Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 18:22:43 -0700
From: MK Wan <mkwan90029@gmail.com>
Subject: Gary's Way

If it's illegal to read this stuff where you are, don't!  It contains
incest between brothers t/t

Gary's Way

     It started out as a punishment. My brother would force me to hold his
dick in mouth for any infraction, real or imagined, even for reasons as
nebulous as my showing unsubstantiated signs of "disrespecting" him. When
it started I was too humiliated and ashamed to report to my parents just
what was involved in Gary's current disciplinary regime. Oh, they knew that
he would frequently beat me up but they seemed to chalk that up to "boys
will be boys" and some vague expectation that it would "toughen me up" or
that I'd eventually best him in combat. Gary was a superb actor and had
them completely fooled into thinking I was just an exaggerating whiner who
was resentfully jealous of my older brother's popularity and
accomplishments. They had no clue and I realized pretty early on that they
both considered that it was not an essential part of their parenting duties
to protect me from my brother's frequent outbursts of anger or his slyly
sadistic nature.

	Given the choice, I'd rather open my mouth wide and allow him to
insert his cock than deal with his pummeling fists, especially as he
enjoyed punching my face when he could get them past my raised
forearms. Gary would casually lock our bedroom door, explain whatever "sin"
I'd committed that he typically invented to have an excuse to degrade me
and offer either a beating or a generous mouthful.

	In the beginning it wasn't sexual at all, the whole point was to
subjugate me, to watch me cringe and hear me whimper with embarrassment and
disgust. He wouldn't even get hard and could stuff the whole thing in and
push my lips right up against his recently sprouted pubes. Then one day he
left it in longer than usual and the heat, moisture and my gulping for air
must have affected him differently because he sprang a boner. He grinned
wickedly as I coughed and sputtered as the meat in my mouth expanded and
lengthened, filling my oral cavity and poking at my uvula. I tried pulling
away, thinking that he'd already gotten his bonus charge of torturing me
but Gary cautioned me that I'd suffer much worse if I didn't keep it in my
mouth. Saliva built up and spilled over my lips, as I tried to vacuum the
spit back into my mouth I inadvertently began sucking his dick as well.  My
brother started slowly pumping his surprise hard-on into it's wet, heated
socket and that's when I reluctantly became a cocksucker.

     Gary didn't shoot his stuff in my mouth for a pretty long while, I
guess that there were some taboos that even he wasn't ready to breach. He'd
pull out when he was excited enough and go beat-off on his bed and squirt
into the hand towel that he kept tucked away just to catch the loads he'd
been manufacturing for the past two years. He'd toss the scum-stiffened rag
into the laundry every so often...I have no idea if my mother had any
reaction to getting this "present" when she sorted the clothes before
washing them but his freshly-cleaned "collector" would be neatly folded up
in the stack with his other apparel every few weeks. Gary was delighted to
add the legitimate tags of "faggot" and "queer" to the other insults with
which he regularly hissed in my direction. When he let one slip at the
dinner table one night my parents half-heartedly warned him against doing
so. It wasn't nice. It was obvious that they were incapable of imagining
that there might be any basis for him saying such a thing but they implied
that there were occasions where him calling me that would not be tolerated
and one of those times was during family mealtime. Neither my mother or
father noticed that I was blushing so hard that my ears felt like they were
on fire or the tears welling up in my eyes. Mom said, "Eat your peas,
honey."

      One night my brother stayed out late. I was already asleep when he
finally rolled in. I was a deep sleeper, it was one of my few escapes from
a life I wasn't really enjoying very much. I had been so glad that Gary was
off being Mr. Popularity and not engaging in his filial reign of terror
that I had tried to stay awake longer than normal just to enjoy being alone
in our room for a while. I think I was smiling when I finally went to
sleep.

     Gary woke me up with a couple of shoves while whispering something or
other. I rolled over and said, "What?" in a stupor...I was clinging to the
state of sleep, hoping whatever was going on with him would be of a short
duration so I could get back to that same dream.

