Sharing my Brothers Room

It was time for our second night, I didn’t think the luck I had from last night could reoccur, we played PlayStation for a couple of hours, then at bed time we both stripped down to our boxers, and Eric noticed my obvious woody, as I was thinking about what happened last night. He laughed and said you hoping for another wet dream, I said “You know it” kiddingly. Then I went for it, I said “only this time you should give me a reach around. He laughed and said well we’ll see about that. We climbed into bed the same positions as last night. Eric reached over my stomach, and down to my dick and grabbed it tightly, and said “You mean like this” and I quickly said “Yes, don’t let go man, rub that sucker”. He said “Sucker? Ok” and turned me toward him on my back as he put his face right down at my fly hole and he pulled at the waistband and went right in, sucking my dick! What the fuck, he wasn’t even subtle about it. I was in dreamland, as he came off me and said, “See I can pretend to be asleep better than you, you little shit”. I said “Fuck, you knew”? He said “you think I was born yesterday”? As he went back down on my dick, and my hands went to grab his head to guide him in my fantasy, I was in ecstasy.

I grabbed his dick through his shorts and quickly we both simultaneously moved into a 69 position as he tugged my shorts off and me his. His dick was larger than mine, much more developed and full, more muscular if you will, of course I was staring directly at it 2 inches from my eyes, I saw every line, vein, wrinkle and shifting of color, from the pink head with a tightly sealed slit with the finely cross linked fingerprint lines, to the purple rim around the head, thickest at the offset top, to the brownish rings from circumcision to the fleshy tones of the shaft leading to the neatly trimmed bush at its base, my line of site then followed the wrinkles of his shaved pinkish ball sack to the curvature of those kidney shaped outlines of his balls that poked upward on either side of that shaft, that I just wanted to grab between my lips and suck on rolling them each into my saliva filled mouth.

He did much the same, as I looked down at him just staring. I know he and his friends had done much more than me, and he wasn’t jumping right into it, he was enjoying me as I was he. I could tell he was hesitant as I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he looked at my smaller boyish dick, not yet frown to capacity and its fine coating of fine furry hair, it looked white against his face as it grew to erection, and my small balls rolled inside my sack. He reached up and touched my shaft with one hand, my ball sack with the other and gently put his tongue out licking the seam from the base to the spot where the head separates from the shaft, and he licked tiny circles all around that spot. I said “Oh god, Don’t Stop” but he did, and he continued to engulf the head into his warm spit filled mouth, was this really happening? My first Blow Job, and I couldn’t believe it. Meanwhile I was so involved with the feeling he was applying to my dick I totally forgot his gorgeous dick was sitting there just inches from my face, I took his lead and tried to copy the things he was doing to me, but my mouth was so dry it felt like sandpaper on his skin. He pulled away once or twice as if I was hurting him, I began to feel inadequate as I tried to figure out what I was doing different or wrong. My mind was so filled with sexual excitement that I couldn’t analyze properly my own actions. I asked him if it was ok and to tell me what or how to do it, I wanted him to feel just like he was making me feel. He stopped momentarily and said “No teeth” and I realized immediately what I was doing wrong.

He moved to my ball sack and followed ever so gently the seam of my sack right down the middle to the underside, “Oh my God” again his wet tongue on my underside beginning to work his way ever so slowly through my taint toward my ass, he spent many minutes in the thigh to check cracks on each side before gradually moving in to the true ass crack, where he ran up one side and down the other. By now he was gently massaging my shaft at the same time, making me ooze fluid from my slit which he instinctively rubbed his palm over then massaging it into my shaft, I felt like I was about to shoot cum to the opposite bedroom wall, when he stopped, and made me catch up.

I liked my way around all of his parts, I wasn’t too keen on my tongue working his ass crack though, when h began jerking himself, Damn I thought to myself, I was concentrating on my tonguing technique and neglecting his dick, so I moved my hand up to his when he released and let me continue. He put his mouth back on my dick and worked it hard this time sucking with sucking sounds releasing from the slight air gapping as he desperately attempted to create more saliva to over lubricate my dick, I screamed “Oh my God I’m cumming I’m cumming Now” “Holy Crap” did I cum, not to the opposite wall mind you, but directly into his mouth, he never took his mouth off my throbbing dick until every last drop was gone and I winced in pain that his now gentle touch touched my sensitive quickly shrinking cock, as it seemed to retreat into a turtle position.

He said ok now you need to do your best and concentrate on getting him off, again I tried to copy his actions to me as I remembered them, and holy crap I was making myself hard again already just thinking about the next move and that big fat juicy thing in and around my mouth and face. He began to help me by jerking himself off while I worked my still dry mouth all around the head, he suddenly started to whisper and gradually kept getting louder, “Its almost there, keep going, keep it going, oooh, right there, ok ,ok, ok here it cums”, and not to want it in my mouth as I could already taste some pre cum, I pulled off where he shot his load up to the angled ceiling and on my cheeks and some got in my eye. It burned, and I had to immediately wipe it out grabbing the blanket and he dared me to put his cum drippings from his limping dick in my mouth, and reluctantly, I did and, although I didn’t care too much for the taste, I could see a gratification in his eyes of me taking that action, making it well worth it. I have grown to love its taste today but it was my brother and our incestuous relationship that enabled my love of cock to be what it is today, you can say I had the best teacher. I often wonder who his teacher was, it had to be one of his friends, no way had he gotten that good at what he does by himself. No wonder his friends all liked to come around.

It amazes me that he was so gentle and went very slowly with me, our next night we advanced a bit further in our lessons, I just was hoping there wouldn’t be a test. Night 3 may push me to my limits or will I pass my limits.