Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 22:23:10 GMT From: D.E. Monet <demonet14@hotmail.com> Subject: "Sweet, Tight, Hot & Willing" (t/t, M/M, incest, anal) SWEET, TIGHT, HOT & WILLING (t/t, M/M, incest, anal) by D.E. Monet Disclaimer: This is the true history of me and my little brother Alex. If you are under 18 or in the company of a minor -- damn, dude -- move on -- read something else. If you are easily offended by teen-teen, man-man sex -- you know you shouldn't be here. Exit, stage left. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I fucked my little brother Alex for the first time when I was 15 and he was 13. We were never shy about showing each other our bodies. Not that we did it on purpose. But, you know, growing up in a house where we were the only two kids, there were plenty of opportunities for dangling our dicks around -- playing little tickle games in the shower -- grabbing a little feel here and there -- wrestling -- goofing off -- brother stuff. No big deal. But one night, he came to my room when our parents were gone for the weekend, and all our little experiments were absolutely blown away by the pure, animal lust of the first actual orgasmic sexual encounter we had together. For the first time, it was sex, not just goofing off. For the first time, I fucked his sweet, pretty ass, and I discovered he liked it...a lot...and I knew it would lead to a lifetime of brotherly adventures...all 100% true...and the kind I've never written about until now. That first time we did it, I don't even know how it started. He came up to my room, and we were watching "T.J. And The Ant" on Channel 11. T.J. stood for "television jockey" -- you know, like "disc jockey," only on TV -- and "ANT" stood for "All Night Theater." The TJ dude used to run these lame B-movies -- all horror -- all stupid -- and he'd pop in between the commercials to do his thing, joke around, pass the night, whatever. It was the only night of the week Channel 11 was on 24-hours a day. Otherwise, they played the Star Spangled Banner at midnight and shuffled off to fuckin' Buffalo. Anyway, this particularly Friday night, I remember, he was sitting on my floor wearing these really lame-looking Superman pajamas. He was only 13, then...so I guess dressing up like Superman to go to sleep was a big thing. He had this t-shirt with the big "S" on the front -- and these cute little undies that were all red, with a yellow waistband. His little dick was all bunched up and cozy in there. Every once in a while, he'd rub it or scratch it with his cute little hand. He didn't know I was watching him, but I sure was. At 15, I was ready to fuck anything with a hole, male or female, at the first hint of willingness. I was all boy. All hormones. "Hey, Squirt," I said during a commercial. "How big's your dick these days?" I really wanted to see it. The more I watched him rub it and scratch it, the more I wanted him to take it out and play with it for me. I also couldn't help noticing his tight, cute buns. I wondered what it would be like to coat my dick with spit and stick it right up his sweet little hole. Like I said, I was 15, and ready for anything. "Nothing too great," he shrugged. "Just a regular dick." "Let's see it," I grinned. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, pulled off his underwear, and stood up in front of me, completely naked. I took a look at his cute little package and nodded my approval. "Not bad," I said. "Want me to suck it for you?" He looked shy for a second, but quickly realized what I was offering. "Dude," he grinned. "It's all yours." I reached forward and locked my hands on his ass, pulling him toward me on the bed. I kneaded his cute, white butt cheeks as I slipped my lips over the shaft of his hot little dick and took the whole thing in my mouth...swallowing and gulping the length of his 4-inch shaft. Every once in a while I stopped and looked up to catch the look on his face. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. He liked having his dick sucked. He liked it a lot. "Take your pants off," he grunted. "I wanna do yours, too." I didn't argue at all. I stripped out of my clothes and pulled him down on the bed so we could start 69'ing. His little mouth on my cock was the hottest thing I ever felt. If I live to be two-hundred years old, I don't think I'll ever have a blowjob as good as that one was. I was so eager to have my dick sucked, and there was my little brother, all smiles, all eager, ready to service me like no one else has, even to this day. I bucked my hips and pushed my cock as deep into his throat as I could get it. He moaned his approval, taking it as deep as he could -- gagging a little, as my six-inch shaft buried itself deep in his vocal chords. Reaching behind him, I spread his butt