Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2007 09:54:49 -0400
From: Sean Monteiro <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Comes Home

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are
under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location
(county, state, country, planet, etc), please stop now.

Comments are always welcome at kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com. Please
reference the story title in the subject line so I know which one you're
talking about.  Thanks, and enjoy!

--

Jake awoke to sunlight streaming across his face and chest, hot as hell in
the stuffy bedroom at the end of thetrailer. Lying there staring up at the
ceiling, the back of his forearm over his forehead, he let out a long
sigh. He supposed it could be worse--the trailer could have been a hell of
a lot smaller than it was, with bedrooms the size of shoeboxes. After all,
this was one of the "deluxe" models--two bedrooms, one at each end, with
the rest of the rooms in between. The even nicer part was that each bedroom
had its own connecting bathroom.

For the last eight months, this bedroom had been his, and his alone. It was
clearly the domain of an eighteen year-old boy, too. Clothes were strewn
everywhere, to the point where it was almost impossible to tell what was
clean and what was dirty.  Two pairs of jeans were hung over the
straight-backed chair in front of the little desk which held the computer,
a stack of baseball magazines, a few soda cans and more than a few beer
cans, some of them empty but more of them half-full and several days
old. Socks and boxers were strewn all over the floor, most of them with a
deposit of at least one good jerk-off session in them. T-shirts were thrown
in a heap on the floor of the narrow locker-like closet, and to top it all
off, a blue and white button-down shirt hung from one of the blades of the
ceiling fan. That last one was more for effect than anything else, because
in the summertime the heat was unbearable and even the meager warm breeze
stirred up by the wobbly ceiling fan was better than nothing at all, so the
shirt didn't stay up there all the time.

Jake stretched, arching his back, his morning wood sticking straight up in
the air. With angelic light blonde hair, bangs hanging down in front of his
piercing blue-green eyes, a hard, toned, smooth chest, waist like a girl,
powerful, muscular legs, and a cute little-boy face, Jake knew he had
reason to be confident. And he had no shortage of admirers, either.
Stretching again, he bunched up the sweat-soaked thin sheet covering his
legs and tossed it down to the bottom of the bed. He stood up in the center
of the room, stepping over the muddy pair of sneakers he'd played baseball
in last week, and figured he should probably clean the place up a bit,
seeing as how it would no longer be just his room anymore.

Not that it had always been just his room, of course. The other small bed
on the far wall had belonged to twenty-one year-old brother,
Kyle. Following a breaking-and-entering incident that had ended in stealing
a car and doing some property damage, combined with the fact that it had
hardly been his first offense, Kyle had been dragged off to spend eight
months in the county jail.  Today he was coming home, and of course his
parents were planning a party.

Jake smirked again as he idly stroked his rigid cock. Sure, more
pretentious people might scoff at the "trailer trash" idea of a party,
which involved a cookout and lots of beer. He wasn't embarrassed that he
lived in a trailer, and didn't give a shit what other people thought. He
was proud of his body, and proud of what was between his legs. He didn't
need the Martha Stewart-type house with a shiny new Toyota Camry in the
driveway. Well, maybe he wouldn't mind the Camry, as the new '07 SE edition
was pretty sweet, especially a shiny black one. But the house? No. Guys who
spent too much time building up an empire, some huge house with insanely
expensive furniture, those type of guys were never satisfied with their
bodies, or their cocks. He knew how the little rich boys he'd went to high
school with looked at him, with something akin to pity, as if he was living
a sub-standard life.

What they didn't know is that the joke was on them. Whether they lived in a
trailer or a freaking palace, they'd used the same locker room, and Jake
had seen the way those big tough preppy rich jocks had clutched their
towels just a little too tightly in front of their crotches as they'd
changed after baseball games. Oh, how it must suck to not be able to look
down at your cock and be completely happy with what you had.

Speaking of which, he squeezed the head of his dick harder, harder, loving
the feel of the pressure, loving the way his cock got all the bigger as it
swelled. He considered lying back down on the bed and taking his time with
the ritual morning cum session. Eyeing the pair of boxers closest to his
bed, he remembered he'd only cum in that pair once--last night. The rest of
them lying about had several loads worth of his spunk in them.

Jake totally didn't mind wearing a pair of boxers he'd already cum in. The
fact was, it kinda turned him on. Though he'd never admit it to anyone
else, he was fascinated by his own cum. The smell of it, the texture, even
the taste of it. His cock gave another twitch as he stood there, one hand
still idly squeezing it, the other gently rubbing the soft hair of his
armpit. He liked to take his time, working up to an orgasm several times
only to stop, let the tension ease a bit, and start again. It was the way
to produce the best loads, and though it was another thing he'd never admit
to anyone but himself, he liked shooting his wad into a pair of used boxers
more than into some girl. He didn't know why, exactly, but he had a few
ideas.

He glanced at the digital alarm clock, and groaned. 11:37 AM. He told his
parents he'd go with them to get Kyle at noon. That definitely didn't leave
time for the type of jerk-off session he usually indulged in. Picking up a
towel (which had two cum stains on it, of course) he headed for his private
bathroom, deciding to combine his two favorite morning activities--jerking
off and taking a shower--to save time.

