Gay incest stories > Little Boy Blue, A Love Story (part 1)
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I was one of those "late" children. Some call us accidents. I prefer the term surprise. My parents had their first two children in succession, with only thirteen months between my sister Stephanie and my brother Oliver. This little bundle came along just about nine years later.
We lived modestly in a typically suburban midwest community. Our home, a small three bedroom, one bath tract house was built in the postwar fifties when so many of these prefab communities were erected. Our lives, just as typically were very suburban,... even sheltered. Mom stayed home taking care of her house and family with Dad working in a nearby factory, often putting in long hours. Dad was a quiet man, whom I realize now, was probably just exhausted during much of the time I can remember spending with him. Though my memories are few as he was killed in an auto accident coming home one evening after a twelve hour shift. I had just turned eight.
Even at this tender age, I remember having a surprisingly clear concept of the fact that while I didn"t feel as if I really knew him, I still was overwelmed by a profound sense of loss. I was devastated. Had it not been for my close relationship with my sister and brother, I"m sure my emotional state would have been largely unnoticed. Not because my mother was insensitive or unfeeling. But rather because she was devastated as well. And while still being devestated, she was then burdened with the task of being the sole support of our family. So Mom went off to work in the same factory to which Dad had gone each morning while many of the daily responsibilities of raising an eight year old fell to my siblings.
Oliver and I shared a small bedroom equipped, of course, with bunkbeds. Oliver was my hero. Not at all like the stereotypical "big brother" who"s irritated by the very presence of a pestering, clingy little brother. He genuinely enjoyed being a big brother and a role model. He had always been very tolerant of me, but never more than when Dad died. A few days following the funeral I found myself breaking into uncontrollable sobbing. Daytime. Nightime. Any time. All the time. Particularly late at night. I remember it began with Oliver coming down from the top bunk and just hugging and rocking me to sleep, whispering over and over in my ear "Shhh... It"ll be allright. I"ve got you". It was a comfort unlike any I"d known before,... or since.
I idolized Oliver. He was a kind and patient brother. He was now a surrogate father and took on this role without reservation. The late night tears kept coming and his late night comfort patrol was always swift. One particular night, Oliver was obviously tired after school and an unusually long football practice.
When he heard my sniffling below, he came down from his bunk and layed on the inside of mine, near the wall. Pulling me near, he wrapped me in his arms wearily whispering "Shhh...It"s alright. I"ve got you". There we slept. There we awoke. It was the soundest, safest sleep I"ll ever know. It was a place I never wanted to leave.
While my sorrow eventually began to subside , my knowledge that I wanted and needed this comfort that Oliver provided, and that one depended on the other was clear. So whether it was concious or not, these nights became the routine. Soon, Oliver wouldn"t even bother to climb into his bunk, choosing instead to share the bottom with me. I can"t put into words the depth or the intensity of my feelings for him. To have his strong arms pull me close. To feel his heart beating and his warm breath as he whispered in my ear "I"ve got you." It wasn"t sexual in any way, but I now know how sensual it was. That"s not to say that I wasn"t made aware of his nocternal erections pretty early on. Just that I didn"t think of it as sexual or believe it to be unusual.
Every now and then I"d awaken enough in the middle of the night to feel his hard-on pressing into my backside. There would be a very slight and slow motion in his hips and his hold on me would become tighter. Knowing he was sound asleep and loving being held so tight, I"d drift back off. We slept only in our "fruit of the looms" and more and more often, we"d rise in the morning with the damp remnants of his ejaculations between us.
Over two years passed with no break in our routine. Oliver grew into a strapping young man. He was a classically handsome man. With dark brown hair he always wore just a little longer than he should have and even darker brown eyes framed dramatically with unusually long lashes, everyone would comment on his appeal. He had dimples which emerged only when he smiled his devilish grin and his build was much like our fathers. At 5"10", he was muscular but without that new, contrived physique that so many gym rats now have. And his early teen "happy trail" of brown hair evolved into a late teens full chest and stomach of thick brown hair. Long before I knew what sex was, I was always facinatated by his nipples. Unlike my small, dime sized nips, his were quite large, half dollar rounds with very pronounced knobs standing out from his post-pubescent blanket of fur.
