Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:56:35 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Davey's Different After Juvey, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Gay Incest

++If you are under 18 years of age, you ought to be outside skating, not
here starting at this screen that will shortly display at story that is
only for my readers who are over 18.  Take a hint...KID!


My brother Davey has been the problem of the family.  Maybe if my pop had
lived, he would have straightened him out.  It isn't that he is a real
criminal, but he has sure done stuff to get him in real trouble.

Davey was 16 when he got picked up for selling weed behind the school.  In
Missouri, that's a real problem.  They got him with the stuff and his best
friend ratted on him.

My Mon and I watched the trial in Juvenile Court.  Davey dropped his cocky,
tough boy act and he held Mom tightly and cried like a baby before they led
him away to serve his six-month sentence.

I took three buses to visited him.  "Hi Little Brother," he said with more
friendliness than he had ever shone before.  Usually he was a total shit,
knocked me around and actually stole ten dollars I was saving for a skate-
board.  He totally abused me physically and verbally, just because I was a
good son to Mom.

He actually bumped fists with me in a friendly way and introduced me to one
of his buddies who was in the visitor's room with his girl friend, trying
to rub off on her, hoping the guard didn't see it.  "Hey Blackie, meet my
bro Sam.  He brought some cake from home and two bottles of cock that he
carried all the way on two buses."

"Three buses," I corrected.

"That's really sweet Sammy boy, you must lak yur bro, I know I do."

There was something fishy about Blackie, but I had to admit he was a really
hot guy.  He was tall, maybe six feet four, his tight tee shirt wrapped
around big chest muscles and his narrow waist and protruding ass was a real
nice feature.  I admire perky asses.  I wondered if my brother got it on
with him, I had heard that guys do take up with other guys because.,..well,
you can't go without for too long or your balls fall off.

It was hard to imagine Davey being anything but straight and tough.  He
sure looked it with his young fuzzy beard and heavy eyebrows, and just the
way he swaggered with he walked.  'Sides all that, he always had a chick or
two to fuck anytime he had a notion to.

He didn't know about me.  What about you, you're asking? Well the last year
my best friend Sean and I have sort of experimenting with boy/boy sex and
he sure loves it as much as I do.  Now I don't hold with the idea that one
boy has the wife part and the other the man part, not us, we do it equally.
What mean is that we both suck and we both fuck.  Now you have it.  If
Davey ever knew about that, he'd beat the shit outta me.

So what I'm trying to say is that when Davey came home after his six
months, he seemed changed.  How changed?  Well, it's not obvious, but for
instance he is shaved clean and his dirty longish hair is cut kinda
school-boy style.  Personally, with his reduced eyebrows he looks a bit
like a hustler.

I am careful not to dress or act in the tip-off ways of a fag.  No, I'm a
top ball player at school, am always seen with the prettiest girls and talk
tough-like, out of the side of my mouth.

When Davey got undressed that first night, I noticed for the first time
that he had a great body.  He must have worked out plenty in Jail.  And his
skin, no more pimples, his whole body was smooth and glossy, but of course,
he still had those muscular hairy legs, and lots of pit and pubic hair.  He
was a dark brunet while I was a blond..  He was quite a babe.  And with his
new softer voice and gentlemanly ways, you could bring him home to meet the
folks anytime.

Davey sat on his bed and pulled off the shoes they gave him when he left.
They were black lace up, like policeman's shoes.  I expect they would end
up in the trash tomorrow and he'd be back to his dirty sneakers.

He was looking at me.  That made me uncomfortable, especially when I got
down to my skivvies.  "You got nice hair, bro."

He was referring to my blond hair that girls admired.  I styled in so that
he fell over my forehead and brought out my bright blue eyes.  With those
eyes I could shit anybody to do what I want.

"Nice shape too.  You work out?"

"Naw, it's just from sports and swimming."

"You still see that guy Sean?"

Whoa, siren ringing my ears.  Something getting too close to my closet.
"Well yes, sometimes.  What you ask?"

