Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2006 20:06:55 -0500
From: Duke Student <dukeblue001@hotmail.com>
Subject: jock bro's homecoming (gay/incest)

You all liked my "brothers next door" story so much that I thought I'd write
another story about two other guys I knew in high school...also brothers,
also incredibly hot. Enjoy.

If you'd told me a couple months ago that my brother--Eliot Snyder, college
freshman on the school's crew team and all-around stud--was gay, I'd have
laughed in your face, then probably kicked your ass just for saying it. Even
though I'm a year younger than Eliot, I'm still protective of my bro--after
all, his reputation reflects on mine, always in a good way.

My name's Graham, and I'm a senior in high school this year. I'm not a crew
nazi like my brother, but I'm on the football team, which keeps me
big--bigger than he is, actually, last time we checked at my eighteenth
birthday. And I'm not bad-looking myself, although like Eliot my focus has
always been on girls. I'm single and I like it that way, since it gives me
my pick of the field. I never thought my idea of the field would ever be as
wide as it's become...

A few weeks ago Eliot came home for winter break, and it was clear that
college and crew practice had been good to him. Eliot had packed on the
freshman 15--15 pounds of solid muscle on his arms, shoulders, chest and
legs. The medium build my brother had taken off to school with him had
thickened to a real college jock's frame, and he was filling out his gray
t-shirts and preppy colored polos like never before.

But like I said, that wasn't the reason I noticed he was bigger--at least, I
didn't admit to myself that it was. When he came home that day, our
relationship was just what it had always been, two buddies who loved to hang
out, work out, and shoot the shit. He immediately proposed that we go out
that night, and I gladly agreed, eager to spend some time with my big bro
after four months of not seeing each other.

We went to one of our favorite places, a bar where we knew they didn't check
ID. We plopped down in a booth, ordered a couple beers, and sat back to
talk.

"So it's good, huh? College?"

"Damn good, man," Eliot said, running a hand through his short brown hair
and taking a swig of his beer. "Pretty busy, but there's plenty of time for,
uh, extracurricular activities." He grinned, that smile that I knew could
melt girls' defenses, and took another drink.

"Lotta hot girls down there?" I offered, downing some of my beer.

Eliot paused. "Yeah...I mean, I don't really--Jake!" He interrupted himself,
avoiding an awkward moment, as he saw his buddy Jake Barnes walk in. Jake
had gone to the same college as Eliot, and while they hadn't been that close
in high school they really seemed to have bonded now. They exchanged a firm
handshake and a slap on the back. Jake turned to me and did the same.

"Graham, buddy, fuckin' great to see you, dude."

"You too, man, you look good." And I meant it, too--Jake and Eliot were
workout buddies at school and it showed just as much on his body as it did
on my brother's. His 6'0" frame pushed out hard into his dark blue t-shirt,
his cheeks and jaw more solid than before.

"Hey, well..." he paused awkwardly. "Not as good as this stud." He smacked
Eliot's chest and Eliot shoved him back. In that moment they gave each other
a look that, if I'd known what I do now, I would have figured out. Instead I
just kind of nodded and turned back to my beer.

We talked for a while, greeting other friends in the bar and downing beer
after beer, till finally Eliot and Jake were pretty far gone, and I wasn't
totally sober myself. If I had been I might have noticed Eliot's fingers
tracing along Jake's tight sides under the form-fitting t-shirt, or his
buddy's subtle adjustment of the tight crotch of his jeans.

"Hey man, we're gonna grab some fresh air," said Eliot. "Watch our stuff,
okay?"

I nodded absently, not even watching as they walked off toward the door. I
just sat, nursing my sixth or seventh beer, kind of staring into space. A
couple girls wandered by and gave me a smile, their eyes tracing obviously
from my face down over my pecs and biceps, showing nicely under my white
button-down, the sleeves rolled up like I knew they liked. But for some
reason I didn't really give a shit that they were looking at me, and
eventually they moved on.

