Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2015 07:01:39 -0600
From: T Bevis <travis.bevis@gmail.com>
Subject: In The Motorhome Part 2

IN THE MOTORHOME - Part 2

By: T-RAV

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on true events, but has been slightly
modified to improve the overall flow of the story and all character names
have been changed.



After our colorful, event-filled, camping trip, it was game on for Justin
and me. Every chance we got, we would do what we could to make arrangements
to play together. For several months we engaged in various moments of
mutual and assisted masturbation, to the point where I became obsessed with
it. We would go out of our way to create instances where we were alone,
just the two of us. We jerked off together in our bedroom at night. We
stroked each other in the woods near our house. We worked each other over
in public restrooms and in movie theaters.

I became insatiable, I just couldn't get enough, but before long, hand jobs
became less than satisfying for Justin. He would cancel plans on me last
minute, he wouldn't respond to my advances, and he started becoming less
and less available. To top it off, as girls became something of interest to
him, I knew he was becoming bored with his horny little brother.

One night we were up really late at our house, watching movies. After
seeing what seemed like every horror movie under the sun, we decided to go
to bed. Even at 2am, I was very much in the mood to play, and I had thought
about it over and over again for the entire evening. As soon as the door
closed behind us, I lunged towards him viciously, and without missing a
beat, I started rubbing his flaccid dick through the front of his pajama
pants.

"I'm not in the mood tonight, Trey," he told me, pushing my hand away.

"Aw... why not? I've been thinking about that hot cock of yours all day," I
replied, as I quickly reached for it again.

"I said no!" He yelled, stepping back, "Can't you see I'm tired and I just
want to go to bed?"

"I guess... you're definitely in a weird mood tonight," I said with a
frown. "C'mon, bro, let me jack you off... I want it so bad."

Justin paused for a moment, and then, with a smirk on his face that I had
never seen before, he pushed me down hard onto his bed. Surprised by his
behavior, I sat up right as he pulled out his now hardening member. "Suck
it!" He instructed, pushing my head into his crotch.

"I don't know if I can... I've never... GULP!" My mouth was quickly filled
with his throbbing tool, and I felt his big cock-head on the back of my
tongue. I remember trying not to gag on his monster of a dick, and being
unsure of what to do. I had never sucked a guy off before, and at 13 years
old, I was pretty clueless. Then, within a few seconds, something crazy
happened, I just instinctively started blowing my big brother's cock; I
became some sort of animal, hungry for his raw flesh! I bobbed and
slobbered all over it, taking it in its full length. I went all the way
down on it, pushing it deep into the back of my throat.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned as he roughly ran his fingers through the back of my
dirty blond hair, "you like that big dick, don't you!"

"Oh yes, I do," I choked out, "feed it to me, bro, feed it to me!"

I worked it like a pro for several minutes, while simultaneously stroking
my own rock hard, uncut, pole. I had never been so aroused in my life, and
at one point I thought I would pass out from the rush of the experience.
Before I knew what was happening, he let out a loud moan and pulled his
dick out of my hungry mouth. He shot his first rope of hot juice onto my
lower lip, and as his body began to spasm, the rest of his load splattered
all over my face. At this point, I nearly lost it, because this was the
first time I had ever tasted another man's cum, and the flavor of my own
brother's seed sent me into fits of ecstasy. My own load erupted deep from
within me, and shot violently up my torso, making me cry out in pleasure. I
licked my lips as he ran the tip of his dick across the side of my face,
wiping off the last remaining drops of himself onto my cheek.

I laid there for a while in a puddle of lust, unable to move, but soon I
came back to reality. I cleaned myself up and headed for the shower. As I
went to bed that night, I heard him snoring like a baby from the other side
of the room, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew that I had more than
restored the sexual desires he had once had for me, his kid brother, and
that before long, I would have his oversized manhood deep in my mouth
again.