He closed the narrow door behind himself, turned on the water, and got into
the small shower stall. Leaning his head forward, letting the water spray
the back of his neck, he let loose a stream of piss against the wall of the
shower, using one hand to prop himself up against the fiberglass wall, the
other hand still playing with his cock as he pissed. Hell, his cock
wouldn't go soft until he'd pumped out his morning load of cum, and pissing
against the shower wall was infinitely easier than trying to aim this big
cannon downward into the toilet.

Done pissing, he grabbed some shaving gel and used it to lather up his
cock. He wasn't picky about what he used for lube-- soap worked, if it was
the right kind (obviously only a dumbass would use some kind of soap that
dried out your skin), shaving gel worked pretty well, even conditioner if
nothing else was readily available. And, of course, there was the jar of
greasy old vaseline sitting on the edge of the sink, which he sometimes
loved to jerk off with, liking how messy and sticky it got him. But today
it was in a hurry, and shaving gel rinsed off pretty damn quick.

He closed his eyes, sighing at the feeling of the water coarsing over his
body.  Gradually he turned up the temperature of the water, and began
stroking his cock in earnest.

Jake jerked off a bare minimum of twice a day--once in the morning, once at
night. And whenever he could in between, of course. The morning session was
more mindless than anything else, he was still half-asleep and didn't
really focus on any thoughts, he just let his hand and his cock do their
thing until he pumped out his load, then he went on with whatever he was
planning on doing that day. Night was when he had his longest session of
the day, lying there in bed, starting and stopping, feeling the cum rushing
up his cock and forcing it back down, even liking the way it burned when he
did that, sometimes for the better part of an hour before finally letting
nature take its course and allowing his cock to spew all that sperm he'd
been storing up.

Yeah, but all that was about to come to an unpleasant end, Jake reminded
himself, for his brother would be back in the bedroom tonight. And it would
be back to jerking off in the bathroom, or out back somewhere in the field
or the woods, which was cool too, but just not as convenient sometimes. And
he'd have to stop making cumrags of every article of clothing he worse, or
at least, wouldn't be able to leave them all over the room anymore as
trophies of his former conquests with himself. He figured Kyle probably
wouldn't appreciate that.

Unbidden, a thought came to mind, those jokes about what went on in
jail. At the very least, whoever Kyle had been sharing a cell with, they
probably had jerked off in each other's presence, even if not ever
acknowledging it. But what if it hadn't just stopped there?

Jake's cock got even bigger. Yeah, yeah, okay. If he was being honest with
himself, he'd been doing a lot less screwing girls lately and a lot more
jerking off with a pair of his own boxers pressed to his face, sucking on
the spots where he'd shot his load the night before. And, okay, maybe he
did know why, even if he wasn't quite ready to say it aloud.

Everyone knew what they said about guys in prison. And seriously, after
all, there were no girls around, and even the biggest masturbation addicts
had to admit that sometimes you wanted to cum in something a bit more
substantial than your own hand.

Jake thought of Kyle. While they had the same features, the same light
blond hair and compelling blue eyes, Kyle was bigger.  A few inches taller,
a good fifty pounds heavier--not fat, he was solid if not particularly
toned--big strong hands, big feet, and yes, big cock. To put it in Lord of
the Rings terms, Jake had an almost elfin quality to him, whereas in
contrast Kyle was much more of an orc. Not pretty, but definitely handsome,
rugged in a very big, masculine, rough sort of way.  Jake felt his balls
tighten up and he shot his load of cum against the wall, hitting the spot
his piss had hit five minutes earlier. Gobs of white cum slid slowly down
the shower fall before dripping down on his feet and being washed down the
drain in a spray of water. His heart sped up, realizing he was cumming as
he thought of his brother. All right, to be brutually honest: he was
cumming as he though of his brother fucking some of the other guys in
jail. Except all the guys happened to have a slight yet muscular frame,
silky blond hair with bangs hanging down in blue eyes, in other
words...himself, Jake.  Unwillingly, he pulled himself away from his
fantasy. He was sure his mother would be banging on the bedroom door any
minute now, so he rinsed off the shaving gel and the last of his cum along
with it, washed the rest of his body off, turned off the water, dried his
toned body against the cum-stained towel, and headed back into the bedroom,
still dripping, to scout out some half-clean clothes.

He settled on one of the pairs of jeans hanging over the desk chair--the
frayed cuffs were a little muddy but they still smelled clean, like laundry
detergent--and an American Eagle T-shirt from the pile in the closet, which
also smelled pretty clean, just a little like deodorant in part of the
sleeve that touched his armpits. Running a hand through his mop of blond
hair, he opened his bedroom door and sauntered down the small hallway and
into the kitchen.  His parents looked up at him, his dad putting the
breakfast dishes in the sink and his mom folding up the newspaper she'd
been reading. "Ready?" she asked with a smirk that let him know she knew
what he'd been doing, not that she cared very much.

