The Gay Sibling

The sun was shining as I opened my eyes, stretched my arms and flexed my thighs.
Lying on my comfy bed, meaningless thoughts going through my head.

I felt a hand upon my bone and realized I was not alone.
The gentle touch on my penis was creating a bond between us.

Pretending to be asleep, what wondrous things would I reap?
Fingers slid up my shaft, my visitor had mastered the craft.

The grip grew stronger, my pecker longer. Two fingers on the head, slowly turning red.
Hands then grabbed my sack, one in front, one in back.

Tugging my scrotum to it’s fullest extent. A silent prayer I sent.
Please Lord, protect my nuts before they’re ripped from my guts.

The pressure eased, the hands stopped squeezing, for now they had a reason.
A hand went back to my dick and performed this wondrous trick.

Holding just the head, I felt a tongue pry open my slit, pushing and tickling it.
Licking off the pre-cum, now dripping down my bum. I did succumb

A mouth now engaged my cock, stiff and hard like a rock.
All the way to my hairy crotch moving the pleasure up a notch.

Seven inches in the throat, certainly got my vote.
Up and down the motion went, until my balls a message sent.

A hand to my sack went back, as I felt my seed start to spurt, a squeeze, it hurt.
The pleasure surpassed the pain as my juice passed up the drain.

Every drop was swallowed to my intense delight, one final suck with all it’s might.
My balls were dry, my pecker bent, my body completely spent.

I flipped the sheet from off the bed, looking down saw a head.
Expecting to see mother, Lord forbid, it was my brother.