Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1999 19:02:37 +1030
From: R Coxwell <rcoxwell@sacbeemail.com>
Subject: BabyBro-1

The following story contains depictions of unsafe sex acts.  That's only
because this ain't real-life; this story is to help you get your rocks off.
The writer in no way endorses unsafe sex and encourages all readers to wear
a condom and engage in other safer-sex practices, and ONLY safer-sex
practices, when getting it on with people they haven't been fucking
exclusively since their last HIV test. This story also contains graphic
depictions of sex between brothers.  If this turns you on, start beatin'
that meat!  If you find this offensive, fuck off and go back to your
Christian Coalition meeting.  Comments to RCoxwell@sacbeemail.com - I wanna
know if it got you off!  Good wanking.

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BABY BROTHER - CHAPTER 1

I have a baby brother.  When our parents split up, we ended up being raised
separately, all the way across the country.  He grew up with our father; I
grew up with our mother.  He grew up in Chicago; I grew up in L.A.  I grew
up in a nice West L.A. suburb and stayed out of trouble; he ran with gangs.
I'm older; he's younger by a few years.

I'm taller, darker-haired, built OK, although a little soft from too much
time shuffling papers; I spent time interning at Paramount while I went to
film school at USC, and after I graduated, I found that my student movie
portfolio wasn't much to impress anyone.  But I did have a knack for the
business side of show business, and I ended up working for one of the big
production companies as a very junior bean counter.  I'm 24 now.

Sean is short, strawberry-blond and blue-eyed, very engaging, very
outgoing, very insecure deep down.  His muscled body is covered with little
scars, a tattoo here and there.  Fight scars, knife scars, scars from
screwdrivers and broken bottles and such.  For all that, he's genuinely
cute, like a sawed-off, roughened-up Matt Damon.  In fact, except for the
rough-trade battle scars and his slight stockiness, he'd totally be my
type.  I have almost all the Bel Ami vids; I adore twinks.  I hadn't seen
Sean for years, except in school pics he'd send.  I'd look at them and go,
God, he's cute ... feel the lust begin to rise in me ... and immediately
suppress it.  It just felt wrong to have those feelings for guys at all,
especially my own brother.

I became more comfortable with my sexuality while in college.  I dated; I
even had a relationship or two, but nothing really lasted.  I was too
fixated on my work.  Every now and then I'd hear from Sean.  He always
claimed things were great ... until he called me from jail needing bail
money.  Turned out he and a few gang buddies had started a very profitable
car-theft ring, eventually turning over the actual thefts to more stupid
kids.  Eventually one of them got caught and squealed.  That caper, he
squeezed out of; he'd still been under 18, while his partners were adults,
and he got juvie time and probation after.  But he knew he needed to make
some changes.

So he came to live with me.  I had a condo in Studio City, and I had an
extra bedroom, and I was between boyfriends.  There was room.  We found him
a job, he learned his way around L.A., and when I dumped the old 300ZX I
had through college for a new car, I passed it along to him and he had
wheels.

Sean liked to party, which was OK, as long as I knew he was safe.  In a
week he toked his way through my whole stash of weed, which pissed me off,
but it's meant to be smoked, isn't it?  He loved club-hopping, and
immediately figured out where all the hot spots were.  He even liked West
Hollywood - "one thing I learned a long time ago," he told me, "is faggots
always know how to party" - but I begged off going with him there.  He
didn't know it wasn't that I had a problem with gay guys, it was that I
didn't want to risk running into someone I knew while I was with him.

I was finding that my latent desire for him was becoming a problem for me
again.  He liked to lie on his bed, listening to CDs on an old Discman with
the headphones over his ears, in nothing but his boxers, or maybe a T-shirt
sometimes.  I'd look at his hard little body, his creamy white skin, his
hard biceps and pecs (and yeah, his soft little tummy), his hairy legs, and
I'd find myself instantly hard.  Sometimes I'd wait to get in the shower or
go to bed to beat off; other times I had to go to my room and do it right
there.  I'd imagine looking into his eyes with that cocky grin on his face
while I fucked his ass.  I knew it was sick and kinky.  But I couldn't help
myself.  I just wanted to keep him from knowing.

