Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 23:25:10 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Slutty Brother

This is only a work of fiction. Don't take this as being representative of
real life. Don't read this if you are not over 18.

Please let me know if you want to see another chapter.

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I was so worried about my son, Billy. Billy used to be a big sports star on
his junior high baseball team. He was popular with the girls. He did OK in
school, no genius but enough to get into a good college. Then when he got
into his junior year in high school he started to spend all his time in his
room, cut off from his friends, not interested in sports or dating, not
talking to us. My wife thought he was just being a brat, but I knew there
was something much worse going on.

And then one day I was wandering by his room and I saw a magazine sticking
out of the mattress. Part of the cover was visible - and that cover had a
man with a huge cock. I mean like the size of a child's arm. I went into his
room and thumbed through the magazine. This was hardcore gay porn. This
black bruiser was plowing this poor younger guy (probably about 20) and the
pup had this open hole that was just oozing from cum. His ass was amazing -
better than my wife's ass had ever been. Even better than the cheerleaders
I'd fucked in high school. I think they call it a "bubble butt" - that's
what my brother calls it.

My brother, Tom, and I stopped speaking for a while after he came out. We
were pretty close when we were growing up, but he was always the "artist"
type and I was the star athlete. He finally told me he was gay when he was
moving to California to be with some French guy. I just couldn't accept
that. By that time I had young kids and I basically told him never to come
by unless I asked him. I wasn't gonna put my kids at risk. Needless to say,
he hit the roof and he cursed me out, and I yelled at him and told him he'd
get AIDS if he didn't stop, and then he punched me in the mouth and we never
spoke again for 10 years. At the time I thought, "for a fag, he can sure
throw a mean right hook".

After my mother died, Tom moved back to town to spend more time with my dad
and help my dad with his retirement (Dad's never been good with money, and
neither have I). At first we still weren't speaking but after a while we
began to get closer. I decided to tell him about Billy. I mean, I'd seen
Billy with girls - he loved girls. It wasn't just a fake date, or
"bearding", like Tom calls it. Tom agreed to talk to Billy, and ask him what
was going on, as long as I agreed to stay out of it, to not discuss the
matter with Billy unless Billy talked to me first.

I agreed.

Within a few weeks, the changes started. Billy was playing baseball and
basketball again, his dating life was going fine, and he was his old,
confident self. I even heard him fucking a girl in his bedroom. A
cheerleader. I opened the door slightly (the headboard was banging so loud I
was grateful my wife was at mass) and saw his smooth, creamy, muscled cheeks
thrusting and squeezing as he suckled those luscious D-cup tits in front of
him. My boy was a man.

I didn't talk to Tom about what happened, but I sure was grateful. I didn't
have a worry in the world.

Then, a few weeks later, I heard the banginging headboard again. Billy
thought I was at work (I got the rest of the day off because of some kind of
evacuation). I decided to peek in at him again.

Billy's cheeks were squeezing and thrusting again. I followed the trail of
those hair-dusted, blonde thighs again, and this time...he was fucking a
man. I saw a man's erection jutting against the cum-stained sheet. My eyes
followed the lean body, and....HOLY FUCK, it was Tom! Tommy! He'd taken
advantage of my kid!!

Was this some kind of a joke?

I was devastated. I drove off in my car, and sat at a resturant forever. It
was this seedy place. Then I went into the bathroom and pulled out my cock.
I began pissing. Before I could stop myself, the images of Billy fucking
Tom's ass entered my head. My thick 9 inch Germanic rod just about put a
hole through the wall as I stroked myself. My knees buckled while my rough
fingertips ran over my glans. I had seen my son ass-raping my brother, and
it was getting me hot! I wanted that ass, and I wanted my son's ass. I
wanted to taste it, and touch it, and fuck it, and....OH GOD I came against
the wall. I lost total control and I painted the dirty wall with my dirty
seed.

I went back home and I decided to just forgot everything I'd seen. My son
was still my son, not my lover, not my fucktoy. I plowed my wife extra-hard
that night and pretended none of that had ever happened.

And then other things started happening...

END OF PART 1