Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 23:14:58 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: slutty-lil-bro

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your
thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. Enjoy!

SLUTTY LIL' BRO

by Backlash29

My kid brother, Danny, is such a whore. He's only seventeen (one year
younger than me) and he gets more action than any guy I've ever known. In
Danny's case, "action" means "cock" because Danny told us all two years ago
he was gay. I had no problem, and neither did our Mom. She never mentions
it, at least. The three of us live together in southern California, in a
small community near the beach.

Mom works crazy hours, so most of the time it's just Danny and me around the
house. We moved when I was ten to the place where we live, a modified shack
right on the ocean. There's a living room and bedroom for Mom in the main
house, and a newer structure with two bedrooms over a small garage, where
Danny and I stay. The two buildings are connected by a patio with a small
pool. Mom's room faces the ocean, and she keeps her windows open nearly all
the time, so the place where Danny and I sleep is very private. Not only can
you not hear what goes on out there from the main house, but from the main
house you generally don't even see visitors' cars when they come and go.
This is OK with Mom anyway, since she has a fairly permissive style of
parenting, I guess you'd say. She mostly leaves Danny and me to fend for
ourselves.

So when Danny came out at fifteen, I immediately starting teasing him about
liking dick. It's just the way things go in our family. We're constantly
giving each other shit. It's all good-natured, though, and we learn to give
it as hard as we take it on.

"Yeah, well I bet I get more cock than you get pussy, bad boy," he retorted.

"What? No way, bro." I was proud of my limited history with the buxom babes
that wandered up and down our beach. "You're fifteen, kid. A buck and a
half. What the hell do you know?"

"A lot more than you."

"You think so?"

"I know so. There's places around here where my mouth is very well-known!"

I laughed at him, but didn't immediately reply. My brother is a truly
handsome kid. His hair has that natural dark-blond California tint, he has a
deep tan all over his body, and his face is something special: blue eyes,
strong cheekbones, and puffy hot lips. I had the same features, only darker
and not as sexy or pronounced.

"Yeah? What places are those?" I asked.

He snorted. "Like I'm gonna tell you, pussy-lover."

"Yeah, so I like pussy. You gonna tell me where you go to get your dumb
little thrills?"

"Not so little, big bro," Danny laughed. "Some of those surfer boys are hung
pretty amazing, you know."

"Surfers?" I was incredulous. I figured he'd just been swapping blowjobs
with some pre-pubescent kids around his school. "You get surfer dick?"

"Most nights," he said, licking his lips. "Mm-mm, good."

I cast my mind back to Danny's whereabouts in recent months. He spent a lot
of time up around the public beaches, a few miles north of our house. I saw
him at the lifeguard shack pretty often when I went up that way with my
buddies or with a date. North of the shack was a rocky area where a ton of
surfers hung out. At the end of their day's surfing, they'd head down to the
bars near the public beach to drink and hang out.

"The shack?" I ventured. "You one of those fags that slurps surfer dick
behind the lifeguard stations?"

"Damn right I do," Danny said. "Where did you think I'd been going lately?
Once I sucked my first surfer bone back there in those bushes, I knew I was
there to stay. The guys all tell me I'm the best mouth around there, so when
they see me coming, I gather quite a crowd."

I couldn't believe it. Not only was Danny a fag, he was a popular little
blow-job slut, giving head to all the anonymous straight surfer hunks who
stop by after dark to drain their loads into a willing hole!

I figured Danny wasn't making this up, but I had to be sure. A few nights
later, I wandered up the beach around sunset and casually made my way across
the dunes to the bush area behind the lifeguard shacks. This was a popular
place for trysts, and the beach police never enforced anything, because the
attitude around there is, who gives a shit. I immediately saw an area where
one guy had his surfing wet suit open and was getting head from a kid on his
knees, while two other surfer buddies stood around, their own suits open,
beating their meat. As I approached them, I could make out the kid on his
knees. It was Danny.

"Hey bro," he called out, momentarily spitting out the big meatstake he was
sucking. "What a surprise, man! You decided to join us after all!"

He had to be kidding, now. There was no way I was letting my little brother
go down on me. "Yeah right, Danny. I just wandered by, making sure you're
alright, is all," I said, begging off.

"Yeah, shut up and get over here," he said, and went back to sucking the
surfer's cock. Mesmerized, I obeyed Danny's beckoning and slowly approached.
He looked so beautiful in that dim light, his pretty face gleaming with
sweat and sand, his hot lips gliding up and down on the surfer's knob. The
stud he was sucking was beautiful, too, a real swarthy dark-haired stud with
a broad, hairy chest. He moaned with sheer pleasure as my little brother
expertly devoured his big ol' cock. Seeing it, I sprung a huge chub myself.

The guy came in Danny's mouth a minute later. I expected Danny to move to
one of the other surfers who had their dicks out already, but instead, he
crawled the few steps over to me, groping my hard-on through my cargo shorts
and smiling up at me with his cute face. "You want this, Jesse, don'tcha?"