The whole bedrooms-at-opposite-ends-of-the-trailer thing suited them all
just fine, where they had enough privacy to do whatever they wanted.

"Yep," Jake said.

"Want anything to eat?" his dad asked as he rinsed the drinking glasses and
set them upside-down in the dish strainer.  Jake shook his head and grabbed
a handful of cereal out of an open box as he passed through the kitchen,
earning him a swat on the head from his father. Laughing, he headed outside
and got into the backseat of his mom's rusty old Honda Accord. His parents
followed, and his mom drove them into town.

"I'd say you should have cleaned up that pigsty of a room before Kyle came
home," his mom said, "but neither of you ever kept it clean, so I guess
it's a moot point."

"Pretty much," Jake agreed cheerfully, arms crossed over his thin
chest. "If Kyle wants me to pick the place up, I'm sure he'll tell me."

Jake's parents went into the lobby while Jake stayed in the car. The jail
was decent-sized for such a rural county, but the place wasn't huge. Within
ten minutes, the glass-plated lobby doors opened, and his parents walked
back out, and between them was a guy Jake barely recognized.

Looking at his brother, Jake felt the stirring of a tingly feeling in the
pit of his stomach. Kyle had definitely been working out while in jail,
that was immediately obvious. Before, he was just big. Now, he was big and
seriously buff. Jake looked appreciatively at the bulge of his biceps, the
firm clean line of his jaw, the way he even held himself with something
like grace. It was a huge change.

Kyle opened the back door across from Jake and slid into the seat next to
him.  "Hey asshole," Jake said with a grin. "So they finally let you out,
eh?"

"Yeah," Kyle said, returning Jake's grin with one of his own. "Your lucky
day, bro." Then he surprised Jake completely by reaching over and hugging
him. It was a rough hug, a bear hug more than anything else, and as Jake
felt his brother's bicep flexing against the side of his cheek, his cock
stirred in his jeans. Squirming uncomfortably, he tried to escape his
brother's clutches. Was it his imagination or did his brother hold him just
a few moments too long? Whatever it was, Kyle's big hand pressed hard
against the small of Jake's back, preventing him from moving. It was an
interesting sensation.  Then, without warning, Kyle leaned back and
playfully hit the side of Jake's head with the heel of one of those big
hands.  Jake's ears were ringing, but his cock was getting even harder. He
squirmed again, trying not to be too obvious about adjusting
himself. Normally he wouldn't care, but this was his brother he was talking
about. Kyle leaned back in the seat, stretching, the side of his leg
brushing against the side of Jake's leg.

Uh huh. Definite hard-on going on here now. Jake's hand snaked its way down
to his crotch to adjust himself. When he looked at Kyle out of the corner
of his eye and saw Kyle staring unabashedly at his little brother's crotch,
Jake's penis began straining uncontrollably against the fabric of his
jeans.  Unaware of the little scene going on in the backseat (or, more
likely, completely aware and just deciding not to comment), their parents
made small talk all the way back home, Kyle replying with witty little
comebacks, all of them acting as if he'd just graduated from college or
being discharged from the military instead of released from jail. It was
all good, as Jake really didn't care if his brother had stolen a car or
fucked up some rich preppy boy's front yard.

When they got home, their parents immediately started getting things
together for the party, which meant unfolding card tables, putting the beer
in ice chests, and getting the barbecue going. Within a half hour, the
place was going to be inundated with guests.

Jake headed down the hall to his--their, he reminded himself--bedroom, and
Kyle followed him. Taking in the mess, the clothes thrown everywhere, Kyle
smirked. "Well," he said, dropping his duffel bag on his long-unused bed,
"you didn't learn any housekeeping skills while I was gone, that's for damn
sure."

Standing there alone, facing his brother, Jake felt that usual spring of
confidence ebb away. Kyle was standing two feet away from him, but it was
like Jake could feel the electricity in the air between them, or some crazy
shit like that. He wasn't really comfortable with this, but he shrugged and
said, "Man, you're pretty built. Lookin' good."

"Thanks," Kyle said with a smile, as he took off his shirt, then dropped
his pants and boxers, all right there in front of Jake, with the bedroom
door open even. Kicking off his clothes, he stood there completely
naked. "Hope you don't mind this.  Jail makes you get pretty used to being
naked around other guys. The whole modesty thing goes out the window pretty
quick, let me tell ya, 'cause there's no privacy at all."

"Uh, yeah," Jake stammered, suddenly willing himself to look anywhere but
at his brother's dick. That tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach was
back, and ten times stronger. His glance strayed to the pairs of wadded-up
boxers all over the floor, and his mind finally betraying the tight grip
he'd held on it. Every night, after wadding up a pair of those boxers
around a rich creamy load and throwing them to land wherever they would on
the floor, Jake tried to make himself forget the things he'd been
envisioning as he'd jerked off. Because he always thought of guys.  Guys
jerking off. Guys fucking. Guys fucking HIM.

