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My big brother Ken is a huge ladies' man and at the age of twenty (he goes to college but still lives at home, as the college is in our home town), I hear a lot more about his love life than any eight-year-old boy my age should hear. He and I share a bedroom, and on any given evening, he will be spread out on his bed wearing just a pair of some very skimpy briefs (exotic cuts he gets from some boutique store or other that barely hold in his rather ample dong) and when he's talking on the phone, I get to see those purple, blue, gold or exotic print things arch out with his boners.
A boy shouldn't have the hots for his own big brother, even if he is gay, but my brother Ken is a totally gorgeous guy, a lot better looking than the Barbie accessory character with the same name. He has a heavy head of golden brown hair which never seems to get mussed up no matter what he is doing. His eyes are a shining pair of sky blue gems, his cheeks are high and regal, he has a perfectly formed nose and very kissable lips which frame a ready, always-gleaming smile. His favorite way to spend evenings when he is not out on a date is to sprawl on his bed; his long, athletic, well-muscled body lying in a lean arc so that every muscle on his body from his pectorals to his abdominals and beyond are an array of male beauty, with just enough chest hair to make Ken's whole front area glow from them catching the light, that sculptors long to carve and artists crave to paint on canvas, probably as Pan or Adonis in lust-sated repose.
I sit on my own bed pretending to read a comic book and not be staring at him as he goes on about how he is going to satisfy some girl's every fantasy in explicit detail and quietly shudder in frustrated passion as his cock slowly rises and his briefs swell and rise and lift until they threaten to burst their seams. Damn, if I could just see it hard once, just once! I'd be so, so....
I slip into the bathroom we share and jack my peter, and struggle through another night of dreams that I don't have to explain to you. My sexual education was complete just listening to Ken on the phone talking to the girls, he was that explicit! I'd watched a few gay videos on Pornhub, but none of those guys were as gorgeous as my own big brother! If only I dared! Or at least had my own room!
That Friday night was no different from any other, except Mom and Dad had gone on a sort of "date" weekend and asked Ken to babysit me, so he was home instead of bar-crawling. He was chatting with a buddy when a girl called, so he ended the call with his buddy to take her call. The time was a little past nine o'clock, my bedtime and I was in my bed and he was on his like always, wearing a purple-with-black-trim pair of briefs that swooped way down in front, enough to show some of his pubic hair at the top. If he pitched a tent in that get-up and turned around in just the right way, I might get a look at his boner, so I was awake and hoping, not that the hope was a very big one, but you never know, things happen.
Ken was laying down his line, and laying it thick, "Yeah, baby, I can give it to you, mmmm, I can feel your rich pussy around my cock right now, can't you feel my rod sliding into you, baby...." I can't go on, I'm getting ill. But the girl on the phone was apparently getting all hot and bothered, and started begging him to come over and screw her. Better yet, another girl got on the line with her, and said, yeah, come over and they'd have a three-way, him and both of them at once, if he could handle both of them at the same time.
"Yeah, I can fuck both of you, don't worry about that, there's plenty of me to go around," he said. "I got my dumb little brother in bed now, he can stay there while I slip around to see you in a little bit. Just give me a half hour, and I'll be there and I'll take care of both of you. Why don't you take off your clothes and get ready for me...." Sorry, I just threw up a little in my mouth there.
He cut his connection and got out of bed and no, I didn't get to see anything. "Dylan, I'm going out for an hour or so, you just go to sleep and don't go anywhere, I'll be back before you wake up."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," I grumped, as Ken struggled into a pair of blue jeans. I turned over in bed, the peep show was about to end and I knew Ken's body by heart anyway.
He dressed, killed the light and I was in darkness. I sighed and went to sleep.
*WHAM!* came the front door, and I jerked awake with no idea of how long I had slept. What the hell had happened. I was alone and someone was in the house. I was trying to decide what to do when the bedroom light came on and Ken burst into the room through the open door.
"Goddamned sonofabitching cunts!" he raged. "Motherfucking bitches, shiteating cock-maulers!"
Wow, he was mad! "Ken, Ken, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound sleepy instead of scared which I still was from the door slam.
"What's wrong is those stinking cunts!" he declared.
"What did they do?" I asked. He hadn't had fun with them, that much was clear. "Did they not put out for you? Was it a joke on you?"
"Bitches, I got there and you know what happened?"
"No," I said when he waited for me to answer.
"Both of them were passed out cold. They'd been drinking, I knew that, but I didn't know they were that shit-faced! Neither one of them remembered a damned thing when I woke them up, about calling me! Sarah got sick and that was when I gave up and left, I wasn't sticking around to clean up vomit! They can puke on each other!"
"Gee, Ken, I'm sorry to hear that," I commiserated as best I could. He had been taking off his clothes as he talked, almost ripping them off, shoes, socks, shirt, now his jeans. "If there's anything I can do to help you out, I will."
Now, I meant that as an empty sort of thing, you know, a sympathetic ear, a kind word, that kind of thing. But he got his pants off, sitting on the side of his bed facing me, and he looked at me a little hard and said, "You've been staring at my dick, haven't you, Dylan?"
