Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 05:59:24 -0500 (EST)
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Me and my Brother karl -1

Stuff:  Incest and High School gay stories.

Warning:

These story contain scenes about homosexual activities between a male of
sixteen and his younger brother of twelve.  So, it is not only an story of
incest, but also a homosexual story.  In you are offended by these sort of
stories, do not pass farther this point.

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the country where you are living, you should not pass any farther from this
point.  If you are a minor, you should back off.  In any of these cases,
you better go off and do not read any of this sinful material.

If you enjoy this sort of nasty stories you can go forward.
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John Galaor

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Me and my Brother Karl

Part One

Hello.  I am Jim and I want to tell you my story.

When I was about thirteen years I began to discover the body of my brother
Karl who was then fifteen.  It is not that I had never seen him naked
before, but it was like... it never mind to see him naked or not.  I
admired him as my old brother, and I thought he was strong.  So, I was
happy to see I had a strong old brother.  For a strong brother can protect
you of the bullies.  Then I was used to watch him naked since I was a small
child.

Then we both were growing up slowly, and it was only natural that he was
stronger than me, for he was my older bro.  But then... when I was like
thirteen and a half or so...  I began to feel a weird interest in watching
his naked body.

I mean that... one day... I was conscious that my older brother "had a
naked body" and I loved to watch it.  I was then aware that my bro had
grown hairs in there, around his pecker.  Moreover, it seemed that... he
had not anymore a pecker, but something like... something real big.

For unknown reasons I was fascinated with his big thing there when he
pulled down his underwear.  And sometimes, I was so amazed for it was not
hanging down as ordinary but pointing upward to the ceiling.  Then this
phenomenon caused a kin interest in me.  Then, days later I was aware that
he had a great bulge in his jeans or in his underwear.  Then I loved to
watch this bulging thing.  This fascination of watching him was becoming
stronger and I watched more and more often to my brother.

Karl seemed to be proud of my admiration, and he behaved as he was showing
off his wonderful thing for me to watch.

Perhaps it was at this time when I heard that to look at the dicks of older
boys was something... something fag or queer.  I began to overhear that
some boys were pansies... or sissies.  These were also being called fags,
or queers, and they were hated and despised and insulted.  Some days later
someone told me at school that queers used to suck dicks in their mouths,
and they even took dicks up their asses.

The worse thing for a boy in high school would be to be called a
cocksucker, or a fag or a queer.  I asked a close friend in school, "how do
you know someone is a queer?"

Then he said "a queer is someone checking at an older boy's bulge."  I did
not know yet what this checking meant, but I supposed it meant "to look at
a boy's bulge with delectation".

Sorry, guys, but I am a lover of queer pedantic words like delectation.  I
learned this one by reading some Lord Byron's verses.  He probably knew a
lot about all sort of forbidden delectation.

So, now I knew that I had been doing something wrong; I had a delectation
watching at my bro's bulge and naked body.  Yes, I was pleasantly watching
the bulge of my bro, that was growing bigger by the day.  It seemed to me
that the most I watched his bulge, the bigger it was.  It was something
like... like a weird phenomenon of Nature.  Then it happens that I am also
a fanatic lover of nature.

So, the moment my bro was stripping to get into bed I was like stunned and
mesmerized not only by the sight but also by his scent.  My mouth was
gaping and a little like drooling.  My mouth was full of saliva.  In the
morning, as my bro woke up stark naked, he was sporting his big dick
pointing up.  He did nothing to hide his huge from my eyes, and I was sort
of excited watching "his wonder", as I called it.

For it was a real wonder o nature.  I like to walk alone in the woods,
watching in awe the tallest trees, or the big mountains capped with snow, I
loved watching the waterfalls and all that in the TV.  I love nature.

Now, I was fascinated with that thing of my bro. I wanted to study it
closely.  Not that... well I got also my own small thing but it could not
be compared.  I despised of having such a puny thing to pee.  But even if
sometimes it got stiff I despise it for it was too small.

Now, for whatever reason, Karl was always getting naked in bed.  Only last
year he was wearing his boxers to sleep but not now.  It must be like a
phase in his corporal development.

I was feeling excited thinking of the touch between the sheets and the skin
of his body.  Often he was laying on his back in bed showing up like a tent
under the blanket.  Most times I got my sleep watching his remarkable
mountain of delight.  Well, I think I was having some delectation in my
observing the natural wonder thing of Karl.



This period of my life was wonderful because we were sharing the same room.
Our home was very small, with only two bedrooms; one for our parents and
the other for us both.

