Peter arrived Friday evening around 9PM and announced he was staying until Monday morning. He has no classes on Mondays. My father was away at his weekly bowling game. It was quite warm and Peter decided to take a shower. From the living room where I was watching television, I could hear the shower since Peter had left the bathroom door open. Soon I heard the water being turned off and a few minutes later, Peter emerged with only a towel around his waist, hair still wet. What a sight! Peter is darker than me but has essentially the same build; well developed pecs, a narrow waist and I could tell under the towel as he passed in front of me, firm buttocks.
He sat on the other couch in the living room. This couch is at a right angle from the one I was sitting on. Actually, I was laying on it with my feet towards the other couch which meant that Peter was sitting facing me. His towel was rather short and he sat down with his legs wide apart. In doing so, I could see his cock and balls under the towel. His balls were hanging low between his legs and his uncut cock lay on top of them, flaccid. Even in that state it must have been five inches long. I didn't think he had realized that he was giving me a show, but I certainly wasn't going to tell him - I wanted to keep enjoying that show. I feigned being interested in what was playing on the TV and once in a while stole glances in my brother's direction. Soon my cock started stirring in my pants.
All of a sudden, my brother said: "Do you want to take a closer look?
I couldn't understand what he meant by his question and I blurted out "What" while at the same time realizing that he had properly caught me looking at him. My cock became just a little bit harder.
"My cock! You can't seem to take your eyes off it!" Replied Peter.
"I don't know what you mean!" I lied, not wanting my brother to think I was queer.
"You never knew how to lie convincingly." Responded my brother as he got up, removed his towel, and stepped closer to me. He came so close that I could smell his freshly washed body. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and those low-hanging balls. Up this close, I could tell that he shaved his balls. Peter started slowly rubbing his cock and it started to grow bigger.
"Why don't you let me see yours?" he asked. I hesitated, but then started removing my t-shirt, my jeans, my socks and then my underwear. By then my eight inch cock was standing at attention and oozing pre-cum. Peter reached down and started massaging my cock with his left hand. With his right, he guided my hand to his now fully engorged nine-incher! It felt weird and exciting at the same time touching another man's penis. I started pumping it and I watched his foreskin move up and down uncovering and then covering again his large mushroom shaped cock head.
Peter bent down and kissed me hard on my lips. He then moved down to my cock and placed it in his mouth. A man had never sucked me before then. A couple of my girlfriends had tried before but kept gagging on my cock. Peter was not having that problem! He first placed the tip in his mouth and swallowed all of it! I could feel the tip of my cock in his throat. What an incredible feeling! After a couple of up and down movements, I felt my balls tighten and yelled "I'm gonna cum!"
I tried pushing Peter away but he kept my cock in his mouth as it started shooting its load. He swallowed every drop. He then kissed me again and I could taste my own cum on his lips.
Peter then said: "Your turn!"
I started moving closer to him and just then we heard our father arrive in the garage. What incredible timing! We barely had enough time to get dressed before he walked into the house. I couldn't wait to get another opportunity to suck my brother's cock. I guess it would have to wait a little while.
My name is Michael and I am 19 years old. I have short blond hair, blue eyes, a slight muscular build and a smooth chest. I am in college right now but staying at my father's house to save money. My mother died several years ago and my father never remarried, and as far as I can remember he has not had any girlfriends since my mother's death. Maybe he has been very discreet. I have
The night that my 21 year-old brother Peter arrived from college for a visit, he had sucked me off in the living room and I was about to do he same to him when our father arrived from his bowling game. We barely had time to get dressed before he walked into the house. The three of us talked for a little while before heading to bed. My brother's bedroom was across the hall from mine
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