Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 17:36:12 -0500
From: S Smith <mheast111@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Am Not Gay.  Am I? Chapter 9

Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you don't like any of the
following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language, etc.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased. Please do not copy without my consent.  Please practice safe sex.

Subject: I'm Not Gay? Am I? Chapter 9

It was my summer to heal myself.  Literally and figuratively.  My body had
been much more badly beated than I realized.  I think my parents wanted to
keep the truth from me, but I knew it was bad when I could barely stand or
even take deep breaths without pain shooting thru me.  I knew I must have
had broken ribs - especially since my last memories of that night were the
boots kicking me as I laid on the ground curled into a ball hearing the
word "faggot" being screamed at me....
 
Thankfully I was almost back to normal by August.  Well, not entirely since
the summer had not allowed me to continue with my gym routines as before.
I was still in pretty good physical form, but I was looking forward to
getting back to the gym hardcore and packing on moy muscle.  There was
something I felt inside when I worked out - it was sense of control.  And I
need more control.  It is the only way out of my sickness.
 
It took me several weeks before I could manuever around without help from
my Mom or Dad.  It was weird to be relying on Mom again so much like a
little kid, but I had to have her help.  I needed her in that role - not
Josh.  Josh.  Even as I think his name my mind still flashes with images.
I wish I could understand myself.  Sometimes I think I know why I am
confused..  but I will probably never understand why I ended up with the
feelings I have for him.  I miss him.  I miss the little brother I used to
clown around with, the brother I fought with, the brother I laughed with.
It all ended one day so long ago..  Ryan Baker took my little brother from
me.  Forced me to touch my brother in the sickest way against our will.  It
damaged us.  Forever.
 
I couldn't believe when I woke up that day on the farm, back in the world I
had left..  The farm, my family, Josh.  It was like the ultimate joke. I
returned back home and I was there in the bathroom getting undressed by my
brother.  And he was before me on his knees leaning in with his lips
touching the head of my cock.
 
Despite the pain throughout my body, I felt desire wash over me and I
placed my hands on his smooth handsome face and allowed his mouth to engulf
my dick.  I closed my eyes, feeing the warmth of the steam coming from the
shower as it surrounded my nude body as at the same moment his mouth
encased my cock.  It was exquisite.  I admit it.  I wanted to never stop...
I wanted to pull my brother into the shower and make love with him.  I
wanted to have sex with him over and over.  Everything I had felt since
that first moment Ryan forced us to touch poured through me and I felt my
sick desire take over me.  I wanted Josh.  My hands gripped the sides of
his face and I thrust my hips forward shoving the length of my cock deep
into his willing throat.
 
The pain from my ribs tore through my body at that precise moment.  My
thrust had been so strong that the pain shot through me bringing me to
reality.  That I was a badly injured man with multiple fractures and a
brusied body. That I was committing the utlimate sickness.  I was a man
with his cock in his brother's mouth.  I collapsed in searing pain and fell
to the floor.  My brother screamed for Mom, while covering my nudity with a
towel.  The rest was a blur as I was carried by Mom, Dad and Josh to my
bedroom.  The doctor came shortly after and provided me the pain meds I
needed to make it through the weeks of healing ahead.
 
The next month I only remember partially. I was so drugged up on pain pills
all I remember was being in bed all day, interrupted by trips to the
restroom with help from my family.  Even my little sister Lisa did what she
could to help me hobble down the hallway though I was probably twice her
physical weight.  I knew I would get sponge baths once in awhile, but who
gave them to me I didn't know fully.  Finally in late June on a warm
evening after dark I woke to feel a warm sponge rubbing my chest.  This
time I was finally cognizant enough to open my eyes and see it was Josh
bathing me.
 
I was still on so much meds that I had no resistance.  I laid there and
watched him slowly and methodically bath my chest, arms, legs, and feet.
It was obvious he had done it to me before since he seemed to handle it
very naturally and with determination.  I remember thinking how stupid it
was.  I had done everything I could to resist my confusing feelings and
there I laid naked with only a towel covering my crotch as my brother
sponged my body alone in my bedroom.  Of course my worthless dick still was
like before.  It betrayed me as always because by the end the towel over my
crotch was fully tented from my erection.  He waited skillfully until the
end to pull the towel from me and expose my throbbing cock.
 
"It's ok Eric....don't worry about it," Josh said softly as he slowly
sponged up the length of my shaft and squeezed the sponge slightly enough
to allow warm soapy water to moisted my crotch.  I could feel the water
encased my cock and balls and a trickle of water slide between my legs into
the crack of my ass.  I don't think any man in the world would have been
able to resist that moment.  But I tried verbally....
 
