My Brother

Duke

I hurried off to dad’s store—a farm store, still with very little clue as to what might happen.

Afternoons were usually pretty slow there. Only dad and his old friend Duke were there.

Duke saw me first, and already started surprising me by putting his finger to the outside of my lip, where he wiped off a bit of cum, still lingering from sucking off my brother. He then wiped it right on my lip, and just said “Interesting.”

There was no way I could reply to that.

Duke was just a bit shorter than my dad, maybe a few years older, with a deeper but somehow more quiet voice. He had lived alone for as long as I had known. He was always friendly, but I hadn’t really thought much beyond that. I had honestly never really given a second thought as to whether he was handsome or not. But he was certainly in good shape for a man his age.

Dad greeted me with a kind hello, and actually kissed me, right on the lips. Duke had to have seen. Dad never did that.

They both seemed to be in a quiet visiting mood. I still had no clue as to what might be up.

And then dad asked me to show Duke where the bathroom was.

The bathroom was up through the back warehouse, then down the stairs and in the basement. I was so clueless I really had little option other than to just obey.

But Duke had to already know where the bathroom was, no?

Duke almost walked more beside me than behind me. As we entered the ramp up to the warehouse, Duke turned to me. Another surprise.

“So were you just being sloppy, or was that intentional?”

I was halfway clueless, but not entirely. Duke must have been talking about the cum lingering on my outer lip.

I had no idea what to say. To be honest, I really didn’t know what the answer was.

I was trying to remember if I had ever said anything about sex to my dad, let alone Duke.

So I mostly just got embarrassed, and kept walking up the ramp, around the bags of feed and fertilizer.

Duke put his hand on my shoulder.

“So you really want to go all the way down to the bathroom? We both know I’m not going to piss in any toilet.”

Fuck. I was more confused than ever, although of course I couldn’t get out of my mind sucking my dad off that morning.

Let alone my ongoing daydream of whether my dad might be willing to fuck me.

Duke continued: “I mean we can if you want, but your dad’s not gonna hear anything going on between us if we go all the way downstairs.”

I looked at him, as puzzled as ever.

Duke smiled. “You should at least give me a kiss like the one you just gave your dad, don’t you think?”

I obeyed. Nothing else came to my mind but to obey. Just a quick one, but to the lips.

Duke looked at me.

“Your dad was right.”

He had to know I was still clueless.

“Lots of potential. But way too rushed, and probably way too worried.”

I had to be starting to understand where this might be going, but I still mostly just felt still clueless.

“Don’t be so rushed. Give me another kiss. Even if you don’t know me all that well, you have to know plenty about my nephew.”

Fuck. Again. His nephew the popular jock. The well-hung, attractive, overly horny jock. Everybody knew at least that.

“Just take your time, and let it happen.”

I put my lips on Duke’s. Was that what this was about, really? I lingered, although my heart was pounding. I was sure Duke had to be able to feel it.

He brought me in closer. Leaned me against a wall of feed and fertilizer, in the dark warehouse.

I felt his tongue lick my lips.

Somehow that relaxed me. And his tongue entered my mouth.

I met his tongue with mine. He sucked on my tongue. Just a bit.

Then he pulled me towards him and looked at me. “Interesting.”

Damn. This was about a kiss? What had dad told Duke?

“Don’t worry so much. Don’t be so rushed. Be more curious. Don’t be so anxious.”

And Duke’s deep voice calmed me, somehow even more.

And even though I still hadn’t really said even a single word, I leaned up to kiss him, one more time.

Duke’s mouth greeted mine somehow differently.

Our open mouths connected. He leaned on me, as his tongue penetrated my mouth even deeper.

And I still have no idea whether it was just me, or whether Duke guided my hand down to his crotch. But once it was there it didn’t take long to confirm what I had already suspected. Duke’s cock was quickly going hard.

My heart beat even harder. Duke’s cock seemed way bigger than my dad’s, and definitely bigger than Doug’s. Philip’s and my brother’s weren’t really in the running.

Could it really be that long? Could it really be that thick? Could his cockhead really be that big?

But Duke was focusing on kissing me.

As I finally wondered whose idea it was to bring me into the store. Had it really been dad’s? Had it been Duke’s?

So Duke had to know I had sucked my dad off. Even though I still didn’t really know what my dad knew.

We kept kissing. Duke somehow rolled us around, so now I was leaning against him, and his back was up against the towers of feed and fertilizer.

I couldn’t stop myself from feeling him over, again and again, finally working his pants open. Not even thinking about how much noise we might be making, or about whether my dad might be hearing anything.

And somehow I worked Duke’s cock out.

Fuck.

I was loving the way Duke was kissing me.

But I had never kissed much before, although I had been sucking a fair bit of dick.

But this was also different.

Duke’s cock was so thick. And so soft, somehow, at the same time it was so hard. And even before I worked it out, I could feel how wet his cockhead was, leaking precum, almost as if he were pissing, at least a bit.

The more I touched it, with my actual hand, the better and more passionately he seemed to kiss me.

Duke pulled back. “You really want to do this?”

I still had no idea at all how to respond to anything Duke had asked me so far.

I had so many questions, none of which I really dared to ask. And none of the answers to which I believed I was actually capable of dealing with.

He looked at me. I was pretty sure no one had ever looked at me like that before.

I gently squoze his shaft, his cockhead, even his balls—damn—I was sure I had never even imagined balls that big--as I gently worked them out of his pants.

Damn.

Is this really somehow why dad had invited me to his store?