Gay Erotic Stories

I met my big brother Roy the day I turned 18. He told me he found out I might be his brother his father. He said he wanted to get a DNA test done. I agreed because it would be great not to be an only kid anymore. Even though he was 37. Shit we looked just alike. Same lips, nose, and ears. We both had short cropt hair dark brown hair that almost looked black, (mine was faded. His hair was slightly balding.) and same beautiful dark brown eyes. He had a mustache, and always seemed to have a sexy 5 o'clock shadow. He is 5'11, I'm 5'8. He weighs about 355 or 360, (with thick muscular neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. And a big beer belly.) and I am chubby and weigh about 265. He brought pictures of himself when he was a baby, a toddler, a kid, a young teenager, and when he was my age. I thought I was looking at myself in these photos. He asked, "So if the DNA test comes back positive do you want to come live with ya big bro Billy?' "Hell yeah!" I answered a little to quickly. He laughed and gave me a big beear hug with his massive hairy arms. Then he left. A couple days later we did the DNA test. 2 and ahalf weeks later we found out I was his baby brother. A month after that I moved in with him.

DAY 1

He didn't lived close. It was but wasnt Washington County outskirts of town. He had a nice big house in the middle of nowhere. With no neighbors. I liked this because I am a pot head and don't like nosey ass people. I asked Roy, "Big bro do ya smoke pot?" "Yea when I can find it." He said with a big grin on his face. I opened up my spacial case and told, "Well bro you can stop lookin. Cause I always have it. I have good friends who hook me up." I had a pound and ahalf of some good green. A half pound of White Widow, a half pound of Sour Diesel, and a half pound of Purple Haze. "Goddamn thats alot of weed!" I smiled at Roy, "Yeah this should last us about 3 week." "3 weeks? That should last you for 3 months!" "Not me. I'm what you call a chronic Chronic user." So he took me to my room and helped me unpack. When we were putting my boxers away I noticed his pants were a little more dented then it was earlier. I just shrugged it off. We finished setting my room up. So big bro had catfish and corn on the cob on the grill. I rolled 2 fat blunts and 3 doobies of Purple Haze. I looked at my big brother who looked sexy in his gray tank top and red and black beach shorts. I had on black and gray Polo shirt with baggy black jean shorts and a red and gray Yankees baseball cap. I lit up one of the blunts, "That smells good bro. So dose this," I hit 3 more times and passed Roy the blunt. He hit it about 6 times and handed it back to me. After he exhaled the smoke there was a cute goofy smile went across his face. "You good?" I asked. "Huh yeah! I'm... just... super... stoned baby brother!" He said slowly. "Can you still grill?" "Yea. I just can't hit that nomore at the moment. Than I wouldn't be able to." I toked the blunt 4 more times then stubbed it out. So he finished the fish and corn of the cob. It was a hot summer night and I took of my shirt. So did my big bro, but he didn't stop there. He took off all his clothes. "Come on baby boy take ya clothes off too. Don't be shy Billy. I'm ya damn brother." I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to see me hard from the sight of his juicy cock. "Come on boy! Take ya damn clothes off, or I'mma take 'em off for ya!" He said with a smile. I smiled back, "I doubt that old man. Your to slow. You'll end up with a heart attack!" He laughed and then out of nowhere. My big brother tackled me. I landed on my back hard. I looked up and he looked down at me with a shark's smile. "Now what were you sayin? I'm too old? I'll catch a heart attack?" He smiled again. All of his weight was on my stomach, "Okay I get it! Now get the fuck off of me!" I was pushing on his naked chest but he wouldn't budge! I tried to push him again, but he pushed me arms down. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and than ripped it off of me! "Okay! Shit man I fuckin get it! Knock this shit off!" He was starting to actually piss me off now! You see, im what you call bipolar. And I have a very, very bad anger problem, and plus I've been drinking. And I swing fist. "Nope! Chill out first and I will. I lnow about ya anger issues. Ya mom warned me all about it. Thats one of the reasons I offered you to come live with me. So you can stay out of trouble." Roy explained to me. "Okay, okay let me up. I'm calm, I'm calm!" "If you swing at me baby bro I will put you on you back again!" He warned me looking me in my eyes. I now know he seen the fire in my eyes. Because as he let me go. He backed up quickly. As I swung at him, he blocked it. Then punched me really hard in the middle of my chest, and brought me down hard on my back. (And to remind you all, he's completely naked while doing this to me.) He then picks me up and bear hugs me. He walks to the house with me in his arms. I'm struggling to get free, but