Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:25:12 +0100
From: gghh1989@gmail.com
Subject: Always Welcome Back Home

Apologies if my first stab at writing a story isn't all that good. I have,
for many years used nifty to have a wank to when more traditional methods
(boyfriend) are unavailable to me. I've shot more loads than I care to
remember to the varying stories and thought it about time I shared a few of
my experiences with you all, so that you can enjoy them as much as I know I
did.

My name is Martin. I'm a university student at Manchester university, in
the north of England. I am 22, single and gay. During term time I have the
luxury of living in the university halls of residence where I keep an eye
on the young ones in return for a reduced rent myself. Being from a working
class background I do not have the luxury of 'wintering in the Caribbean'
as some of my more wealthy friends I have made in my 2 years at university
so far. Outside of term time I have no alternative other than to go home to
my family home.

Home isn't all that far away.  I am from Sheffield originally (about an
hour away by car or train). I have lived in the same house in Sheffield
with for all of my life until I moved away to study English in the hope of
becoming a teacher.

I hated moving home for Christmas and summer. During my first year I had
attempted to earn enough money to sustain myself over the holidays - but
had lasted approximately 3 weeks over summer until I had to call my dad to
come collect me. I had decided that until I was in a position to sustain
myself for prolonged periods in would just have to 'suck it up' and go back
home.

It was approximately five pm on the final day of term - I had even stayed
on for the lectures everyone else had seemed to regarded as unnecessary and
had practically had a 'one on one' with my tutor. I made my way back to
halls, knowing full well that my father would be picking me up in under an
hour. Reaching my packed up room earlier than expected, I pottered around
collecting the few remaining possessions that I wanted to take home with
me, and making sure the rest were securely fastened away in the lockable
cupboard above the sink.  I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to my
dad 'WHERE R U?'. Approximately 10 seconds later it rang (still a complete
technophobe when it came to texting then...) I wasn't even greeted with a
'hello' as I answered. "Fucking M62! There in half an hour....not
hands-free....fucking police...." then then line went dead? This was quite
a typical conversation with my father, who at the best of times was irate
at some petty insignificance or another.

Having packed nearly everything away I decided, as would many young men my
age would do, to have a crafty wank. As everything I would usually use as
stimulus (laptop, mags, etc.) was safely secured away I turned to my
phone. Looking through the various apps I had I found what I was looking
for... A yellow icon with a black mask on it - 'Grindr'. I knew that I
didn't have time to use it for it's actual purpose (as I had done a few
times before then), which was to meet up with a guy nearby (to the
metre). I figured I would be able to get someone to show me their cock at
the very least, which would help me reach orgasm along with a bit of
frantic rubbing.

As the interface loaded up I spotted a guy I liked the look of. He was
black, with short hair and a chiselled jawline. His 'name' was 'jedi'. I
doubted is very much but decided to not let it bother me as I wanted a look
at his supposed nine inches he was bragging about. In preparation I sat
myself down on my armchair in the corner of my room and unzipped. The
traditional Grindr greeting of 'hi' was all I needed to send to get his
attention. 'hi' appeared back within seconds. As I knew I only had a short
time before my dad would be knocking on my door I decided to cut to the
chase. 'show us your cock' I typed, expecting him to tell me to 'get
fucked' or just block me. To my surprise the small square square appeared
with a clock icon (indicating that his photo was loading).  I felt my cock
tingle in anticipation of what I was about to see. While nine inches would
have been a generous measurement it was a beautiful looking cock. I pulled
out my semi and skinned back my foreskin. Feeling the usual thickening of
my cock I rubbed my fingers around the tip, playing with the small amount
of pre-cum that had oozed out. A few strokes later I had reached my full
length - a modest six and a half inches. What I lacked in length I made up
for in girth - I was seven inches circumference (apparently where it
mattered according to my last Grindr meet). As I stroked up a small trickle
of pre-cum dripped over the head and on ton my hand as I let out a small
moan. By now I had completely forgotten about 'jedi' and was stroking with
my eyes closed and my head back. It was at that moment I was ripped back
into reality by the sound of knocking on my room door. In a frantic attempt
to stuff my wet cock back in to my jeans I stood up and ran over to the
door - more with the intention of stopping my dad walking in than to answer
it.

'Evening', my dad said as he was finally allowed in to the room. I hoped
that my flushed face as well as the bulging crotch of my jeans wasn't a
complete give-away... 'You ready?', he asked as he bent over to pick up my
bag. 'sure am' I sighed as I bent over to pick up my phone.

