Date: 25 Dec 1996 04:49:48 -0000
From: Man Loving <beefcakelover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother Knows Best (M/M, M/M)

All characters herein are fictional.  Any resemblance to actual persons is
absolutely and purely coincidental.  If this get's posted, it will be my first
"publishing".  Let me know if you liked it.
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Big Brother Knows Best

For me, there's nothing better than anal sex and passionate love between men. 
I've learned this and more from my older brother Skip.

Skip's not the jock of jocks, he's kind of plain which throws a lot of
people off in figuring out what he's like and what he likes.  They
expect him to be quiet and looking for some other quiet girl but that's
not what he's into.  I can say that Skip is queer as a goat, and his
dick ain't never gotten hard for any pussy other than what's between
another man's buns.

I remember the first time I realized that men mated together.  My best
friend Rhett and me were inline-skating through part of Rooks Park one spring
evening on our way from school.

"Hey, isn't that Skip's truck over there?" Rhett pointed to the gray
Toyota pick-up with dark tinted windows in the cab and for the canopy.

It did look like Skip's truck from a distance.  We got closer and I saw the
"Boy" painted over where "Toyota" had been sanded away.  "Yea, that's Skip." I
said, curious of what he might be up to at the park.  I didn't know anything
about Skip's sex life up to now.  I thought he might be jogging around or just
riding his bike.  "Let's see if we can find him." I said thinking only of
shooting the breeze for a bit before heading home.

Rhett and I skated around the lake, and followed some side roads around the
rock climb, pet trail and tennis courts but still didn't see him.  "Maybe we
missed him and he's in the john over there."  I looked in the direction just
beyond the parking lot to a small stone building about a hundred feet away in
the trees.  "He can't be in there, not for all that time.  This park's too big,
we'd never find him here on skates.  Let's go home."   "I gotta pee first."
said Rhett.

So we skated over to the building and I waited outside.  Soon Rhett
returned and said, that no one was in there.  "I told you he wouldn't
be," I said, "let's get out of here."  We headed out of the parking lot,
but I was too curious to leave it alone.  I can't explain it other than,
I was frustrated that Skip was doing something that I didn't know about and
probably having fun.  I still didn't think of sex.  We were long out of sight
of the truck when I thought, "I'm going back to look in his truck, what if
something is wrong?"  I told Rhett to stay there and would be right back.  I
just had to make sure that everything was okay.

I thought that if someone stole the truck and saw me skating toward it, they'd
take off in a hurry.  So I got off the road and skate-walked
behind trees and bushes.  I was just a couple of feet away now and was
listening closely to make sure that I was quiet when I heard a moan.  I thought
I saw the truck sway, but almost frozen in my place.  Wild thoughts flashed
through my mind of Skip kidnapped, bound and gagged, in his truck.  It happened
again, the moan, the swaying and I dashed forward.  I had to know.

No one was in the cabin of the truck, so I hurried to look in the
canopied truck-bed.  My face was pressed up on the tinted glass and my heart
was racing as I saw a form move.  Yes, something was there and when I finally
could focus on and comprehend what I saw, I could hardly believe it!  Before my
very eyes was my brother and another upperclassman, Earl Jeffries - a muscle
head if there ever was one.

Earl was on all fours, his back arched and his head resting on his
folded forearms while his ass was high in the air.  Skip apparently had
his mouth on Earls ass hole as Skips face was jammed up so close in
between the cheeks.  Earl was undulating, his back arching up then down as he
wiggled his ass on my brother's face.  His mouth was open and I hear the moans
again.  "Oh, Skip baby, suck my hole!"

It was clear that they'd been at it for a while. I could feel the stuffy
heat from the inside of the truck as I stood just outside.  Skip leaned
back in a kneeling position and reached both hands into the crack of
Earl's butt.  He spat heavily into the ditch and dug four fingers into
his hole to pull it open.  I could see that it actually did open and
Earl wasn't in any pain.  "The fuckers," I thought, "they've been doing each
other before.  Fags!"  I didn't mean anything evil by saying that otherwise
derogatory word.  I was jealous and it was getting the best of me.  My brother
was getting pussy, and Earl was giving it while no one had ever suspected a
thing.  And above all, I realized that I too wanted that kind of pussy - where
would I get it, and who would give it to me!

My thoughts were interrupted.  "Mmm, my own bitch, and she's a man", I heard my
brother say after he'd pulled his lips and tongue out of the open hole.  Earl's
response to that was to hike his ass higher in the air by dropping his chest to
the bed of the truck, spreading his legs further apart and singing a song of
"Ooh, ooh, mmm's...."   It was
obscene but at the same time, wildly passionate.  My poor heart was
pounding away, my mind unable to believe what my eyes and ears were seeing and
hearing.

"Stick it in, man." Earl cooed.  Shit, what was this, was my brother
Skip this guys' "man"?  He sounded like he was Skips girl or something, like
Skip knew his place was to fuck Earl and it was all natural just like any man
and woman fucking each other.