Twenty minutes later I realized I'd been sitting by myself for almost half
an hour, and forgetting all about our coats I turned and headed the way
Eliot and Jake had gone. I shuffled outside into the cold--no sign of them.
Back inside, I went down a little-used hall with a couple of broken
payphones at the end.

I turned a corner and stopped dead. Even in my slightly buzzed state I saw
clearly what was going on. My brother, straight jock stud who I looked up to
and spent my life trying to be like, had Jake Barnes' face planted in his
neck, and a look on his own face that I quickly recognized as deep sexual
pleasure. Eliot's own lips brushed softly against Jake's cheek while his
hands, which had apparently already unbuckled his friend's belt and undone
his jeans, now shoved under Jake's pants and boxers to clutch his muscular
ass. He was groaning quietly.

"Holy shit," I said loudly. Eliot's eyes shot open and met mine. At that
moment I turned and walked out. I heard him yelling "Graham!" behind me, but
I was already out the door. He'd driven--I walked past the parking lot and
started the short walk home.

What I felt was hard to describe. The initial shock didn't last too long--as
soon as I had the final piece in my head, the puzzle of the last few hours
put itself suddenly together. Then the question of "Why Jake?" popped
unannounced into my head, and that quickly led to another question I wasn't
totally prepared for: "Why not me?"

"Are you serious? Are you fucking jealous?" I hissed at myself under my
breath as I kept walking, feeling the cold night all over. And it wasn't
till then that I looked down and realized I was totally hard, my 7-inch cock
bulging hard into my jeans. This was way too much. I put Eliot out of my
head and started to run.

I was lying on my bed a couple hours later when Eliot came home. He'd been
too drunk to drive so another friend had taken him. Jake was nowhere in
sight.

The front door closed softly and I heard Eliot's footsteps up the stairs.
Our parents weren't home but I guess he was trying not to wake me. He walked
past my room to his own and I heard him drop his jacket and shoes on the
floor. Then he came back out, and a second later there was a soft tap on my
door.

I didn't answer, but Eliot came in anyway. To my tormented mind, he had
never looked better. He had pulled off his coat and his polo, leaving him in
a tight gray undershirt that clung to his arms and chest. His belt was
undone--who knew how long it had been like that--and the button of his jeans
was popped loose, which meant the top of his dark gray boxer briefs showed
clearly.

He wore a nervous expression, the loose drunkenness almost totally gone from
his eyes. Eliot's lips were tight, and he ran his tongue up over them. I
hadn't noticed till that moment just how fucking gorgeous my brother was.

"Graham, I--"

"Save it, dude," I said. "I can see you picked up more than just a nice body
at school."

That comment seemed to surprise him. "I...didn't think you noticed." I gave
him a look, but he just walked in and sat down at the desk next to my bed.
"Look, what me and Jake did was just fucking around," he said quickly.

I didn't know what to say. I was at once relieved and upset at that. It
didn't help that my cock was raging hard again, squeezing against my boxers
under the blue mesh shorts I'd thrown on. My chest heaved slightly into my
white t-shirt, pressing tightly against my pecs. "So you've never felt
anything for...another guy before?"

Eliot looked away, palming his left pec. "Um..." Right then I noticed he was
hard, too, his even more impressive 8 inches threatening the boxer briefs
under his jeans. It was starting to click for me again--he had no idea how I
felt, and was just trying to save his reputation, but he was having a hard
time with this line of questioning, especially coming from me.

Without even thinking what I was doing, I moved up on the bed. "Come here,
man."

Eliot looked at me quizzically, still looking at me like the gay brother
trying to convince the straight brother he's still a man. But his eyes
betrayed him and glanced over my crotch. He looked up at me with an
expression that mixed hope, fear, excitement, and pure college jock stud
lust in a way I'd never seen before, a way that also turned me on more than
you can imagine.

He sat on the bed just a foot or so from me, his eyes never breaking from my
gaze. "Graham...I don't know how to say this..."

