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Subject: He Never Knew I was his brother Title: He never knew I was his brother Email: niq Author’s Note: DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free for us only because there’s people donate to keep it running. If you could be as kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. I’d hate to see this place disappear. Feedback and such to niq. Interesting title, huh? Well, it’s true. He never asked my name. He never saw my face. I don’t think he even thought to make the connection. But, last night, my older brother fucked me. My name is Dade, and I am 15. I’ve known I was gay since I was 12. I am 5’4″, pretty slim, but track is helping me build some muscle. Like every guy in my family, I’ve got sandy blonde hair, floppy style, and grey eyes. My Dad always said that the men in our family were all just clones. When my older brother (he’s 17 now) was my age, and I was 13, people often thought we were twins. I had puberty early, he had it late, so for a while we were pretty similar in height and stuff. Anyway, now that you have some of what we look like, you should know that we are pretty independant. Mom has been raising us alone since Dad died a couple years ago, and to be honest, it kind of made the family broken. Jamie and I use to be best friends, not just brothers. Mom used to spend every night with us, helping with homework and making great meals. After Dad died, she had to take on another job, and Jamie become one of those ‘can’t be bothered’ teenagers. I fell into the ‘latchkey’ kids group. Most nights it was microwave meals and internet surfing. Online, I made friends quickly. I had found some Warcraft chat sites, and eventually, I found some ‘other’ chat sites. At first, I wouldn’t log in – only anonymous, because I was only 15, and I didn’t want to get in trouble. Pretty quickly, the fear wore away. I was off and running – with no one to even really stop me or care. I set my profile as “18 and looking to chat”. Every time I would log in, I would get slammed with messages. They all wanted to see what I looked like, what I was ‘into’. Well, porn taught me how sex worked, but I wasn’t sure what I was ready for, or what I was ‘into’ – and I certainly couldn’t put a picture up; people would really know I was too young. So, most of the time, I just looked at profiles, and sometimes I would let me hand sink to my baseball shorts. It didn’t take much for my 5″ to get hard, but I had gotten pretty good at holding out. I could sometimes go for 45 minutes before the wave took over. I don’t know what it’s called, but you know that feeling where you get to the edge, and you either have to stop completely, or just jerk it harder and let it explode? Yea, well, I had mastered the ability to pace myself, and I could even get to that edge a couple times and slow down without getting my hand all messy. Like I said, most of the time, I just looked. I ignored the requests, and I never initiated anything. At least, until 4 months ago. My favorite chat site had added a new feature – distance. I couldn’t believe how many guys were so close! According to the computer, there were 3 guys within 1000 feet! In a big city, that would be far, I suppose, but I lived in small town surrounded by farm land in the MidWest. If people were within 1000 feet? That meant they lived here! I had to investigate. It took a few times for me to get some courage, or even what to say. All three profiles had no pics on the pubic part – you had to ‘connect’ to them to start chatting or sharing pics. But I knew how this worked. Either they had to directly share their pics, or I had to start the process and ask them to ‘unlock’. And, well, I’ve tried it before. To get a pic from a guy, they want one first. I had to take some selfies. I set my phone on the dresser and took a couple shots. I was just wearing my normal summer clothes, a logo T and my basketball shorts. Physically, I looked good. I had some muscle on my arms, and my legs were showing signs of improvement. I still had to walk to school everyday, so that helped me look pretty cute. But, I still looked young. Too young. These wouldn’t work. I took a few more, this time without the shirt. Then just in my jocky shorts. Mom still bought me Fruit of the Loom, but I got to pick some colors last time, so I stripped down and swapped a couple colors. Over all, the pictures turned out great. I cropped out my face, and started to upload them. I left them locked, and got back to the chat. Surprisingly, one of the three guys close by was online. I figured I would start with him first. Now, I’m sure you know how this all works. I looked at his public profile, and drew a blank. What was I going to even say? It says he’s 19. Into hiking and football. Bi-Sexual. 5’11” and 180 pounds. This guy even posted his junk at 7″, and vers. Luckily, I didn’t have to. While reading the profile, the computer beeped. I had a message. “Hey,” the message said, “I was looking at your profile and thought I’d say hi. You seem pretty close by, and around my age. Don’t worry, I just moved here last year, so I don’t know any recent graduates. I was hoping I could see your photos, and maybe chat up sometime. Unlock if you want, and I’ll do the same.” I blinked. I mean, this is what I was looking for, right? We a single click, I unlocked my shirt pic and my shirtless pic. I breathed a bit heavy and typed slowly. “Hey, yeah, so I unlocked a couple pics. I’m pretty new to this, but hope you share some too. I’d be happy to chat.” Send. I had never actually talked to another gay guy before. I didn’t really know what to talk about. I was pretty boring. The screen blinked, and a chat window appeared. “Hey.” I