Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 05:44:32 -0600
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Adam

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My Brother Adam By: Shyoldguy

I came home from work, unlocked the apartment door, my arms were full of
groceries.  When I walked in I could see my brother Adam asleep in the
recliner in the living room.  He had a three days growth of beard and was
naked except for a pair of dirty blue boxers.  There were two empty beer
bottles on the table, and a half full one on its side on the floor, a large
puddle of stale beer had soaked into the carpet. Damn, was he ever going to
get it together?

Adam was my older brother, I was twenty seven, and he was thirty two. He
had moved in three days ago when his wife kicked him out. He was a mess; he
wouldn't talk about what happened between them. I was trying to give him
some space, he had taken two weeks vacation, and I was going to let him
have the first week to wallow in his own misery, but week two, he was going
to need to pull it together and make some decisions. I wasn't sure I would
survive until week two.

I put the groceries away, and went into the living room, picked up the beer
bottles, and grabbed a dirty t-shirt he had tossed on the floor to wipe up
the spot. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and went back
into the living room. He was snoring lightly and drooling out of the corner
of his mouth.  I kicked his hairy shin lightly with the toe of my shoe.

"Adam, get up and take a shower, you are starting to stink."

"What? Okay . . . yeah, alright." He mumbled, stretching and getting out of
the chair.

He stumbled off toward the bed room. I pulled out the frying pan, and
scrambled a few eggs. I figured we would have "breakfast" for dinner. I
heard the bathroom door open.  My one bedroom apartment is very small, the
kitchen, dining room, and living room are all one big room. The bath is off
the bed room, and Adam had been sleeping on my couch. He wandered into the
living room butt ass naked.

He and I had shared a room when we were younger, and we were brothers, so
we had seen each other naked a lot growing up. This is the first time I had
seen him in the "all together" since he was twenty one, and moved out. He
was still very muscular, taller than me and thin. His dick was about the
right size for an adult male, but his balls were huge.  They were very
large, and hung lower than any I had ever seen. Being gay, I had seen a
lot.

Adam moved out the summer mom and dad found out I was gay, I was sixteen.
It was not a good time for our family. Dad had walked in on me and a boy I
knew from school, he went ballistic, and I spent two days in the hospital.
My arm spent six weeks in a cast.  Adam had been home on summer break from
college; that was the end of him living at home. He got his own place and
moved out when school started back up.

My dad and I never spoke; Adam only came home on holidays. My only
supporter was my mom, and she and I are still close.

Adam bent over and riffled through his gym bag that held his clothes. I got
a good look at his hairy ass. Yeah, I know, he is my brother, but it had
been a year since I had been with a guy. I just didn't want to get back out
there after Peter left me for an eighteen year old boy. His ass did get my
balls tingling. I looked away, and picked some bacon out of the pan with a
fork as he pulled on some clean boxers, and a t-shirt.

He walked barefoot over to the table, and sat down taking a long drink of
the hot black coffee I sat down in front of him. He still hadn't shaved off
any of the stubble, his eyes were still bloodshot, and his hair was wet and
just toweled dried, but he still looked better. I sat down opposite him and
we both started eating.

"Okay Adam, what happened between you and Joyce? It's time you started
talking."

He sat down his fork, closed his eyes and said, "I just should never have
married her in the first place. It was a mistake."

"Why?" He and Joyce had gotten married right out of college. They had been
married for ten years. If it was a mistake, why did it take so long to
figure it out? "Come on Allen . . .  tell me why."

"It's not that easy Wesley, it's very complicated, and in a way it's your
fault."

Hell, I never saw that coming. I mean, he started dating Joyce after he had
moved out; I never even met her until two weeks before the wedding. "How in
the hell can it be my fault?"

"She found some of my private e-mail; she found out that I have had sex
with other men."

"What!" Man, I never expected to hear that coming from my older brother.

"Yeah Wesley, I'm gay too. After you screwed up and got caught with that
boy, and after the way dad reacted, I decided I needed to pretend
. . . well, you know. I didn't want to go through all that. I saw how hard
it was for you, your friends making fun of you, the names kids at school
called you, people pointing and whispering. I tried to wish myself
straight. It worked for a while, but then last summer, I met this guy on
line . . ."

