Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 15:35:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: HIDING FROM MY BROTHER 1

Disclaimer: This is just a story. It didn't happen to anyone I know
of. That's not to say it didn't happen, because there's nothing new on the
face of the earth. It's just that I wasn't privy to it if it did. This
story is about two males who do things to each other that a lot of people
think is sick or perverted. But since I'm a sick pervert myself, I'm able
to think these things up.

Now, you can do one of two things - either get the fuck out of here and
don't read it or read it for yourself and run the risk of getting off on
the things that are going to happen and end up a sick pervert
yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you!

HIDING FROM MY BROTHER

Part 1

By RimPig (c) 2002

"Danny, where are you?!"

I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was late. Very late. Probably
past midnight. I could hear my brother calling me from down in the main
part of the barn. He hadn't worked his way up to the loft where I was
hidden behind a wall of hay bales. I didn't want him to find me. I didn't
want to ever see him again. I didn't want to see his face.

I knew that my life was over. All I could expect now was ridicule and
shame. I couldn't believe it had gotten to this point. I only needed to
wait until he stopped looking for me and went to bed and then I'd leave and
never come back. I knew what Tim knew about me and I'm sure he would tell
our parents. That would be the end. I wouldn't even have to leave, they'd
throw me out. 16 years old and on my own. No friends, no family and no
place to go.

This had all started two years ago. I was 14 and just beginning to discover
things about myself and my body. I was starting to sprout hair under my
arms and around my cock. And my cock!  The damned thing seemed to stay hard
24/7!

Our farmhouse was small, built by my grandfather. It only had two bedrooms
because he and grandma only had one child, my Dad. That meant that Tim and
I shared a room. I knew that Tim did stuff with his cock, stroking it and
such. I'd seen him do it hundreds of times while pretending to be
asleep. But one night, he caught me watching him. I thought he was going to
be really mad, but instead, he asked me if I did it too? I told him I
didn't even know what 'it' was.

He told me to come over to his bed and he'd teach me. I got up and
approached his bed and saw his covers pulled down and his hard cock
standing up from his hard, muscular abs. I'd seen it from my bed, but this
close it really looked big! And there was something else. This 'earthy'
scent which I realized was my brother's sweaty body. I could smell his pits
and his crotch and the scent made my already hard cock throb with blood and
spit out a glob of cock-snot which caused a wet spot to appear on the front
of my tented-out white briefs.

"Fuck, looks like you need to learn how to do this bad, l'il bro!" Tim
laughed at my aroused state.

Looking at Tim's body was enough to send anybody into pure animal rut! At
16 he was already almost six feet tall with very dark, almost black hair
and the most beautiful crystal blue eyes you've ever seen. His body was
beautifully muscled, not from working out, but from all the hard work on
the farm that he did every day. He had lots of hair in his pits and around
his cock but it was the small trail of curly hairs leading down from his
navel to his crotch that drove me wild. I'd been looking at Tim more and
more lately and every time I did, I got a boner!

"Come on, lay down on the bed next to me." Tim said, scooting over and
making room for me.  "Take off your underwear first, though."

I was shy about Tim seeing my erection. I wasn't nearly as big as him. I
had measured it and it barely reached six inches. Tim's was a lot bigger
and thicker than mine. But, I slipped down my briefs and got onto the bed
next to him.

"Now this is called jacking off. Some guys call it jerking or other names
and it has a 'real' name which is masturbation. But nobody but grownups
ever call it that. Near as I can tell, all guys do it.  Dad told me that
guys do it all their lives. Even he does it, so there's nothing to be
ashamed of."  he told me.

"Dad told you that!" I was astounded.

"Yeah, about the time I was your age. He gave me that 'birds and the bees'
talk about where babies come from and all that shit. I already knew about
it, but I didn't want to tell him. Anyway, he told me about jacking off and
how that was better than getting a girl pregnant." Tim informed me.

"Yeah, I don't want to get no girl pregnant!" I said. Just the thought of
being around girls made me slightly sick to my stomach.

"Yeah, bro! Like what girl are you going to get pregnant?" Tim laughed and
I laughed with him.

"Well, maybe someday." I lied.

"Yeah, maybe someday for both of us!" he said and I got the feeling he
didn't like girls any better than I did, but how I knew that I couldn't
tell. "Anyway, grab your cock and do what I do."

He started stroking his hard cock up and down with his hand. I watched as
the hood of flesh which covered his cockhead slipped up and down, covering
and uncovering the purplish, wet- looking head of his cock. I tried to
follow his example, but I was awkward at it. Suddenly, I felt his hand push
mine away from my cock and his hand grasped it and began stroking me.

I couldn't believe this! My own brother was jacking me off! And it felt so
good!!! I started moaning at the intense feelings he was giving me as I
watched his hand sliding my foreskin up and down and the pressure of his
grip as he massaged my cock. I was leaking cock-honey like crazy and it was
flowing out of the head of my cock, down the shaft and over my big
brother's hand.

I don't know what caused me to do it, but I reached over and grasped my
brother's cock just the way he had mine and began stroking it with the same
rhythm and grip that I could feel him using on my cock. It was the most
wonderful feeling to find his warm, hard cock in my hand. It was so hard
and yet the outside skin was just like velvet. I loved the feel of it in my
hand. I also loved the smell that was coming from the smegma built up under
the heads of both of our unwashed cocks.  That, and the cock-snot from my
brother's cock which was now flowing down over my own hand.

"Yeah, keep that up, bro. Just like that! I'm gonna cum soon! How about
you?" he asked.

"What's cum?" I asked.

"You ain't never shot a load before?" he asked, almost incredulous at my
admission.

"Not that I know of." I said, suddenly ashamed, like it was wrong not to
'shoot a load'.

"Fuck, bro! No wonder you're so fucking horny! Just wait, it's gonna start
feeling really intense soon and then cum is gonna start shooting outa your
cock." Tim told me.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"Fuck, no! It's the best feeling in the entire world, bro!" he said.

At this, his stroking of my cock began to pick up speed. I followed his
example with my hand on his cock. His breathing started getting deep and
quick and the muscles in his abdomen began to clench and suddenly he
started moaning really loud.

"Fuck! I'm gonna shoot, bro! Don't stop. Keep pumpin' my cock! Oh, yeah!
Fuck, yeah! That's right, babe! Right there! I'm gonna CUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!"

And with this, white liquid started shooting outa the top of his cock and
covered his chest and stomach. Some of it even flew over onto my arm and
chest. I kept stroking his cock and it must have shot at least eight or
nine times. Finally, Tim began to relax and he reached down with his other
hand and stopped my hand from stroking him any more. I took my hand off his
softening cock.

I was in a sexual daze. Nothing I had ever seen had excited me more than to
feel, hear and see my brother get off. Without even thinking, I brought my
hand to my mouth and started licking off all the cum and cock-snot that was
there. Tim watched me do it, but didn't say anything until I was done.