Sometimes he jerked off thinking of the boys on the baseball team fucking
him, sometimes just any guy at school, sometimes...

Sometimes his brother.

With a shaking hand, Jake pushed his bangs out of his eyes, turned, and
began picking up some of the clothes on the floor.  Shit. Shit, shit,
shit. Living with this strain was going to be unbearable, he could tell
already. His balls would probably burst just from the pure pent-up tension
of it. Damn it.

"Aw, just leave that stuff there," Kyle said. Jake turned around
cautiously, but Kyle had turned around too, and was pulling clothes out of
his dresser, clothes he hadn't worn in eight months. "To be honest, I'm
pretty sick of having to keep my room clean."

"Yeah?" was all Jake could think to say. Kyle already had a pair of briefs
on, then jeans, then a sleeveless muscle shirt.  It was then that they
heard the first car pull into to driveway. Actually it was a truck, with
their aunt and uncle and four obnoxious cousins. Kyle left the room to go
and greet them at the door. Jake realized he'd been holding his breath and
let it out slowly, willing his heart to slow down. Willing himself to lock
those memories back up, willing himself to deny once again what he jerked
off over at night.  Jake had always gotten along with his brother pretty
well, but there was no telling what Kyle might do if he learned his little
brother jerked off thinking of the two of them screwing their brains out
together. Kyle wasn't the type of guy you wanted to cross. Jake reminded
himself to keep that in mind.

Luckily, he didn't have to think about it for very long, for the trailer
and the rocky yard outside were soon full of people.  He closed
his--their--bedroom door behind him, and went outside to see what his
cousins were up to. The afternoon passed by in a blur. Kyle was the center
of everyone's attention, of course, and Jake occupied himself by talking to
his cousin Curtis, listening to Curtis go on and on about all the girls
he'd like to fuck, nodding like he gave a shit what the kid was saying even
when he didn't. They drank beer, then when it got dark, they built a
bonfire and everyone sat around drinking more beer. Jake was getting a
pretty good buzz himself by then, and when the people who were going to
spend the night starting pitching tents or heading off in pairs toward the
field of high grass beyond the backyard, he stumbled up the stairs and into
the trailer.  A glance at the far end revealed that his parents' bedroom
door was already closed. Smirking, he knew what that meant. He headed in
the opposite direction, opened the door to the bedroom, closed it behind
him, and leaning back against the flimsy door for a second. The overhead
light above the garage outside cast a striped pattern of light and darkness
against the far wall, illuminating Kyle's duffel bag, which still lay on
his bed, a mute reminder that Jake wouldn't be free to have my normal long
jerk-off session tonight.

He sighed and pushed away from the door, reaching for his belt. Kyle had
still been outside when Jake had come back in the trailer. Maybe there'd be
time for a quick...

The footsteps in the hall put an end to that thought. Miffed, Jake flopped
down on his bed and turned toward the wall. He was still feeling the buzz
from too much alcohol, and was feeling pouty, like a little boy whose
favorite toy had just been taken away. He'd wait until Kyle was asleep and
then sneak outside somewhere to jerk off, but tonight that wouldn't be very
easy either, with everyone camping out in the yard. From the sounds of it,
there were still a lot of people out there, talking and sitting around the
bonfire, still drinking.  They'd probably stay up for hours. Wonderful.

The bedroom door opened, then closed softly. Jake lay there, staring at the
wall, waiting to hear his brother either go into the bathroom or get in
bed, do something. Finally, after several moments of hearing no movement at
all, curiosity got the better of him and he turned around.

Kyle was standing right there, next to the edge of Jake's bed. Jake's flesh
instantly broke out in goosebumps as he looked up at his brother,
silhouetted in the darkness. He couldn't see the expression on Kyle's face,
and wondered what he was thinking. Jake's heart began to pound, but the
strangest part was, he wasn't exactly sure why. He was turned on, yeah. But
he was also scared. Maybe it was the way Kyle was standing there over him,
not moving, not saying a word.

"Kyle?" he ventured, his voice squeaking as it hadn't done since he'd hit
puberty.

Kyle made a sound in his throat, a deep sort of grunt something like a
laugh.  Then he turned around and thumbed the lock on the bedroom
door. Jake sat up, his back against the bedroom wall, looking at his
brother. "You still jerk off as much as you used to?" Kyle asked him
suddenly.

Taken off guard, Jake blinked. "What?"

"Used to wait until you thought I was asleep before getting down to
business," Kyle said, and Jake's heart leapt into his throat as his big
brother's hand gently started squeezing at his own crotch.  "Fuckin' little
horndog you were, Jake. And I assume you still are."

Jake's brain was having trouble processing this information. Before Kyle
went to jail, it was true, he'd always waited until he heard Kyle's heavy
breathing before starting to jerk off, and even then he was quiet about
it. Or so he thought. But all this time...his brother had known what he was
doing?

THAT sent not unpleasant shivers through him, and against his will he felt
himself starting to get hard again. But something about Kyle's threatening
posture still scared the hell out of Jake. That and the way he could smell
the beer on his brother's breath from three feet away. Kyle was definitely
loaded for bear.