"I kinda thought he could be a little swishy sometimes.  He might be a nice
friend to have, you know, benefits and all."

"Now David Knowlton," using his full name, like they did at court, "You
trying to find out if I fool with guys.  The only reason you'd ask if that
you been fudge packing in Juvey, or cock sucking.  Have you been?"

"Fuck you, I'm beat.  Goodnight."

So the whole thing was up in the air...unresolved, as they say in girly
novels.

The next morning I woke up knowing that someone was sitting on the end of
my bed.  I purposely cracked my eyelids a small amount to see what I could
see.  There was bro, pulling on his big cock, his mouth was open and his
eyes closed.  The fucker was enjoying the sight of me.

I stirred a little.  He put his pecker away, but of course you could see
the big bulge there anyways.  "Hey Lil' Sammy, how'd you like to pleasure
me a little with your baby soft mouth?"

"Are you kidding.  You think I'm a fruit.  Call your asshole buddy Blackie,
I bet he's out of the jug now."

"Aw come on, just a little lick.  I won't tell no one."

"Tell you what Davey.  You are pretty dishy, and you are my dear brother
although I gag at saying it since you were such a shit to me when I was
growing up, I am willing to make a deal with you."

He brightened up.  I bet his cock jumped at the prospect of my sucking him
off.  "Deal?  Yeah, what deal?"

"You do me, then I do you."

That rocked him.  I think he was a bitch to Blackie and he didn't want to
fall into that role with me, but he was hurtin'.  He stared at me a long
time.  Finally he let out a deep breath.  "You know I wuz pretty popular in
the joint.  I could get anything outa the guys if'n I let them swing on my
joint."

"And then you met your protector, Blackie, and he made you his bitch.  I
understand, don't sweat it.  Get on the stick.  Make me feel good."

I lay back down on the bed and he straddled my upper legs and looked down
at my long thin cock that was, at this moment, jumping with joy at the
prospect of a good morning blowjob.  I put my arms behind my head and let
the morning BO (boy odor) waft to me and my brother who was at this moment
beginning to sigh over seeing my sharply curved prick waving at him.

He tightened his hold on my thighs with his hairy strong legs.  I enjoyed
the feel, like I was a horse to be ridden.  But he was more into my prick
than I thought.  This boy was hooked on cock.  He leaned in and gave my
prick a long wet lick with his oversized tongue.  I grunted, but he moaned
softly.  The boy was going into orbit and his mouth was dripping spit.

I called out sharply, "Davey boi, get to it.  I know you want to swallow my
tasty prong and suck out the warm spooge.  You love the taste, don't you?
I got a sac full of warm stuff for you.  Go get it"

He seemed to love my hot talking down to him.  He was sighing loudly and
sucking nicely in a real fine cadence.  Oh shit, he was really good at
this.  In a while I was making grunting sounds and my upper legs with
lifting to push deeper into him.  I felt that paralysis in my legs as my
orgasm was moving upward from my toes to my balls and into my prick.  I
began rubbing his hair, messing up his boyish styling, and I was calling
his name as I tumbled into my cum.  What really got me off was that he took
my cock deep in his throat and he fucked me with his throat muscles.

"I'm fucking cumming, Bro take it, it's all for you."

But I couldn't talk as this orgasm was so intense I almost blanked out for
a moment.  When I came back to myself, I grinned at Davey, who looked like
he was half out of it.  "I guess I better pay the bill," I said ruefully,
but Davey blushed and looked ashamed and pointed at my belly.  There was
six big blobs of creamy, brother cum shimmering there.

"Why you hot son of a bitch, my heavy cum got you off too.  That was sweet.
Tell you what, lick it off, see who's got the best taste."

Well in the days that followed, Davey was real quiet around me.  I guess I
really had the upper hand but he wasn't let this happen again.....yeah, if
you believe that, I got a bridge over a dry gulch to sell ya.

End Part One

You'll enjoy part two with Blackie and my buddy Sean.  There should be
enough sperm spewing to sink a battleship.  See ya.