Date: Sat, 06 Oct 2001 21:05:26 +0000
From: SEBASTIAN WALLACE <seb_big_man@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Tease Part 2

On the way back from town, Gareth saw a poster advertising a heavy metal
gig which was happening that night in one of the halls in the student
union, and he said he'd like to go.  Heavy metal is not my thing at all,
but Gareth goes through phases of liking it and, since he was supposed to
be my guest for the weekend, I agreed to go along with him and check it
out.

I phoned a few friends to see if anyone fancied going along with us - the
main intention of inviting them being to relieve my own boredom - but none
of them were even vaguely enthusiastic.  Thomo had disappeared earlier in
the afternoon, having gone off with a few of his mates we'd bumped into in
Southampton - so it turned out that Gareth and I went to the gig alone.

I remember spending most of the night standing against a wall, drinking
warm beer out of a flimsy plastic cup, wishing the band would play
something I knew.  Gareth got quite into it, though.  He didn't exactly
dance - I can't even begin to imagine Gareth condescending to dance - but
he clearly enjoyed the sounds the band was making and seemed able to
identify a rhythm behind the noise.  Despite his shyness, he hit it off
with a small group of guys near the bar.  He stood and talked with them for
over an hour and at one point disappeared with one of them to the gents.  I
wondered if maybe there was a link between liking heavy metal and being gay
that had, up until now, completely passed me by.

While I was standing there, swirling my beer around inside the cup for
something to do, a tall, thin girl wearing tight black spandex came up to
me and made conversation.  She had a cute, freckled face and blond curly
hair.  One of her front teeth was chipped.  I chatted with her and she
laughed at everything I said, regardless of the content.  I kind of liked
that about her.  She was totally vacuous, and she loved herself for it.  As
I was talking to her, I kept checking out her tits.  She was wearing a
tight black teeshirt which had a cartoon-like painting of a zombie and the
name of some band on it.  Her tits were small but the teeshirt was tight
enough for them to distort the lettering.  I was wondering whether the two
of us could sneak off somewhere - there was no way that Kaz could find out
about this - when Gareth came back over to join us.

I don't know why but Gareth has this ability to scare girls.  He has done
it to several of my ex-girlfriends, and he did it to the girl at the gig.
He just has this way of looking through them and talking to me in a tone
which excludes them and sends them running.  So the girl disappeared within
about thirty seconds of Gareth coming over to me.

He said he'd had enough of the band.  I felt quite relieved.  I'd had
enough after about thirty seconds of being in the place.

Walking back to the University residence, I phoned Kaz.  She sounded sleepy
and confused and I felt guilty for waking her up.  I asked her if she
wanted us to get her a pizza or a Chinese take-away and call up with it.

There was a long pause on the phone.

Then she said, sounding almost breathless, "You know, Seb.  I don't think
so.  I'm so tired.  I think I've got a fever.  I just need to sleep it off.
Sorry... sorry."

I said, "I'll come up.  You sound - well, I'm worried."

She said, "No."  There was another pause.  "No.  Don't worry.  I'm just out
of it, babes.  Fuckin' Lemsip trip."

I faked a laugh.

She continued, "I'll be okay when I've slept it off.  Can you... can you
bunk up with Gareth tonight?  I just need to get a good night's sleep."

I said, "Yeah.  Course I can.  But I'd rather be with you."

She said, "Aw Seb, I know.  But I'm so hot.  I need to just lie here.  I'll
see you tomorrow."

I was going to argue with her but she hung up.

I felt quite worried about her.  I felt bad about contemplating sneaking
off to shag that blonde girl around the back of the Union Building.  Gareth
wanted a pizza so I gave him my key and I went up to see how Kaz was.

When I got to her flat, I had to knock for a while before I saw her through
the frosted glass lumbering towards the door wearing her dressing gown.
None of her flatmates were in, it seemed.  I felt guilty again; this time
for making her get out of bed.  She smiled to see me, but her movements
were slow and clumsy, like she was drunk.

She said, "Seb, I told you... I'm okay."

I said, "Like fuck.  You're ill."

Her dressing gown gaped open slightly, revealing her beautiful, milky white
stomach and her dark pubic hair.  She said, "Yeah.  I'm kind of aware of
that.  I just don't like having people around me when I'm like this."