couldn't no matter how hard I try. We got in the house and he slammed me on the couch and then proceeded to sit on me. I start throwing punches at his back screaming, "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! GOD- FUCKIN-DAMNIT GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!" He smiles at me and says calmly, "Calm the hell down. Stop hittin me. I'll let you go." "FUCK YOU!" "Oh you want to fight ya big bro? Is that it?" I didn't say shit. I just stared at him. I didn't have to answer. He could tell by the look in my eye. "Okay. We can fight. But I'mma fuck you up, and you have to be cool afterwards. Deal?" He told/asked me. "Yea okay. Whatever!" I said with an attitude. He smiles and helps me up. He tells me to go out side while he gets clothes on. I did as I was told. I had a strong feeling I was going to really regret this! But I wasn't a punk. I wasn't going back on my word. Roy comes out without a shirt, old jean pants, and old pair sneakers on. He gave me an old pair of of jean pants and sneakers. I put them on. "Are you shore you want to do this baby bro? You can back down now. I won't think any different of you. Ya got it?" He told me. I didn't back down. I knew I was about to get my ass kicked. Roy shook his head, "Okay. Lets do it!" I walked right over to him and swung with my right hand. Roy blocked it with his left hand and punched me in my stomach with his right hand. I stumbled backwards. As I stumbled he caught me with a right hook to my jaw. That pissed me off to the max! I started to swing wildly at him. I caught my big brother about 7 or 8 times. He then grabbed me by both of my hands and headbutted me. It knocked me out cold. I woke up with Roy's 6 and a half inched cock in my face while laying on the couch. I looked up and saw he was smiling. I sat up but he pushed he down and wouldn't let me up. "You don't like authority huh? Well now that your here... I am but I'm not you brother. I'm your master! Your my slave! And your court ordered to be here! You can't leave unless you ask. Don't worry I don't givva fuck about the pot! But what do you think boy?" He told me. "Uhhhhhhh.... um.... I...." I didn't know what to say. "Alright I understand. But I know you want my cock! I can tell by the way you stare at me. Don't you?" "Yea bro!" I said. "No it's yes sir master. You got it boy?" He demanded me. "Yes sir master!" "Now do you want ya master cock in ya mouth?" "Yes sir master!" "Good boy! Now put my cock in ya mouth!" My brother demanded me. I did as I was told. This was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth. So I swirled the head in my mouth. He pushed his hand on the back of my head. He wanted me to put more of his growing member in my mouth. I looked up at him worried. He looked down at me with loving and understanding eyes. He told me its okay and to take my time. I did. His cock grew to 10 and a half inches and was a bit thicker then the average man. I had all of him besides like 2 and a half or 3 inches. He held my head still and pushed the rest of his cock down my throat. This surprised me. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. He held my head on his cock. "Calm down and relax. Submit to me and everything will be okay." I looked up at him really scared. But he looked back down at me with the same loving and caring eyes. I gave in to him. Looking down at me Roy said, "Good now ya see it ain't so bad, is it?" I grunted to answer him. "Now suck and lick ya big brother's balls." He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I said okay and went to work on his big balls. I took his right nut into my mouth. I sucked and swirled it around my mouth. Roy was moaning loud and telling me how such a good job I was doing, and how much he loved me. I switched to the left nut. I did this for a half an hour. I looked up at my big brother, my master and smiled. He looked back at me, with the same smile I just gave him. He knew what I was thinking, "Not tonight Billy boy. I want to be inside you but your not ready yet. Now finish suckin on ya master's cock!" "Yes sir big bro... I umm... mean master!" Roy laid on the couch so I can get better access to his cock. So I put his cock back in my mouth. I pushed Roy's cock all the way down and held it there. He put his hands on my head and started to pump my mouth. It felt good to please him. He continued to pump my mouth with his rock hard rod. With each of his thrust I came down with it. We did this foe 20 more minutes. I felt Roy's cock pulse and twitch. He held my head where it was and pumped rapidly. I then felt a big gush of liquid go down my throat. It felt amazing and tasted even better. It tasted sweet, tangy, and salty. I loved that taste. He then let go of my head and pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, passionately, and lovingly. I loved this man that I hardly knew so much. And I wasn't mad at him at all. I love Roy and can't wait for him to teach me more tomorrow. Well that's for another story. Well see you next time.