Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2017 09:32:05 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: Pleasuring My Older Brother Chapter 2 A week had passed since I had jerked off my 17-year-old brother, Chris. Every day since then I had thought about it almost nonstop. I kept replaying the event in my mind nearly every waking moment. I remembered the feel of his hard cock in my hand, its warmth and firmness, the way it pulsed and throbbed, and especially the way it squirted. I had masturbated Chris until he lost control and ejaculated. I was fascinated by the powerful spurts he released, as well as his cries of pleasure. It would be fair to say that I blew Chris' mind. For his part Chris was acting pretty cool. He kept giving me a knowing smile, but he hadn't asked me to stroke him off again. But I wanted to. Every moment of my day was now consumed with Chris' naked body and his awesome cock. I wanted that experience again. In my private internet browsing I had come across something called fellatio, or oral sex. For some reason this intrigued me. The thought of having my brother's penis in my mouth -- licking and sucking it, the pleasure it would give him -- consumed me. I determined that I wanted to suck Chris' rod. I had also touched his semen after giving him the handjob, but I had not tasted it. I wondered what it was like. I had thought about tasting it but was afraid of what Chris might think. I had visited internet sites where people talked about blowjobs and tasting cum, but there was no real consensus on what it was like. I figured the only way to know for sure would be to do it myself. To that end I began concocting a plan. Chris and I talked openly about puberty and adolescence. He admitted to me that he jerked off nearly every day, usually after school before our parents came home. I knew that he spent time alone in his room with the door closed, but until now I didn't know what he had been doing. I figured that after school in his room would be the best time to attempt my first blowjob. Another thing that had captured my imagination was bondage. I got horny beyond belief by online videos of guys whose hands and feet were restrained while someone pleasured them. Seeing the men fight against the restraints aroused me immensely. I contemplated how I might be able to work this into my fantasy. Eventually, I came up with what I thought was a workable plan. It was now Friday afternoon and Chris and I had returned home from school. As usual Chris went to his room for some "alone time." I set to work on implementing my plan. I went to the garage and picked up some plastic flex ties. Dad used these to tie the large garbage bags shut before having me drag them to the curb. They were the right size and would work well for my plan. Having acquired my restraints, I headed upstairs to Chris' room. I quietly approached his door and listened. I wasn't sure but I thought I heard low grunting. Taking that as a good sign, I opened his door and walked in without knocking. I clearly caught him off guard. He was lying naked on his bed with his erect penis in his hand. "Shit! Don't you knock?" he exclaimed. "Nah. You told me what you do up here, remember?" I retorted. "Yeah, I guess I did. So are you here to give me another one of your handjobs?" he asked with a smile. "Yeah, if you want one," I said. "I do. Please," he said. And with that I walked over to his bed and pulled the flex ties out of my back pocket. "Whoa. What's this?" Chris asked, a bemused look on his face. "You're my prisoner," I said with a straight face. "I can do whatever I want with you." "Hmm, kinky," he said, still smiling. I crawled up on top of him, straddled his abdomen, and began securing his wrists to the bedposts. Chris cooperated willingly; he seemed into this. Then I moved my way down and secured his ankles the same way. When I was done, Chris was tied to the four corners of his bed, his body splayed before me. "So what now?" he asked hesitantly. "Like I said, you're my prisoner. I can torture you any way I want," I responded. I was still straddling him and began by feeling his hard body. Chris was athletic and worked out, so his muscles were firm and well defined. I ran my hands along his biceps, enjoying the hardness of them. From there I moved to his armpits. For some reason I found armpit hair exciting. I slowly stroked my fingers through his underarms, feeling his coarse hair. I was beginning to feel lightheaded from the excitement. "Dude! That tickles!" he laughed. >From there I slowly moved to his chest. Chris had sexy pecs, and I wasted no time in feeling them. His chest rose and fell as his breathing increased. He was clearly getting excited, and I was loving it. My hands slid down to his abs, a perfect six-pack. I spent several minutes massaging his torso area. His high-school muscles aroused me. I followed his treasure trail with my