Eventually I persuaded her to let me in.  We went back to her room and she
took her dressing gown off and go back into bed.  I sat next to her, gently
rubbing her leg.  She looked sleepy and poorly but for some reason that me
feel horny as hell and I really wanted to climb onto her.  I fought the
urge to tell her how much I wanted her.  I thought it inappropriate and
that it would confirm her oft repeated view of me as a "scrotum on legs".

I guess I sat with her for about an hour.  She nodded off after a short
time but I stayed with her in case she woke again.  When it became obvious
that she was out of it, I quietly left her and turned off the light.  I
contemplated sleeping on the floor but wanted to respect her wish to be
left to sleep alone.  So I headed off back to my own room, hoping that
Gareth would still be awake.

-----

When I got back to my room, Gareth was still awake and talking to Thomo.
They'd run into each other in the take-away and Gareth had bought a couple
of packs of beer cans from the off-license for them both.  Kind of to pay
Thomo back for all the cans of his that we'd drunk the night before, I
think.

Anyway, I grabbed a can and then sat next to Gareth on the bed, feeling
quite tired and trying not to yawn.  I saw that there were about six cans
left and hoped that the two of them weren't planning to drink all of them
before we turned in.

Gareth obviously liked Thomo by now because he talked quite openly with
him.  They were talking about our family going back to Norway when we were
kids.  Visiting our mother's relatives; that kind of stuff.  Thomo was
quite interested because he'd been over to Norway the previous Summer on a
camping trip with his girlfriend.  He kept mentioning place names and
Gareth looked pleased to be reminded of them from when he was a kid.

Then it went quiet.  They just sort of ran out of things to talk about.

I went to take another swig from my can and realised that while I'd been
listening to them I'd drunk all of it.  I asked Thomo to throw me another
one up.

Then we sat there quietly, each of us occasionally drinking from our cans.

After a short time, Thomo said, totally out of the blue, "So... what was
all that stuff you were doing this morning?"

Gareth asked, "What stuff?"

Thomo smiled and shook his head slowly.  Then he looked back up at us,
smirking, and said, "Don't tell me you've forgotten..."

Neither Gareth nor I said anything for a few seconds and then we both spoke
at once.  Gareth stopped what he'd been about to say, but I continued.  I
said, "We were just pissing about."

Thomo chose to ignore this comment.  Still smiling, he said, "So is that
kind of stuff - well - is it common among brothers?"

I guess we both just stared at him and so he clarified himself.

He said, "I mean, have you done that kind of thing before?  Is it a regular
thing?"

I smiled.  I said, "You're a bit - ah - fascinated by this, aren't you?"

Thomo laughed.  Then he held his smirk and said, a bit sheepishly, "Well,
sort of..."

I said, "I didn't think this would be your sort of thing."

He said, "No, I know.  I'm not gay, but -"

Gareth interupted him: "It's not a gay thing -"

Thomo said, "Yeah, I know, but -"

Gareth continued, "No, really.  It's not a gay thing between us.  I mean,
we're brothers.  We're pretty much the same person.  Or at least
genetically we are.  So it's not a gay thing.  It's more like masturbation.
It's sex with myself.  Kind of."  I got the feeling that Gareth was saying
this more for my benefit than Thomo's.  He'd obviously thought a lot about
what was going on between us and had got things sorted out in his own mind
after a lot of deliberation.

Thomo considered what he'd said and nodded slowly.  Then he smiled and
said, "Yeah, that sort of makes sense."

We sat quietly for a while.  Each of us drinking from our cans.  Then Thomo
opened a fresh one.

Eventually, Thomo said, "I suppose that, as brothers, you can - well -
experiment a bit together.  Without getting hung up about it."

Gareth didn't speak.  So after a few seconds I said, "I guess."

Thomo said, "How far would you go?"

Again, I think we just stared at him.  He smiled and looked down at his
can.  Then he looked back up at us and said, with a mischievous grin on his
face, "Would you kiss each other?  I mean, properly."

I looked at Gareth.  He was grinning broadly.  He took a drink from his
can.  Then he said, still smiling, "You field this one, Seb."

