Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 07:50:21 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I'm a Slob; He's too Neat, Part One" by Jay Roberts      Gay incest

***This is the tale of two brothers.  One of them may be like you; The
other like your older brother, as in this story.  Anyway, even if it seems
like your family, if you are under 18, you will have to wait to hear how it
ends up.


Yeah, like the intro, I am Jeff, sixteen years old.  I'm the slob.  Barry,
my brother, eighteen, is the fussy one.  Are you thinking Felix and Oscar?
Maybe the author got the idea from us.

You would think of sixteen as the best time of life.  Everyone says so;
sweet sixteen, what bullshit.  You are too young to drive, you still have
acne and you are so sexually intoxicated that your grades go south, along
with your social life.

It's not that way with Barry.  Barry is the golden boy.  He always got top
marks all the way through school.  He is a standout in three sports in high
school...and to top everything else off, he's a Tom Cruise look-alike.

About me, I am in isolation.  What I mean is that Barry has painted a line
down the center of our shared bedroom.  "You dirty bag, stay on your side.
Don't let any of your smelly clothes get on my side.  Keep a window open
over there to get rid of some of the stink."

He may be beautiful to look at, but he's rough in his manners and respect
for his only brother; his little boy brother.  Clean and neat Barry is gay.
You may not believe it, but guys who brush their teeth three times a day
and use deodorant in their crotch make me suspicious.

I may be gay also, even though I am definitely not the stereotype of a
homo.  Are gays unbathed as I am, well I do slosh with a washcloth a bit in
the AM, but tooth brushing more than once a week is nuts.  I do it every
Saturday.  I like my body odor.  Sometimes at night I sniff my pits when I
jerk off.  It really gets me going.

About gay Barry.  He's not one of those cruising queens; and not one of
those guys who drops his pants, or gets on his knees for every hot looking
boy.  No, he restricts himself to Spencer, his regular porkee.  Spencer is
not very much like Barry.  Spencer is a real swishy fruit.  He's very
girlish and petty, rather than handsome.  His willowy body may turn my
brother on, but he leaves me cold.  Between us, I have a crush on my bro.

Everything was going along the same way for a few years when Barry seemed
to get fed up with me.  He says, "The older you get, the more your smell
gets stronger.  Sometimes it gets me into a coughing fit."

Then he put his hands on his hips.  Not the gay way, but the jock way, and
he gave me an ultimatum.  "Either you begin to take care of your hygiene,
or I will."

I answered elegantly, "Fuck you."  I knew this ultimatum was not
enforceable in a court of law, or anywhere else.

Now I drink a little...well maybe more than a little.  On Friday nights the
guys and I play poker and I will put away a six-pack.  I usual manage to
crawl home and fall into bed without waking the house, but last Friday
night Barry was awake and waiting for me.

"I've had it with you.  You're a drunken smelly bum.  This is going to end
tonight."

"How you goin' to do zat?" I asked, almost ready to pass out, but with my
last strength, I kicked off my slides, dropped my shorts and pulled off my
tee shirt and fell into bed.

He came crossed the national boundary without a passport, made his way
through various articles of clothing strewn around and fast food containers
and made his way over to my bed.  "'m going to bath you."

I snorted and fell fast asleep for two minutes.  Barry stood over the bed
gazing at me, seeing me naked for the first time.  I think he was chagrined
to see my long fat dick that was bigger than his jock one.  Then, he shook
himself into action as he picked me up, fireman style, threw me over his
bare shoulder, and hauled me off into the bathroom we shared.

I was in a horny mood.  I hadn't had any sex for days.  My poker buddies
were all straight, so that my bare body against Barry's athletic and my
nose and mouth against his smooth clean soap-smelling back caused me to
throw a boner.  When I have a boner, it's a real sight because of the size
of my equipment.  Barry's eyes bugged out and he began to feel a little
stirring down there.