cheeks and began working a finger into his sweet, hot asshole. Stopping a few times to lube it up with spit, before I knew it, I had one...two...then almost three fingers into his ass before he begged me to slow down. "It kinda hurts," he moaned. "Just do two." So, I slowed my pace and gave him two fingers. He was tight and hot, and as I twisted my fingers in and out of his sweet, tiny hole, I felt him push back against my hand, begging me to go deeper, wanting me to twist and prod against his tiny prostate, sending him into waves of hot, eager pleasure. "You wanna get fucked, don't you, little brother?" He didn't say anything. Just moaned. Just twisted a little and spread his legs for me. I got up from the 69, and scooted myself up on the bed. He lifted his legs over his head, held them up with his hands, and pointed his sweet, cute asshole at me. I spit on my cock and put the head right against his rosebud. "You're gonna like this, sweet boy," I winked at him. "You're gonna like this fucker a LOT." He closed his eyes and nodded. I pushed forward quickly, and buried the full length of my hot burning shaft all the way into his sweet, little boy asshole. My eyes still open, I saw him bite his lip in pain, but he didn't yell out. He only pushed up against me with his hips, begging me to take him harder. So, I did. I shoved my long fuckstick in and out of his tender, young ass -- grunting and groaning -- squeezing his sweet, young cheeks, until finally, I erupted with jet after jet of hot, steaming sperm -- shoving my love liquid so far into his ass cavern it made him shake. "You like that, don't you?" I panted. "Fuck yes," he moaned. "That was so fucking hot." With that orgasm, years and years of sexual play with my brother had officially begun. --------------------------------------------------------------------- We fucked a lot, growing up. We got so good at it, it was almost like instinct. He knew when I wanted it, and he was perfectly willing to serve me. We could pop one off in five minutes, while our parents were downstairs, fighting over the bills. He'd just lower his pants, I'd suck his dick a little, and then I'd fuck him until we both saw stars. It wasn't just one-sided. I let him fuck me a few times, too...although neither one of us ever really liked it that way...he never came...he just grunted and pushed in and out of me. The only way he'd come is if I'd suck him off and stick my fingers up his ass. He was definitely the preferred bottom in our adventures. And I was definitely the top. We grew up normally, more or less. We both found our way into useless relationships with a bunch of dumb girls, still fucking each other all the way through our late teens. What we had was special. It went beyond explanation or logic or normality. No matter what was going on in the "outside" of our lives, we continued to share awesome sex together, anytime we were alone and on our own, which was often. He liked it when I talked dirty to him when I was fucking him. He talked dirty back. He still does. That's one of the coolest things about the times we have together. No matter how normal and "sane" we are in our regular relationships, when we get together, all the barriers come down -- all the bullshit stops -- and we just fuck like raw, lustful animals -- we say what we want to say -- we do what we need to do -- it's so fucking fulfilling it makes my heart hurt. --------------------------------------------------------------------- We both got married -- about two years apart. I married this horrible, frigid bitch named Lisa -- he married this bossy, fat chick named Laura. I guess we both felt obligated to do the whole marriage thing. All of our friends were doing it. I guess the peer pressure laid its heavy hand upon us and we marched dutifully down the fucking aisle. We lived in the same town -- 30 and 28 by this time. In the intervening years, we still kept up our incestuous relationship -- pleasuring each other whenever we could find the time -- when our wives were at work -- on "boys-only" camping trips out in the woods -- believe me, we found plenty of excuses to get together and do it to our hearts' content. It was great. It was simply a part of our lives that neither one of us was willing to let go. There was never any question of whether it was right or wrong, moral or immoral, sick or straight. It was just the way we were. We cherished it. We didn't want to let it go. