Not like we had done from time to time during our respective 17 and 18 years, but like lovers. My mother's voice brought us back to reality and we turned and kissed. From his sounds I knew brotherly cum was shooting up my asshole, and soon my own body jerked in his con- trol and shot my load against the shower room wall. He had reached for my own hard cock, while his other arm held me immobile against his developed chest. Todd hurt me as his cock turned me from virgin into brother into lover. This was what I had wanted while we slept together, but I hadn't quite realized it. He turned me around and I felt his cock move between my asscheeks and pierce my asshole. "As long as this is the first, and probably the last time we can be like this." But Todd stopped and pulled me to my feet. I wanted his load to travel down my throat and lodge in my stomach.
I thought what the hell, and let his cock go even deeper in my throat. My mouth enveloped his thick hard cock, and Todd's hands held my head as I sucked my first cock.įrom his body's jerking around, I thought I would soon have his cum in my throat, and his hands were holding my head so I couldn't move away. But at this time, I didn't care, he was my brother, and I wanted his cock. Now at school, we called each other things like cocksucker, but I knew that was something only queers did. On my knees, I was soaping his strong thighs, and then his nuts and cock. And from his moaning, he loved it as much as I did. Or during this past week when we had been sharing a bed and lots of hugs, but never had I openly explored his body. I had felt my brother's body over the years, usually during a pretense to give him a massage. My knees almost buckled, finally living the fantasy I had had, or at least one of them. He didn't wait for an answer and soon joined me taking the soap from me and proceeding to run his hands all over me. I got in the shower, and was lathering my body, thrilling at the feel of my slippery hands on my tits, and Todd pulled back the shower curtain. I noticed Todd, too, stayed naked while packing, and getting ready for his trip away from home. Sunday morning came too quickly, and we were both slowly trying to wake up. Throughout the night I awoke and moved so we would be spoon fash- ioned with his cock, usually hard, pressed against my asscheeks. He talked about being scared about leaving home, and I confessed I would be very lonely without him. we talked, hugged, and held onto each other the whole night. The week before he was to leave, Todd crawled into my bed, some- thing he had done since we were really young kids.
Of course my cock would get hard, and Todd knew I wasn't too upset. I acted like I was tolerating it, but I secretly loved it. Then he would massage my ass, and poke my asshole with his finger from time to time. Instead of smacking my bar- eass, he would grab and hold on, until I stopped trying to get away. Then the summer before Todd was to leave for college, he and I started doing more things to each other. Todd and I did the usual things, mutual masturbation and shooting our cum, competing for distance, etc. Of course I loved seeing him naked or more often wearing only his jockstrap and dancing around the room. Of course Todd did his share of smacking my butt and goosing me from time to time, but he didn't seem to mind it either. I would always be naked in our room, and the family knew it. It was part of the fun Todd and I enjoyed together as we entered puberty, and our confusing teen years. My brother and I always played that game, and traded off winning and loosing. So sometimes I would slow down just to feel one of the guys reach around my dangling cock and balls and pull me under. And being a good swimmer, I would always win. I loved it and would go every minute I could with or without my brother or father.Īs I grew older, of course, I knew I couldn't run down the street naked anymore, but the "Y" still kept me naked and lovin it!! We added the game of dick tag, of course, another part of being naked I liked. So my dad had the idea of enrolling me in the YMCA where all the boys and men swam naked in a large indoor pool. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bareass and running out the door. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes.