Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 11:21:36 EDT
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: Late Night Talk III

     As we got older, my brother and I continued to play around with each
other.  Soon, however, Jim started to discover girls and he needed the
sexual release that our encounters provided less and less.  I also
discovered my own sexual desires over time and realized that my attraction
to my brother was an expression of my own homosexuality.  Over the years,
we remained close as brothers but we drifted apart as sexual partners.  We
both had rich full sexual lives on our own and no longer needed what we had
given to each other when we were younger.

     I never thought too much about what Jim and I had shared as time went
by.  I don't know if he ever thought about it but I'm sure on some level he
thought about it with fondness.  He eventually married but the way he
enjoyed my body when we were younger, I was sure he didn't have any
negative memories of our times together.  I came to terms with being gay
very quickly.  Probably because of the positive experience I had had with
Jim, I never questioned whether my feelings were right or wrong.  I
experimented a great deal with sex in high school and college but I
eventually found a lover that I decided to share my life with.  Ben is a
wonderful man.  Our relationship began my last year in college and we have
been together ever since.  In the ten years that we have been together we
have had some very good and very bad times but we are still very much in
love and plan to enjoy many more years together.

     Ben is the kind of guy you can feel comfortable telling anything to.
One night when we were talking about our past sexual partners I admitted
that my brother and I had had sex together.  I hadn't really thought much
about it in the years since but I wanted to be as honest as possible with
Ben since we were planning on sharing our lives together.  I was
embarrassed to tell him about it but his reaction surprised me.  He said
that the thought of Jim and I together really turned him on.  I was so
shocked that he had said that but the more I thought about it the more
turned on I got.  Like I said, I very rarely even thought about the times
Jim and I had spent together and I never really fantasized about it even
when masturbating.  But the fact that Ben had gotten so turned on by my
experience made me think about it in a different light.

     The times that Jim and I shared were beautiful.  Aside from sex with
Ben it was the best sex of my life.  It was all new and exciting and we
really enjoyed giving each other pleasure.  His cock was so soft and warm
in my mouth and the look of pleasure on his face when he had my cock in his
mouth was as exciting to me as the actual sensation of having his lips
around it.  As I told Ben about this I noticed that I had myself gotten
turned on.  I found myself thinking about those times with Jim and about
all that we had done together.  I pulled my cock out to show Ben how hard
our talk had made me.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out
also.  We layed there stroking our cocks as I told Ben my stories about my
sexual encounters with my brother.  Before long Ben had flipped over on the
bed and took my cock in his mouth.  His hard cock was sticking straight out
in front of me and I slowly engulfed it with my warm wet mouth.  I pumped
my cock into his face and made love to his cock with my tongue.
Surprisingly, at times I started to imagine that it was Jim that I was with
and this got me even more turned on.  It was as though I had finally given
myself the freedom to admit how much I secretly loved having sex with my
brother.  It was liberating and exciting and I was so glad I had shared the
memory with Ben.  We came at the same time.  I shot my load onto Ben's face
and he shot his cum into my mouth.  I tasted it's salty sweetness and let
the cum roll around on my tongue for a few moments remembering the first
time I had tasted Jim's cum.  We didn't talk much about it again after that
but occasionally we would bring it up if we were really horny.  And every
time the memories of Jim came flooding back to me like a wave.

     I came out to Jim when I was in college.  I'm sure he wasn't
surprised.  As we had gotten older it was clear that I was beginning to
enjoy our times together more than he did.  For him it was just a time of
experimentation.  For me it was natural.  When he discovered girls and
started having sex with them our times together had ended.  So when I told
him that I was gay he was hardly shocked.  We never talked about what we
had done but we both knew it was always there between us.  He was so cool
about it that he even came to the union ceremony that Ben and I had when we
were together for a year.  There was never any weirdness with the three of
us even though Ben knew about what had happened.  We all got along great
together and I was grateful that things turned out the way they did.

     Eventually, Ben and I moved out to California.  My family stayed in
Pittsburgh but they would often come out to visit.  It's nice living in
California since it's not too difficult talking people into coming out
there to spend time with you.  My parents would come out at least every
other year and my sister came out as often as she could.  Jim traveled a
lot with his job and every fall he had a convention in Los Angeles and he
would stay with Ben and I instead of staying at the hotel with the others.
The first few years he brought his wife but soon her career took off and
she wasn't able to take the time off.  We always had a great time together
and I always looked forward to his visits.  I was so grateful that he and
Ben got along so well together.  I was so lucky that things worked out the
way they did.