"Don't say anything, Eliot," I whispered, not even in control of my own body
anymore. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was a pent-up lust for my brother
that I'd never released till that very night, but something drove me
forward, into Eliot's arms, into Eliot's chest, and with a muttered swear,
into Eliot's lips.

I kissed him hard, my tongue shooting out into his mouth, my teeth hitting
against his. Our chests were also pressed together, and our arms wrapped
around each other's hard bodies. I clutched his bulging shoulders, but his
hands didn't seem to know what to do, kind of perching awkwardly on my back.
His kiss had become hesitant too. I pulled back, staring into the face that
all of a sudden I couldn't resist.

"It's okay, bro," I whispered, my hands slipping up to the back of his head,
caressing his hair.

"I want you so bad, Graham," he said quietly, almost painfully.

"Then take me, man," I said firmly, and I pulled off my white t-shirt. I
could see it had the desired effect--Eliot stared at my tanned pecs and
six-pack for only a second before pinning me to the bed and assaulting my
lips with his, his hands no longer tentative but confident, sliding all over
my hard and muscular body.

It should have seemed weird, the two of us, straight stud brothers of only a
year apart, passionately making out on my bed. But instead of my brother
turning me off, the fact that we'd spent our whole lives together, shared so
many interests and tastes, really were two versions of the same hot guy,
made it seem totally natural. Even made it hotter than if it had just been
some other guy--and I could tell it was the same for Eliot. The look he had
on his face when he told me how much he wanted me blew away anything he'd
felt for Jake.

Meanwhile my blue mesh shorts were coming off as I felt my brother's hands
slide along my thighs. As he pulled off the boxers too he had a look of
unbelievable desire on his face, and I'm sure mine looked exactly the same.

My cock sprang out, rock-hard, standing full mast at its thick 7 inches.
Eliot inhaled slowly as he ran his fingers along the side of my boner. It
shot a spurt of pre-cum over his hand. He smiled and pulled the fingers to
his lips, tasting my juice for the first time. He'd caught me jerking off a
couple times before--for him to be touching my cock and tasting my jizz now
was absolutely incredible.

Before I could even process that, though, Eliot's lips were on my cockhead
and fuck if my big bro wasn't sucking my dick. He took it all down in
seconds (must've practiced on Jake Barnes) and proceeded to give me the best
blow job of my life. Groaning loudly at the feeling of Eliot's tight, wet
mouth all around my aching cock, I gripped the sides of the bed with my
hands, then grabbed at Eliot's head and shoulders. Fuck, he was hot.

And damn but my supposedly straight jock brother loved my cock. He didn't
let go till I was shooting hard down his throat, swallowing every last drop
of my high school football stud cum. I don't know how he got it all down,
since that's still the biggest load I've ever shot.

When he was done he came back up and kissed me again, letting me taste the
sweetness of his lips along with the tartness of my own cum. It was then
that I felt Eliot's cock, insistently pushing out through his boxer briefs
into my leg. I'd never felt a guy's dick like that before, and had never
wanted to. But after what Eliot had just done for me, and after realizing
what I felt for him, all I wanted was to get my bro's 8-inch meat in my
throat as fast as possible.

I kissed down Eliot's neck, pushing up his tight gray undershirt with my
hands and feeling his own pecs and cut abs under my excited fingers. We
broke contact just long enough to get his shirt up and over his head, then
my lips met his again. "I'm so hot for you, Eliot," I whispered into his
cheek.

He didn't answer, just breathed out sharply as I sank down to his chest,
sucking on his nipples. "Fuck, Graham..." he groaned. I dropped further, my
hands taking control again as they pulled off his tight jeans. I stared at
the huge bulge into his gray briefs, a dark spot where he'd shot some hot
athlete pre-fuck for me.

I really was hot for my brother, too hot, in fact, to wait any longer, and I
slipped off his underwear and swallowed the first few inches of Eliot's
beautiful cock. I tasted my brother's cum--it was actually a lot like mine,
thick, tangy, fucking delicious. My hormones kicked in and I slid further
down, now about 5 inches of his hard 8-incher inside me. That was about all
I could do but it was plenty to keep him happy.