I looked back at Thomo.  He was just looking at me, his smile fading.  I
said, "Yeah, I guess.  Or at least, I wouldn't have a problem with it."

I turned to face Gareth again.  He shrugged and said, "Yeah.  No big deal."

Then we looked at Thomo.  He seemed to be rehearsing what to say inside his
head before he came out with it.  Wondering how we'd take it.  After a few
seconds he said, quietly, "Go on then."

I turned back towards Gareth.  His face was angled downwards so that his
blue eyes gazed upwards at me.  His irises looked deep and dark in contrast
with the whites which were framing them.  He was smirking.  He looked
devilish.

I guess I smiled back.  This felt strange but good.  Childishly naughty.

I leaned forwards towards him.  He took the prompt and leaned towards me.
I felt his warm breath against my chin as we moved together.  Then his lips
tentatively touching mine.  I moved further towards him so that our lips
were pressed together.  Then he opened his lips slightly and I opened mine.
I made a kissing motion against my brother's warm, moist lips.  It felt
good; natural.  I shifted my can to my left hand and put my right arm
around his shoulder.  He put his left arm around the middle of my back, and
his palm gently rubbed my spine.  He opened his lips further and I gently
pushed my tongue between them.  I held it there for a few seconds, the tip
of it carressing his top lip and then the lower one.  Then, gaining in
confidence, he moved towards me again and drew my tongue into his mouth.
His lips puckered against it, inviting more of it into him.  I tasted his
beer and felt his teeth.  It felt totally different to kissing a girl: the
fact that this was Gareth, my older brother, stayed at the forefront of my
mind and amplified, rather than dampened, my excitement.

Gareth's left hand carressed my spine all the way up between my shoulder
blades.  It tingled.  His hand was large, far broader than any girl's hand
that has touched me, but was tender and gentle.

I pushed more of my tongue into him, my heart quickening and my enthusiasm
growing.  I became aware of my cock growing in size inside my jeans.  I
kissed him passionately.  He responded by using his lips on the stem of my
tongue, tightening and slackening them in rhythm like it was my cock in his
mouth.  My grip around his shoulders tightened and I pulled him further
towards me.  I could feel his breath growing faster, aware that mine was
too.

Then Gareth pulled away.  I opened my eyes.  I hadn't realised until then
that I had closed them.  I wondered if his had also been closed.  I
wondered whether his cock had stirred inside his jeans.

Gareth looked over at Thomo.  I noticed that his mouth was slightly wet.

Then I looked at Thomo.

Thomo was staring at us, obviously captivated by what he'd seen.  He seemed
almost to physically shake himself to recover from the apparent trance he'd
been in.

Then he grinned and said, "Shit."

I took a swig from my can.  Gareth did too.

Then Thomo said, "Would you - ah - well.  I don't know if you guys want to
go on with this..."

Gareth said, "Would we what?"

Thomo smiled again.  Then he said, "Well - as you said, it's just like
masturbation.  No big deal.  So would you - well - would you touch each
other's dicks?"

Gareth looked at me.

I said, "Your turn to answer first."

He laughed, "Yeah.  Course I would."

Then he looked at me, smiling.  Thomo was also staring at me.

I said, "As you said, Thomo: no big deal."

Gareth smiled more broadly and looked down at his crotch.  There was a
definite bulge in the front of his jeans, but that could have been an
indication of the size of his cock rather than that he was hard.  He opened
his legs slightly and said, "Enjoy."

I leaned over and stretched my right arm outwards towards his crotch.  He
kept looking at my face which, I would imagine, had an intrigued expression
on it.  When I touched the front of his jeans he shivered slightly.  I
suppose that, despite our calm and indifferent exteriors, this was quite a
significant moment for both Gareth and I.

I laid my fingertips on the front of his jeans, the middle finger on his
fly.  Then I gently moved my hand up and down, feeling the contours of his
cock and balls inside his trousers with my fingertips.  His cock seemed to
be directed downwards in his underpants, covering his balls.  I could feel
its thick stem lying beneath the fabric of his trousers.  It felt warm and
soft, yeilding to the slight pressure of my fingers as they stroked the
front of his jeans.

Gareth looked at me - right into my eyes - and smiled warmly.  He was
really enjoying having his little brother feel him up.  He said, "Turn
around a bit.  It's a two-way thing."

