~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: If you are offended by you definitely should not be reading this material. If this type of material is illegal or immoral in your particular state, province or country, stop reading now and go away. If, according to your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below. Some of the following event may contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Any resemblance to any particular individual or anatomical part is just your over-active imagination. This is fantasy. You are reality. Practice safe sex. I do not condone either unconcenting incest or child abuse. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the one of many experiences I plan to write about. All stories are based upon a familiar situation. It goes without saying that the names of the people and the places where they took place have been changed. If any of the people involved in the stories are reading this, please send me an e-mail. I would like to hear from you. Follow-up fantasies may be posted. If you have any similar experiences or have any ideas about expanding this theme, I would like to have a message from you. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. I freely distribute my writings and do not charge any fee for that service or a fee to access them. You may not change or distribute my writings in any way as included in my copyright notice. You do have the right to download this story to keep on your computer or print a hard copy for personal use if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. You do not have the right to repost this or pass it on to anyone for commercial purposes. You have my permission to enjoy this story as stated above. Feel free to tell others how to find them. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BROTHERS WANT MORE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ever since we were little boys we were in love with each other and became intimate right away. Our mother told us that many times we were found wrapped together intertwined. as she called it. We were not identical, but we were born within an hour of each other. Our dad must have had a manly load to deliver the time he got our mom in a family way. Too bad she was not able to have more children or perhaps it was best for us lover boys. Needless to say us brothers were extremely close to each other. Even so, we did disagree on many things as we got older. It just did not take us long to get over any disagreements we had. I thought the making up was the funest part of our disagreements. It is said that in each pair of children born together, one is the leader of the other. Well, in our case, I seemed to accept the fact or allow my brother to be the leader. That was until I disagreed in some way or another. As toddlers we would get into it over a toy or something simple, yet before long we would be all made up again and giving the other a big hug as we were taught to do, not that we needed much encouragement. We would always wake up looking forward to spending time with each other, it seemed. And the games we would play all day long to entertain ourselves. Our mom must have liked the fact that we cared for each other and not needed her as mcuh as other kids our ages seemed to have. It was about age five that we began to see MORE of each other. By then we were both out of wetting and not only would bath together but also sleep together in a real bed. That allowed us to not only enjoy the company of one another but to be more intimate than ever. We both discovered the joy of sleeping nude as we discarded our jammies and undies a few times when we were warmer than usual. With the new discovery we felt the intimate joy and excitment of being skin to skin with each other. It did not take us long to further discover things about being nude with each other. Our hands were soon discovering that us boys had parts that were normally hidden from view and simply had to see more of. We began to investigate the male body with a deep interest as we fondled the other with innocence at first, until we got older and experimented with ourselves and each other. By the time we were seven the experiments, as innocent as they were, were to the point of becoming sexual. We even wanted to see what our warm mouths would do to each others when we kissed all over each other's body and when we got to the time when our tiny penises got hard and got kissed it was an absolute thrill, at least it was for me. At nine we both knew enough about how to thrill each other over and over again. It become a regular thing for us to kiss and hug and fondle each other every night, waking up nude intertwined each morning. It was so divine to have each other. Anytime we were separated for any period of time, which are rare, we made up for it that night while alone in our bed. Sometimes a grandparent would take only one of us at a time and that would make us feel depressed being alone while the other was out having fun. Also there were a few times when our parents would take one of us while the other when with the remaining parent. It helps our mom to get a break from having the both of us and it was supposed to help us by being with our dad alone. Once we were nearly our of elementary school and ready for junior high school we had become friendly with other guys our age. There were a few times that one of us went to visit overnight with a young buddy, but that also was rare since we were not all that interested in being overnight with other kids as we had something special with each other that we would sorely miss. We did eventually gain a few closer friendships with other boys. It was when we were still only about ten that one time my brother decided that he wanted to have a friend overnight. I was getting a bit jealous at the time. I remember the emotions well. That night I slept in another room so my brother could keep company with his friend and our classmate. The other kid was a bit smaller than we were at the time and was not all that smart from what I could tell. Whatever he was I was getting upset over him taking my place in the bed with my brother. The next morning I refused to communicate with my brother's friend nor much with my brother, only IF I had to talk to him. That cooled down by the next evening when we were finally in bed together again. It was then that my brother informed me that he and his friend were doing stuff together like we did, but even more. I wondered what more would be, but my brother began to share what they did with me and I soon got over my concerns. Soon we were into a 69 position as my brother took the lead (again) and showed me how to really get into some sexual activity with him. He mouth was giving me a great lesson in how to suck and bring pleasure to another guy. So I followed his lead very quickly. That was the very first time that I actually had a climax. I was sure that my brother was doing the same, but come to know that he discovered his first the night before with his suck buddy in our bed. The thought of my brother having a first with another was a bit disappointing, but since he was sharing his new found knowledge with me, I got over it right away. We did each other no less than three times throughout the night and before long it was becoming a habit; a very nice habit I have to admit. So it seems that a lesson from an 'outsider' was an okay