responded with, “Sup.” “Nice pics – I unlocked mine.” I clicked away to his profile and took a look. He was… hot. The first picture was him with a dog, at some lake. He had dark hair with dark eyes, and a natural smile. He was in a tank top as well, and I noticed that he had very nice arms. I clicked into the next picture, and my draw dropped. He was standing in a bedroom, and his arm was draped over his head. With this stance, you could see the muscles of his shoulders, and chest. I scrolled down, and moved my eyes from his shirtless chest, down to his… Jockstrap. I couldn’t believe it. He was almost completely naked in this shot. I got hard immediately, and flipped back to the chat. “Did you get them?” was waiting in the chat window. He has asked if I had seen the pictures. I typed back to him that I had, and the chat began. We started talking about everything. At one point, we got on to the topic of sex, and I guess that was enough to get him horny too. He asked me to unlock the rest of my photos. I had the underwear pics ready, so I breathed heavy. His name was Joe, and he was only about 3 blocks from me. Unlocked. The chat went silent for a couple minutes. “How old.. did you say you were?” I froze. I couldn’t answer. I just stared at the screen. Another message came in. “Cuz, if you’re not quite 18 yet, that’s cool. I just, like, don’t want to get into trouble. Can you send a face pic?” I logged off. In fact, I shut the whole computer off. My hard on was gone, but his body and face didn’t leave my mind. I went to bed that night very confused. It was still summer, so when I woke up the next morning, the house was empty. Mom was likely at job 2, and Jamie was never home anyway. I went back to the computer and got logged in. My email had beeped at me, and I had 3 messages. All of them were from the chat site. I had 3 missed chats. I felt myself go a bit pale, but my fear was overrun by my curiosity. I had to know what Joe had said. I logged in, and sighed. He wasn’t online today, so at least I didn’t have to talk to him. I clicked into my messages. The first one was an ad for a penis enlarger. The next, a guy had sent me a picture of his.. backside. gross. Finally, @HandyJoe’s email. “Hey buddy – didn’t mean to offend you. Your pics looked like you were not really 18, but I don’t care. We had some great chat – wanna meet up? I don’t even need a face pic. Just don’t know many gay dudes here, and you seemed cool. If you’re into it, I’ll be at the Cafe Rialto today at 11am. You don’t even have to tell me you are there. If you want to talk to me, just come by my table. If you aren’t into it, just leave. I’ll be drinking a coffee and reading on my kindle. I’m wearing a football shirt, 96. – Joe” I clicked off the window and went to the kitchen. All through my breakfast of cheerios and a banana, I thought. And thought. It was really cool of him to give me an option. He didn’t know my face. I could be anyone. I could see if he was real, and he’d never know. What could it hurt? At 10:30, I was showered, styled, and ready. I had found my nicest Star Wars T-Shirt, and wore some khaki shorts. Rialto was only a few blocks away, so I hopped on my bike and rode over. Rialto was on Main St., and there was a lot of bike posts to choose from. The town wasn’t ever busy, but today, there were enough people that I blended well. I decided on a spot just across the street, so at Rialto, I could see my bike. I crossed at the walk, giving me about 50 feet from the entrance. Each step was harder and harder. I was going to meet a cute guy? I don’t know if I could! But, it’s just coffee. I’ve been here a few times, with my family, and some friends after school. I had 15$ in my wallet. Just do it, Dade. I walked in and looked at the clock. It was 10:42am. Shit! I am way too early! Waiting in line, I looked around. There was a man in a suit, maybe a real estate agent, in the window, tapping away on his laptop. On the other side, a woman, maybe Chinese, sipping a tea. No 19-year olds. The man in front of me started his order, and I rolled my eyes. It was clearly his first time at a coffee shop. As I was listening, I heard the barista try desperately to help him. “Sir, do you just want what you had last time? I think you had a…” Time froze for a minute. The barista. Dark Hair. Dark Eyes. 96. Wide shoulders and a tight shirt. “…Awe, Joey, you’re always so good to me! Thanks, my boy! I know it’s only 4.35$, but here’s 5$. Keep the change.” Oh. Oh! Joey? JOEY? JOE! He was an employee! I couldn’t help it. It was all clicking together, and I wasn’t ready to meet him. I turned to walk out, but a couple of girls had lined up behind me. “Uh, sir? Sir?” I was looking towards the door, and one of the girls waved her hand at me. “He’s ready for you, kid,” she said. I flinched, registering both the voice behind me from ‘Joe’ as well as the girl – she called me a kid. My heel forced me around, and there I was. Face to face. I could feel my face turn three shades of red. “Hi, welcome to Rialto. What can I make for you today, sir?” I couldn’t help it. I looked up at him, and he smiled. He turned a bit, motioning to the menu. “Any ideas?” My mouth went dry and I followed his eyes up to the board. “Mocha. Iced?” I said. “Sure thing. $4.27.” He took my money, and I dropped the rest of the coins into the ‘tips welcome’ jar. With a sharpie marker, he began writing, but he spoke each word. “Large… gaziantep travesti Mocha… Dade.” I looked up at him again and I think I died. “Did I spell it right?” He winked and showed me the cup. I could only nod. He knew who I was. I sat on the far side of the cafe, and when my name was called, a young woman handed me my coffee. Joe was… gone. It wasn’t even 11. I