Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2007 14:46:35 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Goody-Goody Step-brother" by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

==I wrote this story for guys over 18 who like these porn inspired tales.
But, if you are under 18 I specifically ask that you vanish.


My name is Bradley Wilson.  I am seventeen.  My dad remarried a few months
ago to Dora Hensen.  She's okay, but the marriage brought along Robert
Hensen, her seventeen-year-old son.  They thought it would be peachy that
the two "lads" could have each other for company.  The two "lads" could
have been different.  We might as well be from different planets, although
there is some buzzy chemistry between us that I haven't figured out yet.

Robert is your perfect person.  He showers every night, even using a wash
clothe to be sure he gets into those little places that might "offend".  He
never uses cologne, just stays natural, and that is part of this mystery
between us.  Once he was on his laptop and I had to get something under the
table and I smelled his smell.  I almost cried out, it was so, so, Robert.
Like warm farm milk and something else.  Holy shit, I was falling in love,
but still I hated him.  I hated him for his politeness, his doing homework
every night and getting it in on time and pulling top marks.  Crap! What a
ninny, but a fine looking ninny.

Now I am a slob, like my dad.  Robert and I share a loft on the second
floor that extends across the house.  The place is big.  I can hardly see
his bed from my end of the room.  What I can see is that everything is
perfectly neat while my side is covered with clothes and books every which
way.  But that's the way I like it.  It's comfortable.

There's lots more to tell about us.  I am a scroungy beast.  My big
accomplishment this year was growing my chin whiskers and slight moustache.
I smell.  I'm a sex fiend, but some like it.  I haven't yet gotten laid,
but I have gotten lots of blowjobs.  The girly boys love me and they love
my dirty self.  I do take showers once a week so they know me by my smell.
I have one regular cocksucker.  He's okay.  Anytime I want it, his hot
mouth is ready.  Don't even think I would ever go down on a guy, except,
maybe....well more later.  Wayne says if I cleaned myself up, I would
actually be handsome.  Fuck that.  My Dad's a master plumber, sweaty and
sexy.  That's how he his foxy new bride.  Now about Robert.  Robert is a
pink and white bunny.  Six feet tall, model face and athletic body and
fucking clean to a ridiculous extent.

I've never seen Robert naked.  He's one of those who wraps a towel around
his waist while taking off his shorts.  As for me, I run around the room
naked, my long uncut cock flopping in the breeze.  I don't hesitate to jerk
off at night, on those rare occasions that the boys at school and Wayne
haven't emptied my balls.

I've never Robert grease his pole, but his a normal seventeen years old, he
has no girls, he never spends a lot of time in the bathroom and doesn't
shake the bed.  After lots of investigation I found out that he does do it
and it is in his car.  I found his jerk off rag shoved under the front seat
of his car, still wet with his dew.  That was a hot discovery.  Now I take
notice that sometimes he comes home and stays in his parked car, other
times he gets in his car to leave but stays park a long time.  No mags I
see, his hardons come from his mind.  I'd like to look in that mind just
once.

I might be his inspiration for getting off.  He does check me out when I'm
naked and puts his pure white hand down to keep his stuff from jumping up
and down.  Robert, I think, can be worked up to be one of my cocksuckers
and conveniently, right in my bedroom.  Poor Wayne and the others might be
disappointed.

Well after this standoff and circling each other went on for months,
something interesting happened.  Robert was in position, as usual, at his
desk with his laptop.  I noticed that the top of his lap was bulging.  Yah,
Roberts has a boner, Robert has a boner.  I said that to myself.  This from
across the room I noticed that he grabbed a towel to cover his stiff cock
pushing out his underwear and headed to the bathroom.  I ran over to his
'puter and brought up what he was watching.  It was a man-to-man fuck
movie, the dirty, lovely and hot boy who had now come up many points in my
estimation.

He came back from the bathroom.  It was not enough time to get off, but his
shorts were flat again.  I was back on my side of the room, innocently
looking at a baseball magazine.  He snapped the computer on and soon was
absorbed in what he thought that I thought was homework.  Hah.

I quickly slipped across the room; fell on my knees under the table.  He
didn't even notice me.  I could see his big erection pushing at the fly of
his shorts and the heel of his hand holding it down from jumping violently.

I reached out my hand and pushed his hand away and lightly grabbed the
heavy protrusion.  "What are you doing?" Robert called, not looking down.

