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Dorm Encounter 7 of 23: Brothers Pleasures
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Dorm Encounter VII: Brothers' Pleasures
Now that the inspection was over with, I could
concentrate on the next things on my calendar. I dug
down through the piles of paperwork on my desk and
found it, the book that governed my existence.
Scanning the next couple of days, I saw no major events
until my eyes wandered to Friday where I had penciled
in "Mark?" Could this be the weekend that my little
brother was coming to visit and see what college was
like? I quickly dialed home and got him on the second
ring.
"Hey, Mark, this is Andrew. Are you still coming up
this weekend?"
"Yeah, man, if it's OK with you. I've been looking
forward to this for months!"
"Sure," I replied. "My room is a mess but that
shouldn't bother a slob like you! Ha!"
"No, you know I don't give a shit about what your room
looks like. I guess I will be there before dinner
Friday. Wanna go out somewhere?"
"Sure! I'll be looking for you. You know how to get
here don't you?"
"Yepper! See ya Friday, man!"
"Bye!" I hung up the phone and stared at my messy
room. Beginning to straighten up a little, I thought
to myself how much I was looking forward to seeing
Mark. I don't get to see him often since he is a three
season athlete in high school. Since he was on spring
break in the middle of his senior year and had not
opted to take the traditional cruise with his friends,
coming up here would be a perfect vacation for him and
a welcome respite from the grind for me.
Three days passed quickly, during which time I made
some plans for friends to join the two of us and
cleaned up my room. I was tempted to forget moving in
another bed for him and just have the two of us sleep
together like we did when we were younger, but since
Mark is quite popular with the girls, I decided to give
him the option of having his own bed.
I waited around Friday afternoon in anticipation of his
arrival. At about 5 o'clock, he finally showed up,
having drive the better part of the morning and
afternoon. He jumped out of the car and ran to me,
yelling all the way. We met on the sidewalk and hugged
briefly, shook hands, and I helped him carry his stuff
inside to my room. As we were walking down the hall,
several heads popped out to see what he looked like
since I had described him to my friends as a model-
quality god. They smiled as they realized I was right.
We went into my room and I tossed his stuff on the bed.
I offered him a coke which he accepted and we sat down
and caught up on the boring family stuff. I asked him
how his love life was going, and much to my surprise he
looked down and said nothing.
"What? My little stud-brother having a hard time with
the chicks? I don't believe it!" was my amazed
response to this. He looked at me and said, "Well, the
truth is, I don't think I like them anymore."
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well, you've told me many times how wonderful your
life is, and how much pleasure you get from fucking
sucking men. I think that maybe I am supposed to be
that way too. I've never tried anything much, but
there's this little nerd who picks up our equipment
after track that has sucked me off a couple of times,
and each time he does it I want to suck him off even
more. That's why I came here, man. I thought you
might be able to help me find out which I really
prefer."
He looked at me with pleading puppy-dog eyes and I
could think of nothing to say. Finally, I sqeaked out,
"Are you saying what I think you are saying, man?"
He looked at me and nodded, got up, closed the door and
locked it. He took his clothes off slowly with his
back turned to me. I had often fantasized about this
moment, but never seriously given it a lot of thought.
As he turned around, the first thing that came into
view was the most incredible cock I had ever seen. He
smiled sheepishly as he gave it a playful tug and
walked towards me.
I stood up and started unbuttoning my clothes. He
stopped me and did it himself, taking off each piece
slowly and seductively. When he had completely
disrobed me and my cock was bouncing in the wind, he
knelt down and looked long and hard at it.
Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and touched it to
my cockhead. He seemed to like the taste and feel
since he slowly began inhaling my tumescent shaft, inch
by deliciously slow inch. Finally, with his nose
nestled in my pubes, he began his first suck job with
the skill of a novice and the dedication of an expert.
I began to shake uncontrollably from the action he was
taking, and sat down on the bed. I grabbed his ears
and pulled his mouth off my cock, making a plopping
noise as he released it. I told him to stand back up
and as he did, his enormous cock brushed my cheeks in
passing.
I looked at this marvelous piece of manmeat for ages,
taking in each vein, crevice and pore. It was truly
the most amazing cock I had ever seen. The head was
huge, the size of the larger mushrooms you find in the
grocery store. The shaft was at least ten inches long,
maybe more, and I could just barely get my medium sized
hands around it. Thick, blue veins throbbed the entire
length of it and I watched the blood flow from the tip
to the root curiously engrossed. I finally snapped out
of my daydream and licked the head all over. This made
Mark shudder, so I had him lie down on the bed where I
could work on him better. I took the head in my mouth
and lavishly swirled my tongue around and around its
soft velvetness. He moaned in appreciation as I began
inching down, down, down, down until I could take no
more. I looked down and realized I only had half of it
in my mouth.
