Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 14:14:38 -0800 (PST)
From: p <stradiuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Son and Brother

This is my first post to this site. It should be viewed
as a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. If so I'd love to hear
from you. You can get me at stradiuk@yahoo.com

On with my story. Let me start by saying that this is
about ordinary people. You won't find an Adonis in here.
No gym trained bodies, no defined abs, no overdeveloped
pecs, no ten-inch dicks.  We are just regular people,
healthy and reasonably fit. We might live down your
street - the sort of men you might check out as we pass
you by.

Like most people my earliest thoughts and experiences of
sex go back to my adolescence. My parents had just two
children, my brother Paul and me. He is two years older.
As kids we were very different.  He was bright and also
very physical. He was particularly good at soccer, which
made him very popular. On the other hand I was very
bookish and academic and had no talent or interest in
sports. Like most brothers we fought a lot between
ourselves but stuck together against outsiders.  Paul
looked after me a lot and I admired him.

My first big turn on was at the age of thirteen. I came
home from school and as I passed his room to get to mine
I saw his sports bag thrown just inside the door. He
wasn't around. I don't know what made me do it but I took
his bag into my room and pulled out his soccer kit. It
was still damp and smelt musky. I got an instant hard on
as I handled and sniffed it. I quickly stripped off and
pulled on his kit. First the shirt, then his sports
briefs and his shorts. I just closed my eyes and pressed
my hand on my crotch, massaging my dick through his
shorts. I lasted only a few seconds before I had my first
orgasm. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt fantastic.
Luckily I was too young then to produce spunk so there
was no mess. I repacked his bag and got dressed.

That was the start for me and I soon wanted to repeat
that sensation whenever I could. I began wanking several
times a day. Not only that, but I looked at Paul in a
different way, really admiring his body and trying to see
it as much as I could. He was only two years older than
me but those years made such a difference. I was still a
kid but at fifteen he was a young man.

One Sunday, a few months after that first experience, our
parents were out and we were up in my room playing some
game. We started horsing around and wrestling and after a
while we just flopped back onto the bed. He turned his
head and looked at me and out of the blue asked "Do you
want to see my dick?" I blushed and nodded and watched as
he pushed down his jeans and underpants. His cock sprang
up as it was released and slapped hard against his
stomach. I took hold of it and held it and squeezed it.
He had a lovely dick with a long loose foreskin. He
kissed me then pulled back for a moment before we began a
long, long kiss, our tongues pushing into each other's
mouths.

He pulled away, looked me in the eye and told me he was
going to fuck me. He stood up, stripped off, told me to
undress then disappeared through to the bathroom. When he
came back I was naked. As he came close I could see his
cock was shiny and could smell Vaseline. He turned me
onto my stomach, pushed my legs apart and knelt between
them. Then he lowered himself and I felt his cock against
my hole. It was my first time and it hurt like hell,
especially that moment when my hole parted and his cock
head pushed into me. He tried to get all the way in but
couldn't so he just started to fuck me anyway. As he
fucked me the strokes got a little longer and deeper and
pretty soon he was all the way in. It was such a strange
uncomfortable feeling and such a mixture of pain and
pleasure. Fortunately he didn't last long and then came
the moment that definitely made it worthwhile. What an
incredible feeling of him cumming inside me. I could feel
it - feel the hot spurts of his juice within me.

He fucked me regularly after that. As we got more used to
it the pain went away and there was just pleasure for us
both. It went on until he was 17 and got his first
girlfriend.

We are a lot older now - I'm 42. We both married and have
families of our own. Paul had two daughters and I have a
son David, or Davie as he usually gets called. The
strange thing was that although sex between Paul and me
stopped for many years it happened again when we were in
our thirties. We were alone at Paul's house one afternoon
having a few beers. Paul started talking about when we
were young. Maybe he was feeling guilty and needed to
talk about it. Whatever, I soon reassured him that I had
thoroughly enjoyed it, adding that I sometimes thought
about it and kind of missed it. We ended up having a hot
session. He fucked me hard and fast just like when we
were kids. Now though there wasn't the risk of discovery
so after cumming he slumped down on top of me leaving his
dick inside me until he was ready again. The second time
was slow and deep and was the most satisfying sex I had
ever had. I came as he fucked me then he carried on until
he filled me with a second load of his spunk.

