Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:04:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff <hoover_plano@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Taste of Dylan

Any gay teenager who's ever had a hunky big brother can relate to this
story. Family affection is one thing, but taking it one step further is a
shitload of fun!

This is a fantasy tale about two brothers taking it to the next level. If
the content offends you in any way you should stop reading now. Same thing
if you're too young to be accessing this site! Other than those
disclaimers, I hope you enjoy!

I'd love to hear your reaction to my story. My email address is at the top
of the page.


A Taste of Dylan (Part 1)
The Homecoming

Friday was a big day at our house. My brother Dylan was coming home from
Baghdad on leave. At 20 years old, he was my senior by three years and
joined the Marines right out of high school. I couldn't wait to see him!

I had a little problem, though! I was off to college next year and my
parents were preparing for an empty nest by downsizing - starting with the
house. Our new home only had three bedrooms and Dad had taken one as his
home office. This left Dylan with no place to sleep but with me.

Space wasn't the issue; my room was the future "guest suite" and it took up
half the upstairs, with a huge king size bed in the sleeping area. The
problem was that I'd realized several years earlier that I'm gay. And from
the first time I'd ever shot a load into my own fist my big brother played
a big part in my jerk off fantasies!

Dylan had been a star athlete all through high school and he had the
physique to show for it. When I was younger I used to sneak peeks at him
coming out of the shower every chance I got! I loved watching him lounge
around in his underwear, with his toned legs spread wide and his dark blond
treasure trail reaching into his tight white shorts. It was like being in
the middle of an A&F photo shoot!

A couple of times I'd even been lucky enough to catch him beating off! The
first time was when I was ten, and I had no fucking clue what he was doing!
I just knew that it made my little prick hard to see him lying naked across
his bed with his legs spread wide as he ran his full balls through his
fingers and fucked his hard shaft into his lubed fist.

His moans had scared me as I peeked through the door of the bathroom that
joined our bedrooms. When he screamed out and shot long ropes of white
stuff out the end of his dick I almost tripped over the pants gathered
around my ankles.

But I scurried back to my room and shucked off my clothes to see if I could
figure out what he was doing. I could, and I really liked it! I was
nonetheless a little disappointed when the tingly sensation swept through
me but no white stuff came out. No worries, though, it still seemed well
worth the effort!

"Shit, why hasn't anybody ever told me about this!" I wondered to myself

The second problem, before I move on from the issue of problems with my
brother's visit, was that I was now seventeen years old and sex had become
a crucial part of my everyday life! About a year earlier I'd discovered
that my lifelong friend Logan shared the same interests as me (so to
speak). How we figured that out is a story unto itself, but it's not the
one I'm telling here!

My bedroom opened onto a balcony that had stairs down to the pool
area. Several nights a week Logan would climb those stairs to spend some
quality time in my bed. Now it looked like I'd not only be sharing a bed
with a stud that I didn't stand a chance of fooling around with, but I'd be
cut off from Logan at the same time!

Doesn't life just suck sometimes?

All my worries were forgotten the moment I saw my big brother's face. The
Dallas airport has a great venue for returning soldiers; they enter the
terminal from an upstairs walkway to the cheers of hundreds of well wishers
gathered below.

It looked like half the city was there to welcome the troops home. The line
of identically dressed men and women seemed to go on forever but when Dylan
spotted us in the crowd the biggest smile I ever saw lit up his handsome
face.

I'd been afraid that war would have a hardening effect on my brother. He'd
no doubt seen some pretty bad things over there, and he'd probably spent a
lot of time worrying about his safety and, knowing him, the safety of the
guys he served with. I was relieved to see he still had the smooth innocent
face he left home with.

The big difference was one I'd noticed when he came home before being
deployed. His hair, always dark blond, looked several shades lighter being
cut so short. His eyebrows stood out in dark contrast to the fuzz on top of
his head.

Aside from than that he looked like a high school kid playing soldier!

"Holy shit, Jeremy!" he whispered as he held me tight in a bear hug "You've
done some serious growing since I saw you the last time! Been working out,
too, haven't you?"

My ego swelled almost as much at his comment as my dick did at his touch!
I've never thought being gay meant I had to be a sissy, and I was as active
in sports as he'd been.  Not to sound cocky, but my body showed it just
like his had.

In the car on the way home I couldn't peel my eyes off my big
brother. Lanky muscles stretched the starched cotton of his uniform; he was
the fucking epitome of masculine perfection! If I'd met him on the street
you can bet your last dollar I'd be cruising him like crazy!

The party we had that night was a blast. We have a huge extended family and
they were all there. Dad declared the night to be a no holds barred Irish
celebration and he handed my soldier bro his first drink while ignoring the
fact that me and most of my cousins were sneaking our own drinks from
behind his well stocked bar.

Dylan was still on Iraq time, so when the house emptied around midnight his
body told him he'd partied all night and it was now eight o'clock in the
morning. Even with all the liquor I'd snuck I was in better shape than my
big brother. He leaned into me as I helped him upstairs to the room we'd be
sharing for the duration of his stay.

Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was my big brother's warm muscular body
nestled against mine, but I had serious wood by the time I laid my bro
across the bed. I helped him get out of his clothes and pulled the sheets
over his hard masculine body before leaning down to give him a quick peck
on his flushed cheek.

He was clearly way too drunk, and pulled me into another bear hug, kissing
me on the neck and telling me how much he loved me before passing out on
the sheets.

That capped it! I had to head to the bathroom for a quick wank before I
could join my big brother between the sheets! By the time I got back he was
snoring into the first soft pillow he'd seen in quite some time. I gently
lifted the sheet from his unconscious body and sneaked one more peek before
crawling in next to him He looked like how you might imagine an angel to
appear if the deity was as gay as me!.

I'd left Dylan wearing just his boxers but decided I'd better put on a pair
of never-used pajamas before I crawled in next to him. I'd never get soft
enough to go to sleep if I didn't wrap my beast in something!

I fell asleep quickly and dreamt the dreams of a gay teenager. I was in a
military camp of some sort in front of a long line of studs dressed in
desert khakis. I was on my knees with each soldier feeding me hard
dick. The line never seemed to end, nor did my appetite for the cum I
swallowed as each soldier erupted down my throat.

I was only halfway through the line of Marines when I awoke to the feel of
real cock thrusting softly against my pajama-clad ass. The sensation jarred
me back to reality.

As I re-entered the real world I could hear my big brother's soft moans as
he reflexively pushed himself into the first warm flesh he'd had in his bed
since shipping out. His cock had worked its way out of his boxers and was
leaking ball slime onto the thin cotton fabric covering my butt.

I wanted a better feel of his meat, so I pushed my PJs down my legs and
welcomed his slick shaft between my thighs. In his sleep he shoved his cock
through the warm smooth flesh and thoroughly slimed my crotch with pre cum.

I called his name, softly at first and then louder, to see how deep his
sleep really was. My brother slept like he was in a coma but I could tell
by the increasing urgency of his groans that it wouldn't be long before his
wet dream unleashed a load that was sure to leave us both floating in ball
sauce.

I told myself I didn't want my big brother to be embarrassed when he woke
up the next morning and found that he'd creamed all over his little
brother's butt. But I'll be honest here; what I really wanted was an up
close look at the cock I'd used as a fantasy tool since before puberty!

So I pulled my ass away from my brother's thrusts and reached under the
covers to cop a feel of his meat. It was all I'd ever imagined it would be!
A steel core wrapped in smooth thick flesh, his shaft ran through my
fingers as his big spongy head lubed my fist with slime.

I sank my head below the sheets for just a little sniff of the pole running
through my hand. Just a quick smell - honest! But when I got down there I
realized I was going to have to take a little taste as well! There was no
way to stop my tongue from snaking out and lapping at the juice oozing out
his piss slit.

Dylan's hips went into hyper drive when he felt something hot and wet make
contact with the spongy flesh of his dripping corona. His slick meat
slammed against my lips before I had a chance to open them to take him
in. The hard shaft of his rigid cock slid over my face and crushed into my
nose, smearing ball snot in its trail and trying hard to enter my right
nostril!

"Holy Shit" I thought in a drunken haze "He's trying to fuck me up the
nose!"

My hand found the base of his jerking cock and guided his demanding pole to
my mouth.  There was no way I was going to stop now, and if I really wanted
to save my brother from embarrassment I knew I'd have to find a place to
hide his juicy load. Luckily, Logan had already shown me the perfect place
to store a guy's cum!

The soft meat of his shaft slid through my fist as his head searched out
the warmth of my probing tongue. My brother drew in a deep breath and
moaned as he pushed hard into my face. His feverish pole slid across my
palate and buried itself down my gulping throat.  I swallowed around the
thick flesh and savored another generous helping of his juice.

I slid further under the sheets and tried my best to hang on as my brother
rode my mouth like a bucking bronco! He gasped, and I wasn't quite sure
whether or not he was still asleep. But we were too far into it to stop
now. If he knew, he knew!

He growled as his nuts drew up into his scrotum and unleashed a torrent of
ball juice unlike anything I'd ever tried to swallow. A dozen spurts into
his orgasm he was still pouring seed down my throat. His strong meaty hand
clutched my head and smothered me onto his crotch as he writhed on the
mattress.

I kept his dick in my mouth as it softened and dribbled the last of his cum
onto my tongue. I didn't want to ever let go, and his hand running gently
through my hair gave silent consent as I nursed on his thick meat.

I stayed in place until I felt his hand go slack and the soft rhythm of
snoring begin again.  Raising myself back to my pillow I studied my
brother's sleeping face and ran my palm across his cheek. He groggily
placed his hand over mine and brought it to his lips.

I didn't know if he'd ever remember what had happened this night, but I
knew I'd never forget! I drifted back to sleep with the taste of Dylan on
my tongue.



You can find my other work under Nifty Prolific writers in the Author's section

Big Brother's Cum Dump (gay/incest)
The Prick (gay/incest)
College Cum Dump (gay/college)
Playing Ball (gay/athletics)
The Outlet (gay/encounters)
Interlude with a Vampire (gay/sf-fantasy)