Drunken brother

SECOND PART OF THE STORY

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-As I started to lick your stinking feet, Liam, I wrinkled my nose thinking that would be a new ordeal, but as I want you calm, I wanna tell you it was not as difficult as I thought. You know, brother, the smell of stinking feet is awful but not so awful the taste. It was just as if I had been told to lick vinegar, a product that of course I would never have licked, but once you do it, you only focus on the taste of vinegar and that’s what I did. Understand me, Liam, those little thoughts I suddenly had saved me a lot of mental anguish.

-Did I have you a long time licking my stinking feet?

-Five minutes in each and you also told me you thought the bitch you had hired should have known how to do it better since we had agreed on the phone that I would also do this. But you told me to lick your toes one by one and finally you took me to your other foot. Five more minutes, but your bitch, myself, had really learnt how to do it. Understand me, bro: I would never have chosen to lick somebody’s stinking feet but all the time I kept the two comforting thoughts that saved me: I was just licking vinegar and I was giving fun to my drunken brother. And one more thing I would like to tell you.

-Tell me, Howard.

-I guess you have more slaves, don’t you?

-I don’t have any. I have only used occasional slaves in gay bars sometimes.

-Can’t you see the big fun you can have with them, for even drunk as you were last night you were obviously experiencing fun with me? Can you not perceive what fun a boy could have with you if he likes submitting and doing every kind of sexual thing with you, even dirty things? But you must be sober so all those things are funny for both.

-I promise solemnly I will try now to give up alcohol, Howard: I have hurt the one I love most. But maybe it is not easy for me: I’m really addicted. But you are right: it will be better when it is consensual and being sober. I still can’t believe I did all that to you.

-Well, after ten minutes you told me I should give you the next fun. I didn’t know what it was but I knew you would not finish quickly with your bitch. I sighed and thought to myself: hope my brother soon gets tired of using his bitch and can be persuaded to be taken home and sleep. But now you took off your T-shirt. If I were gay, I would say you have a hot chest, so once more I tell you it would be wonderful for a boy to have sex with you. But now you asked me to lick your pits.

-Oh hell, Howard; I spared you nothing.

-But since I want you calm, I will say something. Not only it was not a big deal, but after sucking your cock and licking your feet, the smell and taste of your armpits surprised me as something delicious. At least there was something I enjoyed and I thought to myself: what the fuck? My brother is stronger than me and in the state you were then you would surely rape me sooner or later, so I would try to enjoy now. And I did, Liam, that’s why I am quite sure now that a boy could have a lot of fun with you if you knew what you were doing. Even your brother was surprised having a bit of fun with you.

-I’m glad about that, Howard. Thank God there was something you enjoyed.

-I did enjoy so much that I kept my determination to give you fun and I also said to myself that I would also have fun and I would never mind remembering I had some sexual fun with my brother. You were confusing me with a bitch and every now and then humiliating me. So I would also try and be myself and have fun, and what’s more, I became convinced then that I would lick some other guy’s pits too if they had that smell. So it was not so bad, for your brother then knew for sure he would also have sex with boys after last night. So see, Liam, instead of hurting me, you even helped me discover something about myself.

-I’m glad of that at least.

-I tell you now I could have cum with your pits but after only five minutes in your second armpit, you suddenly started to barf. And then you told me I should eat your puke, as we had also agreed on the phone.

-Oh shit –and my brother started again to cry his eyes out.

-It was not only that I became of course nauseated and frightened. It’s more than that, brother. Doing this when your mind is unclear can also be dangerous, for you know very well that I am diabetic, even if I don’t need insulin so far, just pills. I don’t know whether gin has sugar but coke certainly has. So now my big fright was swallowing sugar.

-Oh, my god, Howard, I could have killed you.

-You didn’t, Liam, but think what kind of things you can do when you lose your mind.

-Did you finally eat it?

-I had no more chance. I knew that if I didn’t, you would beat me again and I would do anything rather than being beaten by my brother. So with disgust I did what you wanted me to do and started eating your gin and coke barf. I tell you now that even eating puke could have been easy if it only were your food digestion but I tell you again, Liam, I was disgusted but not cause I was eating puke, I could cope with that, but because I was swallowing alcohol. You know a year ago, seeing you constantly drunk, I took the decision to become abstemious. But once again I thought what fun you could have with a boy if he was willing to eat your puke, and imagining you now with a clear mind, I even imagined you regarding yourself as powerful seeing a boy eating your digestion and enjoying.

-Oh bro, you are even thinking of the funs I could have being sober. For Christ’s sake, Howard, curse me.

-I will never do that. I remember perfectly the great brother I had before you started drinking.

-Were you a long time eating puke?

-I had almost finished when I felt you dropping my pants and suddenly I felt your schlong finally raping me. That’s what I feared and now I was being raped and eating puke at the same time.