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I divorced Lisa in the summer of 90. That was the first year I went online, and met a guy, and discovered, much to my own personal angst, that fuck yeah, I was legitimately gay...not just experimenting all these years...and because I'd just recently turned 30, there was no way I was going to wake up someday at 40, living a fucking heterosexual lie. I dropped her like yesterday's shit. So, when Alex came over -- for the last time -- knowing I was moving away to live with this guy I met over the internet -- knowing we'd be a thousand miles apart from now on -- it was a sad parting. We both knew something magical was truly ending here -- an era -- a moment in our history -- so we knew we had to make it count -- and count, big time. We stretched out naked on my bed -- I was packing up my apartment -- so the bed was practically the only thing left -- and we fondled each other lazily. I enjoyed the feel of his stiff, thin cock in my hand. It hadn't changed much since his teen years. It was still long and thin and hard as a rock at the slightest touch. In 15 years, I'd loved that cock -- tasted it -- gulped it -- held it -- took it up my ass -- it was as much mine as it was his. It was part of my fucking history. We 69'ed -- we watched dirty movies -- we jacked each other -- we got so hard we both wanted to scream. And then before it was all over, I laid him down on his back and stuck it inside of him, slow-dicking him with long, loving strokes -- listening to him moan -- watching his closed eyes and the look of contentment on his sweet lips. I leaned down and kissed him. Our tongues met in a swirl of sweet fire and passion. Nothing I've ever tasted before felt so right, so final, so desperate. We were both crying, as I fucked him so sweetly that last time before I moved away. "Thank you for growing up with me," I cried softly. "You're welcome," he whispered, as I plunged into him, filling his sweet, tight ass with my loving, burning, hottest seed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The last time we got together, I was 34 and he was 32. I was home for Christmas, so was he. My mom already knew I was gay. She had a hard time adjusting, but she'd finally accepted it. She had no idea Alex and I had been sharing an entire lifetime of sex. For all she knew, he was still happily married, hetero, and "normal." I was the black sheep. He was still her baby. Anyway, we were both home for Christmas -- supposedly sleeping in separate rooms -- and the minute we saw each other, the electricity was overwhelming. God, Mom, I thought. Go to bed, all right? I need to fuck my brother. NOW! We sat at the kitchen table, catching up, making chit-chat -- until finally, thank god, Mom got tired and called it a night. Without even speaking it out loud, Alex knew just what I needed. He led me out onto Mom's back porch -- I lit up a cigarette -- Mom wouldn't let us smoke in the house -- and before I had two drags down, he was unzipping my pants, pulling them down, and wrapping his sweet lips around my hard, eager cock. He deep-throated me so fine, I thought I'd die. I was happily partnered, very sexually fulfilled -- but the reality of my little brother taking my dick down his throat like he'd done so many times throughout our history was carrying me away on waves of ecstasy I never knew I was missing. Pacing ourselves, being quiet, making sure Mom was asleep, we made our way to the guest bedroom and locked the door behind us. Our clothes were off in a matter of seconds. Furiously, not caring what noises we made, we sucked each other frantically, our hands and fingers all over each other -- our cocks buried deep within each other's throats. I reached up to the dresser and pulled Mom's hand lotion from where it sat. I lubed up my straining dick and Alex kissed my neck, sitting on it quickly -- wanting to feel the hot, horny length of my thick fuck-tool all the way inside his intestines. I made him cry out as I pushed it into him. He bounced on me wildly -- scratching my back and begging me for more. "I wish you could fuck me all the time!" he groaned. I answered by shoving it into him full-hilt, delighting as his eyes glazed over, and he lost himself in the animal moment. I rolled him over and pushed his legs over his head. I deep-dicked him with long, sure, strokes. He stroked himself and moaned. We both came at the same time -- his hot load shooting all over his young, firm stomach, as I unleashed powerful jets of sticky, wet semen, way down deep in his bowels. We kissed and twisted and sucked each other's tongues as our dicks softened and his ass-muscles clenched around my hot, twitching meat. "I'll always love you," he moaned, tears coming out of his eyes. I licked them away and kissed his sweet forehead. "I know," I whispered. "I'll never love anyone like you, Alex." --------------------------------------------------------------------- That was our last time together. We'll be together again in August. I'll let you know what happens. I know it'll be good. I know it'll be love. --------------------------------------------------------------------- THE END