He put his head in his hands, and started crying. I got up and walked
around, kneeling down, I put my arms around him and held him as he
cried. Yeah it had been hard for me.  I had considered suicide as an option
for a while. I responded by going a little nuts. I started sleeping with
anything with a dick. I went to gay bars, and sex clubs. I even went to a
party at a private estate where about twenty naked guys had sex in every
way possible while we were video taped. I have friends that say they have
seen it on the net, I look at a lot of gay porn, and have never seen it but
I don't doubt it is there.

I did out grow that by the time I was twenty, and settled down with
Peter. We were together for about six years, but then he met Guy, an
eighteen year old college freshman, and moved out. I was still trying to
heal from that.

Adam got up, picked his plate up and placed it next to the sink.  "She says
that she will not tell anyone if I don't contest the divorce and sign over
all our assets to her. I will basically have my ten year old Honda and the
clothes on my back. She also wants alimony, I will be financially
ruined. The only other option is to cum-out and fight her; I just don't
think I can do that. I don't think I am as strong as you are Wesley."

I was shocked; not only with Adam being gay, but with him thinking I was
strong. All these years I thought he left because he was ashamed of me, and
now I know that he was just scared. He was scared that the truth would come
out, and now it had.

"You know Adam that was a really bad time for me, I wish you had hung
around and given me some support. I needed you man. But . . . putting all
that aside, I am glad that it came out. I was messed up for a while, but I
am who I am, and I don't need to be ashamed of it. You don't need to be
ashamed ether. This whole cumming- out stuff is stupid. I mean, do straight
guys have to announce to their parents and friends that they are
straight. Like, hey man I have decided to have sex with girls, is that okay
with you? Sex is personal for us too."

Adam smiled, "I just don't know what to do man. I think I just need some
time."

He helped me clear the table and wash up the dinner dishes; this was the
first time he moved out of that chair in three days. We both went back into
the living area and got comfortable, he in the recliner, me on the
couch. We flipped on ESPN to catch up on our favorite sports teams.

"Was the guy you met on line someone special?" I asked; my curiosity had
gotten the best of me.

"No, he was a married man in the same situation I was in. We hooked up
three times in a hotel room, once before work, once on an extended lunch
hour, and the last time on a Saturday. It was just sex for fun, I am not
sure he even gave me his real name. I sure did not give him mine. I just
needed to be sexually satisfied for once; Joyce just didn't do it for me."
He said with some relief in his voice. I know it had to feel good to be
able to tell someone.

"When did you know that you were gay Adam, I mean how old were you?"

"I kind of knew when I was little, maybe eight or nine, but I messed around
with a boy when I was twelve for the first time, and then I knew for
sure. I had another experience when I was fourteen, and then I messed
around with a guy I picked up in a bar on a business trip about three years
ago, and now the man on line. Other than Joyce, that is my whole sexual
history. I know you have had a sordid past before Peter. I saw some
shocking videos of you on line. I don't have near the experience you have
had."

I had come to grips about my past; Peter had helped me get through it. But
I was still kind of embarrassed that Adam had seen some of the stuff I had
been involved with at that party. It was definitely a triple x experience.

"I will help you in anyway I can Adam, but I think it is time you except
who you are. It may be hard on you for a while, but do you really want to
hide for the rest of your life?  Besides, it will probably come up again at
some point. This kind of thing just won't stay hidden forever. You are
going to need to get off with a guy again sooner or latter."

We sat in silence the rest of the evening; I wanted him to have time to
think about what was said. About eleven I realized I was having a hard time
staying awake, and got up to go to bed. I threw the blanket and sheet on
the couch for Adam, and told him goodnight.

I went into my bedroom and stripped to my boxers and half socks, I hate it
when my feet get cold at night, and climbed into bed. Poor Adam, I knew
what he was going through.  Sex is a very strong need; this was not going
to be easy for him.

