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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Now, it wasn't like I didn't already know about brothers doing each other; shit... it was pretty much routine for almost anyone with a brother to get down and dirty with each other. But it's always... fascinating to hear how others react to this, what they thought then and now, how they felt about it.

After some refreshments, he went on to say that him and his brother spent the rest of their time before dinner sucking each other off until they couldn't get hard again.

"It was scary as fuck... and more exciting than when I first had sex with a girl," he said. "I couldn't believe how much I was into sucking his dick! And he was clearly very much into sucking mine. Later, we were talking about it and, I dunno, we just kinda agreed that we should do that again and whenever we could. I wanted to but I was afraid to and I could tell he was thinking the same way."

"Yeah... you were both probably thinking about what might happen if you got caught or your parents got suspicious, huh?" I asked.

"You know it - you had to be thinking along the same lines, right?" he asked.

"Of course... but the funny thing was we didn't care. Well, no - that's not quite right; we did care about getting caught - remind me to tell you about when we did get caught - but that didn't seem to matter." I said.

He went on to tell me how quickly things went from them sucking each other and getting to the fucking part of things. "His dick was way bigger than mine," he had said. "Everybody knew that it hurt to get fucked in the ass and I really didn't want him to fuck me... but I wanted him to. I can't say what changed my mind about it and maybe it was him saying that if I let him fuck me, I could fuck him? I just don't know about that but what I do know was that, yeah, even after getting all slick and everything, it hurt like a bitch when he put it in my ass... and it felt really good, too."

"He came in my ass... and I felt sick to my stomach... and so good it wasn't funny," he said. "Shit... when he pulled out and told me to stick it in him, I actually hurt myself rushing to do it; I realized I had somehow sprained my ankle! But I'll tell you this: I never loved my brother more than in the moment I slid my dick in his ass and came inside him. It was like it was the final step that finalized the bond between us and a bond that made us more than brothers - does that makes sense?"

"It really does," I said, remembering my own thoughts and feelings.

After another break to whet our whistles, he went on to tell me how it became and every day thing for them even if they'd gotten lucky with some girl and got some pussy. "Going both ways now was... exciting. It was really satisfying and, I think, more so when the dick I was getting belonged to my brother," he had said. "I felt like a freak, still felt that this shit was about as wrong as it gets... but it also felt like the right and natural thing to do - and I know you know what I mean."

"Weird, ain't it?" I asked. "Did your parents suspect anything funny was going on?"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"My brain was all over the place," the guy had said. "I didn't remember saying yes but I guess I must have! I felt really bad and bad enough that I wanted to throw up but, at the same time, I felt good... and it took me a lot of years after that day to admit that I liked it - but that's easy to do after the fact, isn't it?"

I allowed that it was and waited for him to continue. He went on to tell me how it felt when his brother came in his mouth; he had said, and I think in a joking kind of way, "He could have warned me, right?" We both laughed about that for a moment then he went on to first say that his brother thanked him for "helping him out" - and then offered to do the same for him. He said that it was weird because he wanted to and didn't want to all at the same time.

"Do you know what I mean?" he asked.

"I actually do," I said.

He went on to say that he just nodded his reply then was kind of hypnotized to watch his brother pull his pants and underwear down - and was very surprised to find his dick was quite hard - then even more surprised when his brother started sucking his dick.

"It was a bad thing to do... but, damn it, it felt so good!" he said said. In a way, he was echoing the same thing I had thought right after my first experience with a dick. "He made me cum so fast that I didn't know what hit me; man, it was both horrible and glorious all at the same time... and the bad part?"

"What was that?" I asked.

"I wanted to do it all over again," he said, looking down at his feet. "It was as wrong as fuck and I knew it and I knew that he had to know it, too... but it just felt right, ya know? I figured out, years later, that the one thing that stood out to me more than anything else was that I trusted him and more than I had ever really trusted anyone - does that make sense?"

"It does - he's your brother; if you can't trust him, who can you trust?" I asked. Since he had shared with me, I told him how I knew what he knew, how my own brother pestered me until I caved in and did what he wanted us to do.