"Josh...  no.....," I whispered.  But he would not look at me and instead
continued to do his work of bathing me.
 
The sponge did most of the touching, until he got to my balls and held them
in his right hand softly, rubbbing the lather into them.  Once he had them
clean he slid the suds up to my shaft and his hand wrapped around my cock.
I closed my eyes to the touch of him when he started o stroke me clean.
 
"Josh... oh God.. .Josh," my voice whispered as the stroking continued and
swelled my cock to full erection.
 
Then his hand left me and I heard the sponge being rinsed in the bowl of
water by the bed.  I felt the clean warm water rinse the lather from my
crotch while at the same time a thick fluffy towel rubbed my cock and balls
dry.  When I allowed my eyes to open again Josh was pouring lotion into his
hands and reaching for my body.  Once again he came back to my chest, my
arms, my legs and smoothed the lotion onto my clean body.  My cock throbbed
as his hands caressed my pecs, my waist, and even my feet.  I never loooked
at me, as I stared at him and realized this had probably been done to me
many times over the past month by him.  He almost looked like a male nurse
doing work he had to complete for his shift.  Not like a brother molesting
another brother.  Even as he caressed my balls and lotioned my cock shaft
it seemed to be a obligated duty from him despite my throbbing dick that he
stroked so eagerly.
 
"Josh..stop....," I said trying to sit up in my bed, but the pain in my
ribs and the swirl of my head made me collapse back on the bed.  I was
trapped...  his victim to do what he wanted with.  And he did.  I had no
choice as the lotion was rubbed into my skin, the bottle put away and he
leaned in like a skilled work and used his mouth ro encase my throbbing
cock.  Soft moans filled my bedroom on that dark night.  Moans from my own
mouth and Josh's.
 
Eventually the moans were replaced with the sounds of wet slurping as his
salvia covered my cock and slid onto my balls.  His hands held my hips in
place and I squeezed the thoughts from my mind of what was happening.  All
I knew was that I felt such extreme pleasure, accented by the narcotic haze
I was in from the meds.  I admit it, I did not resist. Instead I moved my
hips and provided small thrusts. I couldn't figure out how I had gotten to
this place, but somehow the world had brought us back into this moment.
Trapped in my own bed gwith my brother feedingh on me.  It wasnt until I
felt my cum boil and ready to burst that I found my voice again...
 
"Josh... Josh...  oh fuck Josh I'm going to cum...  stop sucking..
please... I'm going to cum," I honestly wanted him to stop.  It we went
that far what lined had we crossed?  What would that make Josh?
 
I warned him but the sickness in both of us took over.  I could not resist
my need too cum and he apparently had allowed the sickness to control him
so much that he wanted to have my cum.  My cock exploded with pleasure,
shooting volley after volley of steaming hot cum into the mouth of my
brother.  Over and over my cock pulsed, as I felt his mouth suck my thick
cum down his willing throat.  Seven blasts of cum flew from me as I
whispered his name with each blast.. "Josh.  Josh.  Josh....."
 
The night ended with no words.  Just the sounds of rustling movement by my
bed.  I refused to open my eyes to the reality.  Only when I heard my
bedroom door open did I look to see Josh leaving my room.  He looked so
normal.  Not like fag.  It wasn't until he turned to pull my door shut did
I see the evidence.  His jeans were unzipped and his cock hung from his
pants.  Dripping.
 
The next morning I told Mom I wanted to take care of myself from now on.
That I was fine to shower by myself.
 
"Are you sure you are up to that?  Josh said you were too embarassed to let
me do it.  Maybe Josh shouldn't be doing that", she said.  I realized then
she was stupidly naive.  How stupid.  She had been allowing her own sons
too commit sin instead.  Of course how couldn't know the sickness that
existed in her house.
 
There was never another sponge bath again.  I forced myself nightly through
teeth clenching pain to shower and go back to my room and lock the door.  I
could see the hurt in Josh's eyes that first week when he would stop by my
room.  I even heard his knocks at me door in the middle of the nigght. But
we did not speak of it..  Of the sponge baths.  Of the night he drank my
cum.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I am sorry for the delay in the story.  But thank you to all who have stuck
by me and are back to read more about Eric's experiences.  I have written a
few new chapters and hope will enjoy each of them with as much pleasure as
I have had writing them.  You can email with your comments, questions, or
whatever. Send them to mheast111@hotmail.com.