How I Became
My Brother’s Keeper

 by: Hankster

© 2010 by the Author

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My brother is exactly three years older than I.  We were both born on December 13^th.  Not only did we share a birthday (I don’t remember ever being the center of attention or the only celebrant), but we shared everything else as well.

I can’t remember when my folks took me out of a crib, but whenever it was, we also shared a bedroom until Bobby got married.  Even when he went off to college, the college was only an hour away by bus, and he came home almost every weekend to invade my privacy once again.  He met Judy in his senior year and then he only came home for weekends occasionally.

We had a TV in our bedroom and a DVD player.  When I was about fifteen and Bobby was an eighteen year old high school senior, he said to me one night as we were getting ready for bed, “Wanna see a porn flick?” 

My cock immediately came to attention and I said, “Damn right.”

Bobby got out of bed and reached into a shoe box he had stored at the top of our closet. (Yes, we shared a closet too.)  He pulled out a DVD and showed me the cover.  It read “Secrets of Catholic Co-eds,” and contained pictures of nubile young girls in their birthday suits.

“Wow,” I managed to say.  At fifteen I had not yet come out to my parents, but Bobby was well aware of my sexual preferences.  He knew that the cover pictures did not arouse me at all when he showed them to me.

He was constantly asking me about anal sex.  Bobby was fixated on fucking a girl in the ass.  He often said, “I hope my future wife will go for it.  We won’t have to worry about unwanted pregnancies and I can go commando.”  I had to keep reminding him that I was still a virgin and had no experience in the matter, either from the giving or receiving end, so I was hardly the expert on anal sex that he thought I was.  He made me promise that if I scored anal sex before he did, I would tell him exactly how it feels to fuck an asshole.  Like I said, Bobby was obsessed.

The film he showed eventually turned both of us on, and we masturbated in our separate beds.  The young Catholic girls were all sex crazed and had great sex with equally cute boys.  The girls sucked the boys a lot, and I nearly went crazy watching the twitching dicks.  The boys also did a lot of fucking in the usual place, but the last scene really got Bobby going crazy.  One of the girls was getting fucked in the front and back at the same time.  Bobby was furiously whacking off and making terrible guttural sounds.  I had to tell him to shut up or our folks might hear him.

In his early college days, I got a report every weekend of his sexual exploits.  Bobby is six feet three inches tall.  I am an inch taller.  He was a great athlete and he had no trouble making the football team at his university.  That automatically meant that he had no trouble scoring with the young ladies.  Unfortunately Bobby was terribly frustrated.  Not one of them would permit him rear entrance, so he began to give me hints.

“I should go out with some of the gay guys at school,” he said often.   “I’ll bet they would let me fuck them in the ass.”

“I’ll bet they would,” I replied, totally ignoring his obvious invitation.  Don’t misunderstand.  My brother was a total hunk (he still is), but he is my brother after all, and I was not into any kind of incest.  I couldn’t believe he would be interested in anything homosexual anyway, and I was afraid that I might be misinterpreting his intent.  Through the early years of his college career he continued to moan about his frustrating sex life and I continued to ignore him.

Finally it happened for me.  I was a junior in high school and one of the senior guys invited me to a party he was having at his home while his parents were spending a week in The Bahamas.  I had long suspected that Lionel was gay, but you can never be certain of anything, and if you guessed wrong, you could end up on the wrong side of a strong fist.  I mean I was bigger than any of my school mates, even bigger than my brother, but it isn’t wise to assume someone is gay, when he’s as straight as a railroad tie.

I arrived at Lionel’s house in my dad’s car, which he generously let me borrow.   I parked in his driveway and was bothered by the fact that I might be the first arrival.  There were no other cars around.  I purposely came a little late to avoid being first.  I hated the idea of having to make one on one conversation with the host, even if he was as cute as Lionel was.

Lionel greeted me with a hug, which surprised me.  Our acquaintance was very casual, not the hugging kind.  He bade me sit down on the couch and said he’d be right back.  The coffee table had three bowls on it.  One contained potato chips, one contained corn chips and the third contained an assortment of nuts.  I helped myself to a potato chip.