"Huh?" I blushed. "Maybe a little," I confessed. "You get to talking and it gets all hard and I kind of wonder...you know."
'Wonder what it would look like, feel like?" He said, still staring at me in a sort of hard way, like he was staring right into my very soul. "Thinking about maybe touching it? Tasting it?" He stood up and his briefs were poking out like I'd never seen before, he had to be fully stiff in there and the briefs were actually open at his waist, they were strained out so much. "Doing that every damned night I'm here and you think I didn't notice?"
He gripped his briefs and skinned them down his long, athletic legs and stood up, his boner a proud ten inches staring at me with its one weepy eye. He stepped the three steps it took to get from his bedside to mine and let that dong hover over me, and the slit began to weep out a bead of precome. "You're my brother and I've been keeping quiet and not saying or doing anything, but not tonight. I'm getting laid tonight and if I can't have a three-way, then I'll have you, Dylan."
"Uh?" I grunted, and my mouth open, I looked up at him as he swung his further leg over me onto the bed and climbed on in one smooth, lithe motion and was on top of my chest and his cock was now pointing right at my face and open mouth.
"Here you go. Suck it!" Ken ordered me.
Now, Ken didn't stuff it in my mouth. He was worked up and horny and all that, but he didn't force me to do one darned thing. I could have said "no" and he probably would have muttered some profanities and crawled off me.
But he just put it right in front of me and nothing else. And waited for me to choose.
I dove onto the dong and swallowed about three inches of it, but my mouth was dry, I realized my error, and pulled off, worked up some saliva fast as I could and went back in again, this time sliding down slower and lubing his prod as I went and this time I mastered almost half of his ten-inch majesty.
"Huh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ken groaned. "Yeah, little brother, that's it, suck my cock, suck it for me, suck it faster!"
I clutched the shaft and drew up on it and went back down, Ken groaned again, "Huh-uh-uh-uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Faster, you can go faster, Dylan, suck faster."
I tried but I wasn't fast enough for him so after I tried for a while, he reached down with both hands and caught hold of my head and began to fuck my face. Moving my head to do the moving for me, that is, he wasn't thrusting at me, more like using my head like a sex doll. I didn't grunt or struggle, heck, he had me doing it right for him and I had that magnificent rod right where I wanted it, stuffed in my mouth and slurping on it. Ken's pole was big and warm and the cockskin clung to my mouth as if it wanted to stay with me, the shaft was bobbing back and forth independent of the skin which didn't move much at all, and the glans was tapping my uvula and making it slide along the shaft as it dove down my throat a ways past.
Ken was getting worked up and he said in the midst of his moaning, "Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, deep throat, Dylan, deep throat, you ready to try a deep throat?"
"Gluh?" I questioned.
That was all the warning I got before he used his hand-hold to jam his rod in hard and keep jamming. His prong went all the way to the back of my mouth and he pulled me forward as he leaned back to straighten my windpipe and he got his prick further down my gullet. Around the seven-inch mark, I couldn't take any more, I gagged, choked, nearly vomited and he pulled back.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Ken gasped. "Sorry, Dylan, got carried away."
I was coughing so much, I barely heard him. "Easy there, okay? I'm new at this!"
"I know and I'm sorry, okay. You were sucking me so good I just didn't think. Come on, let's get over this and get going again. How about I lay down and you get on top and you can suck it in your own way?"
I nodded, still not trusting my voice and we moved into position. By the time we got sorted out, him lying on my bed where I had been and me down below him between his knees, I had gotten my throat back in shape. I recommenced sucking him and he didn't try to make me do anything more again. I did manage to get a little deeper for him, about five inches or so, but not so far down the throat to make me gag like I had.
Ken lay back and gave me my space, and I had my chance to suck him like I wanted to all this time, but there's the wanting and there's the doing. Your neck and back isn't used to bobbing back and forth like that, so you get pretty tired pretty fast, inside of ten minutes, I just couldn't do it any more. Ken noticed it and said, "Running out of steam, eh?"
I lifted off his prong and grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess so, sorry."
"You've done good, you just need some practice. What say I try you on something else?"
"Like what?"
"How about we try me fucking you?"
I goggled at him, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, serious, it doesn't have to hurt like hell, no matter what you've heard. I can do it gentle and you'll hardly hurt at all. None if I can help it. What do you say?"
He waited for my answer, though his chest was moving up and down, he was worked up. I realized that he loved me a lot, to be willing to give me the choice of saying no, if I didn't want to.
And I did want to, I was afraid, but I wanted to. "If you're sure you can do it without hurting me a lot, then okay," I told him.
"Don't worry, I won't," Ken assured me.
And he didn't. He used some kind of lubricant to grease up my ass and his cock and when he worked it into my ass and then pushed in his cock, it didn't really hurt at all.
I gasped "Oooooh!" as Ken's cock slid into my bowels, and the thrill of his dong's shaft sliding across my prostate gland, it was like having discovered I had a second cock inside there. "Ooooh!" I sighed again as he slid it back out, again my prostate sang as the warm cockskin played across it like a violin string sings as the bow slides across.