"How'd it taste, bro?" he asked me.

I looked at him in surprise and then lowered my head. I didn't realize he
had watched me eat his spunk.

"It was good." I mumbled, almost under my breath. "It was salty but sweet."

"Yeah, I know. I eat my cum all the time. That why I don't have to wipe it
up on anything." Tim told me.

And putting words to actions, he began scooping up all the white jism that
covered his chest and abs and sucking it off his hand. Well! If Tim did it,
then it was ok. Because if there was one thing I knew - Tim was 'Cool'. Tim
was the 'coolest' guy I knew. And not just because he was my brother,
either! Tim was way the most popular guy in school.

"Well, now we need to get you off, bro!" Tim said, his hand beginning to
stroke my hardon again.

I began moaning almost immediately. I was so hot from watching Tim cum that
it only took a few strokes for the rush of feelings to hit me! I felt like
I was going to pass out. It felt like there were electrical currents
flowing through my body. It was a feeling so intense that I almost couldn't
stand it! I started begging Tim to stop, telling him I couldn't take
anymore. He just told me to hold on and it would all be ok.

My orgasm, as I learned to call it later, seemed to start in my balls and
move up into my cock until all of a sudden, I was almost screaming and
shooting white stuff out of my cock, just like Tim had done! He was right!
It was the most incredible feeling in the world! Nothing, absolutely
nothing in my life had ever felt this good! And sharing it with Tim just
made things even better somehow. I finally knew what it meant to shoot
because I my whole chest and stomach was covered with the white stuff that
I saw shoot out of my cock just like Tim's.

As I came down from the 'high' of my first orgasm, I watched Tim scoop up
some of my cum and bring it to his mouth to taste.

"Sweet, bro! Real sweet!" he said, lovingly.

Then his hand returned to my body and began to scoop up more of the cum
which he brought on his fingers to my mouth. I licked my first load from my
brother's fingers. It was such an incredibly intimate an act. I will never
forget it, as long as I live.

I went back to my own bed and we went to sleep. We never really talked
about what had happened between us that night. Tim didn't seem like he
wanted to discuss it and I was too scared to bring it up. But every night,
we lay in our own beds and jacked off. I really wanted to be in his.  I
really wanted to feel his cock in my hand again, but he never invited me.

Over time, I began to figure out the truth about myself. I was 'gay'. Well,
actually, to everybody else in that fucking high school, I would have been
'queer' or a 'faggot'. But I never let anybody know how I felt. I just sort
of became invisible there. I wasn't a jock like my big brother. I was small
for my age. Dad said I took after my mother's side of the family because my
hair was light brown and my eyes were green. I was only five foot seven
inches tall and only weighed 135 pounds. My body was slender but I was
wiry. My body was hard from all the work on the farm, but I didn't have the
bulging muscles that Tim did. He and my Dad were both very muscular guys
and I felt like a pygmy beside them.

Actually, finding out I was gay was the least of my problems. Finding out I
was in love with Tim was the worst! That's right, sick as it sounds, I was
in love with my own brother. But you have to understand, we weren't like
most brothers. We never fought. I had idolized Tim from the time I could
toddle around and find him. And he had always been protective of me. I
remember when I was real little and would get scared of the dark or of
monsters in the closet or under the bed, it was Tim's bed I headed for to
be safe. And he would wrap his arms around me and I would go back to sleep,
secure in his strong arms.

As we grew up, we stayed close and we didn't seem to have the 'sibling
rivalry' that our friends did. We didn't try to get each other in trouble
or tattle on each other. We didn't seem to need our parents approval so
much as each others. I had loved my brother all my life. But now, that love
had changed. It had deepened and it was far more passionate.

>From conversations I overheard from other boys at school, I'd heard what
'queers' do with each other. I learned about 'blow-jobs' and 'corn-holing'
and I wanted more than anything to do those things with Tim. Above all, I
wanted Tim to hold me in his arms and kiss me. For hours. But I never let
him know any of this.

I also started to discover some things that were really super turn-on's for
me. From the night that Tim taught me how to jack off, the thing I
remembered most, other than the orgasm and the feel of his cock, was his
scent. Strong, masculine, pungent! A scent that got my balls all in an
uproar and my cock hard and dripping anytime Tim was near enough to me for
me to smell it.

Tim would always get up early and run. I loved this because it means he
came back all hot and sweaty, reeking of his masculine odor. I could smell
him from across our shared room as I lay in bed, my cock hard against my
belly. What I really wanted was to lick the sweat and scent from his body,
but he took a shower instead while I quickly pounded out a load with the
scent of his still in the air of our room.

Sometimes, when he went out to run, I would jump over into his bed and wrap
myself in his bedclothes and bliss out on Tim's scent there. But, best of
all, I loved going into his closet when he wasn't there and rummaging
through his gym bag until I found his jock. I don't think he ever washed
it. At least it hadn't been washed often. I would hold the cup to my face
and breathe deeply of the scents I found there - dried piss, pre-cum and
even cum. I would move my nose down until it was at the bottom point of the
pouch, where the leg straps connected to it and the point that rested near
his ass. The scent there was darker, stronger and it drove me into a jack
off frenzy standing there in the closet and shooting my load onto the
floor.

I was definitely into the smells of my brother's body. Even my own scents
began to turn me on. I learned in biology class about pheromone and how the
males body has special scent glands in his pits and in his crotch that
produce them. They were meant to be to attract a mate for sex and
procreation. Well, I didn't want to 'procreate' but I sure was attracted to
those scents and they sure made me want to have sex.

But I kept all of this well hid from my brother, Tim. I knew he'd hate me,
probably beat the shit out of me, if he found out what a little pervert I
really was. There was no way I could ever see Tim accepting the fact that
not only was his brother a 'fag', not only was his brother a pervert who
got off on the rank mansmells of his body, but that his own brother was
also deeply, incestuously in love with him!

The yearning for him burned in me like a hot flame. No matter how many
loads I pounded out to calm my cum-filled balls, no matter how many times I
tried to stay away from his worn jock or underwear, not matter what I did,
I just couldn't seem to get over him! I guess, deep down inside, I didn't
want to. I loved him more than life itself and there didn't seem to be
anything, short of killing myself, I could do to stop loving him.

What I did instead, looking back on it, was incredibly stupid! I started
writing down my feelings and my fantasies in a diary which I kept under the
mattress on my bed. I didn't think that Tim knew about it. I never wrote in
it while he was around. And it did give me some relief to put down on those
pages all the things that I was feeling, all the things I wanted to tell
him and knew I never could. I had this really tragic idea in the back of my
head that if something happened and I died - a sudden illness or accident
or something - the diary would be there to tell him how I really felt about
him. The diary could tell him all the things I couldn't bring myself to
tell him while I was alive.

And I thought my secret was safe. Until today.

