Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 22:32:22 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 45 Welcome back. Phil, now starting his sophomore year in high school, tries one last time to bond with his wayward brother, Keegan. Please remember that this story is mine. It does contain sex between minors, not to mention brotherly incest. Please be safe always. Donate to Nifty. Keep our stories coming for free. CHAPTER 45 KEEGAN The summer between our freshman and sophomore years was the last time Larry and I had anal sex with anyone other than each other. Sure, we played around with other guys, mainly with the Wonkeys, but we decided that making love was something relegated to just the two of us. Ironically, my last time was with my brother, and it wasn't with the brother you are probably thinking of. Troy fucked me pretty regularly, at least when I was home, up until August. He even let me take him a couple of times. Keegan had really gone into the tank after school let out for the summer. He was away partying almost every night, and got drunk and high with some of his low-life friends at our house as well, until mom actually put her foot down. My classmates Carlos and Skyler found their way over here more than once. They gave me a load of shit about being gay and about me thinking I was too good to get high with them. Keegan didn't do much to shut them up. Tyson's brother Robby and Mia Cassidy came around as well. I admittedly got naked with Keegan, Robby, and Mia once and messed around with them. I kept away from the booze and drugs, though. By drugs, I mean shit that was stronger than weed. I almost fucked Mia that afternoon. I had my cock in her twat, but told her I wasn't going to do anything without a condom. We had plenty of condoms in the house, but I suddenly found myself turned off by the whole scene. Keegan was snorting coke and getting fucked by Robby on the floor while Mia and I were making out on the couch. All three of them were totally fucked up. I ended up getting dressed and riding my bike to Larry's house. Being in my own house disgusted me. Not long after that was when mom put her foot down and sent Keegan off to a rehab center—not for the first time. When he came back, he was actually good for a while. He was a pretty likeable dude when he was sober, which wasn't often. Larry and I were going to be spending a week at the ocean at the beginning of August. We would be with Larry's parents, his aunt and uncle, and his young cousins Ryan and Justin, who were now thirteen and ten. They'd rented a condo and it was promising to be a fun time. We would be leaving on Friday, August 4, the day after Larry turned fifteen. He had a Wonkey birthday party the Saturday before—a barbeque at his house. It was a great party even though there was no sex, other than semi- serious groping. We felt we had outgrown our middle school orgies (not that we didn't still enjoy playing around with each other). There were even girls there as Larry invited our two lesbian friends Carly and Margie. I admit it—even as a gay boy I enjoyed sucking on their boobs, and I managed to get Carly topless in Larry's bedroom and get a little bit of suckling in. She repaid the favor by giving me a quick hand job. I'd love to have a dollar for each time somebody shot their load on Larry's rug—I know I added to the total that afternoon. Larry's parents were happy that girls were at the party. I think they were getting concerned about the lack of them in our lives considering we were fifteen and would be starting our sophomore years. Larry and I still hadn't worked up the courage to come out to them. Jung, Q, Perry, and Devon spent the night. Young Devon had become quite an active member of the Wonkeys, which none of us older boys minded. Even his older brother Ben tolerated him. Devon was a very bright boy and quite mature for his twelve years. Larry and I agreed that he was more mature than Perry. Even though they had all but broken up, Daniel was spending the night at Ben's house. While we didn't have sex, as such, we were horny adolescents. Even though I'd shot my load when Carly jerked me off, I was now ready for more. Isn't fifteen wonderful? The result of our horniness was a simple circle jerk. The only rules were that we be naked, that we get off by masturbation, either solo or mutual, and we keep our spooge off of Larry's rug. "Bad enough that Phil shot his load on it this afternoon," Larry lamented. "It really does need to be cleaned." "If it needs to be cleaned, then logic dictates that it shouldn't matter if we soil it a little bit more," Jung pointed out, doing his best Mr. Spock imitation. "Maybe some of us will soil it a lot," Q bragged. "I haven't cum in two days and I know I will be shooting buckets of jizz." "In your dreams, Q," Perry told him. "At least I shoot more than the twelve-year-old." Q pointed at Devon, who was working on his four inch boy tool. "That is something not all of us can brag about." Perry flipped him off. It didn't surprise us when they sat next to each other on the bed and masturbated each other. Devon kept working on his bald erection, while Jung and I did each other. Larry was jerking himself off as he gave Devon lustful glances. "I