Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:22:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zeek King <zeekking41@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kenny and Ryan: Chapter 1

Warning: This is a work of fiction that is in no way based off of truth or
fact.  This story involves sex between brothers. If such work offends you,
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Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Kenny And Ryan: Chapter 1
by Colin T.

	I had always been attracted to my brother, Kenny, though not in the
sexual way -- at least at first.  I looked up to him when we were both
younger, and the one year age difference between us only cemented my
emulation of him.  We used to do a lot together; play football, wrestle in
the house, and play pickup basketball.  He used to help me with my math
homework.  We had a lot of fun together.
	Then...something happened.  Right around the time he turned
thirteen, things started to change between us.  He got nasty; verbally and,
sometimes, physically abusive.  He would scream at me, swear at me for no
reason at all.  Whenever I walked into the room, it seemed, he would attack
me for some preconceived wrong.  Then, as we both got older, and he
developed some muscle tone from football, he began to hit me a bit.  A
punch in the stomach, a kick in the back of the legs, a backhand across the
face.
	Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't just lay there and take it.  My
brother and I are vastly different physically.  He was short and stocky;
around 5'8" and maybe 180 pounds, all of it muscle.  He had brown hair and
brown eyes; eyes that could be so cruel.  His smile was impish, and he was
quick to take off his shirt and show off the chest he worked hard for.
However, his ass was his greatest feature.  He always wore these khaki
cargo pants that perfectly hugged the round globes of his ass.
	I stood at about 5'10" by the age of 16, and weighed around 150
pounds.  I was tall and lanky, though I was beginning to get a bit of
muscle in my midriff.  I had blonde hair and blue eyes; a perfect Aryan
child.  I wasn't as strong as my brother, but I could hold my own in a
fight, which I often ended up doing.  My own ass wasn't anything to sneeze
at, and I often wore baggy pants that allowed my boxers and a bit of skin
to show.
	We would get into very physical altercations; him pushing and
punching me, myself defending and jabbing back as best I could.  He would
often tackle me; a terrible parody of our childhood wrestling.  He was the
quarterback on our high school football team, and had developed quite an
ego.
	One day, something quite unexpected happened.  I was in the
kitchen, pouring myself some juice, when he walked through the front door;
I could already tell he was in a bitch mood.  He was sweaty and hot, and
his girlfriend wasn't giving him any, not even head. (I had heard him
talking on the phone about it to one of his asshole friends.) As he walked
by me, he knocked the glass out of my hand.  It shattered on the floor and
I became furious.  Why did he always have to be such an asshole to me?
What had I ever done wrong?  I pushed him into a nearby wall, causing him
to stumble a bit as his hip connected with the plaster.  He righted himself
and turned, a look of hate blazing in his eyes.  He came after me and I,
like a pussy, turned and ran.  I didn't stand a chance.  He tackled me, and
I fell to the ground, my face smashed into a carpet smelling of dog piss
and sweat.  He flipped me over and started wailing on me, his fists
connecting with my face and stomach, sometimes my kidneys.  He was sitting
on my chest, and his sweat pants were baggy around his ass.  Suddenly, I
noticed a tent starting to form in the crotch of his sweat pants, a sure
sign from any male that they were getting a hard on.  He looked down and
noticed it himself, then smiled a soft cruel smile.  He stopped beating on
me, and reached down to his waist, flipping the elastic of his sweat pants
over his growing manhood.  His dick was contained by his jock, a thin layer
of fabric, but I could make out the outline of its engorged head; he hadn't
jacked off for a while.  He cupped my head and brought it up to his jock,
then smashed my face against the fabric.  I struggled against the pressure,
but my heart really wasn't in it, for I actually enjoyed it.  I know it
sounds fucked up, but being this close to his dick was making me hard.  I
could smell the sweat, piss, and cum on his jock.  I could feel myself
tenting up.  He started to grind his cup into my mouth, all the while
smirking down at me.  He reached behind him and grabbed my cock, slowly but
steadily yanking it through the fabric of my basketball shorts.  He reached
with one hand and flipped his cock and balls out of his jock.
