Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 18:41:32 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 9

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 9

(This chapter is once again from Clint's point of view.)

On the morning of Jeremy's birthday, I woke up exhausted. I had tossed and
turned all night. Every time I was close to falling asleep, I lost control
of my thoughts and the scene in the bathroom kept replaying in my mind. I
cringed every time I thought about having stroked my brother's
cock. Finally, at about 4:00 a.m., I passed out from pure exhaustion. It
felt like only a few minutes had gone by when my alarm went off and woke me
up again.

While Beth and I prepared to go to work, the birthday boy rolled out of
bed. His mother gave him a huge birthday hug and kiss. I gave him a hearty
high-five. I wanted to display more affection for him than two palms
meeting in the air. But I was no longer sure what the acceptable level of
intimacy was. Had I hugged Jeremy in the past, before our arrangement had
started? I couldn't remember. The lines felt so blurred to me at that
moment that I retreated to a safe, cold, hyper-masculine place. I would
avoid crossing boundaries by retreating far from them. What I really wanted
to do was to pull his face to mine and plant a huge kiss on his lips. I had
to settle for a safe high-five.

That morning at work, I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan. I had so many
questions. What was my brother doing in the men's room? Was that his first
time there? Or was that something he had done many times before? He seemed
to be perfectly comfortable in the environment. And he even sucked the
dicks of the man in the business suit and the hung guy in the jeans. When
had my brother started sucking dick? Was he gay? No, he couldn't be gay. He
always had a girlfriend or two in his late teens and early twenties. Hell,
he was the one who brought that girl to my room to take my virginity
away. On top of that, he had been married to Megan for 10 years and they
had children together. My brother wasn't gay. So why was he in the men's
room sucking dick?

I looked at my watch. It was the designated time for Ryan to pick up
Jeremy. My focus shifted to the two of them spending the day together. What
would they do together? When I told Ryan about Jeremy's activity in the
men's room, had I unwittingly planted a seed in my brother's head? Was Ryan
going to take advantage of my step-son, now that he knew they shared
similar interests?

I shook my head. No, Ryan wouldn't go that far. I was jumping to crazy
conclusions. Even if it were true that Ryan was into guys, there was no
reason to assume that meant he'd be into my 16-year old step-son. He was a
high school teacher and coach. He was surrounded by teenagers all the
time. Surely he wouldn't cross that line with any of them.

I then began to ponder the potential positive implications of Ryan and
Jeremy getting close. If Ryan and Jeremy had
similar... umm... inclinations, perhaps my brother could actually be a good
influence on my step-son. All I seemed to be able to provide Jeremy was a
cock to suck. I was failing miserably at relating to his situation and
giving him helpful advice. But Ryan's whole career revolved around
mentoring teenagers and guiding them through their adolescent years. And
given the fact that he could relate a whole lot better to Jeremy's
addiction than I could, perhaps he was in a better position to provide the
support my step-son needed.

That line of thought didn't give me any comfort. In fact, it made me more
anxious. If Ryan were a better source of support for Jeremy, would my
step-son no longer look to me for help? Why should he bother with an
uptight straight guy like me, when he could have a fun gay, bi - or
whatever the fuck he was - guy like Ryan? Now that he had been with Ryan,
would Jeremy thank me for my willingness to help, then move on to greener
pastures?

Then the pictures started coming in from Ryan and Jeremy. They were at the
water park and having a great time. I relaxed. I reminded myself that not
everything in the world revolved around sexual activity. And my step-son,
despite his addiction to public sex, was at his core a typical teenager. I
put down my phone and was able to concentrate again on work.

Only for a short while.

My mind returned to the memory of jacking my brother's thick cock. I pulled
up the pictures they had just sent and my eyes went directly to Ryan's
crotch. I was sure I could see his bulge in a couple of them. My skin
heated up. I couldn't believe that I had stroked his meat the day before
– and I had enjoyed it.

My own cock began to chub and I quickly put the phone down. I told myself I
was NOT getting turned on by the thought of my brother's cock. I was being
turned on by the memory of the experience of jacking off for an anonymous
guy. It was arousing to have someone watch me jack off while I watched him
do the same, even if it had been my brother in the end.