Lionel returned with two bottles of beer.  He offered me one (I was still underage) and he took the other.  He sat right down next to me on the couch.  His knee was touching my thigh.  I was getting aroused and sputtered out mostly in jest, “Did I come on the wrong night?  Where is everybody?”

“It’s the right night,” he said, and he took a sip of his beer.  I took a sip too.  “You, my handsome virgin, are the only guest.  We are the whole party.”  He took another sip of beer.

“What makes you think I’m a virgin?” I asked, trying to show some anger.

“Because you have missed every signal I have given you that I am interested in having sex with you.”

“What makes you think I’m gay?” I asked, showing even more indignation.

“OK.  Are you gay or not?” he asked.

Well, I could either lie to him, and continue to be a virgin for however much longer, or I could tell the truth and have sex that evening, instead of fantasizing while jerking off in bed later on.  I chose to take the plunge.

“How did you know?” I asked, genuinely interested in knowing the answer.

“You look at guys the way a straight guy looks at girls.  If you want to keep hiding in the closet, you better stop ogling guys, me included.”

“Am I that obvious?” I asked.

“Yes,” Lionel answered.  “There are more than a few of us guys who suspected that you are gay.”  Is there anyone you have confided in yet, besides me just now?”

“My brother is the only one who knows the truth about me.” I answered.  Lionel was somehow making me ashamed that I was in the closet and I didn’t like it.  I didn’t have time to dwell on the matter. Lionel put his bottle of beer on the coffee table.  He took mine from me and placed it next to his.  Then he leaned into me and put his lips on mine.

I can barely describe what happened next.  It was as if electricity ran through me.  I shivered and Lionel reacted by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tighter to his body.  I melted in his arms and kissed him harder.  Our lips parted and when I felt his tongue, I shivered again.  Lionel got concerned and asked me if I was cold.

“Uh uh,” I said and I pulled him back to me for more kissing.  Our kissing got more urgent, and then I felt his hand creeping up my thigh.  He was aiming for my crotch, but my sitting position on the sofa was giving him a bit of a problem.  I don’t know where I got the courage from, but I asked him if we could find a more comfortable place to continue what we were doing.  He smiled, took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

We started to undress each other, but it wasn’t going well and it was too slow, so we undressed ourselves very rapidly.  I was surprised at Lionel’s cock size.  He was nearly as tall as I and just as brawny, but he could not have been more than three inches flaccid and when he got aroused he was no more than five inches.  Also he wasn’t very round in girth, no more than a medium sized turd.  I was about five inches flaccid and seven inches erect.  I swear my cock was nearly twice as fat as his. We were both cut.   Believe me his size did not turn me off.  It was a real live cock, not a fantasy, and at five inches it was going to be more than a mouthful. 

Lionel pulled me on the bed and lay on top of me.  I was amazed that as big as he was, I barely felt his weight.  We resumed kissing and little by little Lionel started slithering down my body, kissing me all the way down until his tongue was licking my balls and my cock.  Lionel was about to take my front end virginity and I started to shiver again.  By now Lionel was used to it.

He expertly worked his tongue all around my cock and balls.  He even raised my butt and rimmed me.  I could not stop shivering.  Finally, when I felt my orgasm growing, I told him that I was cumming.  I didn’t know if he would take my spunk in his mouth or pull out like they did in porn films.  I didn’t have to wonder long.  I came in his mouth and Lionel swallowed every drop.  He kept on sucking until I had to yell, “UNCLE.”

He slithered up my body and lay face to face with me.  We kissed again.

“That was delicious,” he said.

We rested awhile and then I said, “It’s my turn now.”  I tried to repeat everything Lionel had done to me, and I must have done well.  Lionel didn’t shiver, but he moaned constantly in pleasure.  He didn’t bother to warn me when he came gushing into my mouth.  I was unprepared for it, and most of it went down my throat, so I just went ahead and swallowed the rest.

We rested awhile and then Lionel said, “Let’s go downstairs and finish our beers.  Then we’ll come back to bed and fuck each other.  Is that OK with you?”

“My football coach never gave me a better game plan,” I answered.  I thought of what was going to happen before I went home this night, and I thought that if Bobby knew he’d cream his pants.  He might even want to join us.