This was an unusual day anyway. My mother had gotten a call from her sister
who lived about 300 miles away. He sister had fallen and broken her hip and
needed mother's help for a while.  Dad was going to drive her there, spend
about three or four days helping out and then come home. So when they left
after breakfast, Tim and I were alone for four days.

School had just let out a week before so Tim and I were pretty much on our
own to do what we wanted to do. We did our chores and things that Dad told
us needed doing and then I decided I would go take a walk down by the
creek. Tim said he had some things he needed to do at home so I went off
without him. I guess I was gone a couple of hours and when I returned home,
I found the washer and dryer running. I guess Tim decided to do some
laundry.

I couldn't find Tim so I headed up to our room. I figured he might be
napping so I carefully went up the stairs without making any noise so that
I didn't wake him. I went quietly down the hall and just when our room came
into view through the door, I saw Tim. He wasn't asleep. He was sitting on
the side of his bed with the sheets ripped off and laying on the floor like
he was stripping the beds to wash the sheets and pillow cases. In his hand
was something I could easily recognize. It was my diary! Tim was reading my
diary!

My heart dropped into my stomach and my stomach into my shoes! Oh, my God!
Now he'd know everything! He'd know that I was gay, and worse, what a
fucking pervert I was!!! How much I wanted to have sex with him. And worst
of all, how much I loved him.

I didn't know what to do, I backed quietly away from the door and down the
hall. I went down the stairs without a sound and out into the yard. I knew
I had to hide. I knew I had to get away, but I needed some things before I
left. I figured if I just waited until Tim was asleep, I could sneak back
in the house and grab what I could and get out. I knew there was no way
that I could stay here now. I figured that Tim would pound me to a pulp if
he could find me because of what he was going to read in that diary! Not
that he'd ever done anything like that before, but he never knew he had a
pervert for a brother who was in love with him before, either!

Oh! That fucking diary! What the fuck had been in my fucking brain! Why did
I think that I could get away with keeping it hidden! It was my own
stupidity that landed me here, hiding in the loft of the barn. Afraid to
even breathe.

I could hear Tim down below, searching through the whole barn. It sounded
like he was making a really thorough search. I began to think that perhaps
my hiding place wasn't as secure as I thought it was. Perhaps I could jump
down out of the big window where we brought hay into the loft. But I
remembered it was more than two stories up and there was concrete below. I
had a really good chance of at least breaking a leg, if not my neck. And
then where would I be?

I heard Tim climbing the ladder to the loft. I could hear each step on the
ladder bringing him closer and closer to my hiding place. I could see the
dim light of the lantern in his hand. I held my breath, afraid to make even
that much sound. Then I heard Tim speak again.

"Danny, are you up here? Danny, please, bro! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to
find your book. I didn't know what it was. I thought maybe it was some kind
of porno the way you had it hidden!  Please, bro! Please come out. We
really need to talk." he said.

Yeah! Right! Like what did we have to talk about! How disgusted and ashamed
Tim was because his brother was a fag?!

"Bro, we really need to talk. I know how you feel. I really do! You
see...I've never been able to tell you but...I feel the same way about
you." he said.

What was that?!! What did he say?! My brother said he felt the same way
about me?! But he read the diary! How could he say that! Unless....no! It
just couldn't be. He couldn't be gay, too!

I heard him sit down on a bale of hay. In fact, it was one of the bales in
the pile I was hiding under. Then I heard something I never expected to
hear. At first, I didn't know what it was. It was a sound I'd certainly
never heard before. But the more I listened, the more I knew. It was Tim -
crying! My big strong, jock brother - captain of the high school wrestling
team - was crying! Now, I may be a lot of things, but a hard-hearted shit
is NOT one of them. I wasn't about to let my bro just sit there and cry
like that.

I crawled out from under the hay bales and walked around to where Tim was
sitting in an old pair of gym shorts and running shoes and nothing else,
his hands covering his face, weeping. I put out my hand and touched his
bare, sweaty shoulder. He looked up and I could see his tear-stained
face. He looked at me and then reached out both hands and pulled me into
his arms, hugging me tightly with his head resting on my abdomen.

I reached down and held his head in my hands and stroked his hair and his
bare, sweaty back.

"Don't cry, Tim. Please don't cry because of me. I'm not worth it, bro." I
said, all of the misery and shame I felt about myself coming out.

Tim reared back and grabbed me by my arms and started shaking me!

"Don't you ever say that! Don't you ever fucking say that again! You're
worth more to me than anything in the fucking world! I love you, don't you
get it?!" he screamed at me.

I stood there in shock! Tim loved me? No! That couldn't be right. He must
mean he loves me as a brother. That's all. Maybe he loves me enough to
forgive me for being queer and being in love with him. He couldn't mean
what I wanted him to mean.

But he evidently did, because the next thing I knew, Tim stood up, wrapped
his arms around me and brought his lips to mine in a hard, passionate
kiss. I felt his tongue pushing against my lips, demanding entry and I
opened my mouth to allow it. His tongue bore into my mouth and he began to
taste the inside if it. My own tongue rubbed against his and I began to
moan uncontrollably. My cock went from soft to hard and dripping sometime
during the kiss and I could feel Tim's hard shaft pressing against mine. My
arms, now free, reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck while we
stood there, locked in each other's kiss for what seemed hours but was
probably only minutes.

Finally Tim broke the kiss.

"I love you, bro! I've always loved you. I had no idea you felt the same
way about me. I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I really didn't mean
to. But I'm not sorry I read your diary. I'm not sorry I found out how you
feel about me. I've been so scared for so long that you'd find out about
me!" he said.

"Oh, God! Tim! I love you so much! But you know that, don't you. You've
read my diary." I said, my head falling forward to rest on his muscular
chest.

"Yes, I did read it. All of it. Did you mean everything you wrote in there,
bro? Do you really want to do all those things in there with me?" he asked,
his chin resting on the top of my head.

"Yes." I said quietly. "All of them and a lot more. I was afraid to even
write some of the stuff down on paper."

"Fuck, bro! Just what you wrote was so HOT! I can't imagine what you didn't
write down!" he grinned. "But whatever it is, I'm willing to try it with
you!"

"You mean that?!" I said.

"Fuck, yeah! Bro, I've wanted to have sex with you for so long! Ever since
the night I taught you how to jack off!" he said.

"But you never went any farther. You never even asked me back into your bed
to jack off together again." I said.

"I couldn't, bro! I was too afraid of making you gay, like me! I was afraid
I'd turn you that way because you always idolized me and wanted to be like
me. I couldn't do that, bro! You had to find your own way. Can you
understand that?" he asked, his eyes gentle with deep love for me.

"Yeah, I guess so. But it sure would have made things a lot easier if you'd
just taken me to bed and made love to me." I told him.

"You're right. So that's exactly what I'm going to do now!" he said as he
dragged me to the ladder to get down from the hay loft.

