We were left alone watching TV. My brother's boyfriend had gone to bed, exhausted after a long day of work, family visits, a heavy dinner, and plenty of alcohol. My wife had also gone to sleep, and our mother had headed out to karaoke with some friends. So it was just us, Pepo and me, watching TV in silence. Pepo is twenty-five and has been gay for as long as he can remember. I’m two years older, and I’ve been straight since I was thirteen.
"Do you remember when we used to jerk off together in bed?" I asked Pepo, out of the blue.
My brother smiled. I think he even blushed a little.
"There were leaks in your room," Pepo said.
"Yeah, that godawful winter."
"And they made us share a bed."
"For a week."
"And we jerked off every single night."
"You for me, and me for you."
We were silent for a while. But I had wanted to ask him what I asked next for a very long time.
"Did you want me?"
Pepo looked me in the eyes and nodded.
"And had you been with guys yet?" We had never talked about the past. I felt bold now because, suddenly, in the last few years, talking about these things with your gay brother wasn't looked down upon anymore.
"I’d done the same thing I did with you with a classmate, but not much else. Well... I gave him a blowjob. My first one..."
Even if Pepo didn't know it, he had reached the exact point I wanted to get to when I started the conversation.
"And didn't you ever want to...? You know..."
"To give you a blowjob?"
"Exactly."
"To be honest, when they fixed the leaks, I got pretty depressed. But I filled the void with... other things. And yeah, I would’ve given anything to suck your cock."
He shrugged. We went back to watching TV. At one point, I reached over to dim the halogen lamp. Pepo looked at me, amused.
"Trying to set the mood for the conversation?"
"Tell me something."
"Shoot."
"You said you filled the void with other things."
"Uh-huh."
"What things?"
"Ugh, it might be embarrassing."
"I doubt it."
"Well... I knew exactly where you hid your porn mags. Two or three times a week, you’d wait until everyone was asleep"—he paused here and looked at me with a certain intensity, as if telling me I hadn't changed much in all these years—"and you’d go into the bathroom and spend up to two hours beating yourself off."
"Yeah..." I said, with a hint of nostalgia.
"I used to watch through the keyhole."
"No way."
"Every single time. The keyhole lined up perfectly with the toilet, right at cock-level. It couldn't have been better. And while you were jerking off inside, I was doing it in the hallway."
"You never made a sound."
"I couldn't risk ruining our sessions. The most humiliating day of my life was when Mom got up and watched me for about five minutes before turning on the hallway light. I curled into a ball on the floor, caught red-handed, as if that would make me invisible to her."
"I never heard about that. How is that possible?"
"You must have been too busy with your own urges. Anyway, Mom grabbed me by the arm, took me to bed, and gave me a little lecture about privacy. Then she went to sleep, and you showed up fifteen minutes later, probably just finished. I swore I’d never spy on you again, but the urge was too strong. The next time I heard you get up and pull the mags out of the false bottom of the trunk, I was already back in position behind the door."
"Well, well. So you were having fun at my expense."
"A hell of a lot of fun."
We fixed our eyes on the TV. I don't know if I was just trying to have a hot conversation or if I was consciously trying to turn my gay brother on, but at one point, I let my hand fall onto my lap and stroked myself a little. Pepo pretended he hadn't seen it.
Remembering those times had awakened the teenager we all carry inside, and knowing that what I was proposing was forbidden (we were both committed) and that our partners were in the house, liable to wake up at any moment, made it even more exciting. Pepo still had to take the bait, which wasn't a given. I discovered, for my part, that I was all in when my cock went rock-hard like few times in my life. Pepo kept playing dumb, and I ran my hand up and down my entire length over my pants. Pepo stared stubbornly at the TV. I wanted to believe he was following my movements out of the corner of his eye, but I couldn't be sure. So I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Pepo looked me in the eyes then. I asked him with a look, and finally, he gave a slow nod. Thinking that if I didn't act fast my brother might change his mind, I hurriedly unzipped my pants and pulled them down, along with my briefs, to my ankles. My cock sprang out to meet him, fully erect. Seeing myself naked in front of my brother again turned me on even more, to the point where I thought I might come before Pepo even touched me. Pepo moved closer, but instead of going straight for my dick, he grabbed my polo shirt by the sides and pulled it over my head, leaving my chest bare. Then he stroked my abs, my nipples, and my arms. He repositioned himself on the sofa so he could put his face against mine, then buried it between my shoulder and neck, breathing in my scent.
"You smell so good," he whispered.
"You too," I said, and to my surprise, my voice came out husky.
The excitement and the urge to continue were overwhelming. My brother kissed my neck, sucked my right earlobe, and peppered me with kisses until he reached the corner of my mouth. He stopped there, waiting for my approval. I had never kissed a man, but this man was my brother, and kissing him didn't just feel right—the mere thought of it sent an electric current straight through my cock. So I opened my mouth and received his lips first, tasting the softness of mine, and then his tongue, searching for mine and tangling together in a struggle of pleasure. I felt the throb of my dick, so strong I was surprised it didn't make a sound. I needed it in his mouth right now. Pepo moved to my ear and said:
"Do you want me to suck you?"
I nodded, knowing my voice wouldn't come out. Pepo moved down to my member, so swollen and throbbing I didn't recognize it as mine. The moment he touched it, I felt like coming was imminent. I wouldn't be able to take much more. Then his hand gripped my length to measure its size and his lips kissed the glans, and I saw heaven. Without thinking, I grabbed his head and shoved my entire cock between his lips, unable to stand him doing things slowly. Pepo, surprised, swallowed deep. He realized I wouldn't last much longer and started moving frantically up and down my shaft, helped by my hands guiding the movement of his head. Soon my dick was covered in his spit. Pepo sucked and sucked and sucked, and I helped him with pelvic thrusts, never letting him pull it out of his mouth. My brother had incredible capacity; he took my whole shaft—which is about 7 inches and very thick—all the way to the base, and he could still drench the top of my balls with his spit with every lunge. For my part, my senses were blurred. The blowjob was fucking great, but what really sent me over the edge was that he was doing it—that my brother could fulfill one of his teenage fantasies, and, what the hell, mine too.
I felt the base of my cock contract with that urgency that warns there's no turning back. Heat shot up through my gut like a whip.
"I'm coming, Pepo," I managed to gasp, clenching my fingers in his hair. "I'm gonna blow right now."
Instead of pulling away or slowing down, my brother buried his head all the way, sealing his lips around the base of my dick. The first jolt tore a muffled groan from me that I had to choke back by biting my lip until it hurt, so as not to wake anyone in the house. I emptied myself inside his mouth with brutal force, shooting wave after wave of hot cream straight down his throat. Pepo didn't hesitate for a second; he swallowed every drop to the rhythm of my spasms, milking me with his tongue and lips with absolute devotion until he left me completely dry.
When my hips finally stopped thrusting and the tension left me, he pulled back slowly. A string of saliva glistened for a moment between my glans and his mouth before breaking. He licked his lips, breathing hard, and looked up at me with a mix of triumph, lust, and complicity.
I slumped against the back of the sofa, my heart thumping in my ears and my breath racing. The silence of the living room enveloped us again, broken only by our gasping. Pepo wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and settled beside me, resting his head on my bare shoulder while I caught my breath.
Neither of us said a word. We didn't need to. Upstairs, our partners were still sleeping, unaware that we had just settled a debt over ten years in the making. I put an arm around his shoulders, drawing him close, and we stayed like that, staring at the blank TV screen in the gloom, knowing this secret would stay locked forever between the two of us.
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