My Brother-My Lover

One of his co-workers dropped him off that night. I heard the bell and went to the door, thinking maybe he'd forgotten his key. There stood a strange guy holding my brother steady as he swayed in the doorway.

"There was no way we were gonna let him drive home."

I guess not. "Thanks a lot, His car still at work?"

"Yeah, can you come get it?"

No problem, but I'd wait till tomorrow. Tonight I could see that Kevin'd need my attention.

"Yeah, we'll get it tomorrow, thanks again dude."

The guy handed my brother over to me and turned to leave. I was really glad that he hadn't tried to drive. It was kinda funny seeing him in this state, I had rarely seen him like this before. I walked him back to our bedroom.

"Hey bro, you feelin' ok?"

"Man, I'm fucked up," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hang on, I'll get ya some water."

I left the bedroom to fill a glass for him, I had heard that drinking water would help a hangover, which he'd undoubtedly have tomorrow, but maybe it would keep it from being so bad. When I came back from the kitchen, he was undressed and sprawled out on his belly on the bed.

"Here ya go, drink some of this."

"Mmm, I'm not thirsty. I'll drink some later," he said. "But I'd really love it if you'd rub my back some; I know that would make me feel better."

I straddled my brother's lower back, sitting just above his ass, and started massaging his shoulders. He moaned with pleasure as I rubbed and kneaded him. It seemed like he was already starting to sober up some. I looked at him as I rubbed him, admiring his broad back and shoulders, his toned muscles. Even though we were so close in age, he had definitely gotten the muscles and the size. He outweighed me by a good 40 pounds, and was a couple inches taller. A person would probably think there was more than a year between us because of our size differences. I loved his big strong man-body. I was his boy.

As I sat on him and rubbed him more, I came down closer on his back, rubbing my chest on him. Letting him feel my hardened nipples as I squeezed his shoulders. That wasn't the only part of me getting hard. And he felt that, too.

"Oh yeah, that feels great man," he said. I moved down a little from where I was sitting on his lower back and positioned my hard cock between his cheeks. I started moving back and forth just a little, rubbing my cock on his ass. He spread his legs a little bit without saying anything. I had really never entertained the idea of being on top of him. He was always the top-man, but it seemed like that might change now. I lay all the way down on his broad back and put my legs out behind me. He spread open even more, inviting me to fuck him. I continued to hump him, with more assuredness as I got more excited. I moved down between his legs and started licking his hole. Spreading his cheeks open with both hands, I buried my face in his ass, probing with my tongue, getting him ready to receive me.

"You gonna fuck me, little brother?"

"Yeah man, you think you can take it?"

He started giggling when I said that, and I started wondering if it wasn't purely the alcohol making him want to get fucked. I didn't want to be taking advantage of him. But I was so ready to go, and at least, I thought, the alcohol would make it a little less intense for him. I was very accustomed to having his dick inside me, matter of fact I derived so much pleasure from it. It always made me come when he fucked me, but I didn't know if it would feel the same for him. We were about to find out.

I stopped tonguing him and raised up on my knees between his legs. I took my cock in one hand and spit on my fingers of the other, spreading it on the head of my cock, making it nice and slippery.

He raised his ass off the bed a little and said, "C'mon, What are you waiting for bro?"

I felt for his hole with my hand, and then started to guide my cock into his tiny opening. I pushed the head just inside and he gasped, I don't think he realized what he was in for.

"Is it ok?" I asked, waiting before I went any further.

"Yeah man, I want you to do me," so I pushed further inside him. I couldn't believe how tight and hot it was inside him. He was going to get off easy, I could already tell. There was no way I could last long at all with his ass wrapped around me like that. I pushed in more and he moaned, and raised off the bed farther to meet my cock with his ass. I was all the way inside him now, my balls against his. He got to his knees and I put my hands on his hips and started fucking him slowly. All the way in, all the way out.

"Oh fuck yeah man, that's good...Yeah, I like that," he said. "Fuck me faster bro."

