Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2020 15:08:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: nilcono@yahoo.com
Subject: Visiting My Brother at College (Gay/Incest/College)

"You boys be safe," Dad says to me as he pulls up in front of the dorm. "I
remember what it's like to be your age, and I want you to have fun and
enjoy it. This is your opportunity to see what college life is like without
any of the responsibility, so make the most of it. Just don't do anything
crazy."

"I know, dad, we'll be fine," I huff, shifting in my seat, reaching to
unbuckle the seatbelt.

This weekend is a three day weekend for both me and my older brother Reed,
so my parents decided it would be a good opportunity for me to visit him at
college. I'm seventeen, about a month into my last year of High School, and
they think I should start thinking about where I want to go when I
graduate. Where better to start looking than the same state school my
brother goes to? Reed's roommate is going home for the weekend, so I'll get
his bed.

Dad lays a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes, but doesn't say
anything for a moment. He seems a little uncertain, running his free hand
through his hair, which is still thick and brown despite his age. "One more
thing," he says, letting out a deep breath, "This is college, and I know
you might meet... boys like you... and that's fine. Just make sure your
brother always knows where you are and... be safe, you know?"

I blush and look away. I came out to my family about a year ago, at the
beginning of my Junior year, and they'd been really accepting, but
occasionally it still feels a little awkward. I don't know why, but for
some reason I have no problem talking about boys with my mom, but with dad
it isn't the same. Like because dad is a guy, and I'm into guys, and that
makes it weird. Not that I'm into my own dad, but like, all the right parts
are there, so I worry that maybe it makes him uncomfortable, which makes me
uncomfortable.

And now I'm thinking about "the right parts" and college guys way more than
I should in cargo shorts in front of my dad. "I know dad, I'm not a kid," I
say, trying to think of unsexy things, "Don't worry about me."

Dad chuckles and messes up my hair, "Hey, you'll always be my kid and I'm
always going to worry about you. But hey, there's Reed, let's get your bag
and get going."

I look out the window and spot my big brother walking out the door of the
dorm. He's wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, and he grins and waves at us
as we get out of the car.

Reed and I are obviously related. We have the same light brown hair, same
blue eyes, same nose and dimpled chin and cheeks. We're not identical, of
course. Reed somehow looks more masculine, with bolder features, a sharper
jaw, while my features are softer. He's also a good three inches taller
than me, the same height as dad, which annoys the hell out of me. I had
hoped I'd catch up eventually, but I'm seventeen now, so I'll probably be
5'9" forever. Still, anyone who met us would know we were brothers.

"Hey dad, hey Devin, it's great to see you guys," Reed says as he walks
over. He wraps me in a hug, pinning my arms to my sides and my face to the
crook of his neck. I have just a moment to smell his cologne, something
spicy and woody, and a bit of sweat underneath, before he lets go and walks
over to grab my dad the same way, although dad's a better match for him in
size. Reed has always been very tactile, though a couple of years ago he
never would have been caught hugging his family in public, with students
walking by. I guess in college loving your family stops being embarrassing.

Dad opens his mouth to speak but Reed cuts him off. "Yes, dad, we'll be
careful. Yes, I'll keep on eye on Dev, I won't let him get drunk or do
drugs, and he'll still be in one piece when you collect him on Monday."

Dad laughs and shoves my duffel bag at him. "Well, I see I'm not needed
here!" He turns to me, car keys already in his hand. "Come on, give me a
hug before I go."

I grumble and walk over and awkwardly grab his shoulders for a brief hug,
but he pulls me and squeezes tight. He still has some muscle on him, and I
can feel it. "Remember what I said, be safe," he whispers, his breath
tingling my ear and the side of my neck, "but have fun." He gives me one
last squeeze, before letting me go with a pat on the butt. "Okay, boys, I'm
off. Have a good weekend."

With that he gets back in the car and drives off, leaving me and Reed
standing on front of the dorm, Reed holding my bag.

"Come on dude, let's take your bag in, then I can show you around," Reed
says. He swipes a fob attached to his keychain by the door to the building
and leads me into a stairwell, then up one flight of stairs to the second
floor. We turn right and go all the way to the end of the hall. "Here we
go, room 209, your home for the weekend."

