Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:22:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: Brandon <brandonhotthing@excite.com>
Subject: Living with Jon

Living with Jon
Copyright 2006 (Written and copyrighted Brandon H.)

This story is intended for adults.  It contains gay sexual and incest
themes.

This story begins when I decided to move back home after I finished
college.  I was the oldest of my siblings and left to go to an interstate
college and leave my family behind.  There was no bad blood, but I was so
independent of them and I guess I didn't realise at the time, I spent more
time on myself, my studies and my social life that I sorta became the
outsider of my family.  I got along great with my mom and my two younger
sisters (Danica and Jess).  I got along with my dad, but he resented the
fact I never held him and his ideals in great regard (I didn't follow in
his footsteps and go to the same college as him).

Then there was Jonathon, or Lil Jon as his friends called him.  He was the
youngest of the family.  My mom said that he was an uncanny resemblance of
me.  She said he always looked up to me but I didn't really spend much time
with him, and that as a result there was a gap between him and me and my
sisters, who were all very much older than him.

I decided to move back home after a tumultuous year.  College was fine and
I passed my courses.  I was in a relationship with a girl named Erin for
almost a year when she decided to end it.  Not knowing then, she had known
and become annoyed with my homosexuality.  Of course I didn't realise until
after.  I had dated for years but I guess I just didn't realise my
sexuality until I moved back home.  Looking back now I don't know how I
just ignored it.  Maybe I did it on purpose.

My Mom was happy for me to come home... my dad was happy too, and somewhat
satisfied that I had `come crawling back' to the town and family I had
desperately wanted to leave when I was younger.  Was offered a job at a
local company, and wanted to buy a house near to where my parents lived.  I
was now happy to settle in the suburbs.  But I had NO money... so I had to
start saving.  I was almost 25 and I was moving back I with the parents.

My name is Brandon.  I'm about 6 foot tall.  I've got short brown hair,
always styled.  I got a toned body due to my obsession with the campus gym
but had decently stopped when my membership expired.  I was fit and happy
with my body.  Just now I'm trying to get a tan.

Prior to moving back I spent two weeks with my family for the holidays.  My
sisters had since started college and also moved away - they wouldn't be
back for the holidays.  It was just me, the `rents, and my bro.

I hadn't seen much of Jon in a while.  When I last saw him, he was 13.  He
wasn't very tall, but he was into sports.  He was shy, only hanging around
1 childhood friend who he also went to school with.  He didn't talk much to
me, but the few times we hung out, we got along.

Now, he was a senior in high school.  I hadn't seen any pictures of him at
all (which I know sound fucked up), so when I saw him for the first time I
was shocked.  It was like looking at a stranger.  He had grown up... no he
was still short, but his body was toned.  Nice arms.  He played football
and soccer, but wasn't jock type.  He wasn't big enough, not that that was
a bad thing.  To be honest he looked hot.  His dress sense had improved, he
had a deeper and sexier voice.  He was confident.  Not cocky.  He had more
friends, including girls.

The first few days where awkward.  I tried to make up for lost time, but he
didn't seem interested.  He would remain silent and uncomfortable around
me.  I kept trying, taking him out to movies and playing sports with him,
watching TV together and making the time for him seeing as he was on study
break.  We found out we were more alike, we liked the same things, had the
same sense of humour.  I also found out he was studying to follow in the
same footsteps as me, into the same career.  We were becoming more like
brothers.

One night he had a party with all his friends.  Mom and dad were out for
the night and I supervised.  At first it was weird.  All these 16 and 17
year olds were drinking like adults.  Their conversations were so explicit
and most were sexually active.  From what I gathered, Jon didn't have a
girlfriend and he was a virgin.  But all the girls kept an eye on him.  He
was cute, and so were all his friends.  They kept paying him out for
ignoring a girls advances, but he was adamant he wouldn't do it with a girl
from his school and they actually seem to respect him for that.  Even
though he wasn't the most popular guy in school, people seem to look up to
him.  He was popular in a non desperate way.

His friends were cool.  Even though I was an oldie they said I was cool cos
I was brothers with Jon (ha ha).  They all said it was crazy how much we
were alike and were even more shocked to find out we had just been reunited
days ago.  It was a shock to see Jon drunk.  My little bro had all grown
up. He was loud and all night he kept on telling me `I missed you so much
man, I'm so happy that you're my bro and that we talk now.  I love you
man!'.  It made me sad that I missed so much of him growing up but I was
happy to hear he loved me.

After the party I still had more to learn about him.  Even though he wasn't
having sex, he was very open to me about his desire to have sex.  He was
quite an exhibitionist.  I had to share a room with him seeing as me and my
sisters old room were emptied and being renovated into new rooms.  When I
first saw him with his shirt off I almost died.  He was *too* fine.  Most
of the time he was half naked, just in his boxers showing off his great
body.  Cute nipples (which I'm dying to suck and tweak), nice muscles and
HOT chest, so toned.  Even his legs were hot.  I was beginning to feel
uncomfortable with the feelings had developed for him.  He usually slept
naked and always saw his cock.  When flaccid, he was still quite well
endowed.  He had a nice patch of hair above it.  We were probably the same
size too.  He had no reservation about it.  He took after my dad.  He did
the same too.  I was more like Mom, I never showed off my body.