I picked up my phone again and looked at the pictures. This time, I focused
on Jeremy. I remembered the sight of his face covered in my cum and the
overwhelming desire I had to kiss his pink lips. I looked at them now and
had the same desire. I had never thought of kissing a guy in my entire
life. But now that I looked at my step-son's handsome face and those pink
full lips, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind. I wanted to kiss him, to
feel his lips on mine, to feel his tongue rolling around with mine.

I started to get hard just thinking about kissing Jeremy and stroking my
brother's cock. I looked at my watch. It was lunch time. Since I was
leaving early that day to pick up Jeremy's car, I had to work through
lunch. I was getting so fucking horny that I wanted to go back to the men's
room. And that day would have been a perfect one since there would have
been no danger of running into either Jeremy or Ryan. I took a deep breath
and shook my head. I couldn't believe I was actually regretting not being
able to go to the park men's room to watch guys jacking their dicks or
having sex.

My boss came by my desk about an hour before I was planning to leave and
asked me if I would take a package to the FedEx office for him. Since I was
already leaving early, he said I might as well leave right then and take
care of the package delivery. So off I went.

After dropping off the package, I briefly considered stopping by the park
to check out the activity. But I quickly dismissed that thought. I didn't
really have enough extra time and there was no way I was going to let my
horniness ruin the plans for Jeremy's surprise. Despite knowing it was the
right choice, I couldn't help feeling disappointed for a lost opportunity.

I picked up Jeremy's car from the dealership, leaving my own in a parking
lot nearby. Then I drove home. As soon as I turned the corner on our block,
I saw Ryan's car in my driveway. I stopped in the middle of the street and
stared at it. Why was he there? He and Jeremy were supposed to be at the
water park still. Why would he have gone off plan? And if he and Jeremy had
left the water park early for some reason, why the hell had Ryan taken
Jeremy to our house of all places? Couldn't he have thought of any other
way to entertain my step-son until the designated time?

Ah...but that question held the key, didn't it? Maybe my brother had found
another way to entertain my son.

I found a parking spot on the street and walked to my house. I told myself
not to jump to conclusions about what they were doing inside. There were
endless possibilities. In fact, maybe Jeremy wasn't there at all. Maybe
Ryan had dropped him off somewhere and he had come back to the house for
some reason.

I quietly entered the house and began to look for them. They weren't
anywhere on the ground floor. I then slowly walked up the stairs. Jeremy's
bedroom door was open, but there was no sound coming from inside. I inched
my way forward then looked into his room.

There they were. Naked as the day they were born. Ryan was lying on his
back, his perfect muscular body and big flaccid cock on display to the
world. Jeremy was beside him, his head resting on my brother's chest and
his arm draped across his chiseled abs. Jeremy's creamy white bubble butt
was on display. They were sleeping peacefully.

I studied them for a few minutes. My emotions were mixed. I was
disappointed that I hadn't found them engaging in sex. Although I was still
having a hard time accepting that my brother was into men, I would have
enjoyed seeing Jeremy sucking on his big dick. I imagined my brother
holding my step-son's head as he pumped his cock in and out of the boy's
mouth. It would have turned me on, just like seeing Jeremy sucking Brett
and the other married man in the beach men's room had turned me on.

The difference was that it was my brother in bed with Jeremy. And that's
where the other emotions came in. Fear, jealousy and resentment. I was
afraid that everything was about to change. I had been Jeremy's confidant
since his arrest. But now he had found someone with whom he could more
closely relate. My brother. The man everyone fell in love with. The man no
one could resist. The man who had everything in life handed to him on a
silver fucking platter. The man who could have anyone in the world he
wanted as a sex partner.

He was also the man who had done this type of thing to me before. When we
were teenagers, girls that came around our house frequently lost interest
in me when they saw my hotter older brother. He didn't do it on purpose,
but he never failed to win even when we weren't competing. The most
egregious offense of this nature was when he took Megan from me. Yeah, did
I neglect to mention that? I had gone out with her a few times when I was
22. Everything was going fine until my brother came around. And you know
how that story ended. He married her and had children with her. Then
divorced her 10 years later.

And now he was doing it again. Granted, this was very different. I wasn't
dating Jeremy. Hell, I didn't know what I was doing with Jeremy. But
whatever it was, whatever my step-son and I were doing, my brother had just
gotten in the middle of it. And how was I going to compete with him? I
would lose, like I had lost every other time in our lives.

I watched them, peacefully sleeping next to one another. I fought the urge
to go up to them and claim Jeremy as mine. I didn't want to let Ryan
win. Not this time. Not with Jeremy. But I wouldn't make a scene, most
especially not in front of Jeremy on his birthday.

I also fought the urge to go inside and lie down next to them on the bed. I
could lie on the other side of Jeremy and gently wake him up, indicating
that I would be happy to share him with my brother. Each of us could offer
something the other couldn't. But I pushed that idea to the side. I wasn't
sure I was prepared to suggest something like that. I was still struggling
to understand who my brother was; my understanding of him had changed so
much in the last 24 hours. And, who the hell was I to assume that Jeremy
would even want that type of thing from us?

I gave them one final look, then headed back downstairs. Once outside, I
pulled out my phone to text my brother, but it slipped from my hand and
fell to the ground. I cursed loudly, then realized I might have just woken
Ryan and Jeremy. So, I picked up my phone and ran into the neighbor's
driveway. Once I got back to Jeremy's car, I texted my brother, "WTF! Get
out of Jer's room. Can't bring the car with u 2 in the house." I wanted him
to know I had found them and I wanted him to squirm a little. But more
importantly, I wanted him to get back on plan so we could make Jeremy's
birthday special!

From my vantage point down the street, I watched the house until Jeremy and
Ryan left about five minutes later. Then I parked the car in the driveway
and placed a huge bow on it. Beth came home from work a little while
later. Then we texted Ryan to say it was safe to come home.

Ryan and Jeremy drove up and we all shouted, "Happy Birthday!", as Beth
handed Jeremy the key to his new car. The pure joy on my step-son's face
made the entire thing worth it. My heart swelled with happiness as I
watched him enjoy the moment. He had experienced so much turmoil over the
last several days. It was incredible to see him having a moment of true
joy. I was proud to have been part of that. Had his mother not been there
– and had we not been in our driveway in front of the whole neighborhood
– I would have hugged him and given him that kiss I had been wanting to
give him. Instead, I simply clasped his hand and gave him a masculine bro
hug.

When I ended the less than satisfying hug, I glanced at my brother. He gave
me a halfhearted smile, clearly unsure how I was going to react to him. I
wouldn't let Jeremy or Beth know there was any tension between us. So I
gave Ryan a similar bro hug, "Thanks, big brother. We couldn't have pulled
this off without your help."

Jeremy was inside his car, checking out the interior and the sound
system. He then poked his head out the door and asked, "Can I take it for a
ride right now?"

Beth said, "Of course, honey! I have a list of places I need you to take me
to."

Within moments, they were gone. Ryan and I stood alone on the driveway.

After a moment of silence, we both said, "We need to talk."

We walked into the house and Ryan said, "I am sorry, Clint. Let me
explain."

I ignored him as I took out a couple shot glasses and poured some Tequila
into each. We held up the glasses and I said, "To Jeremy!".

Ryan responded, "To Jeremy!"

We drank those shots and I poured us another round. After drinking those,
we headed to the dining room to sit. I then said, "I'm listening."

Ryan stuttered, "Um...I'm not sure where to start."

I knew why he said that. He wasn't sure how much I had seen, so he didn't
know how much he had to reveal.

I decided to help him, "I saw you and Jeremy asleep naked in each other's
arms on his bed. Why not start there?"

He began to speak, but I interrupted, "I mean, what the fuck, Ryan? When I
told you about him being gay, I didn't mean that to be an invitation for
you to take advantage of him. And since when do you sleep with dudes
anyway?"

Ryan took a deep breath and said, "Since I was 16, more or less."

I was shocked, "What the hell? What about all the girls you dated and
fucked? What about Megan and your kids?"

Ryan responded, "Hey man, just because I like dudes doesn't mean I can't
like women too. Have you ever heard the term `bisexual'? I think that
applies here."

I nodded, "Of course I know what a bisexual is. I just never thought you
would be one."

Ryan shrugged, "Well, now you know. But seriously, I thought you figured it
out years ago."

I shook my head, "No, why would I have?"

Ryan laughed, "I don't know, bro. Like maybe the time I talked you into
jacking off with me. Didn't you see me drooling while looking at your cock
the entire time?"

I squirmed, resisting the urge to cover my crotch, to hide it from his
lecherous eyes. "Fuck no. You told me you wanted to teach me to jerk
off. You were perving on me?"

