Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 19:33:49 -0700
From: MK Wan <mkwan90029@gmail.com>
Subject: Gary's Way Part 2

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			     Gary's Way Part 2

     I'd become my brother Gary's scum repository a little more than a year
ago. Fourteen months? I think so. I'd gotten used to the fact that I
enjoyed sucking cock. I appreciated that it was another escape from my
life, like sleeping. I'd completely zone out when I sucked my brother
off. It was like a Zen state or something. My brain would go dormant except
for the bits needed to perform the perverted act. As his was the only dick
I had any experience of so far, I still wasn't sure whether the fugue state
that blowing him induced was a result of the act itself or a method of
blotting out how much I detested him personally. I was way too chicken to
do it with anyone else at this point so it remained an untested
hypothesis. He'd stopped beating me up so often and the regular suck-off
sessions seemed to quell his rage to a noticeable degree, although he was
still a phony, a habitual liar and a casually sadistic asshole. I'd have my
face buried in his crotch just about every night and occasionally when my
Mother went shopping in the late afternoons after school. I don't know if
you'd call it bragging but I developed a certain expertise at it. I could
get the whole head of his dick in my throat for minutes at a time, I could
bring him right to the edge over and over again and stretch the act out for
hours or I could trigger an explosion of his gluey juice in less than five
minutes. Not really something someone my age should be particularly proud
of but I still considered it an accomplishment...a dubious one, I guess.

     We weren't friends. Neither of us made any attempt to pretend that we
had even a ghost's shadow of affection for each other. He liked having an
always-prepared faggot to service him and I considered him an obnoxious
caddy for some equipment I heartily relished. Actually, he thought so
little of me as a human being that I was probably the only person he was
truthful with. Why waste a good lie on a sub-human cocksucker?

     I'd pretty much stopped thinking about anything besides school. I
needed to excel at academics so I could get a scholarship to the State
University after high school and get as far away from this life as I
possibly could. For everything else I maintained a minimum
consciousness. It just worked out better for me. The only things that
mattered to me at this point in time were studying, sleeping and of course,
gorging myself on my odious sibling's penis. So I was completely unaware my
parents were even having some kind of marital problems until the very day
that my Mom ran off with Dad's best friend. It was strange not having her
around but really, I found that I didn't really give a
shit. School. Grades. Geographic distance. That was my survival mantra.

     Now that she was gone Gary and I discovered that we had from the end
of the school day until Dad got home from work to get in an afternoon suck
session if we felt like it. Not just like the quickies we'd hurry through
like when Mom was at the supermarket (turns out those trips were to a motel
where she and Barney would carry out their long-running affair) but
blowjobs of the more luxurious nature.

     On one such day it was raining pretty heavily so Gary's football
practice had been canceled. He was sprawled out on the couch watching some
made-for-TV movie about teen woes when he summoned me to "take care of
it". I'd almost finished my homework and the smell and sound of the rain
made me horny so I reported for duty.

      My brother's only acknowledgment that I existed was him raising his
hips off the cushion just long enough for me to get his pants and underwear
down. He was for all intent and purpose deeply engrossed in the cloying
drama unfolding on the screen. I preferred it when he was either pretending
or actually distracted by something else because then it became much more
"my" blowjob.

      During a commercial break he indicated that since the movie had just
short of an hour to go that I might as well do the "long version", which I
had planned on anyway. He'd push my forehead back if he was getting too
close to shooting and I'd wait a minute or so before reapplying my mouth
and hands to his only redeeming qualities. Once I got up and went to the
kitchen to get him an orange soda and noticed that my knee was twinging
even though I'd only been kneeling before him about 15 minutes.

     His entire scrotum was basted in my copious spittle after I'd given
them the royal treatment when I nudged the insides of his thighs. Gary
tried to ignore me but I was persistent. After an annoyed sigh he adjusted
his position and spread his legs at a different angle so I had access to
his asshole. I nuzzled in and began mouthing his most private body
part. I'd done this to him a few times of my own volition, I really enjoyed
tonguing his butt-button and feeling it relax and unfurl from my
efforts. My brother was more ambivalent about this new step I'd introduced
to our repertoire. He loved the sensation and would let me go at for a long
time once he conceded control of his vulnerable spot but was simultaneously
weirded-out by having his asshole touched as that really skirted the queer
divide. Since he was so intently focused on the teen problem-of-the-week on
television he could pretend that he hadn't noticed my prodding tongue
breaching his lick-blossomed sphincter muscle.