"So you do know," he said - the look on his face was one that suggested that a great weight had been lifted from him. "Let me guess - it didn't stop after that first time, did it?"

"No, it didn't," I said. "One thing I figured out was how convenient it was since we both slept in the same bed; it wasn't like I hadn't been doing it - and a lot - with other guys but, yeah - he was always right there. I trusted him but the funny thing is that much later, we kinda became bitter enemies... except when he wanted to have sex with me and my brain would tell me to tell him to fuck off... but something deeper would always say yes."

"Wow," he said. "That had to be crazy!"

"Like you wouldn't believe," I said. "I'm thinking that you and your brother wasn't a one-time thing either..."

"Hell, no, it wasn't," he said. "Let's get something cold to drink and I'll tell you about it and. before I forget, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For letting me get this off my chest and sharing your own experience with, um, with, shit... that "I" thing."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's a bad word; a word that's so bad that it can make a person's guts get all watery and makes them physically ill. It's forbidden and unthinkable... yet, many a guy has learned this aspect of sex with a brother or a cousin. People will say that this trip isn't necessary, that there are other outlets available for one to experience and explore sex and that if your older brother steps to you, pull his dick out, and says, "Suck it!" you should refuse, run away as fast as you can, and rat him out to the peeps.

People, you know, if they had the nerve to ask, would ask why you'd even consider having sex with your brother and, I think, without first thinking about some stuff before asking the question. Things like familiarity - you know this guy. You literally grew up with him. Probably even slept in the same room with him and it's a good bet that you've seen him naked more times than you care to think about or remember... but most of all, he's someone you can trust even if, "normally," you don't get along with as well as parents think brothers should get along.

I was talking to a guy some years ago about this very thing because, as he had said, he needed to get it off his chest, not so much in a confession kind of way but he needed to be able to wrap his head around the fact - once and for all - having lots of sex (as he put it) with his brother. He told me of the day his bro came into their room agitated and pissed off, muttering to himself and cussing about something which turned out to be some girl who had just dumped him. The guy said he sat there listening to his brother rant and rave; he said that, to him, it seemed like in the one moment, his brother was going on and on about "that worthless bitch" and the next moment, his brother had asked him to suck his dick to help him out because he needed help.

The guy said he heard these words and was filled with fear and panic; he said that he had told his brother no, that it was wrong and they could get into trouble... but he also said that it seemed like he blinked and the next thing he knew, he had his brother's cock in his mouth and doing his best to suck on it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]As an adult, bleh - it's just not the same; too much shit to do, too many responsibilities that cannot be set aside or ignored like being married, dealing with the ins and outs of raising and providing for a family while trying to find both the time - and someone - who'd be interested in getting dicks out, getting them hard, and making them soft again.

I'd manage all of that just fine... but it just wasn't the same, ya know? Free to act... but often lacking that real sense of freedom that comes when having sex with a guy is the only thing to be concerned with; there's no rush, no overriding sense of urgency; not much in the way of being paranoid about who's gonna find out or even getting caught in the act.

When you grow up and start adulting, gone are the carefree days of summer and while sex with guys hasn't lost it's appeal and excitement... it's just not the same being in that rush of exploration when you find out that sex with guys can be, at times, even more fun and satisfying than with a girl.

I miss that summer heat...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Still, there were times when sucking dick just wasn't enough and the answer was to fuck each other. Sometimes whoever I was with would agree that, nah, we don't need to fuck - we can just suck... but at some point, we'd either agree that we should fuck or, what usually happened, is one of us would blurt out, "Fuck me! Stick it in me!" and it would be done without hesitation even though it wasn't an option to begin with.

Then we'd get finished fucking each other, hit the creek again, and then sit and talk for a moment about doing the one thing we both said - or thought - we didn't need to do. We did it... and now it was just a thing to talk about how it felt, maybe what we were thinking as the other guy's dick wormed its way in and out of our butt... and the funny as hell sex sounds we'd utter.

