Joe’s Looks
It was very weirdly the way my brother Joe had started looking at me these past few days. It was a meaningful look, somehow lubricious, as if he was trying to hook me up. But he’s heterosexual, did have a girlfriend for seven years and I couldn’t believe he could be just trying to help me, a way to make me forget my depression.
I was trying to forget Greta, with whom I had split up a month ago. I couldn’t easily forget her, but she’d run away with another man, and I mean run away, cause she’d gone 100 kilometers up north.
I’m Dermott O’Rourke and I’m an elementary teacher. At 25 I can say I have the job I like most. Joe’s a paramedic and is very good in therapeutic massages, for instance.
Joe knew of my depression and also knew that I love sex, we’ve many times talked about this. Sometimes I’ve even told him, for we speak about this subject easily, that the only reason why I’ve never had sex with a boy so far is that no boy has ever seduced me, or else I would. I could imagine myself kissing a boy, even being naked next to one, caressing him, touching him or maybe go as far as masturbating him if he did the same to me, that is. But I could not imagine myself doing anything else with his dick, not because I thought that it would be disgusting, or painful, but just because I’d always thought I wouldn’t like to go that far. But anyhow I love sex and love trying new things and maybe I could be taken further. I admit I could have got hard with Joe’s looks were it not that a part in me thought this was only sympathy for his brother, not real desire, of course, cause he liked boys.
But the way he looked at me seemed to be playful glances that did not make me laugh, but did actually make me relax, for after getting out of a love affair, I needed to still feel I was attractive. And for Joe I was attractive, apparently.
We were dining for instance and apart from looking lecherously at me, he took his tongue out and rubbed his lips with it, as if luring me into kissing him. That’s when I noticed that Joe is handsome enough to at least feel the desire to kiss him.
One afternoon after coming from our jobs, I took a shower and later came out of the bathroom as usual wrapped in a towel and again Joe looked mischievously at me, rubbing his lips with his tongue but now also stroking his crotch. I couldn’t believe it, but he was hard! Then he stealthily approached me and as if he’d spent his whole life doing such things, he located my balls under the towel and started rubbing them. I couldn’t get angry at him.
-Oh Joe, I don’t know what’s gotten into you and I should stop you now, but I won’t -and I guess that then I returned to him a new lubricious smile.
-Come sit on the couch with me.
I nodded and we moved to the couch and sat. It was then that Joe really kissed my lips and since I missed sweetness, I found this act of kissing my handsome brother so sweet that I didn’t wanna stop. And kissing we were when I noticed he’d managed to remove my towel and I was then totally nude before Joe and what’s more, my boner spoke for me, I was rock hard! As if clearly telling him: oh, go on, please.
It was then that Joe clearly started to jack me off at the time he pulled down his zipper first and next took his cock, also rock hard, out for me to see. A strange instinct made me grab my brother’s cock too and there we were, masturbating each other. Oh, I really needed to again feel fire in my cock. This was unusual but the fact that it was somehow sex with my own brother made it kinky enough to keep me on fire, so I went on with his dick in my fist as mine was in his and sometimes it was me that kissed him fondly and now we seemed to agree in also touching each other everywhere.
-Ok Joe, I like what we’re doing and since we’re at it, I’d like you naked too.
-Good -he told me and started to strip and as he did, he was talking.
-You may be thinking, Dermott, that this is just sympathy for a brother who’s suffering and needs sex. But it’s not just sympathy. When you told me you’d do it with a boy, I was wondering whether I could do the same, for I’m also kinky enough, let me tell you. But looking into your sad eyes lately did strangely turn me on and I started looking at you and at nights in my room, I thought that I would really desire having sex with a boy, but only one, a boy whose name is Dermott O’Rourke.
Finally he was stark naked and sat again beside me. We resumed kissing, touching and jacking off.
-It seems that the two of us are kinky but this situation is arousing as hell -I continued speaking as he went on masturbating me and I was about to cum-. It’s not the same to try for the first time a different boy than doing it with your own brother, mainly when your looks -I smiled at him then- have been, say, a slow seduction.
-Good Dermott, and since we both like it, we can continue having this kinky fun. You love sex, I’ve always known that, but I also love it.
-I’m cumming, Joe.
And I couldn’t help but stain his hand then for I had warned him but he never withdrew his hand as if wanting just this: being dirtied with my semen. And just then he also happened to dirty my hand and with a lickerish grin, I tasted his spunk.
-Thanks for this, Joe, I feel wonderfully now. You’re both handsome and sexy and I’m happy to have played with my brother’s dick and entire body.
-Then we will repeat and tomorrow if you want, I will even massage your whole body, but you must be naked, Dermott.
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