But after awhile, Sean figured it out.  Like my secrecy if I was going on a
date, or the lockouts I put on my computer so he couldn't go browsing
through my porn stash and my gay URLs while he was unsupervised.  It
bothered him.  He'd ask me, "why can't you just trust me?"  And I didn't
have any good answer.

Finally he confronted me.  "Look, I know you don't want me to think my big
brother is gay.  It doesn't matter to me, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."  He waited a second.  "I ... I've been with a guy before.  So I
really can't judge you."

I remembered him telling me before, that when he was running with Cedric
and Terry, they were both gay, it was no big deal.  "And Cedric used to
tell me ... his one fantasy was to fuck a little blue-eyed white boy."

"Once you told me you were running with a black guy whose fantasy was to
fuck a little blue-eyed boy.  Was that it?  Did you let him?"

Sean looked away, out my window.

"Come on.  You want me to tell you the truth, you gotta give too."

"OK.  Yeah.  Yeah, I did.  I took it up the ass from a black guy.  You
happy now?"

I tried to imagine what it must've been like for him.  He filled in the
details without my asking.

"We were so high it wasn't even funny.  We were living in a high-rise
apartment and we were doing so much coke, all the time, it was some shit.
And this day we were so high I coulda jumped out the window and flew.  And
Cedric says, man, me so horny.  Me so hawwwwwwww-ny.  He loved saying that.
He says, I always wanted to fuck a little blond-and-blue white boy, and
here you are, and you straight, and I can't fuck you.  Can I?

"And I'm starting to wonder what it'd be like to have this big, built
nigger give it to me, and I'm feeling my asshole pucker, and he puts his
hand on my thigh.  It's like he sensed it from me.

"And I give him this total fuck-me look - I mean, man, right then I WANTED
it, so bad - and I lean over and kiss him on the mouth.  He slides his
tongue between my lips and we start making out.  His hands are all over me,
rubbing me, rubbing my nipples, my dick through my pants, opening my
shirt. Now he's opening my pants up.  I'm totally getting off on this.
He's reaching into my underwear and he's holding, fondling, my dick in his
hand.  I'm so hard I just want to scream.  I'm holding his head against my
chest while he sucks my nipples and runs his other hand over my abs, it
feels so good, and by now he's pumping my dick."

I realized my own cock was rock-hard and jutting in my fly.  I rearranged
myself so he wouldn't notice.

"He pulls off my pants and my shorts and he lays me on my back.  He bends
back my legs and he starts eating me out.  Tonguing my asshole.  At first
it kinda tickled and I was all squirming and shit and I was laughing and
trying to get him off me.  Then I start getting into it.  His smooth head -
he was shaved clean - is sliding back and forth across the hair on my
thighs and it just feels soooooo good.  His tongue's so wet and warm and my
hole is so hot.  He's trying real hard to get inside me, and his mouth's
just all over my hole, pushing and digging away.  I'm moaning and throwing
my head back and forth and I can feel my dick leaking all over my stomach.
I'm rubbing his head like a magic lamp, pushing him deeper into me,
watching his big black bare shoulder muscles work back and forth while he
tongue-fucks me.  He starts licking my asscheeks, sucking on them, licking
them, before he goes back to workin' on my hole.  He pulls off my socks and
he's stroking the bottoms of my feet, my legs, while he tongues me, just
totally turning me on, cramming his tongue inside my hole and eating me.
Pretty soon I just want to blow all over the place.

"Right about then he pulls offa me and just looks at me and I know what he
wants.  I realize his Tommy jeans are around his ankles and he's holding
this huge nigger dick dripping all over.  I feel this string of precum
falling slowly onto my leg, it's so hot and sticky it feels like it's
burnin' me.

"His dick was just massive, maybe ten inches long, thick, uncut.  I'm
watching it twitch right there in front of my eyes, even grow a little on
me.  He's holding it in his hand, it's filling his hand, and he's looking
at me, and I know even if I say no to him he'd take me anyway.