      "WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

      My panicked brother awkwardly jumped up while shouting, "NOTHING."
and pulling up his pants as quickly as possible. Our Dad stood in the
entryway to the livingroom looking both astonished and infuriated. He was
home more than an hour and a half before his regular time and the rain,
television and our preoccupation with how our suck-fest was playing out
prevented us from hearing his approach.

      He had to have seen Gary's meaty boner before my brother could get it
properly hidden and much to my horror I found that my leg had gone to sleep
and I was moving like a machine low on batteries trying to get myself
adjusted from my cocksucking posture to something more appropriate.

       "What were you doing?" My father demanded.

       "Nothing. We weren't doing anything." the practiced liar explained
while buckling his belt over the obvious lump created by his erection.

       Dad looked in turns furious, pained, defeated, confused and
ultimately flabbergasted before storming off to his bedroom. We went to our
room to hide. There was no pounding on the door or screaming or brandishing
of murder weapons so we both just sat on our beds while our stomachs
fluttered and our hearts raced. The level of tension was palatable. This
was certainly going to be a life-changing predicament and I was physically
sick with worry, embarrassment, anticipation, dread and you name it.

    The waiting was excruciating. What kind of punishment would be meted
out for such an outrageous offense? Committed to an asylum? Thrown out on
the street? One of us shipped off to Mom in Florida? Actually, that one
might not be so bad...

     At 7:00 p.m. Dad knocked on the door and announced, "Dinner."

      I wasn't hungry. As a matter of fact, I felt like puking. As we
dejectedly shuffled toward our doom my brother hissed into the back of my
head, "Keep quiet. Let me do the talking."

     I nodded in agreement, then wondered if he'd blame the whole thing on
me. But it turned out that I didn't need his admonition. We ate our salty
frozen (now scorching) dinners, I washed the dishes, the three of us went
to the livingroom and watched a news program and then a cop show and then
Dad and Gary watched a basketball game while I discreetly excused myself to
finish my homework. When Gary came back into our room for the night I
looked up at him expectantly.

     "Nothing. Not a word." He reported.

     I felt queasy and uneasy for days afterward. Gary didn't even grope
himself suggestively he was so nervous. Somehow this silent avoidance was
even more nerve-wracking than the imaginable alternatives. Was Dad really
just going to pretend that he didn't catch us engaging in some sort of sex
act on the couch that day?  It didn't make sense.

     At school Barney's son acted like I was responsible for their dad
sticking his dick in my Mom. We'd been friends, even going on vacations
together, and now I received this freezing resentment from Gerard. Mom
called one afternoon to tell me and Gary that she loved us and to deliver
some vague quasi-apology. She cried and seemed to be prompting me to cry as
well but telephone weeping just didn't appeal to me on any level so I
passed the phone to my brother. Gary seemed annoyed that he was going to
miss four minutes of some game show he was watching. The whole conversation
felt false and badly-scripted. I was spending more time at the public
library just to not be at home and Gary was getting all buddy-buddy with
Dad, initiating sports discussions, asking pointless questions and being
uncharacteristically helpful around the house and yard. I became exhausted
by the constant anxiety so one night when my brother came into our room in
just a towel from showering I got on my knees and begged for some dick. If
I was going to feel ridiculously guilty and eventually face some dire
consequence for being a faggot I might as well indulge in some of the
perks. Gary was intrigued by Dad's apparent non-reaction, I was just
relieved.

      Two weeks went by. At the dinner table my Dad was talking about some
Oriental rug buried in the garage that he wanted to dig out and put in the
car so he could sell it to some co-worker the next day. The carpet was my
Mother's so selling it seemed unnecessarily petty but I really could not
care less. Gary prattled on about rugs, the Mid-East, child labor and
whatever other nonsense he could bring up to keep Dad talking. After
cleaning up the mess from our meal I went to do some studying rather than
witness Gary's

"let's be pals!" routine designed to make our father feel appreciated or
something. I sensed that my older brother was orchestrating some
manipulative ploy but didn't really want to know what was
involved. Surprisingly, Gary declined to watch TV as well and said he had
some schoolwork to attend to as well. It was odd, I don't think I'd ever
seen him do homework which he traditionally did on the bus or had someone
else do for him. He smiled sheepishly and waved at our father sitting on
the couch as we ascended the stairs.

