Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 06:49:08 -0800
From: Boy Mercury X <boymercuryx@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Win Win' {Boy Mercury X} (BB inc)

This story is an entirely fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving
consensual sexual relations between related persons, in this case brothers.

Copyright me, 2017.

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WIN/WIN by Boy Mercury X


1.

This is what you need to know about Giovanni Pasquale

One: He's 20, and lives at home with me, his brother, and our mother.  He
talks about moving out, but never does.  He's kind of a Guido, with the
shittiest taste in everything, including his stupid diamond earring big as
a doorknob.  He can't manage almost anything, including his girlfriends and
their drama.  He got two of them pregnant, and neither is an Einstein but
they were both smart enough to get abortions instead of making a baby be
born with Gio as a father.

Two: He does some things well.  He's a natural athlete, amazing at baseball
when he wants to be.  That's what everyone says anyway, I'm not such an
expert.  So he's in good shape even though he has no discipline at all.  He
eats like a fucking horse.  He gets along with guys in a totally easy
effortless way, even our asshole father.  Shit just rolls off his back,
y'know?

Three: I spent a summer sucking his cock.

Since I was old enough to jerk off I had a thing for Gio.  He's always so
fucking horny, and trying to get with girls for as long as I can remember.
His browser history was my entree into porno, and I loved seeing what he
got off to. And like I said, he is always in shape. Not like bodybuilder
shape or anything, but his proportions are just right, with nice flat abs
and a great chest with nice pointy nipples just begging to be sucked on.

He's only a little hairy on top, but what's there he shaves it like it's
religion, except for his pits, which are black nests that dovetail into his
biceps.  A lot of girls say he's cute, but mostly I see his hawk nose and
his too groomed hair.  But he does have a nice shape to his face, and a
cute mouth.  But it's really more the body that does it for me, and his
fucking OCD about getting laid.

As his brother I see more of him than anyone.  Unless it's cold he mostly
has no use for shirts. I see his cock a lot in the bathroom we share, but I
can't say I ever saw it hard before the last year.  And he has a
good-looking ass too, nicely curved, smooth as cream and just as white.

If you think it's gross that I'm into my brother that way, there's not much
I can say.  Gio's around me all the time, half naked and built and, like a
living sex bomb, and I happen to be susceptible to that shit.  I'm into
guys, duh, and even though I shoot my mouth off with people I know well,
I'm super shy with anyone new, and I'm sixteen, which means I don't have
any fucking outlets but my hand. So sue me, I'm only human.

How did Gio end up hot, dumb and full of cum while I ended up with social
anxiety, good grades and the urge to suck cock?  Luck of the fucking draw,
man.  I figure being born a homo saved me.  You might look at this
unsatisfactory situation and think Gio got the better deal.  But being gay
kept me apart, kind of, from a bunch of loser kids my age.  And I'm not
going to get some girl pregnant and spend my life on a shit job paying for
a kid I didn't even want.  I'm going to college and getting a decent job
where I get vacations and a hot boyfriend.  And I sure as hell am not
getting into a fight with another douchenozzle about some skank girl, and
ending up on house arrest with a motherfucking ankle bracelet.  Nice going,
Gio, you fucking stupe.


2.

Ma is a manager and hostess at a nice restaurant, and I mean really nice.
So nice that Gio doesn't even get why anyone pays those prices because it's
"not even classy", which means it's not gaudy enough for him.  So Ma's not
around most nights, just me and Gio making the place testosterone city.

When Ma's out we eat watching TV, burp and fart and whatever.  Half the
time one of us has his hand on his dick, because why not, sometimes your
hand just wants something to do.  I don't mean jacking it, you fucking
perv, I just mean at rest.

One night, a while before the house arrest thing, we were watching Game of
Thrones marathon together because we both liked the action.  There's boobs
for Gio, and Jon Snow.  Gio asked which princess I thought was hotter, the
redhead or the blonde with the twisted smile.  I told him neither was a
princess, and he just said "you know what I mean," which I did. Gio does
not sweat the details.

"That show is hot," he said, "but fucked up for that brother and sister to
be doing it."

"Yeah, you look like you're real upset about it," I replied, nodding my
head to where he had his hand down his sweats.