Yes, I was both jealous and crazy with desire.  I thought of them as
cowards, they were 'bitch' and 'stud' in private, sneaking around and
stuff, but they weren't "man" enough to own up to who they really were in
public.  Then I thought again, maybe Earl really loved my brother and my
brother really loved him they just had to beat the social rules imposed on them
even if it meant mating in secret.  The heterosexist public would get what they
wanted and two guys like Skip and Earl could get what they wanted.

My cock was so hard from looking at those two, I could hardly stand it.  I
turned just as Skip was positioning himself to "stick 'IT' into" Earl.
Trying as fast and quietly as possible to get away from the scene.
Their raw and lusty passion toward each other was frightening!  But
strangely I was attracted by their raw passion?

I was nearly out of breath when I met back up with Rhett.  "What
happened man?" Rhett probed.  "Oh god, nothing man, let's get out of here." I
said shaking my head passing Rhett as he stood there.
"Something happened, what happened Brian?"  He was skating with me now as we
headed for our neighborhood.  "Please, I'll tell you later, it's too weird."  A
storm had been kindled in me and I just couldn't handle my friend's curiosity
right then.  I had to talk to Skip first.

Later that night, as we'd finished our homework and were watching T.V. in our
bedroom I asked Skip for the second time since getting home, how his day had
been.  He said "it was great" as he'd said before, going off into some mumbo
about school.  "Rhett and I were skating through Rooks today and thought we say
your truck." I mentioned as casually as I could.  Skip looked at me and we made
eye contact.  I had to say it, I couldn't let him slip out of it.  I knew his
mind was working to make up some story about either studying with one of a
number of plain-looking nerd friends of his or being roughed-up by some jocks
from school.

"Skip, you were there with Earl Jeffries." I said, in a tone conveying
that I was taking control of the conversation and that his secret was no longer
a secret.  "You guys are unbelievable, I can't believe you two go for that
stuff man, and with each other!"

Skip tried to jump in, "Look Brian, what I do is my business...".  But I
continued.  "You like him the way guys like a girls".  The thought
ping-ponged through my mind.  I was still jealous and terrified.
Jealous that my brother had discovered this, liked it and enjoyed it
with Earl who liked giving himself to Skip.  I was terrified that I
would never experience what they both enjoyed.  "Skip, I'm scared man.  I saw
you and Earl doing it, and it's crazy, but it's like I have to
experience that.  Fucking a guy."

"You're right Bri," Skip said.  "Earl is like my girl but what we have
is more than *just* fucking."  I was slipping deeper into astonishment
and discovery.  He continued, "It isn't wrong Bri.  Earl and I have
liked guys since our earliest memories.  We've tried not to, but it's
just the way things are, we're buddies, I'm his man and he's mine.  If
you're straight, that's good.  You should not feel threatened by who I
am and what I like.  I'm still Skip, your big brother, and I'm your
friend."

I hurried to continue the conversation.  "Skip, I think I might be
bisexual." I said.  "Seeing Earl love you with his ass was one of the
hottest things I've imagined, even more than the horny girl's I've had.
What if I'm gay, I don't want to be alone!  I want to have my 'Earl'."
We were locked in eye-contact.  All the secret desires were out.  Skip
could understand me, because he understood himself.  And most
importantly, he could help me understand and accept myself.  We talked late
into the night.

Later that week I met Earl in person, after they both had talked it
over.  I kind of enjoyed teasing Earl about my brother being his "man"
and he being my brother's "girl."  He teased me about being horny for
another dude, and it actually made me excited.  I wanted to take care of a guy
just like Skip took care of him as manly as he himself was and as "plain-Joe"
as Skip was.  Their relationship was good for both of them.

I did finally tell Rhett what happened in the park, after I cleared it
with my bro and Earl, and found out Rhett was doing it both ways with a couple
of other guys at school.  I could only imagine how much sperm those guys had
been shooting into each other while I was oblivious to the action around me.

I'm technically bisexual as I think most of humanity is, but I'm glad I
saw my brother and Earl mating in the park that day.   Otherwise the
last three years since starting college might never have been so good.  Just
ask Rhett, my 'man-wife', 'bitch' etc. all the names he craves hearing when
we're making love.  I'm his 'bull', and 'husband' and it drives me crazy with
lust for him.

We didn't finish college right away and got a little in debt setting up
house.  Fortunately we don't have kids, but we -- like Skip and his
husband Earl -- do try to help out our parents or struggling sister as
she's a single mom.  We all get together at Skip and Earl's house or our house
for holidays or just family time on summer evenings.  It's the way things
should be.

Some bi's don't settle down, others choose to settle with the opposite
sex, and even more of us choose spouses of our own sex.  Considering the shit
we get from society, the covenant Rhett and I have in heart, mind and body is
just as beautiful as, if not stronger than the union between a man and a woman.

It's love, man!

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