He climbed down first and I climbed down behind him but I never made it all
the way down.  Before I could make it all the way down the ladder, Tim
grabbed me and before I knew it, I was being carried in his arms towards
the house. I couldn't believe how strong he was! He carried me like I
weighed nothing. And I couldn't believe how safe and secure I felt in his
arms. My most impossible dreams were coming true. My brother was as in love
with me as I was in love with him!

He carried me into the house, up the stairs and into our bedroom where he
put me gently down on the bed. He reached down and started to pull off my
t-shirt. I raised my hands and let him pull it from my body. Then he leaned
down and began unbuttoning my cut-offs. He dragged them down my legs and
off my body, stopping to pull my running shoes off. Then he reached down
and began to massage my cock through my white briefs. I already had a huge
wet spot where I was leaking cock-honey and his massaging hand just my cock
belch out more.

I reached up and grabbed his arm.

"Please stop! I'm so close and I don't want to cum yet!" I begged.

"And I don't want you to cum yet, bro!" Tim smiled down at me.

I learned up on one arm and pulled down on his gym shorts. I had to see his
cock, his balls, his beautiful ass. I wanted him naked and I wanted him
naked NOW! But under the gym shorts, Tim was wearing a jock. And one that
obviously hadn't been washed in a very long time - if ever. The white jock
was actually a dark tan and the aroma of it was strong and pungent. I moved
my face forward as if drawn by a magnet and buried my face in the webbed
pouch and breathed deeply of his scent. The musk, the raw odor of dried
piss, sweat, musk and cum assaulted my nose and bore into my fevered
brain. I moaned as my tongue came out and tasted the funk of his
supporter. I couldn't stop myself! The stink was too delicious to pull away
from.

Tim evidently approved because I could feel his hand on the back of my head
gently pushing my nose deeper into his pouch.

"Yeah, bro! Sniff my raunchy jock! Get off on my stink! You like that don't
you?" he asked.

I pulled back just far enough to look up his body to his eyes.

"I don't like it - I LOVE IT!" I swore to him.

He gently pushed my face back against his hard, jock-covered cock and
ground his hips so that the stinking pouch was rubbed all over my face.

"Yeah, bro! Get off of my stink! Snort really good, bro! Get all that jock
stink up your nose 'cause I'm gonna give you all my stink to eat - just
like you wanted in your diary." he said.

So he HAD read those parts as well! I had been snorting his sweaty
underwear and jock for a long time, getting off on them while I
jacked-off. I wrote about how much I wanted to taste his body while it was
sweaty and raunchy like his jock. I had let my imagination run wild with
what I wanted to do to him. I wondered if he'd read that far and whether he
was willing to live out all my fantasies.

Tim finally pushed me back on the bed and pulled down his jock and stepped
out of it. Rather than throw it on the floor, he handed it to me.

"Here, bro! Sniff on it while I explore what you smell and taste like!" he
said, handing me the warm strap.

I pressed the warm pouch to my nose while I watched him lean over and begin
sniffing my own crotch. I watched him bury his nose in my pubes and could
hear him taking deep breaths of my sweaty bush. He then moved down and
began sniffing my balls and then moved to the foot of the bed and climbed
up between my legs. I spread them for his wide shoulders as he brought his
mouth to my balls and began to lick them. I moaned at the velvet feel of
his tongue on my ball-bag and breathed deeper of his fragrant jock.

He spread my legs even farther and began to lick at the sweaty creases
between my thighs and balls. Then I felt him push my legs up and hold them
with his hands. This opened me completely to him. He leaned forward and
licked the patch of skin between my balls and my ass. I continued to huff
his jock and moaned as I felt his mouth move down and suddenly his tongue
dragged itself through my ass trench.

I thought I would go out of my mind! The sensual sparks from my ass were
shooting to my brain and leaving me breathless with stimulation. I couldn't
believe that Tim was doing this to me or that it felt so fucking good! I
had fingered my ass while jacking off, but it didn't even compare with the
feelings that Tim's tongue were causing in my ass! I could feel his lips
gently sucking at my hole and then I felt his tongue begin to dig it's way
into my hole. I tried to relax my hole so that he could penetrate me and
before I knew it, his tongue was fucking in and out of my ass like a small
wet cock.

While I knew about ass fucking, I knew at that moment that I would not be
satisfied until Tim fucked me! I suddenly wanted his cock up my ass so
badly that I began begging.

"Oh, God! Tim! Please fuck me! Fuck my ass! Please, bro! Fuck me with that
beautiful cock of yours!" I begged him.

He looked up from between my legs and grinned at me.

"We'll get to that, bro! I promise. But there's a lot we're going to do
before we get there!" he said.

Oh, my god! I didn't know if I could live through much more! My cock was so
hard that it almost hurt and my balls were so ready to fire out a load of
my hot cum that they were starting to ache.  Tim however was in charge and
he was going to do this his way. I was willing to go along for the ride
because I wanted him so badly.

Tim pulled his face out of my ass and moved up my body until he was laying
on top of me. He kissed me deeply and I could taste my ass and ball-musk on
his mouth. It turned me on to no end!  I wrapped my arms around him and
hugged his sweaty body to mine.

"I love you so much, Tim!" I said, as he broke the kiss and smiled down at
me.

"I love you, Danny! I've waited so long for this! I didn't know if it would
ever happen and now that it is happening, I can hardly believe it." he
swore to me.

"I'm yours, Tim. Any way you want me and for as long as you want me." I
promised him.

"Then we're never getting out of this bed for the rest of our lives!" he
grinned. "I don't want to ever be farther away from you than where I can
reach out and touch you, bro!" he said, dipping his mouth down to kiss the
end of my nose.

"But what happens when Mom and Dad get home?" I asked, afraid of what our
parents would think - or do - if they ever saw us like this or knew how we
felt about each other.

"Nothing. We just keep this to ourselves. After all, we sleep in the same
room. As long as we take a few precautions, they don't ever need to know."
Tim said.

"But how could they NOT know?" I asked.

"Look, bro, we've always gotten along really good, right?"

I nodded.

"And we've always been close, right?"

I nodded again.

"So us being close and getting along is nothing new. It's not like we
always fought like cats and dogs and then suddenly start being nice to each
other! That would raise some questions. But us just being ourselves and
loving each other isn't going to even cause a ripple on a pond." Tim said.

His logic was unassailable by me. I guessed that Tim had done some thinking
about this already.  He certainly seemed to have an answer for
everything. Of course, as we got older, this whole question could become
more difficult. After all, at some point I figured our parents would expect
us to get married. I asked Tim about that.

"Well...I don't know, Danny. Why don't we just let things take their course
for now. Have either Mom or Dad talked to you about when you're going to
get married yet?" he asked.

"No." I replied.

"And they haven't asked me yet, either. And I'm two years older than you
are, remember, l'il bro?" he asked as he tickled me in the sides of my
stomach.