      As soon as the door was shut and locked Gary said, "All this
ass-kissing is getting on my nerves. Strip down, faggot, I want you to suck
my dick in the deluxe fashion."

      I pulled off my pants so he could mock my hardness and size but left
my tee shirt on. I sat on the edge of his bed while he undressed. He was
wearing a very old pair of bikini briefs, the fabric so thin, stretched and
threadbare that I could see the exact contours of his bush clearly. When he
had these on I usually sucked him through the worn-out nylon before getting
to the main event so that's where I started. When his underwear was so wet
that it was transparent I rolled them down enough to get at his now
boned-up beef. "Nice and sloppy." He said approvingly.

      I thought for a millisecond that we'd never done this during "prime
time" before. Late nights, afternoons...the occasional early morning but
never during this period. Then the thought vanished along with Gary's cock
as he pushed his dick-helmet into my throat. I was in the "zone".

     I'd just begun lapping wetly at his sack-o-testes when there was a
short knock on the door and the knob turned as if expecting it to be
unlocked.

     "Just a minute, Dad." Gary called out cheerily before turning to me
and menacingly whispering, "Don't fucking move." He pulled up the
saliva-soaked, frayed bikinis and went to open the door. Dad seemed
startled when Gary flung the door wide open. "Yeah, Dad? What's up?" Gary
inquired innocently.

      My father glanced down at my brother's obvious erection protruding
against the sheer wet material. The weight of Gary's cock pulled the front
down so that most of his spit-slick pubes were on display. Dad's eyes
ventured in my direction. My shirt covered my dick but he could see that I
was naked from the waist down. I wiped some spit from my chin with my wrist
and smiled at him half-heartedly to assure him that I was alright. His gaze
returned toward Gary and he stumble-muttered, "I need a hand getting that
rug out..."

      "Sure thing, Pops! I told you it was buried behind some heavy
junk. Hahaha!!! You want the Squirt here to help out as well?" Gary handily
volunteered me to assist.

       "Uh...yeah, sure. I guess Brian might be helpful..." My father was
definitely rattled, his composure of just a little while ago completely
busted.

       "Could you possibly wait about ten-fifteen minutes? We'll finish up
here pretty soon." Gary said with a conspiratorial grin.

       "Finish up...?" Dad said confusedly.

       "Yeah, you know how it is, Pops. Gotta get this taken care of." My
brother laughingly replied as he gripped the base of his prick through his
underwear and waved it obscenely so Dad would have to look at it again. "It
won't take too long."

        My father gawked at his son's bloated cock clearly visible through
the damp gray barrier and swallowed hard before numbly repeating Gary's
phrase, "...taken care of..."

       "Yeah. It was being taken care of it when you knocked.Just a little
longer...ten, fifteen minutes tops. You know." Gary was so brazen he even
winked at my Dad while casually yanking on his cock while practically
standing next to the man.

       My father seemed absolutely thunderstruck. He just stood there
looking from Gary's smiling, confident face to the proffered teenage
hard-on.

       "Anything else, Pops? I'd kinda like to get back to what we were
doing." Gary prompted. The older man shook his head. "Alright then. See you
as soon as we're done, okay?" Gary airily promised while he continued to
blatantly massage his boner. He casually ushered our baffled Dad away from
the threshold and shut the door.

       "You pretty much told him." I said.

       "Shut up and suck my dick. We have to move some shit with him." Gary
told me. "Then he'll take us for ice cream." he said to himself. And our
father did just that.

       Like the accidental interruption, this verbal exchange and the
attendant cock display were dropped into the familial black hole. Dad said
nothing or in any way indicated that he'd been informed that his sons were
involved in sexual conduct with each other under his roof. Maybe he just
couldn't deal with it so soon after being cuckolded and abandoned. I didn't
know. And I didn't care anymore. Whatever game Gary was running on him was
their concern. It was none of my business. School, Grades, Geographic
distance.

     Things seemed to return to normal. Well, normal for this household
anyway. I was late for an assembly at school and the only seat I could find
was next to Gerard. I apologized as I sat down and offered that this was
the only seat left. We studiously avoided each other while the Vice
Principle talked a bunch of shit just to hear his own voice. Afterwards,
when the students were making a break for the exits, Gerard grabbed my arm.