And then Kyle was on Jake's bed with him. The bedsprings creaked and pinged
under the added strain as Kyle leaned over his little brother until their
faces were inches apart. Kyle's beer breath alone made Jake dizzy, but his
heart was hammering again, RPMs going up into the redline, and his cock was
swollen again, getting bigger with each pump of blood through his veins.

One of Kyle's hands was on Jake's thigh, the other on his upper arm. He
reached in and kissed Jake full on the mouth.  Jake wasn't expecting that,
and he jerked back in surprise. Kyle's grip on his arm tightened to the
point where it started to hurt, his other hand forcing Jake's thigh down
against the mattress. Heart starting to stutter it was beating so fast,
Jake strugged against his brother. The hand on his arm released his grip
and Jake felt a glancing blow on the side of his head where his brother had
hit him with the heel of his hand again. Jake saw stars, but an involuntary
moan of pleasure escaped his lips and amazingly he felt the cum start to
rush up his cock...

With a huge effort, he forced it back down. Man, it burned when it went the
other way, but he forced it down, denying himself the orgasm. Kyle was on
top of him know, his bulk pressing Jake down into the mattress. One big
hand pinned both of Jake's wrists to the bed above his head; the other hand
roughly grabbed Jake's crotch through his jeans and squeezed until it
hurt. Jake thought he couldn't possibly get any bigger but he was wrong,
his cock swelled even fuller, and a deep guttural growl started somewhere
down in the pit of his chest.

"Yeah," Kyle whispered. "I knew you wanted it. You were such a fucking
tease, Jake. Every night you'd jerk that cock of yours for all it was
worth, shoot your spunk into a pair of your boxers or socks or
T-shirt--once you even shot into one of your baseball sneakers, man that
was fucking hot--then like clockwork you'd fall instantly asleep." He
leaned down and kissed along Kyle's jawline, first sucking, then gently
biting. Kyle squirmed, arched his back, but was panting with each
breath. He could see in Kyle's eyes that they'd come to an understanding
now, and that the fighting was just for show. And hell, it was half the
fun.

"Did you ever know," Kyle said in a husky voice as he pulled up Jake's
shirt to feel his rock-hard abs, his big, callused fingers probing at
Jake's armpits, then making their way to the small of his back, down the
back of his pants, "that you got me so fucking horned up by doing that? Did
you, Jake?" Kyle's fingers kneaded Jake's butt cheeks for a minute, then he
felt Kyle's thick index finger probing at his butthole. He'd never had
anything up there, not even his own finger, but he arched his back and
lifted his butt off the mattress, giving his brother access to his hole.

Seeing this, Kyle broke into a grin. He pulled his hand out of Jake's
pants, made a hocking sound deep in his throat, and spit a glob of saliva
into his fingers. Then they went back down Jake's pants.  Jake's head fell
backwards and he thought he was going to faint as his brother worked his
big index finger up inside his ass. Man, it hurt. Kyle looked deep into
Jake's eyes as his finger stabbed farther up his little brother's ass. Jake
just laid there, quivering, looking up at his brother's eyes, which were
illuminated in the rays of dim light coming in through the window.

Then Kyle suddenly did something Jake would never have guessed. He turned
his finger around and pressed against something which made Jake exhale in
this high-pitched whine, fuck it felt so good, his balls tightened up again
and his vision blacked out and suddenly Kyle whacked him on the side of the
head again. "YOu better not cum yet, Jake. You cum right now and I'll beat
the fucking shit out of you."

The thing was...Kyle believed him. Luckily, he didn't want to cum yet,
anyway.  His cum burned twice as bad as he forced it down his cock, but
Kyle held completely still, not moving a muscle, as if knowing that his
slightest movement would cause his little brother to shoot his sperm all
over the inside of his already-cummed-in boxers.

Kyle kept his finger up Jake's butt, but now he let his full weight settle
back down on his brother and he gently ran the fingers of his other hand
through Jake's hair. "You want to know a secret, Jake?" he asked softly, so
softly Jake could barely hear him, even though his big brother was right on
top of him and his mouth only inches away from Jake's ear. "You want to?
Huh, buddy?"

Kyle was grinding his hips into Jake, and Jake could feel the bulge in his
brother's pants hitting him on that spot right between his balls and his
asshole. Jake's finger started probing deeper up his ass again, causing him
to whimper. "What's the secret, Kyle?" he said, but in his mind, he was
saying, FUCK ME, KYLE.

His big brother laughed. "Every night you'd shoot your cum into some piece
of clothing. Usually while smelling and sucking and rubbing all over your
tight little body some other piece of clothing from the night before, which
had cum all over it." A second finger joined the first up Jake's
butt. Jake's every exhalation was something between a laugh and a giggle by
then.  The buzz from too much beer, combined with raging hormones and the
fact that his big muscular brother was on top of him, pinning him down...

(exactly the kind of thing he jerked off thinking about, fuck me Kyle just
fuck me fuck me c'mon big brother please oh please fuck me)

...made him so giddy he couldn't stop laughing.