     The third time Jim came out to see us alone the convention had been
cancelled but he decided to visit anyway.  We all had the best time
together since Jim didn't have to leave for meetings and dinners all the
time.  We took him sightseeing, went to the beach and even drove out to
Hollywood to stargaze.  His last night there we had a big dinner and sat
around drinking wine for hours and talking.  I don't drink very often so it
doesn't take much to get me drunk so I had to be careful what I said.  I
have a tendency to say things I regret later when I'm drinking so I tried
to remain conscious of that the more I drank.  Jim got pretty tipsy himself
and started talking shit about his wife Jane.  He told us what a terrible
housekeeper she was and how she very rarely made a decent meal.  We all
laughed as he told the stories.  Jane was a wonderful woman but we all knew
how she could be.

     Jim got up to go to the bathroom and Ben and I sat still laughing on
the couch.  My head was swimming with the alcohol but I was having a great
time.  When Jim got back Ben and I were still laughing.

     "You guys have a great relationship," Jim said.

     "So do you and Jane," I said.  "It's all just a matter of figuring out
what your priorities are."

     "OK, let me ask you this..if you don't mind," Jim said.

     "Go ahead," I said.

     "How often do you guys have sex?"

     I blushed and looked at Ben.  "Probably twice a week," I admitted and
Ben nodded his approval sheepishly.

     "See that's another thing.  If it's once a month with her it's a
miracle.  I mean, I don't know about you guys but I need it more than that.
Todd knows how horny I get."

     The room fell silent.  I was pretty sure what Jim meant but I didn't
want to say anything.  He had probably slipped up and I didn't want to
continue the conversation if that was the case.

     "You never told him?" Jim asked quietly, pointing to Ben.

     "About what?" I asked, stunned.

     "About us."  He whispered.

     "Yeah.  I've told him."  I admitted.

     "It's ok.  I don't mind," Jim said.  "It happened.  I don't regret it.
Do you?"

     "No," I said.  "Not at all."

     "I told some of my friends in college about it and you'd be surprised
how many guys, gay or straight have done it."  Jim said.

     "Really?" I asked, surprised.

     "Oh, come on," Jim said.  "You have to admit it was pretty hot at the
time."

     "It was," I admitted.  I couldn't believe we were finally talking
about this.  I knew it was just because Jim was drunk but I was glad it was
finally out in the open.

     "I mean I'm not even gay and I enjoyed it," Jim said.  "And nobody has
ever sucked my cock like that since.  I always compared all the girls I
slept with to you."

     My cock began to harden in my shorts.  I didn't know where this was
leading but I was glad to hear that he remembered how it felt.  "Thanks," I
said.

     "Jane uses her teeth too much," Jim continued.  "I don't even bother
asking for it anymore.  I haven't had a blowjob in probably about two
years."

     "Shit," Ben said.  He had gotten so quiet I had begun to wonder what
he was thinking about all this.

     "Tell me about it," Jim said.  "And I personally enjoy blowjobs more
than fucking.  I don't know about you guys but it's much better.  I mean
how hard is it?  I could probably give a better blowjob than Jane does."

     "You were pretty good," I said, sheepishly.

     "Really?" Jim asked.  "Thanks.  I enjoyed it actually."

     I was fully hard now.  I wanted to take my clothes off and suck Jim
off right there.  I always expected that he had enjoyed it and now I was
hearing it from his own lips.  It was extremely gratifying for me.  "Don't
you ever feel guilty about it?" I asked.

     "Shit no," he said.  "I thought it was awesome.  I still do.  Nobody
would understand but it was just natural for us, don't you agree?  I was
kind of sorry that it ended."

     "Really," I asked.  Me too.  I thought you wanted it to end.  You had
those girls."

     "Yeah, I was a bit distracted," he told me laughing, "but I still
thought about you a lot."

     "Cool," I said, not knowing what to say.

     "Does this freak you out, Ben? Jim asked.

