Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 14:50:03 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "New Stepbrother is a Seducer"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

+++Blah, blah, blah.  You are tired of hearing it, but if you are under 18
your are not invited to this party.  Please close the door behind you and
come back when you are of age.


I have been raised by my Mom for fourteen years.  Dad disappeared while she
was pregnant with me, so it wasn't personal.  She'd done a good job.  I am
considered a good boy and I get good grades.  I'm a fiend for sports, so
that keeps me out of trouble and has built me a great body.  I know, cause
I look at it in the mirror before my shower, then wipe one off in the
shower.  If I was a girl, I would go nuts over me.  It hasn't happened yet.

So, everything was going okay-dokey until Hal.  She met Hal when she took
his house in a listing.  She's a realtor.  He's young looking for his age.
You'd never know he was forty.  I guess he's a good date for her, but I
think things are heating up and before long I guess I'm going to have a new
pop.

That's going to take some adjustment on my part, but I think I can do it.
The fly in the ointment is pretty Billy.  Billy is his son from his
marriage.  He's a widower.  "Isn't that wonderful.  Jimmy?" Mom said,
"You'll have a friend your age right in the house with you."

Shit!

And double shit because the real piss off thing is that he will be sharing
a room with me.

Why did I say "pretty Billy", well I'm no gay boy, but anyone can see that
this kid is grade A hot.  He's about three inches taller than my 5'6".  He
really built, not on to the way like me.  He's got, damn, damn, curly blond
hair and striking blue eyes.  He IS beautiful.  Worse, he knows it.

Me?  I'm pretty good in the looks department, think of your typical
fourteen year old jock and you got it.  There are millions of kids who look
like me...bummer.

Well, they did get married, my Mom and upright Hal.  He lives here.  His
stuff is here.  His body sleeps in Mom's bed every night.  Billy?  He moved
into my room.  His cheery attitude takes up too much space in the room.  It
now seems small, especially with his jock straps hanging and his hockey
shit.  I guess I'm a bit surly to him, but the shit head never notices.
He's always polite and fucking cheerful.  I hate him.

As I said, I'm a good boy.  I am trying.  Mom noticed that and thanked me,
but every time I see him lounging on the new bed that they moved in, my
heart sinks.  I especially find it hard to live with another guy.  I hear
his snores, his farts, his dangling cock and over perfect body and face.
It's just too mich.  I think we were heading for a problem until late last
night.

I showered before bed and headed back to "our" room, formerly "my room".
The door was partly ajar and I clearly hear Billy crying.  Now he has a
deep voice, mine is no longer that high soprano and summoned all the dogs
in the neighborhood, it's mellow and midrange.  But his voice crying was
pretty upsetting.  It was like a man was crying.

I tightened the towel around my waist and stepped in.  He was in his
undershorts, his head in his hand, sitting at the desk we now shared.
"What's wrong Billy?"

He jumped when he saw me (later I found out this was all fake.)  "I didn't
want you to see me like this, it's just that I got to thinking about my
Mom."

You know already I'm a good boy.  Well tears welled up in my eyes and I
stepped across the room and pulled him to his feet and wrapped my arms
around him.  He rested his head on my bare shoulder and continued to sob.

"How long is she, uh, gone?"

"Just two years."

I could see that his situation was very different that mine.  I never knew
my dad; he had almost his whole life with her.  I continued holding him.
He now put his arms around me and...you won't believe this...pressed his
crotch against mine and hugged tight.

It was about time to let him go but he had me fast.  To my everlasting
embarrassment the closeness of his smooth, warm body against my nearly
naked one was getting me hard.  Now I am pretty big in that department.  I
mean, when I get hard, it's not easy to conceal it.

Suddenly he lifted his head from my should and pushed away slightly.  I
looked up that three inches into his handsome faced.  He was grinning.
"You got a boner.  Your cock loves me."

I stepped back like I was burned.  "What do you expect, you were almost
making out with me."

He was still holding me.  "Did you ever kiss a boy?"

I snorted.  "Of course not."

"Then you're gonna love this."

He bent down those three inches and placed his warm lips over mine and
kissed me five times.  Little kisses.  They gave me a dizzy feeling and
something happened to my breathing.

"You like it.  I can tell.  Have you ever done stuff with other kids?"