"The thing is," Kyle continued, "you always thought you were sucking on
your own dried cum from the night before. You weren't."

Jake was past the point where his brain could even begin to start reasoning
through those statements, so Kyle spelled it out for him. "Every night,
after you jerked off and fell fast asleep--and I mean EVERY night,
Jake--I'd suck every drop of your cum off those boxers or out of that sock,
suck it all down, and then I'd beat off, shooting MY cum where yours had
been. What do you think of that, bro?  Every time you though you were
sucking on your own cum-stains, you weren't. You were sucking on
mine. 'Till I went off to jail, of course. But up until then...you were
sucking your brother's cum."

"Kyle," Jake panted. Kyle's two fingers up inside him were driving him
crazy.  "Kyle." He said his big brother's name over and over again, like a
mantra. "Kyle."

Kyle kissed him again, his mouth grinding against Jake's. Kyle hunched his
crotch up into his little brother, grinding his cock underneath Jake's
balls. "In case you're wondering," Kyle said when they broke the kiss, "the
rumors about what goes on in jail are all true. But for me...it was all
simply practice."

"Huh?" Jake said incoherently, his eyes no longer able to stay in
focus. His brother's face seemed to swim above him, all except for those
piercing blue eyes which skewered him just as deeply as the two fingers
rooted up his ass.

"That night I got arrested, Jake, I was so fucking drunk off my ass. And
hornier than fuck. When I stole that car, you know what I was on my way to
do? I was coming here to get you. I was gonna drag you out of bed, bro, and
you and me would drive off in that car, up in the woods, and I'd shove my
fucking cock all the way up your butt and shoot every fucking drop of my
spunk up your ass. I was gonna breed you. You ever have a cock up your ass,
Jake? Huh? You ever have a man's cock up your ass?"

"Not yet," Jake said. "Not yet." He licked his lips, which were dry. Kyle
covered his mouth with his own. Jake inhaled his brother's beer breath,
crushing their mouths together again. "Kyle," he said around his brother's
kisses, "Kyle, bro, Kyle, come on. Please. Please. Fuck me, Kyle."

Kyle made a sound like an animal deep in his throat, a predatory sound
which made the hair on Jake's neck stand straight up.  "I want your cock,
Kyle," Jake said, getting hysterical now. "So I may have been sucking on
your cum-stains all those years.  Maybe part of me even knew it, but Kyle,
I don't want to be sucking on boxers when you're here, and I'm here, and
please please please bro will you put it inside me, please Kyle, please..."

Kyle smiled and laughed. "Fuck yeah. FUCK yeah. You're gonna get bred
tonight, little bro. Like you should have been before they hauled my ass
off to jail. But what the fuck, it was worth it. I studied up good. Figured
out exactly how to do everything I'd always dreamed of doing to you."

Jake started to sit up and Kyle smacked him upside the head again, hard. He
found himself sitting up again, just so Kyle would do it again. His head
was spinning too much for him to get up a third time, and he lay back in a
daze as Kyle tore off Jake's belt, ripped the button off his jeans, ripped
the zipper apart, totally ruining it. Then he was unbuttoning his own
jeans, and the next thing Jake knew his big brother's cock was right in
front of his face, standing straight fucking up in the air. It was huge,
the head big enough, the shaft even bigger, growing in girth as it went,
with a huge vein snaking the length of it. Kyle grabbed his brother's head
and forced it down into his crotch. In one swift motion, Kyle jammed his
monster cock in his little brother's mouth and halfway down his
throat. Jake gagged and felt all the beer in his stomach threaten to come
back up. Jake forced it back down. He was getting good at forcing things
back down by now.  Kyle's cock was already dripping with precum. With the
head jammed in the back of his throat, of course, Jake couldn't taste it,
but as his brother pulled his cock out, his tongue lapped at Kyle's piss
slit, and he tasted the precum, salty and musky.  Kyle drew his cock away
as he took his shirt off. Jake leaned up, trying to get his brother's cock
back in his mouth. Kyle shoved him away. "Not tonight, asshole. I've been
saving up for tonight and I'm not gonna waste this load on someone's mouth,
even one as hot as yours. Haven't fucked--and haven't jerked off--for two
fucking whole weeks, if you can believe that. My balls are so fucking full
of sperm it's not gonna take much to blow my load, got it? And I don't want
one single one of my sperm wasted. They're all going as far up your ass as
they can, bro."

Jake fell back on the bed again, laughing. "This has to be a dream. It has
to be."

Kyle kissed him again, gentler this time. Slowly he withdrew those two
fingers from his little brother's ass until he was gently massaging his ass
cheeks again. "It isn't a dream, bro, trust me. Or maybe it is, a dream
come true, because I've dreamed about this for a couple of years now. Jake,
honey...I've wanted you so bad..."