My face betrayed nothing. I felt only shock and desire. I didn't respond.

"C'mon," he pleaded softly, reaching into my shorts and pulling out my
eight-inch erection. At 16, I had a good hang myself, something that made me
quite popular with the girls of that area. Danny had seen it and commented
on it a few times. I guess he had long awaited this opportunity to try it
out.

"Alright," I whispered finally. Seconds later, having my permission, my kid
brother covered my dick with his mouth. he proceeded to give me the best
head of my life. I couldn't believe how good he was. No wonder he was so
popular. I lasted for five minutes or so, then popped a huge nut into his
mouth. The first few jets of it went down his throat. Then he pulled back
slightly, and I creamed until his mouth was full. Then he pulled me out
completely, and I shot my last few stripes all over his tan, sexy young
face.

I took off then, a little freaked. By the time Danny came home that night, I
was ready to talk about it. Suffice it to say I reconciled the idea by the
end of our conversation, and he rewarded me with another blow-job. It was
the first blowjob he gave me of many, many, many to come.

After this revelation with Danny, I began to observe a gradual evolution in
his sexual demeanor. I mean, he was very young--we both were--but it seems
sex was readily available to him, no matter where he turned. I guess it was
a combination of our permissive upbringing and the sheer testosterone of all
those hardbodies that were constantly gathered at or around the beach.

In addition to giving head to the surfers, Danny started up a reliable gang
of boys at our school who also liked getting blowjobs from him, and he had
no qualms about making himself available to them whenever they wanted, at
the drop of a hat. Sometimes our phone would ring at 11pm or midnight or
even after, and a short while later there was a car in the driveway. Danny
would let his friends in and up the stairs to his room, giving them head
right there on his twin bed. They'd dump their loads in his mouth, then
leave. He always left his door open in case I wanted to watch this action
from my own room across the hall.

He was a regular in the locker rooms, not only at our school but also the
other two high schools in our area. The local community college had a few
men's room on campus where dudes regular met for quick sex, and Danny
frequented those, as well. Some of his hottest encounters, he said, occurred
when he would suck off a college boy or two at the men's rooms, and then go
back to their dorms or apartments for more. This, he told me, was how he got
introduced to fucking for the first time.

It seems these two roommates, Glen and Daryl, shared an apartment near the
community college, and after getting head from Danny in the men's room in
one of the classroom buildings, they invited him back to their place to
party. Never one to turn down free weed, Danny rode along in their car. He
was 16 by this time, a little over one year ago now. They smoked some pot,
and then Danny smoked their dicks again. When he'd slobbered down both
creamy loads of cum, they asked him: "Hey faggot, do you get fucked?"

Danny paused. It wasn't like he'd never considered it. The idea turned him
on, but he was also afraid it might hurt. However, even though these studs
were well-hung, he trusted them to be his first.

"No," he replied. "I mean, I haven't before. But I'd really like to try."

To say he loved it would be an understatement. Danny took to buttsex like a
duck to water. It's like he was born to do it. When he came home that night,
two loads of fresh cum inside his newly-deflowered ass, he excited related
the whole story to me, and then begged me to try it with him. I was totally
turned on, and of course I was horny all the time anyway, but I worried it
might be a little weird to fuck my brother's ass.

"Aw c'mon," he pleaded. "Fuck me in the ass. I can take it, it's not too
weird. I already slurp your dick every night anyway. I want to get plowed by
you, bro! I need to take your big ol' cock inside me!"

To make his point, he stripped naked and got on my bed, his ass in the air.
He had one amazing body, I had to admit. Tan up and down, soft sexy little
muscles, and a perfect globe of an ass. The tan line of his bikini swim suit
made a perfect white framed around the area where he wanted me to spend my
action.

I dropped my shorts and knelt behind him on the bed. I felt down around his
cummy hole with my fingers. "You want, like, lube or something, bro?" I
asked.

"Nah, just fuck me," he begged. "I got cum in there already, from Glen and
Daryl. You can slide right in."

He was right. My rod went in on the first thrust, right to the hilt. It was
like fucking a girl's pussy when she was really tight, almost virgin.
Immediately I felt a numb pleasure all over my body. My eight-inch cock fit
my sexy little brother's asshole like a glove.

"Unn-hh, yeah..." he moaned. "Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little brother. I
love your cock. I love it, bro! Use me, man, just fuck me, fuck that
asshole, fill it up...!"

And so I grabbed Danny's trim waist and started thrusting in and out. The
mixture of feelings was incredible. His ass was warmer and softer than all
the hot young teen girl pussies I'd ever fucked to that date. On top of it,
I felt incredulous to actually be railing my kid brother. It was something
I'd never even imagined I would ever do.

He took my fuck expertly, and after ten minutes of solid throttling action,
he took my big spew of a load as well. It felt great to cum inside my
brother, to flood his hot little ass with my sperm. He loved it, too,
clawing at the mattress and screaming at me, begging for more of that hot
load, more, more, more...

