How Did My Bro Know Ch. 2
It has been a long time since Pete played with his older brother while his sister-in-law was in the hospital having their baby. She has taken the kid on a trip to visit her parents. She’ll be gone all week.
Since that night five years ago when I was summoned to his bed, I have felt nervous around my older brother. For good reason.
What had seemed an innocent gesture in letting me trade the uncomfortable sofa for his bed changed when he made me feel his hard penis through his Jockey shorts. I didn’t do it against my will. It was unexpected, though, and I was shocked at how big he is. Feeling his monster dick led to my heading downward and sliding off his briefs. That he has a foreskin presented an irresistible opportunity to suck my first uncut dick. The schoolmates I ogled surreptitiously in the showers and later blew were all circumcised.
Not a word has been spoken by either of us about the encounter, but I never see my brother without thinking about his dick and that thrilling night.
When I enter the living room, my brother is watching a Red Sox game. I am staying at his apartment in Boston to attend a high school reunion.
He is shirtless, barefoot and wearing khaki shorts that bunch up and create a nice bulge at the crotch. His legs are very hairy. I am sitting off to the side and behind him, so I have a good look at his package, but I don’t want to be too obvious. I wait for dramatic moments when he is concentrating on the game to fixate on him.
This gets more exciting because the Red Sox are losing, which leads my brother to yell at their ineptitude through the TV screen. Like most Bostonians, he is passionate about his teams, and I get that. I hope that I can bring out that passion later if he summons me to sleep with him. His wife, my sister-in-law, and my nephew are in Maine for the whole week.
It is a hot summer night and I am sweating. As I play a waiting game, he asks me to get him a beer. I want him to drink a lot of beers.
He is now 33 and I am 10 years younger. I admire his full head of wavy black hair, hairy chest, and classic Italian looks. He has developed a bit of a belly, but I like that. He turned me on as a teenager even before I knew why. We had slept in the same bed in our parents' home before he got married, but nothing sexual ever materialized.
I bring him another beer as the game drones on. As the ninth inning arrives, I get more anxious. It is approaching 11 o’clock and my brother has work in the morning. It might be too late for anything to happen. The last out is recorded — the Sox have lost again — and he wants another beer to soothe his disappointment.
As he finishes his sixth beer — if I am counting right — he gets up and heads to the bathroom off the hallway. He doesn’t close the door so I can hear him unzip his fly. His piss makes a loud noise as his stream hits the bowl. Is this a good sign? Does he want me to picture his megadick with his piss streaming out of his foreskin? My fantasies are running wild.
I’m not sure how to proceed, so I reach in back of the sofa for the pillow, sheets and blanket I use when sleeping on the sofa. He enters the living room. “Bro, you don’t need those. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
Even better that he is telling me what I’ll be doing, not asking me.
Excitement has replaced longing.This is playing out exactly as I hoped.
“Sure, bro. Are we heading to bed now?”
“Yes,” he says.
My knees are shaking as I remove my clothes, leaving on my tightey-whiteys. I turn to look at him taking off his khaki shorts. He’s wearing a jockstrap. I hadn’t seen that coming. I get a good look at his bulge as he grabs the covers and tosses them on the floor. “We don’t need these tonight; it’s hot in here.“
We climb in bed. lying on the top sheet. He lies on his back with this hands behind his head.That’s a classic pose I have seen in porn films, but is he ready to push it further?
I lie on my stomach and move very close to him hoping he’ll take the initiative. My head is where his armpits are — I love their rank odor — as I lie quietly waiting to see what will happen.
My bro stares at the ceiling. I wait hopefully for instructions.
“So, I bet you’re wondering if we’re going to repeat what we did last time we were in this bed?”
I squeak out an answer. ‘Uh, I’d like to, if you want to.”
“We never talked after the last time. Tell your big bro why you want to do it again. Is it just because you’re gay?”
He’s a man of verbal surprises. My expertise in giving him a blowjob tipped the scales on his figuring out my sexual orientation. I fumble to answer. “Yeah, I’m gay, but that’s not the only reason I want to repeat that night.” I’m trying to be careful. I don’t want to screw this up by appearing too eager.
“What are the other reasons?”
Now I’m caught in a trap. Will he think our dalliance is “too gay” if I lavish praise on his dick and straight sexiness? Or should I keep things more vague?
“I just want to, bro. It’s fun and I like you, ya know. I like making you feel good.”
He’s not fooled. “You like me or the size of my dick? I know it’s really big and thick, too.”
”That, too,” I say.
“Is mine the biggest dick you ever sucked? I want to know.”
I want him to stop with the questions and just order me to suck him off, but I figure complimenting his dick might get me what I want.
“It’s the biggest dick I have ever seen, yes. It’s quite something.” I decide to push it. “May I suck it now?”
He pulls me onto his body and orders me to smell his jock.
“When I bowl, I usually wear this jock. I never wash it. My team had a match last night, so it’s going to be stinky. Can you handle that?”