Then, the next scene I was watching in the mornings, was as he got up with
his big thing totally hard and pointing up.  It was an almost unbelievable
thing to watch.  He made a little moan as he was waking up, as if he was
announcing he was about to get up with all his big thing standing up hard.

Then, he went to the toilet to pee and he made a strong noise on the bowl.
I went soon after him and I was peeing at the same time on the toilet bowl.
His pee was thunderous like a waterfall.  Very exciting.  I wanted to watch
it, and sometimes I got the idea of being under his waterfall and feel all
his hot pee running over my body.  But I did not tell him anything about
these fantasies, for he would think I was crazy.

I was also afraid that Karl would not like to have a little bro that
delights in watching his wonderful big thing.  Nevertheless, he did not
hide his thing from my sight, but he never invited me either to watch it or
to study or to touched it with my hands.  But nevertheless I think he was
aware of my fascination.

I loved also that watch him entering the shower and I loved to watch him
naked.  His body had become the most interesting thing to watch.  And I was
recalling almost all day his body, as he was lathering himself on his balls
and the big thing, subbing it up and down with his hand full of lather.  I
think Karl was basking on my fascination.  That's the idea I got for he
smiled faintly as I was watching.



By the time Karl was sixteen his body was already a wonderful machine.  He
was also a good player of soccer.  But the most remarkable of him was that
when wearing his jeans, he was always showing a big bulge in his jeans.  I
was not quite sure what was the cause of the bulge.  But some years before
I was not even aware that my bro had a bulge at all.  I think he had none.

When Karl was about to change his clothes, I was often nearby feigning to
do something in a way that I would have a chance to watch him.  I was
amazed with the great bulge as he put his briefs on, and as he put his
clothes on for going to school.

I think that when I was a little younger, my bro was uneasy with my glances
but soon he got used at my peeping of his body.  He seemed not to care.
Sometimes, I thought that in fact he was flattered with my glances.

All evenings as he undressed, he showed his impressive thing hard and
pointing upward and I was fascinated.

One day as he woke up, I was watching his thing as usual, then he put his
briefs on and suddenly he snapped at me,

"Are you faggot, bro?"

"Eh!  Wh... what?"

"You are always peeping at me when I'm naked, aren't you?"

"Naked?  You mean... I was..."

"Yes, peeping at me when I undress.  Or now, that I am awaking."

"No!  Truly no, bro.  I was not peeping."

"You were not?  Then why were you looking?"

"Looking?  Me... I was not looking."

"I'm not a jerk, Jim.  You are drooling when you see me naked."

"I was not aware of being drooling."

"You were not aware?"

"Not.  I was not."

"You can't fool me.  You are a little queer, aren't you?"

"Me, a queer?  No!!  You are wroooong!"

"I'm not.  Anyway, you know?

"Know I what?

"I don't mind."

"You don't mind what?"

"Well, somebody had to be."

"What d'you mean?"

"Some body has to be a queer."

"But I'm not!!"

"Don't' bullshit me."

"I do not..."

"Don't be shy, Jim.  I know you like it."

"What?"

"Never mind.  You can to look as much as you want, Jimmy."

"I'm not going to look!"

"You can.  You got my permission.  Look!"

Karl was showing off his body in briefs with a great bulge pointing upward.

"No!  I will not look!  I'm not a queer!"

"Ok!  Ok!  You are not a queer, honey.  You are my bro.  And you are not a
queer."

"Eh?

"But you like it, didn't you?"

"Do I like what?"

"To watch me naked.  You can confess it.  I don't mind. "

"You don't what?"

"I don't mind if you watch.  In fact I love it when you watch me."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  I'm not gonna tell anybody.  You can profit of watching, `cause you
are my bro.  You can look as much as you like."

"I will not."

"Ok.  Then look at here."

He was flexing his naked arm, showing his bulging biceps.

"Look.  See how hard it is this bulge here."

He tensed his biceps farther to show me his muscular bulging.

"These are my biceps.  You see?"

I was delighted watching.  Then he said,

"Come and feel them."

I was hesitating.  Then he grabbed my right hand and put it over his
bulging biceps.

I loved the hot feeling of his hard flesh.

"Press it."  I did it shyly.  "Press, stronger.  Is it hard?"

"Yeah.  It's very hard."

"Now, feel my abdominals," he said.

"What?"

He grabbed my hand and put it over his hard belly.  His muscles were tensed
and hard as steel.  I felt electric currents running through my fingers
that made a shaking on my body.

"Ah!  I love this hand of yours, Jim!"  Said my bro.