Lionel was a great teacher.  He wanted to fuck me first because I was a virgin and he wasn’t all that big.  He greased me up good, and then greased his cock.  He never used a condom, but I didn’t give it a second thought.  He entered me slowly and I must say it hurt a lot.  I wondered out loud what my much larger cock would do inside of him.  He told me later that he had been well reamed many times before, and assured he me that he could take me easily.

When he pushed past my sphincter, I saw stars, but I wasn’t about to act like a wuss, so I said nothing.  When he was all the way in, he didn’t move a muscle.  Little by little the pain left and I was consumed with such pleasure and desire that words cannot explain my emotions.

“Fuck me,” I said without thinking.  I said it as if I was an automaton.

Lionel began to stroke in and out.  I began to shiver again.  This time I knew when Lionel was cumming.  He began to make animal like sounds and his body quaked very much like my shivering.  I felt his warm fluid filling me up inside and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of connection to another human being.  Lionel had fucked me doggie style.  Now he leaned down and began to kiss and nip my neck.  I knew I’d have a hickey for sure, and if my parents noticed, I’d blame it on a girl.

When we were ready, Lionel lay on his back and asked me to fuck him from the front.  He put a pillow under him to raise his buttocks.  I greased his ass and then my cock.  I couldn’t wait to start my entry.  Big as I was, I met only a little resistance.  When I slipped past his sphincter I slid in easily.  Lionel smiled and said, “I told you so.”

“How many guys have you been with?” I asked.

“Lots,” he said.

“Fuck you for not seducing me sooner,” I said, and laughed.

His warm moist ass got me shivering again.  It felt so wonderful.  As I stroked in and out he contracted his anus and caused a pulsating motion to complement my stroking.  It didn’t take me long to cum again. 

We lay in bed for over an hour, kissing, cuddling and fondling.  I didn’t want to, but I finally got out of bed.  We showered together and when I started to leave, I asked if we could do this again.

“You better fucking believe it,” he said.

Bobby came home Friday evening and I couldn’t wait to tell him that his baby brother was no longer a virgin.  When we were alone in our room, and before I could say a word, Bobby bombarded me with his continuing frustration.

“I’m going with this great gal,” he said.  “I love her and I just know that I’m going to marry Judy, but she’s just like the rest of them.  She won’t let me in through the rear door.”  He concluded with an emphatic, “Damn!”

Without hesitation, I said.  “You wanted to know how it felt if I ever got lucky,” I said.  “Well, I got lucky.”

“Shut up,” he said “so talk.” 

“Bobby,” I said, “I can’t describe in words how great it felt.  I had a mind blowing orgasm.  I guess you just have to feel it yourself.”

Bobby jumped into my bed.  I was shocked because we were both naked.

“Please,” he said.  “Let me fuck you just once.  I swear I’ll never ask you again.”

His naked body was pressed against me.  His erection was jabbing my thigh.  I was at a loss what to do, but I so loved my brother.

“OK,” I said.  “Do you have any jack off lube in your dresser?”  He didn’t say anything, but he took out the lube.’’

“Doggie style,” he said.  I wasn’t sure if he was telling me or asking me, but I rolled on my stomach.  I shivered when he greased my ass.  He was as big as I am and he didn’t go in easily, but I gritted my teeth until the pain left and the pleasure returned.  Bobby began to stroke slowly, but his pace increased as he grew short of breath.  He came inside of me gasping for air.

“You are right,” he said.  “There are no words. No cunt is this tight.  I love you bro.  Thank you so much.”

“Can I fuck you?” I asked. 

“Never!” he said, and I never did.

We are in our sixties now.  Every Tuesday night we have brothers’ night out.  My partner, Derek, is in on the action because we use our house for sex.  Sometimes Bobby fucks him, and sometimes he fucks me, but Judy hasn’t a clue what’s going on.  I have no idea what Bobby tells her.  He has been fucking us every Tuesday and as often as possible at other times, for forty years now.  There is no end in sight. Sometimes I think that if Bobby didn’t have us, he might actually rape a woman in the ass.  I am truly my brother’s keeper, but it’s not an imposition at all.

Posted: 04/23/10