I heard Adam moving around in the living room, I heard the tv go off, I saw
the lights go out, and then I heard him fart . . . well we are men after
all. I was just ready to doze off when I heard his voice.

"I really don't want to sleep out there all alone tonight, can I sleep with
you?"

I couldn't believe how that sounded. It sounded like me when I was little,
scared, and asking to crawl into bed with him, my big brother, so he could
protect me from boogie men at night. This time he was scared, and he needed
me.

"Sure, just don't fart under the covers." I said, he laughed, and slid
between the sheets.  This was the first time I had shared a bed since Peter
walked out. It was kind of nice just knowing he was there.

In the morning, it was just starting to get light, I woke up. It took a few
minutes for me to remember that Adam was in bed with me, and that we were
spooning. His big hard morning wood was pressed between my butt cheeks
through my thin boxers. I had morning wood too. I know he was my brother,
but it still felt nice. I couldn't help but wonder if he was awake. I felt
his hips move ever so slightly, and his rod slid in my crack.

"Adam, are you awake?" the movement stopped. Even though he didn't say
anything I knew he was.

"It's okay Adam, it feels nice." What was I saying, he was my brother.

After a long pause he asked, "What do you think would have happened if we
both had been open about our sexuality when we were boys? Do you think we
would have messed around?"

That was a good question? "Did you ever think of me in that way Adam?"

"Hell yeah, you were one cute little dude . . . I still think of you. I
still think you are one cute little dude. I used to beat off at night
pretending that you and me . . ."

I pressed my ass tighter to his cock, and bucked my hips. He caught his
breath.

"Maybe we could just pretend we were little boys again, just for this one
time. Work through some of our boyhood fantasies, what do you think?" I
couldn't believe I was saying this to Adam. I was seducing my older
brother. I had jacked off many a time thinking of him, I had my fantasies
too. Still did . . . even though he was my brother.

I pulled the back of my boxers down exposing my soft round mounds; I could
feel the heat from Adams rock hard cock through his boxers against my
skin. Adam lifted his hips and pulled down the front of his boxers, his
manhood now touching my naked ass. He rubbed it up and down my crack,
gently caressing my rose bud. He let it slide in between my legs where it
touched the back of my balls. Damn it felt good. He slowly started humping.

In my defense, I had not been with a man for over a year, I needed this. I
reached over to the nightstand and took a bottle of lube out of the drawer
and passed it back to him.  "Please take it slow Adam; it's been a long
time."

He pulled back and I felt his fingers exploring my man pussy, they were wet
with lube.  His long middle finger slipped inside me making me gasp in
pleasure. He very slowly inserted a second finger and started exploring my
prostate. Damn, I was leaking huge amounts of pre-cum now. My muscles were
trying to suck his whole hand inside me. Oh shit . . . it felt so nice.

He leaned in and started kissing my neck, first very gentle butterfly
kisses, and then with more passion, more need. "Fuck me Adam, please, we
both need this."

"I want to Wes, I want you so bad . . . I need a condom . . . do you have a
condom?"

Of course, we needed a condom. He had been having random sex. I knew I was
clean, after I found out Peter had been screwing around I was tested.

"Have you always used a condom with your net friend?" I asked.

"Yeah; always."

"Then you should be okay, I am clean, fuck me Adam. Do it now, please
. . ."

I pulled my left leg toward my chest to open my ass for him and give him
more access to my pussy; he lubed up his long thin shaft, and slowly
inserted it in my rectum. It felt so good, it had been so long. He was a
gentle lover, slow and easy. He draped one of his long hairy legs over me,
wrapped his strong arm around me, kissed my neck, and made slow passionate
love to my ass.

I could feel his passion rising, mine was too. "Oh god Wes, I can't hold
back any longer, I'm cumming." So was I.

My cum started deep inside me, I could feel it building. My first shot was
almost painful in its intensity. Instead of being followed immediately by
the second, my body held it back until it built to its maximum pressure,
and then it let loose and wouldn't stop. In all my many sexual encounters I
don't think I have ever had an eruption like this. I know I screamed, but I
couldn't hear it over Adam's.

