Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 00:48:37 EST
From: M
Subject: Coming Home

I could feel him there.  Lying in the dark next to me.  Not in the tactile
sense, rather with the very essence of my being.  I wanted to know the rush
and the joy of holding his body next to mine and feel the heat of his
passion as he made love to me.  The shock and revulsion of his being my
brother only added to the powerful stirrings that had made my body alive
with crackling energy.  We lay, almost "spooning," he on his side facing
away from me.  Although I could not see him through the darkness, in my
mind's eye I pictured his broad shoulders as they melded from his powerful
back to his rounded ass covered only by a thin sheath of cotton.  I had not
seen him in such a state of undress since he and I were children.

He was always a beautiful child, golden hair the color of Indian summer,
and soft brown eyes that looked like warm velvet.  In my ever dimming
memories he was angelically innocent.  As I was eight years older than he,
I had already left home when he began to hit puberty.  Once I was gone, I
rarely looked back and only talked to him on the telephone on very seldom
occasions.  I kept seeing in my mind this cherub faced little boy who was
my brother and couldn't reconcile him to the hot man that laid next to me.
It was as if his childhood seemed light years away and as I pondered his
innocence, my raging hard on assured me that this was no child next to me.

His breath was steady and slow, almost hypnotic.  I was quite sure that he
was asleep.  I cautiously pulled the thick comforter down and away from our
chests.  In the darkness I could barely see the outline of his broad back.
In my head I heard the thunderous drumming of my heart pounding.  My
conscience screaming for me to pull up the covers and just go to sleep.
Yet I could not force myself to abandon the effort to at least look at him.
He sighed and rolled to his back.  As I lay perched above him, our
shoulders touched slightly and his arm brushed my left nipple with the
slightest of pressures.  If there had been any doubt in me that I must go
through with this, it was removed by the incredible sensation.

His strong hands rested on his taut abdomen, and through the window as the
clouds revealed the moon, the moonlight revealed a mound of cotton that
rose gracefully from the line of soft hair that kissed its way down his
stomach.  The soft rise gave great promise to what lie underneath. In its
sensual soft state it looked as if there might be a rather large package in
there.  I laid my right hand at his hip as cautiously I watched for a
reaction upon his face.  The intensity of that stare alone could have
awakened him.  My hand increased almost imperceptibly the pressure against
his hip.  The flesh was so warm that it felt like the temperature in the
rest of the room suddenly dropped 20 degrees.  I began to shiver slightly.
I leveraged my elbow on my own hip so that should he wake up, the position
of my hand, although awkward for him, might not seem unnatural.  Slowly I
slid my fingertips to the top of his hip bone. At each breath I would stop
and wait to see if there was any reaction in his face.  When there was
none, I would move another fraction of an inch. It seemed that an eternity
went by; me with my eyes glued to his face, my hand almost nonmoving yet
ever closer to his cock.

I reached a spot near his cock that the support below his underwear dipped
and I knew that I was almost to the point where I could touch his member.
My mind was ready to shut down from sensory overload, my dick was ready to
explode from prolonged arousal.  Finally my finger felt the rise in his
underwear, as the cotton rose above his hips, my mind and hand came to the
same exciting conclusion: Not only was that cock big, it was now hard.  I
pulled my hand away slightly in shock and tore my eyes from his face.  His
cock had snaked upwards and there was a fat cockhead lying 3 inches above
the elastic waistline of his underwear.  I again looked at his face, It was
the picture of serene sleep.  Although his breath had deepened, it was
still slow and steady.  He must have been having an erotic dream I thought.

Now with more caution than ever, I slid my hand over his dick and gave it a
gentle squeeze.  He took a deep breath and went back to his rhythmic
patter.  I measured the length of the base of his cock to the tip with my
fingers.  I couldn't reach from one to the other.  My fingers found their
way to his balls.  They were firm and the size of limes.  Working my way
back up to his cock head I heard him moan softly.  I froze.  My heart
seized and leapt into my throat.  I looked at his face, his eyes were still
closed.  Yet his lips were wet as if he had just licked them.  The whole
picture was enough to tempt a saint.  Resolutely I hooked my thumb in the
elastic of his shorts.  If I got busted now, then so be it. I simply had to
taste the slick precum that had pooled in his belly button.  I slowly
stretched his underwear and slid my hand inside.  I grabbed the man cock
that I had once washed and powdered.  He was definitely no longer a little
boy.  I jacked his dick up and down a few times, again he moaned and as I
looked at his face the was almost a smile upon his lips. I sat up over him
and lowered my head to his groin.  His musky scent shoved me over the edge
as I licked a drop of precum that threatened to fall from his cock.  He
sighed heavily and slid his hand behind me.  I took his cock into my mouth
relishing in the sweet taste of his juice.  He let out a huge sigh.  I
wanted to suck this cock better than any cock I had sucked before in my
life.  I wanted to make him know that it was the greatest feeling that he
could experience and perhaps make myself realize it had been no mistake.

