Grubby Big Brother
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Author: Anon
The author feels very strongly in not corrupting kids. The rest of you are delightfully corrupted and I welcome you. You are
therefore over 18 and horny....lovely!
[edit] 1
Here is a telegraphic background to my story. Mom died three years ago. We live in Flagstaff, Arizona. I am Jeff, sixteen, my brother, Johnny, is nineteen.
Johnny just managed to graduate high school. He is borderline "slow". He works in a body shop. His personal hygiene is non-existent. He lets his blond whiskers grow out fuzzy, he bathes about twice a month. He never combs his hair. But after saying all that, he is a beautiful guy, fantastic body and handsome face. He just doesn't know it. He is totally without ego.
We share a room. He sleeps nude and walks around in the morning cock either sticking out hard or flopping around. He stands by my bed talking to me, scratching his hanging balls. It drives me crazy because I have a real crush on him, besides loving him as a brother.
I picture him while wanking in the shower. I never saw him jerk off because I am a very deep sleeper. I know he does it because there is a hand towel always hanging at the bottom of his bed and each morning it is damp with cum. He must sure shoot a big load. Once I woke up at night and the room smelled from spooge, mixed with the acrid odor of his coveralls covered with paint.
What about Johnny and girls? I know he lusts after girls from the tit magazines he thinks he hides under the mattress in the bed he never makes. I don't think he could get a date, he's just too unkempt and smelly. He would be worth cleaning up, though.
He must be driven crazy for lack of sex and that must be why he whacks off nightly, maybe even other times in the dirty toilet of the body shop. Poor baby.
Johnny also drinks and smokes weed. I have been awakened as he staggers in at two in the AM, smelling from beer and his eyes red from the "J's". He is wrecked but he looks awful cute to me.
Last night he came in even more wasted than usual. He sat on his bed, his body sagging. I think he was trying to figure out how to get undressed and into the bed.
"Need help?" I called from my bed.
He groaned and began to slump. I thought he'd slide unto the floor and wake Dad. I got out and walked across the room and got him sitting up. "I'll get you in." I unzipped is odoriferous coveralls. They slide off his powerful shoulders revealing his smooth muscled chest. I could see his pits, blond/hairy and strong BO that made me dizzy. He felt back against his pillow, and began breathing heavily and snorting. I pulled off his greasy metal tipped shoes, removed his socks with the tips of my fingers (ugh!). Still I couldn't help noticing what beautifully shaped feet he had. Next came his underwear shorts.
Now he lay on his back, his big cock laying on his stomach his ball sack open to my view between his spread legs.
I know you think I a perv, but I couldn't help moving a finger onto his dick and feeling the softness of it. I jumped as he twitched in his sleep and reached a hand down to scratch. His hand landed on mine and he moved my hand on his crotch. I think in his sleep he was missing his nightly jerk off. I left my hand over his cock and he began to move my hand up and down. He prick hardened and lifted. He must have been crazy horny because the head was already damp and emitting lots of pre-cum. I moved my own hand under his, grabbing his cock in a traditional claw of masturbation. He began groaning in his sleep, his hips rising and falling in pleasure. He hissed and moaned as we both brought him toward orgasm. He cum was having a bit of trouble getting there. I guess he had too much booze and pot. His face was in a frown of concentration and he strove for the ultimate. I tried to help by flicking his erect nub.
Suddenly his body froze and he yelped. His knees lifted and his cock became even more rigid. Then the pre-cum changed to a heavy drip of cum then a moment passed and then a long string of ejaculate went from the piss hole of his cock to the bottom of his chin. He lurched again and another almost as long stream shot out. He continued moaning and crying out as two more streams erupted.
Finally he sank back in exhaustion and in a moment he was snoring. I took he trusty cum rag and wiped his body and before covering him, I caressed his chest, rubbing his nubs with my left hand while I jerked off into his own towel.
The next morning I opened my eyes and saw Johnny at the foot of my bed. He was studying me with a puzzled expression on his face. I lifted my head and looked at him. "You OK?"
"Yeah. I must have really been out of it. I hardly remember making it home and then I remember something very sexy. Uh, I dreamed it, I guess." He walked slowly toward the bathroom, scratching under his balls.
The next day was Saturday. Dad, believe it or not, had a date, the first since our Mom died. Johnny kidded him until I smacked his arm. "Shush, don't make him feel shy about this. It's good for him to get out."
"And get rid of that three-year rusty load he has," Johnny said. "Hey, do you think he spanks the monkey? Naw, he's too goody-goody. Still..."
Dad usually made dinner but with him out on a date Johnny and I cooked spaghetti and sausage. It was pretty good. We also drank some beers and I was a bit buzzed. Johnny seemed to find my stumbling funny and once he grabbed me as I threatened the table with one of my lurches. He held me longer than necessary and stared into my face. "With your soft white skin and slim bod you're prettier than a girl. This may sound crazy but did we ever mess around?"
