Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2009 06:21:55 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Truck Stop Brother, Part Three" by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

"How's your flu or whatever it was?"

Patrick smiled broadly as he answered.  "I guess it was one of those six
hour viruses, I feel great and raring to go.  Too bad it's too late now to
go down to you know where."

"Yeah," I said non-committal.

He gave me a long look.  "I called your pal Wally and he said he hadn't
seen you tonight."  Then he fixed me with a long stare from his blue eyes.
"You bin down there at the Stop.  What happened?"

I couldn't hold it back any longer.  I flashed the fifty dollar bill and
blurted out.  I got this for fucking a young guy."

Patrick didn't seem angry.  He just asked what the guy's name was.  "I
might know him," he said.

I told him "Jeff."

"Oh, the young dude who works there.  Yeah, he'd hot and thinks about
gettin' his ass plowed as often as he can.  I planted my flag in him about
six months ago and he's after me all the time.  Did he know we wuz
brothers?"

"I don't think so."

"You probably did good if he paid you so much.  I never got more than
forty."

Then Patrick got a crafty look on his face.  "You know brother, you could
really make lots of bread if you become a really great top man, but to do
that, you have to know how a bottom boi feels.  I can do that for you."

"Whoa brother, you suggestin' I give up my tender young ass to you?"

"Exactly.  Now just lay back on the edge of the bed with your legs on the
floor and do as I tell you."

"Whoa and double whoa Patty, I don't aim to get corn holed tonight, in fact
never."

That stopped him a minute.  Then he rubbed his chin and said, "Okay, I can
understand that.  Suppose we just try out the lead in, no fucking
least-ways until you ask me to."

"That'll never happen, but if you want to play around, I'm willin'"

"Okay, now lift your legs and hold them under the knees so as I can get in
there to do some playing.  No fucking."

As soon as my legs were up in the air, Patrick's tone changed.  He began
romancing me, and I am a sucker for attention, a pig for compliments.  I
get all squishy when my handsome brother does it, especially.  Then he
said, as he rubbed my legs and feet.  "You sure have the finest looking
legs in the Western Hemisphere.  No hair, just nice muscles and shape.
Those feet are outstanding too.  Lift your legs higher," his tone changing
and becoming more demanding.

I did as he asked.  My ass was on display for him.  I felt girlie doing it.
Then he reached for my chest.  That was a surprise.  He began gently
passing his big brother hands over my nipples.  I never felt anything like
that before.  My nipples hardened up stiff and the feeling shot right to my
cock that rose up in need.

Through my narrowed eyes I saw the fucker smiling as though he just won the
first poker hand.  But before I could return to my senses he reached, with
his other hand, for my pucker, then he started that sweet talking that wuz
like a drug to me.  "What an ass!  Perfect shaped halves.  No hair.  Smooth
silky skin and that hole I can see now, it's all pushing out like it wants
attention.  Okay sweet boy cunt, let me pet you a bit.  Oh, he likes that,
he's kissing my hand."

Then he looked at me.  "What's up little brother.  You okay, you're huffing
and puffing like a steam engine.  You want me to stop my petting down
there?"

I let my held breath expel loudly.  "You shit head, you know I love this
attention."

"Well, because you convinced me, I'm goin' make you feel even better."

He put his middle finger in my mouth.  "Make believe it's a prick and suck
it a bit."

I sucked hard.

"Hey, you can't get spooge outta a finger.  Leggo."

He took that wet slippery finger and started moving it all around my pucker
rim.  It felt strange.  I felt my hole open up wide.  I gasped, "Pat, I
feel all feathery inside.  Is that alright."

"Feathery is good.  Now just feel this."

He slipped his finger inside and he found something I never knew I had.  He
stroked it and I lifted my legs higher.  I had turned into a greedy ass
man.  "More," I groaned.

He laughed, "You think my prick would do a better job?"

"Try it," I croaked.

"I will, only cause you are my dear brother, the brother I love."

He immediately stood up and leaned against my upturned ass and put the head
of his cock at my hole.  I stopped breathing in fear and anticipation.  He
just stayed there.

"Go ahead Pat, do me."

"Okay, just because you asked.  I'm a generous brother."

Then in one swoop he pushed in and buried his whole cock in me until his
ginger colored pubes were against my tender ass.  I let out a loud "Whoop."
Tears came to my eyes.

"Too much for you little brother?"

"Shut up and fuck me.  No more talk."

I watched his face.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was twisted up in
concentration.  Then his hydraulics went into action.  His hips found a
fucking beat and his fat cock slipped back and forth titillating my
prostate.  He was dripping sweat on to me from his effort and pretty soon
his long tongue began to loll out of his mouth.  He looked zonked....but
cute.

My organism was knocking on the door.  I put all my will power to try to
hold it off but it was too powerful.  When Patrick shrieked, that was the
end for both of us.  He began hot spurts into my inside and I began
shooting all over my face and chest.  When we were finished, Patrick fell
over me and kissed me hotly, not like a brother.  We were slipping and
sliding over the spooge that was pooled on my chest.  He wiggled around in
it like a kid in a mud puddle and we both laughed with the ridiculousness
of it all.

"Hey kiddo, both your talent to be a fucker and a fuckee, a sucker and a
suckee and my great good looks and talent, we can make a fortune.  You are
a versatile...the hottest money making thing there is.  I am thinking we'll
have the dough to put a down payment on a Corvette."

I mumbled something.

"What?" Patrick asked.

"Can it be red?"

He kissed me again.  "Sure"

End