Ryan shrugged again, "Well, yeah kind of. But I was a horny kid, just like
you. It wasn't as blatant as the time with Stacey Mulligan."

I was confused. What was he talking about? Stacey Mulligan was the girl
with whom I had lost my virginity. "Huh?"

Ryan explained, "You remember how it happened, right? I convinced Stacey to
fuck you as an early 18th birthday present. So when you came home that
night, you found me in your room fucking her on your bed. Remember?"

I nodded, "Yeah." My cock was beginning to chub as the memory ran through
my mind.

Ryan continued, "Remember how I showed you how to fuck her? Then I pulled
out and passed her over to you. You remember how I coached you through the
whole experience?"

I smiled. The memory was a good one. It had been my first sexual
experience. And my big brother had been there to teach me how to do
it. Yeah. I remembered watching his cock as he pumped in and out of
her. Then, as he pulled out, I saw how wet it was. I remember wondering if
that was from her, or if it was his own cum covering his prick.

Ryan finished, "So yeah, besides being an awesome mentor, you didn't think
I had any other motive? I mean, I could have sworn you noticed me watching
you fucking her. And then, when I told you to pull out just before you
shot, you had to have noticed I shot my load right after you did. You did
notice, didn't you?"

I shook my head, "Hell no. I was in my own fucking world that night. I
barely knew you were there. I mean, I knew you were there because you were
coaching me. But my entire focus was on her pussy and how great it felt."

We were silent for a few moments, then I asked, "You mean, you shot your
load because you saw me shoot mine?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "Pretty much. I mean, fucking her was hot. But
yeah, watching you shoot your load was what `done me in', as they say."

I took a deep breath. I thought he was going to tell me a coming out
story. But instead this sounded more like a confession that he was hot for
me. "So have you perved on me forever, dude?"

Ryan laughed and said, "Don't flatter yourself, asshole. I perved on
anything that walked, guy or girl. You weren't anything special."

I saw him scratch his jaw when he said that. He did that whenever he was
lying. I had known him for 33 years. I could read him like a book. Without
knowing it, my brother had revealed to me that he actually had perved on me
forever. It made me wonder if he had recognized me in the men's room the
day before. Had he known it was me when he offered to suck me? Had he known
it was me when we jacked off for each other? Had he known it was me when he
pushed his cock through the hole for me to stroke?

Those thoughts were a bit too much for me to handle at that moment, so I
turned my focus back to Jeremy. "OK, so I get it. You're into men and
women. But, did you have to go after my step-son just because I told you he
was gay? Aren't there any guys your own age you can fool around with?"

Ryan flinched at the age comment, "No, I didn't go after him because of
what you told me. Truth be told, today wasn't our first time fooling
around."

The jealousy I was feeling grew even hotter, but I misdirected it. "But
he's only 16!"

I wanted to provoke my brother, but it wasn't working. He responded calmly,
"And he is very well aware of what he is doing. I didn't force myself on
him, if that's what you're worried about."

I was silent. I couldn't tell him what I was really worried about – that
he would take Jeremy from me.

Ryan took my silence as the answer to his question. So he changed the
subject, "Did you recognize me yesterday?"

So he had recognized me in the men's room after all. I could have acted
like I didn't know what he was talking about. But, I suspected he'd see
through my lie, just like I had seen through his. I shook my head, "Not
until later. When you sent me the selfie in the supermarket. When did you
recognize me?"

He responded, "The first time you were there, earlier in the afternoon. Had
you been there before? You know, to do that stuff?"

I shook my head, "No, never. I wanted to see what it was all about. Why
Jeremy is so addicted to it. And you? That wasn't your first time, was it?"

He smirked, "Not by a long shot, little brother. I started doing that shit
when I was Jeremy's age. Gave it up while I was married to Megan, but
started up again when we split up. Tell me, have you ever been with a man?"

I couldn't tell him about Jeremy. Even though Ryan had had sex with my
16-year old step-son, I couldn't admit I had done the same. I was too
afraid of revealing our secret. So I decided to take his question
literally; Jeremy wasn't yet a man. "No, I haven't."

He nodded, "Yeah, I could tell by how nervous you were. I was surprised
when you touched me."

I chuckled, "I surprised myself." I paused, then added, "I was even more
surprised that I liked it."