I kept quite.

"Keep caressing my muscles, Jim.  I did not know this was going to feel so
good."

It was a pleasant feeling.  I kept rubbing his muscles with pleasure.

"Oh!!  Ah!!  This is fantastic!"  Karl said.

He was moaning of pleasure while I rubbed my hand over his taught belly.  I
was also getting excited feeling currents through my fingers and through my
ears; I loved his moans of pleasure; they were thrilling.  I had never
imagined that I could be causing someone so much pleasure just by caressing
his belly.  I loved this.

I was entertained caressing his belly when he grabbed my head and pushed it
towards his face.  Our lips were very close and I felt a bolt of
electricity when our lips touched.  Then he engulfed my lips into his
sucking mouth.  I was delighted.

His tongue was caressing my lips and it was a great pleasure.  My bro was
kissing me in the French way.  I could not believe my senses.  His tongue
was now exploring the inside of my mouth and playing with my tongue.  It
was a very weird feeling and a pleasing one.

While he kissed me I felt his hands caressing my butts.  I was astonished
that this simple thing as his hands caressing my butts could be so
pleasant.  My mind was about to explode.

After a while, my bro let my mouth free.

"Did you like it?" He asked.

"What?"

"I can see you are drooling.  Now you have to feel something different."

He grabbed my hand and put it on his belly.  I was rubbing my hand on his
belly up and down as I learned.

"Go down," he said.

My hand moved down to his navel.

"Farther down."  He said.

My hand moved farther down and met the waist of his briefs.

"Farther down."

I saw a huge bulge there.  My mouth was gaping.

"You like it?  Feel it.  It's all yours."

My fingers were lightly over his briefs feeling his bulge.  It was huge.
It was also very hot.  I was really amazed.

His hand started pressing over mine to make me feel it more strongly.

"You like it?"  He asked.

"Er... yeah."  I said shyly.

"Now, pull them down."

"Down?  No, I am not a queer."

"Of course not.  I would not be playing with you like this if you were a
queer."

"What?"

"You are my bro.  So, you cannot be a queer, could you?"

"No, I couldn't."

"That's what I am saying.  Now pull them down."

As I was pulling down his briefs I was repeating to myself, I am not a
queer, I am not a queer, I am not a queer.

"Oh!  My god!"  I exclaimed when I saw his thing going up like pushed by a
spring.

"Do you like it?"

"It is huge, bro!"

"Of course, it's huge.  But it's all yours.  Help yourself."

I could not believe my senses.  I was really impressed.

"Hold it."  He said.

I have bended myself a little and held his thing... and it was... heavy;
heavy and hard.  I wrapped my fingers around his thing and I felt its
remarkable girth.  It was an amazing feeling to have his big dick in my
hand.  It had some jerks on its on, and I felt... the beats of his heart
thumping.  I had a finger on a vein that was beating with the pulses of his
heart.  I was amazed; I was feeling the heart of my brother beating in my
hand.  It was very thrilling.

I remained for a time with that thing in my fingers, feeling the heat, and
the girth; and admiring the size, the veins and the big mushroom head.

I did not understand why I felt the need to approach my lips to that thing.

I have been always shy to utter dirty words like... you know, dirty words.
I do not liked them.  I liked mostly poetry, not dirty words.  But this now
was totally new to me.  To say dick was a dirty word, but not any more as I
was holding this hot and wonderful big thing in my had.  It was so pleasant
that I could accept that this wonder was a dick after all.  The nasty word
itself was changing its meaning.

Karl put a hand on my nape and the other on my shoulder.  He pushed down my
body steadily.

So, even as I hesitated for a second or two, I was bending on my knees.
Then, I knelt on the floor and had his wonderful thing a few inches from my
eyes.  My head moved a little backwards, but his hand pushed my head
towards his big thing.  It was what I call a wonder of nature.  I was
watching it with great interest.  For it was enormous.  I grabbed with my
hand and jerked it up and down.  It was a wonderful feeling.  Then my left
hand discovered his balls.  They were hairy big balls.  It was a fantastic
feeling.  Then I was for a while caressing the impressive balls.  They were
heavy and they were fantastic.  Then, Karl became a little impatient with
my exploration of his jewels and said,

"Take care of this" He put his dick at an inch from my lips.

I lowered a little head to watch it better with my eyes.  I watched the
piss slit and the shiny appearance of the glans.

Then Karl applied his his hand to my chin and rose my head a little.  Now
the tip of the big thing touched my lips.  Then, like in a reflex, I opened
my mouth and my tongue went forward to taste it.

