Gay Erotic Stories

Dad died in a automobile accident in '96. To help my mom, I worked two jobs and missed graduating with my friends. That was "a sacrifice beyond the call of duty," according to my little brother, Eddie. "Graduating with my friends is all I think about," he said. "You did it so mom and I would have extra spending money? I don't believe it." "That's what older brothers are supposed to do, isn't it?" I asked him. "No," he replied. "Older brothers are supposed to act like selfish jerks and make life miserable." "Yeah, sure." "They're not supposed to be human!" On and on Eddie went until tears filled his eyes. "Hey," I said, and into my arms he came crying. He couldn't help it, he said, he had seen mom crying. I went down across my bed taking Eddie with me. "You would have made it to your graduation ceremony if dad had lived," he sobbed. Mom came into our room to catch us in each other's arms. "What's this?" she gasped. "You two are actually behaving like brothers?" The following Saturday we were behaving like lovers. Knowing I wouldn't work that day, Eddie moved over to my bed to lie next to me. When I stirred, he straddled me to offer a backrub. Off went my T-shirt and he went at it in dead earnest. Not hearing any objection from me, he was there beside me again Sunday morning. But this time he wanted us both nude. As soon as mom left, off went the covers and the backrub became an all over body massage. It lasted until he tired and then he lay on top of me. "You feel so good to me," he whispered. and began rubbing his body against mine. He came. Against the sheet between my legs. There was no way he could cover-up. Nothing he could do except run into the bathroom and hide. When he didn't hear from me, he stepped out and found me gone. I was in the kitchen fixing our breakfast. I caught up with him just as he finished showering. "My turn," I said, shoving down my briefs. He ducked his head and wouldn't look at me even in the mirror. "You going to tell mom?" he asked. "Tell her what?" That brought eye contact and he stared in open-mouthed surprise. "You okay?" I asked, and tears filled his eyes. "Hey, it's okay," I said, and hugged him. Feeling my dick hard against his ass brought another look of surprise. I don't know why I was surprised when he bent forward and put me in him. At 18, he had to have learned a little something while I was away working. He loved sex every bit as much as I did and wasn't shy about initiating it as often as he could. I wasn't shy about showing my appreciation, either. I must confess the possibility of being caught by someone sure added to the fun.