Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 12:27:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Seth Kirkcauldy <seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Brother Mine 9

Brother Mine Chapter 9
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Part 1: Aiden


Aiden gripped the coffee nervously in one hand and adjusted his shouldered
backpack with the other.  He was walking along the Olentangy River Trail on
his way back from the RPAC, the physical recreation center on the campus of
Ohio State University.  He'd just completed swimming his laps for the
morning and was returning to his apartment to wake Connor; the gift of
coffee was intended for him.  His nervousness stemmed from the unexpected
companionship of the thin, waifish man who strolled alongside him.

His companion's name was Bo, and he had attempted to befriend Aiden at the
pool the prior week, giving him pointers and showing up every morning so
they could swim together.  Aiden had hardly said anything at all to him in
this time, and so was surprised when Bo decided he was going to walk with
him to get the coffee and back to the apartment.

"You don't talk much, do you, Aiden?"  Bo's voice was hesitant.

"Nope," Aiden muttered.  "Aidenisms."

"I... Aidenisms?"  Bo scrunched up his face and looked over at the boy he
was trying very hard to befriend.  "What's that?"

Aiden heaved a deep sigh and stopped on the trail, turning to face Bo
determinedly.  "Look, why are you pretending to be my friend?  It's not
like I'm an orange."

"I'm not pretending; I'm just... orange?"

"Aidenism.  Answer the question."

"Oh.  Uh..."  Bo looked up at him from under his blond lashes.  He looked
confused and a bit flustered.  "I just thought you looked awfully alone at
the pool.  You never seem to talk to anybody.  I've never seen you with
anyone at all around campus.  I thought maybe we could hang out or
something.  I'm new here, too; my roommate has turned out to be a real
jerk, and I don't really know many people."

Aiden considered this for a few moments.  He looked out at the muddy river,
and then back to the freshman who was two years older than he was.

"Are you going to drown me in pig sewage when I let down my guard?"

"Probably not," Bo said, biting his lip.  "I might trip you in front of a
gorgeous guy, though; I'm an ass sometimes."

"Gorgeous... you're gay?"

Bo rolled his eyes.  "Well, DUH, Aiden.  I've given you my phone number
THREE TIMES on little slips of paper in your bag."

"Oh.  Yeah, I tried to decrypt those messages, but got nothing; and I'm
usually really good at codes."

"And I grabbed your dick in the pool that one day."

"Yeah, that was weird, don't do that."

"I sort of figured out I wasn't your type.  So can we just, you know, be
friends?"

"You're really, really not my type, Bo; you're kind of short and thin.  And
I saw your penis in the locker room, and I don't think..."

"Yeah, I get it, Aiden.  I'm not your type, okay?  Don't be an asshole."

"I've never had a friend before."

"That's not at all hard to believe.  Now tell me: why an orange?"

The late autumn wind brayed across the river whipping Aiden's hair and
threatening him with winter.  He braced himself against it and shrugged.
"Oranges are self-contained, thick skinned, sweet, and good for you.  I'm
none of those things, see?"

Bo looked at him and frowned.  "But you have a navel."

Aiden arched his eyebrows in surprise and thought for a moment, biting the
inside of his cheek.  "Yeah, okay, we can be friends."

He turned and started walking toward the apartment again, anxious to tell
Connor that he made a friend; a friend who was now standing alone, and
falling further behind him on the path.

Bo shook his head and then jogged to catch up.

"How old are you?" Bo asked him.

"Sixteen."

"Wow.  You must be really smart to get into OSU at sixteen.  What are you
studying... what do you want to do?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Burke had me tested, but no one will tell me the results, not
even Connor.  They just whisper and look at me funny, like I can't figure
out that means I got a freakish score.  Do you know that nobody treats
smart people like they're smart?"

"I did know that, because I'm somewhat bright myself.  Although Stephen
Hawking once said that people who brag about their IQ are losers, so I
don't bring it up much."