The door has a whiteboard on the outside, mostly covered in crude jokes
from other guys in the dorm. I see multiple penis drawings, an "Eric is a
fag," and some things which must be inside jokes. What catches my eye is
the line at the top, "Room 209: The Love Shack," clearly in Reed's
handwriting. "Fuck," Reed exclaims, and rubs the homophobic lines
away. "Sorry, Dev, the guys here are... well, they don't mean anything by
it, they're just being assholes. That word's just a basic insult to them,"
Reed says sheepishly.

"It's fine, I know," I say, waving it away even though it hurts a little to
see, "but, The Love Shack?" I grin at him. "You and Eric must think you're
real players."

"Hey, we do just fine with the ladies. Girls can't get enough of my baby
blues and charming smile," Reed says, flashing that smile right at me. I
shake my head and roll my eyes. "Anyway, come on."

Reed pushes the door open and leads the way. Inside it's like most dorm
rooms in the world. Two twin beds, one to the right of the door, one
against the opposite wall beneath a window. On the right wall are two desks
with laptops facing another set of windows. On the left are a set of tall
wardrobes with a microwave and a small TV perched on top, and a mini-fridge
on the ground next to them. A loveseat sits in the middle of the room,
facing the TV on top of the wardrobes. In the far left corner is another
door.

"Pretty sweet, right? I mean, this is bigger than most of the dorms 'cause
it's meant to be a triple, but Eric and I got it to ourselves, and we got
our own bathroom, no sharing showers with the whole floor," Reed says,
pointing to the door in the corner. "The bed by the door is yours for the
weekend." He tosses my bag on that bed, and flops on the couch.

I sit on the bed, facing him, and he throws an arm over the back of the
couch and twists so that he's roughly facing me, one leg bent on the couch,
one leg on the floor. I guess I could have sat next to him, but it's a
loveseat and it feels like it would be a little weird sitting that close
while we talk. Although the way he's sitting, I can see up his shorts leg
pretty far. Is he not wearing underwear? "So..." I say, trailing off, not
sure what to do or say now that I'm here. "Uhh, what are we doing this
weekend?"

Reed laughs. "What do you want to do, man? It's your three-day visit, your
chance to see the school and experience college life." He shifts his knee
and I swear I can see something move in the shadows in his shorts leg.

I force my eyes up to his, scolding myself for looking, because I can see
dicks on the internet and if I'm that desperate, I certainly don't care
about my brother's. "Umm, I dunno," I mumble, "I mean, I don't know
anything about this place or like what there is to do, so I assumed we'd
just, like, do what you do?"

"Ok..." Reed says, chewing his lip for a moment. "Well, actually, a few of
my friends were gonna play some ultimate frisbee in a bit, we can walk over
and join them, and I can give you like a mini tour of the campus on the
way."

Frisbee isn't really my thing. Hell, sports in general aren't really my
thing, but I'm here for new experiences, so why not? "Ok, sure."

We head out the same way we came in and start walking down to the main
campus. Reed's dorm is in a cluster on a ridge at the edge of campus, with
stairs and a few steep paths down to the buildings where classes are
held. As they walk through the main campus, Reed points out several of the
sights: the weird modern art sculptures, including one that looks like a
dude fucking a bear, the main buildings for each faculty, the fitness
center, the big brick-paved square with a fountain in the middle. Finally
they arrive on the quad, a grassy area with a few trees in front of the
main administration building. A tall Asian standing with a group of other
guys spots Reed and waves him over.

"Sup guys, this is my brother Devin," Reed calls as they walk over to the
group, "Devin, this is John, Brandon, Alex, Jake, and Toby. They mostly
live on the same floor as me." He rattles off the names quickly, pointing
at each of the guys, who each give a wave, a nod, or some other greeting
and murmur, "Sup." I know I'm going to forget most of them quickly. John is
the Asian guy who spotted us first, and the other are all white guys with a
similar bro-type look. Every single one is dressed in shorts and a t-shirt
like Reed. Toby stands out, and I know I'll remember his name because I
can't help but stare for a few seconds. He's about my height, with black
hair that hangs down almost to his eyes and curls at the end, pale skin,
incredibly green eyes, and full, pink lips, not to mention what is clearly
a tight body. I eventually drag my eyes away from him and look around at
the others.