I giggled and pushed against him and suddenly found his mouth against mine
again and all of my questions went right out of my head. Being kissed by
Tim was the most wonderful, sensuous thing in the world. As much as I had
dreamed of him kissing me, the reality of it was far beyond anything I was
capable of dreaming.

"In your diary, you said that the one thing you wanted more than anything
else was for me to kiss you and hold you." Tim said, pulling his lips from
mine but not very far.

"And I meant it. I love being in your arms. I love feeling the strength of
you. I love the scent of you as you hold me. Does that bother you?" I
asked.

"No, bro. It makes me feel so fucking wonderful I don't even have words for
it. There has never been a time in my life that I can remember when I
didn't love you. And knowing how much you loved me and looked up to me
always made me a better man than I think I would have been. But to love you
this way and to know you love me the same makes everything in my life
perfect." Tim said.

I could feel his cock throbbing against my abdomen. My cock was still hard,
but I wasn't as close to cumming as I was. But I knew what I wanted. I
wanted Tim. I wanted his body, to explore, to sniff, to lick and to make
love to.

He let me push him over onto his back and lay there with his arms
outstretched and one around my neck and his legs spread showing me his
beautiful body and hard, eager cock. He was laid out before me like a
smorgasbord and I hardly knew where to start! But after a few moments of
just looking at the masculine beauty that was my brother, I knew exactly
where I had to explore first.

I lay down beside him and shoved my nose directly into his armpit. The dark
hairs were still slightly damp and the heavy, masculine aroma of him rose
in my nose, smokey and pungent. I sniffed deep and long, gathering as much
of his scent as I could. I was getting drunk on his body's odor as I became
lightheaded.

"Yeah, bro! Get off on my pits! Get off on my sweat and stink in those
pits! You've wanted it a long time, now I'm all yours. Take whatever you
want!" Tim moaned.

I reached out with my tongue and began to lave it up and down his armpit,
dampening his hair and tasting the salty maleness there. I even sucked the
skin of his underarm into my mouth and ran my tongue across it, scrubbing
his pits with my tongue, trying to gather every bit of the taste I found
there.

Having done one, I moved across his body and lay down to do the
other. Again, taking his scent deep within my nose for a while and then
thoroughly and completely drenching his pit with my tongue and tasting all
the wonderful muskiness I found there.

>From there, I moved to his muscular chest. His pecs were well defined and
incredibly hard. I licked across them, surprised at the incredibly soft
skin which covered the steel-hardness of them.  I found his tiny nipples
and began to suck and nibble at them with my teeth. He moaned and arched
his body up to meet my eager mouth as I continued to worry at each of his
tiny nipples.

When they were both standing hard and tall, I moved down his body, licking
at the creases in his abs and finally reaching that treasure trail of dark,
curly hairs that ran from his navel to his pubes.  It was that trail that
so turned me on. A trail of mystery leading down to his most intimate and
powerful body region. How often had I stared at it and wanted to follow
that hirsute trail down, down into the hot cauldron of his maleness. And
now was my chance.

I licked down his treasure trail until my nose was buried in the sweaty,
pungent scents of his pubic bush. The dark hairs held such wonderful scents
for me! Sweat, dried piss, and the musky scent of male rut all combined
into a blend of such overwhelming maleness, and yet with a subtle fragrance
that was uniquely Tim. It was a more intense version of the scent that I
knew so well from his jock and his worn underwear which I had been secretly
huffing for two years now. Oh! How well I knew this scent - but never this
strong, never this rich, never this abundant!

Leaving his pubes dripping in my saliva, I moved so that I could get
between his legs. Tim spread them wide to give me access to his balls. I
pushed my nose into his hairy orbs and sucked in as much of his ball-scent
as I could. That wonderful smell of the male scrotum hit my nose and I was
lost in the funk and sweat that had accumulated there. I was instantly
addicted to the smell of my brother's balls. I had smelled my own on my
hand while I jacked off, but sniffing a guy's ball-bag first-hand was a
totally different experience and one that I wanted to repeat over and over
again.

I thrust out my tongue and began to lick all over his sack. Tim began
moaning at the touch of my tongue and spread his legs even wider. I licked
all over his hair nuts and into the creases between them and his thighs. I
moved lower and began licking the back of his nuts and down to the patch of
skin between his balls and the start of his ass trench. The further down I
went, the more intense the scent became. I realized that the scent that was
drawing me so strongly was the scent of his ass. Just as my tongue reached
the start of his butt-crack, Tim drew back his legs and held his thighs in
his hands.

Now, his lightly furred butt was open completely for my inspection. I know
it seems strange to say it, but his ass was the most beautiful sight I
think I'd ever seen in my life! A sparse ring of dark fur surrounded his
hole and the pinkish-brown, wrinkled opening to his body winked in and out
at me. Certainly, part of the whole beauty of it was the intense, dark
scent of sweat, musk and funk that was coming from it. The odor tingled
within my nose and made my cock, buried under me on the bed, belch out a
load of cock-snot at the intense pleasure of the smell.

"Yeah, bro! Smell my fuckin' ass! Get off on the stink of my crack!" Tim
moaned as I continued to run my nose up and down his reeking trench.

All of my brother's body was exciting to me, but this - the most secret and
intimate place on a man's body - was the most exciting of all. I began to
run my tongue up and down the length of his butt and heard him moaning and
cursing as I attacked this most sensitive area. I buried my face in his
butt and brought the lips of my mouth to the lips of his ass and kissed it
gently. It was as intimate a kiss as the ones which Tim had given me with
his mouth. Maybe more so. I locked my lips to his asshole and gently began
to circle it with my tongue. As I did so, I could feel the hole soften and
begin to open. The taste of his hole was incredible! Tangy and dark. I
wanted more of it and knew where I could get it!

I pushed gently against his hole with my tongue and felt his ring give way
and my tongue enter my brother's ass for the first time. Right then and
there I swore that this wouldn't be the last time! It was only the
beginning. My tongue pushed into the soft, wet interior of Tim's body and
the tastes became even more intense - darker, richer. It suddenly hit me -
I was licking the inside of my brother's body! No more intimate act had I
ever had the chance to perform!

I ate at his ass like a starving man, licking and sucking at his hole. I
knew that this was something considered totally nasty but, try as I might,
I just couldn't see it that way! This was the most loving and intimate
pleasure I could give my brother - and myself. No way could I begin to
explain how bonded I felt to Tim by this act. He was giving me complete,
total access to his body - an act of trust and love which blew my mind!

"Fuck, yeah! Eat my hole, bro! Suck at my ass! Shove your tongue all the
way up my fuckin' butt! Eat out my shit-hole! Come on! Get your tongue in
there! Get me wet, bro! I want you to fuck me!" Tim said.

What was that?! What the fuck did he say?! Tim wants ME to fuck HIM?!! Oh,
fuck!!! I couldn't fucking believe my ears! My butch brother was offering
me his hole to fuck!