Aiden looked at him sideways and said solemnly, "I love Stephen Hawking.
How badly were you picked on in school?  Were you beat up?"

It was so quiet after this question that Aiden could hear the hollow sound
of their footsteps falling in accompaniment to the skittering of dry
leaves.

"I don't want to talk about that right now, Aiden, okay?  Maybe when we
know each other really well, we can share hard..."

"I was in the hospital for a month and a half because they tried to kill
me.  My mom and my dad don't like me very much.  I objectify my brother and
worship his cock.  I've never had a friend before you."

Aiden realized they had stopped at some point because he no longer heard
the tympanic fall of feet that helped him focus on the task of getting home
without distraction.  He blew out a breath and looked at Bo who was staring
at him with his mouth hanging open.  He watched Bo's face for a moment to
determine his reaction, and saw his lower lip trembled a bit.

Finally, Bo cleared his throat.  "Yeah, I was beat up, too.  It was hell.
Um, Aiden... is your brother abusing you...?"

Aiden snorted and shook his head.  "Not nearly often enough," he said.
"Connor's my hero.  He saved me from all of that other stuff.  My shrink
tells me that I don't see Connor as a real person; that I only focus on
certain attributes like his strength, and his loyalty, and his really big
cock.  But I don't think that's true; I hardly think about his strength and
loyalty at all."

Bo coughed out a laugh despite looking uncomfortable.  "So you and your
brother..."

"I love him, Bo, more than anything.  We'd be forced apart in people found
out."  He looked at his new friend searchingly.

"I won't say anything; honest.  To tell you the truth, it's making me hard
thinking about it."

"Really?  You can't tell in those pants.  But I guess it may be because
your penis is sort of small."

"Asshole."

"The kid in the truck."

Bo looked over at him as they started their hike again.  "Um, the kid in
the truck?  Segues are your friends, Aiden; use them.  I have no idea what
you're talking about."

Aiden nodded.  "My brain jumps.  Skips.  Vaults.  You asked what I want to
study at OSU: The kid in the truck."

"Ooookay..."

"I saw this little kid once in a big black pickup truck."  Aiden touched
his lips briefly to be sure he was actually saying all of this out loud;
sometimes he had to repeat everything when he forgot to say it out loud.
"He was small and smart; had wire rim glasses.  He's too young now to know
what a cock is for, but he's going to grow up one day and love them a whole
lot."

"Oh."

"But he doesn't know that now, not when I saw him in that truck.  He just
knows he's in a world he doesn't understand and that doesn't understand
him.  He has no clue yet why that's the case.  He has no inkling of the
hell that's headed his way.  His dad is gonna make him shoot a deer, and
he's going to hate himself forever after that."

"Geez."

"I'm going to help him, Bo.  I'm not sure how I'm going to do that yet, but
that kid is not going to be afraid of going to school; and neither are any
of his friends."

"You're going to help him be an orange."

Their eyes met.

"Exactly," Aiden promised.

They walked together side-by-side along the river, enjoying the silence
that was now much more comfortable than it had been earlier.  Aiden figured
he might have had a friend sooner in life if they all were mostly quiet and
understood the importance of being citrus.

He was enjoying college life a lot, he decided.

No, that was too small an observation.  He was enjoying LIFE.  He had
professors who challenged him and a brother who loved him.  He had a home
with someone inside it.  He had an education and career goal that while
still a bit vague, filled him with a sense of purpose and promise.  His
future was growing clearer and brighter.  And -completely unexpectedly -
for the past twenty minutes he had a best friend.  This was probably the
most happy he had ever felt except when he was suck...  well, he wasn't
supposed to fixate on that.

Dr. Kirker said that it was okay to love; it was even okay to lust.  But it
was not okay to fixate or obsess and it was not okay to reduce complex
feelings meant for the entire person to mere body parts.  Connor was not
his cock, and that beautiful giant cock was not Connor.  But it still made
Aiden's stomach flutter when he thought about worshiping it.  He wondered
if that was okay.