want to suck cock," Devon moaned. "You know the rules," Larry pointed out. "Fuck you guys and the rules...I want to suck cock." Before anybody could react, Devon was between Larry's legs, his lips wrapped around Larry's almost six inch erection. None of us were surprised when Larry instantly forgot about the rules, too. We all knew they were made to be broken; it was just a matter of when and by whom. Devon jerked himself off furiously as he sucked Larry's cock. Larry was the first to cum, filling Devon's mouth with his creamy teen cum. We were all impressed that the young boy did not lose a drop. Devon came next, his clear, watery emission landing—yes, you guessed it—on the rug. Q and Jung came almost simultaneously over their chests and bellies. When I felt ready to blow, I rolled over on top of Jung and humped him, mixing my load with what he had already shot over himself. That left Perry to cum last, an honor usually reserved for Daniel. He got bonus points for shooting the farthest, his first shot landing on his left cheek. "I got the power," he screeched. "What you got is water that will shoot anywhere," Q teased him. Perry wiped his cheek with a finger and showed it to Q. "Looks pretty white to me," he retorted. "Let me taste it." Perry placed his finger in Q's mouth. "You win," Q admitted. "It is very tasty and very ripe." That was the extent of our little orgy. Larry slept with Devon, who still had his boy crush on my lover, while I slept with Perry simply because I liked sleeping with somebody more than I liked sleeping alone. Nothing happened between Perry and me other than some serious cuddling, but Devon managed a second orgasm as he humped Larry from behind. I spent Sunday night at home and in Troy's bed. I was thinking about what Larry and I had discussed that afternoon. He thought it was time for us to consider being monogamous when it came to anal sex. "That would include with Troy," he said. "Are you telling me what to do?" I asked defensively. "No. All I'm doing is saying we should think about it. We could think about doing everything the way we've been doing it. I just think we should make fucking...er...making love something special between the two of us." "But anything else goes, right?" "It would be tough to give up Wonkey sex," he said. Not to mention giving up blow jobs with a couple of other jocks we'd met as our ninth-grade year played itself out. "Okay, I'll think about it," I conceded. The crazy thing is I thought Larry was being stupid until I found myself in Troy's bed making out with him. I didn't know if I could give up the hugs and kisses from my older brother, but I realized I could do without his fucking me. I thought about how many times I fantasized about sex with Larry as Troy pounded my ass. I also thought about how many times I wished I was doing Troy instead of him topping me. As Troy lubed my ass that night, the thought crossed my mind that this might be our last fuck, and the idea didn't bother me at all. It didn't take long for lust to wipe any thoughts other than immediate sex out of my mind. We kissed, we licked, we sucked, and we made love. Outside of Larry, Troy was the person I loved most in the world. He filled my ass, tickling my sweet spot with his big cock. Larry had grown big enough to do the same, so I wouldn't miss that aspect of having intercourse with Troy. I creamed over his sheets within a couple of minutes of Troy's orgasm. If this was our last time, I was happy that it had been a wonderful job of making love. I was also happy that no matter what, I'd still be making out and cumming with Troy. I fell asleep in my own cum with Troy's strong arms wrapped around me. I always felt safe in my big brother's arms. A couple of days later I was home with Troy and Keegan. Troy had taken us all to a late morning AA meeting. I'm sure he got more out of it than Keegan or I did, although I heard a couple of things that made me think. Keegan did his best to act like he was too cool for recovery. I made up some sandwiches for lunch. I loved working in the kitchen and was becoming quite adept at making sandwiches. Troy, Keegan and mom loved them; Larry loved them; the Wonkeys loved them, and I loved feeding all of them. While I was making up lunch, Keegan had kicked off all of his clothes, which didn't faze either Troy or me. Sometimes I walked around the house in the raw, too. Troy was the most modest of the three of us, at least outside of our bedroom, but he didn't care if Keegan and I were naked. Mom had given up the battle long ago. If one of us sprouted wood, she would look the other way, pretending she didn't notice. After we finished eating, Troy left for the part-time job he had at a hardware store on Stevens Street. I was now alone with Keegan. He surprised me by helping clean up the kitchen. Like I'd said, a sober Keegan is a different creature than what Keegan usually is. "Want to fuck?" he asked as he put some dishes into the dishwasher. "Damn, Keegan, nothing like being subtle." "I was just wondering. I mean, I always ask and you always say no, but I thought I'd ask anyway." I stood in the middle of the kitchen gazing at my older brother. He was a good looking kid. He had medium length reddish brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks. The freckles had been more prominent when he was younger and he made no secret of hating them, but I always thought they made him look kind of sexy. His body was soft because of his lifestyle and because he wasn't an athlete like Troy and I were. But he did have a nice round, slightly freckled ass, which I knew had seen more than its share of cocks. "What are you looking at?" he asked. "You." "I figured that much out, but you're looking at me funny. It's kinda weird having a gay guy look at me like that." "Sheesh, Keegan. First, you're the one who decided to take your clothes off before lunch. Second, I'm your brother. And third, I wanted to get a good look at the dude who is going to fuck me." "Whatever," he said uninterestedly. "Hey, wait a second. Did you just say what I thought you said?" "I think so." I was stringing him along a little bit. "You think so? It sounded to me like you said you would let me fuck you." We headed to the living room where I sat on the couch. Keegan sat in dad's old lounge chair and kicked up his feet, his flaccid teen cock flopping onto his thick pubic hair. Keegan was sixteen, and while his body was still mostly hairless, he did have a thick patch of pubes and hair on his balls. He also had the slight beginnings of a treasure trail as well as underarm hair. Other than that, he had no hair on his body and his smooth face had yet to feel a razor. "Yeah, that's kinda what I said." "What made you change your mind?" "You're sober and you've been nice to me and I know you could have raped me a couple of times in the past and you didn't." "So you're going to reward me for being good? That doesn't happen to me very often." "Probably because you're not good very often," I pointed out. Keegan ignored my veiled insult. "You remember when you and me got fucked up and got off on each other?" "Yeah, it wasn't that long ago." It was the last time I'd had alcohol and smoked weed. "I was ready to fuck your ass and you were ready to let me." "I don't remember that." "I ended up humping you instead because I couldn't get my cock in your ass—I was too wasted to find the hole. So I got on top of you and came all over your stomach." "I do remember that. But why are you telling me this?" "Because maybe I'm really not very good very often." He was playing with his cock with his left hand and it had gotten semi-hard. "Do you still want to do it after I told you that?" "We haven't gotten along that good as brothers," I told him. "I want to do something we'll remember as special between us." "Fair enough. Want to go up to my room or do it on your bed?" "Before we go, a couple of things." "Go for it." "You use a condom. You've fucked a lot of different guys and girls." "Fair enough." "And we kiss and make out before we fuck. I don't want no slam bam, thank you ma'am fuck. I want it to be special." "I don't kiss dudes." "You're gonna do it this time." "You're an asshole, you know." "Yeah, but you've known that since we were little kids." "Does Troy kiss you?" I nodded. "Okay, I'll do it this one time." "That's good, because we're probably only going to fuck this one time." "Gonna stick to Troy?" "No, I'm gonna stick to Larry." "I keep forgetting I have a queer brother." "Bullshit. You never get tired of telling me you've got me as your queer brother." Keegan got out of the lounger and sat next to me on the couch. He now had a full blown boner, which looked like it was between six-and-a-half and seven inches. It wasn't very thick, but had an elegant arc to it. He reached for my shorts and unbuttoned them, getting my half-hard cock to spring up in a hurry. Being undressed by somebody was a huge turn-on for me. He unzipped me and my boner slid right through the pee hole of my boxers. It was already leaking precum. I was much more excited by this than I thought I would be. I lifted my ass and let my brother pull off my shorts and boxers, leaving me clad in a t-shirt and socks. I was about to pull off my t- shirt, but Keegan brushed my hands away, so I simply lifted my arms and allowed him to pull the shirt off of me. "You are beautiful," he whispered. "You are really beautiful." "How can I be beautiful? I'm a boy and you're straight." "Shut up. You're my brother, and you're beautiful." He stood up and took my hand, lifting me up off the couch. We padded to his bedroom and sat on his unmade bed. I pulled off my socks and we were both now totally naked. We were soon next to each other on the bed, lying on our sides. I planted my lips on his, expecting him to pull away even though he'd said he would kiss. Instead of pulling away, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and right away we were tongue wrestling. We rolled around the bed, with Keegan on top and then me on top and then both of us on our sides. Our lips stayed locked as we explored each other's bodies with our hands. Keegan and I had had sexual contact numerous times since we were preteens, but now, for the first time, it had meaning. I could not believe how badly I wanted him or how much I cared for him. "You are so fucking beautiful," he said once again as we broke our kiss and fought for air. "Fuck me, Keegan. I want you to fuck me hard and