"Don't worry, Mr. Clean, I washed my hands a short time ago.  Relax.
Enjoy, this is a whole no program I am introducing."

Now he looked down under the table and saw me smiling at him.  His handsome
face was bright red and his mouth was parted to make breathing easier.  "We
shouldn't do this.  It's wrong."

"It isn't we, it's me and it feels good doesn't it?"

"Maybe."

"You want me to stop?"

I could see the pain of decision playing across his angelic face.  Finally
I could see that lust banished the angel on his shoulder.  "N-o-o-o-o"

"Okay, let's proceed."  I grasped his under short waistband and pulled them
down past his hips, past his nice hairless, muscular thighs and let them
full in a heap at his ankles.  His long thin cock was standing like a
flagpole out of his crotch.  Oh, so nice.  I could see that the head was
well exposed out of his foreskin and delicate pink head was sweating pre
cum...and I could smell it.  No longer warm milk, but Robert's hidden
smell, a mix of clean fresh smegma and, I guess Robert himself, pure
perfume.

I wrapped my hand around his stiff cock and slide it up and down a few
times.  His heavy breathing was becoming audible, almost moaning sighs.
Wow, that was some turn on to see him losing his rigid control.  I wiped my
thumb over the head of his cock.  He grunted loudly.  Then suddenly he
pushed his hand against my hand.  "Wha?"  I said, stopping and looking up
at him.

"You better stop.  I am close to ejaculation."

Only my fastidious step-brother would worry about cumming on my hand.
"Forget about it.  Enjoy your cum."

He still held my hand.  "What now?" I asked.

He hoarsely ordered me, "Suck me!"

Holy shit, I have created a monster.  "Okay, I have never sucked anyone,
but you are family.  But I expect a return favor.  Right?"

"Right, but shut up and start sucking, I am dying here."

I leaned my face down and took his delicious cock into my mouth and suckled
it.  Can you imagine, the shit head slapped my check, hard, "Get with it,
suck hard and get me off."

Okay in for a penny.  I am not expert, but I am proud to say I did a great
job.  I took that slim long fellow right into my throat and massaged it and
rubbed his balls at the same time.  He stiffened up, his mouth opened in a
silent scream and he let out a frightening sound, like AAAWWKKK.  It was
like a wounded moose, but I loved him for it.

He began delivering the sauce.  Oh, did he ever.  Wet goosey pulse after
pulse of hot sperm.  I gulped and breathed and gulped again.  Finally he
was finished and slumped in his chair.  "I guess you are not going to suck
me right now."

He shook his head then croaked, "Later, man."  I started to get up and walk
back to my pig sty side of the room.  "Hey," he called after me.  "I love
your funky smell.  Don't wash off too soon."

Now you got it figured that I got screwed, that he enjoyed my blow job and
I was a loser and he would laugh at me from then on.  But that's not the
way it happened.  No.  About three in the morning I half woke up.  My big
cock was up and stiff as bell clapper.  I also heard soft moaning.  That
was me.  And here, his head buried in my fragrant, hairy pubes was
goody-goody Bobby boy, his shiny pink tongue dancing on my cock, licking
the head, taking my balls in his mouth.  He was a busy boy and I had slept
through the built up and almost ready to orgasm.  He lifted up his head and
he smiled at me, his lips covered with spit and my pre cum.  "Hi Bro, you
ready to give it to me?"

He went back down and began a heavy rapid sucking, swallowing me into his
gullet.  He gagged a few times but gamely went back.  I may have seemed to
take long to cum so he got inventive, he put an arm around the back of my
thighs and lifted them up exposing my funky ass hole.  He put a finger into
my mouth that I sucked automatically like a mad man.  He withdrew it and
tickled my pucker with it, then he put the tip in.  I was crying like a
banshee as he pushed further in and then he hit my hot button.  My hips
jumped up in excitement, he increased his sucking and then it hit me like a
freight train.  I hope I didn't wake the house as I screamed out that I was
cuming.  Bobby bravely hung on until his mouth was flooded with me juices.
He drank it all.

When we were both back to semi normal it was confession time.  I confessed
that I loved him, that I would only suck him and had only sucked him.  He
confessed that he had a boy friend back were he and his Mom came from and
he learned all these tricks.

"Hey, were you ever fucked?" I asked him.

"No."

"Me either."

"Let's draw straws for who gets fucked."

Bobby grinned, "What difference does it make, we'll take turns."


End