My big brother Jake was one of a kind, the best big brother an eight-year-old boy could possibly want. He always had time for me and always did things his own way.
Jake is a big fellow, over six foot tall, big muscles and a strikingly handsome face. You'd think he would be the big man on campus at his high school and he would have been but for one thing. Jake didn't like to play football.
Merricktown is huge on football, and practically the entire town turns out for all the games and such, but Jake was never interested in it. He didn't sign up for the team when the others did, but he did like to run as part of his exercise regimen and went out to the field the first day of practice to run the track which was parallel to the gridiron on one side. He was jogging along when a rogue football came his way. He saw it, cooly made a perfect catch and then lobbed it in a clean, perfect arc to the waiting arms of the team quarterback who was over halfway down the field.
A delegation of players promptly visited Jake the next morning as he was at his locker, headed by the coach and they informed him that he was courteously being invited to become a member of the team.
Jake looked the coach straight in the eye (I heard this from others, more than once) and said, "No, thank you. I don't like to play football."
Here in Merricktown, he might as well have said that he worshiped the devil and ate babies on Samhain. You could have thrown a baseball through the open mouth of the coach and the players, and he cooly finished getting his books out of the locker, and walking to his next class, with the team tagging behind him making promises and threats alternately.
The principal got involved next, calling him in and mentioning that his grades might suffer if he didn't join the team. Jake replied that he didn't care, he could take the classes online and graduate anyhow. He could not be moved.
They didn't give up, and the team tried to pull various pranks on him but it was like Jake could see them coming and he always avoided them and in one case, a bucket of blood intended for Jake landed square on the vice-principal's head.
The next day, the word "Queer" was written on his locker. Jake ignored it, and when one of the watching team members confronted him and attempted to attack him, Jake used his judo self-defense training to take the guy down without a blow landing on him. Two more tried to jump him and he dealt with them the same way. The rest backed off and that was an end of the teasing. The word stayed there, ignored by Jake, for three days until the janitor scrubbed it off. He never even complained to the principal about it. It didn't matter to him.
You can see why Jake was my hero. I loved his "I don't care what you think" attitude and his strength and kindness. He came to the defense of a nerd who was being picked on, this was after the self-defense episode and he didn't have to kick anyone's ass. He confronted them, they backed off and the nerd was never bothered by the guys again. Word got around to the bullies, and they found some other school to pick on people from then on. Or picked on them outside of school.
This was how things held until near the end of the school year and the prom. A cheerleader came up and bluntly asked if he would take her to the prom; she would be ever so grateful. Jake agreed and when she mentioned getting a hotel room for "after," he agreed to do so and she helped him book the room. I guess she figured she had finally put one over on Jake.
She figured wrong. Jake told me the morning of the prom (it was a Saturday morning) that he knew she was planning to dump him for another guy and how would I like to be his guest at the dance instead? "Restaurant, too." Jake went on. "I've paid for all of it. You want to do it, help me show them once again that they can't do anything that will bug me?"
"Sure, Jake." I said.
He put his fingers to his lips. "Shhh! though. Don't say a word. I want it to be a surprise."
I kept my lip zipped and went with Jake and we rented me a tuxedo in my size, and that evening, I got dressed up proper in a tuxedo just like Jake's. Jake had rented a limousine, and when it pulled up, Jake and I got into it and was taken to the banquet hall.
I walked in on the arm of my big brother and you should have seen the reaction when we walked in the door. Cassie, the cheerleader, was there all poised on the arm of the football quarterback ready to jeer, and she goggled at the scene, as I was led by Jake to the banquet hall and given my place at the table, sitting on Jake's right hand. Cassie was on his left, and she tried through the meal to make points on him, but he either acted like he didn't understand the question or made an off-the-cuff comment, like when she said she hoped he understood about why she didn't go to the banquet with him. "Oh, I knew you planned to stand me up. I never intended to bring you or anyone else at school to this banquet. I brought my little brother Isaac. I had always planned to bring him. Not you. Him."
