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LIttle Brother Turns Me Queer
by Orangebinder
I jacked off regularly (which I always kept to myself) and because I was a jock it was pretty easy to find girls. I had lots of girlfriends but my criteria were always the same – access to her tits, she must be willing to suck me (at least as a prelude to fucking) and she be willing to spread her legs for my dick. Because I was on the football team I had no problems finding chicks. It didn’t matter which one, they were all the same. Tits were tits, cunts were all the same.
Suddenly my brother became much more comfortable with nudity and I started seeing him naked a lot more than before. When he would get out of the shower he’d take a leak and brush his teeth stark strip naked, sometimes with a half-hard-on. He didn’t seem the least bit reticent about me seeing him. He’d leave the shower curtain half open and I don’t remember how many times I saw him jacking off in the shower. I saw him finger his butt hole more than once.
Even when I didn’t see him, I could tell when he was jacking off because he would make so much noise when he came. Once I walked in on him standing over the john just as he shot off into the porcelain pot. Thick ropes of cum burst out of his hard dick and poured into the toilet. He didn’t make any effort to turn or cover himself when I walked in. He just finished pumping out the last few drops.
I thought he was weird, I had always thought he was a weird little weirdo so I didn’t give him much thought. Then he started coming on to me. It was gradual at first. He let me know he was gay and liked to suck and get fucked. I found out his predilection when I came home one Saturday afternoon to find him and another guy in bed together. The door from the bathroom was cracked open. He was getting fucked and the look on his face said he loved it. He saw me and looked me directly in the eye as his friend’s dick pumped in and out of his extended butt hole. With that look he let me know that he wanted me to fuck him.
Later that night I did just that. I had sloppy seconds. I fucked my first asshole and shot like I had never shot before. God, he was tight, tighter than any damn pussy. He also acted like he really loved it. He REALLY, REALLY loved it, unlike those chicks that always seemed to merely put up with being fucked.
After a while, I couldn’t help wondering what it felt like to get fucked. He seemed to love it so much and more than once he got off without even touching his dick. I started thinking about it. At first, I pushed it out of my mind; absolutely not. No way. Not a chance. But it kept coming back. What did it feel like? It must feel good. It must feel very good. Shit, who would ever know? How would anyone find out? I could find out and keep it a secret. FUCK NO! I won’t get fucked. But it must feel good. It must feel great. But I’M NOT QUEER, I don’t want to know what it feels like to get fucked up the ass. Why not? It must feel good. It must feel really good!!! What the fuck do I care, I’m not queer. But it must feel really fucking goddamn good!
I knew the only way I would ever even think about it was if I was drunk out of my mind. So, one night during Spring Break I started drinking. I knew my parents would be out of the house and he would probably be home. I drank until I just didn’t care. He was in his bedroom. I went in, naked with a hard-on like I was going to fuck him as usual. He sucked me and then when he rolled over to offer me his asshole; I said, “No, fuck me instead.”
He looked at me for a few minutes then shrugged. He told to me lay down on my stomach, he pushed my legs apart, spread my cheeks with his hands and then I felt his tongue on my asshole. I wanted to push him away. But I didn’t. I wanted him. I wanted him where he was doing what he was doing. I wanted him paying attention to my asshole. He licked it and shivers ran up and down my body. I felt something what I had never felt before. And it felt good. Real good. He licked my asshole. GODDAMN why didn’t anyone tell me it felt so good. I was instantly hard. Harder than I had ever been. It was like there was a direct line from my asshole to my dick. One lick and I was rock hard. How did this happen?
After I don’t know how long of rimming, he turned me over and raised my legs up over my head. He placed his dick against my asshole and I knew it was now or never. I gave him a wink and he pushed in. I won’t lie to you, it hurt, it hurt like hell, but it also felt better than anything I have ever felt before. My GOD I wanted to cum already. I wanted to shoot. I wanted to shit. It felt like my ass was full. I wanted to shit. I pushed back and he went deeper. It felt even better. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him tight against me. I kissed him hard.
He had never made any attempt to kiss me but I pressed my lips against his and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. My tongue went in his mouth and searched hard. SHIT FUCKING GODDAMN FUCKING DAMN my ass was on fire and I wanted to cum to put it out. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to shoot; I wanted to cum, I wanted him to cum up my butt like I had done so many times to him. I wanted to suck his tongue out of his mouth and swallow it. I wanted to eat him alive.
Instead I just came. And I came like I had never come before. I had planted my seed in lots of pussies befor,e but this was different. I wasn’t just slightly different, it was MAJOR different. It was like the difference between daylight and darkness. This was the first time I REALLY, REALLY SHOT MY WAD. It continued for ever. It thought I was on cloud nine. I didn’t think it would ever end. It didn’t end. It just went on and on and on and on and on. He and I were joined together, as one body, for ever and ever, and ever, and ever.
That night changed everything. Instead of him being my substitute fuck when my girlfriend (whoever that happened to be at the moment) was unavailable or on the rag, I became his regular fuck no matter what. He fucked me until my ass was raw, until our balls were drained and neither of us cold cum again. I sucked him. I learned to love the taste of his cum the feel of his cock pumping in and out of my mouth. We fucked every morning in the shower. I would fuck him or he would fuck me; no matter what. Sometime we would both get fucked. We kissed a lot. I sucked him and swallowed his cum. We 69’d all the time; sometimes in his bed, sometimes in mine. We spent the night together. We no longer slept alone. We alternated beds so both looked like they had been slept in. I never slept alone again. It was always with him. I would go to sleep with his cock up my ass, or my cock up his butt, or my hands cupping his cock and balls, and our faces nuzzled together, or whatever. It was always skin against skin… brother against brother… blood against blood… flesh against flesh. We were one; in ways that a marriage could never imagine. We were BROTHERS, of the same flesh, choosing to be the same flesh, always the same flesh. He turned me queer and I can’t thank him enough. orangebinder@yahoo.com
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