     "Not really," Ben answered.

     "Well you've got a great cocksucker there," Jim told him.  "And if I
remember correctly he has a nice dick too."

     "He does," Ben said.

     "I remember how smooth his head was in my mouth," Jim continued.
"That's what I remember most.  And the skin on the underside of his shaft.
Does his cock head still get big when he gets hard?"

     "Oh yeah," Ben said.

     "Does he still like it when you lick his asshole?" Jim inquired.

     "Yes I do," I admitted.

     "I'll bet your cock is bigger now than it was then," he said.

     "My cock is bigger now than it was twenty minutes ago," I said,
blushing.

     "Mine too," Jim said.  "Can I see it?"

     Silently I stood up, unzipped my shorts and pulled them down.  My cock
sprang up and pointed directly at my brother.

     "Oh yeah," he said.  "That brings back memories."

     "Let me see yours," I said.

     He stood up and pulled his pants down around his ankles.  His cock was
as beautiful as I had remembered.  A little bigger and a little more hair
but the same beautiful cock I had always loved.

     Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Ben had taken his own
cock out and had started to stroke it.  I couldn't blame him.  I was so
hard that pre-cum had started dripping out of my cock.  I reached down and
rubbed it on the head of my cock so it wouldn't drip off.  "Eat it, Jim
requested, and I obliged, lifting my cum soaked finger to my mouth and
tasting my own pre-cum.  "That's how it started, you remember," he said.
"We tasted each other's pre-cum"

     "I remember," I said.  "I could never forget."  I walked over to where
Jim was standing and put the head of my cock against his.  We were both wet
with pre-cum and I rubbed our cocks together with my hand.  I looked into
his eyes and he looked down at our cocks.  "I missed you," I said.

     "Me too," he said, looking up at me, our faces getting closer and
closer until our lips touched and he stuck an exploratory tongue against my
upper lip.  My tongue answered eagerly and soon we were holding each other
tight, rubbing our cocks together like we had years before.  We layed down
on the floor and continued our embrace.  Ben got up from the couch and
stood over us stroking his cock.  I looked up at him and saw him smiling.
"Suck my brother," I said and he got down on his knees and took Jim's cock
in his mouth.  "Doesn't he taste good?" I asked.

     "Yes," Ben said with a mouthful of cock.  I got up on my knees and
joined Ben.  Ben was kneeling between Jim's legs and I had my knees next to
Jim's shoulders as we both licked at my brothers cock and balls, licking
each other's tongues tasting my brother's cock on each other's breath.

     Jim lifted his hand and brushed his finger against my asshole.  I
shuddered with delight.  "Come over here," he said, pulling my legs toward
him.  Soon I was positioned with my knees on either side of his head, my
cock and balls hanging directly over his mouth.  He lifted his head and
took my balls in his mouth.  He ran his tongue underneath my balls and
traveled up to my asshole.  He licked my hole hungrily and I dripped pre-
cum on his chest which he scooped up with his finger and spread it on my
hole as he lapped at it.  "I want your cock", he said and I could feel his
breath on my hole.  I moved my hips back trying to keep my mouth on his
cock and I thrust my cock into his mouth.  He ate my cock like a starving
man as I thrust it faster and faster into his mouth, feeling it touch the
back of his throat.  We continued like this for about ten minutes.  It felt
so good I didn't want to move and I didn't want it to stop.  When Jim
finally came I was disappointed but relieved.  I emptied my own load down
his throat as I licked my brother's cum off of Ben's lips.

     Soon we all fell into a heap on the floor rubbing each others legs and
chests in a warm afterglow.  We layed there for over an hour caressing each
other and kissing each other, enjoying the freedom of a secret that not
longer haunted us.  We layed on the floor the rest of that night and stayed
home the next day until it was time for Jim's plane to leave.  I lost track
of how many times we all came in those 16 hours.  We couldn't get enough of
each other's bodies and I enjoyed watching Ben make love to my brother as
much as I enjoyed making love to either one of them.  It was the most
beautiful and natural experience I had ever had, being able to be so
intimate with the two men I loved most in the world.  I knew that after
that night things would never be the same between Jim and I nor would they
be the same with me and Ben.  For that I was eternally grateful.