     In the dark I could barely see him as he slurred near my face, "I need
my dick sucked. Get up and take care of it." I could smell alcohol on his
breath and as my eyes adjusted I could see that he was swaying slightly
while trying to undo the front of his pants. A quick glance at the clock
informed me that it was almost 2:00 a.m. I resigned myself to the situation
and set about getting this over with as quickly as possible. The other two
times he'd come home drunk he was even more unpredictably violent than when
he was normal. Maybe he'd fall asleep after a couple of minutes of being
sucked. I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of my bed and took over
the task of freeing his dick from his fumbling fingers.

   "Did you lock the door?" I asked him. I did not want my Dad coming in to
harangue Gary about coming home late and drunk and find his eldest son with
his dick out standing next to my bed. My brother assured me that he'd taken
that precaution just as I pushed his pants and underwear to
mid-thigh. Somewhere in my brain I sort of assumed that he'd probably not
be able to get it hard and be too bombed to even stand up very long. His
dick was plumped-up but nowhere near erect when I began the blowjob. Maybe
because I was still half-asleep or because he wasn't being threatening I
sucked his prick with a bit more enthusiasm than was common. My hands
gripped his buttocks to steady him and by accident set the pace for what
was happening. Gary got hard. His prick seemed bigger than I had
anticipated. As I sucked I felt his fingers toying with the hair on the
back of my head. A part of me realized that this time it was about sex, not
punishment, for him and well, maybe for me too. After months of routinely
having my brother fill my mouth I wasn't as horrified as I'd been in the
beginning. Somewhere along the line I'd apparently gotten used to it. It
was a depressing thought and I sucked even more vigorously to blot that
realization from my conscious mind.

     "You wanna lick on my bag for a little while?" He suggested in a
gravelly, intimate whisper. The courtesy of a question. Almost shocking. It
dawned on me that he might not even remember this particular escapade being
as liquored-up as he was. I slowly extracted the spit-coated cock I had
been slavishly servicing from my lips and sank down to orally explore his
mostly hairless nutsack. "Yeah, that feels nice." My brother intoned
dreamily while caressing my ear and the back of my head. I must have been
at it for a while because when I returned to his prick all of the saliva
that had been dripping from it had dried so I went about the task of
getting it slippery again. I accidentally gagged myself on his spongy
triangular helmet a couple of times and my brother whispered, "Good boy."
on both occasions. "You can take it. Just takes practice. Keep trying every
once in a while." He stupidly added. Sometime after I'd revisited his
scrotum for the third time and was back to some determined cocksucking Gary
reached down and checked to see if I had a boner in my pajama crotch. I
did. "Thought so." He said, "It's okay. It's natural. Take it out if you
want to. You getting off on this makes it easier, right?"

     Even though I was totally enthralled with Gary's equipment, worshiping
his bone and balls without another thought in my head, I still hesitated to
expose to him exactly how turned-on I was doing this thing. But I was kind
of lost in the moment and had convinced myself that he'd have no memory of
this night because he was drunk so I shucked off the loose flannel
confinement and felt my three-inch rocket thump up against my belly. Gary
asked me to lean back enough so he could see it and got a sloppy grin on
his face when I did. I pretty much forgot that my dick was even out as I
went back into the trance induced from sucking my evil brother's
cock. Nothing else in the world mattered, I only existed to give his tool
as much pleasure as I possibly could. How long had this been going on? The
clock read 3:17 a.m.  More than an hour! But I felt like I could go on and
on, blowing this wonderful cock until dawn.

     Gary began thrusting his dick into my mouth more rhythmically and said
in a low voice, "I'm almost there. I want you to drink it this time. Just
tonight. You're hard, you're into it. After this you can spit it out if you
want but I have to shoot this one load in your mouth. Okay?" I nodded my
assent and soon felts jets of his thick, hot sperm splattering against the
back of my mouth. So much teenage cream spurting out of his piss-hole. I
felt some of it slip up my sinuses and drip from my nose.  Some leaked past
my lips. I savored the foreign taste and texture. When the cock finished
spasming I continued to lick it until it was free of any of his
ejaculate. It slid out from my mouth and my brother just stumbled backwards
to his side of the room and collapsed on the other bed with his pants below
his knees and his shoes still on. In mere seconds I could hear him
snoring. I got up and removed his sneakers and pants and threw the blanket
over his nakedness. Back in my bed I noticed that my boner had gone soft. I
pulled up my pajamas, got into my usual position and felt that first wave
of deep sleep wash over me. It was nice that I'd gone back into the dream
I'd been having when I was so rudely awoken...what? A couple of hours
ago. I was so exhausted. My last conscious thought was that Gary was so
drunk that he'd never recall just how things went down tonight.

