I was 19 and a sophomore in college when my family moved from Boston to a town 30 miles south, I moved in with my 28-year-old brother and his wife in order to continue my studies.
I slept on their sofa in the living room and took public transportation to school and work. My sister-in-law was pregnant and one night when I got home late from my part-time job, my brother had taken her to the hospital as their baby was about to arrive.
It was midnight when my brother returned home the proud dad of a baby boy. After we drank a wine toast to the newest member of the family, I fetched my pillow and blanket to prepare the sofa for sleep. My brother surprised me by saying, “Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?” — meaning with him. We had slept together in a double bed in my parents’ home growing up before he got married, but I was 12 then.
“Sure,” I answered. One night on a real mattress was appealing.
My brother is tall for an Italian guy -- almost 6 feet, wiry, perhaps 155 pounds. He has wavy black hair, green eyes, and olive complexion. I never thought of him as attractive, but as my desire for men surfaced, I began to see him differently. I often spied him heading to the bathroom in just his tightey-whiteys. It finally registered that he had a really hot body. I tried not to be obvious, but I couldn’t resist staring at the shocks of black hair on his chest and legs.
My brother had always been nice to me growing up, but also distant. He wasn't much for expressing affection or anything else emotional. “Reserved” best describes his personality, with “unabashedly masculine” second.
Wearing just my white Hanes briefs, I hopped into bed where my sister-in-law usually slept and settled on my side with my back facing away from him. A full moon plus light from an apartment building next door shone through the bedroom windows so I could easily see my brother lying on his back in his white Jockey shorts.
My mind wondered about what his bulge was holding inside and what it would be like to touch his dick. I had never seen him naked. I realized that I'd never get to sleep if I didn’t stop fantasizing, but that was going to take an act of will.
My brother was restless, unable to settle in one position. I was shocked when his bare chest nestled against my back. What was this all about? Then he crossed his right leg over my lower body and cupped me with his right arm.
Was he asleep and doing this automatically as he might do with his wife? Whatever was happening, it was making my dick hard.
The possibility that he sleeping was dashed when he grabbed my right hand and pushed it backwards onto the front of his Jockeys. Oh, I guess he’s not asleep. I guess this is really happening. I felt his hard cock through his undies and was shocked by its size. A solid 8 inches, I would guess.
How did he know I was gay and therefore OK with me touching his dick?
I had not told anyone in the family about my sexual direction. Perhaps he had seen me drooling over the underwear models in the Sears catalogue. Or perhaps he had caught me checking out his package straining against his khaki pants while he watched TV with his legs stretched out and his feet on the hassock.
My hand happily rubbed his penis in full bloom under the cotton fabric. There was no mushroom cap flaring out or a beveled head I could discern. That meant only one thing: My brother wasn’t circumcised. Really no surprise because I wasn’t either and the chances are strong that if one brother is uncut, the other is also.
He moaned loudly when I squeezed his dick, the only sound either of us made. Naturally, I wasn’t satisfied with just touching, I wanted to measure his dick with my eyes.
I turned around and faced him and rubbed his nipples through his furry chest, first one, then the other. There was enough moonlight that I could see what I was working with. Before I could get my lips on his nips, however, he forced my shoulders downward until I was face to face with his briefs. The tip of his foreskin had climbed tantalizingly over the elastic band.
I had blown a couple of my neighborhood friends in our basement “clubhouse,” so sucking dick was not unfamiliar. But doing it to my brother with his giant uncut cock?
Given how horny I was, I wasn’t going to overthink it. When would I get this chance again?
My brother lifted upward as I shimmied his briefs off his hips and was met by an impressive pelt of black pubic hair that covered his crotch and ran several inches above into a treasure trail. His package was moist and sweaty on this hot July night.
“So this is what a man’s crotch smells like,” I thought. “Very ripe and very fragrant.”
Even soft, his dick was oversized — a thick 6 inches with his foreskin flaring out and covering the large head. My nose moved beneath to his sweaty low-hanging balls. He squirmed when my lips met them. I tried to get both in my mouth at once, but they were too big. I lathered one, then the other. He gasped. This was likely the first time he had ever gotten his nuts licked.
What I really wanted was a taste of his foreskin. My friends, all of them circumcised, had mocked my own uncut dick as stinky and gross and they were pretty nasty, insulting me for having “head cheese.” Since I loved my own fragrance, I wasn’t likely to be turned off by my brother’s.
My tongue touched the puckered tip and I pulled back the skin. It felt silky as it slid down the shaft. The odor of dried piss, sweat, cum and a slight hint of cheese greeted my nose. It smelled pretty much like mine. What I didn’t smell was Dial soap or baby powder that would have ruined the experience.
While my teen sex buddies would study my foreskin and occasionally jerk it, they refused to suck it. “Too dirty,” they complained. As my nose savored my brother’s heady scent, I had to think that my friends had no idea what they were missing.
I eagerly took my bro’s dick in my mouth and cleaned the large head with saliva. The strong scent had dissipated and was replaced by the taste of precum on my tongue. My tongue made him come alive with cries of lust.
This was the most excited my brother had ever been in my presence and I was happy to hear his reaction. I teased his skin by nibbling it with my teeth before engulfing the head and sucking hard until he couldn’t stand it. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his whole cock into my mouth.
Forced to open wide and relax my throat, I was going to give him the best BJ I’d ever given. My two hands gripped his butt for leverage, Heat emanated from his hairy cheeks . My lips and tongue massaged his dick until his whole shaft met my tonsils. When I had blown my friends, I had learned how to breathe and concentrate on not gagging. This was a far bigger challenge. They were 5-6 inches hard, but my bro was 8 to 9.
It was after 1 a.m. so I knew he had to get up early for work. That meant he was not going to wait for me to get him off slowly, even though I would have sucked him all night.
My bro slid his 9 inches all the way inside and held my head steady. He fucked my mouth with abandon. I didn’t get a chance to worry about how many inches I could take. I was immediately taking it all.
He sped up the process until his dick continually stabbed the back of my throat. For the first time all night, he spoke: "I know I'm big, little bro, but I have a feeling you can handle it."
Wow. How did he know that? Had one of my friends outed me and my cocksucking talents?
My brother started to rape my throat and I gagged for the first time. He told me not to stop, just breathe through my nose, that I'd get used to it. “I’m going to teach your throat how to massage my dick."
Although I gagged a couple of more times, I was bent on pleasing him. I had tasted deeply of his foreskin; now I wanted to taste his cum.
While getting him off, I was proud that I could handle all of him. That meant I could take any other monster cock I met all the way down my throat.
Then it happened. “Oh, Jesus, fuck!” he brayed as he held my head in place. I wasn’t planning to go anywhere anyway. I had never heard him use the F word before, but with a torrent of cream streaming out of his dick while he was getting the best head of his life, what did I expect him to say?
His cum was nothing like that of my teen friends. It was thicker and stronger tasting, befitting a mature guy’s load, and there was a whole lot more of it. Perhaps, he had built it up in his balls while my sister-in-law was in the last weeks of pregnancy and sex was off the table. In any event, his load was now in my belly.
My brother lay next to me with his arm wrapped around my neck. This was a level of intimacy I never expected from him. He patted my head, ran his finger along my lips and said, “You were born to suck my cock, ya know. I’ve been thinking about you doing it for years, but you needed to become legal. I had no idea you’d be such a pro though.”
We turned onto our sides to get some rest as I licked my lips, savored the flavor of his cum and basked in what had just gone down.
As I lay there, I wondered how I could get him to skip work in the morning and stick his meaty prick up my tight little ass.