I turned my body towards him to give Gareth easier access to my crotch.  He
leaned towards me and cupped his palm around it.  My cock was semi-hard and
he immediately found it, tucked upwards and to the left inside my briefs.
He squeezed the stem between his finger and thumb and I felt it stiffen in
response.  He laughed slightly when it twitched involuntarily.  His teeth
were clean and white.

It felt slightly strange to be like this with Gareth: to be reaching across
and groping each others' crotches.  Kissing him seemed natural but this
was, I suppose, more sexual and so added a more taboo dimension to the
situation.  Having Thomo watching us seemed, if anything,to ease my
apprehension.  It gave things a jokey, laddish angle that helped to make it
more acceptable.  This was just a bit of messing around, right?

Gareth's fingers worked their way upward to the head of my dick, right up
near the hole of my left pocket.  When he reached it, he squeezed my bell
end between his finger and thumb and then rubbed it gently, making swirling
motions with his thumb.  He said, "Not really such a little brother now,
are you, Sebastian?"

I laughed.  I looked a Thomo.  He had an intense expression on his face
again.  He was really studying the movements of our hands.  His cheeks were
a light pink colour.

I felt Gareth's cock beginning to stiffen inside his jeans.  It started to
push against the material, trying to move upwards inside the confines of
his briefs and trousers.  I stroked it gently, feeling the stem growing
gradually harder and becoming thicker.

He said, "I might need to adjust it slightly."  Then he removed his hand
from my crotch and stuffed it down the front of his jeans.  I took my hand
away from him as he fumbled around with his cock.  When he'd moved it into
a less painful position, he grinned at me and said, "Space is at a premium
in there..."

Thomo said, "Well - er - this wasn't really what I was thinking, you guys."

His voice wavered as he spoke like he was tense.

We both looked at him.  He explained: "Yeah.  I - er - well - I was
thinking that your cocks would actually be out of your trousers."

I laughed and said, "I'm not getting my dick out in front of you!"

He said, "What's the problem?  I've seen it before loads of times."

I said, incredulously, "Like when?"

He said, "Jeez, in the bathroom and stuff."

I said, "Yeah but it wasn't hard."

I realised that I'd just implicitly admited that my brother's hand had
given me a stiffie, but Thomo didn't rise to the bait.

He said, "Being hard is no big deal.  I mean, I would be if I was in your
shoes..."

I said, "It's not something I want you to see."

He said, "I'll get mine out too if it makes you feel better."

I stared at him.

Then he said, smiling slightly, "It's pretty hard as well."

I looked at Gareth.  He was really smirking.  He looked like he was loving
every minute of this.  He looked back at me and then shrugged.  He said,
"Whatever..."

I turned back to Thomo and said, "Okay.  You first."

Thomo got up from where he'd been sitting against the wall.  He stood up
and swayed slightly in front of us.  I realised he was very pissed.  That
pleased me: he probably wouldn't remember much about any of this tomorrow
morning.  He grinned and said, "Ready?"

He pulled the zip of his jeans down and then reached inside.  He had to
fiddle around with the material of his underpants before he managed to get
his cock into a position in which he could pull it out through his fly.
When he did so, I could see that it curved upwards and was about six inches
long.  He pulled his foreskin back to fully reveal his dark pink bell end.
His piss slit was wet and looked sticky.  He said, "Quality or what?"

I said, "I think you'd better lock the door."

He said, "Oh fuck," and stumbled drunkenly towards the door, his cock
poking out from his fly.  When he'd locked it, he walked back over to us
and stood, leaning against the wall, with his cock pointing at us like a
gun.  He said, "Right.  Now you guys."

Gareth and I looked at each other, both of us obviously amused by what was
going on.  Gareth said, "Your turn to go first again, I think."

I got up on the bed and kneeled in front of him.  He got up and did the
same in front of me.  He looked at my crotch and said, "Go for it."

I pulled down my zip and reached in for my cock.  It felt as if it was
halfway between hard and soft.  Still quite floppy but feeling thick and
heavy.  I like it when it's that size.  Especially in the showers at the
gym or at the pool.  Other guys glance at it and then look again for a
better view.  I'm quite well-built and when it's in that state, large but
still floppy enough to be seen in a men's changing room, it's a real
eye-turner.