We both collapsed, his cock was still in my ass, and I was still in his
embrace. The front of my boxers were soaked with my cum, and I could feel
his leaking out around his softening dick.

After we both caught our breath, and his cock had come out of my hole I
rolled over and faced him.

"You know, this is the first time I have ever had sex without a condom, my
first time bare back." He confessed.

"Your kidding . . ." I said.

"No I have always been so damned afraid of aids and other stds."

"You never had Joyce naked?"

"No, half the time I couldn't get off with her, so I faked it. If I used a
condom, she never knew. I would go into the bathroom to take off my condom,
and jack off before I went back to bed. It felt really nice Wes, thank
you."

"Close your eyes Adam."

"Why?"

"Just do it." He did, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, he kissed
back.

"Why did you want my eyes closed?" He asked as our lips parted and his
beautiful dark eyes were open again.

"I didn't want you to feel funny watching as your baby brother kissed you."
I replied. He leaned in while never breaking eye contact with me, with an
adoring look in his eyes, he kissed me. I opened my mouth so his hot
seeking tongue could taste me.

"I am not embarrassed by what we just did Wes, I love you, you are my
brother. This is just one way brothers should show their love for each
other. I feel sorry for other brothers that can't share something like
this."

He held me tight, and we both fell asleep.

When I woke the next time it was to the sound of a Road Runner
Cartoon. Adam had switched on the tv in my room and was propped up on a
pillow. His handsome naked chest was on display; and the sheet up to his
waist.

"Hey bro, still okay with what we did earlier?" he asked.

"Yeah, I gotta pee." I said slipping out of bed. I was really more than
okay, I wanted more, and I wasn't done yet.

I went into the bathroom and slipped off the cum encrusted boxers, and
emptied my bladder. I rinsed some of the dry cum off, and tried to decide
if I should take off my socks or not. I left them on, I always though a guy
looked hot in just a pair of half socks and a smile. I went back into the
bedroom and pulled the sheet off Adam. He still had his boxers on, I put my
hand inside the opening in the front and grabbed his soft cock. I looked up
into his eyes. He smiled.

I worked his cock until it was hard again. "Can we slip these boxers off
Adam?"

He lifted his hips, and I pulled them down his long thin legs. He spread
them for me, and I crawled in between them. I started by licking his big
hairy balls. I took each nugget into my mouth and played with them with my
tongue. I licked my way up his shaft, treating it like you would a cool
pop. I could taste his dried cum, and the juices from my bowels. It was not
an offensive taste, but one I had come to enjoy over the years.

When I got to his soft flared head, I popped it in my mouth and started
sucking. I tried to suck the cum out of those big sexy balls of his. I
messaged his balls with my fingers as I bopped up and down. His hips
started moving to the rhythm I had set, he moaned and fed me a large hot
load of his sweet thick cum. He then lifted his legs to his chest exposing
his hairy hole to me.

"Fuck me Wesley; It's your turn bro."

I dove in face first. I inhaled the scent of his ass. I love that smell. I
licked the back of his balls, and that sensitive spot between the hole and
his sack. He moaned for me. I licked his hole, and stuck my tongue inside
tasting the very essence of his being. He pushed his pussy into my face; he
wanted me to go deeper. I lubed up my now raging cock, and slid it into
him. His feet were around my waist, and we were face to face, eyes wide
open and staring at each other.

Our lips met, his mouth opened, as I was fucking his ass with my cock, my
tongue was fucking his mouth. One deep thrust, and I stopped humping. His
mouth muffled my scream as I unloaded in his ass. I collapsed on top of
him, my cock making a popping sound as it came out of his hole.


EPILOG:

Adam fought Joyce, and they came to an agreement they could both live
with. He has cum-out to mom and dad, and some of his close friends. Dad,
took it a lot better than he did with me, I mean he didn't break any of
Adam's bones. It has been hard on him, some of his friends don't
understand, and have abandoned him. But I am always there for him, and
always will be. He is my brother after all.


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