"Yeahhhhhh, ummmmmmmm!" Ken grunted at the same time. "You like my cock, don't you, little brother? You've been eyeing it for so long, now you have it, what do you think? Is it all you hoped it would be?"
"Ohhhhhhh, it's all that and more!" I moaned. "I just thought about playing with it, but this is better, oooooooooooh! So much better!" I crooned.
"I've only gotten started," Ken said. "Wait until I really get shifted into gear, and you'll see what you can look forward to when you're my age."
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah, do it, do it!" I urged him.
Ken took his time, though, giving my body a chance to stretch out and get used to his pud slipping back and forth, and I guess that was for the best because when he did start to speed up, all I felt was a vast increase in my pleasure and not pain. I gasped and groaned and whined and crooned as he plugged me with energy and style, with verve and vivacity. I began to see why Ken was so popular with the ladies, being fucked by him was a real treat!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" I grunted as he rammed my ass. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!" as he shifted his body to lift my ass upwards off the bed, himself on his knees, and plugged my rump even faster.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" Ken panted as he pummeled my butt. "God, this tight ass is better than any pussy I've pumped. You are one hot virgin, Dylan, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, maaaaaaaannnnnnn!"
He shifted again, this time he got all the way up on his feet and with me suspended almost upside down, only my shoulders and head still on the bed, him spraddle-legged to let me get that much contact, he started fucking downwards into my body and that was even more energetic and exotic. My God, my brother Ken was a total fuck-virtuoso!
"Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" Ken grunted. "Oh, oh, oh, shit, little brother, I haven't had this much fun screwing a hot hole since I can't remember when. Man, we got to push our beds together, 'cause I'm going to want to tap this a lot more from now on!"
"Hah-uh, hah-uh, hah-uh, hah-uh, hah-uh!" I grunted, my eyes dazzled and seeing Ken through a foggy haze. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, yeah, yeah, fuck me anytime, night or day, mornings or afternoons, come to school and screw me in the hallways, I don't care!"
Ken's body was glowing in the overhead light, I don't recall him turning it on, but it was on and his body was gleaming golden and beautiful, his handsome form shining like that, it was like I was being fucked by an angel!
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Ken gasped as he lowered himself back down onto the bed and into lying atop me with my arms and legs around him. He recommenced fucking me, but now his thrusts were an all-out, gotta-come, no-holds-barred sort of hard ramming. It was just right just then, actually, I was all heated up and raring to come myself, any more butt-fucking and I would have been getting sore and losing the whole rapturous joy of it.
As it was, I started helping him fuck me, adding to the depth and speed of his fucking and he screwed me with zest and zeal. "Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!"
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" I grunted as he shook my body with every jab into my jolly-hole! I groaned, gasped, guttered and grunted as he humped, hammered, hard-rammed me, pumped, peppered, pounded my puckered portal, and I quivered and quaked, shivering and shaking as he drove me to the very edge of ecstasy and pushed me over the cliff into climax.
He ascended into the orbit of orgasm at the same time. "HAH-HAH-HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ken arced his back and keened as he shoved his prong deep into my body and I felt the hot spunk squirting into me like sticky spitballs splattering against my bowels, all warm and slimy and wonderful and magical.
My own climax was more like being blasted off a launchpad in a rocketship, I felt a sort of lifting crescendo of joy that grew and grew and grew. "AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AH-HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" And I was free of the gravity of Earth and floating in the freefall of joyous jubilation. I felt like my spirit was floating in a sea of soft sibilant sounds, that soaked into my soul and sensuously saturated me in all the beautiful beatific bounty of languid feebleness.
Ken had the same experience of elation followed by exhaustion, and he sank onto me, his powerful body temporarily weak and vulnerable, his face was softened and he looked at me, his eyes shining and his cheeks glowing and he smiled at me in a way I had never seen before, a genuine smile a man gives his partner, his equal, his best friend and his lover. "Wow, that was terrific, Dylan. I mean it when I say that you are better than any pussy I ever porked."
"Thanks," I said and that was all I got out before he kissed me. A total, powerful, all-out kiss that was somehow more powerful than even the love-making we had just done. It said that he was forgetting not only about those two girls who had promised him a three-way, but all the girls in his little black book (I don't know if he had one, but you know what I mean), they were now all in his past, from now on, he and I would be lovers and the only lovers we would ever want or need.
We did push our beds together and Mom and Dad were puzzled by this, but Ken just smiled and said that the beds were more comfortable that way ("More room to sprawl out and sleep any way we want to") and they didn't push us too hard, Ken was happy and I was happy and parents don't really ask too many questions when that happens. Maybe they suspected something but if they did, they never spoke of it. Ken and I now make love almost every night after that, and often at other times when we can manage to find time alone together.
Ken will graduate from college soon and have to find a job and will maybe want to get an apartment of his own. If he does, you can bet that it will be within easy walking distance of our house, so I can spend a lot of time over at his place.
THE END
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