Date: Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:33:45 -0400
From: Ryan P <ryan_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother's World - Part 1

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real people is pure
coincidence.  This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only.
If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit
this web page now.  There's unsafe sex practices here 'coz this are just
words on a screen; those of us living in the real world should practice safe
sex.

Would love to hear your comments guys.  Thanks!

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Since my pop passed away when I was eleven, I've held myself to be more than
just a big brother to Chris.  Secretly, I've held myself to be his father.
Chris, who's five years younger than me, hardly remembers our dad though he
is a spitting image of him.  Who would have thought that almost twenty years
later, I would be taking orders (among other things) from Chris.  Yes, I am
now my younger bro's slave.

Hi, my name is Mike, and this is part one of the story of my transformation
from big bro to bitch boy.

I thought I would wed early, truth is, I never met anyone who rang my church
bells the right way.  That was, till I met Sherry at a friend's wedding.
There she was looking mighty fine in a little black dress.  She rolled her
eyes when she saw me oogling her.  Between the dress and the eye-rolling,
she got me.  Sure enough, a year and a half later, we married.  We've been
married for four years now.

But that is not why you're reading this.  You couldn't care less whether I
fucked my wife's sister just before our wedding.  I didn't - but you
wouldn't care if I did now would you?  No, all you want is to know about my
brother and me.  Well, we'll get to that later.  For now, I'm telling you
all this to let you know that I am, was, whatever, as straight as a flying
arrow.

And even without you asking let me tell you that sex with Sherry was good.
There were times when she wasn't in the mood and there were times (rarely
really) when I wasn't in the mood.  Well, anyway, there was this particular
stretch of time, when Sherry wouldn't let me near her (wouldn't even let me
touch her with an eight inch pole! - LOL).  I was bottled up for more than a
month.  Sure, I jack-off but that was a poor substitute when I knew I could
be dipping in her shiny wet pussy.

Frustrated, I decided to take off one weekend to our cabin upstate.  A
little fresh-water fishing.  A little R&R to cool off.  Just like Sherry, I
guess, I needed some space apart too.

When I got to the cabin, I saw Chris' truck parked outside.  Cool, I
thought, at least I got company - someone who would listen, someone to dump
my shit on.

I got my stuff from my car and walked towards the cabin.  I called out to
Chris.  He wasn't answering so I figured he must be asleep.  When I opened
the door to the cabin though, whoa!  Chris wasn't sleeping at all.

Chris was humping somebody, doggy style.  I was cool with it, really, but
then I caught a glimpse of an unmistakable dick hanging between the
"doggie's" legs.  Chris was fucking a man!  My younger fucking brother was
fucking a fucking guy!  Unbelievable.  I didn't know what to think but my
feet decided to turn around and get back to my car.

Chris was always the quiet one.  He would mumble like a little child even
though he was taller and bigger than me.  He kept to himself most of the
time.  I thought, that's fine.  That's just the way he is.  At least his
mouth doesn't get him in trouble unlike his older brother

does.  But it's disconcerting to know that there's a lot about my kid
brother that I don't know.

Chris came running after me in his birthday suit.  Next thing I knew we were
shouting at each other.  I was upset at him.  Upset that he lied to me, that
he didn't confide in me, his only brother.

Chris' partner came running outside, totally naked.  But that wasn't the
shocking part.  It turns out the naked guy was my friend Bryan - someone,
Sherry and I hanged out with often.  And he's a married guy!

"Bryan?" I remember saying just before I felt something hard hit my face and
everything blacked out.

I felt Sherry's kisses waking me up from my sleep.  She was whispering sorry
to me each time she planted a kiss.

"I'm sorry too," I said, My eyes were still closed - I was still in that
sweet spot between sleep and consciousness.

I reached my hand over to pull Sherry closer to me.  The moment my hand
touched skin, at that very instant, I knew I wasn't at home.  I was suddenly
awake.  I opened my eyes.  It was Chris, not Sherry, who was kissing me.

The first thing I saw of Chris were his eyes and they were crying.  He
looked sad and lost - like a boy who just lost his father.  Don't ask me why
I did what I did next - because I don't exactly know.  All I know was that I
lifted my head from my pillow and kissed his wet eyes.  My little boy was
crying.  We looked at each other for a long time and then Chris kissed me
again - on the lips, this time.  I kissed back.

I didn't think about Sherry at that point, I didn't think about Chris, I
didn't even think about myself when we were kissing.  All I knew at that
time was that it felt good - it felt right.  We continued kissing and our
hands started exploring each other's bodies.  It was heady and hot - I could
feel my dick growing inside my pants.  We were shedding our clothes -
feeling each other up.  It's almost like looking through a mirror - though
he was a bit bigger, we were built the same way.  This guy, my little bro,
was digging my body as much as I was digging his.

I saw Bryan standing by the doorway, his dick tented inside these
ridiculously big shorts.  He looked like he needed a hug too.  I nodded for
him to come over.  He did, chucking the shorts as he did.