It took no more than ten minutes to pack up all of the things I had decided
to take back 'home' with me, and we were soon on the way back. The front
seat of the car was taken up by my small portable TV and I was crushed in
to the back with the remainder of my things. About half way in to the
journey I looked down to see a small wet patch had formed a few inches away
from the zip on my jeans. As my cock had gotten soft, the pre cum that had
been contained had slowly leaked out. I placed my hand over it ( not that
he could have seen from all the way in front, it was more an instinctive
reaction). The weight of my hand and the wetness of my cock meant that I
could feel the head slipping about in my foreskin. It felt rather good. I
couldn't wait to get back home and in to my room to finish my interrupted
wanking session.

As we left the motorway my dad suddenly snapped up 'you know you are always
welcome back home Martin?', I didn't know where exactly this conversation
was going but I became increasingly worried that I wasn't going to like
what he had to say next. 'your brother and Caroline haven't been getting on
for quite some time now...and well....he's moved back in'. The absolute
feeling of utter irritation that passed through me was all consuming. My
older brother Paul was 35, and I hadn't lived with him since I was a
child. He had left school at 16 and and had gone to live with his friends -
and four years ago he had married his girlfriend Caroline. Now this man was
back home, where I would be in another ten minutes! We had never really
seen eye to eye. His very presence irritated me.  He was always so smug and
condescending towards me. I could have just about dealt with it had the
next sentence not come to my dads lips..... "you do realise that you'll
have to share because your grandma has the other spare room over
Christmas?". I wanted to die. Never in my entire life had I had to share
with anyone!, let alone a sibling I couldn't stand.

Once we were home I huffed off in to the house - the bags could wait. As I
pushed the door open I could see Paul sat with my mother, laughing at some
random crap on the TV. After shouting a half-hearted 'hi' in to the sitting
room I raced upstairs to see what had become of my room. I walked in to see
it pretty much as I had kept it several months ago. The only difference was
the small camp bed that had been erected next to the window. 'he's having
that' I thought.

The next few hours passed smoothly. I was determined that I was not going
to be the one to ruin our family Christmas so I figured I would just have
to grin and bare it! At around nine o'clock I decided that I would go
upstairs to my room and unpack my stuff. I also figured that by getting
there early I would be able to claim the real bed.

After what seemed only like a few minutes, the door pushed into the room
and Paul stuck his head round it. "What you up to mate?". "Having a shit -
what does it look like?" - I said in my most teenage brat voice I could
muster as I continued to fold my clothes up and put them in the spare
drawers. Subconsciously I had walked back over to my bed and sat down, as
if I was staking my claim to it. "Erm - that's my bed" he said in an
unusually forceful tone. I braced myself for a tirade of abuse or even a
punch or two - but none came. He just looked rather embarrassed and walked
away. Although it had seemed an unusually easy win I sat there, feeling
extremely pleased with myself. After putting away the remainder of my
things in their place I decided that I would get in to bed and possibly
finish the long overdue wank I had started earlier in the day. As I pulled
the sheets back I could see the reason for Paul's embarrassment. There, in
the centre of the bed, was a very large dried cum stain. It showed up
particularly well on the navy blue sheets. 'good god' I thought to myself
as I looked at it. I was too tired to actually start changing the sheets so
I threw my t shirt over it and got in.