I knew if I did I'd be coming, I was trying my best to go slow and hold on and enjoy this awesome feeling of being inside him. He started grinding his hips against me and I grabbed him tighter and started pumping him hard. This was like sensation overload for me, I was in total ecstasy, but in my passion I thought of how he'd reach under me and play with my cock while he fucked me, so I did the same. I reached underneath his belly and found his hard cock and squeezed. I jerked him while his virgin ass ate my dick, and that was it. It was just too much for me, he felt too good. He was grunting and panting and sweating under me, and the feel of his hardness in my hand and his ass enveloping my dick made me feel the cum churn in my balls. I slammed deep inside my brother and what felt like tons of cum shot from my cock, spurt after spurt, until it felt like there was no more left.

"Mmm...ohh yeahh..fuck that's awesome."

"Damn, bro, didn't know you had it in you," he said as I rested my spent body on his back. My cock started to soften in him, but his was still rock-hard in my hand. I started to pull out of him, and as I did I watched as my cum started leaking from his now-stretched ass. I did like he always did with me, and lowered my face to his ass and started licking and sucking all of my cum from him. As I did this, he grabbed his dick and started to jack it hard. I put my face between his legs and turned to face his cock, positioning myself so he could fuck my mouth. My tongue flickered over his cockhead as he jacked it, and he shoved it in my wanting mouth. He held the back of my head in the palm of his hand and humped my face hard, but then stopped suddenly to change positions. He started to scoot down and I scooted up on the bed. I raised my legs up on either side of him, exposing my ass to him. He spat on his hand and lubed his cock with it, and rammed his himself into me. He fucked me like a bull. He was doing me so hard, so feverishly. I wondered again if it was the alcohol, but it didn't matter to me. I loved this!

He was giving it to me like never before; despite the pain from his violent humping I loved it. I almost felt like I was gonna come again, even though my cock wasn't hard. He wasn't able to last long either, with his hard speed-fucking. He slammed deep inside me and held it there as he came all over my guts, pressed all the way up against me. It couldn't possibly get any deeper. That feeling I had of almost coming turned out to be something else. Without any warning, I started pissing on myself as he shot his load in me. I started to reach down and squeeze my cockhead, to make it stop, but he looked down as I wet the bed and said, "No, man, go ahead." He stayed inside me and watched as I pissed on myself, obviously enjoying it.

"Fucked the piss outta ya, huh?"

"Oh, man, that was really intense," I managed after I appeared to be finished pissing. I felt a little embarrassed, this had never happened before, but he let me know that it didn't bother him at all. He stayed inside me for a little longer than usual, not doing the usual collapsing-on-the-bed routine. I felt him going soft inside me, and then I felt him start to fill my ass with his hot piss. I looked up at him, surprised.

"Sorry man, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go," he said, smiling down at me. What a bizarre feeling! I loved it, it was so hot and wet, and there just wasn't enough room in my ass for it all. After just a second it started squirting out of me around his cock. Well, the bed was already wet anyway, huh.

"Man, Kevin, you're so hot. I love the way you do me. And, my God, I loved fuckin' you."

"Yeah, that was intense." He leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth as he finished emptying his bladder inside me. He lay down on top of me, my wet belly warmed by his. He held me there, kissing me for a few more minutes, before he said, "Alright, let's get a shower."

We both got up from the wet bed and headed for the bathroom. Even though our shower wasn't very big, I loved squeezing into it with him. Most of the time our showers together were strictly for washing, because of the lack of space. But it was always a great feeling, to soap each other up, feel our wet bodies against each other, kiss as the water splattered on our backs. We washed each other quickly; this sobered him up more than anything. He seemed to be feeling alright now. I know I did, I was still in disbelief that I'd just fucked him. I wondered how he felt about it now.

"So did you like that man?" I asked.

"Which part? I loved it all. Don't think that it happened because I'd been drinking, I have been thinking about it for awhile. I just wasn't sure of how to relinquish that power to ya, you're so used to being bottom and all, I wasn't sure if you'd be into it or not, actually."

"Well now ya know...feel free anytime to give me that ass," I said, grinning big. We got out of the shower and toweled off, and returned to the bed that was soaked. We decided to sleep together on the couch that night, and also to invest in a waterproof mattress pad. I fell asleep in his arms like a baby. He held me close and breathed on my neck as he fell asleep. It was so wonderful.