     I dunno. Somehow something had mysteriously gone my way for a
change. My gut had been tied up in knots for a couple of days after I'd
sucked Gary's cock when he was drunk but it seemed like my "wish" that he'd
have no recollection of that event had been granted. My own memory of what
we'd done was getting fuzzy as well. I didn't like what happened. I was
still half-asleep and only imagined parts of it. There was no way I'd
gotten a hard-on and allowed him to see it. I couldn't quite rationalize
away licking his sack but it probably only lasted a few seconds, no way did
I lap at and nuzzle his bag for 5 or 6 minutes and I just couldn't have
done it more than once. I knew I'd let him come in my mouth but that was an
accident, even he drew the line at that. My version of that blowjob was
that it only lasted a few minutes and I was so dopey from sleep that I
dreamed that it was a hour and a half of a mutually satisfying sex act
rather than the standard exercise in degradation that had become our
custom. For a whole week he behaved in his normal shitty way but there had
been no punches or kicks or demands to be sucked. I was sure that I could
erase whole sections of that experience from my mind. It would just take a
little time. Gary hadn't mentioned it at all...it was just possible that
that night would fade away in my head too. It was a mistake that we'd both
participated in. Neither of us was thinking right. He was drunk and I was
too sleepy to know what was going on. That direction had been avoided. I
began to relax as much as anyone could with a brother like Gary.

     I was watching cartoons in the livingroom after finishing up all my
homework. Gary came in from football practice and plopped in the chair
across from me. My mother yelled at him because he was so dirty but he
ignored her and pretended to be engrossed by the needling Bugs Bunny was
giving Yosemite Sam. Mom gave up complaining and announced that she was
going to the market to get stuff for tonight's dinner and if we wanted
anything in particular to put in a request before she left. Gary wanted
orange soda and I asked for Lucky Charms.

    Not even a minute after the door closed behind her and we heard the car
back out of the driveway I sensed a motion from across the room. I willed
myself not to look at him but when another slight gesture snagged at my
peripheral vision I turned my head. He was casually groping himself and
staring at me. Since he caught me looking he sneered and asked what I was
looking at.

     "Nothing" I mumbled as inoffensively as I could, purposely peering at
the television screen while my stomach did flip-flops.

     "Nah. You were looking at my crotch. I just touched myself and your
eyes darted over to get a look. Not like it's a surprise or anything,
right? You're a faggot. A real faggot, not a joke one. What's it been? Six
days since you sucked me off and swallowed my load? That's probably a long
time for a faggot to be off his feed. You want a taste of this, faggot?"
Gary said as he squeezed the lump in his jeans. His words were filled with
venom and smug certainty.

     "No, I don't." I responded, my voice cracking and tears welling up in
my eyes. I could feel my fingers trembling.
     My brother got up from the chair and strolled over to where I was on
the couch. He stood between me and the TV and rubbed at his growing
erection through the dirt-caked denim. There was no place else for me to
focus my eyes. "Yeah. I think you want it. Look at you. You're shaking you
want it so badly. You want it here or in our room?" He presented the
option.

     "I---I don't want it at all!" I insisted, a tear sliding down my
cheek.

      "Sure you do, faggot. I guess we'll do it out here then." He laughed
scornfully and began unbuckling his belt.
     A wave of panic washed over me. "No! In our room." I nearly
screamed. The very idea of doing this thing anywhere but in the private
confines of our own room, which had already been "desecrated", terrified
me.