"Whatever, man," he scoffed.  "Callie thinks she's pregnant and won't fuck
till she knows for sure, so I'm horny."

"Pregnant?  Fuck, Gio, use a condom.  Ma's gonna' go crazy."

"I can't get off with a condom," he said, "Besides she's hardly event
pregnant, so why not fuck?  The baby's not gonna' care."

"Man," I said, "You have a one track mind.  What about oral?"  I mimicked
jerking a cock into an open mouth.

"With Callie?"

"No, with me, dumbshit." I had my own hand down my shorts too, from Gio
talking about his fucking sex life.

"She don't even wanna' see me till she knows if she's pregnant," he said.

I guess thinking about his thick baby making sperm made me bold, so just
like that I said I would suck his dick.  He called me a retard, but I said
it again, and said I'd just suck it a little.  I was giving my own a dick a
nice slow stroke then, so maybe he took me more serious.

So what the fuck, I got down on the ground in front of him on the couch,
and pulled back his sweats so his dong could pop out.  Must have felt good
to stand up like that, because Gio didn't stop me yet.

I know in these stories it's always the biggest monster dick anyone ever
saw, like it's cockzilla or something.  That wasn't Gio, but it was pretty
big, bigger than I expected, and it had a nice smooth curve like a banana
or something.  It was pretty uniformly thick but got smaller at the head.

I gave it a few slow strokes, just to get the feel, because this was the
first dick I ever had in my hand but mine. I licked it some, which was
nice, and then put my mouth on it. In my mouth the head of his dick was
like a warm hard cherry, and I kind of sucked on it, and then went further
down.  It was fucking weird that first time, having someone else's body in
my mouth.

I was bobbing my head on it, but it not like you think it's gonna' be, like
*Jesus lord I swallowed the whole thing down to the grizzly pubes*.  That's
some fucking fantasy.  Instead you're like, *Jesus lord, I'm gonna gag and
I'm not even half way down*.  So I tried harder and I did gag, like a
fucking jerk.

Gio pushed me off then, and said I was stupid and went to his bedroom to
finish himself off. I didn't take but a stroke or two for me to jizz right
there in the living room, with Game of Thrones playing in the background,
weirdest fucking jackoff soundtrack ever.


3.

Callie was pregnant it turned out, which made number two if he was keeping
a checklist of trashy girls he made a baby with.  Number two abortion too,
thank God for the Planned Parenthood.  Callie's Ma told our Ma and you
should have seen the yelling.  She bought a big box of condoms and threw it
at Gio.  That made me wanna' laugh, but I kept my own mouth shut because I
didn't need no drama with either of them. I got SATs and shit to worry
about.

I got to thinking about Gio looked good, and I'm his brother and supposed
to be made of the same genes and stuff, so I thought maybe I could get to
looking good and get my own honey with a hot body and a nice smile.

I looked at myself in the mirror, which I do not like, because I feel like
a fucking stick figure.  But I tried to see like if I was looking at
someone else, and I thought maybe not so bad. Skinny and flat as a rail,
but all the right parts, not a pig's tail or nothing.  I was getting more
hairy than Gio, with some on my chest and stomach and a lot on my legs.  If
I flexed I could see some muscles in my arms, and I figured I'd work on
that.  Nothing to do about the face -- a lot like Gio's but thinner, same
family nose (thanks Ma), same black hair too, but I never know what the
fuck to do with it. Gio, I swear to God, must spend two hours a day on his
hair, and I'm the one who's supposed to be the fag.

I started doing push-ups and used Gio's dumbells, and after a few weeks I
thought my arms looked better.  Honest, anyone else would still see
stickboy, but I felt like I won the fucking Nobel Prize for Biceps.

Early in the year Gio really fucks up big time, and gets in a fight with
another asshole, like Battle of the Douchebags, over stupid fucking Callie,
and how she's a skank or not a skank, or whatever.  I don't understand
straight guys and their shit about girls, cause they all want `em to be
skanks, but also virgins.  I still want to fuck them so bad, straight guys,
but I don't understand them to save my life.  So maybe that's how gay guys
are fucked up, just like how straight guys are fucked up about girls,
right?