"Hey, guys. Uhh, sup?" I manage to get out. I hope I don't seem super
awkward.

No one seems to notice if I do, since John takes command immediately. "Ok,
so I guess we'll do three vs. four, me, Jake, and Alex, against Reed,
Brandon, Devin, and Toby. Devin, you know the rules?"

 "Actually I think I'll just sit and watch, this isn't really my thing."

"Are you sure?" Toby asks, smiling softly. "We're just playing for fun, no
one cares how good you are."

I blush a little under his glance. "Uh, yeah, I'm sure. I'll just sit and
get some sun."  John shrugs, and runs off a bit, corralling the guys into
their proper spots before they start playing. I take a seat in the grass
off to the side, and look around a bit.

The campus seems really nice, with lots of greenery, old brick buildings
mixed with more modern ones. And I couldn't help but notice while walking
through it how many hot guys there are. I don't know, maybe the ugly ones
are all holed up in their dorm rooms afraid to show their faces, but the
average appearance of the guys I've seen since I got here is way better
than my High School. Maybe they don't accept students who aren't fit and at
least a little cute? I think I'd be fine even if that's the case. I may not
do a lot of sports, but I've got a flat stomach and I think I look
okay. I've definitely done okay with guys so far, and some girls still hit
on me even though I'm fully out now.

Thinking about guys, I find my eyes drifting back to the game. For all that
Toby said they were playing for fun, they seem pretty competitive. They're
laughing and yelling while they play, but they're also running hard,
jumping, stretching for the frisbee. I see Toby dive for it, sliding in the
grass face first. When he stands up he pulls up his shirt to wipe his face
off, and I see a gorgeous slender torso with a six-pack, small pink
nipples, and a tantalizing trail of black hair leading from his belly
button into his shorts. Sadly the view is short-lived, as he finishes
cleaning his face and gets back into the game.

Still, the game provides plenty of nice views. Six hot guys running around
in the sun, sweating, panting. Shit, did I just think of my brother as a
hot guy? Okay, objectively he's as hot as any of the others, and at one
point he jumps in the air for a high pass and his shirt pulls up while his
shorts ride low, and I can confirm that he's not wearing underwear as the
"V" of his obliques tapers down from his bare hip bones to well below where
a waistband should be. If it weren't for his well-rounded ass holding the
shorts up in the back, they'd probably slip down past his dick. And damnit,
I'm not thinking about my brother's dick. I look back at Toby and try to
stare at him instead.

The guys play for about an hour, and then walk over to me slowly, a little
out of breath. "Hey Dev, I hope that was okay for you," Reed says as they
approach.

"Yeah, yeah, I was fine. It was nice relaxing in the sun," I say, standing
up and stretching a bit.

"Haha, yeah, and it didn't seem like you were too bored..." Reed begins to
grin in a mischievous way, "And we managed to win without you."

One of the guys-Jake or Alex?-shoves Reed in the shoulder, "Hey, we would
have won if this little girl could throw a frisbee straight," he says,
jerking a thumb at the other one, either Alex or Jake, and laughing.  "Hey,
fuck you fag! At least I can hold onto it when it's thrown to me!" Jake or
Alex yells, but he's smiling too. Reed is not.

"Dude. Not cool." Reed is staring his friend down. "Don't call people
that. Devin's gay."

I'm sure I'm blushing like a fire hydrant at this point as all five of the
guys turn to look at me, and Jake or Alex rushes to apologize, "Oh shit, I
didn't know, I mean, I don't mean like f... I mean, it's not like about you
or anything, it's just... Uhh, sorry. Like, it's cool if you're gay, I
don't care."

"Yeah, uh, it's fine. Don't worry about it," I say, eager for the attention
to be off me. Like I said, I'm totally out, but I've unfortunately learned
that coming out isn't a one time thing. I have to do it constantly, or
someone else, like Reed, has to do it for me. And it's gotten a bit easier,
but I don't think it's ever going to be easy. I just wish it weren't
necessary, that people didn't assume I was straight until told otherwise.