I pulled it out and it hung down in front of my fly, looking about six or
seven inches long in its floppy state.  My foreskin clung to my bell-end,
revealing only a small part of the purple-head.

Thomo said, "You're a lucky man, Seb."

I looked up at Gareth and he pulled down his fly.  He reached into his
jeans and, like Thomo and I before him, fumbled around inside his
underpants to get it out.  I wondered if it would be hard.  I thought that,
since Gareth is probably gay, he would be getting off on this a lot more
that I was.  I was wrong, however.  My brother's dick was in a similar
state to my own.  Roughly the same size as it hung down in front of his
jeans, but with rather more of its dark purple head showing since his
foreskin was pulled back further.

Without comment from Thomo, Gareth reached forward and gripped my dick.  He
held it in his palm for a few seconds, just squeezing it.  Then he moved
his hand into a better position and started gently pulling my foreskin back
until my moist, purple bell-end was completely exposed.  The strong, sharp
smell of it almost immediately hit me: I hoped that Gareth and Thomo
weren't aware of it.

Gareth looked at it for a couple of seconds and then started to roll my
foreskin back to cover my bell-end, squeezing the stem of my cock as he did
so.  It felt good and my cock started to stiffen in response to his
practised hands.

Gareth whispered softly, "Do me, Seb."

I reached over and put my hand around Gareth's cock.  It felt very warm and
the skin was soft and smooth.  I followed his example and squeezed it
gently.  I immediately felt it twitch.

He whispered, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Thomo was within
earshot, "My straight little brother knows what to do..."

I repositioned my hand to get my wrist at a better angle to masturbate him.
Then I tried to pull his foreskin backwards and forewards as he was doing
to me.  My movements felt clumsy and at first I was afraid that I would
hurt him.  But he didn't stop me so I continued.  As I developed a rhythm,
I had the amazing sensation of feeling him lengthen and stiffen in my hand.
That made a big impact on me - to this day I wish that girls' bodies did
something similar that I could physically feel as they got turned on.  It
was really dramatic - even in my state of semi-drunkeness, I really enjoyed
feeling the skin on my brother's cock growing in my hand and feeling it
change from being soft and smooth to being harder and more veined as it
developed in size.

I watched as it rose upwards and outwards, increasing in thickness as it
grew in response to the jerkings of my hand.  I sped up slightly and Gareth
looked at me.  We stared at each other for a few seconds, both of our hands
pulling at each other's dick, and then he smiled.

I looked down at my own cock and saw my brother's hand pulling away at my
foreskin, increasing in pace.  I was by now fully hard and my cock looked
pretty good, six or seven inches of it poking out from the fly of my jeans
and its thick stem curving upwards.  My bell end was growing darker in
colour.  Beads of precum formed at my piss slit before being spread across
the moist head of it by the rapid sweepings of my foreskin in my brother's
hand.

I looked at Gareth's cock.  It was also reaching full hardness, curving
upwards like mine but looking larger and more substantial.  It was
certainly longer than my own - probably by about an inch - and seemed
thicker.  I watched my hand, by now stroking it quickly, pulling his
foreskin backwards and forewards at the rapid speed that I like when I'm
masturbating myself.  It felt similar to my own, but filled my own far more
than my own does.

Then I looked back at Gareth and we stayed like that, kneeling in front of
each other on the bed, jerking each other off, for half a minute or so.  He
smiled at me and I smiled back at him.  Our hands were working to the same
rhythm.  Our breathing was slowly getting faster.

Then he said, starting to pant, "This is... pretty good.  Just like... my
own cock..."

I said, also breathing heavily, "Yeah... but a bit smaller..."

He laughed and said, "Vaginal fluids... inhibit dick growth... not your
fault..."

I said, more seriously, "Is that true?"

He smiled, breathing rapidly.  He said, "Kiss me, Seb."

I leant forward and kissed him again.  Our hands stayed on each others'
cocks, wanking each other at a quickening rate.  Our mouths were more
impatient than before.  My tongue plunged straight into him and he sucked
on it urgently, feasting on it with his own tongue.