Ryan licked his lips, "Your hand felt good on my cock. I was hoping you'd
jack me off all the way."

I shrugged, "I almost jacked both of us off. I was getting really turned
on."

He then glanced at my crotch. I was getting hard from talking about the
experience in the men's room and the bulge my cock was making was
prominent. He looked from my crotch to my eyes, then back to my crotch. At
the same time, he started pawing his own bulge.

He said, "Me too. I nearly shot my load when we were showing off for each
other. That was fucking hot. Wanna show off for each other right now?"

I looked toward the front entrance and said, "But Jer and Beth could be
back any time."

Ryan shook his head, "You heard Beth. She had a list of errands to
run. They'll be gone for a while."

I was about to think up another excuse, then I decided to go for it. I was
hard. I was horny. The two Tequila shots were making me feel good. And it
wasn't like my brother and I hadn't jacked off for each other before. So, I
said, "Sure, why the hell not?"

He pulled his cock out first. It was hard and throbbing already. I watched
as he pulled it through his fly then started stroking it. A big thick cock,
just like mine. I was hesitating, so he said, "Come on Clint. We've jacked
off together before. Just pull it out and stroke."

I lowered my zipper and freed my cock. My brother sighed as it came into
view, "Yeah, Clint. Show it off for me, just like you did yesterday."

I spat on my hand and spread it all over my shaft. I stroked up and down
while I watched him do the same. We jacked off for each other for a few
minutes, saying nothing. Just re-enacting the jack off session when we were
teenagers. Also re-enacting the jack off session in the men's room the day
before. It was hot watching my brother's biceps flex as he squeezed and
stroked. It might sound narcissistic to say this, considering our cocks are
exactly the same except his has a bigger head, but I was entranced by how
perfect his meat was. The thick shaft. The big helmet head. The pulsing
veins. It was a powerful schlong attached to a powerful man.

He was the first to break the silence, "So, you stroked mine yesterday. My
turn?"

My heart was racing. Was I really going to allow my brother to touch my
hard cock? Fuck yeah, I was! I released my grip on my shaft and let my cock
stand free, available to him.

He scooted his chair closer so our knees were touching. He gently started
feeling every inch of my cock with his fingers. He used his thumb to spread
the pre-cum that was leaking from my piss slit. Then he wrapped his hand
around the shaft and started stroking. "Damn, your cock is beautiful, bro."

I leaned back and enjoyed the hand job. I alternated between watching his
hand stroking my cock to looking at his handsome face. He was smiling from
ear to ear. I said, "Fuck, Ryan, that feels good."

He raised his eyebrows, "I'm glad, baby brother. If you want, you can
stroke me too. No pressure though."

I didn't at first. I simply sat back and enjoyed the feeling of my older
brother stroking me off. But the more I looked at his hard dick, the more I
was drawn to it. I eventually leaned forward and grabbed it. I picked up
where I had left off the day before, stroking my brother's fat dick. It
felt good in my hand. Heavy, hard, hot.

It was difficult to stroke each other in that position without our torsos
touching. I tried resisting at first, but eventually gave in. Each of us
placed our free arm around the other's back. I felt the strong muscles of
his back, so unlike the more delicate back of a woman. Our heads were right
next to each other's, our cheeks touching. I felt his scruffy beard lightly
scratching my skin, so unlike a woman's soft skin. I smelled his sweat and
deodorant, so unlike the odors of a woman.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck right before he kissed my skin. I
tensed up. Was that what we were going to do? Were we going to kiss? A part
of me wanted to. But, I chickened out. I decided to avoid the intimacy for
the moment and increase the sexuality.

I released his cock and leaned back again. I asked, "You offered to suck me
yesterday. Would you really have done it, if I had let you? Knowing it was
me?"

Looking me directly in the eyes, he answered, "I have wanted to suck you
off for as long as I can remember. I'd do it right now, if you'd let me."

I nodded and looked down at my cock in his hand.

He was on his knees in a flash. Time slowed down as I watched my older
brother, my idol and my nemesis, as he began doing the unthinkable. I was
tempted to look away, but I would not. I had looked away the first time
Jeremy sucked me off. That was cowardly. I had invited my brother to suck
me. I would be a man about it and watch as he did so.