After that night my brother came home drunk a little more often, not that it was a regular occurrence, but it happened every so often. The bar he worked at didn't seem like your normal type tavern. There were some people who frequented the place that appeared to lead alternative lifestyles. Not that it was a gay bar, but the kind of place you could be comfortable in no matter what your orientation. I went up to meet him one night at the time when he'd be ready to call last call. I walked in and was greeted by the doorman. I looked behind the bar, but didn't see Kevin there. I went and took a seat at the bar and another employee came over and asked what I'd have. I ordered a beer, and asked where my brother was.

"Oh he's in the stockroom downstairs. You wanna go down there?"

The guy pointed me towards the stairs and I took my beer and headed down them. I wondered for a minute if this looked weird, me going down to get him instead of just waiting for him to come back up, but I figured no one was noticing such things. I had learned to be a lot less self conscious, to worry less about what others may think. I headed down the steps. When I got down there, it was evident that my brother hadn't heard my footsteps. There he was, being kissed and embraced by some little faggot-looking motherfucker. I didn't know what to do or say. I was so pissed off. I couldn't believe my eyes. I cleared my throat and they both stopped, turning to look at me. My brother's eyes met mine and he was just as shocked as I was.

"Oh, man," he started, "This isn't what it looks like, I swear."

How could it be anything but what it looked like? I just didn't know what to say at all, I felt like my heart was breaking. He quickly walked over to me and took me by my shoulders. I looked up into his face and he started apologizing. I felt tears come to my eyes as he talked. He saw them too, and grabbed me hard and held me close.

"Really bro, this was nothing. The guy just gave me a really big tip and wanted to suck my cock. I swear it was nothing more than that. You know I love you man, I don't wanna be with anyone else."

I was starting to wonder how often this went on, and started to get angry.

"Whatever man," I said, definitely sounding pissed off. "Do what you gotta do."

I pulled away from him and turned to walk back upstairs. Part of me really just wanted to go over to that motherfucker who was touching my man and break his face. But I didn't. Kevin grabbed me again and started pleading with me to forgive him. The guy then had to put his two cents into it.

"What's the problem man?"

I looked over and then realized that it was someone I'd seen several times in the bar. He knew we were brothers. Kevin held me hard and kissed me while this punk watched on. He was showing me that he didn't care that someone knew about us. He kissed me and told me that he loved me, trying to evoke some forgiveness from me. I put my arms around him too, but I started to sob. He held me and rubbed my back, holding my face to his chest. The guy once again felt the need to interject.

"C'mon man, it's just a blowjob. I gave him fifty bucks."

"Do you do this all the time?" I couldn't help but ask.

"No, man, I really don't. What do you want me to do here?"

I couldn't believe he had to ask me, he knew I just wanted us to leave right then.

"What do you wanna do then," I said.

You gotta know this means nothing bro, just lemmie fuck his face and it'll be over, k?"

I let go of him and kinda shrugged, trying my best to be a man about this. He walked back over to the guy and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

"Alright you gotta suck it good now," my brother said to the guy as he dropped to his knees. Apparently this guy was quite attracted to my brother. He started sucking his cock so hungrily, so desperately. Like he'd been waiting for this for awhile. My brother held the guy's head and slid his dick in and out of his mouth quickly, kinda forcefully. I stood and watched, and then stepped closer to where they were. Despite all my anger and hurt feelings, I found myself starting to get turned on.

"Man you can do better than that. My brother can suck it way better.

C'mon you faggot, suck it like you mean it."

Hearing my brother start to verbally abuse this guy turned me on more. The guy was apparently very into that sort of treatment too. He sucked hard on Kevin's big cock, and squeezed his own through his jeans. I was then standing side by side with Kevin, and he took one hand off the guy's head and reached over and squeezed my dick. Without any words, I unzipped my pants and put my cock right there next to his, in the guy's face. I started jacking it and the guy quickly took his mouth from Kevin's cock and put it on mine.

"That's right faggot, suck him good," my brother said. "Suck us both off."