It felt so good to be like this with Gareth.  To be kissing him and
pleasuring him while he did the same to me.  I kept thinking about why it
had taken us so long to do this together.  Here I was at twenty years old
discovering a new intimacy with my brother that I could have discovered and
been enjoying for years.  My own heterosexuality felt in no way compromised
by what we were doing: I was by now beginning to enjoy what Gareth and I
were sharing in the context of us being brothers; I didn't want him to be
my girlfriend nor me to be his.

I pulled away from him and looked back down at his cock.  It looked
enormous by now: thick and hard as it curved upwards from the front of his
jeans.  My hand was almost a blur as it moved up and down his stem, tugging
his foreskin backwards and forwards.  The broad, bulbous head of his dick
was covered and uncovered in rapid succession from the rapid, smooth
movements of my hand.  His bell-end was slick with the clear liquid oozing
out from his piss slit and my fingers felt slippy from the drops of it
leaking onto them.

Gareth put his thumb on the head of my cock and swirled it around its
opening.  The sensitivity of my bell-end made me pull back from kissing him
and, closing my eyes and looking upwards, I gasped in pleasure.  I was so
affected by what he was doing that my hand pulled away from his cock.

He said, laughing slightly, "You like that..."

I said, still gasping and recoiling from the sensations his thumb was
giving me, "Oh God... yeah..."

He said, "Thought you would... that's one of my favorites..."

He wrapped his fingers more tightly around the shaft of my dick as his
thumb drew circles on my throbbing, sensitive bell end.  I felt my cock
swelling in his fingers, my pleasure almost uncontainable.

I said, "Oh Jesus... I'm gonna cum..."

I looked at my brother and saw that he was grinning broadly at me as his
hand did its work on my cock.  I looked down to his cock and saw it
pointing up at me, pulsating and swollen to its maximum size.  It's purple
head was shiny, the skin pulled tight as it throbbed.  The piss slit stared
up at me like an eye.

I gasped again: "Oh fuck!"

Thomo said, "Hey, you guys!  Wait a minute..."

Gareth pulled back from me and I relaxed, my arms outstretched in front of
me to support myself.  I panted breathlessly, staring down at the checked
pattern on the duvet cover.  My cock throbbed, demanding that my brother
should spend just a few more seconds to finish what he'd started.

When I'd recovered and pulled myself back from the brink of my orgasm, I
looked over at Thomo.  He stood watching us, his cock in his hand.  His
bell end looked red and inflamed and it was clear that he'd been
masturbating himself as he watched us.

I said, "What?"

He said, "I just - well - I thought -" Then he paused.  He went on, "You
two looked so hot like that..."

I guess Gareth and I just stared at him.

He said, "I mean, I'm not into guys, but - Jeez - you make a good
couple..."  He laughed.

I suppose that Gareth and I had looked good together, kneeling in front of
each other on the bed, jerking each others' cocks.  We're both blond and
tall.  We're both pretty well-built in the trousers department.  I'm pretty
sporty.  He's more academic-looking.  I guess that Thomo was right: we did
go together pretty well.

Then Thomo said, "I just thought - well - you might wanna - you know - go a
bit further."

I said, "I'm not gonna fuck him in front of you..."

I realised that I'd just implied that I might fuck him if we were alone.  I
thought that I probably would like to do that.

I looked at Gareth.  He looked back at me, looking more serious.  Then he
gave me one of his mischeivous smiles.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds.  Gareth and I sat there looking at
each other, both with our hard cocks, still red from each others' fingers,
poking out of our jeans.  Thomo looking at both of us with his smaller and
redder cock in his hand.

Thomo said, "Well - how would you feel about - as brothers - well - kind of
- sucking each other?"

Before I had time to consider what Thomo had said, Gareth said, "No way.
That's a bit too far..."

Thomo looked at me.  I stared at him, thinking about what he'd said.

I said, slowly, considering my words before I said them, "Well, I - I dunno
- I... wouldn't dismiss it so quickly..."

I felt Gareth looking at me intently.  I didn't look back at him.  I was
saying how I felt.  I didn't need to look at him for his support or
otherwise.

I said, "I've always, sort of, wondered what my dick tastes like.  You know
- when girls are sucking it.  So... I guess it would be kind of
interesting..."