"No, I'm not that way.

He laughed with his manly voice.  "Everyone's that way.  We all love
feeling good.  Let me show you,"

He reached under my damp towel and took hold of my hard penis.

"Wow, you fucking beat me in the prick department.  It's awesome."

As he spoke so admiringly he was slightly shagging it.  I was gulping with
the sensation.  I put my hand on his trying to push him away, but he kept
his position and shagged harder.

"Don't fight me.  You really are getting with the program.  Relax, the best
is yet to come."

I put my hands at my sides in capitulation.  Whatever was going to happen
would happen.  He got down on his knees and really got queer.  He held my
cock with one hand and his lips began licking the head of it.  When I
started a little moan, he took that as a signal that I gave approval and he
took the head and part of the shaft into his mouth.  His mouth felt hot and
wet.  I was in orbit.

He stopped.  He patted me on one ass cheek.  "You're doing good babe.
Look, you're dripping honey from your piss slit and it tastes really great.
It's making me totally horny.  You want to take a few sucks on mine?"

I didn't answer.

"You want me to get you off?"

I nodded.

He giggled in triumph.  "Okay, but you hafta do me then.  Agreed?"

"Yeah, but shut up and do it," I said not too graciously.

He went back to work, sucking and slurping his way down until the head was
deep in his throat.  I don't know how he did it, but his swallowing was
getting me close to spilling my load.  Then he did the ultimate.  He hummed
around my cock, buzzing it into a heavy orgasm.

My knees sagged, my breath became totally ragged and I began a little cum
song.  My cock seemed to pull in slightly, then extended to impossible hard
length and spit out a heavy stream of cum.  He slurped in down and he
continued swallowing all the following spurts.  Finally I stopped and he
let my cock fall out of his mouth.  He smiled.  "That was delicious.  Have
you ever eaten your cum?"

"No, that's nasty."

"You think so, wait til you taste mine.  Every sucker has said that it is
the sweetest they ever tasted."

He was standing now.  He put his big jock hands on each of my shoulders and
pushed down.  "On your knees lover.  Your virgin mouth is goin' be
christened I'm already leaking cum.  I won't take long.  Oh yes, tickle my
balls while you're at it.  I love that and I know you want me to be happy."

"Wait, I thought you mean some other day."

"Now!" he said firmly and I couldn't stand anymore with that pressure on my
shoulders.  I sank down.  His prick was covered by his red stripped shorts.
"Pull the shorts down and say hello to my little Billy."

I did it.  His dick was different from my long, thin, straight one.  His
was shorter and thicker and curved upward.  It was kinda nice I had to
admit.  He pressed the tip against my lips.  "Open up sweety, I'm coming
in."

I kept my lips tightly together.  I didn't like his trying to control me,
but then I felt a sharp slap on my cheek and I opened my mouth to complain.
He slipped in.  In a moment my mouth was filled with saliva.  "Yeah, that's
good, the wetness feels great.  You're doing good, now lick and suck at the
same time."

I did\it.  It felt natural, like I had been doing it for a long time.
Above me Billy was crooning with pleasure.  "Oh you Jimmy boy, you are so
good at this.  I can't hold on much longer."

I could believe that.  He was feeding me his dripping precum.  He was
right.  It tasted like honey and it was getting me hard again.  I did my
manful duty with this blow job.  I wanted to do good, you know I am a good
boy.  Pretty soon he was moaning continuously and his hips began to buck.
He was fucking my mouth.  Then he grabbed my head and really started his
fuck.  I just kept still and let me take over.  Soon he whispered hoarsely,
"Here it comes, swallow every drop."

I felt him discharging over my tongue and it slid back.  I swallowed it and
kept swallowing until he tapped me on the head.  "You can stop swallowing
now.  That's all I got."

The next day was Saturday.  He woke me with a gentle cuff on the chin and
urged me to get up, have breakfast and have a catch before it got too hot.

My mother told us that, when we came in, that it made her so happy to see
her two boys playing with their balls.  We both laughed.  "What's funny?"

"Nothing," I said, "Just something we had talked about earlier."

Billy and I kept a close relationship until college.  We went to different
schools.  We balanced our own sex fun, when we needed it, with other
opportunities with girls and other guys.  This was the best of all worlds.


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