It was so sweet!  Instead of feeling disgust, I was rewarded with a drop of
sweet.  Then my hand began to jerk the thing up and down and I got some
more drops of honey.  I was very excited with this new experience.

At the same time I was inhaling the scent of his strong body and I love it.
Many times I had inhaled his odor before while he was stripping off to get
into bed and I loved it.  But now it was a lot more potent.  I was smelling
at its source, at a few inches from my nose.  My mind was like inebriated.

Then, I was eagerly sucking on the head of his dick for a time.

"Oh!  That's good!  Keep going, bro!"  Karl said.

I kept doing more sucking.  It had a tasty feeling.  My bro was moaning
like crazy for the pleasure I was giving on his fat thing.

"Oh, bro!  You're great!"  He moaned.

Karl was beginning to breath heavily.

"Keep going, Jimmy!"  He encouraged me.

I was just flattered with his words.

"Swallow deeper."  He said.

At once I began to take more of his dick into my mouth.

"You are... a natural."  he said admiringly.

I did not understood what he meant.

"You are the best..." I was proud, "cocksucker ever."

I felt a little shivering hearing these words.  But going back to the dick
I was not sure if I could go any deeper.  He helped me to decide with a
slight push on the back of my head.

I began to take more of his dick in my mouth.  Then, after a while, I felt
it was bumping on my tonsils, and I had a gag reflex and got my head back.

"What do you think?  You like it?"  Asked my brother.

"Er... well, yeah, but..."  I was hesitating to finish.

"Yeah, but what?"  He asked.

"I'm doing this... you know, but... but I'm not a queer."

"Of course not!"  He said with energy.  "You aren't."

I loved to hear that.  I did not want to be called a faggot or a queer.

"Am I not?"  I was like pleading.

"Of course not.  Definitely not."

"Oh!  Then... is it not?"

"Of course.  How d'you figure I would... I would be here... like
this... with a queer sucking on my dick?"

"Eh!!"

"You wouldn't think of me... doing this with a queer, do you?"

"Er... not.  I won't."

"That's what I thought.  Then, did you like it?"  he asked me.

"Well, yeah.  But it's... `cause is yours."

"What you mean?"

"Cause... you're my bro."

"Then..."

I wanted to tell him that... that I would not do any of this with any other
boys, for I was not a faggot.  But I had not the nerve to tell him.

Instead I said,

"I mean...  I do this... to make you happy."

"Uh, thank you."

"Well... on the other hand... your thing gave up some sweet drops."

"Some sweet drops?"

"Yeah.  These drops of cream are like honey."

"You only deserve them.  I want but... the best for you," he said.

There was a pause.  I was agitated.

Then I asked him once more,

"You think..."  I hesitated.  "Do you think...  with this thing I am
doing... that I am a... a queer... or... or a faggot?"

"Oh, no!  Definitely not."

"Then am I not?"

"Of course not.  Well... er... unless you become crazy, you know.  Crazy
about all dicks... you know."

"You mean...?"

"Yeah.  If you become that crazy... that you would start sucking dicks of
everybody.  So... if you behave like this... well, you will be then a
queer.  Soon, everybody would know that you are a cock sucker, and a lot of
boys would go after you in secret, asking you to suck their dicks."

"You mean..."

"Yeah.  I mean that."

"What is exactly you are meaning?"

"I mean you have to shut up.  Take care that nobody would know you like
sucking my dick."

"You mean..."

"Don't tell anybody.  It's supposed no one sucks his older brother's dick."

"Oh!  I see!"

"So shut up.  It's a secret.  If you do not want to be called a
fagot... you better shut up."

"I see.  I'll shut."

"Not now.  Open your mouth up and give me a good head."

"Eh?"

"I want you... to swallow my dick entirely."

"It's too large...  I could not swallow it all."

"Don't waste the time in idle chatting and start the practice.  The more
you try it, the sooner you'll do it."

"You think... I can swallow it all?"

"Yeah.  You only need perseverance and a strong will."

"Strong will?"

"Of course.  Like in sports.  We always speak of perseverance and strong
will.  You need them to be a champ."

"In sports?"

"Yeah.  You do not think anyone can come and swallow an entire dick like
mine... without stubbornly trying."

"Stubbornly trying?"

"I'm exaggerating.  You only need wiliness and perseverance."

"Perseverance... I got not enough of that stuff."

"Of course you have.  Your are a hard working student."

"Well, yeah.  I study a lot."

"This proves you have perseverance.  It's all you need to suck my dick
entirely."