Anyway, Gio gets into a fight, and things get violent and the police get
called. There's charges, and court.  Thank God for two things, one it's
Gio's first offense, two Ma makes Dad call his cousin Charlie who's in the
highway patrol to get Gio off.  Cousin Charlie says he's highway patrol, so
he has no say in this, but Ma makes Dad nag him.  So whatever, cousin
Charlie does whatever cops do behind the scenes, and Gio gets five months
house arrest, no jail.  Ma is home during days, and I'm the night warden,
and just in case Gio gets the ankle thing clamped on by the court so he
can't be out causing trouble.

And that's how we arrive at us spending the summer together, and he can't
go do the things he normally does, and Ma layed down the law, no fucking
girls in her house because she doesn't want to hear about another abortion
because her dumbass son can't put a rubber on his thing, and none of his
shit for degenerate friends over either.  She made Gio swear to God on her
life, and to kiss her crucifix.  Then she told me to swear the same that I
wouldn't let his hos or bros over at night, and I said Ma I'm an atheist,
and she said don't talk stupid, so I swore to God and kissed the crucifix
and that was that.


4.

Maybe you heard of some men in prison use their incarceration to learn law
and become attorneys or scholars.  Real inspiring.  Gio was not one of them
kind of guys.

Gio did what other guys do in prison, the ones who don't become lawyers.
He's more the kind that needs lawyers.  He worked out, watched TV and
tanned in Ma's little back yard where she grows her good tomatoes, not the
flavorless shitty ones you get at the grocery store.

As the days went on he prowled the house like a pissed off tiger at the
zoo.  "This is bullshit" I must have heard 500 times.  Also "They can't do
this, this is solitary confinement, that's illegal."

I pointed out to shit-for-brains that the fact he was telling me, another
person, as we sat there together eating cereal, that he was in solitary
confinement was by definition not possible.  He just said "By definition
fuck off."  Not exactly the Lincoln Douglas debates in my house, but Gio's
got his own style.

My thing for Gio was really getting to me.  He was always hot, but now he
was around all the time, and working out, walking around with his pumped up
muscles and his track pants where you can see the shape of his dick.
Worse, I'm there in the prime of my life, teenage testosterone pumping in
my blood like liquid Viagara, and not another homo I know to fucking sin
with.

Maybe if I had hobbies or friends to get out with I would have some other
guy to think about, but that summer, every night and every day, Gio was the
only game in town.

Weekends were hardest for him to be trapped at home with only me for
company.  After a few he asked me to go to the store and get him some
beers.  I reminded him I'm not legal to buy, and I don't have a fake ID
because my boring-as-fuck lifestyle does not call for one.

He told me to use his fake ID, so I asked who that was gonna' fool, but he
said his photo was a little old when he was skinnier and it could be me
easy.  He showed it to me, and Gio was right for a change, it looked a lot
like me.

I told him I didn't know we looked that alike and he replied "Duh, stupe.
We're brothers."

So I told him I'd do it, but wanted something in return, which was to blow
him.  Even when he told me to get the fuck out, I stayed firm with my
offer. BJs for beers.

"You did that once," he said, "and no offense but not the best I ever had."

"So what," I said, "you can tell me what to do better. You can watch a
porno while I do it, tell me how you want it, I don't give a shit.  "

"You turning into a cocksucker?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I'm just horny, and you're horny, so what the
fuck.  Win win."

"Get the beers first," he said.  "I'm gonna' want to be buzzed."


5.

We promised no skanks and no douchebags, but we never promised no beers.
Ma must have been losing her game to not include drinks in her list where
she made us swear on her life.  By this point she usually figured out what
we'd get into before we knew ourselves.  But maybe she figured Gio couldn't
get out of the house for booze, and figured I never would.

I have bad enough social anxiety just buying regular shit in the store, I
would have been a fucking wreck using a fake ID.  But all I could think
about was getting in Gio's pants. His sweats, anyway.  So fuck Paxil, the
promise of getting some nut is maybe all I needed after all.

Gio had one beer and started another, and we got to it.  We went to his
room, and he watched a porno on his shitty computer, and used earbuds thank
God, so I didn't have to listen to some cheap whore's fake screams.
Straight guys are so fucking dumb.