sat back down and scratched at the markings. With the condensation of the drink, my name had already turned into “Dau”. My mind clicked into gear, realizing I had already blown it. He saw that I was too young and bolted. Why am I still here? I should go. “Sorry about that, you got here a bit early – my shift doesn’t end until 11.” There he was, standing in front of me, pulling his apron over his head. His hair, caught in the neck band, pulled a bit. It was wrapped up, and I noted that it was actually much longer than I saw in the photos. I still couldn’t get my mouth to work, and apparently my legs were stuck too. He continued, “I mean, so Hi. I’m Joe. You are, Dade, right? From online? I didn’t ever get that face pic, so I just.. I mean, we don’t get a lot of teens here this early. Am I.. right?” He stuck out his hand. He was right. I couldn’t run from this. He knew who I was. So, with shaky knees, I stood up to shake his hand. But, I tripped over my own feet. He dropped the apron, and with arms of steel, I was tight in an embrace. He giggled a bit. “Well, that’s a hello if I ever had one. Why don’t you have a seat. Can I join you?” Can someone die twice in one day? I nodded as I recovered back to my seat. “So, Dade, I’m Joe.” Courage, Dade. “You already said that.” I smiled. “Yes, I did. How old are you, buddy?” I sipped the coffee, and stared at the straw. “I’m… 15.” “Honest?” “Honest.” I looked up at him, and he slid back to his chair, leaning and stretching his arms. They met at his hair, where he tightened the tie-back that was holding his hair behind him. He leaned forward again. “You know, that’s pretty risky.” I nodded, and felt my body rise from my chair. “I get that – I can go. I mean, thanks for saying hi and all, I won’t bug ya or noth-” “I didn’t say you had to go anywhere.” He said. His hand touched mine, and I froze. He pulled back immediately, and I felt a shock. A thrill. Right. To. My. Junk. “If you want, let’s talk a bit.” So we did. Soon, it felt very comfortable. Just like the computer, he and I found a whole layer of things to talk about. His voice was smooth, and his body movements were very sexy. He got us both refills, making sure that anytime he had the chance, he would touch me. His leg slid against mine, and his hands would caress me each time he took a drink. I wasn’t blind. I knew this was flirting. Then, it happened. “Hey Dade. I was thinking. Would you.. wanna come over sometime? I mean, I can’t hang out much longer today, but I’d love to have you over. Maybe watch a movie or something?” I couldn’t believe it. Was he asking me on a date? Yes! Yes! Dade, say yes! I nodded quickly, and he laughed. “Ok, so that’s a yes. Here’s the thing… you’re 15.” My smile faded. He looked from side to side, leaning in toward me, “…So if you do come over, you can’t tell anyone. I mean, it could get me in trouble to hang out with you.” I smiled again. “Joe. That’s cool. I promise. I have no one I would want to tell anyway. I’m not really… out.” He seemed ok with this, and we finished our coffee. As he mentioned, he did have to go to another job, but we agreed to meet Thursday. I raced home high on coffee, and curious about what Thursday would bring. Well, I didn’t have to wait long. The next couple days flew by, and Joe and I had text-messaged about a million times. He told me that he still lived with his Dad, but that he worked factory-shifts, and that I’d be ok to stop by after 6pm. He kept reminding me that I shouldn’t tell anyone, and that whatever we do has to be MY choice. I had to ask to come over. I had to ask to bring a movie. he also told me that he would always be honest with me, and that he had another buddy he hangs out with. I didn’t know what Joe and I were, but I assumed that Joe meant that he had like a boyfriend or something. I was a little hurt when I first heard that, but I also kind of got it. I mean, he’s 19 and has a car. He can do whatever he wants. I told myself I wasn’t going to get jealous or mad or anything, no matter what. Thursday. Was. Awesome. I got to his house with a copy of Back to the Future III on USB. We made popcorn, and loaded the file. After about 15 minutes, he had his arm around me. Ten minutes after that, he was kissing me. I was nervous, but he kept telling me how good I was doing. I could feel his body on me as his hands adjusted me on the couch. He was almost completely on top of me now, his lips and tongue exploring my mouth, his hands rubbing on my body, and brushing on my junk more than once. And trust me, I was hard. There’s no way he didn’t notice. He lifted off me for a moment, and I made eye contact. He smiled, and slid his hips down, grinding against me. I could feel him, his own jogging shorts loose. His hard dick was pressed against my thigh. “Dade, I’m not usually a top, and I really want to get head from you.” His tone changed, a bit more serious. “But from our chats, I am guessing you really want to know what it all feels like, right?” He pulled up off me and brushed his hands through my hair. I looked at his deep dark eyes, and nodded. “I have seen porn. I kind of want to know what it all feels like, so I know, you know?” He smiled. “Ok, so, I have an idea. What would you say to a trying a three way?” I blinked. “Yea, so, I’ll suck you. You can suck me. I have a buddy that usually tops me, but I’d let him have you this time. Then, if you want to try it, you can fuck me? I mean, not right now.. but when you’re ready for the full experience?” I was really horny at this point, and we had chatted about his friend before. I didn’t know this guy, but I really wanted to try things. “OK, but I don’t know this guy. Can we make sure he.. goes slow?” “Of course. I personally promise