Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 22:37:13 +0100 From: Elliot Hansson Subject: What i desire most - Chapter 4 Subject: What I desire most - Chapter 4 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 ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Please Noah stop! I can't take it" But I continued. "IÉ IÉ. Please" Was all my brother said then he laid back his head and I could see in his face the joy of what was going on and maybe even loved it but when we are done, I don't know if he is going to have regrets. It is now summer, me and my brother are now 16 and 19 years old. It is now 7 month since I had my encounter with my drunk brother, who still doesn't know I satisfied my desire for a night. Since then a lot have change in my life. I came out as gay to my family a week after my 16 birthday. I didn't mean to. Me and my mother was on the couch in the evening and we saw something about LGBTQ+ rights and we talked about it. I don't know exactly how we began to talk about it but suddenly my mother asked me if I was gay. I was in shock but I told her the truth and said yes. My mother told my she had suspected it for some years and a couple of years ago she talked about it with my brother and asked if he thought I was gay. He said he didn't know but said maybe. After my shock I said to myself if anyone would find out it was my mother. I think it is some kind of motherly intuition. After that, I told my brother and father that I was gay. My father reacted exactly like I thought. He was quiet but I could see it in his eyes that he still loved me and accepted it. He is not that kind of father who talks about feelings and emotions. He shows he love us in other ways. My brother hugged me and told me he love me and after that our relationship has evolved to a true brotherly love. We talk and do things together. Now that it is summer and we both are on are done with our exams we have talked about going out on a camping trip for the weekend. I asked my brother if his girlfriend, who are by the way the sweetest person in the world, would also come on this camping trip. He said no because she is going on an exchange program for 6 month to England. I asked when and he said in one week. "Why haven't you told me?" I asked. "I don't know, I have been busy studying for my examines so I totally forgot about it" "Okay, but aren't you going to miss her? "Yeah of course, long distance relationships are always hard, but I really hope we can find a way that is okay for both of us" he said with a sad smile. The following day, Friday, we packed our backs and hit the road. We had packed snacks to the road and my brother had prepared a playlist. After two hours we finally arrived to the camping site. We quickly raised our tent and began to prepare so we could lit the campfire, otherwise we didn't get dinner tonight. The afternoon went by without anything special. After a couple of more hours in front of the fire we settled down and went into the tent so we were fresh for tomorrows activities. While we laid side by side our conversation continued. "How will you and Becca make it work the long distance relationship?" I asked. "If I have to be honest I really don't know, but I will visit her and luckily we live in a world where we can facetime each other." "You are lucky you have found her, I really like her" "I'm glad to hear that" "You have change since you met her, for the better" "I know, Noah I'm sorry that I never been nice to you, I think that after you came out I realized how bad a brother I have been and Becca showed me how to be a better person." "Yeah she is the best" I said in a sad tone. Even though I'm out of the closed I don't think I will find love and I think my brother could hear that in my voice. "You will find someone special one day, a person who can make you happy." "Yeah, maybe" "what is your preference, what kind of guy are you looking for?" You, but I couldn't say that but when I answered I didn't realize I described my brother. Handsome, dark brown hair, green eyes, older, strong, masculine etc. I don't think my brother noticed that it was a description of him. We chatted a little bit longer and then we fell asleep. In the morning we took the bicycles we had packed, because my brother had heard about a nice trail that was perfect to bicycle on. After about 2 miles (3,2 km) we came to a narrow road with 10 feet (3 meter) down and of course my brother had to show off, he made tricks and cycled faster and faster and just before I could say anything to him he lost his balance and fell down and all I could hear was my brother scream. Both his ankles were in a unnatural angle and a bone stuck out from his left arm and the right arm was badly injured. Fortunately I didn't panicked and I called after helpÉ My brother was hospitalize for 2 weeks before he came home. My mother made a deal with the hospital that she would be the caretaker of him. She was a nurse so she knew what to do. My brother got the message from the doctors that for 8 weeks he was not allowed to walk or use his arms so we as his family were his new arms and legs. Tristan's girlfriend Becca had to leave but was devastated but my brother insisted. There was only one problem with the arrangement, my parents was going on a trip to Africa. They said that they of course would cancel it. It was weekend and the whole family was sitting at the table. My mother announced that on Monday she would make a phone call and cancel their trip. I could hear she was sad about it so without even thinking about it I quietly said. "I can take care of Tristan" I could feel the heat rise in the room, my head must have been tomato red. I saw my brother had raised his I brows and my mother was just looking at me. Not angry, not happy, but looking like she had to read my mind as if she had to be sure she heard right. "It is a lot Baby, you don't have to do it, and TristanÉ" Then she looked at him like a question mark, like she was saying, what do you think. "Ehm it is fine by me, it is kind of embarrassing that my