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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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