The guy was really going to town on me, then on Kevin, and so on. He kept switching back and forth between our cocks. Too bad we couldn't feed him both of them at once, I thought. He seemed to have that same thought at exactly the same moment I did, and tried taking us both in his mouth at once. We almost did fit. Not completely, but both our heads were in his mouth. And I couldn't deny how great that felt. My brother turned his face towards me and kissed me hard. I think he knew this guy wasn't gonna be able to make me come, and he slipped his hand down the back of my pants and found my asshole with his finger. He started probing it into me and I moaned loudly. He knew what worked. He worked his finger all the way into me and started to wiggle it around some, and that's all it took. I gasped and started unloading in this guy's mouth, as my brother held the guy's head down on my dick. He swallowed my cum hungrily, and my brother continued to probe my ass with his finger. Man I wanted him in me so bad now. He knew. He pulled away from the guy in front of us and started pulling down my pants.

"You got your mouthful. Now watch what it looks like to fuck somebody with love," my brother said.

I was starting to think that we'd been down here for awhile, and worry that someone else may discover us. But Kevin wasn't concerned about it at all. He lubed up his hard dick and stuck it up in me. I braced myself on a case of liquor bottles as he fucked me in front of this stranger. It was oddly exciting, having this guy watch us. As I glanced his way I saw that he was exposed and beating off. Kevin drove his cock deeply into me and started fucking me with passion.

"You know I love you man. This cock is for you. I'll...never...fuck...another...ass," he said as he fucked it in and out of me. "You got that bro? You hear me?" Then I felt his cock grow and twitch as he started to come. He grabbed my hips and held it deep in me as he shot. The voyeur then came too, groaning loudly as he did. This seemed like too much for the guy. He just came and came, moaning loudly all the while. Kevin rested on my back for a minute after he'd shot, and then pulled out slowly and went automatically to his knees behind me, licking me clean. The stranger was still mesmerized by our love, and just stayed on his knees and watched on. My brother then stood and grabbed me quickly and turned me around to face him. He kissed me deeply, a long wet kiss. Then he turned to the guy and said "You got yours, now go on man."

The guy stood and put his cock back in his pants and headed for the back door. Before he walked outside it, he turned and said "Thanks guys, you were really awesome."

I was feeling a bit better at this point, with my bro holding me tight, but I still felt betrayed and pissed off. Part of me didn't even want to know if this had been an ongoing thing, but I asked anyway.

"Man, please try to believe that it means nothing, ok? It's just a money thing bro...And I'm sorry I haven't been straight with you from the beginning. That's a big part of the reason I started working here. It's really good money, just letting some fucker suck my cock. Please try to see it the way it really is, man. It's only sex for money. It's nothing like what we share."

I listened as my beautiful brother spoke, and did my best to take it for what it was. But I still felt the anger in me. There had been times I'd had an opportunity to be with someone else, but I hadn't even entertained the idea. I didn't have any desire to be with someone else. But I tried still to look at the situation as not of one of desire. Finally I could speak again.

"I just want you to be honest man. I would do anything for you, I really love you. No more secrets, ok?"

"I promise bro. No more secrets."

We hugged each other again, and realized that it was after last call. It was miraculous that we hadn't been discovered by anyone. I started helping my brother put some of the cases of liquor away, and just in time. Within just a couple minutes, the other bartender came downstairs.

"Oh cool, glad that's gettin' done tonight," he said as he saw what we were doing. "Thanks for helpin' out," he said to me, "there's a beer waitin' for ya, man." He turned and started back up the stairs. After he disappeared, I looked at my bro and we both had an expression of 'wow' on our faces. We put the rest of the cases in the storage in silence, and started up the stairs together. We went up to the bar where our beers were waiting for us, each of us turning our bottle towards the ceiling drinking quickly, and headed to the door.

For a long while after that night when I had caught my brother with another guy, I really had a problem getting over it. Despite his numerous apologies and swearing it would never happen again, I had my doubts. And I was still so bitter about it all. I kept hearing his words from years ago saying, "You're mine now"... I wanted him to be mine, and mine only. Sometimes the jealousy I felt was crippling. I knew I had to get beyond this. I knew I still loved him as much as ever, but these were hard feelings to let go for some reason. I found myself thinking of that night at the most inopportune times. When I was tattooing someone I needed to be focused on that, not on other thoughts. I had moved past apprenticeship and had my own customers now, and my work was good. I wanted to keep it that way, and not let these troubles in my head be the reason for a less than perfect job. So one day I actually decided to talk to someone about it, other than my brother.