Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2014 01:50:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Girlfriend's Brother

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I rewrote this as some were offended by the use of the word "fag."  It is a
fantasy wherein two people find their desire or soon will.  It is not
anti-fey and certainly not anti-gay.


Girlfriend's Brother

I rang the doorbell to my girlfriend's house. I knew her parents weren't
home on this Saturday afternoon. I also knew that she wasn't home on this
Saturday afternoon. I saw the curtains move in the front window and then I
heard footsteps behind the door. The door knob clicked. The door swung
open.

"Hi, Donnie.  Linda's not here now."

It was Keith, my girlfriend's fifteen-year-old brother.

"Oh. She told me she was gonna be here."

"I think she went shopping with some of her friends at the mall."

"Oh, okay. I'll catch her later then."

I turned to leave, but then quickly turned back.

"Hey, do you think I could get a drink of water or something, I'm kind of
thirsty."

"Yeah, sure Donnie, come on in."

I followed Keith to the kitchen. I'd met him a few times in the few weeks
that I had been dating Linda, his older sister.  I had also noticed him in
the halls at school.  But, since he was a sophmore and I'm a senior, our
paths really don't cross that often.

I knew he was gay from the get-go.

He thought he was hiding it, but the clues were obvious. He had a bit of a
sharp attitude, but then hid it immediately in self-conscious
embarrassment. His walk, too; it was noticeably light and there was a bare
hint of sashay.

You could tell by the way dressed, as well.

Right now he was wearing what could only be described as a metrosexual nerd
chic: a dusky rose, button-up collared shirt in a light cotton fabric;
plaid straight leg slacks that coordinated perfectly and a pair of suitably
funky leather sneakers. The only thing he lacked was the black horn-rimmed
glasses. No straight guy outside of a fashion magazine would wear this
stuff.

Physically, Keith was teenage lean, about five foot ten and 150 pounds. He
was a fairly good-looking kid. He had black hair and hazel eyes, a freckled
pug nose and full lips, above his top lip were the just-darkening hairs of
an adolescent.

"What would you like to drink? We have a lot of stuff in the refrigerator."

"A glass of water's fine."

Keith got me the water. I saw him look at me. I looked right back. Keith
quickly averted his eyes. I took a few sips of water. Keith looked
uncomfortable.

"Hey, Keith. I want to ask you something."

"Sure, Donnie. Like what?"

"You know the other night when Linda and I went out to that late movie?"

I paused.

"Yeah."

"You remember, it was late when we got back and Linda and I went into the
family room?"

"Yeah, I guess...," Keith replied with a slight nervousness.

"You remember how you watched from the door while your sister gave me a
blow job?"

"N-n-no," Keith stuttered in shock.

He was panic stricken; I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Tell me, Keith, do you like watching your sister have sex?"

"No!"

"You know ...," I drew out my reply, "I believe you."

"Y-you do?" Keith asked with a questioning look on his face.

"Yeah, I do. You know why I believe you?"

The fifteen-year-old shook his head slightly.

"Because you're not interested in girls."

"I ... I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Don't bullshit me! I saw you there, in the shadows, watching. You're
interested all right, but not in watching your sister, what you were
interested in was my cock."

I moved the few feet across the kitchen that separated us. Keith tried to
turn away.

"I ... I wasn't looking at ..."

I grabbed his arm and cut him off.

"Don't hand me that! You think I don't know? Every time I come over here I
see you looking at me, staring at my crotch. Well you know what? You're
going to get what you want, you're gonna get a real close look."

"I ... I don't ..."

"Yes, you do," I contradicted.

The teen was torn between shame and desire.

"Get down on your knees," I ordered.

The boy kneeled on the tiled floor of the kitchen. No surprise, he didn't
resist. I put my hand under his smooth chin and made him look me in the
eye.

"I'm going to give you a real close look at what you want, but don't lie to
me. You know you want cock. I want you to tell me that you want to see my
cock. Don't lie."

The freckled teen looked up from under the shock of black hair that fell
from his forehead. He opened his mouth for an instant and then tried to
turn away. I grasped his smooth chin firmly with my upturned hand and
forced him to look at me.

"Say it!"

"I ... I want ... to see your cock."

"Good.  Now we're getting somewhere."

I slid my hand from Keith's smooth chin and reached under my t-shirt to
unsnap the top button on my Levis.  Keith's eyes dropped down, drawn like a
moth to a flame.  I unzipped and tugged my jeans down a bit revealing the
bulging white cotton of my jockeys ...


___________________


Now, I am going to be honest here and say that Keith had good reason to
want to see my cock.  I had been blessed by Nature with a cock that had
been of interest to others since I was a kid.  I was always long, I hung
down four inches when I was ten, and it hung in a beautiful arc.

I wasn't ashamed to show it to other boys in grade school, in fact it
became something of a ritual most every time a new kid moved in to the
neighborhood for him to be told by the other boys that he needed to see it.
It was amusing to me and my friends to hear a guy try to ask without
appearing to be interested when his curiosity was obvious.

