Pete flopped down on the bed beside me on my left, on his side he snuggled up against me, his right leg over mine, as I was on my back, his sweet little peg of a cock pressing firmly into my thigh.
"Wow Mike, wow, I, that was fucking amazing, I have dreamt, wanked, fantasised, just never thought I would, I could. I..." he leant over me and gave me a peck on the lips. So he was still a bit nervous, well a peck wasn't enough for horny old me. I was still feeling elated at having given Pete his first sex, oral but that counts, I hadn't expected it to feel so fucking good having another man's prick in my mouth.
Let alone that of my younger brother.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a proper, open mouth, kiss. I danced my tongue into his mouth, knowing he would be sharing and tasting his own cum. He responded and clamped his mouth into mine. So I dropped a hand from his hand onto his right ass.
Tentatively he ran a hand to my cock which throbbed as he stroked it, but then he pulled away. It was OK for him to be nervous, so rather than push his hand back there I guided it to a nipple and moved his fingers to pinch it.
I have always loved getting some nipple teasing, to be honest I find it's fantastic early foreplay. It for sure starts me simmering nicely without quite risk getting me to boiling, if you get my drift.
I tried running a finger down his ass crack and feathered it round his anus, I felt him stiffen his body but he pushed himself into me. Well that was promising. He pulled his head away a little.
"Can I, can you, can we, um, do that again, Mike?"
"Me give you a blow job? Oh Pete, we can do that whenever, I can't get over how much I enjoyed it. Just one thing though!"
"Oh?" He sounded and looked worried or alarmed, I laughed.
"Oh sweet little brother, nothing to worry about, but your pubes are like fucking wire wool. They gotta go, then, you can get a blow on demand. Any time, any place."
"Oh, yes, sure, then let's get it done because I liked it more than like can possibly express and I can't fucking wait!"
"We'll go make a fresh coffee and I will get the shaving stuff out for you ready."
"Um, Mike," he pushed himself up onto an elbow. "You couldn't shave me could you, I, I, well, it would be such a turn on to be shaved by you."
"Sure, be my pleasure, yeah it's kinda kinky, we used to shave each other...sure Pete! Love to!"
"Wow, I can't believe this morning it's fucking wonderful. Um, do you want me to..." He looked and nodded at my throbbing cock, he was showing willing but still showed some hesitation. Fair enough, of course I was more than interested in a bit of action for myself but, well I wasn't the 24 year old virgin. I didn't, quite, need so urgently the loving affirmation and relief after so long carrying the self doubt society burdened him with, what with his micropenis.
"I can wait, honest, a bit of self denial is good for the soul, then when you, we, do it it will feel so much better."