Thomo said, in encouragement, "Yeah - 'cos I suppose his dick would taste
pretty much like your own..."

Gareth chuckled.

I turned to look at him.  He was looking at Thomo.  He said, "You wanna see
Seb suck me off then...?"

Thomo said, "Well - I just - sort of wondered if you guys would go that
far..."

Gareth said, "Yeah.  But do you want to see it?  Does it excite you?"  He
was looking intently at Thomo.  Like he was trying to work out what was
going on in the guy's mind.

Thomo said, "I dunno.  I've never done this kind of thing before.  Never
even thought about it.  Except for - you know -"

Gareth said, "What?"

Thomo said, "Well - I suppose I've thought of sisters getting it on
together.  But never brothers..."

Gareth said, "But now you've seen it... what do you think?"

Thomo stared at Gareth for a few seconds.  Then he said, "Well - I dunno.
I guess - well - I suppose I like it..."

Gareth looked over at me.  He said, "You really wanna do this, Seb?"

I said, "It'd be kind of interesting..."

I looked down at Gareth's cock and saw that it was partially limp.  It
still stood outwards from his jeans but was pointing downwards, as if
studying the duvet cover rather than staring at me as it had done a minute
earlier.

Thomo said, "I kind of -" He cleared his throat.  "I kind of envy you.  I'd
love to do this kind of thing to know what my dick tastes like..."

I leaned downwards towards Gareth's cock.  While remaining in a kneeling
position, he straightened his body to bring his cock upwards towards my
face.

He said, "If you hate it, just stop.  I won't be bothered."

I stared at my brother's semi-erect cock, hanging downwards in front of me.
Looking fat and heavy poking out from his jeans.  A little red and sore
near the base where his zip had rubbed against the skin.

I moved my face towards it.  I could smell it.  The large red head, now
looking shrivelled, smelt of his precum.  A sharp, musky and distinctly
masculine odour that I recognised as very similar to that which comes from
my own cock when it's hard.

I said, "Smells good."

Gareth said, "Are you being funny?"

I looked up at him.  He looked kind of offended.  Like I was mocking his
cock.  Like I'd do that.

I said, "No.  It does smell good.  A bit like my dick.  Kind of - well - I
suppose 'familiar' would be a better word."

He didn't say anything.

I returned to his cock and moved my hand out to hold it.  It felt soft
again.  Warm and smooth.  A very attractive feeling.

I gently stroked it.  It twitched a bit as if in approval.  I thought about
how cool it had been to feel it developing in size in my hand.  I wanted it
to do the same thing in my mouth.

I moved my face down to it and gently licked my brother's bell end.
Despite the smell from it, I found that it had only a slight taste.  It
definitely wasn't at all pissy as I'd expected, and it lacked the sharp
pungency of a woman's pussy.  Just a subtle, fairly pleasant taste that I'd
never experienced before.  The taste of cock, I guess.  Well, better than
that: the taste of my brother's cock.

It twitched again and I lifted it upwards so that I could take Gareth's
bell-end into my mouth.  Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware of
Thomo's hand starting to pull slowly on his own cock as he watched us.

I felt the stem of Gareth's cock starting to lengthen as I took the head of
it into my mouth.  It felt good to be doing this to him.  Just as I had
earlier, I wondered why I had never done this before.  It seemed like a
natural gift that I could give him.  Something we should have been sharing
together as we grew up.

I felt his bell-end enlarging in my mouth, swelling in thickness and
pushing its way further towards the back of my mouth.  I tried to take some
of the rapidly stiffening rod of his cock into me but found that he was too
big: I felt like I was going to gag.  I moved my head upwards to follow the
rising of Gareth's lengthening cock, noticing how it was curving upwards
again and how the veins were starting to protrude from the skin of its
stem.

I contented myself with licking and sucking at his bell-end.  It was almost
fully engorged.  It throbbed in my mouth, feeding me precum which dribbled
onto my tongue and tasted salty.

Gareth murmured, "Oh yeah.  God..."

I played with the swollen head of his cock with my tongue.  Moving my head
towards and away from it, developing a rhythm.  I felt his broad hands
holding my head.  His thumbs played with my ears.  Then his fingers moved
down to tickle the short, sensitive hairs on the back of my neck.