It had surprised Aiden to discover that Dr. Kirker was not so concerned
that he had a sexual relationship with his brother as she was concerned how
he viewed that relationship.

The brisk wind off the Olentangy River smelled distinctly of mud and
promise.  It was a cold exhale that thrilled him.  He suddenly wanted to
run, to sprint ahead as if into the future, but decided that was a poor
idea while carrying coffee.  Was it appropriate to ask your best friend to
hold the coffee so you could run ahead without him?  He'd have to ask
Connor later; Aiden was not very good at being friends.  He decided he
should get on the internet and do some research later.

He had to work on his molecular biology paper anyway, so he'd do both at
once.  He was the only freshman in that class, and it seemed that he was
the only freshman in all his other classes, too.  He wasn't sure exactly
what Mrs. Burke had done for him, but he had the distinct impression that
he was skipping a lot of general education classes.  She had asked him to
have a discussion with the heads of both the science and math departments,
and he had felt those discussions had gone disastrously.

The Math professor was very odd; and Aiden had a sudden inkling of how he,
himself, must appear to others.  He was provided with a white board with
markers and asked to prove Mills' Theorem.  Aiden had to admit he had never
heard of it, and so had to listen while the professor explained it to him.
But his voice was droning and Aiden found himself noticing how all his
black hair stood up in the back.  In the end, he only caught the gist of
the theorem and he struggled with multiple approaches to a proof which all
failed miserably.  When he turned around to admit his failure, the
professor was scanning the board with interest and taking copious notes.
He glanced at Aiden and dismissed him with "see you in class."

The science interview was worse.  The professor was studying papers that
Aiden suspected were his testing scores.  She very excitedly fired
questions at him, and Aiden only knew the answers to about five.  Twenty or
thirty of the queries simply elicited a morose, "I don't know" or "I've
never heard of that before."

"That's perfect then," she beamed at him.  "I know right where to put you."

Aiden suspected it would be with a bunch of kindergarteners, but that did
not seem to be the case.  His lab partner was a junior; she smelled like
talcum and milkweed and was not an idiot.  She could use a good hairbrush,
though.

"Does it hurt?"  Bo asked shyly.  He was looking out at the river rather
than at Aiden, and his voice recalled Aiden to his walk and his friend.  He
got so easily lost in his mind.

"Not if it's a GOOD hairbrush," Aiden responded, and then realized that
couldn't possibly have been what Bo meant.

"I'm confused," Bo admitted.

"That's probably not entirely your fault.  What were you talking about?"

"I'm... uh, well...  I haven't really DONE anything yet, you know?"

Aiden blinked at him.

"I'm a virgin, Aiden."  Bo blushed and looked away again.  He was obviously
embarrassed that while two years older, he had less experience than his new
friend.

"Oh."

"So.  Um, does it hurt?"

"Oh, God yes."

Bo turned white.  "I see."

They were actually quite near to Aiden's apartment when the small knot of
jocks ambled into sight in the distance.  Aiden saw Bo stiffen slightly and
hesitate, before blinking his eyes a couple times and continuing forward
with his head down.  Aiden frowned and looked ahead to where the three
young men were headed down the path toward them.

There was nothing specifically intimidating about them, but Aiden's and
Bo's natures reacted to all of the generalities: the arrogant swaggers, the
loud voices, the broad gestures, the muscles, the height, the bulges, the
jerseys.  Something within the boys simultaneously lusted and loathed all
of these things, hoped for and feared them.

There were three of them, and Aiden found himself suddenly breathing
shallowly and walking slower.  He watched the jocks joking with each other
and frowned as one pushed another off the path and into a tree.  The other
two laughed raucously as their friend fell; but he rejoined them quickly
and they continued their rough play.

That one in the middle was the one that was causing the funny panic in
Aiden's stomach.  He was a huge man, bigger than Connor, his muscles easily
discernable under his clothes.  He had a handsome, toothy smile and his
deep booming voice as he laughed was loud and frightening.  He was holding
a stick or something similar in one hand and swishing it through the air
like a sword.