     "Listen, I've been acting like an asshole. My Mom had me convinced
that you and Gary must've known about your mother and Dad. It's been pretty
shitty at home and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." Gerard told me.

     "Your Mom thought I knew about it? Why?" I questioned.

     "Well, you didn't want to hang out anymore. Like a year ago you
stopped acting like you wanted to be my friend." Gerard explained.

     He was right about that. I'd purposely distanced myself from him when
I became a full-fledged cocksucker. I didn't think I deserved close friends
anymore and I was worried that Gary might arrange for Gerard to find out if
he thought it might disturb me. A little bit of shame, the need to protect
my friend and my general brain-shutdown all contributed to my alienating
Gerard.

      "No, that had nothing to do with our asshole parents having an
affair. I was just going through some shit. Gary shit. You know." I
responded. For the first time I realized just how much I'd isolated myself
from the few people I actually felt comfortable with. "I'm sorry. You've
always been my best friend. This thing with your Dad and my Mom was a total
shock to me too. Last year I didn't want to bother you with my personal
problems. Not much fun in that. Sorry."

     We made arrangements to go to the movies together. He'd have to be
sneaky about it because his mother was still exceptionally bitter toward
everyone in my family for not keeping our whore-mother on a tighter
leash. I was probably not going to mention that he'd be meeting me at the
cinema either.

      Although my brother was acting all fake-chummy with Dad he was
regularly defying him as well. A few weeks after the rug-removal Gary came
home late again. I'd been up late reading. Boy, if you made the effort to
find certain books so you'd have more information about American history
for class, you discovered just how much twisting, ommission, and
whitewashing the official textbook was laden with. The Indians were
definitely screwed over. It was almost 1:00 a.m. when I heard Gary come
home. I switched off my reading lamp and pretended to sleep.

     My idiot brother seemed to be making a lot of noise for someone
supposedly sneaking in late. He came into the room and I heard him kicking
off his sneakers and getting undressed. Since Mom took off with Uncle
Barney to the "Sunshine State" my roommate had opted for sleeping in the
nude and I sometimes ended up doing likewise. Tonight was one of those
nights. My reading lamp suddenly went on to guarantee that I'd know that I
was required to wake up.

      "What?" I said with phony drowsiness.

      "Get up, Squirt. I got a horse-sized load of scum I need you to suck
out." My brother said wearily. He didn't sound drunk. My covers were flung
off to emphasis that staying in my bed wasn't an option. I swung my legs
around and stood up. A hand in the middle of my back propelled me to his
side of our room where I knelt down while he pulled some pillows together
so he'd be able to lean back comfortably. His legs spread and he directed
my head towards his soft cock. "Take your time, faggot. I want this to go
on a while."

      For some reason I got pretty horny myself and started slowly and
methodically lapping, kissing and licking his prick to bring it to maximum
firmness. He hoisted himself up and pushed me back enough to see my
cock. "Jesus, you're already as hard as a rock. Looks like you wanted this
as much as me. Maybe more, huh? Cocksucker's Paradise." Gary observed as I
returned to slurping on his delicious bone.

      "Gary! What have I told you abou..." My Dad's angry voice trailed
off. I peered in that direction. The door had been left wide open and it
seemed as if my lamp going on was for another purpose, stage lighting. He
stood on the threshold in his robe staring at us. I decided to keep my eyes
closed and continue sucking dick until I zoned out. Let these two engage in
the ensuing theatrics without my voluntary cooperation.

     "Hey, Dad." Gary said.

     There was a pause and then the man of the house asked, "Are you
drunk?" giving my brother a chance to rationally excuse what he was looking
at.

      "I had a couple of beers. Nowhere near drunk. That was hours ago."
Gary informed him and then suggested that I work on his ball-bag for a
while. I followed his instructions.

      "I-I don't want you two doing...this." my father's voice sounded
shaky and feeble.

      There was no response from Gary. I had transcended to the
dick-worshiping Zen state while slobbering on my brother's hairless
testicle container.

       "Don't do this with each other. It's--it's wrong." My father said
after a few minutes.

       "It's just a blowjob. Squirt loves it, don'tcha?" Gary replied to
him and asked me rhetorically. "It's no big deal."
     I assumed that my brother had essentially rendered Dad a truly
ineffectual parent and that he'd gone back to his bedroom in frustration or
dismay or whatever. I was hoping that now with him gone I'd get to tongue
my brother's anus but then I heard Dad's voice again. I wasn't sure but he
sounded closer.