With typical timing Paul walked in to then dark room closing the door
behind him. He didn't even look my way. With acrobatic skill he whipped all
of his clothes off and dived in to the squeaky camp bed. 'night' he
grunted. I was dying ton rub my semi engorged cock but instead settled for
a slow deep grinding against the bed until I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke to a familiar feeling. I must have been so hard the
night before I had fallen asleep before I had chance to blow my load. I
reached down and felt my thick shaft, slowly pulling the skin back and
forwards before moving up to the head - pushing my finger inside then
already wet foreskin. I let out a short 'ugh' and open my eyes to
concentrate on the task that was literally in hand. It was at that moment
sheer horror crossed my face as I looked over to see my brother Paul asleep
in his bed. His eyes were closed but he was facing in my direction. I
quickly pulled up the sheets to spare my embarrassment should he have woken
up. I had forgotten where I was! I lay in silence for a few minutes until I
heard Paul get out of bed and walk towards the door. "I'll let you finish
your wank in peace" he said as he closed the door. I was mortified. As we
all know, it's common knowledge that everyone wanks, but to have been
caught.. I just laid face down in the bed. My cock was still semi hard in
spite of my shaming. I started to hump the bed again. As I looked over to
the floor while breathing heavily as I continued to fuck my bed, I saw the
t shirt that I had used to cover up the cum stain on my bed. I pulled the
sheet open to see that then very place that I was humping was where the
stain was. This must have been the position that Paul had been in when he
had shot. Far from make me freak out, it made my cock swell harder. I could
see that I had added my pre cum to his load. I carried on grinding against
the bed for a few more minutes - my breathing becoming faster and faster. I
realised that I would need a little something extra to get me off so I
sucked my finger and reached behind. With one swift movement I had pushed
it in up to the knuckle. Holding my finger where it was as I continued to
hump meant that I was fucking myself against my finger. At that moment I
lost all desire to hold back. I felt the warmth and wetness of my cum
underneath my cock against the bed as I shot my well deserved load.

I continued to hump against the bed, feeling my cum all slippery against my
cock. I started to come round to the moment and knelt up on the bed looking
at the massive load I had just shot.

I could hear footsteps on the stairs by the time I was pulling up my
boxers. I pulled the sheets over the bed and walked to the bathroom to go
shower. When I got back to the room I walked in to find Paul sitting on the
end on my bed, the covers pulled back. "looks like you had fun" he said -
with a grin on his face that made me want to punch him. I could feel my
face burning red. "there's no need to be embarrassed - we all do it. I did
it in the exact same place just before you arrived home..." "I'd noticed" I
spat back at him. "Didn't stop you rubbing your own out on it though did
it?! What's it like rubbing your cock against your brothers cum...?" I
wanted to die. As I was stood there contemplating suicide Paul pulled his
robe open to reveal his naked body and semi hard cock. I was in shock - I
had never even seen him soft, let alone hardening. Before I had time to
think anything else he lunged forward and laid face down on my bed. His
cock was rubbing against my still wet load.  "what are you doing!!!?" my
mind was saying - but all I could do was stare at my older brother grinding
his cock against my bed. "feels amazing" he sighed through a moan as he
humped particularly deeply. "you gonna sort that" he said as he winked at
me and nodded his hand towards my crotch.... I was totally hard.

Before I had time to answer he reached out and rubbed the front of my
boxers... I nearly came there and then. "I suppose we've gone beyond weird"
I said as he lowered my shorts... His hand wrapped around my shaft as he
continued to hump against the bed I had slept in. I slowly walked forward -
knowing what was coming next. Raising up on to his elbows as he continued
to grind he reached over and licked the tip of my cock. I shivered and a
small drip of pre cum emerged as I flexed my cock muscles. "Mmmmmm' he said
as he dove down the entire length before sucking it back to the tip. "I was
looking down, my cock wet with my brothers spit. How could this be
happening? I had heard of brothers come to an arrangement about wanking,
but never this far... I was snapped out of thought by "get in". My brother
was patting the bed while holding the sheet up. I did as he suggested....

As soon as I was in the bed my brother rearranged us so that he was laying
on top of me - his cock on mine, his arms under my shoulders, and his head
over my shoulder. I could feel his hard cock against mine - it was so
hot. It was also slick from my cum... He started to rub up against me - I
couldn't help but to moan. 'Shhhhhhhh' he growled in my ear "dads
downstairs" - I was now delirious as I felt him start to kiss up the side
of my neck.  Before I realise what was happening we were kissing
passionately ? his tongue pushing further and further into my mouth.  He
slowly raised up and was sat against my cock.  Reaching down he felt my
cock head. I had let out a large amount of pre-cum since we had started
grinding together. Paul reached underneath again and angled the tip of my
wet cock against his hole. With one swift move he sat down on my entire
length.  The overwhelming feeling this brought over me made me shudder and
raise up towards him. I couldn't hold it ? the familiar pulsing of my cock
had begun as I pumped my second load of the evening in to my brothers
arse. Without so much as touching himself ? Paul started to moan.  I felt a
hot sensation on my stomach.  Looking down I saw he was cumming.  Not
shooting as I usually do, but the hot white cum was leaking out of the end
of his engorged cock all over me.

We lay there for a few minutes panting until he finally pulled off me.
?Welcome home Martin? he said as he kissed my lips . . .


Hope you enjoyed!!
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