Suddenly Kyle's whole demeanor changed. "Jake," he said, and Jake
recognized that voice, that pleading, yearning feeling, because he was
feeling it too. "Jake. Little bro. I wanna fuck you so bad. So bad,
Jake. My cock is aching, I gotta cum, I gotta cum, that's all there is to
it. Can I put it in your ass, Jake? Can I?"  Kyle kissed the side of Jake's
face, gently, working his way from his little brother's chin all the way up
his jawline to his ear. "Can I? Can I put it inside you? Jake?  I wanna be
inside you. I need to cum, Jake. I need to cum, little bro."

Jake felt his brother's muscular chest against his own, his brother's pecs
coated with hair, rubbing against his own flat smooth chest. Funny, he
hadn't remembered taking his shirt off, but it was definitely off now. He
reached down and grabbed his brother's cock. Jake was sprawled flat on his
back, and Kyle was sitting back on his heels on the bed behind him. Kyle
hocked up a wad of spit, used it to lube his cock, hocked up another wad
and used his thumb to spread it around Jake's asshole.

For a moment, they stayed like that, just looking at each other. Jake felt
completely detached from his body yet at the same time was aware of every
millimeter of it. He had fucked girls quite a few times, quite a few
different ones, had even cum inside a few of them, but never before had he
been bred. But it was all he wanted. He looked at his brother's cock,
grabbed it again, and guided it to his asshole, which was throbbing now. He
felt empty now that his brother's big fingers weren't up inside him
anymore, and he wanted something even bigger up there.

Kyle leaned over him, and Jake noticed he was swaying slightly from side to
side. The alcohol, and the hormones, must really have gotten to him now, as
he looked like he could barely stay upright any longer (except for a
certain part of him). "Jake," he said softly, "Jake, little bro, Jake, my
baby."

Jake had never been spoken to like this, least of all by his brother, but
he was turned on and secretly touched by it.  The head of Kyle's cock
probed once, twice, at Jake's asshole. Then it poked its way inside. Inch
by inch, Jake's big brother shoved that big fat swollen cock up inside of
him. Jake winced, it hurt, fuck yeah it hurt. He gasped in pain, and
shifted his position. He was only trying to allow his brother better
access, but Kyle didn't know that, and suddenly Jake felt two strong rough
hands clamping him down, holding him tight against the mattress.  Kyle
wanted to breed, and he wanted his bitch to stay put and take his cum
without any arguments. "Don't move, bro," Kyle panted, "can't move, not
now, oh baby I'm inside you, do you feel it, do you feel my cock inside
you, not gonna last long bro, not long. Man, you're so fuckin' tight,
Jake."

Kyle kept sliding in, and Jake felt his asshole stretching farther and
farther apart as he remembered the way his brother's cock got wider and
wider at the base, like a butt plug. Jake giggled at the thought. He had a
personal butt plug now, who just so happened to be his big brother. Think
about it: someone who wanted to fuck you, who slept in your bedroom every
night. Man. Not a bad arrangement, after all.

When Kyle was all the way in, he stayed like that for a moment, looking
down at Jake. Then, before Jake knew what was happening, his brother bodily
picked him up off the bed and turned him around, all while keeping his big
cock firmly planted up Jake's ass. Jake felt himself slam down on the
mattress on his stomach, and with a grunt his brother was down on top of
him.

"Gonna fuck you now, bro," Kyle said dreamily, almost like he was
half-asleep.  Maybe he was. He took a deep breath, and started breeding his
brother in earnest.  Jake's mind soon stopped functioning, too, as his
brother's cock plowed him.  There was only the sound of the bedsprings
squeaking in the dusty, dark, musty room as his brother fucked his ass,
that and the occasional intake of breath from one of them. Jake smelled
sweat, his and his brother's mixing together, he smelled beer, and he
smelled his clothes strewn all over the room, which were permeated with a
mixture of dried sweat, dried cum, deodorant, cologne, more dried cum, and
the faintest whiff of dried piss, which all combined together to make a
fucking aphrodisiac, in his mind.

One of Kyle's arms came around underneath Jake's chin, holding him in place
so his brother could have his way with him. And there was the feel of
everything, of course: the feel of the coarse, rough, ripped mattress
against Jake's chest and his swollen, raging, rock-hard cock, for the thin
sheet had been torn off in their frenzy and each time his brother's cock
hit home up his ass, Jake's cock rubbed roughly across the matress; there
was the feel of his brother's weight on top of him; the feel of Kyle's hot,
beer-scented breath against Jake's cheek; the feel of Kyle's muscular hairy
legs on top of Jake's muscular almost-as-hairy legs; the feel of Kyle's big
ball sac slapping against the back of Jake's own balls; and most of all,
the feeling of his big brother's massive cock up his ass, deep inside of
him, filling him up. Kyle's cock felt so big that it strained the walls of
his ass, as if his insides were made at just the right circumference to
accomodate his brother's penis and not a centimeter more. It was a perfect
fit, and the way Kyle's cock rubbed against Jake's insides with every
thrust made him wonder just why the fuck he'd ever settled for screwing a
girl, when nothing could ever compare to how fucking hot and intense and
RIGHT this felt.