He stroked his dick under his sweats, and when he got it nice and hard he
pulled it out. Last time we did this was so fast and I didn't know what
would happen, but this time Gio had his porno and his beer, and he couldn't
even hear me, so I took my time.

I licked his cock and sucked on his balls, swirling them in my mouth.  I
practiced going down on from underneath, and from the side. When he started
leaking precum I got a little crazed and going down on him hard, pushing my
gag reflex.  I was so excited about Gio's precum I didn't care about
anything anymore.  The whole house could have burn down around us and I'd
still be there on his boner.

Then Gio just said That's enough, and shoved me back hard on my ass.  He
worked his dick, all slicked up from spit and his precum, and I spat in my
hand to do the same. He huffed and puffed and blew his load, so I did too.

After Gio went to the bathroom it was like nothing happened.  I had this
stupid feeling, like I really wanted to hug him or something.  See, dick
will fuck you up if you let it.

Saturdays were worst for Gio, because he knew his crew was out partying.
So it became our regular party night.  I'd go out for beers with his fake
ID, we'd watch some TV, then Gio would bust out some porn and I would get
him to bust a nut.  Then I'd round up the beer bottles and caps, walk them
down the street and dump them in a neighbor's trash before Ma got home.

I got carried away sometimes about "party night" because first off I was
getting cock, and secondly I never went to parties because of my social
anxiety thing, so it was this really cool thing for me.  Gio told me to be
chill, so I kept that shit to myself and stopped talking about "party
night" out loud, but I looked forward to it all week every week.

The first time Gio came in my mouth I almost snorted his jizz out my nose,
I fucking swear. I loved how his cock was already so big and hard, but
right before he came it chubbed up even more and was so stiff.  The first
time I spat it out I was so surprised, but after that I swallowed all I
could till Gio said to get off his dick, and then I'd stop.

After a couple of months Gio heard from one of his bros that his girl
Callie moved on, hooking up with some other douchebag, which you figure is
gonna' happen.  Party girl ain't gonna wait.  He said he didn't care, but
he was pissed off, you could tell.

"Tell you what," he said, "she is a skank.  I defended that bitch for
nothing."

"You like skanks," I said.  "And skanks like you."

You should know, he said, and I asked what did he mean by that.

Gio leaned at me and said kind of fierce, "Bro, YOU are the biggest
degenerate skank of all."  Then he mock grabbed his dick in his sweats and
said, "I see you looking at this all night, but it ain't your `party
night', is it?"

He made a stupid mean face, and turned to watch the TV. I was feeling bad,
because I didn't put myself in a position where Gio could hurt my feelings
in a long time, and now I got caught.  Sometimes I'm pretty smart,
sometimes not.

"Don't tease me," I said, even though I could feel my social anxiety real
bad, right in my own house with my own brother.

Then he said sorry, and said I could do it if I wanted, even though it was
Wednesday and not our regular party night.  We didn't even have beers.
While he watched TV, I put his soft dick in my mouth and worked it till he
was hard, and all the way till he came in my mouth.  I swallowed it all,
every drop, and Gio didn't care.  Maybe after everything he liked having
someone who wanted him inside them.

We started doing it like that on the regular after that, not just party
nights.

My head game was getting strong.  He maybe didn't mean to, but Gio was
training me up perfect with what he liked.  He never said it with words,
but I got real good at reading his body. I guess that's why he let me do it
more and more often.  I could swallow the whole thing with hardly choking,
and I did that a lot.  Sometimes it wasn't such a big deal, like I'd just
suck it long and slow while he watched TV, not trying to jizz, just feeling
good.

There were some rules though.  There was no kissing mostly, and for sure no
tongues when we did. I couldn't stray too far his cock or balls, even
though I really wanted to.  Once on the sofa during one of the kind of slow
blowjobs I kissed his stomach and latched on to a nipple.  "Get off my
tit," he said after I stayed sucking there for a minute, "you can suck on
my dick if you want to."  So I did.