"You think I can?"

"Of course you can!  You only had to believe it.  Once you'll get used to
feel its bulk in your mouth, you could swallow it easily."

"Will it be pleasant?"

"Of course.  So far it has been a good experience.  Then, taking it whole
it will be much better."

"Will it be better?"

"Yeah.  You had been born for that."

"For what?"

"To suck my dick, bro."

I thought it was true.  I never thought that a thing used to pee, would had
been so sweet.  Not only gave up honey, but it was also tasty in my tongue.
Then...  I felt attracted to his thing whenever Karl was naked.  I even
felt a secret desire to suck it.  He did not need to ask me; I would had
done it on my own, if I were not fearing his rejection.  Then I began to
think I was really born to do that.  Nevertheless I did not want to be
called a fagot, or a sissy.  I hated this idea.  Everybody was bulling the
fags and sissies.  Then, I had to keep my desire a secret.

"What are you thinking."  Asked Karl.

"Uh?  Nothing."

"Well, don't waste the time and start sucking.  I have to leave out soon
for the training," He said.

I began to suck again.  I passed a time enjoying the knot head.  I could
not believe it was so tasty in my mouth.  It was sort of slippery.  Um!
Lovely!  Yummy!  I was jerking the trunk up and down to make it give up
more sweet drops of cream.  After a while it stopped giving up drops and I
began to suck a little deeper.  I passed a time delighted with big head,
then my lips were going down on the hard trunk.  I stopped when it touched
at my tonsils.  I had a little gag reflex and stopped.

"Come in deeper.  Take it all."  Said my brother.

I kept trying to make the dick pass my tonsils.  I figured it I could do
it, but I was afraid to chock, for it was a very big dick.

Karl was having a lot of patience.  He knew one cannot swallow a big dick
that easily.  One needs a time to get acquainted with its bulk inside his
mouth.

My brother were caressing the back of my head and telling me sweet words of
encouragement.

"Yeah, sweet bro!"  he said.  "Keep on with the good work!"

I loved hearing this and tried to make his dick pass my tonsils.

"Yeah!  Go on, champ!  You can do it!"

He was cheering me like a coach.  I felt persuaded to continue.

"Keep trying, bro!  It feels so good!"

I loved his words and thanked him within my mind.  I did not wanted to stop
my intents.  I kept trying while my bro said,

"Yeah.  Jimmy!  Keep trying!"

I loved his encouragement.  His words sounded so loving.

"You're great!"  He said.  "Yeah!  Get it all!  Get it!"

I needed to keep persevering to make the dick's head to passe the tonsils
barrier without making me gag.

After a minute or two, it passed.  I was able to swallow it all.  I had my
nose buried among its pubes.

"You did it, champ!!!"  Greeted my brother Karl.

This was a moment of triumph.  I had been able to swallow the monster dick
of my bro.

I remember this moment as a prove of my perseverance, as a prove of my
ability to perform difficult tasks.  Then, I felt realized at this moment.

From my past experiences, I know that most males you are giving head at,
want to their dicks to be swallowed entirely.  It had to be great to feel
their member well massaged by the muscles of a throat.  It is also a place
specially warm, then it has to feel great.  The suckee had to feel on the
top of the world.  Specially if countless girlfriends had denied him of
this fundamental pleasure.  Only a fag could perform this task at
perfection, feeling a delight in perfection.



The subtle performance of deep throating had to give the sucker also a
feeling of accomplishment.  For him there is a supreme moment... when he
feels the contractions of the dick in his throat, as it comes to spurting
lots of abundant male jizz directly in your belly.  You know this cream is
all yours.  Not a single drop is wasted dropping on the floor.

Excuse me for this rant.  I love to write deep speeches.



Well, I had swallowed entirely the dick of my brother.  Then, as his dick
went deeper, I felt the pubes of my brother tickling at my nose.  I inhaled
deeply the scent of his crotch and felt happy.  It was so sweet that was
like drunk.  I had accomplished some difficult task in my life.



"Hey!!  Yeah!!  You did it, bro!!"  Karl was cheering.

With his dick buried totally in my throat, Karl was feeling great.  He then
reacted by caressing my ears and the sides of my face to reward me.

"You are great, bro!!"  He said deeply moved.

He never had praised me with such enthusiasm.

"You are a champ, bro!!"  He cried.

These words of encouragement were very common in sports.  He was caressing
my ears softly.  He could not believe his dick deeply buried in the throat
of his brother.

He was enjoying the pleasure, the heat of my esophagus, the pressure of my
throat muscles around his dick.  His hands were to holding my ears as if
ready for driving on a road to heaven.