I let out the breath I was holding. "Yeah, the other night. It was hot!"
"Would you like to...tonight?"
"Yeah, but first you got to take a bath."
He tickled me under the chin. "I'll shave too and wash the cheese out from my wiener." He left laughing at his own cleverness.
I took a book and lay on my bed reading. He must have been in the bathroom for almost an hour. It was worth it. He came into the room, fresh shaved, his face and body glowing with cleanliness. His hair was combed into a pompadour. I never noticed before that he had a pretty widow's peak. The most noticeable thing was that he had a stiff erection lopsidedly listing to the left. Cute. He came close to the bed and surprised me by settling in the bed, his sexy feet at my headboard and his cock in my face. I sat rigid, wondering what was next. Then I felt his tongue touch my prick. I jumped into a major hard on and then his lips surrounded the head. At this point I left all semblance of reason and moved to an animalistic plane. I sucked his cock into my mouth, licking and moving on it. I heard him moan around my penis as he mirrored my actions. The two of us suckled and grunted. Then Johnny backed off and spoke. "I'm one half inch from spewing. How should we handle this?"
"Do it into my mouth Bro, I want it."
He groaned in satisfaction and took my cock into his mouth again and vigorously slid up and down. I did the same with him. My hand were on his ass and I felt the muscles harden and his whole body lock, then the cum came and pulsated over and over again. In the middle of his orgasm I left loose and we both bucked and shot what seemed like a long time.
Finally it was over. He turned his body and joined me on my pillow. Our lips touched and then our tongues fenced. We were both still breathing hard.
Finally I was able to speak, "Next we try asses!"
"Jeff you are a slut. You have an outstanding ass. When?"
"Tonight, unless you have other plans."
End. You may wonder if the boys had had experience before this but I
believe not. Brothers just naturally fall into physical love when the time
is ripe.
[edit] 2
Several kind readers wrote me and suggested that I do not end this story with that one installment. So lovers, here it is!
Johnny and I did not have another session. There was no ass play as promised. He continued to keep his grooming up and I wondered if that was for me. Even his coveralls were washed each night and he left in clean ones for the body shop.
He didn't ignore me completely. He now adopted a kind of amused big brother attitude. He whistled if my ass was exposed and pinched me in the bathroom a couple of times but no real sex. Once the genii was out of the bottle I my lust for Johnny was like a fever.
About two days later he asked me if I would like to meet some of the guys at his job. I said OK but pictured these overweight middle-aged types you usually see in a body shop. Was I surprised?
"Hey guys, this is my little brother Jeff."
Yep, there were some long low whistles. What have we here? I thought. Is this the gay garage?
I looked around. Near the front of the shop I shook hands with a shy guy, Billy, who wiped his hands on his pants before shaking. I liked Billy's looks. I really liked them and I guess I held his hand too long while another guy near by hooted. Billy was short, about 5'6". He looked about fourteen but I learned later he was eighteen. His dirty blond hair hung over his pale blue eyes, that coupled with his baby, pouty lips, you had a combination of innocent sexiness that made my thighs warm.
I turned to the guy, who had hooted about my slathering looks at Billy, came over to meet me. Wes was his name, ass must have been his game. Do you ever notice how some guys asses look in coveralls? He had those sticking out perky and flesh shelf with a hollow at the back of the waist. Always a turn on for me on the guys at my high school.
"So you're the baby brother who turned Johnny into a hot item. He used to be the one we stepped around to avoid the smell. Now he is a daisy." He grabbed my hand and also my lower arm. Billy was the affectionate type. I like that too. This visit to the job was opening up a whole new world for me. Should I give up my academic plans to become a medical scientist and go in for body work? Those bodies I saw here need a bit of my working them.
I think I was breathing a little strongly as if I had been jogging instead of ogling. Johnny was at my elbow talking. I shook myself out of my sex fog and asked him to repeat. "Billy invited Wes and me and now you, you hot shit to a beer party at his uncle's cabin tomorrow night. Can you make it."
"I can make it and I hope I get maked." My English was going south with all this male pulchritude.
Johnny and I showered together the night of the beer bust. We were both hot and had pulsating stiffies, but we restrained ourselves, saving our spooge for the party.
Johnny parked his truck next to one other in front of the dimly lit cabin. As soon as we opened the door the smell of beer from the giant keg and what was spilled on the floor and emitted from the mouths of the drunken duo there. Wes was dressed in a pair of denim shorts, his chest bare. He had a pair of terrific legs, fuzzy with brown hair over great calf muscles and mighty thighs. His shorts showed his perky ass to perfection. He weaved over to me and put his arm on my shoulder. He sniffed my face, that almost make me shoot while I was still soft. (I know you have had that happen.) "Shave lotion? For us? How sweet!" He then told me to lift my arms. He grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it off in one motion. "Wow! Nice chest! Nice tits and pits!" I guess I blushed.