"So..." Toby says, breaking the awkward silence. I'm so grateful to him for
taking the spotlight I could kiss him. Well, I already wanted to do that,
but you know. "Reed, are you coming to the party at the baseball house
tonight? Devin, of course you're more than welcome to come, it'd be cool to
hang out with you." He flashes me a sincere-looking smile at the end and I
notice he even has perfect white teeth.

Reed looks at me and I shrug, "I dunno, we'll see, man. We've gotta eat
something and get cleaned up anyway, so I'll let you know."

Toby nods, and all the guys say their goodbyes with fist bumps and nods,
before splitting up.

Reed and I walk back toward his dorm, silent for a minute or so. "I'm sorry
about Jake," Reed says. So it was Jake after all. "He's not really an
asshole, he's just an idiot sometimes."

I nod. I'm used to it.

"But anyway, how about that party? Friday night, college party? This is the
kind of experience you came here for. And the way you kept staring at Toby,
I would think you'd jump on the invite," Reed teases.

"Shut up, I wasn't staring!" I argue.

"Uh-huh, sure. Look, I get it, the dude could be a fucking model, so if
you're into dudes you'd be crazy not to be into him."

"Ok, whatever." He walk in silence for several seconds. "Toby... is he...?"

"Dude, I dunno," Reed shrugs. "Toby flirts with everything on two legs, so
I wouldn't be surprised if he's a switch hitter, but I've never seen him
actually get with a guy."

As we're approaching the door to the dorm I make my decision. "Ok, fuck
it. Let's go to the party."

"Sweet! It's gonna be awesome, I promise you, bro," Reed smiles, making his
dimples pop and the corners of his eyes crinkle. He opens the door to his
room and turns to me, "I just gotta take a shower, then we can grab some
food and maybe play some video games before we go. Feel free to watch some
TV or whatever while I'm in there." He walks straight through to the
bathroom in the corner.

I hear the water turn on and stand in the center of the room for a minute,
not sure how to pass the time. I pull out my phone, but there are no
notifications, no messages, so I look around. It's not as messy a room as
I've been prepared to expect. My brother was always fairly neat, but still,
I've heard horror stories about college dorms. There are some clothes
scattered around, a hoodie tossed over the back of Reed's chair, a pair of
underwear sticking out from under the couch. The trash can between the
desks is overflowing a little, heaped with chip bags and paper towels and a
tied-off condom. I feel a little thrill wondering whose it is. There are
some posters on the walls, one for The Killers, one of some model in a
bikini on a beach, and landscape print showing Mount Rainier above his
brother's bed, and a bunch of movie posters above Eric's. All-in-all, the
room is small enough that my little exploration lasts me maybe three
minutes. Bored, I settle in on the couch.

I'm scrolling through news on my phone when the water shuts off, and about
a minute later Reed walks out of the bathroom with wet hair and wearing
nothing but a towel slung low on his waist, showing a nice bulge. Fuck.

Okay, so objectively, I've always known my brother was an attractive
guy. He has classic all-American good looks, and he was never without a
girlfriend in High School. I know he's got a good body. He's not super
ripped, but he's got a lean body with some muscle definition. And okay,
maybe I've appreciated those good looks sometimes. Maybe I've stared a
little too long at his prom photo above the fireplace, with his sky blue
tie making his eyes pop. So yeah, I know that my brother is... fine, my
brother is hot.

But never before have I wanted to drop to my knees, rip away his towel, and
worship his dick until he cums in my mouth, and God do I suddenly want to
right now. I watch a water droplet slide down his neck, across his
clavicle, over his firm pecs, and pearl at the tip of one of his perfect,
dime-sized nipples. My eyes slide further down to his smooth, flat
stomach. He doesn't have a six-pack but he also doesn't have any fat there,
and the only hair on his torso is an adorable little line of brown that
leads down from his belly button and into his towel. His towel, where his
cock is making an impressive mound that I want to press my face into.

"Dev?" His voice drags me out of my trance, my mouth a bit dry. I look up
to find him looking at me with a tilted head and a strange almost smile
teasing at his lips. "What do you want to eat?"

Fuck. This could be a long weekend.

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That's it for now. This is my first attempt at writing a story here, and I
wrote it because it's rare to find stories with the elements I want,
including a bit of build-up. If you like it, let me know, and let me know
what sort of thing you like to see in a story. I intend to continue, though
I'm fairly busy so it may take some time.