So, now that we’re seven solid weeks into the new Tumblr page, and I’m at an astonishing 4,000 followers already (as of 7/12/2017, I have 35,000 followers), I’m going to start sharing my favorite kind of homemade porn with you: my life stories.
Keep in mind that - unless I specifically list an event as fictional in the introduction - everything I write happened exactly as I wrote it.
The following is an oft-told story about myself and my younger brother. We had an emotional and physical bond for years, kept secret from everyone. At first we were ashamed, and we mainly did out of petty revenge against our parents for not getting what we wanted at the time (yuck). Still, over time, it turned into something that I will always be grateful to have experienced.
We parted ways when I went to college, and things ended, quite abruptly, the day I left for New York.
We have not hooked up - nor, frankly, have we even really seen each other - in nearly a decade. But that’s not because we’re not still close! We’re just a country apart, living busy lives.
We both are proud and unashamed of our history together. Prejudice be damned, we will tell our story.
This story involves my younger brother, so if you have a problem with that sort of thing, stop reading now. I got a lot of requests to elaborate on some of my episodes with my brother after a recent post in a group, so here goes!
I was – years old. My sexuality was no longer a question. I’d known since I was –, at which point I hadn’t hesitated to come out to my mom. It happened over a five-star meal of duck breast and vegetables. Hearing the word “bisexual” made her choke on that duck she was knobbing on, and she hacked it up in her throat for two full minutes before regaining the ability to breathe. Cute.
A lot of things were cute back then, especially my younger brother, Jon. We hadn’t spent a lot of years looking alike, but during those teenage years, we could have been twins.
Jon and I were as close as two brothers could be. Though he was two years younger than me, we did everything together, at school and at home. We were both obsessed with science and mathematics, politics and philosophy; we would sit at home having endless debates on every conceivable, arguable topic.
Sometimes, we truly challenged each other; sometimes we just argued to argue.
We were thick as thieves, Jon and I. People could see that. However, there was…something else…that had been developing between us for months, and one random night, we realized what it was.
It was a completely unmemorable day, like most others, if you’d asked me. I followed a steady routine: school, job, homework, video games, sleep. The routine was solid, designed to keep a scatter-brained kid like me focused.
It worked…until my hormones kicked into overdrive. All of a sudden, all I could think about was sex. Sex, sex, sex, all the time SEX.
I was a chronic masturbator. Absolutely obsessive. I would cum 15-20 times in a day easily. This activity didn’t confine itself to my bedroom for long either. It got to the point where I was masturbating everywhere, all over the house, in riskier and riskier places. I would be in a grocery store with the family, or in the car waiting for a friend, or sitting at a table at a restaurant, and suddenly my cock would become hard as a rock and I’d desperately want to stroke it.
On this particular night, I had found a porn site I really liked on Dad’s computer: Latin daddies and twink boys.
I unzipped and started jerking away, feasting on the glorious sight of a beautiful, muscular uncut daddy railing the fuck out of this tiny twink, choking him, barreling down, the twink croaking his approval.
I had my legs up on the seat with my pants around my ankles, cock in hand, blissfully in the moment. My brother walked in the door and stopped short. I was so entranced by what was happening on the computer screen that I didn’t hear the door had been opened.
I don’t know how long Jon stood there. He would never tell me. But when I finally did turn, I came upon the sight of my younger brother – he’d just turned 15 – staring directly at my cock, mouth open, frozen. I shivered when I realized he’d been watching me. I felt something warm stir in my cock as well, which confused me.
For what seemed like an eternity, the two of us just…stood there, sizing each other up. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of my cock. I watched him stare at it, fascinated by this development.
I’d had suspicions about him, of course; he’d always listen to me masturbate through my bedroom door, and I’d caught him doing it a number of times. But this was different. This was out in the open.
He clearly wasn’t scared or naïve about what he was looking at. He was looking at my cock like he wanted to devour it. Seeing that expression on his cute, alabaster face eased the confusion in my mind, and I made a decision.