He was quite adamant about me doing the same.  He saw nothing wrong in it.
We would just be getting ready for bed and he would be like `Hey why don't
you take your boxers off, dude, it's just me in here.` He wanted me to be
comfortable, but I also suspect he wanted to see me naked.

He quite comfortably mentioned masturbation to me.  He joked with me saying
`You know what?  I'm pretty sure that you jerk off more than me, and I'm
17.  I always hear those sheets rustling!` I was shocked and I protested my
innocence but then he also said that he does it at least once a day and he
was sure that I heard him during my stay.  I didn't, though.

I was excited to move back.  Even though it had been about a month we were
still getting along great.  About a month after that our parents were going
on a holiday and me Jon would have the house to ourselves for 6 weeks.
Would be in charge.  I had to make sure Jon was focused on his upcoming
exams and not spending too much time out.  I was working full time, but
arranged to work less hours for the six weeks so I could be there for him
to drive him to school and the exams and all other things. It was a good
thing because he were getting along really well while my parents were
driving me nuts, being so over protective.  I happy to see them go!

Jon's room was big.  His room was extended during renovations from Danica's
bedroom.  There was enough room that we could both comfortably share.  We
had beds at opposite ends, and I had a good view of his bed.

Once our parents had left, our relationship went deeper.  We basically
walked around nude everywhere.  Scratched ourselves in front of each other.
Jon made the first move of masturbating in front of me.  One night while we
were getting ready to sleep we were talking about my sexual experiences for
about an hour.  We were pretty boned up for a while and we joked about
having to jerk off.  While I was trying to fall asleep I was woken up to
Jon jerking himself off.  He mad no secret of it.  In the moonlight I could
see he pushed his sheets back.  He was caressing his thighs and balls while
aggressively jerking his cock. He must have used spit or precum as lube, it
made a quiet slick sound.  He was breathing heavily.

I watched him jerk off for fifteen minutes.  He didn't see me, his eyes
were closed.  He wouldn't have cared.  When he was close to climax I
started to run my cock.  When he was about to come he opened his eyes and
watched his cock spew tick volleys of jizz all over his hand and stomach.
He squeezed every last drop out then he let out a long sigh.  After a bit
he just pulled the sheets up and turned over and went to sleep.  Fuck!  I
was so boned but too scared to have a jerk.

That set a precedent.  What I thought would be an awkward situation first
thing in the morning, turned out to be something different.  His alarm
clock woke us up.  I tried to hide my morning wood with the sheets.  I
looked over to him and he just pulled down his sheets ad exposed his
erection.  He just smiled at me and mumbled he had to take care of business
while he opened his drawer and pulled out a tube of his lube (which I had
used before) and put some on his hand.  He didn't care I was watching, held
his knob in one hand and began to smear lube on his shaft and cock head.
Then he leaned his head back and started to get in the motion.  After he
bit he asked `Do you want some?'

I replied `No not now I've gotta piss.'

He just closed his eyes and continued what he was doing.  I walked out but
remained outside to listen to him.  I was in the kitchen and I could still
hear him.  He was more vocal and I got so hot listening to him.  I heard
him cum.  I was so desperate to jerk off that I thought I would join him,
but then he waked in.  His cock was red, limp but glistening.  He would
have wiped his come off his chest.  It was so hot.  He just looked happy
and he said he was spent and starving.

After I took him to school and raced back home and went through his bin to
looked for his freshly jazzed up tissue.  I also rubbed my face in his jizz
caked sheets.  It was so hot, I was jacking furiously and came all over his
sheets.

I felt so guilty afterwards but it was such a powerful orgasm.  I was
beginning to become attracted to him.  Everyday he was getting cuter and I
couldn't help myself.  I kept thinking of him and soon enough his male
friends.  They dominated every thought and that's when I started to
question myself.

Jon was still quite comfortable with himself around me but I had yet to
jerk off in front of him even though I really wanted him to watch me.  One
day after I got back from work, he was watching some porn on the TV, and he
had his hands down his boxers. I sat down with him I got aroused just next
to him.  I waited a while and then asked him if e minded if jerked off.
His eyes widened.  He must have gotten excited.  He said `Hell yeah!' and I
undid my pants and took my cock out.  He examined it and smiled.  He just
spat on his cock and began to jerk off.  I followed suit and kept one eye
on him and one on the TV.

I could have watched him all night.  His facial expressions were so hot.
He was getting so much pleasure from his hand.  He was in ecstasy!  His
chest would flex and his abs would stick out.  He was stretching his balls
and pulling so hard on his cock.  I had to restrain myself from lunging my
mouth onto his cock.

And I'm sure he peeked at me too.  Within minutes he was telling me to
`Watch this, Brand.'  I stopped to watch him come.  Spooge spayed all over
himself It was so thick and white.  He was covered in jizz.  The smell was
so pungent.  I wanted to bend down and lick it up.

It sent me over the edge and I yelled out `Fuck man, I'm gonna cum.  Fuck
Yeah!!' followed by a earth shattering orgasm.  I sprayed come all over my
hand, dick and balls.  Some sprayed onto the floor and coffee table.

`Right on, man.' he said as he raised his hand to High Five me with his
cummy hand.  I slapped him back with my warm cum.  When he left to clean up
I licked my hand, with our blended DNA.  I knew at this moment I had to go
further with this.  Before my parents would come back, we would have to
fuck.

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