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My brother

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 May 2002 1 comments
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My brother and I were a year-and-a-half apart, but you couldn't have told by looking at us. My brother, the oldest, was tall and blond, sort of shy and quiet. I was shorter and stockier and the family chatterbox. Even below the waist, the difference was obvious: my brother's cock was longer than mine, his balls dangled more and sort of swayed back and forth when he walked. When he was hard, his dick stuck away from his body and had a very slight curve to it. My meat, on the other hand, was shorter but a lot thicker -- I had a real log!My balls were short and fat, and my cock on hard stuck straight up, parallel to my body. When he came out of the shower into the room we shared, I would watch him out of the corner of my eye and wonder what his dick would feel like in my hand, my mouth, my ass. We talked about dicks sometimes and about jacking off, but neither of us could work up the nerve to invite the other -- until one day. I think he must have planned for me to walk in on him -- the door to our room was unlocked and slightly ajar. Our folks were away for the day, and we were on our own. I had toyed with the idea of suggesting to him that we jack each other off, but I could have saved my breath, because, when I opened the door, I saw him slowly stoking his hard cock on the bed. He blushed a little, but said, "I was hoping you'd come in." I couldn't take my eyes off his prick. He just spread his legs and smiled, and I was out of my clothes in a flash, my throbbing dick bouncing as I crossed to the bed. I knelt over him, rubbed those dangling balls, then ran the end of my tongue up the gee=string on the bottom of his cock. He gasped and closed his eyes, and I took the big, red, tapering cockhead into my mouth, rolled my tongue around it, then took as much of that salty manmeat into my mouth as I could. After a few minutes, I sat up and began stroking him. "Wait," he said. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table andtook out a reservoir-end rubber. Tearing open the foil packed, he put the lubed scumbag over the head of his rod, then slowly unrolled it almost to his nest of pale blonde pubes. I didn't need another invitation. I began stroking him, making his balls jump up and down. He moaned and broke into a sweat -- beads of perspiration ran down his lightly haired chest, past his erect nipples. In a moment, I felt his cock twitch in my hand, and he spewed his hot cum into the condom until the filled reservoir sagged over. Then it was my turn. He lay me down, gently kissed my nipples, while softly stroking my balls. Then the surprise came -- over my cock he slipped the same condom he had just pulled off his dick. His cock swayed in front of him, a white pearl of manjuice hanging from the slit. He carefully slid the used condom over my prick and slowly began to jack me off, using his own sperm as lube! This was too much -- I don't think he got in ten strokes before I hot three heavy loads of mysteaming cum into the rubber to mingle with his. We both stuck our fingers in the rubber and tasted a drop of our salty, mingled manjuice -- and it wouldn't be the last time!