I was determined to take the whole thing and show my
brother why men give better head than women. I
concentrated on nothing else, and soon found my throat
muscles relaxing enough to take a few more inches.
Finally my nose found his soft and thick pubes, and I
drank in his manly scent for the first time. This was
pure, raw, animal magnetism at its best here, folks.
The tastiest piece of fuckmeat I had swallowed in ages!
I slowly slid up and down on the shaft, fondling his
heavy ballsac while I was sucking him off. He began
writhing on the bed, and I knew he was close so I eased
off.
I lay atop him and looked deep into his eyes. He
smiled weakly, still in the throes of trying to cum and
not being allowed to. I looked down and asked him if
he was enjoying himself and he could only nod and lick
his lips. As he opened his mouth to say something, I
locked mine over it and stuck my tongue in his mouth.
My tongue played hide and seek with his, searching and
seeking until the two met in the middle, wrestling to
express the emotions that we both felt for each other.
My hands wandered over the broad expanse of his body
rejoicing in the smooth but well toned muscles they
found as they glided. I inched my hands down until
they found our cocks, and I grabbed them and began to
rub them together, kissing all the while.
Gasping for breath, I broke the kiss and traced his
chest with my tongue. I swirled my tongue around his
firm pectorals, and honed in on his hard nipples, each
chocolate brown and hard as nails. My mouth followed
the light trail of hair formed between his tits down to
his navel and into his crotch. I gave his cock a few
more loving strokes with my tongue and then lifted his
legs over my shoulders. I followed that wonderful
little cord of flesh between balls and ass and reveled
in the musky smell of it. My tongue found his ass and
began pushing its way into his virgin hole by swirling
in circles, closer and closer and closer until it
finally hit the bullseye and began prying its way in.
Hitting paydirt, I felt around the insides of my little
brother's asshole with my tongue, sending as much spit
as I could inside. I pulled my face away and jabbed at
his shitter with my longest finger, inching those tight
walls open and feeling around inside. He began to
whine like a beat child and surprised my by begging for
more. "More fingers! More fingers! Don't stop!" he
cried.
Eager to please I inserted one then two more fingers.
I had three fingers planted firmly in his ass, writhing
around. He was almost in a frezy to be fucked, and
this only turned me on more. With one hand I lubed my
dick with some additional spit and pulled my fingers
from his ass. He whimpered for more, and then sighed
contentedly as I slipped him my throbbing rod.
I pushed in slowly, trying to minimize the pain and
shock I knew he was experiencing. His face had screwed
up in a scowl as he grimaced from the shock of the
intruder, and I continued to ease in slowly.
Each inch brought me closer to being all the way there,
and when I finally pushed my pubic hair into his
asscheeks, I knew we had become one. His face had
relaxed somewhat, and the new expression was one of
pure wonderment. He smiled as he noticed me looking
intently at him and said, "Fuck the utter shit out of
my hole, big brother. I want to feel your wonderful
stud-cock beating in and out of me! Fuck me to death!"
It was the brotherly thing to do. I did as he asked
and began pummelling his ass to death! I was heaving
my whole body into the fuck, moving forward and down,
backward and up, until we had established a cadence
that would keep us going. He met each thrust eagerly
and as sweat sprayed off both of us, we shouted in
unison, alternately praising God and calling on the
Devil.
I was close. So close that I could not stop. I reached
down and began fisting my little brother's cock with
all the energy I had left. I beat him furiously to the
same beat that I was raving his tight little ass. We
worked in tandem, shouting and yelling as we reached
pleasures with each other that we had not even dreamed
of.
Suddenly, without warning, Mark began to literally
spray our bodies with jet after jet of steamy cum. It
kept coming and coming until I thought he would drain
his whole body of fluids. He grunted and panted as he
came and his face was screwed up in an image of pure
animal lust. As he continued to whitewash his belly
and mine, I began pumping an incredible load of my own,
bathing the inside of his ass walls with creamy spunk.
We both were frenzied, and were yelling at the top of
our lungs. I continued to jack and fuck, milking out
the trail end of each of our huge loads.
Finally spent, I reached down and slurped up some of
his sperm from his belly. It was so like mine, and so
different, all at the same time. I kissed him deeply,
feeding him his own load in the process, and our hearts
beat on, still quick, but slowing.
We cuddled on the bed, covered from head to toe in
sweat and semen, and fell asleep as a light breeze
caressed our naked skin.
Several hours later, I felt him stir beneath me and I
awoke to find him staring deep into my eyes. I grinned
and asked, "Still confused about which sex brings you
more pleasure?"
"Nope. But I would really like to do it again, just to
make sure!" he said.
And we did.
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