you – he’s great at what he does. You will love it.” He came back to my chest, and the kissing continued. His hands went down to my dick, now getting hard again. He turned to my neck, whispering, “I’m gonna blow you. I want to taste your cum. ” And it happened. He pulled on my shorts, his breath on my cock making it pulse. “Wow, good size,” Joe whispered. Of course, I blushed hard, but he didn’t see it at this point. His mouth opened, and he licked lightly – kissing my abs, and pelvis, until his hand guided my dick to his mouth. I gasped on the first sensation of another man on my dick. It was overload. His throat easily took my 5″, and before I knew it, my hips were bucking in place. Joe knew the signs, and pushed down all the way. Not even 5 minutes after he started, I was pulsing my cum his mouth. He took it, all of it. I panted as I came down from the high. He pulled up to my face and looked me in the eyes. “That was amazing, Dade. You taste like banana pudding. I love it.” I laughed at him, thinking of my dick dipped in pudding, and feeding him with it. But I wasn’t done. I wanted to try him out. The wave of pleasure was still there. I was 15, and the horniness was in full force. I tried to lift up, to push him back a bit. He was stronger than me and he knew it. He smirked, “You want to see if I taste like pudding, don’t you?” I pushed harder, and he let me win. His back slid against the other side of the couch, and his legs unfolded from behind. I had no idea what I was doing, so I just went with what he had done to me. I reached to him, my hands resting on his abs. I started to slide his shirt up. I could see he was already hard, just from the tent in his shorts, but he worked my body first, and I wanted to do the same. He arched his back to let me lift his shirt, and I couldn’t help but sigh at what I saw. He was fit; His abs flexed when he moved, and his skin was tan. I leaned down, and he pulled my chin to his face. He kissed me again, and I felt myself melt against him. When we parted lips, he spoke. “Dade, you ok to try this? I’m a bit bigger than you.” He whispered softly. I responded by pulling from his lips. I didn’t make eye contact this time. Instead, I kissed his chest. Then his abs. Then his stomach. His waistband was straining as my chin scraped against it. I looped my finger inside the band, and pulled forward. Without much warning, his hard-on sprung from its prison, and popped up at me. I stopped for a second. I could only see the tip, but it looked wet. Feeling pretty bold, my thumb slid to the tip. I touched it, then brought the sticky liquid to my nose. “It’s pre-cum,” he explained. “I make a lot of it when I am horny. It’s just like, you know, guy lube.” I touched the clear fluid to my lips. I closed my eyes, then licked my lip. It was salty. But it was good. I wanted more. I re-adjusted my grip and pulled on his waist. He lifted, letting his pants and underwear pull away. There, in slow motion, was Joe’s hard cock. It was big. Well, to me anyway. Bigger than mine by at least an inch. I couldn’t breathe. I looked up at Joe, and he smiled, biting his lip slightly. He wanted more, too. I took hold of it. It was so warm. So hard. At the touch, it pulsed again, and another bead of wetness leaked out. Out of instinct alone, my tongue slid out, and my head bowed down. I took the pre-cum directly on my tongue, and let it in my mouth. If I was ever going to do this, it was now. I hesitated, and he noticed. His hand stroked my hair, and pulled me closer. “I’ll guide you. Just… watch your teeth.” He pulled my head down, and I opened my mouth. My eyes closed. I am not sure why, but it felt right. The tip hit my tongue, and i closed around him. He was right, he was big. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat right away, but he wasn’t done pushing. “It may make you gag at first, but that will help you lube up. You’ll need the saliva.” I did gag. He pushed to the limit, then pulled my head back. I relaxed my neck, and he controlled me again. Down, then up. Each time, I felt the back of my throat tighten. Even though I sputtered and coughed, he was persistent. I knew this would happen, and he knew I needed to feel it. He did this for a few more thrusts, his arm holding tight and his hips moving back and forth. Then, he stopped, and pulled completely out. “Stud, you got me close. IF I keep going, you’ll get a lot of cum. Did you want to try to eat it?” I was amazingly horned up by all this. I would have done anything he said at this point. With tears in my eyes, and a little bit of drool on my chin, I nodded. “Please, Joe. I want to taste it?” He didn’t need anything more. His cock slid right back into my mouth, and his hips started to pump back and forth. He let go of my neck, but his hips didn’t stop. “Dade, I need you to open that throat, ok? Let me in baby. I don’t want to hold you, cuz I don’t.. want… you… to… choke…” He pumped with each word, and soon I found myself pushing my head down on his cock. He was harder than I felt before, and his movements got jerky. I knew that motion – I did the same thing only a few minutes before. I squeezed my eyes tight, and prepared. He moaned, “Oh baby. I’m gonna shoot. I’m gonna feed you, Dade. You want it? It’s coming. It’s… It’s… Ahh!” His orgasm and moans came three or four seconds before I felt the first volley. gaziantep masaj salonları The next moment was intense. It was like a milkshake had exploded in my mouth. A thick, hot load of cum shot straight back into my throat, and I coughed and sputtered. I pulled back a little, but I didn’t want to miss it. He pulsed three or four more times, and the cum filled my cheeks. I could taste a bite – a tart, but sweet, cream. There’s