Steph and I, on the other hand, quite clearly got our genes from my mothers side. Mom was barely 5", and I remained very small for my age. Throughout grade school my peers were always looking down at me. Not figuratively but literally. Socially I had no problems. I tended to be rather outgoing and witty, not to mention that in our small community, I was known as Oliver"s little brother. Riding the coat tails of his popularity was a no-brainer. No one else knew of our sleeping arrangements and although I don"t remember his ever saying anthing to me about it, I think I instictively knew that it was a secret we should keep. It may have also been a secret I wanted to keep so nobody else could know the warmth of his touch or the purely safe haven of his embrace. That was mine,... my turf that I wanted to preserve.
For over a year after graduating high school, he worked a couple different odd jobs in town but had obviously not yet found his niche. Steph had gone off to UCLA a year earlier, but Oliver wasn"t too enthused by the thought of college, nor could Mom afford it anyway. His marks were always okay but not worthy of the scholarships necessary to fund a higher education. And while he kept much later hours during that last year, he would still come home, climb onto the inside of my bed and pull me close from behind. Sometimes with the stale smell of beer or a faint scent of pot, he would never fail to breathe into my ear whispering "Shhh,... I"ve got you." I don"t believe Mom ever knew of our sensual closeness. She was too busy working long hours and deligated much of the responsibility for me to Oliver, ... for leadership, for recreation and even discipline. While I might be sassy or smart off to her, she knew I"d do anything Oliver told me without question.
Late one evening, after Mom and I had dined alone, she was cleaning up while I sat at the kitchen table doing homework. Oliver arrived home and was blatently brimming with some news he wanted to share. After some preliminary excitement, he sat Mom down and from across the table he announced he had joined the Army and would be leaving in two weeks.
Shamefully, to this day I don"t remember what my mother"s reaction was. While I"m sure it had to have been that of any mother, including shock and concern for the safety of her baby, I unfortunately have no recollection of her response. Selfishly thinking of no one but myself , I was stunned. Literally stunned. I didn"t hear any more of what was said at the table that night. I heard only a loud ringing in my ears. My thoughts were not of Mom, or more importantly, of Oliver and what this meant for him. Only what it meant for me. I could picture no life without Oliver in it.
I began to realize just how much I needed him, how much I relied on him for everything, .... and how much I loved him. I began to tear up and ran to my room to cry. Mom called out to me but I ignored her. I heard her say to Oliver "Go. Go take care of him."
The sounds of Mom going back to washing dishes were followed by the bedroom door opening and closing. There he stood and the minute we made eye contact, I completely lost it. He tried hard to console me holding me tightly and whispering "Shhh,...I"ve got you.", finally calming me enough to stop crying. He held me while he explained that he"d always be there for me, but that he had to go. He tried with limited success to explain to a selfish eleven year old, his reasons for going. With the child temporarily appeased, he returned to Mom in the kitchen and I listened to their muffled voices for a while before I rejoined them.
Not able to give a single thought to my homework, I pretended to complete it and put my books away and was ushered off to bed. Lying alone in my bunk, dreading daily life without Oliver, I again began to cry. Silently I wimpered into my pillow for some time. I heard the door open and close again and I knew it was Oliver coming to bed. So it was no surprise when he undressed and began to climb in. The surprise was my reaction to his presence. My self pity turned suddenly to anger and that anger was with Oliver.
"How could you do this to me!?!", I cried. With him behind me, I elbowed him in the stomach and tried to get up. He responded by wrapping me in his arms and holding tighter than ever before. I twisted and tried to break free but to no avail. Oliver squeezed me so tightly, it took my breath away. It wasn"t long before I knew I wasn"t going anywhere. Feeling helpless, I stopped fighting. I continued to cry and he continued to hold me tightly whispering deeply, "Shhh,... I"ve got you."