I looked up from between his legs. Our eyes met and I saw the most
incredibly intense look of pure lust in Tim's eyes.

"You....you...want me to fuck you?" I said, hesitantly.

"Fuck, yeah! I want you to shove your fuckin' cock in my hole and fuck my
ass!" Tim begged me.

"But I've never done anything like that before." I said, unsure of what to
do.

"You don't need to learn how to fuck, bro! You just shove your cock in my
hole and you'll figure it out!" Tim assured me. "Just spit on your hand and
lube up your cock before you shove it in my ass."

I inched forward on my knees until my cock was near his hole. I spit on my
hand as Tim had told me to and skinned back the foreskin that covered the
head of my cock. I put my cock at the entrance to his body and then looked
back at Tim to assure myself that this is truly what he wanted.

"That's it, bro. Shove it in slowly. Gimme time to get used to your fuckin'
rod." Tim moaned.

Taking him at his word, I gently pushed forward but met resistance from his
hole. I didn't know what to do. I almost pulled back, when I felt Tim's
hands on my hips, pulling me forward stronger. I felt my cockhead pop into
the tight ring of his sphincter and then my cock was enveloped in the most
intense, wet heat imaginable. Never had I ever felt anything that felt as
good as the inside of my brother's ass! Without meaning to, with completely
mindless fuck-lust, I shoved my cock as deep into his body as I could go
all in one thrust.

I heard Tim grunt as I bottomed out in his butt. His hands gripped my butt
cheeks, holding me inside him. I could feel the tight sheath of his guts
spasming around my cock as he gradually became used to my cock. After a
while, I could feel his chute open up and could feel his hands move to my
hips and slowly begin pushing me back. My cock moved a few inches out of
his hole and then I could feel his hands pulling me back in. He did this a
couple of times, setting the rhythm until my natural inclinations took
over. At that point, his hands left my hips and moved to his nipples and I
saw him pinching and pulling on them while my cock slid in and out of his
ass.

"Yeah, bro! That's the way! Fuck my butt! Shove that fuckin' cock all the
way up my shit-hole!"  Tim moaned.

I followed orders. My cock was reaming his ass now, pulling almost all the
way out before I shoved it deep inside him, once again bottoming out in his
hole, my pubes crushed against his ass.  I could smell the ripe scent of
our fucking, scent coming from the sweat of our two bodies and the insides
of Tim's ass. The fumes surrounded us and I breathed deeply of them as I
drove my cock in and out of Tim's ass, creating more and more of the scent
that we were both getting off on.

 I started fucking faster and harder as I felt my impending orgasm. The
slick heat of his ass was driving me on as well as the stink of our
joining. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to! I drove hard into his butt
and could hear the increase in his moaning.

"That's it, bro! Pound my fucking ass! Shove that fuckin' meat up my hole!
Cum in my butt, bro!  Shoot your hot load in my guts!" he all but shouted.

There was no problem with that. I could feel the heat in my balls as my
load traveled slowly up until I could no longer contain it. I shoved hard
into his ass and could feel my cum shooting into his guts! I was fucking
cumming in my brothers ass!!!

I collapsed over him, my head resting on his chest as my cock slowly pulled
from his hole. He lowered his legs and wrapped his arms around me and held
me while I regained my breath and came down from the high of my first
fuck. My hands clung to him like he was a life-raft. Never in my young life
had I ever felt as good as I did in that moment, held in my brother's arms.

Tim gradually turned us over and pulled me close. He leaned down and kissed
me as I lay there on my back. My cock, which had only softened momentarily,
became hard again at the touch of his lips to mine. He licked all around my
mouth, my lips and inside my mouth. I realized that he was tasting all his
own funk which was still there. He moaned deep in this throat as he did so,
telling me that he was as much into man-funk as I was.

Slowly he moved down my body and took my cock into his mouth, cleaning off
the cum and ass- juice from his own ass. The warm, wet heat of his mouth
was a true revelation to me! The movement of his tongue as he licked off
all of his funk from my cock felt every bit as good as his ass had. 'So
this is what a blow-job's like.' I thought to myself! I immediately wanted
to try it on Tim. But he had other ideas.

He sucked at my cock just long enough to get me really hot again and then
he got down between my legs and lifted them with his hands. His mouth
locked itself to my butt and he began eating out my sweaty hole with a
vengeance. I quickly figured out what was about to happen. And while the
size of his cock worried me somewhat, I wanted Tim to fuck me so bad that I
was willing to go through any amount of pain for him to do it.

Tim stopped eating my ass and told me to hold my legs back with my hands as
he had done. Then he got off the bed and left the room. I wondered what the
fuck was going on when he came back with a jar of petroleum jelly in his
hand. He got back on the bed and lay down with his face in my ass again. He
sucked my hole and shoved his tongue back up me and began to fuck me with
his tongue. It was a delightful feeling which didn't last long. As soon as
he had my butt hole wet enough and open enough, he pulled back and opened
the jar of petroleum jelly. Taking some on his finger, he began to lube up
my ass with it. I could feel his finger pressing on my hole and the
slickness of the lube and spit allowed his finger to glide into the
interior of my body. The feeling was incredible!

Tim pressed his finger all the way inside me and then pulled it out. I
moaned at the emptiness in my bowels and Tim gave a little chuckle.

"Don't get impatient, bro! There's more coming!" he assured me.

He dipped two fingers in the jelly this time and again pressed them into my
hole. I felt a small bit of discomfort at first with two fingers, but as
Tim began moving them in and out of my hole, my butt relaxed and I started
to get really good feelings from my ass. So good that they were making my
cock leak all over my belly. Tim pushed both fingers up inside me and
seemed to be hunting for something up there. Suddenly his fingers brushed
against something and I almost saw stars the feelings were so intense! I
moaned and more cock-snot shot out of my piss-slit!

"Yeah! There it is, bro! That's your joy-button! That's what makes gettin'
fucked feel so fuckin' good!" Tim informed me as his fingers continued to
stroke the button up inside my ass.

He continued to play with my hole, gradually adding another finger until I
had three of his thick digits completely up inside me and working in an out
with no resistance. I wanted more! I was tired of fingers! I knew that
there was only one thing that would put out the fire in my hole - my
brother's cock! I wanted Tim to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me NOW!

"God, Tim! Please! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Shove your cock up my butt!
Please!" I begged mindlessly.

He gave me a horny grin.

"All you need do is ask, bro!"

And with that, Tim pulled his fingers from my ass and dipped them in the
jelly again and began coating his hard cock with the lube. He rose up on
his knees and scooted forward until his cockhead was resting against my
asshole. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them up until he had my ass well
spread and then slowly pushed forward.