-For God’s sake, Howard, before you start to tell me what you felt, let me apologize first even if I know you don’t want me to do it. And you cannot tell me what your feelings were in the rape if first I don’t solemnly promise to you again that I will totally give up alcohol. Now tell me, Howard, I’d rather be mentally tortured that not knowing about my reprehensible behaviour last night.

-As you can guess, Liam, you have such a long dick and since I’ve never been fucked, it became real torture, but only physical torture, not mental, and I will tell you now. But I had two ordeals for I still hadn’t finished eating your puke. As my ass was being ripped open by your prong my ordeal was easier trying to focus my mind only in ending one of the ordeals as soon as possible and I can tell you now that disgust is better for me than pain. Of course I was crying my eyes out but I finished the dregs and concentrated on the rape.

-Don’t cry, you bitch, you must also be used to long dicks. –You told me.

-I am Liam, sir, but long dicks still make me cry –you never used my name and I didn’t tell you so you never thought it was your brother. But “my client” had introduced himself and you had told me I could call you Liam and also sir. So that’s what I did and I never called you brother for I thought about the anguish you could suddenly have if you could realize the bitch was your own brother. And then I had again an illuminating thought.

-What did you think?

-I didn’t want to lose my brother. You have helped me through many things that have happened in my life. You helped me with my diabetes, helped me when my girlfriend left me and you are wise and tender. And I wanted it always like that. So I thought that I would not allow you to rape me. It was as simple as thinking that you were fucking me with my consent. So you only raped me for a couple of minutes till I had this though. And I even thought I could have surrendered my ass willingly to you if I had known about your lust for me and you had politely asked me.

-Oh shit, Howard, I can believe what you’re saying.

-It’s fact bro: I don’t want to lose you. Just think about the dangers of losing your mind, but be sure I like just the same as I’ve always liked you. You unwillingly tortured me physically but never psychologically.

-You have such mental strength, bro.

-And I also discovered last night I have a strong resistance to pain. Your dick continued to hurt me and I am sure even know my ass is bleeding, but I could withstand it. At last you started doing something sweet to your bitch and started to grope my whole chest but with my T-shirt on all the time. Noticing you sweet with me at last, something I desperately needed, the pain stopped just then. I don’t know yet if being fucked gives me some fun but maybe one day I will have a boy fucking me. But I took a new decision then.

-Did the rape or the fucking take long?

-A quarter of an hour, Liam. I suppose drunken boys suffer impotence but you were too horny with my crack and took long to cum.

-What’s the decision you took?

-All that time, I had thought I would never tell you anything about what you did last night, but just then I thought I’d better tell you everything, cause I knew just the fact of knowing you treated you own brother as a bitch would give you such mental anguish, though I don’t want you to cry anymore as you’re doing right now, that the mere memory could make you reject alcohol forever. It’s not fair, bro, that you can ever be indicted with rape: you are a wonderful boy after all and I couldn’t let you ruin the rest of your life.

-Oh Howard, what a good brother I have. I don’t deserve such tenderness after what I did to you. But at least I promise I would always take care of whatever problems you can have in the future and I will devote the rest of my life to your happiness.

-Thanks, Liam. Well, fortunately you came at last filling my ass with semen for the first time in my life. It was over.

-Did I do anything else to you?

-Now I had to be very careful, for I suspected seeing how horny you were, you would still like to do some more things with me. So I decided on a strategy. I told you that I had enjoyed so much with you that I would like to do it again, but now on a bed. It was the only thing I could think about to take you home. Fortunately you found it a good idea. I told you that I lived very far away but you told me you lived very close and we could go to your house. That’s what I wanted and of course I couldn’t let you know we lived in the same house. So we headed home at last. You kept on walking with a boner. You had obviously enjoyed your bitch and wanted to prolong the fun with him. Finally we reached our hallway. You were very awkward with the keys but of course I could not take out mine. You told me you lived on the second floor, something I knew very well. And we took the lift and you were stroking my crotch again. And finally we were home.

-And what now, Howard? I hope I never did anything else to you.

-I had thought what I should tell you when we were home. So I told you to wait for me in your bedroom, naked if you wanted, but first I had to brush my teeth, dirty with your puke.

-I have woken up naked this morning, Howard. Oh for God’s sake, tell me I didn’t do any more things to you.

-You got into your bedroom, Liam and I headed straight to mine and locked the door. Since my bedroom has no bathroom, I had to spend all last night with the taste of your puke in my mouth. But with my door locked, you could not enter and I was safe. I don’t know what you did. Probably you were expecting your bitch to return but seeing he didn’t come, you must have decided to sleep it off.  You never came to my door and knocked. This is all till this morning I decided to tell you everything. But there’s more.

-Tell me whatever you have to tell me, Howard.

-So far I have been telling you the version of what the client Liam did. Now I want to tell you what your brother really felt and I have not told you yet. Now you will hear the version of the bitch Howard.

-Ok, tell me.