really no describing the taste. But, I think I liked it. His arch relaxed, and he breathed a heavy sigh. “You can swallow it if you want, buddy.” I smiled, his cum still in my mouth. I swallowed. It was good. And a lot. He pulled me to him, we rested on the couch, holding on to me. As we relaxed, he hit play on the movie. We watched again, just relaxing against each other. Nothing needed to be said, it was perfect. I left that night tired and happy. When I got home, Jamie was on the couch, channel surfing. I noticed that he had a bandage on his leg, and it was elevated. “Hey Jamie, what happen to your leg?” I asked, leaning against the door frame of the living room. “I got a tattoo. It’s gonna piss Mom off, but I don’t care. It’s awesome.” He pulled back the white gauze to reveal a.. Batman logo? My buddy Jason did it for free! He’s learning how. Hey – wait. Where have you been, Spaz? You’re always home before me…?” I said nothing, just walked to my room and closed the door. He didn’t follow, and soon I heard the TV theme music again. I laid in bed, and I slept very soundly that night. The next few days, Joe had to work, so we couldn’t chat much, and we couldn’t hang out. He sent me a few dirty pictures, and I got bold and sent him one too. Like this morning. At about 7am, he asked me to send him something he could suck on. When I work up at 930am, I laughed at the idea, but I did have my morning wood. A quick snap and send. Then, to get rid of the morning annoyance, I flipped back to a few pictures Joe had sent. I came quick, into the same sock I always use. Man, it was crusty. He didn’t see it until after 11am. “Damn! I didn’t think you were serious! I opened that on my break! LOL” I laughed, and rolled out of bed. Jamie was in the kitchen, on his laptop. As usual, he was in a mood, but I thought I’d say hi. He didn’t feel the same. “Go away spaz.” I looked over at his phone. He was blowing up someone’s text, that’s for sure. Just on glance, I saw him type out ‘gotten any in weeks’. I was pretty sure he was talking to one of his girlfriends, and clearly, it was about sex. Back when we were close, he used to tell me all the details of his dates. Who he went out with, what base he got with her. All that stopped, and I never even heard when he lost his virginity. Which is sad, because I really wish I had someone I could talk to about Joe. Or at least, what getting laid feels like. While making my pop-tart, I heard his phone vibrate. He was still doing something on his laptop and didn’t grab his phone. The pop-up only said “I got you covered. Tight. Next…” But he grabbed his phone. “Get out of my shit, spaz!” I rolled my eyes and left him in the kitchen. He can deal with his blue balls by himself. The day rolled on. I took a swim, then I checked some porn. I got another text from Joe, then ran an errand. After, I jerked off two more times that day. I wanted to touch Joe. To see him. I knew he was working, so I didn’t want to over-text him. He wasn’t my… boyfriend. So, I just had to wait. I got a reply from him around 8 that night. “Sorry – busy work. Also, my buddy wants that 3S if U R still into it. He’s gentle.” I blinked. He was serious about that 3Some stuff? I thought about a reply. I was still interested in knowing what sex felt like. With only a couple gays in town, this would be my only chance, maybe even until college. I tapped a message back. “Yeah, ok. But I’m scared. I don’t want anyone but you to know about me. Plus, you said I m too young to tell anyone.” The room had darkened a bit without the sunset shining in. Netflix had been paused, and the room was only glowing from the light of my phone screen. The familiar dots flicked, letting me know he was typing. “Totally understand. I’ll make sure he doesn’t C U.” I contemplated how that would work, but agreed to the idea. I had questions. “Is it.. big?” I asked. “Will it hurt?” “It’s… not bad. I think you’ll like it. Did you try to do what I asked you today?” Yes, I had done what he asked. As embarrassing as it was, I went to Walley’s Drug Store, and told them my brother had a blockage. They sold me an enema bag, nozzle and tube. From the internet, I learned how to use it, and was all cleaned out. “Yeah. It’s weird.” I replied. “I know, but without it, it’s gross. AnyWay. How’s this Thursday?” I was starting to see a pattern. “Sure.” When Thursday came around, I stopped by Joe’s house at the same time. He let me in, but also took my bike around back. I nodded when he lifted the bike. Anonymous. No clues. I get it. I sat on the same couch where just a week before, I had my first taste of sex, with a man who was gentle and hot. I had used the enema bag, and I even skipped lunch, to make sure I was all ready. Joe told me that we could relax, that his buddy was working until 7, and had to shower. He turned on some music, and got me a coke. Joe sat next to me, and kissed me. Slowly. Deliberately. “Dade, you ok with this? I think you’ll really like it. I mean, I think it will be hot to share you with my buddy. And the best part is that I get to kiss you and you can suck me all the while, so you get it all… but, you have to be ok with it.” I nodded, but held on to him. “I’m excited to try it. I know it’s gonna hurt, so I am glad you will be there. And I kinda want to taste you again. But, how will he not see me?” With that, Joe hopped up. “Ahh, yes. I had a plan.” He reached behind the couch, and pulled out a bag. Inside, he took out a few things. He lined them on the table, explaining each one. “First, lube. You’ll need it. Next, a jockstrap. See, we don’t need him to see your dick, and I don’t want you to cum until he’s done.” I picked up the jock. It was blue, and looked like just my size. “Then, there’s the mask.” He laid out a zorro mask. I put it to my face and felt the material. “It will cover your face, but still let you use your mouth.” Finally, I saw him pull out a small brown bottle. I looked at him funny. He smiled, and pulled me close to him. “These are called poppers. It’s like a pheromone that makes you relaxed. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.” A little after 7, his phone lit up. It was almost time. He began to strip, asking me to do the same. I took off my shirt, but paused so I could watch him. His body tightened as his shirt went over his head, and in one motion, his pants came down. His dick was already half-hard, and was pointing towards me. He didn’t really notice, but I couldn’t help but stare at him. He turned and bent to pick up his clothes. For the first time, I saw Joe, all 360 degrees, naked. He turned to me, expecting to get my clothes. I snapped out of my gaze, and he smiled at me. “Strip, Sailor,” he commanded with a smirk. I stood up and took off my clothes, handing him each. For a moment, we were both naked, and just stood there. In the next moment, he swooped down to kiss me. I gasped, but accepted it. “I really like you, Dade.” He disappeared with the clothes, and called out to put on the mask and the jock. I was all dressed and ready when he came out of his room. He came out in a matching jock and mask. “Didn’t want you to have ALL the fun.” He said. We plopped on the couch, and he changed the music over to his laptop screen. The TV lit up, and a full size shot of a naked man, standing in front of another, giving him head. It was paused, but ready. I turned to him, and he shrugged. “My buddy likes porn. Plus, we need noise so your moans won’t be recognized…” His arm wrapped around my shoulder, and he asked once more, “You sure you’re ok with this?” I just nodded and nudged my head to his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me, and he kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him, and he was peering down at the back of my body. His eyes met mine, and leaned downward. I reached up, and we kissed again. “I like you too, Joe…” I whispered. He pulled away, and repositioned himself on the floor. I tensed a little, but he gave me a knowing look. “I need you to turn around and face the couch, on your knees. I am going to prep you for your first cock.” I did as he asked. My head was to the back of the couch, and I could see across the room into the small galley kitchen. There was a light on, but the rest of the room was very dim. The only window in the kitchen gave me a view of the light outside, and I realized it was getting pretty dark. Without warning, my subtle mind-drift was snapped back to reality as Joe’s strong hands spread my ass and his tongue edged up my hole. I gasped as I felt the scruff of his chin hit my taint, and his wet mouth circled me. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was feeling as he worked. I naturally flexed and tightened, this new feeling unfamiliar to me. He pulled away, and in a gentle voice, “Dade, I need you to relax. Just like the prep work, you need to loosen up. Let me in that sweet hole, baby, ok? I want you to be ready.” I arched my back and thought about the videos I had watched earlier. Porn makes it look so easy, and when I had learned to douche, I realized that my hole was really tight. It took a while for me to learn how to relax, to un-tighten that hole. I concentrated on that effort, and remembered how easy it was to get the enema hose inside once I had let myself trust it. And I trusted Joe. A lot. He was safe. And he was making me feel so good with that tongue. He licked and prodded for a while, and it turned me on to feel his face worshiping my body like that. It was only when he pulled away that I opened my eyes. I turned, and he was on his knees behind me. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my euphoria wearing off. He slapped his hands on his thighs, his smile broad. He shook his head slowly, and admitted, “Well, I kinda want you. First. I want to be the one who gets you.” I angled my body and looked at him directly. “I do too. Always have.” He didn’t need more encouragement. In no time, he was standing up, pushing my head back to the couch. On my knees, he slid my middle-back down to arch my ass upward. He was too tall, even in that position, so he pushed my head down further. I couldn’t see or hear very well now that I was face first in the cushion, but I could feel his hand on my hip. I could hear the bottle of lubricant ‘pop’ open. In a moment, I felt his hand slide on my hole, the lube now warm to the touch, sliding up and down. “Dade, I’m not good at this, but I am hard as hell, and I want to be the first inside you. I will go slow, but you need to try REALLY hard to relax, ok?” He pleaded. I muffled an ‘uh huh’, and felt it. His fully hard cock was pushing slowly at my ass. I grit my teeth as I felt his wide head spear into me. In a single motion, everything went white as the intense pain of entry happened. His dick, now only in by a head, had gotten through my tight sphincter, and I couldn’t breath. It was SO painful, that my body didn’t even understand. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. He felt my lock up, and spoke. “Baby, you have to relax. You are SO tight I can’t move. You have to push out a bit, like you’re going gaziantep escort bayan to shit, ok?” My breath came back to me, and I widened my eyes. Push, ok. Push. I tried. I felt myself push, and then… relief. At least, a little. My body was aware of this large rod inside me, and it was big! But, I adjusted a bit, and felt him slide in deeper. He kept pushing, and i felt something change. In that moment, he grazed against something, and my whole body shivered. It was… amazing. I found myself pushing back on him a bit. A groan came from my mouth, and it was deep. “Looks like I found your G spot, Baby Boy.” Joe chuckled. I didn’t know what that was, or why it helped, but it was… amazing. His cock slid along, in and out, hitting that spot each time. I didn’t even notice that my own cock had sprung to attention. He got into a rhythm, his cock going in and out, and I was in another world, until… “Start without me, boys?” said a muffled voice. I didn’t look up, but Joe stopped pumping. He pulled out of me, slowly, but completely, before he spoke. “Hey Ja- err- bro. It’s his first time, I thought I would get him ready a bit. Don’t worry, he’s still plenty tight for you.” Joe said. There was a tone in his voice that I found odd. Joe didn’t usually explain himself. He was very much a, ‘it’s what i do’ kind of person. The stranger, ‘Jay’, spoke. “That’s cool man, I hope he’s ready, cuz I have a 3 day load waiting. Thanks for setting this up, Joe. I really need it.” I felt Joe trace my body as he walked behind the couch. In a simple motion, he swung his legs over, his ass on the ledge of the couch, putting my head just below his cock. I could smell the sex above me, my head still pushed into the cushion. He pulled at my shoulders, getting me back on all fours. My ass in the jock was still out in the air, but I now was arched with my mouth at Joe’s cock, and my hands along his legs. It was the perfect position to suck on him while this ‘Jay’ was behind me. Joe settled in, commenting. “Look, bro – he’s new. He’s only 15. Go easy on him, and be nice.” This new guy spoke again, laughing a little. “He’s 15? Shit, good thing he can’t see me. You may want to go to jail, but I don’t. Fuck.” Joe stroked my hair, but kept my head down. Now that I could hear the new guy, I couldn’t help but think it sounded familiar. Who was that? “Yeah, so he’s 15, but he’s cool. Don’t worry. You won’t know him and he won’t know you. Besides, we’ve done plenty in the past, and no one ever figured it out, not even your girlfriend…” “Yeah, well, guys can’t get pregnant. And they are tighter. So, let’s do this. I get to cum in him, right?” Joe nodded, I could feel it. “Just let me know when you’re close, I want to blow at the same time.” The man behind me rustled a bit, likely taking off his pants, and I could hear him approach. his hands started on my back and slid down to my ass. He sighed and whispered, “pre-lubed, such a small ass, this is gonna be fun.” I felt his dick against my crack, sliding up and down. He didn’t enter me, but rather rubbed against my whole ass. I could hear him breathing and I could feel his hands on my hips. He was about 7″ I think, but I still hadn’t been able to see. Joe pulled at my chin, coaxing me to his dick. It was already hard, and I let it in my mouth immediately. Joe gasped as I took him into my mouth, and I had learned that he liked me to go down all the way, so I breathed out and slid down as far as I could go. He tensed, and his head flipped back. He loved it. He pulled my head back, looking down at me. I repeated the deep dive again, and he groaned in pleasure. The man behind me chuckled, and I heard the cap flip. He poured the lube between my ass and his dick, both of use getting sticky with it. his hand came to his cock, and I could feel him pushing his dick around my hole. But I had to see it. I tried to turn my head, but Joe reach forward and held it against his crotch. He whispered, “Anonymous, remember?” I nodded and looked down. A beautiful cock was pointing at my face, and I was getting hungry. I lapped at his veiny shaft, and he pulled his head back. His arms, once holding my head to him, now pulled back to the top of the couch, to hold him in place. I licked up and down, and then sucked on the tip. Just as I was going down on him, a sharp, shooting pain came from behind. I yelped, and my stomach heaved. My face pulled away from Joe’s dick and my eyes screamed to him. He looked down at me and, realizing what happened, wrapped my head into his abs. In a single shove, the stranger had pushed all of his cock into me. I wasn’t ready for it, and it HURT. “Damn it, Jamie! I said slow! Damn it!” Joe shouted. I felt him, hips tight against my ass, and the large cock deep in my hole. I couldn’t breath, and he wasn’t moving. “Dude – NO names! Don’t worry! this little cherry was opening up for me. He wanted it! I’ll let him get used to it now, and then I can cum and go. Now, get his mouth on your junk so he doesn’t make any more fuckin’ noise.” The pain was nothing I could have expected in a million years. I hadn’t caught my breath yet, and Joe’s tight hold on me was the only thing I could focus on. Joe was angry. “He’s 15 for fuck’s sake. This is supposed to feel good for HIM too. Now, let him get fuckin’ used to it before you go to town, ok?” NO more words were spoken, but I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I was in pain, but Joe started to caress my hair. I felt the soft touch and he whispered, “just relax, like I told you before. It will feel really good in a few minutes, and you will cum without even touching yourself. I promise. Just.. relax..” I tried. I really did. But as I got used to it, the large intruder started to pump back and forth. I could feel the dryness of his shaft, and where the lube had started. Soon, it didn’t hurt as bad, as the lube spread all over. My hole relaxed, and he felt me relent to his thrusts. Joe had gotten back into it, once he saw me stop wincing with each pump, and he aimed his dick back at my mouth. I took it, and tasted the salty pre-cum that he never stops making… it tasted good. I actually