"You are best!"  Said my bro.

I did not budge.

"The best cocksucker!"  He added.

"Your are the best fag, Jimmy!!"

He said with sincere admiration.

I could barely attend his words, for I was stunned by the huge bulk of dick
I had swallowed.

Later on, wne a part of my amazement had passed, I heard Karl declaring
that I was the best cocksucker of the world.  I saw nothing derogatory on
his words; for they were uttered in a sudden outburst of passion.

Then, Karl took back his dick our a few seconds.  I took a deep breath and
he push it forward again.  Then I felt it sliding up and down on my throat
and it felt good.

"This is great, bro!!!"  He said deeply moved.

He was for a while fucking deep on my throat, while exclaiming,

"You are the best, bro!!  You are a champ!!"

He was grabbing my head by the ears and was fucking faster now.

Then, after a while, his member was having some jerks and I knew that it
was going to cum off inside my esophagus.

When he was spurting his last jets, Karl got back his dick, and it shut the
last drops of his cream in my mouth.  This was the first taste I had of his
cream.  It was sweet, salty, thick and rather sticky. It also has the
unmistakable flavor of my bro.  It was strongly scented like my bro.  If I
would be blindfolded, I would recognize the scent of my bro's cream.  I was
delighted to feel his essence so intimately.  I would carry his virile
essence in my blood for a time; this would enhance my well being.

After Karl's dick stopped giving up sweet drops.  I was liking with my
tongue the rest of cum off his dick.

Also, with my tongue I was also carrying around the creamy taste inside my
mouth.  I was feeling the essence of my brother in there, like I were
smelling him.

Then, he dick was becoming a little flaccid and he get it out of my mouth.

"It has been an outstanding match!"  He said influenced by the words used
in sports.

We are nothing than a pile of conditioned reflexes, I supposed.





Then, I was a little down that it had finished all.  I would like to serve
him for a while more.

Then, unexpectedly, my bro held my face and kissed me in a French way.  He
was savoring my mouth that had still residues of his own cream.  I felt his
tongue exploring my mouth.

Then he stopped and said,

"I can taste myself in your mouth, bro."

"What?"

"We have to do this more often," he said.

Then he started to dress in a hurry.

"I have to leave you now, Jimmy.  I am late for the training."

"Ok."  I said and he left.



I was for a time like stunned recalling my experience.  I had a feeling of
surreality.  For a while I was doing nothing but enjoy the memory of my
recent experience.

Then, I began to play with my dick and I jerk off while fantasizing with
the dick of my bro deep down in my throat.  I recalled his body scent when
I had my nose buried in his pubes.  I jerk off recalling the moment his
huge dick was vibrating inside my throat when he started to download all
his thick hot cream in my belly.





* * *



It was a Friday and had nothing to do than to wait for my brother Karl to
come back.  Perhaps he needed another deep suck of his cock.  I was
recalling the remains of his cream.  I mean it would be just some very
small remains, like some molecules of his jizz or so, but I imagined I was
relishing the strong flavor in the taste buds of my tongue.

I passed a time waiting for Karl but it did not come back.  His training
have had passed well already, but he was entertained with his friends
talking or something.  I missed him.

He did not arrived till the evening.  I had prepared something for him to
eat.  I felt a little as a her young wife preparing something for her
lover.

Mother has to come much later, for he was at work this day.  Then, he has
instructed us to manage ourselves, that we were not little kids anymore.



Karl did not say any comment about what happened this morning.  I was
trying to check on him to see if he needed a new relieve or something.  But
he was not showing any special showing bulge.

We passed a while watching TV and he was concentrated mostly on sports.  I
did not hate sports, but they really bored me.  Nevertheless, as long as my
brother was on the living room we have to watch sports.  I hoped he would
show me some form of affection to me as we were alone, and I had done to
him the best blow job of his life, I suppose, even if he did not told me.
But he seemed to be indifferent by my side.  I wanted to come closer to
him, but did not dare.  I wanted it was him the one to come closer.

I just imagined he was tired of the training or something.

"Are you tired of training?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"It's for nothing.  You looked a little tired or something."

"Do I?"

"Well, yeah.  This morning you were more... more like excited or
something... like playful, you know?"

"I was playful?  Do you miss something?"

"Yeah.  I miss you being eager and playful, like this morning."

"I was playful?"

"More than that.  You were... like swelled or hard.  I suppose you were hot
and hard."

"You are right.  I am a little tired of the training.  Too much work."