I sucked hard, pushing Eliot back against the end of the bed, which he
clutched, his eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed my first cock-sucking. My
hands were clenched one against his tight six-pack, the other around his
muscle ass. He was almost there when suddenly he pulled back and his juicy
cock popped out of my mouth. I looked up, worried and angry.

But Eliot's face wore a mischievous grin. "Not yet, stud. You gotta fuck me
first." I couldn't believe what was happening as my crew jock brother pulled
off his jeans and boxer briefs completely and knelt on the bed, his perky
muscular bubble butt inviting me on. I nearly shot another load just from
the sight of it.

Quickly, though, I moved up and did what I figured was best--stuck my head
between his ass cheeks and started licking his tight hole. "Oh, fuck,
Graham, fuckin' eat me out, bro, shit!" Eliot moaned as my tongue darted in
and around his pink asshole. Don't ask me how but I could tell he'd been
fucked before--still, it was hot as hell to be licking my hot big brother's
ass.

After a little while I grabbed some lube from my desk and wiped Eliot down.
I knelt behind him and wrapped my arms around, pressing my pecs up against
his back and letting my hard cock run up and down his loosened crack. I
could tell Eliot was getting really horny for my cock--he started grinding
his ass back into it as my own hands palmed his solid pecs and abs and then
slipped to wrap around his huge jock piece.

Eliot turned his head back and I kissed him over his shoulder. This was the
most intimate contact we'd had all night, and if I hadn't looked up into his
beautiful green eyes, I might have forgotten it was my big brother I was
about to fuck. "Come on, Graham," Eliot whispered. "Fuck me, dude. Fuck me
hard." With a deep breath, I let my cock slip into my brother's tight
asshole.

And I gave him everything he wanted--I fucked him like my life depended on
it, and in just a few strokes he was taking my thick 7-incher to the balls.
Eliot was groaning hard, but not as much in pain as in satisfied pleasure at
getting deep-dicked by his cut football jock little brother. I was going in
so easily, he'd obviously become quite a cockhound in college.

"Aw, yeah, dude, pound me, Graham," he was muttering as I reached and around
and helped him along further, caressing his pecs with my left hand and
jacking his hot 8-inch meat with my right. My chest was rubbing hard against
his back as my cock pumped in and out of his college jock pussy, and my lips
were all over his neck and hair. I couldn't believe how hot I was for my own
brother, but Eliot was even more obsessed with me.

"Fuck me, bro!" he growled, grabbing the bedpost with one hand and my leg
with the other as the pace picked up. "Little bro fuckin' my ass, holy
shit..." Eliot whispered as he now clutched my legs with both hands, pushing
me forward and shoving his ass back into my aching prick--I don't think I've
ever been harder in my life.

Then, suddenly, he let out a low groan and I felt his cock explode in my
hand, shooting his hot seed all over the bed and dousing my fingers. His ass
clamped down and I was done. It was nothing like shooting into a girl's
pussy--Eliot's ass was so tight, squeezing hard around me, that I could feel
each shot pumped out of my balls by my brother's tight assring.

He groaned again when I pulled out finally and we dropped onto the bed,
covered in sweat and cum. His back was to me still as I ran my hand lightly
over his powerful right bicep, sliding my leg between his. Eliot turned over
and stared at me, then leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Dude...I had no idea fucking you was this hot," I said. "I mean, fuck,
Eliot, I thought you were..."

He just grinned. "Guess we both had our little secret."

I kissed and licked Eliot's neck and chest as my hand wrapped around his
still-hard cock, then looked up into his beautiful green eyes. "Not that
little."

"Come here, bro," he said, and slid his thick arms around my solid torso
again. I flipped off the light and smiled as my brother's lips hit mine and
our hard chests and hard cocks pressed together. Let me just say it was one
hell of a night.