Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:18:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Smith <smithma81@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming Out to My Brother 2: A Lesson From My Brother

Author's note: This story is true, and it contains depictions of sexual
acts between adults and minors. If easily offended or if it is illegal to
read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so
by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not
be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the
author.  smithma81@yahoo.com

This should be my only two parter, but I thought I ended "Coming Out to My
Brother" at a spot that seemed appropriate for a coming out story.  This is
what happened afterward.

Refresher:

I'm 18 as I write this story, but the story takes place when I (Matt) was
14 years old and my brothers were 23 and 20

My 23 year old brother, Paul, was a lineman on his high school football
team, and was always very athletic.  He's about 5' 9", light brown close
cropped hair, tan skin, lightly fuzzy chest, large mesmerizing nipples, and
beautiful grayish, blue eyes.  I don't know how much he weighs, but he's
muscular with just enough extra padding to keep him from having a six pack
or "vascular" arms, if you know what I mean.  And he always seemed to have
a little stubble on his face.  All around, he was a real man's man.

My 20 year old brother, Jason, was leaner than Paul but still toned with
muscle.  He was a swimmer and had that swimmer's build (and a decent
six-pack).  He's about 6', dark brown hair which is hair was a little
longer than Paul's but still pretty high and tight, average skin coloring,
hairless (since he was a swimmer), and the same grayish, blue eyes as Paul.


A Lesson from my Brother (Coming Out Part 2)

I had just confessed to Paul that I was gay and that I thought he was hot.
Not only was he fine with it, but he was very flattered.

I looked at him, "Is it going to change anything between us as far as...you
know," I asked.

"Helping each other out?  No!  I don't get laid often enough. And I'm
honored you enjoy helping me out."

I smiled.  "I don't just enjoy it.  I love it."  I blushed a little. "I
wish we did it more often."

Paul smiled.  "Then take your shirt off, bro." he said.

My heart started to pound and I pulled my shirt off over my head.  Paul
reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants for me.  The blood was
flowing to my dick and I grabbed his crotch.

"Woa, there, man!" he said, and took my hand off.

I was caught by surprised.  This is how the game went.  "I--I thought--"

"You gotta learn to slow down, man.  You don't have to get off in 5 minutes
or less.  Sometimes it's nice to enjoy the journey."  He leaned in until
his nose almost touched mine.  His blue eyes bore into mine.  "Do you know
how to kiss?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said.

"Try one."  I leaned in and pressed my lips against his for a second.  They
were so soft and moist.  It was so hot, I was starting to get dizzy with
excitement.  "Not bad," he said, "But next time, try it like this..." His
hand came around to the base of my skull has he pulled me in.  His lips
pressed firmly against mine, and then his mouth began to open.  I did the
same immediately, and the next thing I new, his tongue was slowly sliding
it's way in to my mouth.

I really was getting dizzy by this point.  I had never had such an erotic
moment in my life.  This went beyond the awesome feeling of an orgasm.
This was like breaking down any barriers that had ever come close to
existing between us for any reason at all.  I felt like we were truly and
deeply connected with him, and even now, I can't imagine a better feeling
than that.

His tongue rolled around my mouth.  I decided to try to do the same with
him.  I slid my tongue into his mouth and flicked it against his as I
rolled my tongue around inside his warm moist mouth.  After a second, I
realize he had just sucked on my tongue.  He did it so casually, but it
sent even more waves of ecstasy through me.  I did the same to him, but
held it longer than he had with me.  He groaned ever so quietly.

Without even thinking, my hand went straight for his hot pecs and I began
to rub hand freely through his chest hair and around his nipples.  He
pulled away from kissing my lips and began kissing down the side of my neck
and down my chest and then back up the other side.  After a moment he
stopped himself, "Would you rather suck or get sucked?" he asked.

I paused and looked at him, "Could we do both?" I asked sheepishly.

"You mean sixty-nine it or flip-flop?"

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Flip-flop would be one of us goes first and then after the other comes we
switch.  Sixty-nining, we both suck at the same time."

I was intrigued.  "How do you go at the same time?"

"You lay down next to each other, you head it my crotch and mine in yours.
Then we suck each other's cocks."

I was intrigued.  "Could we sixty-nine it then?" I asked.

"Sure.  Stand up."  I did, and he pulled my pants down and helped me out of
them, then he pulled my boxers to the floor and chuckled when my hard-on
bounced out.  Then he stood up, and I pulled his pants down.  I hesitated
when I saw they weren't boxerbriefs he was wearing, but briefs.  He should
have never worn anything else.  These were PERFECTLY fitted, Hanes briefs
that accented his body like no other.  As I pulled his pants to the floor I
paused and just stared at him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I thought you wore tapered boxers," I said.  He laughed as he realized I
paid that much attention.

"Not when I go to work out.  I don't like things bouncing around.  I was
about to go before we started here.  Do you not like them?"

I was transfixed, "Do me a favor, never wear anything else?"

He laughed.  "Why?"

"Because I seriously think I'm about to pop a load just looking at you
right now.  They are so gorgeous on you," I said.

Paul smiled.  "Thanks," he said.  I just stood there another few minutes
soaking in the most perfect image I had ever seen.  Hard couldn't explain
the state of my cock.  My head was truly spinning as the blood pounded
through my dick.