Bryan and I kissed as well.  There were two pairs of hands feeling me up at
this point.  They took turns, almost fighting over, the chance to fondle my
body and cock.  Bryan wrapped his mouth around the helmet of my dick and
gave it the wet skin it was meant to have but hasn't gotten for a long time
now.  If Bryan did not pull out, I would have cum right then.

Chris grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick - I stroked it.  It was the
first dick I've touched besides my own.  Though I initially thought our
peters were the same size when I held Chris' I realized his was much thicker
and maybe even slightly longer.

At some point, Chris kneeled on the bed and was pushing my head down into
his dong.  I didn't want to but didn't want to stop what was already
happening so I would distract Chris or have Bryan's mouth service my
brother's pole.

There were lots of sensations happening at the same time.  Soon enough,
while Bryan was giving Chris heads, I found my dick conveniently parked
behind Bryan's ass.  It was still glistening with lube and it was just
waiting for me.  I did what any red-blooded man would do when presented with
a wet hole. I fucked it!

My cock entered Bryan's pussy without any resistance. - I slid right in
actually.  It wasn't the tightest hole around but it was moist and warm and
it still hugged my cock in all the right places.

Chris looked at me smiling.  He leaned over to kiss me, I returned the
favor.

I tried to hold it in, but after a month of nothing more than my fist I was
ready to explode and that's what it did.  I cummed inside Bryan's ass.  I
went so deep inside him, he could probably taste it (LOL).

And that was just our Saturday - it got even weirder Sunday...

The next day, I woke to the smell of bacon.  I went outside and saw Chris
eating breakfast and wearing the shorts that Bryan was wearing yesterday.
As for Bryan, well, he wasn't wearing anything.  He was pacing back and
forth talking on his cell.

"Good morning." I said, feeling overdressed with my boxers and tank top.

"Good morning.  Want some breakfast?" Chris said.

"Yeah, I'll be back tonight... uh-huh... Listen, I have to go.  I'll talk to
you later... yup... uh-uh... I love you too, bye." Bryan said in a rush
before hanging up.

Before I could even find the paper plates, Bryan had prepared everything for
me and presented me with a breakfast of eggs and bacon.

"Thanks." I said. "Don't you feel cold."

Bryan simply smiled and busied himself cleaning the utensils he used to cook
the food.  Nobody talked as I ate my breakfast.  When I finished though,
Chris broke the silence.

"Are you done?" Chris asked me.

"Yeah" I said.

"Do you mind helping me feed Bryan?"

"Feed Bryan?" I said puzzled.  "He hasn't eaten yet?"

"No. Not yet" Chris said then he motioned for Bryan to come over.  "It's
time to get your breakfast."

"Do you want me to cook you eggs?" I offered.

"No, sir." Bryan said to me and before I could ask him why he is calling me
sir, Bryan got down on his knees in front of me and unbuttoned the front of
my boxers.  I pushed Bryan away as he started to reach for my dick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said to Bryan.

I heard Chris laugh.  I looked at him, bewildered.

"He's getting his breakfast. Didn't you say you were going to help me feed
him?" Chris said, chuckling all the while.  "Here boy, let's show my brother
how to do it."

Bryan crawled over to Chris' side and pulled down the waistband of Chris'
shorts.  Bryan took hold of Chris' dick and started sucking on it.  Chris
was ordering Bryan around and Bryan followed at the drop of a hat - in fact,
Bryan was digging the whole thing.  His dick was all hard as he sucked my
brother off.

"Cum has lots of protein in it in case you didn't know."  Chris said to me
matter-of-factly.

After a while, with Chris' dick was hard as well, he stopped Bryan.

"I'll feed you your lunch later.  It's Mike who's feeding you breakfast
today."

With that Bryan scooted over to my side again.  Tentatively, he reached for
my cock and I didn't stop him this time.  My limp one was half awake thanks
to the show I just witnessed.  I was embarrassed for Bryan, the dude I use
to hang out with is now kneeling in front of me giving me heads.  Soon
enough my embarrassment disappeared in the amazing feeling I was getting.

"Fuck, yeah, go get your breakfast Bry" I said.

Bryan made it look like my cock was a feast before him.  As if he was
sucking on a the bone of a T-bone steak making sure no juice or tendon
escaped his lips.  Sure enough his efforts were rewarded.

"Fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah" I said with each protein
shot. "Fuck yeah."

It's hard to imagine that we didn't do anything that's not sexual or kinky
for the rest of that day.  But the truth was we didn't, except for eating
and taking a nap, we were like a bunch of teenagers with raging libido.
True, our dicks weren't always hard and ready but our minds definitely were.
  Especially for Chris and me for we had Bryan as our toy.  And you know
boys can be very perverse with their toys sometimes.

Oh, and there's one other extra special time for me.  It was late in the day
already and we've pretty much spent when we decided to give it one last
romp.  Somehow, I ended up with Bryan rimming me and Chris blowing me.  I've
never experience anything like that before.  And thanks to the many times
I've shot my load earlier that day, it was a pleasure that lasted me a long
while.  When I finally did cum, I think I shot nothing more than just water.
And to see my little bro lick it all clean was priceless.