     My brother smirked, stepped aside and graciously waved his arm towards
our destination. "Lead the way, cocksucker." He followed me into our room
and walked past me. "It's your job to lock the door. You're the one that
doesn't want anyone to walk in and discover that you suck dick. There you
go. Now come over here. What's with the tears, faggot? You a sissy too? You
weren't crying that night when you played your hand. Now, get on your knees
like faggots are supposed to do. No wait. First drop your drawers so I can
see the evidence that you like it. Stop crying, that's not going to help
you now. There. That sad little worm of yours is still soft, let's see how
fast you bone up once you start sucking on my dick. Haha. You can have the
honors of unwrapping your gift from now on, but leave the jock on this
time. I wanna watch you suck it through the pouch for a while. Sounds fun,
right? Haha. There you go. It'll be more fun for you when you get a lot of
spit on it. Open wide and get to work, you fucking faggot."

      The weave of his supporter reeked of stale sweat and dried piss but I
closed my eyes tight and began mouthing it. The strong aroma of his
unwashed crotch made me dizzy and almost nauseous. It seemed as if my
asshole brother had intentionally not bathed this area since the drunk
night just to test out how needful of it I was. He was right though, once
the fabric was so soaked with saliva I could taste his growing prick I
started getting more creative with my hands and mouth in an effort to
pleasure him and I guess myself as well. When he instructed me to peel off
the jockstrap with it's sopping pouch and "do your faggot thing" on his
thick, hard meat I did exactly what I was told to. I sucked on his cock as
hungrily as I did the drunk night. When he pulled his prick out and offered
up his reeking bag of testicles for me to nurse on I dove into the
appalling stink and sucked at the wrinkled skin and put each ball in my
mouth over and over again, back and forth. "Do you want to stay on my sack
or go back to my cock, faggot?" Gary snarled.

     "Whatever you want." I told him with a mouth that felt strange
speaking words instead of doing what it was designed for, sucking whatever
part of him that was on offer.

    "We don't have a lot of time right now so you can get back to
dicksucking. Later tonight you can take care of my guys for longer. You'd
like that, right?" My brother asked.

      "I'd...what? I'd like..." I rambled confusedly.

      "You want to suck me again later tonight, don't you? After we go to
bed. I'll let you do this more tonight. That's what you'd like." He
explained to me.

       "If you want me to." I muttered, stroking and fondling his bone,
getting anxious that this talking was interfering with what I thought we
were doing.

     "No. It's what you want, right? You want it because you're a faggot,
right?" He prodded me to answer.

     "Yeah." I finally conceded.

     "Say the magic words and I'll put my dick back in." Gary bargained.

      "Please?" I said before grasping where he was going with this
annoying shit. "Oh, right. I'm a faggot and I want to suck you off now and
later."

     My brother smirked and shook his head as he directed his cock back
into my mouth. Briefly I hoped that he wouldn't expect me to make this
admission frequently but I knew better. My brain zapped out as I furiously
mouthed the fleshy tube stretching my numb jaw.  He commented on my own
pink hard-on but by then I was too absorbed by the act of oral worship I
was performing to notice or care that I'd boned-out in front of him for the
second time.  Eventually Gary held the sides of my head and fucked his
stalk so deep into my throat that I coughed up some gooey strands of wet
mucus a few times but he didn't stop banging his prick into my gaping
orifice. The whitish slop was coming out of my nose and dripping off my
chin and still I sucked. More tears streaked down my face but these weren't
like the ones before. These were part of the process, not the product of
fear and humiliation. While he fucked my face I jerked on my own
boner. Nothing was going to come out, I'd just get that weird paralyzed
feeling like I'd been electrocuted. He held my head tight as he shot his
load into my sucking, savaged maw and growled, "Swallow it all. Swallow my
scum, you fucking faggot cocksucker." I got most of it. I was a mess when
he stepped away and my dick was still achingly hard. He wiped his depleted
prick on his special towel and casually remarked, "Mom will be home
soon. Get cleaned up, you look like shit." before unlocking and exiting the
door.

     I was in a daze sitting in front of the television and my brother was
taking a shower when my Mom returned ten minutes later. She didn't notice
that I had a different shirt on or that my eyes were puffy and the area
around my mouth was a rashy pink from being forcefully and repeatedly
pressed against my brother's wiry pubic bush. She'd forgotten to pick up my
Lucky Charms. Months later I wondered if she had even noticed that Gary had
retired his cum towel. He found that he didn't really need it anymore.

				  The End

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