Fear.  That's what Aiden was feeling, and he didn't understand exactly why.
His breathing was getting shallower and he closed his eyes as he realized
he was about to have an anxiety attack.

The three young men were very close when Aiden reopened his eyes and met
the gaze of the huge jock carrying the... plunger.  Aiden focused on the
tool unbelievingly.  The guy was carrying a plunger through the park, and
he looked right at Aiden and grinned.

"YaWAAAAHAAAA!"  Aiden screamed at the top of his lungs; but rather than
run away, he ran straight at the huge guy.

Aiden threw the searing hot coffee right at his victim's midsection,
splashing the scalding liquid over him.  The massive jock bent over and
howled in agony from the burn while Aiden twirled in a full roundhouse with
his backpack and cracked the guy in the head with it, sending him tumbling
down off the path, over the bank, and right into the river.

"What the hell?" one of the other jocks gasped, looking at Aiden with wide
eyes.  Then he turned and ran down the bank to try and help his friend out
of the frigid river before was whisked away by the current and drowned.
Their other friend was already on his way to help, leaving the trail
completely empty and clear for Aiden and Bo.

Aiden clenched his jaw and nodded with satisfaction while Bo looked over at
him with his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell was that?"  Bo asked.

"Preemptive strike," Aiden snarled, and then shouldered his backpack and
marched toward home, his new friend following behind.




Part 2: Connor

Spaz has a little friend now; an elfin-looking kid with blond hair and blue
eyes.  He's smaller than Aiden but I guess he's probably the same age as me
since he's a freshman.  The first time he followed Aiden home, he stared at
me until Spaz elbowed him in the ribs.

"This is Bo," Aiden told me, scowling at his new friend.

"B-B-Beauregard," Bo said, blushing; then: "Holy shit, you really are as
beautiful as he says."

"Well.... fuck," I said.  I looked over at Aiden who wasn't meeting my
eyes.  "Spaz?"

"He won't tell, Connor.  He won't."  He looked up at me pleadingly like he
was asking me if he could keep a puppy.  "He's my friend, Connor.  My
FRIEND."

I sighed at the plaintive loneliness underneath it all, but was so
frustrated I could strangle him.  "Spaz, the best case scenario if they
find out is that you'll be taken away from me until you're an adult.  The
worst case scenario is that I'll go to prison for a long time."

Aiden set his jaw which meant I was going to lose this argument.  "My
friends do not betray me, Connor.  They wouldn't do that."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.  I noticed his friend
had become plural in the past few minutes.  His long isolation bleached the
conversation stark.  "What is your friend's last name?"

There was a long silence following this question, and although my lids were
closed, I could sense the panicked looks that Aiden was shooting to Bo.
Luckily, I could also sense Bo trying to mouth the answer to him.  That
boded well.

"Perhaps you should get to know your friends a bit before you share secrets
of this particular magnitude.  If he tells one single person, Aiden, it
could ruin our entire lives."

There was a gentle touch on my arm and I turned to meet Bo's bright blue
eyes.  "I won't tell anyone.  Not ever."

He certainly meant what he was saying.  But who knew what would spill out
of his mouth when he was drunk and wanted to impress somebody?

"See," said Aiden triumphantly.  "He's my friend, Connor.  He wanted to
have sex with me and grabbed my cock, but now he's just my friend."

I turned my level gaze on Bo who blanched.  "It was before... before I
knew.  I didn't know, I swear."

"Don't touch him again."

"No, sir.  Nope."

"And just so you know...?"

He nodded.

"Today is a really good day with Aiden communication-wise.  Some days are
much, much worse than this."

I was happy to see that Bo took the full measure of my statement before he
responded.  His jaw tightened and his chin lifted.  "I hear you.  Being his
friend is not going to be boring, is it?"