It wasn't long before Kyle's thrusts started getting more and more like
small jabs. At first he'd drawn his cock almost all the way out of his
little brother with each thrust before ramming it home again. Now he'd
changed tactics, and it was like he was trying to drive his cock as deep
inside his little brother as he could, ramming it home like he was trying
to find some target. He felt his brother leaning over the side of the bed,
and only dimly wondered what he was doing until he was having a pair of his
own cum-stained boxers stuffed in his face. Kyle held them there over
Jake's face like a gag, wadded up the fabric and shoved it roughly in
Jake's mouth, all while pushing up inside him even farther. Jake felt the
head of Kyle's cock meet with some resistance and then with a final shove
it turned a corner up his ass until he felt sure his big brother's cock was
now actually buried up in his intestines.

The thought of that drove Jake over the edge, and without even touching
himself, his cock burned raw by the rough scratchy fabric of the old
mattress, he began to cum. And cum. And cum. It was like the floodgates had
been locked open and every single drop of semen in his body was being
ejected onto the mattress. Kyle gave a long low groan then, almost a growl,
and Jake felt his brother's cock expand in his intestines, stretching him,
as he started to ejaculate.

They reached the highest climax simultaneously, Jake's balls emptying his
cum onto the matress and smearing it all over his abs, Kyle's balls pumping
his thick spunk up his little brother's ass. He'd been saving up for two
weeks, so obviously there was a lot. Jake felt every hot spurt, felt his
insides bulge as his brother's semen filled his intestines. It seemed like
there was no end to it, either. Every time Jake felt Kyle must've emptied
his balls, there was another spurt, and another, and then another, until
Jake's ass couldn't hold another drop and he felt it straining to leak
out. He felt sure his taut, tight little stomach would be stretching out a
little more than usual right now, between all the beer in one end and the
cum in the other.

Finally Kyle stopped thrusting, and lay there on top of his little brother,
completely spent. For a moment, Jake wondered if Kyle had fallen asleep,
but then he rolled onto his side next to Jake, pulling out of him. Jake
clamped down tight, determined to not let a single drop of his brother's
cum leak out of his ass.  After awhile of clenching his ass muscles
tightly, he felt some movement inside of him, and his stomach let out this
huge rumble as his body took his brother's cum farther up his intestines,
deeper inside of him, to where he didn't need to try so hard to keep it
in. The thought of his brother's cum being worked farther up in his guts by
his bodily processes would've made him rock hard again if he hadn't just
cum every drop of semen he had.

And then, suddenly, the weight of what had just happened came crashing down
on him, as usually tends to happen. He felt sure Kyle was asleep now, and
suddenly he realized that his brother had been really really drunk, that
he'd just gotten out of jail and was hornier than hell, and his little
brother had been the first person in sight. That was all, nothing more. In
the morning, oh god, it would be so awkward...

"Jake," Kyle whispered.

Jake was surprised to discover that he was about to start crying. He really
was turning into a fucking pansy, wasn't he!

"Jake," Kyle said again, and his grip tightened around his little brother.

Jake buried his head in Kyle's chest, wondering if his brother would hit
him again, but when Kyle touched him, it was achingly gentle. "Jake," he
said for the third time.

"What?" Jake finally said, his face still pressed against his brother's
chest.

"We just had sex," Kyle said softly.

Jake laughed. "Uh, I know. You just pumped a gallon of your cum up my
ass. I probably have a higher count of sperm cells in my body right now
than I do blood cells."

Kyle laughed with him. "Yep bro, you probably do, considering I'd saved
that load for you for the last two weeks."  They lay there in silence for a
minute. Jake took a deep breath and said, "So this wasn't just a drunken
stupor kind of thing?"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "What the fuck you take me for, bro? You think I
can't hold my liquor? I was never THAT far gone, and you know it. I wanted
to fuck you, you wanted me to fuck you. We fucked. And hopefully...it's not
gonna be the only time."  Jake grinned as he looked at his brother. "Well,
I never knew cock could be so addicting. Or is it the cum that's addicting?
It doesn't matter, I guess. It's like my ass was made for your cock."

"Sure was," Kyle agreed. "You're fuckin' tight, bro. Fit my big cock like a
glove."

They were silent again for a few minutes. Jake felt himself starting to
drift off to sleep. He snuggled in closer to his big brother, who tightened
his arms around him.

"Dude," Kyle said, "I'm so tired, I'm not moving a muscle tonight, but
tomorrow we're gonna have to push our beds together.  More room to sleep,
and more room to...play."

"Okay," Jake said sleepily. "Sounds good. But what if mom and dad notice?"

Kyle laughed, a deep, confident sort of laugh. "I think they already know
what's going on. And besides, they were giving me a lecture about not going
off and knocking up some girl, because they don't want to be
grandparents. They told me I should find an outlet which wouldn't, how did
they put it, bring about the risk of getting anyone knocked up."

"Mmm," Jake said contentedly, closing his eyes. "Well, you can't make me
pregnant, that's for sure."

"Nope," Kyle agreed happily, "but I'll sure have fun trying."