We ate but when it came time to give out the trophies to the football team members (like I said, football was in everything in Merricktown), he and I went to the bathroom where we sat on a bench there and talked until it was over, then we went back.
"I thought you'd left." Cassie said acidly when we retrieved our seats.
"Of course not." Jake replied. "We still have the dance part to go."
"Like any girl here would dance with you!" she scoffed.
"I know. I'm going to dance with Isaac." Jake said casually.
"Why," she asked with venom practically dripping from her incisors, "would you want to dance with your own little brother?"
"Because unlike all the people at school, Isaac loves me and I love him. Right, Isaac?"
This was the first time I would speak at the banquet table, the man to my left had ignored me entirely. "I sure do, Jake. You're the best big brother a kid ever had."
The music started up and the people rose to go to the dance floor, and we sat out the first dance. But when the second one started, Jake stood and put out his hand. I took it and we went out and Jake and I slow-danced with the others, just like that.
Something in the crowd broke in that moment. One person applauded, then others, then most of them were applauding Jake, the guy who would not be bullied, the guy who did things his own way. Applauding for my big brother.
At the end of that dance, they attempted to crowd around to talk to him, but he brushed them off. "Thank you, but I have to go. Time for my little brother to go to bed. Good night, everyone."
And we left. Big Brother had won.
"That was uber cool, Jake." I enthused as I sat in the limousine again. "You really showed them who was boss."
"Nobody was the boss." Jake corrected me. "Some people are like sheep, they follow the herd in all ways and if you don't follow with them, they gang up to attack you. Other people are like the tiger, we walk alone and do what we want to do and you can either join me or you can leave me alone, but either way, I don't care what you think."
"That's what I meant by uber cool." I said. "You were the tiger."
"Right." Jake replied. To the driver, who pulled the partition open to speak to us, he said, "The Parkmont Hotel, please. We have a reservation there."
"We do?" I asked as the limousine took off.
"Of course." Jake replied. "Comfortable room, with a Jacuzzi in the middle of the room, and breakfast delivered to our room at eight thirty the next morning. We're doing the entire bit."
"Cool." I agreed.
We went to the room and got some weird looks from the bellboy. Jake tipped the guy a five dollar bill and he bowed and left, figuring I guess that he should mind his own business. Now if the guys at school would mind their own business and quit trying to snaffle Jake into becoming a football jock sheep. Jake was a tiger, not a sheep.
The room was lush and beautiful. Jake had packed us a change of clothes for the next morning, but when I asked, he said, "Hey, we have a Jacuzzi and a bed, then we get dressed tomorrow. I say we go au naturel the rest of the evening."
"Cool!' I agreed and we stripped and climbed into the Jacuzzi. The hot water felt so good.
I sat down first and Jake sat down right next to me, so close his hip was touching mine. I didn't think much about it, but his hand came over and the hand touched my wiener. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but then he turned his hand and gripped my peter and I realized he was going to play with me.
I looked him in the face, for he was looking at me, just looking, like he was saying without words, I want to do this, but if you don't, that's okay. I could have taken his hand away, but what I did, in answer to his question, was to reach over and grip his dong, which was stiff as a pole, the balls kind of bobbing up and down in the water jets.
He began to work my willy and I did the same to his prick, and he sighed. I said, like a question, "Jake?"
"It's okay, Isaac." he said to me, soft as the wind of a warm summer day. "It's okay."
His hand began to speed up and so did mine. I could and should have just let it happen but I had to know. "Jake? Why did you take me out tonight? You might not have gotten Cassie, but there are girls there who would like to get to know you."
"I know." he said. "I know the girls want me. But I don't want them." His arms moved up out of the water and he pulled me to him. "I want you."
"I love you, Jake."
"I love you, too, Isaac."
