Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2020 18:49:32 +0200 From: Elliot Hansson Subject: What I desire most - Chapter 3 This is a fictional story about a gay boy and his straight big brother. General disclaimer: Please note that this story is fictional and none of it is real. If you find material offensive or if it is not legal for you to read it then do not read any further. Please donate to this wonderful webpage: http://donate.nifty.org ------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 Hey Noah here. Maybe you thought by now that my luck around my brother, getting the chance to get what I desire, would never happen. All I can tell is something that happened a few nights ago. I'm now 15 years old and my brother Tristan is now 18 years old. I still don't understand how he hasn't figure it out that those things that has happen between us was on purpose from my side. It is still a secret about me being gay. I still don't understand why. I love people who are truly them self and I will be the first one to fight for them and stand up for those who can't do it for them self, but when it comes to me I feel like it does not include me. I have learned to accept that I can't change who I am, but I feel like I never can learn to love this side of me. Sometimes I cry at night because I'm in deep conflict with who I am and who I want to be. I'm in deep crisis about me being totally into my brother, first because I know it is wrong and second because I know my brother Tristan will never have the same lust and feelings for me in return. Now that my brother is 18 years old, he and his friends spend every weekend getting drunk. This weekend was no exception. Tristian had his friends over before they went out. My parents were home and my brother had permission to drink and hear load music, because as they sad "We were also young one time, so we know how much joy it will bring". My parents had ordered pizza to Tristan and his friends, but also for the tree of us. Most of the night I was sitting in the living room on a beanbag chair while my parents was watching some random game show. Around 11.00 my brother was heading out. He was already pretty drunk so when he was gone my father said "He will not last very long" and then my mother and father laughed. "Noah promise me that you have more respect, when it comes to alcohol, than your brother" I looked up at my parents and I could see they were smiling but I could also see that they meant it. I nodded my head for them to see that I understood, and I would be more careful. I had already been at parties at my friend's house and I liked it. We have tried nightclubs twice with fake ID's and it was not something I liked. The music was to laud, it was not my kind of music and there was too many people. I went to bed around 01.00 in the night. I was almost asleep when I heard a car door slam. I walked to my window, I had bedroom on the first floor, the same did my brother. There was only two rooms on the first floor and a bathroom, that we shared. Out of the window I could see a taxi was parked outside our front door and there was three people, where two of them was holding the third. I knew it was my brother. I went to bed again and I could hear the front door open. My brother was not silent. I couldn't hear any talking and the taxi was driving off, so I knew his friends had just dropped him off and then hit the road again. My brother went up the stairs with heavy steps. Then I heard our toilet door open and close because the door creaks. Soon after I heard my brother puke and I all I wished for, was for him to hurry up so he could go to bed. I was so tired so my patience was almost non existing. After I he had puke I heard the toilet flush and him using his electric airbrush. I was almost asleep again when I heard my brother open my door. It was no longer locked because he finally had begun to respect my privacy. I opened my eyes and was about to say something when I stopped myself. My brother was taking of his cloth and I could see from the light the moon gave from my window, that he was naked. My brother walk to the bed and pulled my sheets away and it was first then he noticed that I was in the bed. He mumbled "You ar.. in my beb stupi, stupi, stupi.." He couldn't finish his sentence. He crawled over me. "You are in MY bed Tristan" "Hmm" was the only thing he said before he was out. "Tristan, wake up. Go to your own room" I tried to shake him really hard because my bed was not so big, it almost didn't have the space for the two of us. But Tristian was gone. He had crawled under the sheet at now we was laying in a big and little spoon. I stopped trying to wake him when I remembered that he was naked. In a matter of seconds I had a boner. I couldn't help myself. My arm had its mind of its own and my hand finally touched his skin and I could feel it was his abdomen. My hand slowly wandered down when I suddenly could feel his cut pubic hair. He had trimmed them. I went down further and took hold of his penis. It was just as I remembered it. I gave it a few shakes and soon after he was hard. My brother didn't say anything but I almost moaned. I had to see it in all its glory. I pulled the sheet of and turn my mobile on so the light of my screen lid the room up. The sight, wow, I took my hand and guided to his penis. I measured it with my eyes and it was around 6,5 inch (16-17 cm.) His foreskin was back so his glans was showing. A purple mushroom head so beautiful. I had to taste it and I did. My tongue was the first to make contact to his penis and soon all my mouth covered his head. It surprised me that his penis didn't taste of anything. It had the taste of skin but wonderful skin. I was in heaven and the Engels sang gospel in my head. It was my first blowjob and I couldn't stop myself but I had to taste more of him now that I had the chance. I took one of his balls in my mouth and I wished it could stay in there forever. I began to kiss and licked his groin and slowly went further down and when I was down to his feet, I took his big toe in my mouth like I did to his penis. I took every toe, one by one in my mouth. I licked his heel and his pads and everything in between. Then I moved back to his penis and took the whole thing in. I gaged, but never have I ever been more happy to feel my gag reflex. I could feel his vain, I could taste a hint of salt and I knew it was his precum. He was about to explode and soon after I had the thought, he came, not one, not twice but three big loads. I tried to keep up and shallow it all but I couldn't manage it. I licked the rest up and laid down in the bed again. I laid my head on his chest, when he lifted his arms behind his head and his armpits were exposed. There they were. I never forgot them. I buried my nose in them and finally after years and years I finally had the chance to lick them and they tasted wonderful of Tristan. I can't remember when I felled asleep but I woke up by the moving of Tristan. I looked up and saw he had I puzzled expression on his face. All I said was "You came in drunk, laid down and didn't want to move again" He look at me and then smiled. "Normally I wake up in a hot chicks bed, but I must say that I have never slept this wonderful. I feel great and don't have any hangovers, sorry bro" Was the last thing he said before I answered. "Don't worry, actually I also slept amazing" "Maybe we should do this again then" He said. But I could hear he was joking. "Joke aside he said, sorry bro, I will look for my own bed next time I'm drunk". I was sad to hear that but I could not say what I really thought. When he stood up and left the room I laid in my bed and remembered the wonderful night. Then it hit me, he didn't gave me permission. I felt so bad that I swore I would never do anything to him again without him giving permission and I knew it would never happen. ---------------------------------- Thanks for reading. And thank you to all who has written to me. If you like to sent an email you can do it to - elliotstory2000@gmail.com - I will try to respond. The story continues and maybe Noah doesn't know everything that will happen in the future.