I have to admit that there was one early experience that led to my going
over to Linda's house to try to catch Keith all by his lonesome.  There was
one time when a guy put my dick in his mouth when I was twelve.  His name
was Ivan.

Ivan was considered weird and off-the-wall because he was from a foreign
country, although he had been here for several years, but mostly because he
acted, well, "gay."

He had asked me over to his house after school for some reason, I can't
remember why, and I went.  We went up to his room and he kind of made it
known that he wanted to fool around.  I thought, "Why not?"

He took all of his clothes off in a flash, I was thinking we'd just drop
trou and jerk, but I decided to follow his lead. I was down to my underwear
and Ivan slid down on his knees and reached for my pouch to "help me" pull
them down.

As soon as my cock was free, Ivan started jerking my cock and I didn't
object.  We guys never jerked each other more than a few seconds, but he
did for much longer and sort of eased over and rubbed his cheek against my
boner and my thigh.  He moaned and looked really horny.  Then he put the
end of it in his mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds.

I kinda pulled back and Ivan suggested that I lie on his bed and he would
jerk me. I lay on my back on top of his bedspread and Ivan climbed up and
crouched near my feet near the foot of his bed and gave me a pretty good
hand job.  He looked so turned on that it didn't take long before I was
ready to erupt.

While Ivan was doing me he was hunched over my left leg and was sort of
rubbing his very hard four inches against the front of my calf.  When I
came it was too much for Ivan; his body convulsed and he came on my leg and
on his bedspread. There were some awkward moments afterwards when I dressed
to go.

I didn't do it with Ivan again, although he wanted to.  To be honest, I
often thought of having another guy suck me after that and I thought that
getting naked in bed with another guy and rubbing against each other would
be fun, but I didn't want anyone to think I was gay by being seen hanging
around with Ivan.

By the time I was thirteen, I was hanging five and it had fattened up
impressively; my balls were proportionally large and chunky.  I enjoyed the
furtive looks of other guys in the locker room and the admiring comments
when we jerked off in the woods.  I had started showing it to girls by this
time, too and had gotten quite a few hand jobs by negotiating with girls
who wanted to see it.

I lost my virginity to older girl when I was fourteen and a freshman in
high school, she was a junior. She said I was bigger than a lot of older
guys.  At fourteen, honestly, I was.


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I hung my package out over the lowered waistband of my jockeys.  I could
see the same desire in Keith's eyes that I remember in Ivan's.

"Go ahead," I teased, "Take it.  You know you want to."

Keith hesitated.

"Take it," I ordered firmly.

The boy took my member in the fingers of one hand.  It sent a wave of lust
through my body.  My cock began to swell.

"Skin the head back."

Keith looked up stupefied, like a boy being given permission to handle his
dad's gun for the first time; to do what was forbidden, but deeply desired.

Keith slid my hood back.  My head was stickily moist.  A fragrant musk
floated in the kitchen air.  My cock rose up at Keith's tentative
exploratory efforts.

"You like it? You like that cock?"

I could tell he liked it.

"Hmm?"  I added a bit sarcastically.

"Yes," was the quiet and reluctantly reply.

"I thought you would," I stated standing above the kneeling teen.  "Now I
want you to put it in your mouth."

Keith shuddered involuntarily.  This wasn't imagining anymore, this was
sucking a real cock.  A dirty, smegma-flecked glans.  A thick cock redolent
of virility.  There was no going back.

"Open up," I sweetly seduced.

Keith complied.

"Put it in."

Slowly, the fifteen year old leaned forward, accepting his first, but
certainly not last, male organ.

Keith held it passively, knowing what he was supposed to do, knowing what
he wanted, what he yearned for, what he needed to do, but not yet free of
society's repressive restraints.  This would change in an instant.

"Suck it," I commanded.

Keith began.  It wasn't a few seconds before he was free.  He didn't "want"
any more, he "was."

"That's it."

I let Keith work my rod as he learned his way around a cock.  I liked the
thrill of having my girlfriend's little brother blowing me in their
parent's kitchen.  I reached nearly my full eight inches at this point.

Keith, while he barely had half, had a mouthful.  I could tell he really
wanted to suck cock. He was moaning a little, like a chick, just before she
comes, when she's getting fucked good.

"Imff ... Uhngh ... Inghh ... Ingh-guhh!"

I was getting off on making this skinny sophmore suck me.  I got a little
too excited and pushed my eight inches in a little over halfway, not too
hard, but it was a little too much for Keith to handle. It was probably his
first time, or at least his first time sucking a really big cock. He
gagged.

Grabbing Keith lightly by the hair, I pulled my cock out.

"Can't handle it?  Well, I'm gonna give you a break – you can suck my
nuts, how 'bout that?"

I tightened my grip on his hair and tilted his head up. I looked directly
into his eyes, teared-up from choking on my cock, and asked, "You wanna
suck my nuts? I'll bet you do. Go ahead."