	I hadn't seen my brother's dick in a while, and boy was it
impressive.  While we were both cut, my dick was long (about eight inches)
but on the skinny side, while his was shorter but very fat.  The thing was
like a coke can.  It was probably a little over seven inches and had to be
at least seven inches around.  He had a mushroom head that was already
dripping pre cum.  His dark pubic hair was carefully trimmed and led to a
treasure trail that continued up his abs to his bellybutton.  He looked
like he groomed himself down there at least once a week.  He smelled like
sweat.  It was a sweet smell.
	He grabbed his fat cock in his hand and jerked it a few times, all
the while still massaging my throbbing member.  I didn't care that he was a
guy, or even that he was my brother, or that he had me pinned to the floor.
All I cared about was that it felt good what he was doing to my dick and
that I really, really wanted his cock in my mouth.  I lifted my head off
the floor a bit, trying to reach his dick with my mouth (all the while
hating myself for it), but he slapped my head down.  He barked a cruel
laugh and called me a fag.  I didn't care.  I wanted him to use me.
	He took his dick and started swiping it across my face, leaving
trails of pre-cum across my cheeks.  He laid his dick across my face,
vertically, and slapped my face with it a few times.  Then, finally, he
started brushing his cock head across my lips.  My tongue flicked out and
caught a lick of his engorged head. He tasted salty.  My lips parted and,
our eyes locking, he shoved his cock down my throat.
	I gagged on it at first.  I couldn't help it; I didn't want to, he
was just so fucking big.  He didn't care though; he kept his cock shoved
down my throat.  Thankfully he didn't try to move it so my throat gradually
adjusted to what was in it.  When I was able to breathe a bit, he slowly
started to face fuck me.  I loved it.  I had had thoughts about other guys,
and had even jacked off with a few friends, but had never sucked a guy off
before.  The closest I had ever come to oral with another dude was letting
some fag at my school blow me in the bathroom stall.  I came all over his
face and he licked it up.  I didn't know if I was gay, bi, or straight, and
I really didn't care.  All I knew was that I liked my brother's dick down
my throat and that I wanted more of him.  He withdrew his cock fully and
slid it back in, his cock slick with my spit.  He took my head in both
hands and started to move his hips faster, grinding into me.  My mouth
turned into just another hole for him, no better and no worse.  My mouth
was just a wet and moist hole for him to get off with.  He picked up even
more speed till his balls were slapping against my chin.  I was making wet
suckling noises, but I didn't care.  I loved the taste of him.
	He withdrew his cock and slapped my face with it a few times again.
He took his balls (about the size of golf balls and hairy) and placed them
in my mouth.  I rolled them around a few times, experimentally, then
started to suck on one, stretching it out from his ball sack till I could
roll it around for a bit.  I worked on his other ball for a bit until he
shoved his cock back in my mouth.
	Soon all I could hear was the sound of flesh slapping flesh, his
grunts of pleasure, and my whimpers of satisfaction.  I started kneading
his muscled ass.  We continued on like this for another five minutes,
maybe; him face fucking me with his huge cock, me loving every minute of
it.  My spit started to drip down my chin and a couple times he took his
cock out and I spat on it, then greedily inhaled it again.  I was in
heaven, and he knew it.  That smug, arrogant, cocky look was on his face
again.  The one he probably used when he was fucking some cheerleader slut.
I could imagine him in an equipment shed after a game, his helmet on the
floor next to him, his football pants and jock around his ankles, some
blonde bimbo with big tits and a gaping cunt bent over a table, his fat
dick splitting her as she gasped.
	He started to moan and groan a bit louder, and I could tell he was
close to cumming.  He shoved his entire cock into my mouth and held it
there, pushing insistently against my face.  His pubes tickled my nose.  He
grinded into me, his hands gripping my head, holding me in place.  He gave
one last drawn out moan and started spewing in my mouth.  The first shot of
cum went straight down my throat, but the second and third stayed in my
mouth where I could savor the taste for a bit.  Not for long, however, as
he kept shooting, forcing me to swallow his man seed so I could make room
in my mouth for more of it.  When he stopped cumming, he withdrew his dick,
still slick with spit and cum.  He wiped it across my face a bit, just
enough to spread his cum everywhere, then pulled his jock and pants up and
languidly walked upstairs.  As I laid, dazed, on the carpeting, I heard the
shower start.  I stood up and rushed to the bathroom where I had just
enough time to take out my steel dick and jerk it twice before I blasted
cum all over the toilet.  My legs gave out and I leaned against the toilet,
thinking of the repercussions of my brother having face fucked me.