Date: Wed, 30 May 2012 16:00:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: My Brother Taught Me (gay/incest oral, anal, b/m)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual
acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
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                         My Brother Taught Me
                                  By
                                 Wolf


	I was the youngest of eight children.  We were raised on a small
southern farm, with all of the middle class baggage that goes along with
that.  My dad was 41-years-old when I was born.  We spent very little
time with each other as I grew up.  He was a six-foot tall hard working
guy.  I only remember my father with salt and pepper hair.  He had a
very masculine face, with a strong jaw, natural five o'clock shadow, and
a dimple in the middle of his chin that drew people's eyes to his white
teeth.  His large ears were offset by his Roman nose.  He did have a
pleasant smile, and personality that ingratiated him to everyone.  The
hard work kept his body physically fit.  The repetitive nature of farm
work prevents men from becoming muscle bound.  If anything he was
lean with a six-pack belly.  His pectoral muscles were capped with
raspberry nipples.  When he was working without a shirt on I was
fascinated with the way the dark trail of hair led from his navel in a fan
shape to disappear into the top of his low slung jeans and underwear.  He
had large strong hands, which were capable of breaking Brazilian nuts
open one at a time.

	I overhear my mother telling one of her friends that my
grandfather and my father would fight over the same girl.  They would
end up taking turns fucking her.  She even commented that my
grandfather was very adept at pleasing women.  When her friend asked
how she knew what kind of lover her father-in-law was, my mother
smiled before saying simply first hand.

	My brother's assured me that my father had a big cock.
Occasionally I saw it while he would take a leak outdoors.  It was uncut
and very thick, even when it was flaccid.  I didn't pay much attention to
it when I was young.  I accidently found out that it had another use by
accidently seeing my father fucking my mother one night when their
bedroom door was ajar.  I guess one of them had gone to the bathroom
and not completely closed it when they returned.  From my angle, his
cock looked HUGE going in and out of mom.  By the sounds she was
making I thought he was hurting her.  I was almost crying, before I heard
her begging him, "FUCK ME HARDER, FASTER, FASTER!"

	My mother was a petite woman, so I had no idea how she could
enjoy something that big being shoved into her body, but eventually I
figured out that she must have enjoyed it enough to have eight children.
After I grew up I recalled a forgotten memory of sleeping in their
bedroom, and listening to the bed squeaking, and grunt's and moan's.
At the time I had no idea what was going on.

	I was also un-cut, and had been jacking off as far back as I could
remember.  I even remember as a child hiding little bugs under the
foreskin to feel them crawling out from under my foreskin, as I showed
them off to a cousin that was my age.  When I was 4-years-old my older
brother always wanted me to play with his cock.  My brother and I called
them peters or peckers.  We would hide out and milk them as we called it
when we masturbated.

	I will never forget the day that my brother and I were sitting on
an old steamer trunk in our bedroom playing with each other's cock, and
mother walked in to collect our laundry.  She went about her business as
if she didn't even see us.  She never said anything about what we had
been doing.  We also climbed trees and hid out to play with our cocks.

	My brother wanted me to suck on his cock, but I thought that
was too nasty at the time.  The last time we had sex with each other we
were in the barn, and I was probably about 8-years-old and he was about
12-years-old.  He was very horny, and I was very excited too.  He got
down on all fours like an animal.  It was just natural for me to mount him
from behind like the animals did in the field, and stick my little dick into
his asshole.  It just seemed so natural to me.  I had seen dogs, and horses,
bulls, goats and sheep mount each other.  It was obvious that males
mounted other males to reinforce their dominance over other males.  It
was just a normal occurrence around the farm.  I just accepted that it was
a natural thing.  I was still excited about the feeling.  It was a feeling I
have only experienced since when fucking men.

	However, while I was fucking my brother, someone drove up and
blew their horn.  My brother jumped up, dumping me on the dirt floor of
the barn.  He ran to the door to check out who it was.  It was some of his
friends.  He had to get dressed quickly, and I didn't get to finish fucking
him.  I don't know why we never had sex with each other again.

	He had always been the one to initiate our sexual activity, so I
guess he just never wanted to run the risk of having his friends catch him
in a compromising situation.

	My brother was six-foot two when he was grown.  He was very
muscular, and had beautiful teeth and lips.  He was very handsome and
knew it, and fucked an unbelievable number of girls and married women
by the time he was 17.  There was a natural cockiness about the way he
carried himself.  Right or wrong he carried himself as if he could fuck
anyone he liked.  As far as I know he was right.

	When he was younger and we were messing around he was
ashamed of his naturally curly dirty blond hair.  He worked hard to
straighten it, but as he grew older he became proud of it.  We shared a
bedroom, and when he would have me jack him off I could smell that
awesome male sent he produced, and it would make my dick hard.  He
had a nice bush of light brown pubic hair even when he was 12-years-
old.  Just about the last time he had me jack him off, we were on the
front porch one day, and he smelled so damned good.  When he shot his
big globs of white cum upon his own belly, it smelled so awesome, hot
and sexy.  I have tasted lots of cum since then that tasted like his,
smelled, creamy.  I can honestly say I became a dedicated cock sucker
because of my older brother's introducing me to sex.

	When my brother stopped fooling around with me, I started
looking for other males that were willing to let me suck their cocks,
because of the size of our farm seasonal farm hands came and went.
These were poor men with little extra money to spend on entertainment.
They often were sending home money for their families, so they could
hardly squander money paying for the service of a prostitute.  It was easy
for me to befriend them and they never turned me down when I offered
to play with their cocks, and sucking them off.  By the time I was a
teenager I even allowed them to fuck my ass.  I began to understand my
mother's pleasure having a cock in her body.  Some of these men even
allowed me to fuck them too.



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