      "You should stop." he said plaintively.

      "Nah, I don't think so." My brother said softly, pretty much
establishing dominance in the household.

      Another fairly long period of no noise but those emanating from my
sloppy suction maneuvers. Despite the manipulated interruption I was really
enjoying myself with my brother's reproductive instruments. I slid his dick
far enough in to trigger that white slime regurgitation, hoping that enough
would slide past his scrotum and get his asshole primed for some oral
invasion. I was using every technique I could think of to get Gary
worked-up enough to give me access.

      "You'd get a better view if you came closer." Gary said.

       It took a second to realize that he was conversing with Dad still. I
couldn't help myself. I turned slightly and half-opened my eyes for a
look. Dad was in the room and seemed to be playing with himself through his
robe opening. I shut my eyes. I wasn't going to open them again for the
rest of the night if I could help it.

        "No. I'm--I'm okay where I am." Dad hoarsely whispered.

        The long-form blowjob continued on for another 20
minutes. Enraptured? Yeah, I kinda was. I was purposely postponing him
getting off.

        "Squirt, we gotta finish this up soon. I'm getting really
tired. I'll stand up and you can suck my cock some more that way. I want to
cream on your tongue so open wide when I tell you to like a good faggot."
My brother sketched out the next scenario for me.

        He stood up and seemed to place himself neared to where my Dad had
been when last I peeked. I sucked and jerked his cock while kneading his
gummy ball sac to get him revved up. After five minutes or so he roughly
clasped the sides of my head and started deep-fucking my mouth. He was
getting close. Gary pulled his cock out slowly and put his hand on my
forehead to position me to take his load. I was popped-up like a PEZ
dispenser with my tongue extended as far out as possible and curled just at
the tip too scoop up whatever I could get. My brother masturbated his
saliva-drenched prick inches from my face, his engorged helmet tapping
rhythmically around my mouth.

      "You want to shoot your load in him after I'm finished?" Gary
breathlessly inquired.

      "No. No, I can't. Some things...no, I'd better not." Dad mumbled from
pretty close, maybe only a couple of feet away.

       I encouraged Gary's climax by squeezing his balls just short of
causing pain. My other hand busily worked on my own little hard-on.

       He erupted suddenly and sprayed my face before directing the hot
spurts of his cream into my mouth. There was a lot of it. Thick, gluey
paste filled my mouth and as he was winding down I closed my lips to drain
out the last of it. After a minute or so he extracted his softening knob
from my maw and I moved to get up but he commanded "Stay!" as if to a
dog. I resumed my tongue-out position, figuring that he wanted Dad to get a
good look at just how much scum his eldest had deposited. He shifted
slightly but kept his hand firmly on my forehead.

     Suddenly something touched my tongue. And then again. My lips closed
and I made contact with an unfamiliar bulb of flesh. It was a cockhead both
wider and more elongated than my brother's being jerked. There seemed to be
a veneer of some sticky film on the prepuce that had a distinctly sour
flavor. On the pull-stroke a thin layer of foreskin slid almost halfway
over the knob. Gary was circumcised.

      "Just open your mouth wide again, Squirt." Gary ordered almost
apologetically from beside me.

       The strange dickhead bumped repeatedly against my outstretched
tongue, my curled tip feeling the regular retraction of the delicate skin
sleeve. After a few minutes there were some pained grunts and some erratic
thrusting and then hot scum poured out of it. There were two thin, hot jets
but after that it just continually leaking out of the expanded
piss-slit. It was more watery and pungent than Gary's. There seemed to be
less of it but it tasted somehow more potent. Purely out of habit I closed
my lips around the knob to suck out the last drops. He pushed a couple
inches of his cock inside my mouth as I sucked deeply at the unfamiliar
softening tube and swallowed the accumulated two sperm loads. The foreskin
began reclaiming it's accustomed territory and suddenly the foreign
appendage was gone, having left it's nectar to co-mingle with my brother's
as the syrupy liquid slid down my throat.

     I stayed in the keeling position with my mouth wide open until Gary
let go of my forehead and told me, "He's gone. You can go back to bed now."

     I wished my ability to not think about things was stronger.


                                  The End