My mind was telling me to stop this nonsense at once. But these last few
days with Jeremy had taught me to relax and suffer through uncomfortable
situations. Doing so had paid off with my step-son. Every new experience
with him had started off being uncomfortable, but had ended up being
ball-drainingly pleasurable. I was hopeful the same would happen with my
brother.

Ryan lightly licked the engorged head of my cock. He then looked up at me
and asked, "Are you sure?"

I shook my head, "No! But do it anyway."

He didn't hesitate after that. He wrapped his lips around my cock and
sucked it in. I exhaled strongly as I felt his warm, wet mouth engulf my
shaft. He sucked the entire thing down in one fell swoop and I felt his
throat hug the head and the top of my pole while his tongue swirled around
the shaft. He pulled back up and let it free and exclaimed, "Ah!!"

I watched his bulging biceps as he grabbed onto my butt and pulled himself
down again. I placed my hands on both of them and felt them, really felt
them, for the first time. They were strong, powerful, pumped and
tight. Unlike Jeremy's body, which was slender, toned and youthful, my
brother's body was muscular, thick and manly. I liked them both for
different reasons. With Jeremy's body, I felt strong, fatherly, dominant,
yet protective. With my brother's body, I felt like I was with a grown man,
on equal terms, both of us able to be dominant and protective with one
other.

Having just acknowledged to myself that I was attracted to Ryan's body as
well as Jeremy's, something in my mind unlocked. "Yeah, big brother. You
like sucking my fat dick, don't you?"

He moaned, "Uh huh," without taking his mouth off my cock.

I continued, "My big strong womanizing brother is just a fucking cocksucker
at heart. You've wanted to suck my dick since we were teenagers. You've
wanted to feel my cock fucking your mouth, haven't you?"

He held my cock with one hand as he pulled off and looked into my eyes. I
could see that he was wild with lust. "Yeah, Clint. You have no idea how
much I've wanted this."

I pushed him back onto my cock, "I should have joined you and Jeremy today,
fed both of you cocksuckers my hard dick. I'll bet you both would have
liked that." I checked myself. I had to be careful not to reveal that
Jeremy had been sucking me off recently.

He was moving up and down my cock at a fast pace, using both his hand and
his mouth to pleasure me.

I continued, "Yeah, brother. That feels good. Damn! You're a good
cocksucker. Did you suck Jeremy like this? Or was it the other way around?
Did you feed my cock hungry step-son your big dick?"

He pulled off, but continued to stroke my spit-covered shaft, "Both. We
sucked each other off."

The image of the two of them in a 69 position flashed through my head and
it made my cock jerk. I stood up. I needed to fuck his face. He adjusted
himself so he was in a comfortable position as I grabbed the sides of his
head and held it in place.

I pummeled his mouth with my cock as I continued to say things that
surprised even me, "Did you like his teenage cock, or do you prefer a man's
cock like mine? Did you play with his young little ass? I'll bet you
did. I'll bet you wanted to fuck his hole with your man-sized dick, didn't
you?"

I held his head in place, not allowing him to pull off to answer my
questions. I wasn't really seeking answers. I was only voicing the lustful
thoughts that were passing through my head. And after years of feeling
inferior to my perfect older brother, it felt good to have the upper hand
with him. He was on his knees servicing me. My handsome muscular
brother. The guy who had stolen my girlfriends from me. The guy whom I had
envied all my life. He was on his knees, sucking my cock, bowing to my
will.

I felt a fleeting flash of guilt as I thought about the taboo act we were
committing. I had never given incest much thought. But at that moment, with
my brother on his knees in front of me, elated at finally sucking the cock
he had desired for so many years, and with me standing above him enjoying
every second of the pleasure he was giving me, I wondered what all the fuss
was about. At that moment we were just two horny men getting off
together. Who the fuck cared that we came from the same parents? If
anything, our brotherly bond added to the excitement of the encounter.

I pulled his head off my cock and looked into his eyes. His mouth and
cheeks were covered in spit. His eyes were unfocused, lost in lust. I
stepped back about a foot and my brother's face took on a look of
desperation. I waved my cock back and forth. His eyes followed it as he
crawled forward until he could reach it again. I moved backward another
foot, forcing him to crawl again.

I smacked his face with my hard cock, "You really want this, don't you big
brother?"

He nodded his head, trying to catch my cock with his mouth. I kept moving
it out of the way, using it to smack his cheeks. Then, I pushed it back
into my shorts and placed my fingers on my zipper. "I think we should
stop. We shouldn't do this."