He never sucked my dick, never jerked it, never thought about it as far as
I could tell.  I did not give a shit. Tragically, Gio's ass was off limits
too.  I tried to finger his hole, but he clamped tight and pulled back from
me.  He didn't say I couldn't do it, but he didn't have to.  His body
language was pretty clear. What the fuck ever, I was getting cock all the
time so I could take some compromise with it.


6.

It seems crazy, but the more I sucked off Gio the easier it was to get
ready for SATs.  Being horny is distracting, but after you nut it's easier
to get focused on other things.  So the more we did our thing together, the
more I could actually concentrate.  Up until the night before I tested.

The truth is I was scared as shit about college.  No one in our family ever
went, and I was making it up on the fly.  We didn't know shit about SATs or
applications, or how do you even pick a college anyway?

The night before the SATs we ordered a pizza and tried to chill out.  I
must have been twitchy because Gio was being nice, and even asked what I
wanted to do after college.  I told him I didn't know, but I thought maybe
be a lawyer.

Gio said maybe he should get his GED, and wanted to know could he get into
college with a GED.

"What for?" I asked, "Like what degree."

"Like business," he answered.

When I asked what kind of business he said "Like with money.  You know,
with a suit and a big ass tie."

I thought about it and said "Maybe like sports business.  You'd be really
good at that."

A few months ago I would have told him he was a dumbass, but now I felt bad
for the guy.  I didn't know what the fuck "sports business" was or if was a
thing at all, but it seemed like he'd like it. So sue me, I had a weak
moment.  I'm just human.

Then I blew him, and came in my own hand while he dumped his cock snot deep
in my throat.


7.

By then Gio's house arrest was almost over.

You'd figure he'd be the happiest motherfucker on the planet. But it was
bugging Gio that I did my SATs and was getting ready to apply to college,
and he had nothing to show for the summer -- unless you count a few dozen
blowjobs.

He told me he wanted a big favor, and it was to take the GED for him.  How
could I even do that, I asked, they must take ID to prove who you are.  But
Gio had it figured out: the fake ID we'd been using for the last few months
for beer.

If we were a different family I'd tell you I refused to take the GED for
him, but offered to coach him and helped him ace it.  But I didn't.
Instead I said I'd do it, but I wanted a big payoff.  I'd take his GED for
him, and in return he'd fuck me in the butt.

At first he said no way, but he eased up when I said I really didn't want
to graduate from high school a virgin. Then he said maybe, but insisted he
would use a condom even though I wanted him raw.

"I don't want to put my dick in, y'know, your turds," he said.

"Are you telling me you never wanted to fuck a girl in the ass?" I asked.

"Well yeah," he said, "but they're girls."

"You do know, don't you, that girls also shit out of their asses, right?
Tell me you know that."

He shrugged. Like I said, Gio does not sweat the details.


8.

So the day after he got out of house arrest I took his GED for him.  Unlike
the SATs I had no stress about the test, just that I would forget I was
supposed to be Gio, like not answering to his name or whatever.  It was the
only test in my life where the only question I worried about was getting
right was my name.

Later at home I made sure to take a shit so Gio wouldn't have to fuck my
turds.  We didn't have no fancy lubes in our house, but I got out some old
Vaseline from Ma's bedroom.  I put on some music, The Weeknd because I
really like that song I Feel It Coming.  Not because it's like "cumming"
you perv, it just makes me feel happy like things are going to be okay.

We got in Gio's bed and he worked up a boner and put on a condom, one of
the ones Ma threw at him that time. He was all about the business, not
looking me in the face too much, pushing my stupid skinny legs back and
then holding them with one arm, while he started to work his dick in me.
Fuck he looked good.

It felt like I was taking the world's biggest dump but it wasn't killing
me.  A lot of guys act like it hurts so much, maybe like it makes them seem
more straight or more virgin, but not me.  I hate to sound like an old
whore with an open window for an ass, but took it pretty easy at first, and
maybe this is my one physical thing I'm good at.

"Does it hurt," he asked, "like your organs?"

"Your
dick's not in my organs," I answered and spread my butt cheeks with my
hands to try to take him deeper.

So Gio holds my legs back and starts going to town, not super fast, but he
starts fucking with these long slow strokes.  I kind of wanted him to go
slower because I'm still figuring it out, but I didn't want him to stop for
nothing. I was all twisted up like a stick figure on a sign about don't
fall down the stairs, but like everything physical he does Gio was so
smooth and I guess beautiful.