Keith leaned forward obediently.  I could feel his nose in my pubes at the
root of my prick as he kissed my rocks.

"That's it, get a real good taste."

Keith moaned. He was getting a full dose of my crotch musk and I knew he
liked it.

"You like that?"

"Mmm hmm ..."

There was no resistance. Even though I held his hair and moved his head
around gently, guiding him where to go, he did the rest, licking and
kissing.

"Suck my ball bag."

I shoved his head forcefully into my wrinkled sack.  Keith groaned deeply,
half in lust and half because he was being suffocated in my squashed nuts.
Man, I was getting turned on.  When he really started squirming, I yanked
the boy from my hairy crotch.  Keith gasped for air.

"Huuhhh ... Huuhh ... Huuhh ..."

I let him catch his breath.  While he did, I took in Keith's youthful face;
it was flushed crimson and his mouth was wet and sloppy from servicing me.
My rod jerked at the sight.

"Okay, I think you've got your breath back. Now go back to work on my
cock."

The kneeling teen did my bidding forthwith.  He sucked with a heated,
desperate desire.  I reached and held his head to my jutting shaft.  It was
hard and needing release.

"My nuts are getting tight. You wanna mouthful of cream, Keith? Huh?"

Keith moaned desperately with the visceral honesty of a born cocksucker.

"I bet you want that, don't you?"

Another muffled, inarticulate moan came from the fifteen-year-old's throat.

My rod was like steel and my nuts were on fire; I was almost ready to dump
my load.  I decided to deliver a few deep thrusts before I reached the
point of no return.

One two three.

They were quick and deep.  Keith didn't start to choke until the third time
my rod hit the back of his throat.

"Gghh ... ulkk!  Gggh-ug-uggh!"

I pulled out enough to let him cough.  His eyes were watering from my
ramming thrusts.

"Too much for ya?"

I waited as he tried to get his breath.

"Uhhn ... Uhhn ... Nn-n-no ..."

He wanted it.  He wanted it bad.

"I'll tell you what.  I'm going to make it easy on you.  I want you to use
your mouth and tongue and suck my knob, suck it hard.  If you do a good job
I'm going to give you a nice big load of cream.  You want that Keith?"

I caressed his hair with my left hand.  The youth looked up, ashamed.

"Y-yes," he admitted.

"I thought so," I said knowingly, and then I ordered, "Get to work."

The boy took my rigid rod in hand and engulfed the glistening helmet.
Keith's circling tongue and slurping lips were having their effect on my
naked glans.  I squinted as I felt the edge approaching.

"Take it ..."

I was gasping now as I held Keith firmly by his hair and ears.

"... Take it ..."

My nuts were excruciatingly tight.

"Uhh ... Uhh ... Uhhh ..."

It was coming ...

"Take that load you cock sucker!" I grunted loudly through clenched teeth.

I unloaded.

"Innngghh!  Fuuck!"

One, then two, choking blasts of my spunk shot into the teen's mouth.
Keith started to gag.  I kept pumping it out.

"Unnggh!  Unnggh!"

Keith tried to pull away.  I grabbed at his hair to try to keep him near,
but my cock came free. Keith was coughing, sloppily spitting saliva and
semen.

I yanked his head back with my left hand; with my right I pumped my
slippery, rock hard cock, spilling more of my seed onto the boy's face.

"Uhh ... Uhh ... Uhhh ..."

After I emptied every drop, I eased up on my rod and let Keith's hair slip
from my grasp.  The teen dropped his head and gave a few more coughs, still
dealing with the first load blown into his cock-hungry mouth.  I panted in
satisfaction.

It seemed like time stopped as we recovered.  I had taken a few steps back
and I was looking down on Keith as he sat sprawled on the floor.  I would
say he had a "just fucked" look; definitely dazed, but satisfied.

"Well, Keith, now you'll have something to beat off to – thinking of
this."

I shook my spent cock before shoving it back in my pants and zipping up my
jeans.  Keith wiped his chin with the back of his hand, but he didn't dare
to get up.  There was spit and come in front of him on the on the linoleum.

"Make sure you clean the kitchen floor before your mother gets home."

Keith gave a hurt look, but said nothing.  I knew why.  He wanted more.

"Tell your sister I stopped by," I said casually as I turned towards the
door, "and I'll call her later."

As I drove off, the image of Keith's lithe teenage body stretched on the
floor ran through my mind and I thought to myself, "I might have to tap
that ass."



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Is there more to come in the next exciting episode?

Will Keith have his ass rudely fingered? Or something else?

     "Take your pants down," I ordered.

     "Don't you dare jerk your cock.  You can just wait till
      you're done servicing me. And you better not come either.
      You got that?"

     "Y-yes, Donnie," the submissive teen stuttered.

Will Donnie ever find satisfaction with Keith's sister again?

     "It's ... It's never happened to me before!"


Tune in next time for the dramatic answers to these and other questions.



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