We had crossed yet another boundary, into yet another new frontier. Now I
fucked my kid brother's hot ass every night, and he gave it up to the boys
from school who arrived late at night to use him. I learned to beat off
watching him, both our rooms unlit with the doors wide open, the faint
lights from the road and the patio illuminating the action on his bed, where
his high school buddies fucked him in any old position. Usually Danny liked
it on his back, where he could wrap his legs around the other kid and use
his ankles to pull him further inside him, intensifying each thrust as he
beat off and looked into the top kid's eyes. Sometimes they rutted on the
floor, while sometimes Danny stood and leaned into his dresser as the other
kid stood behind him and fucked him mercilessly just like that. And
sometimes, Danny would be on his knees, his head facing the door, so I could
jerk off watching the blissful expressions on his face as the big cock in
his asshole fucked him and made him cum.

Always, when his drop-in tops were done using his pretty ass, Danny would
let them out the door and then cross to my side of the hallway. If I hadn't
cum yet, he'd sit on my cock and ride it, and I would blow my seed inside
him to join the other fresh loads that mingled there. If I had shot off,
he'd usually encourage me to cum again, giving me head until I was nice and
hard and then letting me power-fuck his hole in any position I wanted.
Either way, he got a minimum of two loads in him just about every night of
the week, and quite often it was more than that. In addition, he got
whatever action he could throughout his day.

One night it went even a little further. When Danny rides my cock, he
frequently balances himself by putting his hands on or around my face. This
often leads to him pushing his fingers in and out of my mouth, to the same
rhythm as I am fucking my strokes into his ass. (We'd both seen female porn
stars do this as they rode their johns, and we thought it was slutty and
hot.) Well, once as Danny was doing this, I distinctly tasted fresh cum on
his fingers. I couldn't ask him to verify, because he had the fingers in my
mouth, and anyway we were both pretty much lost in bliss. But I had seen
Danny frequently pump his fingers in and out of his freshly-fucked ass to
loosen the jism inside him and get ready for his next fuck. I figured he had
done that on this night, and that was the reason I was tasting man nectar,
fresh from his ass.

The surprise was that I loved it. Now, I never considered myself having a
gay bone in my body, at least not until the antics all started up with
Danny. Since then I had been face-fucking and ass-fucking my horny little
brother on a regular basis, and now I found myself getting off on tasting
the fresh cum from his hot little fingers. With I moan I sucked and sucked
on them, soon enough losing control and spurting my creamy hot brother load
into his gorgeous ass.

"Liked that, huh?" Danny asked as soon as I was through. I could only smile,
and weakly nod. Then, in response, he did something I never could have
predicted: He got off my cock and spun his whole body around until he was
sitting directly on my ass, his soft fuzzy cheeks on either side of my face,
and my nose and mouth pressed into his cute, slimy crack. "You like it, bro?
Then lick me!" he commanded.

Before the shock even wore off, I found myself complying. My tongue went
into pussy-eating mode, and I was rewarded with a cascade of fresh jizz--a
lot of it mine--pouring forth over my lips, face, and tongue.

"Oh yeah, big brother! Eat those creamy loads outa my hole!" Danny squealed.
"Feels...so fuckin' good!"

And it tasted good, too. He'd had two tops that night, before me. I ate all
their sperm. I couldn't believe I was eating cum at all, much less three
loads of it from my hot little brother's freshly-fucked spunkhole.

"Mmm-ngg...mm-mm...nnnggh...mm-mmmmm..." I moaned into Danny's sexy crevice
as I hungrily slurped away. The cum was raining onto me like a gusher now,
streaming down my cheeks and collecting on the mattress to either side. It
was like a forbidden sluice had opened, and now my brother's buried treasure
was being bestowed to me from its hidden, most intimate, most delicious and
joyous source.

After that night, there was no turning back. I fucked Danny as often as I
could, not just at night but often several times during the day, as well.
I'd make us both late for school in the morning by insisting to fuck his
asshole two or three times. I'd page him during classes and we'd meet in the
parking lot so he could get in my back seat and ride my pole. He'd bring
tops with him, and we'd gang-bang Danny's ass. I began playing a regular
role in the fuckings he got from strangers at our house in the middle of the
night. And always, no matter who had cum inside him or how many times, no
matter how much of a rush we might be in to get someplace, after Danny's
hole got fucked I insisted on licking out the treasured remains. My days and
nights were occupied by this craving, to eat delicious fresh spooge from my
hot little brother's leaking twat.

Which takes us to the present day. I'm a senior in high school now, close to
graduating. I've been having sex with my little brother for over two years
now, and for more than half that time, I have been one of a huge number of
guys who love to power-fuck his tight hole. I am addicted to the sensation
of drinking fresh jizz directly from his sweet boy-cheeks. For the life of
me, I don't know how I'm going to replace the sex I have with Danny when and
if I ever move away from here. Maybe I never will!

THE END

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What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com

My other stories are "Ryan's Hole"and "40 Days and 39 Nights" in
Gay/Celebrities, "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, "Frat Slut
Gangang" in Gay/College, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.