“You like that?” I asked him pointedly. I had started tugging again, still staring at him.
He nodded “yes” without a word.
“Come here,” I said. My heart was racing suddenly, as he closed the door behind him, locked it, and turned to walk to me. I looked him over and realized he had a huge tent forming in his shorts. He and I kept our eyes on each other. I could see he was thinking over what he was about to do, but that his lust was overwhelming him. Honestly, so was mine.
I had never seriously considered fucking my brother until that moment. He wasn’t really a boy at that point; he had had experiences. He was grown into a really cute young man with long, skinny, white legs, a petite chest I had fantasized about, and a long, smooth neck leading to these full lips and beautiful hazel eyes I’d enjoyed gazing at every day.
Little Bro came over to me and stood above me, never taking his eyes off my hand rubbing my cock. I reached up with my other hand to his mouth and guided his gaze from my cock up my body to my face, and then we were staring in each other’s eyes again.
“I’m gonna take your shorts off,” I said quietly, seeking permission. He nodded, again without a word. I used my free hand to pull his shorts down.
His hard cock popped free and bounced excitedly in front of my face. I turned him so that it was pointing directly at me and told him to take off his shirt. He started pulling his shirt off and then stopped when he felt my warm mouth on the tip of his cock. I started just by flicking him with my tongue, so lightly, but he elicited a loud gasp when he felt me like he’d never felt anything so good.
Then my whole mouth was on him. He felt so hard in my mouth, his veins bulging and throbbing. I loved the way he smelled, imagining that that’s how I must smell too. I could feel him throb just sitting there with him down my throat. He was breathing heavily, having finally gotten his shirt off and tossed it away. I looked up at him with entire dick buried in my face, and he looked down at me with this glassy expression, like he was lost in the moment.
I kept my eyes on him and starting running my tongue in slow circles around the underside of his shaft in my mouth. I tried not to gag on him, but he was a good size, and I kept choking on it. I noticed that every time I choked a little, my cock got harder. Interesting.
I started running my hands around behind him and playing with his asshole while I worked on him. I grazed his balls and felt them tighten against my fingers. I felt his hole gently with my fingers. He was quivering.
I looked up at him again, and his eyes were closed. Suddenly I felt his fingers running through my hair. He was taking over. Good. I took a finger off his asshole and told him to spit in my hand. He did, and I rubbed it on two fingers and started working them around his hole as he forced me down on him. He was getting rougher by the second, grunting audibly now, shoving my face on his cock harder and harder. I responded by shoving a wet finger inside him, and he stopped for a moment and grunted hard.
Then my finger worked its way around until it found a spot that seemed to really like being touched. Every time I touched that spot, he would grunt louder.
I was visibly gagging now, struggling to keep up, but he didn’t seem to care. I was loving it too. He was becoming almost violently rough, ripping his fingers through my hair, but to my surprise, it turned me on. Two of my fingers were inside him now, and his hole opened for me. I pressed them hard and start alternating soft flicks and hard presses, and I felt him grunting louder, backing himself up into my fingers aggressively.
Suddenly, I felt his cock start to get even harder, and he emitted one long, loud, hoarse moan as cum started filling the back of my throat. His prostate spasmed against my fingers as I kept furiously flicking, and his hips bucked back and forth between my mouth and my fingers.
His cum was warm and thick, and there was so much it. I struggled just to swallow enough in time to make room for more! He came for what must have been a full two minutes, and he finally took a breath, gasped, took his cock out of my mouth, and collapsed in the chair next to mine.
That was the first time my brother came in me. It would not be the last. We knew what we wanted after that. We wanted to use each other to get off. We wanted to use each other for practice. We wanted to use each other to feel naughty.
The next few months and years were full of clandestine encounters. We never spoke of it to anyone, but chances are, if you were ever with us during family dinners and we excused ourselves to play a video game or watch a movie, we were going off to breed each other.
Thanks for reading! There are many, many more stories to cum. 🐷 My daily life is raunchy af and fun to read about. Hehe.
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