fingers, quickly finding my way to his pubic hair. Chris' hair was thick and dark. I could smell the aroma of his groin drifting up toward me. It was intoxicating. I started drooling as I thought about burying my face down there. Then I reached his cock. Like before it was standing at attention, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. I stretched out my hand and grasped it firmly. Like before it was hot to the touch and incredibly hard. Touching him brought back all the feelings and memories of our first encounter. But this time I had something different planned. As Chris laid there spread eagle with his eyes closed, I lowered myself between his legs and put my mouth on his penis. "Whoa! What are you doing, bro?" he exclaimed, his eyes now wide open and fixed on me. I wanted to answer him but my mouth was full. I had his entire cock head in my mouth and was totally focused on the texture and taste. It was firm yet yielding, if that makes any sense. My tongue found the textured underside of his head, I believe called the glans, and I started massaging him in a circular motion. Chris seemed to like this. "Aww, man. Ohh, shit. That's good. That's really good," he said, still staring at me. I closed my lips tighter around his cock and began sliding up and down his shaft like I had seen online. As I slid over his neck area, I could feel his body tense up. Within seconds of starting my oral stimulation, Chris was pulling gently against his restraints. Almost immediately I began tasting a light, salty flavor from the tip of his penis. Based on my reading I assumed this was his precum. I quickly found that I liked the taste of my brother's pre-ejaculatory fluid. It was light and slightly tangy, of all things. He seemed to be leaking a good amount of this fluid, so I assumed I was really pleasuring him. It was during this time that Chris started moaning more audibly. Like before he was giving me positive feedback on my efforts. "Ohh, yeah. Ohh, yeah," he sighed. "Keep doing that, kid. Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I had no intention of doing so. Feeling more confident and adventurous, I decided to try something else I had read about: deep throating. Some sites said that deep throating was impossible, but others gave tips on doing it. I slid down the length of Chris' shaft as far as I could, eventually feeling his pubes against my nose. It tickled! As his cock head pushed against the back of my throat, I started to swallow. I knew I couldn't actually swallow him, of course, but the action helped me to keep him deep within me. And it really got Chris' attention. "Oh, fuck! What are you -- oh, fuck! You're deep throating me? Fucking-A, dude, fucking-A!" he exclaimed. By this time my older brother's body was writhing in pleasure, his arms and legs straining in futility against the flex ties. He was in ecstasy and I was driving him wild with pleasure. After about 15 minutes I thought that I had stimulated Chris about as much as I could. Plus I wanted to taste his jizz. With that in mind I increased the pace of my licking and sucking. I slid from the tip of his head about halfway down his shaft, each stroke complemented by a firm stroke of my tongue. Chris was nearly hysterical. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he groaned. My brother was totally under my control, and I loved it. Finally I realized that Chris was approaching his orgasm. His breathing became more shallow and raspy, his muscles were tense and he was pulling at the restraints. Suddenly his entire body went rigid and he started to cry out loudly. "Ohh! Ohh! Fuck!! Ohh, fuck!! Ohh, fuck!! OHH, FUCK!!!" he screamed as he ejaculated. His hips raised up off the bed as his penis shot powerful jets of semen from his piss slit. I felt Chris' warm semen hit all parts of my mouth -- my throat, the top, my cheeks, my tongue. He literally coated my mouth with his splooge. I tasted and swallowed as fast as I could, determined not to waste a drop. And I didn't. I sucked on Chris' pole until his orgasm ended and he went soft. I didn't want to let him out of my mouth, but I eventually had to. He laid there naked and exhausted, panting loudly. I laid there between his legs taking in the view, the aroma, and the taste. Describing the taste of his semen was impossible, but I liked it. As gross as it might sound, Chris tasted good! "Holy shit, little bro! Holy fucking shit! That was -- amazing!" he smiled. I couldn't argue with him. "So, uh, you gonna untie me?" "Why would I do that?" I asked with a devious smirk. "I've got another two hours before anybody gets home. I wonder how many times a high school senior can cum in that time?" Chris looked at me with a dawning realization, his eyes open wide. He had put himself at the mercy of a horny 12-year-old boy. But horny 12-year-old boys have no mercy! 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