mother have to wash me. I don't think it can be any worse, no offence mom" "Are you sure you will not regret it honey?" My mother asked me. "Positive" I said. "Okay, if it is fine with both of you, it is fine by me. We travel in 4 weeks so I think the last week before we go, I can teach you what to do" I nodded my head. "NO!" My brother yelled. "I mean do both of you have to be there?" I understood his point of view. One person is acceptable but two is the utmost humiliating ever. "Mother" I said. "You don't have too show me how. We can help each other" My mother could hear in both our voices that it was not up to debate. "Fine but if there is anything you call me and I give you the number to one of my coworkers" After four weeks my parents left and it was now only me and my brother. In the evening we ordered takeout and we saw a movie. It was nice and both of us had a good time. But when the movie ended my brother said he was tired and would like to go to sleep. I was nervous that it would be embarrassing but my brother was used to it so I was more comfortable. "What do mom usually do first?" I asked. "She takes me to the bathroom and brush my teeth and then lift me up in my bed" "Super" I sad happy and applied. After I did that I was about to leave when he said. "Hallo my cloth?" "Oh.. Of course" "You also need to change my diaper" "What? Why do you have diapers on" My brother was totally red by now. "Because when I need to make a dump it is easier. When I need to pee I use a bottle" I just nodded my head. I could see that my brother was humiliated by this. I took off his cloth and found a new diaper. Then I took it off. It was the first time I saw his penis where my brother was aware that I looked at it. "Don't get a boner" He said Too late but I mumbled yeah or something. "I need to pee" He said. I found the bottle and looked at my brother. "Just take hold on it. I can't do it" His whole face said "Doh". I wrapped my hand around his penis and took the bottle closer and he began to pee. When he finished I put his diaper on and asked. "Anything else before I go" "No thank you" In the morning I stood up and walked in to my brother. I changed his diaper. He had made number two. I washed him and when I washed his butt I swear I could hear him moan. I also washed his penis and I could feel he began to harden. I could sense he was uncomfortable so I hurried up and quickly finish so I could lift him over in his wheelchair. This was my life now. For the next week I did everything for my brother. We build up a routine and we really got closer as brothers. Every time I washed my brother I could feel he began to have a semi erect penis. At the end of the week Tristan almost had a full erect penis. I never did anything about it nor said anything about it. When I got into my room I would masturbate so hard so I was sore. Now he was hard and he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Noah I'm sorry" "Sorry for what?" I asked "That this happens" He pointed with his eyes toward his penis. "It happens for everybody. It not like I have never hold an erect penis before" I laughed, but Tristan didn't. "I'm serious. I haven't had an ejaculation since my accident" I felt sorry for my brother. If I went more than 2 days without letting it out I would go crazy. "It is not because you are gay but maybe it is easier" "Tristan what are you talking about?" I knew what he was talking about. "Noah, I know it is wrong butÉ" I knew what he was about to say. My heart was beating faster and then without even thinking I began to masturbate him. His eyes was fully open and he was in shock. "Noah it is kind of you but maybeÉ" He was holding his breath. "Please Noah stop! I can't take it" But I continued. "IÉ IÉ. Please" Was all my brother said then he laid back his head and I could see in his face the joy of what was going on and maybe even loved it but when we are done, I don't know if he is going to have regrets. I didn't stop and then Tristan surprised me. "Keep going. It feel so good" I kept going but I did it slowly. I would enjoy every second of this. "Mmmm" He was moaning loud, so loud that I was glad my parents aren't home. I could feel every vein. He was more hard than the last time, when he was drunk and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I kept going with the slow speed. I took my thump and made circles on his glans. He was precumming heavy and it made his penis smoother. It was used for lubricant. "Noah this is fucking amazing. Wow it is true that men are better at these thing than women are. WOW. Mmmm" He moaned. He came. Not 2 or 3 times like last time but 5-6 time. My hand and his stomach was covered in cum. The air was filled with the smell of sperm. Tristan had closed his eyes and I thought before he would open his eyes, I had time to taste his cum. The salty thick substance. When it hit my tongue it was a liquid fluid. While I licked my hand of my brother cum, I saw in the corner of my eye, that Tristan was looking at me. "I don't understand how you can eat sperm. I never liked it" I was in shock. He had tasted his or another's cum. "Becca had this fantasy that I should eat my own cum from her breast" "I like it, I said and yours is fucking amazing" I didn't understand what I was saying before I looked at my brother. He smiled and laughed. "Okay let's make a deal. While you take care of me we can continue" I felt bold. "Okay we can make this deal but I will do this on two condition" Tristan raised his eyebrows. "First I want you to let me eat your cum" "And the second?" "The second I wants to film that I masturbate you. Your face don't have to be in the video" "NO. NO fucking hell!" "Fine then enjoy having blue balls" Tristan nodded his head and said. "Fine but why?" I felt that after what happened I could tell him. "I always had a crush on you and this is so I can keep the memories" Tristan didn't say anything and neither did I. ---------------------------------- 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 the next chapter is from Tristans point of view.