We have had sex from time to time ever since. Not regular
on anything - sometimes we go for many months without
getting together. Sex for Paul always means penetration.
I sometimes suck him but never to climax. That always has
to be by fucking. He seems to need that.

Unfortunately Paul's marriage didn't last and his wife
left, taking their daughters with her. Since then Paul
has been a really great uncle to Davie and they spend a
lot of time together. Davie is sixteen now.

I first noticed something about a month ago. It was
recognition in Davie of how I used to be at his age. The
way he looked at his Uncle Paul and talked about him. It
was total hero worship. It brought my memories vividly
back to me and I sensed what was going on. Paul had had
me and now he was having my son.

The next time Davie went round to Paul's I made some
excuse to my wife to call round to see Paul. I didn't
knock but just tried the door. It was unlocked so I
entered. They weren't downstairs so I crept silently up
the stairs and stopped outside Paul's bedroom. I could
hear the unmistakable sounds of sex and I knew what I
would find inside. Feelings began to well up inside but
they weren't what I expected. What I felt were lust and a
little jealousy.

I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside.
There on the bed was Davie, legs spread wide as mine once
were, Paul on top of him, fucking him gently. Unaware
that I was there, both were breathing heavily and gasping
with each thrust. I was transfixed, only the tent in my
pants giving away my thoughts.

Paul readjusted his position and as he did so Davie moved
his head to this side and saw me. Paul, realising
something was wrong, stopped fucking and also looked
around. None of us moved or said anything for a few
moments. Then Paul, brash and confidant just said "Come
and join us". With that, he pulled Davie up onto all
fours and began thrusting again. I moved closer. It was
so hot. Paul leaned back and I could see my son's smooth
round arse being violated by my big brother's dick. Paul
reached out and grabbed at the bulge in my pants. I moved
closer and watched Davie's face as he watched Paul
feeling my crotch and my bum.

Paul told me to undress and I found myself doing so. Soon
I was naked. I closed my eyes and felt Paul take hold off
my cock and stroke it. But when I opened my eyes and
looked down it wasn't Paul - it was Davie who was hold of
me. At that point I knew Davie was enjoying this and I
began to join in more actively. I moved my cock towards
Davie's mouth and he started to suck me. Paul had stopped
fucking now and was just watching. He pulled out of
Davie's arse and I moved round to take his place. Davie
has a lovely arse. I spread his cheeks and his hole was
red and loose and shiny with Vaseline. I put my cock up
against it and slid right in. As I began to fuck Davie,
Paul began to rub a finger up and down my crack and
gently ease it into my hole.

I was getting too close to cumming so stopped and pulled
out of Davie. Almost at once Paul got behind me and
rammed his still greasy cock into me. Davie watched in
awe as Paul fucked me. Not the gentle loving he had shown
Davie but full on hard, fast deep sex. He was thrusting
so hard and I was pushing back to meet him. Our bodies
slapped together with every stroke. It was so violent it
couldn't last long. One final plunge and Paul was
motionless, his cock as deep inside as it was possible to
be and I felt again that warm flow of his juice within
me. I was still enjoying the moment when I felt Davie
tugging on my dick. He slid beneath me in a 69 position
and wanked me off. I took hold of him at he same time. In
seconds I shot my load all over Davie's neck and chest
and he quickly came too. I lowered my head and licked his
young dick clean then we all collapsed in a heap on the
bed.

Needless to say this is now a regular thing. Paul never
takes it but he loves to fuck both me and Davie. I love
to fuck Davie too. It is so good fill him with my spunk
then lay back on the bed and  hug him close. Before too
long I will let him fuck me too.