I expected pain on his entry, but Tim had opened me up well. I felt some
slight resistance from my sphincter and then I could feel his cock as it
slowly slid into my ass. It was the most wonderful feeling of fullness!
But, more than that - far more, was the incredible feeling of 'connection'
I had with Tim. I was taking part of my brother's body inside of mine
making us like one person. I could see on his face the intense pleasure
that my ass was giving him and I was sure that the look was mirrored on my
own face from the pleasure his cock was giving me!

He slowly shoved his cock up my ass until he could go no further and I felt
his pubic hair scratching at me hole. It was an incredibly intense feeling
of intimacy to feel him completely buried in my body. I could not see where
I stopped and Tim began. We were truly one. The feelings that I felt were
so different from when I was fucking him. These feelings were not only
sensual but emotional as well. I was surrendering my self to him. I was in
the most vulnerable position a male could be in. I was offering my body for
him to use and the feeling of surrender and love about overwhelmed me. I
could feel tears welling up in my eyes and falling down my face.  Tim,
however, looked worried at this.

"Am I hurting you, Danny? Do you want me to pull out?" he said, and I could
feel him starting to withdraw his cock.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him firmly back inside me.

"No! It just feels so fucking good! I love you so much! I never knew how
much I loved you until now! I love this feeling of being one with you so
much! Please, don't stop! Fuck me forever!" I plead.

Tim leaned over and began to lick the tears from my face and then pressed
his lips against mine in a deeply passionate kiss. I could taste the
saltiness of my tears as he kissed me.

"I can't fuck you forever, bro. I wish I could. But I'll love you forever -
is that enough?" he said softly as he looked deep into my eyes.

"Yes!" I said. "That's enough. Just love me. I need your love so much!"

"You've got it, bro! You've always had it. There's nobody else in the world
that I love as much as you." he said.

Tim raised back up and began to gently fuck me. He slowly pulled his cock
back and pushed it slowly forward. Each movement caused intense feelings to
flow through my body and I moaned like a bitch in heat! I watched my
brother's grinning face as he plowed my butt with his cock. I was soon
moaning and babbling incoherently as he sped up his fucking and drove his
cock harder and harder up my shit-chute.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!!" I babbled as his cock pounded into my ass.

I didn't see how he could but he did begin pounding harder and harder into
my ass. The scents from his sweaty body and my ass began to assault my nose
and I was lost to the funk which surrounded us. I suddenly realized that I
was laying there, my hands gripping Tim's body and not touching my cock,
yet I was about to cum. And it felt like it was just about the biggest cum
I'd ever had in my life. I had shot my load up Tim's butt not 20 minutes
ago and yet it felt like there was more cum in my balls than there had been
then.

"I'm gonna cum, bro! I'm gonna shoot my load!" I screamed.

"Fuck, yeah! Cum for me, bro! Shoot your load for me!" Tim screamed back.

And I did! The first shot of cum went over my head and landed somewhere on
Tim's bed. The next eight or nine shots (who could count at a time like
that!) went into my hair, over my face, down my chest and finally across my
belly. Tim continued to pound my hole, angling his cock so that it hit my
joy button with each thrust as I came. I was screaming out my orgasm when I
suddenly heard loud moans which weren't mine.

I looked up and could see on Tim's face that he was about to shoot his load
up my ass. I clamped down with my ass muscles and his cock began to spasm
in my butt as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum inside me. So much
cum, in fact, that I could feel it dribbling out my hole as he continued to
unload. The jerking of his body and the twitching of his cock up inside me
caused another glob of cum to squirt out of my cock as he finished and
collapsed on top of me.

I put my arms around his sweaty, muscular body and breathed deeply of his
masculine scent as he lay on top of me gathering his breath again. My one
hand reached up and gently stroked his soft, dark hair while my lips licked
at the salty sheen of sweat covering his shoulder. There were still
aftershocks of my orgasm going through my body as I lay there under Tim,
reveling in the warmth and scent of my brother - my lover.

Finally, he recovered enough to roll over. His cock slipped from my hole
and I could feel more come drip from my ass as he pulled me into his
arms. We lay there a long time not speaking. I think we were both too
overwhelmed with the experience of each other. Finally, we both fell
asleep.

It was dawn when I awoke, still wrapped in my brother's arms. It took me a
moment to remember all that had happened. How we had made love to each
other. I didn't know what was going to happen now, but I didn't care. I was
safe and secure in Tim's arms and that was all I needed to know. I put my
tongue to his chest and began to lick his skin. The saltiness and the scent
of him caused my cock, already hard, to begin leaking from my
piss-slit. Being sixteen does have it's advantages. I was as horny now as I
had been the night before. I wanted Tim to fuck me again.

He awoke with my licking of his body and began to moan. I could feel his
hard cock pushing against my stomach and I knew he was more than ready to
shove it back up my ass. But he hadn't opened his eyes yet, just moaned at
the sensations my tongue was causing to his body. I turned in his arm until
my ass was against his cock. I reached back and bent it down until it was
pressing against my hole. With the fucking last night and all the cum and
lube still between my ass-cheeks and up my butt, his cock slid inside me
with one gentle thrust of his hips. I moaned deeply at the penetration! My
brother's cock was exactly where I thought it belonged - inside me!

Tim pulled me closer and began to lick the back of my neck and my shoulders
as he slowly began to grind his cock in and out of my willing ass. He took
his time and must have fucked me for at least twenty minutes. Slowly, so
exquisitely slowly! I could feel every vein of his cock as he pulled it in
and out of my hungry hole. Finally, he pushed me over on my stomach and
began to pound my ass with the eagerness and hunger he had the night
before! I was in heaven!!! My cock was trapped beneath me but I could feel
my orgasm building. Just as Tim began to scream out in orgasm, my cock
began to belch forth my load onto the sheets below us. The cum that Tim had
shot in my ass the night before was now joined with another load of my
brother's spoonge and much of it was dripping out of my ass and down my
balls. It was a delightful feeling!

Tim collapsed on top of me and we went back to sleep again. When we awoke,
it was full light. I looked at the clock and could see it was almost 10
o'clock in the morning! We never slept this late! But, then again, we'd
never spent the night fucking each other either! I could feel Tim's lips as
he gently kissed my shoulders.

"Good morning, bro!" he said gently into my ear and then licked inside it.

I moaned at the feelings his tongue created. I was hard again and I could
feel Tim's cock, still inside me, hard as well.

"I love waking up with your cock up my butt!" I told him.

"We'll see what we can do about that happening more often then." he said
gently. "But I've gotta take a piss!" he said.

He pulled his cock from my ass and jumped up from the bed and headed
towards the bathroom. I was right behind him, my need to drain my lizard no
less than his! We stood at the toilet pissing together and Tim reached over
and put his arm around me, pulling me close. It was a very intimate thing
to do and I have found it one of the joys of being with another male.