My mouth locked tightly on his member, and I took it halfway to the root.
His hand came to rest on my back and I knew that he definitely knew what
was happening.  I slid the head down my throat as my lips ground into the
hair at the bottom of his cock.  His velvety balls tickled my nose.  I was
shocked that I could take that much cock into my mouth without gagging.  I
seemed the most natural thing in the world.  I pulled my self up the length
to the head and again I went to the bottom.  Again and again just sliding
slowly up and down his dick.  His meat hardened and throbbed in my throat.
My hand squeezed his balls and again he moaned.

"Oh Yessss" He said as I felt his throbbing increase.

I pulled off of his meat and slid my hand to his cock.  I jacked it a few
times.  Finally I looked at his face.  His eyes were now open and he looked
at me with a semi shocked, semi pleasured look of absolute glazed lust that
made me hot.  I leaned back to my side and continued jacking his dick.  He
rolled over facing me.  Without hesitance, he reached down and squeezed my
cock. He fumbled with it and I knew that the only cock he had ever touched
was his own.

"Nice one, Bud, I didn't know you was no faggot." He said, "Never had that
done before, It felt purty good, you aint done are you?" I answered him by
smiling at him and squeezing his cock.  I placed his hand back on my dick.
"I don't know if I can do that to you Bud, what's it like?"  I told him
that if his curiosity got the better of him he could find out by trying it,
if not there were other ways of satisfying me.  With that I flipped around
with my feet to the top of the bed and went back to work on his dick. At
first I figured this would be a "trade" situation, and the best that I
could hope for was to bring myself to a thunderous climax and dream of the
possibilities.

Tentatively he started touching my cock.  Marveling at the cock that was so
very much like his own.  And with each ever more bold caress he was
bringing sensations to me that made me fight to keep from cumming. I
sensed, rather than saw or felt him lean down and smell then lick his
finger.  He lowered his head to my crotch and just looked at my dick as he
jacked it.  His hot breath was driving me insane.  Suddenly my cock was
engulfed by the soft moistness of his mouth.  An almost electrical jolt
shot through my body and I stiffened and fought off the orgasm that
threatened to stop him from his task.  He started sliding up and down my
dick in an awkward, yet enthralling way.  I went back to work slicking up
his cock.  If he was willing to try that, I really had some surprises for
him.

His hands left my cock and found their way over my body, up my back, across
the fur on my legs, and eventually came to rest on my ass.  Then they
stopped, my initial thought was that he did not know where to go from
there.  I placed my hands on his ass and traced the cleft from his back to
his balls.  He shuddered at the new sensations.  His teeth clamped onto my
cock.  Pulling myself from his mouth before he could "re-circumsize" me I
licked his balls, and slid my finger over his puckered asshole.  He
stiffened, before he could tell me to stop, I slid my tongue into the crack
of his ass.  He almost climbed the headboard, yet he didn't even think of
asking me to stop.  My hand returned to his cock as my tongue slipped just
inside and back out of his quivering asshole.

"Jesus Christ, I've never felt anything that incredible in my life!"  He
said, a little too loudly, and realizing that our parents were still just
down the hall.

"Oh my God, do it again bro" he begged.  I again clamped my lips to his
fuck hole and started lubricating it up.  To say that he was in new
territory is like saying that the Space Shuttle is kinda like a plane.
When I slid a finger into his ass and found his prostate as I again
deepthroated his cock, Both he and his shuttle blasted off.  Loads of thick
cum started hammering the back of my throat.  I gulped as quickly as I
could and still managed to lose some of his load.  He was shooting so hard
that It tickled my throat and burned my nose enough to make my eyes water.
His ass clenched around my finger and his ass cheeks clamped into veritable
rocks.  His body began to convulse and shake.  It was his first earthquake.
I shot over his chest and stomach, stringing cum from his shoulder to my
face.  It was like what I conceive riding a bronco to be.  Waves of
electricity convulsed from him and through me leaving us both in a waning
pool of helpless flesh.

We lay there like that for what seemed to be hours.  In reality it was much
shorter, but time was the least of our concerns at that moment.  Finally he
began to caress my leg that was now across his heaving chest.  I ran my
hand through the mixture of our juices.  He laughed in a low soft rasp.

"Looks like you made a mess.  Now what?"  I placed my finger, slick with
our juices to his lips.  He took it in his mouth and sucked them from it.
I began to lick my cum from his body as he did the same from mine.  We
worked our way to each other's lips and just sat exploring each other's
mouths.  Again our cocks were hardening, the fire in our soul igniting, and
for a moment, we were more than lovers and more than brothers.  We were
one.