"I am RIGHT HERE," Aiden snapped.  Then he grabbed Bo's arm and dragged him
back to the bedroom we called his, although he slept in my bed every night.
I expected to feel suspicion or jealousy overwhelm me as the door closed
behind their scrawny gay asses; but nope, nothing.

The truth was, I was glad Aiden had a friend; I hoped he wouldn't drive him
away with all his weird shit, but Bo seemed like he might be a little more
resilient than most.  I hoped so.

The next day was Saturday, and it was going to be a special day for me and
Aiden.  We were staying home so that I could make a fantasy come true for
my little brother.  See, Aiden has this thing about hearing me talk; he
only orgasms if I'm growling obscene descriptions in his ear about the
things I'm going to do to him.  So over the past several months I had
brought him off with word pictures about our life together at college.
This was mostly while he was in the hospital healing from... well, from a
whole lot of things.

Every day I'd bring Spaz his cocksucker treat, a little medicine cup filled
with spunk freshly squeezed outta my balls in the men's room.  He'd lap up
the cum in the cup while I told him how he was going to serve me when we
lived alone in the apartment.  I'd paint quite vivid fantasies until he'd
scrunch up his eyes and cream himself.  It was fucking hot, if you want to
know the truth.

Of course, real life is different from fantasies.  I had workouts and
practice and classes and studying.  I was trying to meet and go out with
friends.  I had to actually sit down and pay bills now, and write reports
to the state about Aiden.  Spaz had his own stuff going on, too.  He had a
heavier class load than I did - classes for juniors and seniors - and was
swimming his laps every day.  Sometimes, we didn't see each other until we
fell into bed at night when Aiden would squirm between my legs, lay his
head on my thigh, pop my big soft cock into his mouth and fall asleep
nursing on it.  We made time for sex, of course, but it wasn't anything
like the descriptions I had growled in his ear while he was laying in that
hospital bed.

So I'd set aside Saturday to be our day from beginning to end.  We were
going to live the whole day as the big jock and his faggot slave brother,
and my cock was really looking forward to it.  Aiden was already vibrating
on Friday night went he went to bed.  He tried to start things early, but I
was tired after working out and cuffed his head until he settled his
efforts to the normal nursing on my soft cock.

At 8:00am, my cocksucker's bracelet started vibrating.  I had found him a
pedometer wrist bracelet that had a silent, vibrating alarm.  It was his
alarm clock, and he was mine.  Without even the slightest murmur of
complaint, he entered the day with service.  He opened that amazing mouth
of his and started to bathe my balls, gently licking, nuzzling, and kissing
them to welcome me into the day.  It was an awesome way to wake up, having
my jewel-bag polished by an expert.  It made me think of our very first
night together when we jumped the gap from brothers to... well, whatever it
was we were.  I could think of lots of words to describe it, but the truth
is that "brother" still meant more to me than any other, and I couldn't
think of any word bigger than that one to hold the meaning of what we were.

I stretched luxuriously, noting Aiden's intake of breath; the boy does
appreciate my body.  The stretch pointed my limbs into the four corners of
the bed, splaying myself wide for him, arms above my head and eyes still
closed and drowsy.

"Tongue bath," I murmured, and my personal slave set himself to work.

He started on the sole of my left foot, laving the skin with his wet lips
and tongue, sucking off the salt and sweat.  He squirmed his way between
each toe before sucking each in his mouth as if he was giving it a blowjob.
He worked his way slowly up my legs, gently snaking his mouth along the
skin before going back to lap at it with the flat of his tongue.  Every
patch of skin seemed to be touched three times: wet it, clean it, and rinse
it.  He methodically inched his way upward over my knee and thigh,
thoroughly cleaning anything his mouth could reach.

He worked past my crotch without diving in, although I could sense there
was a mighty battle within him.  I managed not to laugh, and that was a
victory, too.  He glided over my hip, and then returned to open his mouth
and suck on the rounded protrusion of my hipbone.  Damn!  I squirmed at the
unexpected erogenous zone and cracked open my eyes to see him smiling
against the skin.  Fucker.