I was aware of Thomo's hand on his own cock, a blur of motion as he
frantically jerked himself to the sight of the two of us brothers at our
most intimate.

I reached up and held the stem of Gareth's stiff, hot cock, squeezing it
while I played with his bell-end in my mouth.  Then I started to jerk it a
bit.  I felt like I was pumping it, milking the copiously-flowing precum
out of it and onto my tongue.  I felt like I was feeding from him.  My
older brother feeding me from his stiff, rod-like cock.

I heard Gareth panting and he started pushing his dick further into my
mouth and pulling it out.  Very quickly.  Developing a fast, rhythm and
making short strokes so as not to make me gag.  Holding my head more firmly
in his hands and pushing his fingers down my neck so that they were under
the neckline of my teeshirt.

Then I felt splashes of a thick, hot liquid on the side of my face and
realised that Thomo was cumming onto me.  He was gasping and kept saying,
"Shit, shit, shit..."

I pulled back from sucking Gareth.

Thomo put his other hand in front of him and caught the last few squirts of
his thick, milky semen with it.

He said, "Jesus.  Sorry you guys.  I'm so fucking sorry.  I didn't feel it
coming... I just... fuck..."

I laughed.  I wiped some of Thomo's cum away from my cheek.  I was worried
about it getting into my eye.  I'm kind of weird on eye-stuff.

He kept apologising and swearing.

Gareth got up and reached for a clean teeshirt out of his rucksack.  He
wiped the splashes of Thomo's cum from his cock and then threw Thomo the
teeshirt so that he could clean himself up.

I said, "I've got tissues - somewhere."

Thomo kept muttering stuff.

I said, "It's no big deal, Thomo."

He said, "It's so fucking embarrassing..."

Gareth said, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans, "Jeez, it
happens all the time."

I said, "Maybe to you, Gazza."

He looked at me and smiled.  Then he said, "Yeah.  I guess it doesn't
happen too often when you're with a girl, does it...?!"

Thomo undid his belt and button, and opened the front of his trousers to
adjut his boxer briefs and put away his cock.  He said he was going to go
but Gareth persuaded him to have another can.

I was still cleaning up.  I'd taken most of the brunt of Thomo's explosion
and it took me a few minutes to wipe it off my neck and clean up my
teeshirt with a damp face cloth.  I realised, while the two of them were
opening the last two cans and pouring a share of the beer into the one I'd
been drinking, that my cock was still flopping out from the front my jeans
and I discretely tucked it away.

Then I got back onto the bed with Gareth, both of us sitting side-by-side
and facing Thomo who was leaning against the wall, and the three of us
chatted some more.  Stuff about heavy metal.  Why Gareth liked it.

At about half past two, Thomo fell asleep against the wall, his body
outstretched on the floor.

Gareth and I, careful not to wake him, pulled off our teeshirts and jeans
and got into the bed together.  Neither of us offered to sleep on the
floor.  After what we'd just done together, it would have seemed prissy.

It was a tight squeeze for us, though.  Two pretty big guys in a single
bed.  Gareth lay on his back next to the wall.  I got in next to him and
lay on my back.  We lay like that for ages.  I kept thinking about what
we'd done and how easy it had been for me to do it.  How it had seemed to
be a natural and belated development in our relationship as brothers.  And
how I had had no pangs of guilt for Kaz: my intimacy with Gareth was on a
totally different and unconnected level from my intimacy with her.

I thought about how nice my brother's cock had tasted and how good it had
felt to have his bell-end filling my mouth.  I remembered the sensation of
it, pushing and pulsating, swelling and oozing precum onto my tongue.  My
cock started to get hard again.  I wanted to do more with him.

But then I heard him make a soft snoring sound.  His breathing was deep.
He was out of it.

I rolled over towards him onto my side.  I put my arm over him and gently
carressed his chest.  It felt smooth and soft.  Fine hairs sprouted from
the middle of it, between his pecs.

He moaned and turned over away from me onto his side.  I held him like I
would a girl.  My erection pressed through the two layers of cotton of each
of our briefs and into one of the cheeks of his arse.  It felt soft and
warm.

I held him like that and, still hard, drifted off to sleep.

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