When I had clearly cried myself dry, he began to quietly explain why he had joined and why it was important to him. Oddly, this was my first thought to how this would effect him. I slowly began to actually listen to his words and while still not fully understanding, I was beginning to accept. Still whispering in my ear, Oliver said the words that got my undivided attention. "You don"t think it"ll be easy for me to leave you, do you?" As he continued, I can still remember this being the first time in my life it occurred to me that my need for him wasn"t one sided. I knew he loved me. I knew he protected me and took care of me. And I knew I needed him. But when he whispered "I need you, baby" and his lips kissed my neck, I suddenly felt how much he needed me too. With the words having been spoken aloud, I was overcome with emotion. I turned in his arms to face him saying "I need you too". For a moment after the words were out we just gazed into eachothers eyes. A moment later I found his mouth on mine. With no real clue as to what a real kiss consisted of, I froze. Only a few seconds passed when his mouth opened and I felt his tongue probing my mouth. Opening my lips wide I quickly learned my first lesson in "the kiss".
My heart was pounding and my senses were alive with wonder. I was feeling something like never before. Not just the comfort and safety of being in Olivers arms, but a sudden rush of desire. A desire, so intense my body began to shake. Oliver pulled me close to him and while passionately kissing me, his hands began to caress me. Down my back, to my cotten clad ass, down the backs of my legs. Pulling one of my legs forward and over his, our crotches pressed hard together. I was hard,... he was hard,... we were hard together. My God, what was this thing taking hold of us? He began to gently grind his hips which was all it took. My shaking gave way to what felt like an all-out convulsion as I experienced my first orgasm. Had our mouths not been pressed so tightly together, my cries of pleasure would surely have been audible to our mother. As my head came out of the fog, Oliver kept kissing me,... my mouth, down my neck and back again. I was in ecstacy.
Our kiss broke and he whispered "Just in time." I asked him what he meant, and he quietly explained that he only had two weeks left and that I had just taken the first step to being a man. This made me so proud I wanted desparately to know the next steps. Please, please, tell me!... my thoughts were screaming in my head. He kissed me again and guided my hand between us to his crotch. I had seen Oliver naked and I had felt him pressed against my back. But this was my first time touching him. He slid out of his jockey shorts, freeing his erection. It was suddenly clear how much bigger he was than me. His dick was twice as long and much thicker than mine and had a lovely downward curve to it. Oliver rolled onto his back pulling me with him. Still in my underwear, now stained with my first cum, I found I still had a hardon and was ready for whatever came next.
We kissed some more then he stretched his neck out. Remembering his kisses on my neck and how they felt, I began my work to make him feel as good as he did me. Working downward, reaching the nape of his neck, my hands began caressing his chest. It felt like a carpet of hair running under my touch. When I found his nipples and began playing gently with them, I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down a little. One hand then guided my head to his right nipple. I kissed it gently and flicked my tongue over the knob. Olivers hand then pressed my face into his chest and I instinctively took his cue to suck his nipple more aggressively. There was no doubt as to whether he liked it. He began to writhe beneath me grinding his dick against my stomach as I moved to pay homage to his other nipple. Not being a stupid kid, it wasn"t difficult to pick up on what pleased him and what didn"t. Quickly cataloging and filing away in my mind every move that brought positive responses, it was clear I"d be a fast learner.
The phrase exchanged so liberally between pubescent boys, "Suck my dick" echoed in my mind. I had never really pictured the physical act of doing it, yet as I made my way down his fur covered stomach, I was clearly about to experience it. Sliding farther and farther down his frame, I was now straddling his right leg. One hand still playing in his chest hair and the other caressing his muscular left thigh, I took my first long look at his cock before me. I was scared of it and drawn to it. I was embarrassed by it and I hungered for it. I slowly raised my head to look at him. My god, he was beautiful. His flat stomach and his chest visibly rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. His handsome face with those eyes looking down at me. Without a word he smiled that smile, and barely nodded his head in a "go ahead" fashion.
My gaze returned to his cock and my attention turned to the pearl of precum just at the tip. With each breath, I inhaled his scent. The mix was just a touch of Irish Spring and the more powerful scent that was Him ,... I was in heaven. Brought back to the moment only by his hand on the back of my head, I slowly went to work on my first blowjob. It was daunting. As I kissed the glistening head, I tasted his juice. It was salty and sweet. It was delicious. I wanted more.