I looked across the room. There was Johnny wasting no time. His pillow lips were pressed against shy Billy's lips. In a moment they put their arms around each other and Billy was not too shy to reach around and squeeze Johnny's muscular ass.
They parted, both puffing and hot faced. I put my arms around both of them, kissed Billy on the cheek and slipped my hand up his T-shirt and caressed his nipples. I paused a moment and said to big brother, "Do you mind sharing a bit?"
"No knock yourself out. I'm going to roll some joints."
During the next hour we slowly got down to our under shorts, except for Johnny who didn't have any on. "I want to be up and ready," he had said giggling.
The shit was the most powerful I had every smoked. I was nicely tucked into a warm place, my cock at continuous erection. Wes came over to me. He had on low rise black briefs. His prominent cock showed he was half hard as it lay sideways the tip almost showing above the elastic. I reached out a lazy hand and stroked him. "Ah, that's good. Keep going, Jeffy."
I uncovered the monster. It was a beauty. Long foreskin completely covered the glans, making a sleek perfectly faultless tube. But my continued stroking proved that he had more to give as the head pushed out, moist and red.
He pushed his hips forward toward me. "Let's get this party really started. Lick it, kid."
'Kid?' Ridiculous, I was only two years younger than he was. But being an obedient boy I stuck out my tongue. I think he liked that because he moved closer and I could see he had put his eyes skyward in pleasure. So I licked again. Now we had sex lift off as he began moaning softly. I took the shaft into my watering mouth and held it there without moving. "Oh, Oh," he cooed, "Take it. Make me cum."
I opened my mouth and my throat muscles. I was going to give him a real thrilling suck. I put my hands on his hard muscular ass and pulled him toward me. With a great sigh he entered my hot mouth. Then I pushed forward and his whole cock slipped down my throat. This really set him off. He began moving his hips in a fuck motion and moaning loudly. I became aware that Johnny and Billy were moving closer to my line of sight.
"That's my little brother," Johnny said proudly to Billy. He has real talent. Wes won't last a moment more. Look at him. His eyes are rolling upward. His mouth is drooling."
I think Billy was catching the passion of the scene. He shucked his shorts with pictures of little devils. He grabbed his dick and began rubbing it slowly. I could hear his deep breathing from where I was, busy bringing Wes to heaven.
Billy came closer. He rubbed my back with his hot hand. Then reached in front and began flicking my nubs. I was panting around Wes's cock from the attention. Billy's ass was in the air and Johnny moved in. He positioned his cock and entered the target area. As his big head slipped in Billy cried out in surprise, then ecstasy. The room was noisy. Billy crying out as his hot button was being passed over and over by my brother's cock, Wes moaning and speaking gibberish and dripped spit on my face as I continued deep throating him. Then there was a humming of pleasure. That was me as I happily worked on Wes.
Soon Wes stopped moving. He cock grew stiffer and larger. His knees sagged. I help him up by his excellent ass. Then it was as if his cock drew in and then elongated. At the same time he began spewing and spewing into my mouth. I held him tightly as he mewed and bucked.
Around that time Billy unexpectedly shot a stream of cum right at me as he climaxed without touching himself, just from being fucked. Good old Johnny was right behind. I know my brother, he practically passes out from his cum. He fell over Billy's back and crowed and grunted like he was about to vomit. What a guy!
In about a few minutes we were all back to drinking beer and Johnny was lighting "J's" for us.
They all looked at me. "Hey," someone said. Jeff hasn't come." They all echoed "Terrible, what will he think of us?"
The three guys grabbed me. Billy had my legs and Wes my head. Johnny reserved my prick for himself. Billy sucked on my toes. I had never had something like this done to me. It was almost as good as a blow job. Wes turned my face toward him and stuck out his tongue. He forced it between my lips and moved it in and out like a fuck job. Meanwhile Johnny had my half hard cock between his lips, his tongue moving around the head. He took my balls in his hand and tenderly stroked them, then pulled on them gently. I was flying. A few more minutes of this I began looking for a place to land. The cum was rising, my thighs were locked. I threw my arms out on either side of me, clutched the fabric of the couch and stopped fighting. I let myself cum, my hips rising and falling rapidly. And then it hit like an express train. I think I blacked out a moment. When I opened my eyes, there were my pals smiling at me.
"I think the kid had a good time," said Billy.
"Oh yeah," offered Wes. I think left us for another planet for a moment.
"Was it as good as it looked?" asked Johnny.
I huffed and puffed a bit. "Naw it stunk. But keep practicing you guys until you get it right."
End
Some of this must hit me where I live because I was pretty hard while writing it. Hope it gives you a lift and a buzz. Anon