Good times... and on top of the good times we had on those days that weren't so hot that you could cook an egg on the sidewalk.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I spent a lot of those hot days at the creek, sucking dick, being sucked; fucking and being fucked. It became such a routine thing to do that the moment someone said, "Let's go to the creek!" you just knew that bringing a blanket or a towel that wouldn't be missed was the smart thing to do: Having sex on the bare ground/rocks got to be pretty uncomfortable. After a nice swim, man, there was nothing more comfortable and relaxing to have a guy on top of me and fucking me, feeling his cock moving in and out of me, listening to him grunting and moaning and just... relaxing and waiting for that moment when he'd cry out that he was gonna do it - he was gonna cum - then feeling his prick shuddering in my hole and feeling his jizz being pumped into me.

Or I'm the one with my very hard dick buried in a guy's ass, relishing in the hot tightness of his hole and feeling... wicked knowing that I'm fucking that one hole that everyone said was off-limits. Listening to him telling me how good it felt while also listening for any sounds that might indicate that we'd been spotted or we were too loud and the noise would get some passerby's attention.

Or, if fucking was off the table, just being there, taking turns sucking each other off until neither of us could get hard again. While it was fun if there was a group of us, it was... better if there was just two of us; we could give each other our undivided attention and didn't have to be bothered with "the whiners" who, in a group setting, would be clamoring for their chance to do it (or get it done to them). We'd suck each other off then hit the creek to cool down... then start all over again, repeating this over and over until it just wasn't gonna be done again and no matter how much we wanted - and needed - to keep doing it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Some of us, however, knew of a way to not only escape the heat but to engage in our favorite pastime: Head to the creek. A lot of other people would have the same idea, of course, but us kids had an advantage of having explored the creek along its length (and as far as we dared to) in great detail, revealing many isolated places where we could skinny dip and have sex.

Sometimes, we'd go in a group but there were many of those scalding hot days where you'd roam the neighborhood looking for someone to make the trip to the creek with you, not necessarily for sex but you just kinda didn't want to go there by yourself and even that could be a problem since summertime was also that time of the year where some of us would get in trouble and either get grounded or confined to the block we lived on.

But if you could find someone - or a bunch of us could make the trip - the cold waters of the creek would cool us down... so we could get heated up so the sperm could start flowing and almost like the waters of the creek did. For a lot of us, there was nothing better than spending some time in the water until we got all chilled and wrinkled, then to climb out, find a somewhat cooler spot to air dry in... and turn our attention to giving the dick - or dicks - in attendance some attention and, often, with breaks to jump into the water not only recharge our empty balls but to sluice away any sweat that covered us in the process of emptying each other's balls... and to wash away any... evidence that might be oozing out of our butts.

Many areas were perfect for this. Surrounded by trees and bushes so thick that you could walk right past someone and not know that they were there and even if you heard something, good luck trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. And while most people who wander down to the creek stuck to the more popular spots to swim or fish, the area was too big to be crowded, leaving many places empty of people and giving us the privacy we needed to do what had to be done... and despite the stifling heat of the day.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Getting out of school for the summer had to be what it felt like to get out of jail - well, except for those unfortunate kids who had to spend their summer vacation going to summer school, that is. It was a time for ripping and running... and greater opportunities for us guys to get naked and have sex with each other and in any form we could get away with. While the cock sucking and ass fucking pretty much went unabated with us during the school year and in a limited way over the winter months, summer was that time for us to make up for that lost time, trying to pack it in (and literally) as much as we could because we all knew that the start of the new school year would be upon us before we knew it.

On the hottest days, man... try cooling off. Only the "wealthiest" of families had air conditioning and box fans stuck in windows only served to move the hot air around more than it made things cooler inside... which made a lot of us very happy to get kicked outside even though, on some days, the air was so hot and still that not even standing in the shade of a tree made much of a difference.

The city's pools - all five of them - would be overloaded with people and scrounging up ten cents to pay to get in (twenty-five cents on the weekend) was pretty hard to do and some days, it would just be too damned hot to roam the neighborhood looking for bottles to return for their deposit. We were learning that being free from the tedium of school lost it's shine in the face of those hot, steamy summer days when there were few things moving outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]