I grabbed his head and pushed him against it so that his mouth was splayed
wide against my flesh.

"Suck hard," I growled.  "Mark me, Aiden."

I felt more than saw the hitch in his breathing, and then his hands were
caressing my thigh while he sucked a mark on my hipbone.

"More.  I want the guys to know I have a cocksucker.  Put your name on me,
Spaz."

As always, the words turned his key and he revved right up, sucking the
skin hard and biting my hip.  Fuck, that felt so good.

He eased his way up my ribs without washing my stomach or chest, and made a
beeline for my armpit.  He got just within a hair to it and I could hear
his panting against my ear.  He is a total fag for my armpits, and so I had
to fuck with him some.

"Worst job ever on my ribcage.  Do it again."

He was back down to my hip and worked his way up slowly, agonizingly.
Fuck, it felt so good, all that warm, wet swirling.

"Yeah, that was much, much better, Spaz.  Do it again."

He actually puffed a laugh and returned to my hip again.

The thing was, I loved him in my armpit, and I was glad when he got there
the third time.  He cradled himself up against me and sucked on the hair
while lapping out the pit; of course if felt amazing and erotic, but that's
not the thing that gets me.  While he's busy doing all of that, he's
staring me straight in the eye with his electric green stare; so blatant,
intent, content.  It's exactly the type of intimacy that scared the fuck
out of me before the pig farm.  That blazing stare sees everything inside
me and loves it all.  It makes my stomach flop all around.

"Cocksucker."

He grinned knowingly, licked slower, and studied my soul.

When he was done with the entirety of my left hand and arm, he dared
something he'd never done before.  He kneeled next to me and cleaned my
face.  It wasn't the sloppy wet licks he used elsewhere, just the sweet
caress of his lips over every inch.  His tongue poked out at weirdly erotic
intervals, to leave a wet mark on my closed eyelids, and to paint my lips
with saliva.  He didn't try to take a kiss deeper, just passed over like he
was cleaning any other part of my body.  My disappointment was interesting.
I was supposedly controlling this thing and could make him kiss me at any
time; but I didn't want to tell him to do it.  I wanted him to want to do
it on his own.

And then I knew for sure.  I was turning into a girl.

I might have panicked, or laughed, except that I suddenly caught the smell
of my armpit emanating from the skin on Aiden's face.  I loved that he
smelled like me, it set off unexplainable sparks in my lizard brain.
Before he continued his job, he very softly rubbed one of his cheeks
against mine, the burr of my stubble against his cheek rasping between our
breathing.

It took him a full hour to complete just the front of me.  He ended on the
sole of my right foot with a gentle kiss on the instep.  This was going to
be the best day of my life.  It was only nine o'clock in the morning.

"Turn over," he whispered, and I could hear the yearning in his voice.

"Make me breakfast, Spaz," I countered.  "Wake me when it's ready, yeah?
Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, juice."

The bed dipped as he went off to make me breakfast in his jockstrap.  I
grinned in the happy delirium of the well-served and rolled onto my
stomach, hugged a pillow and drifted back off to sleep.

I love having my balls licked, could happily put up with that sweet torture
for the rest of my life; but ever since Spaz first stuck his hot, squirmy
tongue up my ass, I've had a new definition of ultimate service.  He woke
me for breakfast with his lips kissing me right at that clenched opening,
and when he heard my sigh of pleasure, he plunged as deeply into me as he
could go.  My moan probably woke the neighbors.

He licked me thoroughly for a good five minutes before he whispered, "your
breakfast is getting cold."

It's good that he did; I never would have stopped him on my own.  I don't
have the willpower; I'd let that boy lick my ass for the next year.

I tottered naked into the breakfast nook of our apartment and found my
breakfast all set up on the table with a lit candle.  I wonder how long
he'd had that stashed somewhere.  He had my tablet beside my plate so I
could surf the news and email while I ate, and his own plate was set beside
mine with only a fraction of the amount of food in it.