He got faster and harder and it was getting harder to take, not my hole
like you think it will be, but deep inside because it felt really good and
I didn't feel so much control like I usually do, almost like panic, so I
told him to slow down and he did. And he leaned in on top of me and I liked
that a lot.  I liked it so much I didn't care about SATs or school, and
without even meaning to I said "Gio, nut in me."

"I can't with a rubber on," he said, and I just said please.

He pulled out of me, and I felt super empty and like I could cry.  But he
snapped off the condom and smear his dick with Vaseline, then wiped his
hand and said "Turn over."

I got on my belly, and he got up on me and slid his dick back in me, no
condom or nothing.  And I don't understand how something you could never
have before could be so important, but when he took his dick out of me it
felt like the worst thing ever, and when he got back in was the best.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, and he just said "It's not putting pussy out
of business."

But he liked it okay enough to start fucking, and I don't want to sound
like I'm a dog or something but it was even better for me like that on my
belly.  Like I wished I could look at Gio, but was sliding in and almost
out perfect, and deeper than on my back. He dropped all his weight on me
hard and was grinding in, and I shoved a greasy hand between me and the bed
to rub my own dick.

He grabbed the edge of the mattress around my head and pumped so hard and
fast, and I was trying to say his name to tell him to slow down, but then
he was shoving up in me with everything, and his dick felt like it got even
bigger and he was nutting and pumping his jizz in me.  He pumped a few more
times and then was just breathing hard, and pulled out of me, done.

I flipped around on my back and jerked my dick like crazy, and Gio stayed
there with me and even made little kisses on my face while I finished off,
no tongues but still, and then I jizzed too, harder than ever in my life,
right there with Gio.

"You okay?" he asked, and I could see how sweaty he was from working me
over.  I put my hand on my belly and said I think something was wrong, and
he got all concerned.  But then I said "Gio, you got me pregnant!"

So he smacked my head with his open hand and said, "Get the fuck out, you
fucking retard."

I watched him walk away to the bathroom, which his beautiful back and
perfect white ass, and thought how I wished a little that he really had
knocked me up.


9.

Gio's prison was my palace that summer.  But all palaces are temporary
palaces.

Like guys in real prison who take up with other guys there but go back to
girls when they get out, Gio was back to his old ways with his asshole
crew.  No more "party nights" with me, just his bros and hos.

I aced my SATs and applied to colleges.  Did you know you have to pay just
to fucking apply?  And you don't get no refund for your application if you
don't get in.  Whatever.  How is a guy supposed to get ahead?

In my freshman year at college, Ma let me know Gio got another girl
pregnant, and this one stuck.  I thought she would kick him out, but she
sounded happy about a baby coming, which didn't make no sense at all.

So Gio turned 22 with a fake GED I took for him, and now he's going to be a
dad.  I guess I didn't see no career as a sports businessman in his future
any time soon.  Ah Gio, you stupid fucking fuck.

I didn't linger on it too long.  I had school work, and a work study job
too, so I didn't have too much time to worry about my shit back home. Plus
I got a boyfriend, Keith.  He's a nerd like me, and has red hair, pubes
all.  And yes we have sex all the time, and we both do everything, which is
what you call versatile.

Can you believe it?  What kind of fucking name is Keith?  But he's real
sweet to me, and his parents are real nice. They're super regular, like a
TV family, with a nice house where there's no fake IDs, no house arrests
and no blowjob bargain for beers.

They don't live too far from college so we spend the night there every few
weeks to do laundry and eat like pigs. They let us share a bed when we
spend the night, because that is how fucking classy they are, they are even
okay with a homo son and his bigger homo boyfriend.  What a world.

Sometimes at night in bed in his parents' house he'll snuggle up behind me,
like that spoon thing. If I'm awake I'll think about how we can live like
this, and have careers and a nice life and a house with no drama and maybe
adopt some kids.  I'll feel him next to me and think about how perfect it
is, and how lucky I am to have Keith.  But every now I remember that in my
secret heart of hearts I'm just a degenerate skank, and wish he was Gio
instead.


THE END