My brother, Dean, and I always spent as much time together as we could during the summer. We were good friends and my big brother and I hung out together more than we did with our friends. I should actually say older brother. At six feet one inch tall I was actually three inches taller than he was and hovering around 230 pounds, I outweighed him by about fifty pounds of muscle. Before he had graduated, being only a year apart, we had played together on our high school's football team. Even though I was larger than he was, I idolized my brother and there was no denying I practically worshiped the ground he walked on.
Even with our difference in size it was obvious to see that we were brothers. We both had short, brush cut straw colored hair, but his eyes were blue while mine were brown. We also shared the same pug nose and thick lips set in round, but not fat, faces. I had grown a neatly trimmed full beard that was a slightly darker shade than the hair on my head while Dean wore a similarly colored goatee around his mouth. We both had a decent coating of dark blonde hair elsewhere without it making us look like apes.
Despite our similarities, we had one major difference: I was gay and he was straight. I had come out years ago, and other than the family asking a few times "are you sure," no one cared. The only problem that ever cropped up was Dean being suspended from school for one day because he had punched a guy who had said something derogatory about me that I didn't even hear. After that, though at my size I didn't need his protection, I knew Dean was there for me and no one at school ever said anything else about me.
Another difference was the fact that at eighteen, I was still a virgin while I knew Dean had lost his virginity when he was twelve. Now after his first year of college, he had had many different partners. When he had lived at home he had even snuck a few girlfriends into our shared room - we had a sister, who was three years younger than me, who had the third bedroom in our home - and fucked them with me pretending to be asleep in the bed across the room. From the stories he told me, both he and his roommate had no problem with each other having girls in their room.
Dean had been the high school campus stud and though I wouldn't put out, the title of heir apparent fell to me as his younger brother. I was highly sought after by both boys and a few girls who thought they could change me. Despite regular dating, I had yet to have a steady boyfriend because I felt like most guys were after me for the challenge of being my first and not because they liked me. And while the opportunity frequently appeared, I never took advantage of the easy sex because I wanted my first time to be with someone I actually cared about.
One afternoon about three weeks after he came home, Dean and I were in the basement playing video games. In addition to being used for storage, it had been turned into a hangout for us. We had a ratty sofa, a small refrigerator, stereo, TV, and a few video game systems down there where Dean and I would be banished with our friends. This day, our parents were at work and each of us had the day off from our summer jobs. After breakfast, we had moved down there to spend the day together.
Eventually, the game became heated and as often happened with us, shoving tuned into a friendly wrestling match to settle matters. Though I was larger than he was and could easily win, I never used my full strength against my brother. It wasn't to protect his ego but because as my older brother and my idol, I wanted to let him get the upper hand. Not only that, I secretly enjoyed being under him and the feel of his muscles pinning me. After a rough battle, I would let him win and he never questioned it.
Because we were having a lazy day, we each wore only boxers. As we wrestled, our arms and legs gripped and scooted across our otherwise bare bodies. Even though the room was cool, a thin sheen of sweat began to coat us making contact even more difficult. As we wrestled, I felt Dean's dick swell and harden against me and mine responded. It wasn't the first time that it had happened and I didn't think much of it. We were horny teens and boners were just a way of life. That changed when our positions got flipped around to being head to toe. He was on top of me and his hard cock had escaped the fly of his shorts and was now pressed against the side of my face. Shocked, I fell still and felt him stop struggling as well. As we caught our breath, his hot shaft remained pressed against my cheek. In time with our breathing, it moved in shallow thrusts back and forth against me. He didn't seem eager to move and, honestly, part of me didn't want him to.
After a few quiet minutes, Dean rolled off me. "Oh, sorry," he said as he tucked himself away. It was so slow and deliberate that I wondered if he had done it on purpose.
We went back to our game without discussing it however I couldn't get the sight and feel of his dick out of my head. Even though we had shared a room, it was my first time seeing him erect and his cock looked nearly identical to mine. It curved upward at the root, pointing defiantly toward the sky and was thicker at the bottom, tapering to a still imposing pointed head at the uncircumcised tip. The only difference from mine was that his was significantly larger. My dick was a thick eight inches and his had at least two inches on me in length with a proportional increase in girth. I was acutely aware of it tenting his boxers for the rest of the afternoon and mine remained just as hard because of its presence. I couldn't wait to get some time alone to stroke out a load thinking about it. Other than online porn, it was my first time seeing a real dick and there was an admittedly juvenile arousal of titillation coursing through me because of it.
A few days later it happened again. Not sure what to do, I ignored his erection while we continued to wrestle. As we slid against each other, I felt his sticky cock juice trail along my exposed skin wherever his crown touched. Once we were tired out, he pulled away from me and tucked himself away without acknowledging what had happened with a look of disappointment and frustration.
When it happened again a third time, I knew it was no longer accidental.
Our parents were home but they usually didn't bother us when we were downstairs. It didn't take long for us to again end up wrestling and it felt like we both were almost instantly hard as we grappled. Halfheartedly I struggled against Dean and was soon again positioned beneath him with his cock pressed against my face.
This time intending to tease him, I moved my mouth toward it and touched my tongue to his hard flesh, getting my first ever taste of cock. I heard him suck in a breath then let out a soft groan. When I repeated the motion, Dean raised his hips and used a hand to angle his cock downward, pointing it toward my mouth. Unsure if I wanted to do it or if I even should do it, my lips remained partially closed for a moment as he moved his already wet tip across my lips.
When I opened my mouth intending to tell him I had never sucked dick before, it was quickly filled with his shaft. He didn't go too deep but set up a fairly quick pace fucking my mouth. Occasionally, he'd hiss and warn me about my teeth while I just laid there and let him use my mouth. Other than the game music in the background, the only sounds in the room were the wet sounds of his dick against my lips. We could hear our parents' footsteps on the ceiling as they moved through the house above us but were otherwise unconcerned about being caught.
"Here it comes, Danny," he said softly as his breathing increased.
It was the only warning I received before he shoved his cock into the top of my throat plugging the passage as it stiffened and began to pulse.
Unprepared and not knowing what to expect, I nearly choked when his first shot flew into my throat. As I coughed and spluttered trying to catch my breath, more shots quickly followed. I tried to push him up and off me but he held steady. His load, thinned by my spit, ran out the sides of my mouth as he pumped his ball juice into me. Through it all, I registered my first taste of semen. It was a surprisingly unpleasant bitter flavor with a hint of salty sweetness. I couldn't imagine getting used to it but at the same time I realized that I had really enjoyed feeling his hardness in my mouth.
Even after his cock stopped twitching, Dean held steady inside my mouth for a few moments catching his breath before he pulled out.
"You made a mess," he said as he tucked his softening cock away. "I thought you'd be better at that."
I shrugged as I went to the small bathroom in the corner that contained a toilet and sink to clean my face. "It was my first time."
Dean leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. You know I'm a virgin."
"But I thought you at least sucked dick."
"Nope." I brushed passed him and returned to my spot on the sofa. "You were my first."
"Wow." He sat next to me and patted my leg. "You okay?"
"Why do you ask?" I asked sarcastically. "Because the first cock I ever sucked was attached to my brother? Yeah, I guess I'm okay."
"Cool."