Paul reached out started to put his hand around it.  The sensation of his
hand on my rock hard boner sent me jumping back a step.  Paul put his hands
on my shoulders, "You need to sit down," he said and guided me to the head
of the bed.  "All you alright?"

I leaned back against the headboard.  I could barely breath as the muscles
in my body began to seize up.  Before I knew what was going on, something
that had never happened before started.  My dick lifted off my stomach and
stream after stream of hot jizz started shooting out of it.  I hadn't
touched it or anything, but I was having the best orgasm of my life.
String after string of cum hit my face, my chest, and my stomach and all I
could do was ride the wave of ecstasy that surged through every tensing
muscle in my body.

I don't know how long it lasted (though I'm sure it wasn't as long as it
felt), but when it was done, I was exhausted.

I opened my eyes, and Paul was walking back in the room.  I didn't even
know he'd left.  He had a washcloth in hand (still no pants ;) and he came
over next to me, gently bent down next to my side of the bed, and started
wiping the cum off of me.  I looked at him, deep into his eyes.  "I'm
sorry," I whispered.

"For what?" he asked.

I couldn't think.  Somehow, though, it was a little embarrassing to have
jizzed like that for no apparent reason.  "For exploding without really
doing anything.  I think I was just so tense and nervous already about
talking to you...and then the sight of you in your new underwear...it was
all too much," I said.

Paul smiled.  "It's okay, man.  Don't worry about it.  It doesn't bother
me.  I just got a little worried when I saw you go all white like that.  I
was afraid something was wrong."

For the first time since I got home, I laughed.  "I think all the blood was
in my dick," I laughed.

"Well, you're better now, so you better sit up and suck me off.  There's no
way you're getting off and I'm not," he joked.

I nodded.

He stood up and started to pull his briefs down.  "No," I said, "Let me."

I leaned in and began kissing his dick slowly through his briefs.  Slowly,
I gave his member a little peck from its head, which kept trying to get
away as his dick grew larger.  When it finally hardened completely, I
pulled his waistband down just enough to expose his head and then flicked
my tongue against it.  Then I licked all down his shaft through his briefs.
"Fuck, man!  You're torturing me."

I looked at him and grinned, "You said take it slow."

"Shit!  I know, but..." he flexed his knees slightly and straightened them
again, "I'm going weak here, man."

I reached around and kneaded his ass like dough before I wrapped my fingers
over his waistband and started to pull his underwear down.  The last thing
I made sure to uncover, was his dick.

When it finally bounced into view, I could see he was already dribbling
some pre-cum.  I liked it up with my tongue.  He flinched.

I reached back around and began to massage his ass with both hands as I
kissed his blood filled cock head.  Before I could stop him, his hand came
around behind my head and shoved me down until my nose was buried in his
pubes.  I started sucking and sucking and sucking.  After a moment he let a
loud moan and hot jizz went flowing down my throat.  I didn't let up.  I
kept kneading his ass and sucking more and more.  The sweetness of his cum
now filled my mouth and the warm goo started running down my chin.

I continued to suck until he started to go soft, then he pulled out and
dropped back on the bed.  "You're gonna make some guy really lucky someday,
man.  REALLY lucky."

Part of my heart sank.  I guess secretly I had always hoped things would
never change and that we'd always live together and take care of each
other.  That one phrase said it all though.  Paul still wanted to get
married and have kids and all that.  Still, until that happened, we had
each other.

"I wish it was you," I admitted despite knowing otherwise.

He pulled up his briefs and smiled.  "You know, Matt. So do I."  There was
a note of resigned sadness in his voice, as if he truly wanted to feel that
way about me but also knew he couldn't quite muster it.  "But we're still
brothers, and we'll still help each other out," he said with a smile.  I
smiled back.

"I'll take it."  I sat up wrapped my arms around him and laid on his chest.
"So what about always wearing briefs?" I asked.

He chuckled, "I don't like wearing them all the time, but whenever I get
back from the gym, instead of changing, I'll just hang out in my briefs the
rest of the day.  Does that work?"

I rubbed his chest with my hand.  "That'll work. Thank you."  We just held
each other for a few minutes until I finally asked, "Hey, what do you think
Jason will think of all of this?" I asked.

Paul sat up and looked at me almost as if he were hurt.  "You don't trust
us, Matt.  Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just asked that the same way you asked when you thought I'd have a
problem with it.  It won't make any difference, man.  Well, Jason's a bit
more of a horn-dog than me, so you'll probably get even more requests for
help from him," he said with a chuckle.

I sat up too.  "How do I tell him?"

Paul smiled.  "Look, if you don't want to make a big deal of it, then I'll
tell him when he gets home.  But I can promise you he'll just shrug and
say, `OK'."  He lifted my chin with his finger and looked into my eyes,
"Ok?"

I smiled, "Ok."

"Now get dressed and go to the kitchen for lunch.  I know you don't eat
shit at school."

Paul did as he promised.  He spent the rest of the day just hanging out in
his briefs, and when Jason got home, Paul slid the news of my homosexuality
into the conversation like it was nothing, and Jason just shrugged and
said, "Ok," and then looked at me with a mischievous grin.  I knew I'd be
playing around with him fairly soon.

If you liked my story, give me a heads up at sithma81@yahoo.com