Ryan whimpered, "No, Clint. Please." He reached for my cock and pulled it
back out. I smiled. It was fun to tease him, to see how much power the idea
of sucking my cock had over him.

As he slid it back into his mouth, I said, "Damn! You really are hungry for
my cock."

Despite having seen him in action in the park men's room. Despite having
seen him sleeping naked next to Jeremy. Despite having heard him admit to
me that he had wanted to suck my cock since we were teenagers. Despite all
that, I still found it hard to believe my brother was the guy on his knees
giving me a blow job.

I continued. "You are one nasty mother fucker. You started the day by
sucking off my teenage step-son and now you're ending it by sucking off me,
your own brother."

Ryan let go of my cock and started moving away. I had gone too far and had
either frightened him or hurt his feelings.

I stopped him, "No, I don't mean it that way. I mean, I should be disgusted
by this. But that's not what I'm thinking at all. It's fucking hot. I'm
loving it! Come back here, big brother."

He came right back and started sucking me again.

I asked, "Do your fantasies about me include swallowing my cream?"

He nodded, "Uh huh."

I said, "Good, because I'm not going to pull out when I shoot."

After that, it took less than a minute for my brother to get me off. The
whole situation was too exciting for me. There was the danger of being
caught in my dining room fucking my brother's mouth. There was the sight of
my extremely handsome brother with the amazing body on his knees sucking my
cock. There were the images I conjured of him and Jeremy sucking each other
off earlier in the day. There was the incredible pleasure he was giving me
with his talented mouth. They all drove my mind wild. But the thought that
finally put me over the edge. The thought that made my mind blow. The
thought that made my balls tighten and release my load into my brother's
hungry mouth. That thought was of my brother teaching me how to fuck a guy,
just like he had taught me how to fuck a girl 16 years earlier. Ever since
the thought of fucking Jeremy's ass had come to me when I found him asleep
in the living room, I couldn't get it out of my mind. And now, with my
brother on his knees in front of me, willing to do anything to please me, I
had an idea how I could use this to my advantage. I wanted to fuck Jeremy,
but I didn't know how to do so without hurting him. Perhaps my brother
could teach me how.

As my load traveled up my pipe and emptied into my brother's mouth, I felt
like I had reached an epiphany, albeit an endorphin-induced one. I looked
down at my brother as my cock twitched with each load it spewed into his
mouth. I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he eagerly swallowed, but
I saw some of my cream leak out the side of his mouth. I pulled back so
just my head was in his mouth, hoping that would help him contain all my
cum. Then my balls were empty and I pulled out completely.

My brother scooped up the cum on his chin and ate it. Then he looked to the
floor to see if any had landed there. I headed to the kitchen to grab a
couple paper towels. I wrapped one around my leaking cock, before I tucked
it back inside my shorts. I went back to the dining room and handed the
other paper towel to Ryan, which he used to wipe the cum and spit from his
face. He then wiped up some stray drops of cum that had landed on his shirt
and shorts.

He stood up and pushed his hard cock back into his shorts. He hadn't cum,
and yet he didn't seem to be concerned about it. He awkwardly said,
"Um... so... that was intense."

I felt equally awkward and said, "Yeah... um... sorry for saying some of
those things. I'm not sure where that all came from."

He crumpled up the paper towel and said, "No need to apologize. It was
surprising, but hot."

He walked to the kitchen to throw away the paper towel. I was in awe as I
watched my big masculine brother's broad back, bubble ass and thick legs. I
was seeing him in a completely new light and I was liking it.

He then came back to the dining room and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Are
you cool with what we just did? It was awesome for me, but I want to make
sure you're not freaked out."

I wasn't completely sure I was cool with it, but I knew I would be. So I
responded, "I think so. Maybe we have to do it again sometime soon, just to
be sure."

He laughed and wrapped his arm around me. "Maybe I can teach my little
brother some new things. Just like old times."

In the past, I would have tried to squirm away from him. But for the first
time in my life, I enjoyed the feeling of my brother holding me. I simply
relaxed against his body as he held me tight.

We heard cars pull into our driveway. Ryan released his hold on me and we
sat back down at the dining room table. As the front door opened, we heard
the voices of Jeremy and a few other teenagers. The birthday celebration
was about to begin.

End of Chapter 9.