illuminating the room, our silhouette casts faint shadows on the walls. That of passion and love, of eternity and dreams. He began to ride himself on my cock, bumping his entire body up and down on my cock, as we kissed. I helped by moving my hip as much as I could, meeting his thrust as he came down and pulling back as he raised himself. My arms are on his shoulders and his hands wrapped around me, our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He was bucking like a wild bronco and I was fucking like my life depended on it. We were covered in sweat and his cock was slick as it moved between our bodies. He rode himself to his own climax, aiming his prostate on my cock every time he lowered himself onto me, and the rubbing of our bodies on his wet cock pushed him over the edge. His cum shot out of his cock, splaterring on our chests and stomachs, adding to the sweat and precum, never once we broke our kiss. His orgasm caused his ass muscles to contract, and that brought me to the peak, my own spunk launching from deep within my balls out the urethra and painted his insides like a masterpiece. We kept kissing as orgasms shook our bodies, ejaculations seemed unending as spurts after spurts of cum shot between us, and into him. We kept kissing, never stopping until we could breathe no more. We broke the kiss, faces still only inches apart, both panting, sweat pouring down our faces, and smiled into each other's eyes. A sense of contemptment rushed into our heart, and we fell with a thud onto the bed, with him still on top of me and me still inside him. We stayed there for a while, basking in the afterglow of sex, relishing each other's company, wanting it to last as long as it can. Finally, my limp cock fell out of his ass with an audible 'pop', and we both laughed at that. Too exhausted to clean ourselves up, we decided to sleep like that. We were looking at each other until the darkness envelopes us. He fell asleep first, and that was all I could ask for, because I get to hear him say those words. "Thank you, big brother."