He kissed me, then, an all-out kiss that made the sweetest kiss your mother ever gave you as lame as a tapioca pudding when you wanted chocolate. This was hot fudge sundae! I melted into his arms and he sighed and lifted me bodily out of the water, standing and walking to the steps out of the Jacuzzi. Dripping with water, both of us, he laid me on the bed and kissed me, then climbed in himself.
Getting head to toe, he put his cock where I could reach it with my mouth, then his mouth closed on my pud and I felt the sharp flare of pleasure rush into my brain and rip my senses to shreds. In that chaos, I caught his cock and let it slide down to the depths of my mouth, then closed my lips and hung on as his athletic hips began to bob up and down for me. I was pinned under him, but in that state of mind and the glory radiating from my own prong, I didn't care! I hung on to that cock and I licked my tongue over it as it slipped back and forth and Jake moaned and sped up his thrusting and his own sucking of my cock.
I looked down my body and could just see his face, the face I knew and loved, and that face was wrapped around my prong, the lips held it as they wanted to meld with my cock, become a part of it now and forever. I moaned and sped up my own milking of his dong, the sweet nectar of his precome flowed onto my tongue and I nearly fainted as I tasted it, the very essence of Jake was pouring into me, becoming a part of me. I wanted more of it, I wanted all of it.
Jake groaned and rolled us over so that he was on top of me and I was lying below him, his cock in my mouth and his hips thrust so that all I had to do was lie as I was and let him do all the work, he sucked me as vigorously as he fucked my face.
I didn't last long and neither did he, it was too intense a time, too tremendous a moment and a feeling and a completion of many feelings and touches and wishes and dreams, I found my joy rising in me, and I groaned around his cock with urgency. He didn't let up and just kept working my dong until I shook like a mad thing, the joy was so intense, I reached my climax and groaned urgently, and as I shook with my joy, releasing a small amount of clear liquid I knew my body generated, he didn't let up, milking all my passion out of my cock and giving it all to me in the form of my rapture. When I was done, he suddenly moaned and stopped moving, he showed me what was to come as I got older, for while holding still with his cock buried in my mouth, he unleashed a massive rush of hot jizz that squirted into me with the force of a fire hose. His cock exploded a ton of hot white jizz into my mouth and down my throat, I was awash with his spooge, and it was deliciously Jake-flavored, and I gulped and swallowed and told my body I could breathe later, I had spooge to drink right now. I held on until he was done and I could swallow the last of it, and my throat clear, I breathed once again, my senses swimming from the intense climax and my holding of breath.
Jake rolled over onto his back and we lay there like that, head to foot, side by side.
"Thanks." he said after a while. "I needed that."
"Me, too."
"Sometimes it all kind of sucks, you know?" he confided in me. "I mean, I'm me and I like what I am and who I am, but everyone seems to want me to change and become more like them, when that is not who I want to be. Tigers walk alone, but even tigers need to mate, they need love."
"Well," I said, "you have me and that's got to be worth something."
He rolled around to get face-to-face with me and he held me in his arms again. "It's worth everything." he said. "All of it."
I had to laugh. "Yeah, it was."
We talked a while and I got to know Jake, really well, in that time. He had such a store of wisdom built up inside himself, and nobody to share it with. He listened to my small problems, and always had a sensible solution to it. After a while, I noticed his cock had hardened again and I said, "Would you like to do it again? Sex, I mean."
"Yeah, I would. The other way."
I didn't have to ask what he meant. Or have to think about my answer. "Sure, Jake. You can fuck me."
He smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. I came prepared." He produced the tube of lubrication he had been carrying in a pouch inside his pants (no, not down there, don't be gross!), and it was warm as he used it to ply my anus with his fingertip. After a bit of massage, he was able to slide it into me and work his finger in deeper and deeper.
After quite a long time, he had me stretched out enough that he was ready to try using his cock on my ass. He lubricated his cock well and said, "Are you ready, Isaac?"
"Sure."
"I'm ready to bust a nut, I've been waiting so long but here goes. I'll be careful as I can."