"I lean back my head on the pillow and hook a foot over his shoulder.  He
spreads my ass with his hands, not gentle, not too rough.  He rubs his
cockhead in my crack.  His juice is so hot and slick and he's so wet he
lubes me up that way.  He's got a jar of Vaseline on the dresser and he
scoops some out and fingers me with two fingers, and that feels real good
too.

"I wanted him to wear a raincoat" - Sean's way of saying put on a condom -
"but no way.  The head's sticking out from his foreskin, it's kinda blue
kinda pink, not just black.  He starts working that head inside me.  It
fuckin' HURTS.  I mean, I've been through so much shit, been in so many
fights, pain ain't that big a deal to me anymore.  And this hurts worse
than most shit I've been through.  I yell.  I try to push him off, but he
just puts one hand down on my chest - Ceedee had huge hands, and he was
maybe six-three, six-four, two-fifty, all muscle - and just pushes me back
down.  Like twice my size.  Meanwhile he's working that cockhead round and
round my asshole, kinda pushing on it, trying to grind it into me.  It goes
a little bit but I'm so tight, even after the rimjob and all the precum
he's leakin' all over me, it don't wanna go in.  Finally he just gets tired
of fuckin' around with it and pushes it in.

"I fuckin' SCREAMED.  I had tears rollin' down my face it hurt so bad.
Meanwhile he's not stopping.  His cockhead is so huge, it feels like a
red-hot cannonball up my ass.  And he keeps on pushing the rest of it
inside me.  This dick, you have no idea how huge this thing was.  And hard
and swelling up and just pushing its way inside me.  He just keeps pushing
it into me, inch by inch.  My ass is burning.  I'm sure he's tearing me
apart inside.  This shaft is so thick I couldn't get my hands around it,
and it's going inside me and my ass is just locked around it, I can't even
let go of it to keep my ass from getting torn up.  Cedric is getting off on
how tight I am, he closes his eyes and tilts back his head and just moans.

"Finally it stops and I feel his balls snuggling up against my cheeks and I
know he's all the way in.  Now even my guts are aching, it's like his dick
rearranged everything inside me, and not real good either.  My ass hurts so
bad, and not only that, it's just locked around all that meat.  I'm just
lying there waiting for him to start pounding me.

"Then he leans down, still all the way in, and he really gently kisses me
on the mouth.  It's like he wanted me to know he wasn't really trying to
hurt me, like he's just funnin'.

" 'You a great piece of ass, baby,' he tells me.

"Then he straightens out again and starts kinda wiggling his hips a little,
with his whole dick still inside me.  And that don't hurt so bad.  I
realize in the back of my head what he's trying to do, he's trying to
loosen me up.  And it DOES!  After awhile I loosen up and it feels better.
My asshole's still biting down on him, but I'm controlling it.  And all of
a sudden I realize how good ten inches a' blacksnake can feel inside a
little white boy's ass."

I caught myself about to rub myself through my pants.  My cock was
rock-hard.  I'd arranged myself so it wasn't too noticeable, but getting
caught playing with myself while my brother told me about getting fucked
would've been hard to explain.

"He puts one hand on my hip and the other on the leg I've got hooked over
his shoulder and pulls me into him.  Then he starts thrusting from the
hips, slow, but hard.  It feels like a train drivin' up my ass.  I grab
onto the edge of the bed and hang on. Now I'm moanin', 'cause it feels
GOOD.  He tore up my ass just enough to make it burn a little when he went
in and outta me, but even that was feelin' nice.  He's drivin' that ten
inches all the way in and outta me, over and over, slow, but gettin' faster
now.  I'm screamin' again, but good.  I'm beggin' him to fuck me harder.
Now he takes my other foot and hooks it over his shoulder and grabs my
ankles to pull me to him harder and starts bangin' me real hard, pounding
me with his hips.  The whole bed's rockin' and squeakin'.  It's fuckin'
INTENSE.