We showered together for the first time since we were kids. It was so
sensual! Tim faced me and began soaping up my body. Tim's soapy hands went
all over my body, tracing my muscles, stroking my skin. He then turned me
around. I thought he would wash my back, but instead he instructed me to
lean forward and put my hands on the tile wall in front of me. He then
squatted down behind me as I bent over and took his hands and spread my ass
cheeks apart. I felt his tongue lick up my ass and then his lips locked to
my hole and I could feel his begin to suck on my ass. It took me a moment
to realize that he was sucking his cum from my well-used hole. The feeling
was exciting and my cock was instantly hard.

Tim sucked on my ass for a while and then rose up and began soaping my
back. He also reached around me with his arms and his fingers began to
pinch and pull at my nipples. I moaned at his touch. I never knew my tits
were so sensitive! He moved down the front of my body and grasped my cock
in his hands and began to gently jack me off. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against my butt and I started to move my ass around, trying to get
his cock up me again. But Tim had other ideas.

He turned me around and allowed the water to wash away all the soap. He
then got down on his knees and took my hard cock in his mouth. I had never
had a blow-job and the feeling made my legs weak as he inhaled my cock all
the way into his mouth and down his throat. Evidently, my brother was very
experienced at man-sex. I wondered who he had been practicing with? But all
thought washed out of my mind as I felt the muscles in his throat massaging
my cock. I knew I couldn't last long. I was sixteen and really had no more
control than any other sixteen year old boy!

I grabbed Tim's head as I felt my orgasm rise from my balls. I began moving
my hips and fucking my cock in and out of his mouth. I knew he wanted my
cum and he was about to be drowned in it! I couldn't help myself. It was
like my hips and cock took on a life of their own and I pounded my cock
into my brother's mouth and then shot load after load of my teen jism down
his throat.  Tim swallowed every drop and even continued sucking on my cock
after. I finally had to push him off my cock because it became to sensitive
to touch!

At that point, he stood up and handed me the soap.

"Your turn." he said, grinning at me.

I took the soap in my hand and began washing his beautiful, muscular body!
I marveled at his hard pecs as my soapy hands slid over them. I pinched and
pulled on his tits and he moaned at my actions. My hand continued down
across the ripples of his abs but then I moved up again to his chest. I
pushed my head under his arm and breathed in the strong scent of his ripe
pits. I was going to wash his pits, but I was going to wash them MY way -
with my tongue.

Tim moaned more as my tongue licked through both is pits, tasting the salty
sweat there before I used my soapy hands to finally clean them. He grinned
at me as I told him to turn around. He immediately assumed the same
position I had, bending over and spreading his legs.

Like him, I squatted down and pulled his ass cheeks apart with my
hands. The scent of his ass drew me like a magnet and I began licking and
sucking on his slightly furred hole. To my surprise, a small amount of my
cum did fill my mouth and I drank down the warm, viscous liquid from my
brother's ass. I loved tasting my own load from his butt - along with his
assjuices! I then rose and ran my soapy hands over the strong, broad
muscles of his back and around his body until I was running my fingers
through his pubic hair, fondling his balls and stroking his hard cock.

I turned him around and knelt down in the shower to worship my brother's
towering manhood.  Seeing all that throbbing man-meat up close made me
wonder how it had ever all gotten up my tiny butthole. I guess it wasn't as
tiny as I thought it was! I licked at the head of my bother's cock which
was throbbing in front of me, the foreskin having retracted from his
arousal. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to take all of it
down my throat the way he had mine. His cock head hit the back of my throat
and triggered my gag reflex and I started choking.

Tim quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, squatted down and put his arms
around me.

"Don't try to take it all, bro! Just take what you can handle! It feels
fantastic to me!" he said, kissing me gently on the cheek before once again
standing in front of me.

I took his cock slowly back into my mouth - not so eager to repeat my
mistake. When it reached a point I felt comfortable with, I began to suck
and lick it while moving up and down. Tim began moaning and I could feel
his cock getting harder and thicker in my mouth. Evidently eighteen year
old's didn't have that much more control than sixteen year old's because I
knew that any moment Tim was going to blow!

And blow he did!!! Suddenly my mouth was filled with a huge amount of his
hot cum. I tried to swallow it all, but his cock kept shooting load after
load of his sweet man-cum into my mouth. I swallowed what I could to keep
from drowning and the rest leaked out of my mouth and dripped down my
chin. Again, I don't know how many times he shot, but I knew I was taking
is cum down my throat for a while.

Tim finally pulled his cock from my mouth and squatted down again. He began
licking his cum from my face and then finally pressed his mouth against
mine and pushed what remained of his cum from his mouth to mine! It was an
incredibly sensual act to suck my brother's cum from my brother's mouth! I
moaned as he did this and my hand reached down to my still hard cock. It
took two strokes for me to shoot another load - this time all over my
brother's cock and pubic hair which where right in front of my cock when I
shot.

Tim held me until my orgasm was over and then stood up. I saw my cum
coating his softening cock and his pubes. I pressed my face into his crotch
and licked up as much of my cum as I could find.

"Well, that's one way to clean up after!" Tim chuckled as I greedily sucked
my cum from his pubes.

I stood up and there was a sheepish grin on my face.

"It shouldn't go to waste, should it?" I asked.

"No, bro! It should NEVER go to waste!" he laughed.

We finally got out of the shower and took our time drying each other off
causing our cocks to plump up but not reach full hardness again. Then we
went down and fixed breakfast for each other. We didn't bother to put on
clothes. We were enjoying the sight of each other's bodies and couldn't
keep our hands off each other - even while we ate. Tim was touching me,
stroking me - my hair, my arms, my thighs. One of his hands were on me all
the time and I was no better! My hands continued to touch any part of his
body that was near me.

We didn't talk really. We just sat there, eating, touching and gazing into
each other's eyes. After we cleaned up the kitchen we went out to do our
chores. Unlike most days, we didn't do our chores separately. As if my
mutual agreement, we worked side by side with each other until they were
done. Then Tim suggested that we go down to the creek and swim. Since we
were already naked except for shoes, it seemed like a good idea.

After swimming, we lay on the grassy bank, again wrapped in each other's
arms.

"Tim, what's going to happen to us?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Are we lovers now? Are we going to spend our lives together?" I asked.

"Is that what you want, Danny?" Tim asked, rolling over on his side and
looking me deep in the eyes.

I rolled over to face him.

"Yes. It's what I've always wanted. I want to be with you forever." I said.

"And that's what I want too, bro! So don't worry about it. It will all work
out - you'll see!" he said and pulled me into his arms, giving me a deep,
soulful kiss.

We lay there for a long time, just enjoying being with each other, touching
each other and knowing that there would be many days like this ahead of
us. Our whole lives ahead of us.  Together.

As we walked back to the farmhouse, one thing was bothering me though.

"Tim, where did you learn all this stuff?" I asked.

"What stuff?" he asked.

"Well, how to fuck ass and get fucked and how to take cock down your
throat! Where the fuck did you learn all that stuff?" I replied.

"Dad." Tim said.

THE END of PART I of "HIDING FROM MY BROTHER"

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