Brotherly Love

I have an older brother, Derek, who is about 2 years older than me.  I have worshiped him as long as I can remember.  Even though he teased me unmercifully, gave me way too many noogies, and several really gross times when he held me down and farted in my face.  That ended when I bit him, hard, on an ass cheek just as he was ready to fart.  But overall he was a great brother who I could talk to about anything.  Such as: I was very aware that he played with himself a lot.  I mean every night I would see his hand under the covers slowly pumping his cock.   The pumping would  increase until the bed would start to squeak a little and his breath would get loud and raspy.  Finally he would arch up, moan and (I know now), would shoot his wad into one of his white socks.  That sock was his girlfriend Miss cumming he liked to tell me with a grin and warned me to get my own girlfriend and to leave his alone.  This was before I was able to cum and I was fascinated by the whole thing.  One night after a hot session he got up and went to the bathroom.  He flipped the covers back, leaving Miss Cumming in open sight.  Before I knew it I leaped out of bed retrieved Miss Cumming and jumped back into bed.  I turned on my bedside flashlight and inspected Miss Cummings innards.  There were a few small blobs of a white, viscous substance that hadn't been absorbed by the sock yet.  I wiped up a little of this and put it in my mouth.  A little salty, a little grassy, richer than double heavy cream and the most wonderful taste sensation I had ever known.  I knew I wanted more of this; a LOT more.  The question was where and how.  From Derek obviously.

So one night after lights out, I posited the question.  Instead of shooting his load into Miss Cumming, could I have it?        There was a long awkward silence.     "what do you mean, can you have it?  Why in hell would you want it?"    With no hesitation I answered, "because it tastes so great and you obviously don't want it."    Another long silence, then "How do you know how my cum tastes?"    I told him about finding Miss Cumming with just enough cum to give me a taste and how fantastic it had tasted.  So I want more.  It seemed perfectly logical to me but Derek didn't feel the same way.   He abruptly ended the conversation with an emphatic NO and accused me of being a pervert.

So night after night I had to endure him jacking off and then deliberately getting rid of that nirvana liquid.  I felt it a terrible waste and it wasn't like Derek at all to be so stingy.  He had always been more than fair about sharing.  I tried to restart the conversation but Derek was having none of it.  I made it clear I felt he was just being stingy and turned over in a huff and went to sleep.

The next Saturday Derek went out with his buds and came home stoned and slightly drunk.  He struggled out of his clothes and fell into bed.  He was too buzzed to go to sleep so again the old routine started.  The pumping, the bed squeaking, and the raspy breathing.  But then instead of the bucking and moaning, he got very quiet for a while.  Suddenly he threw the covers off and got out of bed.  But instead of going to the bathroom he came over to my bed, bent over and whispered, "are you awake?"     "yes"    "You know that thing we talked about a while back?"   "yes"   "well, I've been thinking about it and maybe you're right calling me selfish.  So if you still want it, you can have it.  Do you still want it?"     "Hell fucking yes I still want it!"   I turned over and there right in front of my face was Dereks boner, slightly pulsing and with a drop of clear liquid about ready to drip off.  My tongue darted out and I licked the head of his cock which really made it jerk.   Derek gave a gasp. "That felt amazing.  Do it again."   This time I very slowly licked all around his dick head and again, he gasped.      "Listen bro, do you think you could let me put my dick in your mouth?   Maybe just for a little while?"   "If that's what it takes to get my reward you can put it in there as long as you want."   Again with the gasp and a moan as he slowly slid his dickhead past my lips and into my mouth.  As I got that slightly salty taste and felt his cock slide over my tongue I had one of those moments when a great truth comes to you in a flash of light.  It was as though my mouth had been asleep for years and now it was waking up and realizing that it had been waiting forever for this to happen.  Derek was taking way too long to slowly slip into my mouth so I cupped his balls with one hand and took in the whole length of him in one quick gulp till I felt his pubes tickling my nose.  I instinctively backed off and then back to the hilt again.   Above me I heard that distinctive rasping breath that told me he was about to cum.       "Fucking hell!  Get ready; your reward is coming"  A big moan and then it did. It came and it came in hot blasts of that thick tasty elixir of the gods.   Then it slowed to a small stream and the hard pulsing relaxed to a gentle throb as it emptied the last bit of his jizz onto my avid tongue.  I was ecstatic to finally get the cum I had been so hungry for and above and beyond that I had found getting that cum directly from the source made my whole world fall into place.  Now I knew where and how to get my cum dose and my life was suddenly really good.  Derek also found he loved being my source and once again our brotherly love came back to center.

And then the Wagners moved in next door.  But that is a whole nother story...