"I'm concentratin' on the sensations goin' through my asshole as that big
black dick just fucks me senseless.  My whole body's feelin' it.  The
feeling is just shootin' through my body every time he drives that big dick
home.  It's like a body orgasm.  It's better than anything I ever felt when
I was with a chick.  I'm not even jackin' myself off or nothin'.  My dick
is just leakin' precum all over my chest.  My eyes are rolling back inside
my head, I'm so out of it.  I'm just riding out this cock-storm, getting my
brains fucked out.  He's still hammering away on my ass and I'm lovin' it
and not wantin' it to stop.

"All of a sudden I feel it from nowhere and I can't help it.  I yell and I
feel my hole just bite HARD on Cedric's pole and he knows what's coming and
speeds up the pounding he's giving me.  I'm screaming oh God, oh
GOOOOODDDDD and I start cumming my brains out.  I throw my first load
across my chest, over one nipple.  The next one hits me in the mouth, over
my chin, the next one hits the headboard behind me.  I shoot over and over
again while Cedric balls me, all over my chest, my shoulders, even on his
chest.  Finally I'm spent and I just lie there totally limp, covered in my
own jism.

"I'm just out of it ... kinda watchin' this one rope of my cum I shot up on
Cedric slowly run down his chest, then drip back on me, while he fucks me.
He's still pounding my ass hard.  It feels different now, I feel looser,
and he feels it.  It's still fuckin' awesome.

"Come on baby ... come on bitch ... tighten up again for me."  He slaps my
asscheeks until they sting a little bit, which was kinda nice actually.
After a couple of minutes my hole starts grabbing onto his big dick again
and I start feeling it run through my body.  I stop hanging onto the bed
and grab onto Cedric's ass.  It's so hard and smooth and round, he has a
gorgeous ass.  I could feel him shake under my hands, I knew he liked it.
I reach around and slide one finger between his cheeks.  He closes his eyes
like he's just waiting for me to finger him.  So I do, I push my long
finger inside him.  He closes his eyes and breathes out.  His ass is biting
down on me the way I'm biting down on his huge dick.  I start
finger-fucking him.  He's lovin' it and he's still poundin' my ass, even
harder, my head's bangin' into the headboard now.  He's breathin' real
heavy and I knew he's almost there.

" 'I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, I'm gonna cum ....'

" 'Not in my ass, man,' I tell him, 'it ain't safe.'

" 'Fine, bitch', he says.  He just pulls it outta me.  I feel this wet pop
and all of a sudden I'm hurtin' real bad.  He sits on my chest, right in
all my cum, and sticks his big-ass nigger dick in my face and starts
jerkin' it.  I try to move my head but he grabs me by the hair with his
other hand and holds me there so all I can do is stare at this huge uncut
black dick he's beatin' right in my face about to shoot a load.  He's
startin' to breathe in shorter and shorter breaths while he beats it and I
know he's about to cum.  I'm watchin' him run his hand back and forth on
that black dick - man, it was so thick and long - and he screams and I see
a pearl of cum on the tip and then he shoots this massive load in my eye.
With him holding me by the hair he shoots over and over again all over my
face.  He shoots huge hot salty loads in my mouth, across my cheeks,
actually up my nose - I'm like, breathin' in cum here - across my forehead,
in my hair, everywhere, until my face is just covered in thick hot
nigger-cum.  When he's done he shakes his cock like he's tryin' to shake
the last drops onto me.  I just stick out my tongue and lick it off him and
suck that big slick head clean.

"I didn't even realize it but I shot again while he was cumming on me, I
shot on the back of his ass where he was sitting on me.

"He rolled over and collapsed next to me.  We were both really spent.  Then
he very gently picked me up and carried me, carried me off to the shower
and cleaned me up.

"And that's my experience with another man."

"Okay," I said.  What else could I say?

"But you're not gay, right?"

"I, I ...." I wasn't sure how to answer him ....

Sean slid a small, nail-bitten hand across my thigh, over my stiff crotch.
"Then why are you wet?" he asked, rubbing the precum-soaked cotton and the
rock-hard cock underneath it.

Obviously I hadn't covered it up well enough.  Or had I ever wanted to?

TO BE CONTINUED