I answer by dropping my face onto the cotton pouch. He’s right. It’s ripe. It even looks dirty, with more splashes of yellow piss and sweat than its original white.
He grabs my neck and holds my head on the fabric. “Get it soaking wet for your big bro. I want this jock to look like it’s been in the washing machine — you understand?”
His generally mild personality has changed into something far hotter. I work up saliva and lather his jock until it’s completely wet. It tastes exactly as I figured. I can feel the outline of his dick through the cotton, so I kiss that spot in appreciation. He feels the wetness and is pleased.
“Good work. Now use your teeth to pull down my jock.”
This scene is far hotter than giving him a mere blow job. I love being told what to do. My teeth grip the elastic top and moving side to side I shimmy his jock downward until I reach an obstacle — his hard cock jutting into the pouch. I pull the elastic out from his dick and in time I succeed in getting past it.
“That’s a good boy,” he says, as his jock sits on his thighs.
His thick nine-incher stares me in the face. I want nothing more in the world than to put my mouth on it. I move my lips toward it.
“Not so fast, cowboy. Your mouth is really hot, but let’s leave the blow job for another night. I want something else. Go to the medicine cabinet and bring back the jar of Vaseline.”
This has raised my anxiety level. Is he not planning what I think he’s planning.
I head to the bathroom and bring him the jar. He rises, sheds his jock and lies on top of me. I feel the fabric on the seat of my Hanes briefs rip. He shreds them further and puts the remnants in my mouth.
“You better bite down on what’s left of your underwear. This will hurt at first, then you’ll be begging for it every time you see me.”
“Bro, no, please. I can’t," I say with alarm. "I’ve never been fucked before and your dick is a monster.” I say this while wondering what it would be like to be taken by him.
“Stop whining. I’ll go slow. I’m going to fuck you, not tear you apart.”
He picks up his jock, pulls my hands behind my back and uses it to tie them tightly. There is no way my hands will be able to push him off me.
His finger rubs a dollop of Vaseline on my hole. He pushes his finger inside. The lubricant feels soothing. His finger probes my most tender place. “Relax, bro. This will go easier if you just let it happen because it’s going to happen. Are you aware you’ve been wiggling your ass at me for years, teasing me, daring me to fuck you? Time you suffered the consequences of your actions. That means my big dick is going up your ass.”
He’s got me there. In fact, over the years I have teased him, using my bubble butt in my tight jeans to get his attention. But just to see if he found me sexy. I wasn’t looking to get my ass stretched.
Suddenly, a second lubed finger invades my hole. I take a deep breath and strain outward, hoping his fingers slide in without pain. Damn, that works. Both fingers are poking deep inside me and it's not uncomfortable.
“You’re almost ready,” he says. At least your ass is.”
I hear him applying Vaseline on his dick, pulling the foreskin back and coating the head. He adds more goop to my hole. “”Ready? Here we go.”
The head enters my hole, then stops when it is met by my sphincter. I expect that he’s fucked only pussy and likely doesn’t know about the mechanics of an asshole. I can’t tell him about that because my mouth is full of my shredded briefs. But thankfully, he stops.
“Gawd, you’re tight. Now I believe you about this being your first fuck. Take a minute to get used to my cock, then I’ll move in a couple of inches. We have a long way to go.” He had kept his promise to go slow and not tear me apart.
I realize that bracing for his dick assault will be counterproductive, so I force myself to relax and picture his beautiful schlong moving inside me. That seems to help. He’s about halfway in.
“Bro, your tight hole feels amazing. I’m going in a few more inches.”
Now he’s three-quarters inside and it hurts a little, but I tell myself how good it will feel. He mercifully stops and leaves it where it is.
“Once I get it all inside, you’ll be loose enough that I can fuck you properly. I mean by properly — hard.” And he lets out an evil laugh.
He pushes again till he’s all the way inside. Yeah, it hurts, but I also start to feel something else — an overwhelming feeling of surrender and waves of electric energy that move down to my toes.
This feeling increases as he pulls halfway out and plunges back in. My pleasure meter is off the charts. He picks that up.
“I knew you’d love having my big cock lodged up your ass.” He takes the next step, pulling all the way out, then blasting all the way inside.
" I believe this is called punch-fucking. Now I know why you gay guys love to get fucked," he says.
He grabs my hair and twists my head around so I can see his face.
“You ready to take my cum inside you? I shoot a lot, ya know.”
Then I see his face contort and he announces the inevitable.
“I am unloading in your ass, bro. What do you guys call it — breeding. Consider yourself bred." I picture his huge load of cum inside me and feel proud I could take it. He pulls his cock roughly out of my sore butt and slaps my ass hard.
We are both sweating in the summer heat. I figure we have six more days to fuck some more and I’d like to taste the flavor of his foreskin again. Screw the reunion. I’d rather present my mouth and ass for his pleasure every night. In fact, I’ll be ready for another round in the morning.