He sat me down on the toilet seat and ran a bath.  He had to keep watching
me because I would begin to slide off in my pissed state.  Finally bath was
drawn and Barry lifted me up and slid me into the just-right temperature
water.  I started to slip back into sleep, but I half woke up as Barry
began to use a soap washcloth on my body.  Shit, it felt good.  I almost
reached up and kissed my bro I was so pig happy.

"Jeff," he gasped, his mouth twisted in disgust, "You curly hair is
actually dusty.  I hate to think what I'm gonna find when I wash it right
now."

Later he complained about my prick.  "You got enough cheese in here to make
a pizza.  Don't you know the piss trick of pulling your foreskin over the
head when pissing."

"No dear brother, show me.  Pull it back and forth.  I like that."

He punched me, but he did tenderly clean the head and foreskin.  I was
humming in delight.  He ignored that.  "Left your arms, let me get at those
pits.  Yuck, I have to hold my breath until they are finished."

"You're tickling me," I giggled.  "How about my ass crack now."

"Oh shit, you got dingle berries there.  You are the dirtiest boy in the
country."

"You mean my mind?"

I began reaching out and using my finger to stroke his tits.  "Stop that
you pervert."

"Me?  I don't fuck a sissy boy."

"Stand up!" he ordered.  The water's too dirty to stay in.  Let's get you
into the shower.

He slipped off his underwear and pushed me into the shower.  At that moment
I felt in my bones (and boner) that this night would end with me, at last
getting my brother's ass.

In the shower he soaped me up again.  "You're better.  I can't smell
anything anymore."

"You'll miss my funk, that's part of my personality.  Hey,
nut-for-cleanliness, you only had two showers today, I think you need a
soaping up."

I grabbed another cloth and soaped it up.  Barry watched me.  I could see
from his face that he was slipping into a sex mode.  His confident lips
were parted and his expression was soft and I little goofy.

I started on his broad shoulders.  He was very compliant.  A little
pressure got him to turn around, just like one directs a horse.  Oh that
back and down toward the bottom his perky ass.  It swept outward in a deep
curve.  You could rest the soap on the top.

I turned him again and began a soft swirling treatment of his six-pack
belly and then took his nice cock and balls in my hands and cleaned them
tenderly.  When I stood up, he grabbed me and kissed me, his full lips
encasing my younger ones.  We were both huffing around that kiss.  Slowly
our arms crept up and around each other.  Our fronts were glued to each
other, our pricks against our bellies.

At last we separated.  "I like the way you give baths, Barry."

He swatted my ass.  I moaned in appreciation.

"You like spankings?  I think you'd like to be fucked, bro."

"Maybe."

"Come back to the room.  Get in my bed on the clean side of the room.  I
don't want to walk on your side, I could get leprosy or something."

"Okay, geez, I feel ten pounds lighter.  I miss my dirt."

But he ignored me and we fell on his bed.  The jock that he is, he whirled
around and in a moment he had my big cock in his hot mouth and there was
nothing else for me to do than to take his in my mouth.  It was knocking
against my lips anyway.

I had never done 69 with anyone.  It causes a mind storm.  You kept going
back and forth enjoying the suck and then your attention goes to your own
cock that is vibrating and leaking.  I was hearing the delicious sounds of
my brother's eager sucking and I enjoyed his occasional gag sound as my big
cock touched a spot in his throat.  My own noisy swallowing was like music
to me.

Suddenly Barry took his hot mouth off.  "Kid, I going to blow in a moment.
Are you near?"

"I'm one suck away."

We both dove in and he wasn't kidding.  Sweet family milk began to coat my
tongue and fire into my throat.  The big boy was flipping like a fish out
of water.  I stroked his sweating back to calm him as he came down from his
cum high, but then I became selfish as I grabbed his head and began fucking
his mouth and shooting my sperm into his gulping craw.

It was great.  It was hot.  It was sex as only brothers can do for each
other.

"Can I stay in your bed tonight?" I asked him.

"You afraid of the dark, the way you were when you were six years old?"

He put is muscled arm around me and we fell asleep, our breaths bathing
each other.

End Part One

Stay for part two when Spencer and the boys get it on with less brotherly
love and more dirty sex.