He extended his arm over my shoulders and pulled me towards him.  I was
delighted with this show of affection.

Then, when Karl was tired of watching sports, he said,

"Let's go to sleep."

He stood up and I did the same.  I was by his side going upstairs towards
the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom I was not eager to see him naked.  I was behaving in
modesty not looking at him, but hoping he would need me, that he would
invite me to climb on his bed, to help him.

Karl strip off and entered to bed.  I barely got a glimpse of his
nakedness, but it seemed that he was wearing his underwear.

I was rather disappointed at this situation and entered in my bed also
wearing my underwear.

I remained in bed looking sadly at him.  Like a disappointed little kid
that was not given a sweet.

Karl was for a while looking at the ceiling.  Then, he looked at me and saw
my sad face.

"Jimmy, come and get here in my bed."

"You're sure?"  I said smiling tenderly.

"Yeah.  Come in here.  But do not be a naughty boy."

"I would not."  I said.

I was entering in his bed for the first time.  Well, not the first time
really.  Some five years ago, when we were much younger, he invited me
often to his bed.  And I relished to be so close to him.  I loved also the
smell of his body, and the feeling of the our skins rubbing together.  He
even let me touching his cock and balls for a while.  He loved me touching
but he said after a while, "do not touch me much here, or you would become
queer".  I did not understand the meaning of queer then.

"What is queer?"

He did not answer.  But I loved to touch him there and followed my
instincts.  He had a lovely touching in there.  And he loved it.  He moaned
and moaned in pleasure.  He pecker became stiff with my touches.  His
breath became deeper, and the air made a noise as he breathed.



When he became older, his dick grew a lot much bigger.  I pointed at it and
said excitedly, "you got hairs in there!"  I was delighted with the
discovery.

The place had started to grow a lot of hair in there; he called this pubes,
and they were all around the base of his dick.  Even his balls were growing
pubes, but a lot softer and shorter.  I caressed his hairy balls, but he
took out my hand.  He was a little uneasy, like having trouble if let me
explore him farther, or if he had a need to stop it or something.

After this night, he did not invited me any more to enter in his bed.  This
was now my first time after some three years.

So, I entered in his bed and loved his scent at once.  He had the best odor
I ever had smelled in my life.  Then, I played like the innocent kid that
enters in the bed of his older brother.  I did not touch him with my hands,
only led the skin of my body to be in contact with him.  I loved the
currents that went from his body to mine.  The current runs from a positive
pole to the negative one, as they said in school.  Karl was the positive
pole.

I was for a while laying on my back, the only contact with Karl was on my
left side, my left arm, my left side of the hips, and thigh and left leg.

I was behaving like a good boy, not touching him at all, for he was tired
of all the training.  He often come back tired from the training.  He
rarely had a bulge in his trousers when he is tired from the training or
after a soccer match.

Then, I tired of being laying on my back and I turned towards him, laying
on my left side.  Now, the front part of my body was having all the heat he
was radiating.  Heat from the positive pole to the negative, I think.  Karl
remained for a while laying on his back.  But then he felt attracted to the
negative side, and turned over to face me.

We were face to face now, without uttering a word.  After a while he hugged
me and our chest were face to face touching.  I loved all the heat he had.
He was making me hot, like hell.

I think my pecker was hot also, and it touched him on his crotch.  This
place was also a positive pole of heat, for I felt something hot and hard
pressing on my negative pole.  I was excited, but I did not utter a single
word or a moan, for I was behaving like an innocent boy that never
misbehaves.

We were for a while laying like this; the positive pole giving heat to the
negative one.  I was very excited, but I could not misbehave; I would not
budge.  The negative pole does nothing until it is forced to.

Then, the positive pole had grown hugely.  It had an incredible size, even
if I did not allowed my hand to feel it.

Then suddenly Karl said,

"You have been a naughty boy.  Then you are going to be punished to suck
whole this piece of hard meat."

Karl pushed aside the blanket, grabbed my body and flipped it over, making
my head to lay on his crotch.

Then he took the blanket again and covered us.  In a second, the incredible
potent scent of his crotch invaded my senses, letting me like stunned.  I
was inebriated with his aroma.  Moreover the heat in there was getting
higher like in a boiler room, then Karl rose a little the blanket to
refresh me.

His huge dick was like blind frantically looking for my lips.  Then, I got
it in my hand and applied it to my mouth.  I was for a while relishing the
drops of sweet of the mushroom head.  Then, I jerked the dick well up and
down to make it produce more drops of honey.  I loved this part specially.
Then, when it gave not more, I began to revel in sucking the head.