long." "Oh my Gawd, you really do want me. Fuck, I can't believe this...I kept thinking you'd back out." "Fuck me, Keegan," was all I could think to say. He reached into a drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a pack of condoms. I was surprised he had any—I'd anticipated having to get some from my room. He opened the package and slid a condom onto his cock. Then came Keegan's next surprise as he pulled open my ass cheeks and started rimming me. "You're licking my ass," I moaned. "No, duh. Nobody's ever licked your ass before? What's your fucking boyfriend doing with his tongue, anyway?" "I been rimmed before, I just didn't think you'd be doing it." "If I can eat pussy, I can eat an asshole as long as it's clean." He stuck his face back in my butt. I could feel his tongue licking my crack, and then I could feel it pushing into my anus, licking into my private depth. I groaned hard and long—mine was for sure not the first ass Keegan had licked. "I think you're all lubed up," he said. I was on my back, my legs up, waiting for him to shove his teen cock up my teen ass. But he didn't shove it into me. Instead, his entry was smooth and practiced. I could feel his long cock enter me and before I knew it, it was in me. We kissed again, and he started to slowly fuck me. He maintained what seemed like a slow steady rhythm, but in reality he was spreading things out. I wondered how he became this good when most of his sex happened when he was drunk or stoned. Then it occurred to me that he actually had days when he wasn't drunk or stoned, hard as it was to believe. Whatever, he was proving to be a good lover—better than Troy, in fact. Soon, Keegan was fucking me hard—his balls slapping against my ass as his sweat dripped onto my sweat sheened body. I moaned, he groaned—I groaned, he moaned. "Oh shit, fuck me Keegan. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can." Keegan hammered my ass, slapping my cheeks with his bare hand, something nobody had done to me before. He didn't slap me hard. It was just enough to sting me at the same time his cock rubbed against my sweet spot. Both sensations sent bolts of electricity shooting through my body. I felt connected to Keegan like I never had before, and like I never would again. I think we both knew that this was going to be a one-time thing, and we both went at it with the idea of getting as much out of it as we could. We were rutting teenagers, but we were also brothers. We were lost in our lust, but I had no doubt about what this session on Keegan's bed meant to both of us. Keegan was hammering my ass so hard the bed was banging against the wall. "Oh, fucking fucking fuck," Keegan yowled. "You're so fucking tight...so fucking beautiful...I love you bro...I fucking love you." I'd never heard Keegan utter those words, at least not as far as I was concerned. I knew he didn't suddenly concoct them. I knew he did love me, which is why he had wanted me sexually for so long. I realized sex was the only way he knew how to display his love. Somehow, we ended up side-by-side, his cock still inside me, ramming me, hammering me, banging me, his lips glued to mine, his tongue inside of my mouth, his cock inside of my ass, and for an instant we were one. The bad feelings we'd had between us for so long were buried under the bed somewhere as Keegan screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Phil, oh fuuuuuuuuuuck," and he unloaded himself into the condom wrapped securely around his cock. "I fucking love you, Keegan," I yowled as I emptied my load over Keegan's already dirty sheets. It was the most intense orgasm I'd had all summer and it was with the last person I would ever have picked for that moment. But the moment was special, one I would not have traded for anything, ever. After he removed his cock from my ass we fell asleep. Just as with Troy earlier, we lay in my sticky cum, but didn't care. When Troy found us naked and asleep in Keegan's bed and smelled the sex in the room he knew what happened. He told me later he'd smiled when he saw us and got an instant hard on. He said he'd pulled his pants off, sat on the end of the bed, and jerked himself off to a hard climax, which explained the extra stickiness on my backside. That was the first and last time Keegan and I ever kissed. It was the first and last time we fucked. It was the first and last time he told me he loved me, but not the last time I told him. While we traded a couple of blow jobs over the next couple of months, our sexual contact ended for good when he went back out at a Halloween party. As I'd learned in the meetings Troy took me to, there is no half-way in sobriety. Keegan returned to where he'd been before rehab and probably even worse. Keegan started his junior year, but never finished it. He dropped out of school in February, a skinny wreck of a boy. He'd started using meth and was soon gone, a boy lost on the streets. I rarely saw him again, but when I did, I always told him I loved him, even though those words seemed to have no meaning to him. I've always been grateful that we were able to make love sober and for a brief moment were able to feel the kind of love that only brothers can feel for each other. Next: It's All Relative.