My determination to please Oliver in every way made me a little eager,... over-eager in fact. I wrapped my lips around the head and began to suck as I went down further. When it bumped the back of my throat I gagged and I felt a tinge of humiliation. I so wanted to make him feel good. Lifting my head off his dick, Oliver whispered down to me "Yawn while you"re doing it." I looked at him quizzically and he repeated himself, "Yawn while you"re doing it. It"ll open up your throat." Resuming my post, I went down again. As it reached my throat, I again had to fight the impulse to gag. "Yawn", I heard from above. So I did. Wow! My throat opened up and I felt the head of his dick just pass through when he gently pulled me back up. It worked. That was cool! I tried again.
Going down I began to memorize the texture of his cock with my tongue. Each contour, every vein, and the downward curve that ultimately lent itself to fitting the shape of my mouth and throat. With every return I went a little farther, learning to pace my breaths with each ascent. Still paying acute attention to his responses, I was finding every move that brought him pleasure. At one point he put up his arms folding them behind his head. I"m not sure why I did it but I stopped and reached up to his arm pulling it back down to me. Phyiscally placing his hand back on my head, I went back to work. For some reason I wanted his hands on my head. I wanted his guidance. I craved his participation. He obliged me.
Covering my ears with a large hand on either side of my head, he gripped by head strongly and began to guide me. Within a few plunges he had my nose buried in his thick pubic bush and with each new stab, he would hold me down a little longer. He must"ve been intoxicated by his power over me. I was absolutely intoxicated with his presence. Nothing existed outside this world that was his crotch. My brother had become my lover and I wanted nothing more. While his pace quickened, his grip tightened and the force of his thrusts meeting me increased to a full assault face fuck. I couldn"t have stopped now if I had wanted to. He was using me now to achieve an end. Not that I would"ve stopped. I was using him too. A thousand feelings swept over me like a tornado sweeping over the land. I began playing with his scrotum and it felt so amazing. His ballsack seemed enormous to me. Certain spots I noticed, made him twitch Another mental note. All the while, without knowing it I had begun humping his leg as he was humping my mouth.
Oliver now had two fistfulls of my hair in his grasp. He would thrust his hips up off the mattress while slamming my face down to meet him. Several times he held me down so long I thought I"d pass out. It was during one of these pauses I found that after accepting his huge cock in my flexed throat, by unflexing and flexing it again, my throat would tighten it"s grip on him which thoroughly excited him. I started manipulating my throat muscles, unaware of the fact that many spend years of cocksucking without ever learning this. I was born to suck my brother"s cock and of that, I was unabashedly aware.
The moment his thick thighs and calves began to flex and harden, I knew he was ready. He lifted my face just enough so that only three inches or so of his meat was locked in my mouth. While I flicked the underside of his dick with my tongue, I felt his whole body harden beneath me. With a shudder, Oliver started feeding me his load. The first shot splashed hard against the back wall of my mouth and by the second shot, my mouth was full. It was so warm on my tongue and the thought of receiving this gift from the man I adored took me over the edge. As I started gulping down his spunky milkshake, I had the second orgasm of my life. Still wearing my underwear, my own cum surrounded my cock and balls and began seeping out. With no experience or concept of it at the time, I know now that this introduction to manhood had made me a total whore for my brothers cum. I kept swallowing, not wanting to lose a single drop and he kept shooting. Burst after burst. It was incredible! Finally, drawing to a close, I felt his muscles in his legs begin to relax. His cock just barely less than erect, he lifted my head up and looked down at me with those beautiful dark eyes.
His big hands reached down under my arms as he dragged me up his body till we were again, face to face. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life than this man, right now. With his handsome face looking up at me and the taste of him still swirling in my mouth. I had never felt more complete in my life than I did with this man, right now. My brother wrapped his strong arms around me in a bear hug and kissed me deeply but oh so gently. As we kissed he shifted his body back onto his side, with his back to the wall. We wordlessly stared into eachothers eyes for the longest time, punctuating it every few seconds with another kiss. The expression on his face was kind, self assured and caring. I"m sure what he saw in my eyes had to be total hero worship,.... and total submission.
Our passion slowed and I eventually buried my face in the fur of his massive chest , completely lost in the post uforia of my first sexual experience and before drifting off into a slumber that Orpheus himself would envy, I plaintively begged of him, "Oliver, please don"t go away." He just held me tightly in his arms and whispered deeply in my ear "Shhh, It"ll be alright. I"ve got you."
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