The head of a dick has all the qualities to enjoy a sucking.  This must be
one of our primeval pleasures in our first years of life.  Pleasures that
were long forgotten.

Now, I had rediscovered the long forgotten pleasures of sucking.  It was
something incredible.  Nobody can understand this till he starts sucking a
dick.  Now that I know, I would be sucking a dick for hours if Karl would
had not told me to do other.

"Suck in deeper, honey!"

I loved he called me honey.  Then, I felt obliged to suck in deeper.

I started slowly to make my mouth familiar with suck a bulky piece of meat.
I was then immerse in a space full of exciting body scents, and had a great
piece of hot meat in my mouth.

"That's it, Jimmy.  It's all yours."

I loved his words.  They had the power of encouraging me and I felt great
with such a big thing in my mouth.

"Keep trying!"

I was a little scared and back my head off a little.  I was for a while
relishing the taste of the head, so big and shinny.  I mean it felt like
velvet in my tongue.  It was a great feeling in my tongue.

Karl did not comply of the interruption.  Then after some seconds I tried
again to suck him deeper.

I was trying to get used at the big dick as it approached the tonsils.
Then it passed the barrier softly, without producing any gag in my throat.

Soon I began to feel that I were swallowing more and more dick.

"Yeah!  Champ!  You got it!"  He cheered enthusiastic.

I felt my nose buried in his bush of strong pubes.  I loved the scent they
had.

Then, I was for a moment with his monster deeply buried in my mouth,
enjoying the triumph of tenacity.

Then, Karl began to take it back a little, and then a little forward and so
on.

"Ooooh!  That's so sweet!"  Karl said.

I felt good hearing his moans.

"This is great, Jimmy!"

He was pumping now a little faster.  I felt it going up and down on my
lips.  With each pump downward, my nose was buried inside his pubes that
tickled me.

"You are great, Jimmy!"  he said excited.

I loved his words.

"You are the best, faggot!"

I got a little startled with this word.

"What a sweet cunt!"  He said.

I was startled a little farther, but I was barely conscious of these words,
for I was impressed by his huge dick coming and going, up and down on my
throat.

Then, suddenly, his enormous dick swelled.  He was about to cum off but
then... he get it back and rest the head of it in my mouth.

"Ooooh!  Shiiit!"  He cried.  "Aaaargh!  I'm cumming!"

And the dick started to spurt hot pulses of hot cream in my mouth.  The
spurts were like little hot shuts of cream.  My mouth was soon overwhelmed
by such a great amount of hot jizz besides the might swelled dick.  My
mouth had not enough capacity to contain so much stuff in.  A part of the
jizz began to overflow by the corners of my lips.

"You have to swallow all," said Karl.

I was frantically trying to swallow the thick stuff that was very sticky.
You all know well how sticky it is.  It was real difficult to move around
all the sticky cream in my mouth to swallow it down.  The sticky jizz was
adhered to my teeth and to the inner sides of my mouth.  Then, I had also
to take care of the wonderful head of Karl's dick that was still in my
mouth giving up the last drops of jizz.

"That has been fantastic!"  Said Karl.

I was still caressing the head of his dick with my tongue.

The breathe of Karl was more calmed now.  Then, after a while, his soft
dick was retired off my mouth.

"Did you like it, Jimmy!"

"Yeah.  It was very good!"

"So you like it."

"Yeah.  Why we had not started to do this a long time before?"

"What you mean?"  He said.

"I mean why we did not do any of this... the last year or...  You know."

"I don't know.  I did not want to influence you into becoming a queer or
something."

"You did not want to influence me?"

"Yeah.  But then I saw you always checking on me and my bulge.  You looked
more interested in my bulge as the time passed."

"I was more interested?"

"Yeah.  Then I thought, he is already a queer.  I would take care of him to
keep him safe.  I would stop him of going out to suck the dicks of boys in
school.  Everybody would soon know it and he would despised and bullied by
the crowd like all the faggots."

"Then, you wanted to save me from the crowd?"

"That was exactly my intention."

"Oh, Karl!  I love you so much!"

"Me too, Jimmy.  You are my lovely secret faggot bro."

"Oh!"  I was a little startled at these words.

"You're my best cunt ever."  He said.

I felt a little more startled.  But I was in a happy mood and did not care
the least for these nasty words.  They were words of fraternal love.

Soon we both were sleeping nude together.  During the night, as I was to
turn over in bed, I felt the new reality.  I was sleeping in the bed with
my brother.



End of part 1



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