started to get into it. The dull ache that was behind me turned into a massaging feeling, and even though his dick didn’t hit the same spot that Joe did, it really did feel pretty good. I took initiative and went down hard on Joe’s cock again, and felt my own dick begin to spark. Oh yeah, there it was. That heat from his dick in my throat and the feeling of a stranger about to fill my ass with cum… Wait. Did he say… Jamie? I pulled off Joe’s cock and replaced my mouth with my hands. I had to see something. I bowed my head down, under me. I could see my own jock, my legs spread, and two thick thighs bumping behind me. His feet were on tip-toes, and his hands were pushing hard on my pelvis, but my long legs wouldn’t let me any lower. From this angle, there was nothing to see but his leg muscles flexing, and… a batman tattoo! “I’m about to bust, bro!” Came the voice from behind. Now I knew why it was familiar. I was getting fucked by my own brother. He grunted and started to get faster. “Oh yeah, that’s it! Fuckin’ tight hole… gonna.. get… my… nut…” He pounded into me faster, and Joe pulled my head back to his cock. He looked at me and put his hands on my head. I closed my eyes, ad let him take control. “I”m gonna cum with you man… let’s cum in him at the same time!” I didn’t know what to think. I was hard as hell, and both cocks were shoving into me. I could feel Joe’s cock getting larger with each push, and… my brother’s cock.. was slamming into me fast and hard. I couldn’t help it. My body tensed up, and my own cock started to unload into the jock. Pulse after pulse, my mouth groaned and set Joe off. “YES,” he shouted, “I’m fucking cumming! Swallow it, baby!” He pushed deep into my throat and as his orgasm hit a high note, a low growl came at us from behind. “Fuck yeah, studs! I’m shooting! I’m shooting! Take it in you, little stud!” Jamie tensed, his whole body went stiff, and I felt the deep push of his hard rod, jerking inside me. Nobody moved as each of us came down from our high. Joe pulled out of me, and a saliva covered dick dripped in front of my face. He smelled like musk and cum, and my body was shivering with lust for him. Behind me, my brother’s stiff tense body relaxed a bit, and his cock was softening inside me. I felt him pull away, leaving his load so far inside me, I think it mixed with Joe’s! The next few minutes were a blur. Jamie pulled on his shorts and was out the door before I could even turn around. Joe had slid down the couch, his chest and neck now in line with my face. He bent down, kissed me softly, and asked if I was ok. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. Joe pulled me to him, and my doggie-position relaxed, turning into him as a small spoon. He asked again, “Dade. Are you hurt anywhere? You ok, baby?” I nodded, and gave a weak smile. “I’m fine. No pain. Full belly, I suppose.” He led me to the shower, where I turned on full blast and rinsed off. It felt good, but tender, where my ass had been violated, and my jaw had been stretched. As I was drying off, Joe came in, fully dressed. “I’m sorry if he was rough. But did you like it?” “I liked you in me better, Joe,” I continued. “You hit a spot in me that felt good.” Joe nodded. “Yeah, I felt it too. Maybe you’ll let me try again.” I smiled, but didn’t answer. I walked to my clothes, carefully dressing, one item at a time. “Did… you want that?” He asked me. I looked at him, and flopped down on the bed. I put on a sock, then the other. “Joe,” I said slowly, “I want you. Only you. You are what make me feel good.” He started to speak, but I waver my hand. “I’m into you. And, if I’m going to get.. fucked… again…. well. Well, it needs to be with you. Not…” “You didn’t like what he did? I get that. I mean, I told him to – ” I stood up and stomped my foot. He stopped talking. “…Not with my brother.” I said, flatly. Joe blinked. “Huh?” I put on my shoes and walked to the door. I needed to get out of here. “Joe, the anonymous guy was Jamie, wasn’t it? 17? Hair like mine? Batman tattoo?’ Joe nodded, “…yeah…?” “Yeah, that’s my older brother.” I opened the door, with Joe standing there, naked, dumbfounded. I rode my bike home, deliberately going the long way. Clearing my head. When I got home, my brother was back in his spot on the couch, channel surfing. I came in, and realized he has no idea what I know. “What’s up Spaz. Where you been?” he didn’t look up from the screen. I smirked, and realized I could have fun with this. “I had a date. Really fun. Got laid. ‘Night!” I started up the stairs, but Jamie was close on my heals. “You had What?” “Sex. I had sex. It was good, but probably a one-time thing.” I kept walking to my room. Jamie followed, like a puppy. He was eating it up. “Holy shit bro! I got laid too! Was it one of the girls from your class, or what? ” I blinked, and then turned around. He was dressed loose, and just fresh showered. Uh uh. Girls? No. I turned the topic. “Did YOU have sex with one of the girls from work?” He stepped back a bit. “Well, you wouldn’t know who it was anyway. I just thought maybe I’d know who got my bro laid, that’s all…” I smiled, and pulled into my room. I started to close the door. “Oh, you know who it is. But I promised, no names would be spoken. So, Jamie, can’t tell ya.” I left him there, door closed, a gapped mouth look on his face. He never asked me about it again, and I never offered any more information. Joe and I didn’t invite him back again, but we continued to enjoy many more encounters together. I realized how good it felt to be a top, and Joe liked me inside him. We never made it official, but for the next whole school year, he was mine. Feedback and such to niq.

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