I couldn’t help it, the excitement of seeing my big brother again after almost 7 years got me smiling from ear to ear. Paul and I were very close since I was just a kid. When my folks got divorced, Paul and I had to live with our dad, while my sister and another brother went to live with mom. Dad married the young flight attendant that he was fucking that led to the divorce, when mom caught him. I was only 11 then and Paul was 16. He probably figured that since it was just him and me, he had to take care of me, since dad was too busy with his bimbo who was just a few years older than Paul. Dad would fuck his new wife almost every night and they did it everywhere; the kitchen, the dining table, the living room; and they didn’t care if Paul and I saw them at it, since dad was quite an exhibitionist. Dad was very well built, looks a lot like Bruce Boxleitner, was close to 6', brown hair everywhere and an 8" fat uncut cock and solid big balls. Both Paul and I are built similarly now as we insist on being fit and work out regularly and play sports. Paul is a lot like dad, but I’m only 5'7" and my hair is darker. However, Dad had us both circumcised. I started remembering all the good times we had together despite the fact that dad didn’t care about us and mom lived several hundred miles away. Paul and I had to share a room. Everytime Dad and Brenda would get horny, which by the way, was all the time, they would just begin to strip and have sex. Once we were having dinner, Brenda teased Dad by sucking and licking a small baked potato and Dad got so horny that he pushed all the food off the table, pulled off Brenda's panties, dropped his boxers and started screwing her, not the least bit bothered that his sons were trying to have a decent meal. On occasions like this, Paul would take me upstairs to our room and tuck me in and would lovingly talk to me till I fell asleep as he ran his fingers gently through my hair. On several occasions, I would pretend to sleep so that he would go to sleep, as I’d be concerned that he had had a tiring day. That is when I’d see him next to me, in our bed, in the silhouette, stroking his boner, wanking himself to sleep. I asked him once what he was doing and he would tell me that I’d eventually find out for myself. He let me touch and stroke his cock and balls several times and I liked it. I liked it even more when he would let me lick the cum off his fingers to have a taste, but never directly his dick. Mind you, all this happened when I was only 11 years old. Then it happened one morning! My first hard-on! I woke Paul up and showed him my problem....Paul managed a devilish grin, half-asleep and told me to 'beat my meat' if I wanted to go to school without a tent in my pants. I’ve seen him jerking off many times before, so I did what he said. Paul decided he would join me, dropped his boxers and started to stroke his 8-inch cock in a systematic motion. Imagine, as I knelt in front of him as he sat at the edge of the bed, wanking together for the first time. Suddenly, he shot his hot load and it landed on my chest, my face and stomach. It came continuously. I took it with my finger and slurped it in. Then he said ' Adam, I let you taste mine...can I have the honor of tasting your first shot of cum'. I agreed and he led me onto the bed, took my hands off my cock, which was only a little over 5" then, grabbed it with his hand and shook it vigorously, with his tongue at my dickhead. Within moments, I shot my load. It wasn’t as much as Paul's. It landed on his tongue. He put his whole mouth over my dick and sucked it passionately. He smelled my balls, nudged it with his nose and smiled when he was done. He got up and sat next to me on the bed and said I didn’t have to go to school that day. Said he'd like to teach me a few things at home. Only minutes later, we were both hard again. Next, he asked me to shower with him. We stepped into the shower like several times before but this time, both of us had our hard cocks pointing right out at each other. We showered for a while got really wet and laughed a lot as we played in the water. Paul would pinch my nipples and had me do the same for him, and then told me to suck on his and work my way down to his belly button and then his 8-inch cock. This was my first blowjob that I was giving....I obeyed my brother's instruction carefully to please him, realizing the pleasures myself. He then pulled away his meat from my lips Then came the soap. Paul told me that he loved me very much and would like to be closer. I didn’t think we could be any closer. He also told me to tell him if I didn’t like what he was about to do. He said he'd only fucked girls before and it was his first time with a male person. He lathered up his cock and guided me to turn around. He fingered my butthole with his soapy finger. He rotated his finger inside for awhile as though he was trying to make the hole bigger. He must have succeeded because; he was able to put 3 fingers in by now. I felt his fingers slide out and his dick slowly slid in. It was painful like hell that my eyes started to shed tears, but somehow I didn’t want Paul to stop. When Paul realized he had as much as he could in my butthole, he started pounding, occasionally stopping to ask if I was okay. He reached to the front and grabbed my dick and masturbated me as he fucked me steadily and mumbled vulgar words. About 15 minutes later, I felt a warm gooey sensation inside me. Paul slowed down and I felt his member go limp slowly inside me as I came. He withdrew his dick 5inches limp now, turned me around and kissed me on the mouth. We kissed and hugged passionately as we washed up in the bathroom. I realized then how much I loved my big brother and continued having sex with him until I was 23 when he got married to his high school girlfriend. I was totally broken but I wanted him to be happy. I knew that I was the only guy he has had sex with, and that he still liked girls, namely his wife Joanne but he made it clear that sex with him will not be possible anymore as he believed that he has to be faithful to his wife. I liked her too so I left town so that my brother could build a married life and family. But I had become totally and wholely gay. Now that was 7 years ago. I 'm in love now with a wonderful guy I met in the city and have been living with him for the last 2years. It was quite a surprise when Paul called me up to tell me that he's finally had a son after trying all these years. So I decided to drive back to my little hometown to see the little kid and his dad, who I've missed dearly.....
