Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 08:49:07 -0400
From: C Williams <me2_55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother's Frustrations

Brother's Frustrations
By C
Email me2_55@hotmail.com

*Some fiction, fantasy; mostly truth.

M/M


	I am the youngest of three sons. Both my brothers have long gone
but I have some memories of them and their frustrations.

	The earliest I remember these frustrations was around 9-10 years of
age.

	Like most people in those days that had low to moderate income, we
didn't have air conditioning, and when we got it, we rationed it. It was
not uncommon in Florida to have long, hot, muggy nights. So as soon as you
got your bath you just sat around in your underwear and that is the way you
went to bed.

	Being 9-10 years old you don't necessarily think too much about
your dick at that point unless you happen to rub against it in bed or
something.  However, it was after I would go to bed that the fun began.

	I don't recall this happening with my older brother but I can
definitely remember the younger of the two bringing home his frustrations.

	As many young teen boys and girls are prone to do, they come home
sexually frustrated after not getting some pussy or cock on a date. Well my
brother, about 16-17 years old, would come home that way often.

	He always thought I was asleep but generally I wasn't. If I was
dozed off, it didn't take long to wake up.

	Anyway, my brother would try to be quiet, sneaking into the room at
night.  I would be lying their in just my little briefs with my tiny ass in
the air.  He would ease onto the bed with his 6'1 frame and I could smell
his breath on my neck. He had a unique breath odor but I don't ever recall
the odor of alcohol or drugs. When he got on top of me he would be naked
from what I could tell. He would reach under my little hips and pull my
underwear down.  I don't ever really recall him reaching for my dick or
playing with it at all. What he did next I can recall as vividly as if it
were yesterday.

After he pulled my underwear down to about mid-thigh or so, he would stick
his hot dick along the ridge or crease of my tiny ass. He would rub it back
and forth; sometimes even wetting it with his saliva if it wasn't wet
enough already. He would then rub back and forth holding my little ass
until he came.

Many nights I would think I had wet the bed and never realized that my
brother had come on me and the bed. Of course, mother never said anything
about the sheets either.

What I realized many years later was that my brother came home without
getting pussy, hand-job or blowjob, and was so horny, the first thing he
saw when he walked in the bedroom was my delicious young and tight ass on
my twin bed next to his.

I think if I had had a younger brother I would have done the same thing. No
doubt I would have went even further by playing with his little dick,
eating his ass and probably sucking his dick and fucking his mouth.

My brother went into the Air Force a couple of years later and he never
returned to play with my hot ass.

I am longing for that enjoyment because I am frustrated.