I kicked his chair away and placed his plate on the floor under the table
in front of my own chair.  Then without looking at him, I had a seat and
started to eat.  It was delicious, really.  I planned for Aiden to become a
good cook and told him when we moved into the apartment that I wanted him
to start practicing.  He'd been working on breakfast and was getting more
confident at it.  I was chewing my toast and starting up my tablet as he
crawled under the table, brushing my legs with his bare skin as he settled
in under there.

I could hear him eating, but I knew exactly what he was looking at.  I
scratched my balls for him, and then tilted my heavy cock up; it was
enveloped in his mouth in less than two seconds, incredibly warm from his
hot food.  Although he couldn't see my face, I'm sure he felt my chuckles.
He knows I laugh at him all the time.

I gripped the back of his head with both hands and kicked my legs out so
they were full stretched on either side of him, pulled his head down to my
pubic bone and finally released my morning load of piss.  My bladder had
been complaining loudly for the past couple hours, so poor Spaz wasn't
quite prepared for the flood.  I held him down as he struggled heroically
with the deluge, gulping the bitter brine as quickly as he could.  I felt
some drops hitting my legs until the flow became more reasonable and he
managed to get ahead of it.

Before I could direct his cleanup, I felt his tongue on my legs, lapping up
the warm, stray droplets.  I patted the back of his head proudly.

"Good boy, Spaz."

He hugged my leg and kissed the hooded head of my cock.

"Thank you for today, Connor.  I love you."

He kissed my cock again and let his tongue flick out to see if he could
offer me pleasure.  I gave a soft grunt and continued eating, otherwise
ignoring him.  He set to sucking immediately, and I could hear his
scrambling as he repositioned himself for the proper leverage, probably on
his knees, but I didn't really care as long as it felt good.

Aiden's mouth is a cave of wonders.  My cock slips inside and time seems to
lose any meaning.  There's a rhythm to his service, a song he plays on my
skin.  I get lost in the hypnotizing cadence of his head bobbing slowly,
his tongue swirling dutifully, the sweet suction, the blissful heat.

The candle was guttering and my eyes closed when I realized I'd been
sitting there for an hour.  Aiden was bringing me as much pleasure as he
could without making me cum.  He'd become a master at keeping me at the
edge, trembling and cursing.  My cocksucker's knees were probably killing
him, so I pushed myself back from the table so he could clean up.

I noticed he hadn't eaten much of his minuscule serving of breakfast.  I'd
needed to take a piss before he'd gotten much food inside him.

"Make yourself some more and eat it."

"I don't mind it cold.  But I'm not very hungry for it, Connor.  I just
want you."

"I see."

I reached down for his plate and held it in my left hand.  Toast.  Cold
Eggs.  No meat.

My right hand wrapped around my tortured cock and squeezed it slowly,
languidly.  Spaz watched me jerk it slowly, his mouth slightly open.  I
pumped harder, squeezing on the upstroke, managing to get right back to the
edge in just a couple draws.  He'd had me hanging there for so long that my
balls ached.

"Lick my balls, Spaz, while I get your breakfast ready."

He leaned in obediently, closed his eyes, and worshipped my balls gently.
That soft touch of his mouth was all I needed, and I snarled profanities as
my semen shot out all over his eggs and toast, streaking them with warm
jets of cum.  It felt incredible to finally release all that pent-up
energy, and my load from all the teasing was HUGE.  His food was entirely
covered and his eyes were wide with wonder.

I left him to lick his plate clean (I know my brother) and went to take a
shower.  Tongue baths were great - really, really, great - but saliva dries
into a stiff, itchy coating.  The fact that I knew this was an indicator of
how fucking weird my life had become.