He got between my legs and me facing him (I had spent the last few hours on all fours), and I wrapped my legs around him and I felt his cockhead press against my asshole.
"Are you ready?" He asked me.
"Uh-huh."
"Then here goes." He pushed and the head slipped into me and I gasped. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." I said. "Feels good."
He pushed in a little more. "How about now?"
"Still good."
He kept it up until he had most of his cock inside me. "That's far enough." he said. "Ready for me to try moving it?"
"Go ahead?" I gasped. "It feels so good, already."
He moved back and forth and the "good feeling" was pale in comparison to what I felt then. All the joy in existence, and the reason for living, composed of this and only this, and I moaned as the warm prod of my brother slid inside me, stroking me within.
"Do you like this?" Jake asked me.
"Yeah, it's fantastic." I breathed.
"Feels good." He sighed. "So good, loving my little brother. You're a special person to me, Isaac. You're the only one who understands me. Everyone else wants me to be what they can understand, you just let me be."
"I love you just the way you are." I said. "A tiger."
"Well, tigers don't always walk alone." Jake said. "And I'm not alone with you around."
"And I'll never let you be alone." I assured him.
He moaned and shifted positions so that my legs were lifted upwards by his arms at the elbow, his own body weight held him higher up and he had to only wiggle his hips in that position to move his cock back and forth inside my ass. Jake's handsome face was softened by his pleasure, he looked so much younger than he was, he looked like a buddy more than an older brother by more than ten years.
He kept it up, even as he shifted our positions again and again, he fucked me while kneeling upright and one of my legs held high and me lying almost sideways, then he rolled me onto my stomach and raised me up to my hands and knees and with his hands on my hips, he thrust into me with a force that would have rough if it hadn't been ameliorated by the love he held for me, it was like he was driving that love deep into me so that it could reside inside me forever.
Rolling me back onto my back, he scooped me up and held me to him, him on his knees and me completely lifted off the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, and I clung moaning as he bounced me up and down on his cock like one of those antique toys with the clown on a stick and you shook it up and down to make him dance. I was that toy clown and I loved the rush of pleasure that the bouncing up and down gave me, it was the ride of my life!
I was looking into Jake's face and I saw the flow of blood rushing to his face, it was reddening and I knew his ecstasy was upon him and I held tight to his chest and he let out a long, low moan and the hot spunk he shot into me felt like a benediction and an affirmation, for it flowed into me, drifted back down over his shaft and onto his balls and fell upon the mattress, it's mission complete.
He panted, laying me back down and I touched his face and he kissed me. He must have realized that I hadn't made it to my own second climax, for he kissed my cheek then my neck then my chest and I watched as he worked his way down to where my cock, restored and standing tall, waited for him to visit it.
His lips closed on me and I sighed, let him pleasure me without insistence or actions of my own, he milked at me and after about five minutes of that, I climbed the stairs of climax and over the slope of orgasm, shot my second small load into his mouth, he held on to it, lifted up, swallowed visibly, and smiled up at me.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked me.
"Terrific." I assured him, then, "And how are you feeling now?"
"Not so alone." Jake crawled up and snuggled in next to me. "Tigers, they stake out a territory and the females wander onto that territory, the male tiger keeps close to the female and mates with her several times, staying until she is pregnant, then he walks away. But she is on his territory and can stay there and live there and when she is ready for more lovemaking, he returns and they resume their lovemaking."
He looked at me. "I have to go to college next fall, after I graduate." he said. "But I want to do this with you again. I'll come back when I can to see you, or have you come to see me, much as I can."
"I'd like that." I said.
"Even though we'll be apart." Jake sighed. "I'll always be part of your life."
"I know." I sighed. We fell asleep like that, together, sharing, loving.
Jake is in college now and I miss him a lot. But I know, when the time is right, my brother, like a tiger, will come back to me again. And again and again, for as long as I live.
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