The day progressed in a mostly perfect way.  I took him to see a movie; the
idea being that I would piss in his mouth again while we fucked around in
the back row, but I hadn't accounted for the early hour and the summer
months.  The theater was filled with kids.  In fact, someone was having a
birthday party and the two back rows were crawling with kids all there to
see Spiderman in his jammies.  Aiden cracked up while I scowled, and we did
it in the restroom stall instead.

I took him to dinner so I could watch him push an anemic salad around on
his plate, although he did eat some of my steak on command.  He talked a
lot about his classes and I swear to God I didn't understand a word of it.
But it seemed to excite him a lot, and that was amazing to see.  And he
laughed whenever I did something stupid at dinner, which seemed to be all
the fucking time.  Well, okay, it WAS all the fucking time because I had
noticed it made him laugh.

It was much later, in the dark of the apartment that I had time to think.
I was naked again, naturally, and sitting on the sofa, but scrunched all
the way down with my feet up on the coffee table.  Aiden sat between my
thighs in the floor and licked my balls and ate my ass.  Mostly my ass; he
liked the way my breath staggered when he did something with his tongue
that caught me off guard.  I think he fed from my sighs and groans.  He
looked awfully satisfied with himself as he worked.

Physically, I was in heaven, but mentally I was losing my way a bit.  I
knew I should have been soaring after my awesome day with my sex slave, and
I wanted to be; but things were starting to change just a bit.  I ran my
finger down the side of Aiden's long neck while he lapped at my hole.  My
finger trailed along his shoulder blade and down his biceps.

His shoulders were broader.  His regular workouts were starting to show up
on his body.  His scrawny arm wasn't nearly as scrawny, either.  He had a
pumped little muscle growing there; I could see the swell of it.  His
beautiful sharp jaw was covered in downy fluff.

Aiden was growing into a man.  A hairy, muscular man.

I swallowed, tasting some unwelcome bitterness on my tongue.  I glanced
down at my soft cock.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the amazing sensation of my brother's
tongue servicing my ass.  I reveled in the squelching heat of his mouth
invading me.  If he were a woman, a beautiful, busty woman, there'd be no
turning back for me because Aiden was perfect.  This phantom woman was in
my mind's eye now, kneeling before me and servicing.  My cock rose to full
hardness and I opened my eyes to see Aiden staring at it while he licked me
thoroughly.  After a full day of this, he still looked hungry for me.

I stopped him with a gentle pat on his head.

"No more being an oral slave tonight, Aiden.  Get up now and come to bed
with me.  I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

But I didn't fuck him; I made love to him instead, undulating my hips so
that my cock slid in and out while my face was buried in his neck and my
eyes were closed tight.

"Look at me, Connor," he whispered to me.

I squeezed my eyes harder.

"Look at me.  Please, Connor.  I need to know that you know it's me."

So fucking smart; I can hardly stand it sometimes.

When I exploded within him, our hands and eyes were locked together, and my
secrets and fears were locked away.  For awhile.


Sunday morning came abruptly and early with a harsh banging on the door.
It must have been before 8:00 since Aiden hadn't woken me with his mouth
yet, and I realized it must have been my teammate, Roderick.  He was coming
by to return something and we were gonna work out together and play some
games.  He was a great guy; I really liked him.

I swung out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweats, and ambled to the door in a
sleepy haze.

The huge guy filled my entire doorway; but for all his size, managed to
look shy and guilty.

"Go away, it's too early," I told him.

He grinned, showing off all his straight teeth.  "Get your lazy ass out
here, man.  We have work to do."

"What the fuck did you do to your head?"

"Well, see, that's the other reason I came over.  I hafta explain that."

I heard Aiden enter the room behind me, shuffling around in his morning
fog.

"See, I'm gonna have to buy you a new one.  Thanks for letting me borrow
the fucking thing, but I sort of lost it in the river."

"What?"

"Some little guy totally whacked me in the head with his backpack, almost
drowned me.  I lost your plunger when I fell in the- Holy Fuck!  That's
fucking him right there!  That's the guy who tried to kill me!"



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