thing, but I was still a bit jealous of other friends of my brother. It would be something I had to get over. Before long my brother had his friend over again and that time I was invited to join them. It become aparent that my brother's friend gain experience of his own long before having met us. He showed us about playing with butt holes which was a new concept to me entirely. At first it was a turnoff. As time went on I also found a buddy from school to invite over, but I was not too brave at getting things started. Since he was willing to sleep with us brothers things went naturely for my brother as he fondled me and then my friend. My friend took to it naturally and got into fondling with us as well. As ten years olds are things were not too serious sexually at first, but in a matter of a few times with company we both got used to suducing our friends for each other and that way we would not look badly with our friends if they did not like it. Besides we were very careful to select the right buddy to visit us and how we approached the playing around we did at night. Some guys decided not to ever visit us again and that was okay as with anything it was a numbers game with us. The more friends we invited the more fun play we could get into with them. The numbers added up and like most schools the quiet word got around that we were fun to visit. In those day no one said anything about such matters for fear they would be targeted themselves for having taken part in something that was so taboo. We also did not, at that age, think of it as anything sexual and certainly not weird or queer. It was just something guys did to entertain themselves. In junior high school things changed. Other guys were from other parts of the area as the school was consolidated with other towns. That way we met other guys and made friends with them. It could have been that they found out quietly how great we entertained, but we both had more friend to stay over to play with us as we developed more friends at school. Again, my brother was a born leader when it come to making things happen. He would be the one to instigate things at night and get into something fun to do with each other or perhaps one of our friends. It was one time that we each had a known friend over for the night. That turned into a free for all when it come to fondling. There was no doubt that those visitors got to know what we did and continued to do things themselves. When we finally got to high school we must have had a reputation, because it was most every night that we did not have to get up early for school there was a friend to stay over with us. By then the bed was getting small for us and a friend so we convince our parents that we needed a larger bed or two separate ones. They agreed that it was time we had separate beds, but instead of us getting singles we insisted they were too small for us growing boys and if we had a friend stay over it would never work. So we ended up with 3/4 beds for each of us. Most nights when we were alone, without company, we would still sleep in one bed while making sure the other bed was used first to make sure our parents knew we had used them both. It was insurance that we would not be found out and keep both beds with room for company. With the two beds in one room we had to rearrange the furnishing a bit to make it work, but in the long run it was more cozy for when we had company. We enen had things down to one dresser instead of two so we would have more room. Our clothing was sorted for the seasons rather than storing them all in the one room. There was one regular attendant at our home as often as he could be there. Gregg was originally my friend, but soon became a friend of the both of us as he got used to our fun play. Gregg was a bit shorter and heavier at first, having kept more of his boyhood weight. His hair was dark, nearly black. And when we first met him and got to see him nude my brother and I see that he had developed more than we had when it come to hair around his crotch. He was also well endowed for a boy his size. That was something we both admired about Gregg at that time. There was not a lot of hair, just a little new dark hair, in Gregg's crotch the first we see of it, but is was so dark that it was more noticeable than us. Us brother had nothing to notice as of yet, but a new teens we expected it to begin to sprout soon. Other boys in our high school class were also starting to sprout hair there. Gregg was really the first boy that we both experimented with sexually together. He began to be a regular at our home most every Friday or Saturday night for a stayover. It all started out pretty simply by fondling and then worked up to sucking some. And once Gregg got into the routine with us brothers he allowed us to play with his butt and before long we were filling it, one after the other, at first not having anything to produce. About the time we all turned fourteen we were all producing our boy cum. My brother and I would each pump our loads of cum into Gregg taking turns to be the first of the night or day. While one was pumping Gregg the other would suck him until he would cum. Because us brother's got used to the cumming about the same time we adjusted to taking the taste of the other's load when we were alone. For some reason we never thought much about plugging each other's butt hole. We left that to the times Gregg was around and took our turns plugging him. There were times that we did play with each other's butt hole but only as we sucked and never penetrated one another with our penises. Neither of us decided not to do it. We simply did not care to do it to each other at first. I figure that was what Gregg was for and not my brother. Before the end of high school, sadly our friend Gregg moved away and we never heard from him again. I have wondered if he still enjoys getting his butt filled by other boys as he did when we did it to him. Our next intimate friend came to us indirectly by someone we had fooled around with as he was not from our class. John S. was in a class behind us and found out secretly that my brother and I entertained friends. We were introduced to him one day by our other friend and then asked him over. That was all it took to get him into bed with us one afternoon. John S. and us brothers taught him a few things and he taught us. His teacher was an older cousin of his and then an uncle, the cousin's father. So we had our first indirect sexual encounter with someone who had been taught from an adult. At seventeen it was a regular party most Saturday nights at either our home or someone else's who could entertain the way we were use to. It was not unusually by then to have six or eight intimate friend at various times to fun play with. Some knew of the others and some did not. The most at once was only five of us a couple of times. It was typical for more than one boy to stay over with us on the same night, since we both had different friends. After Gregg left we needed to have another butt to pound, so a friend of John S. was invited into our circle of friend. When we were seventeen he was still only sixteen, so that made for some exciting times filling his butt. At times there were three of us to fill his butt hole, with John S. and us brothers. Or sometimes when John S. was not able to visit with us John S. asked if he could invite another boy over to take over where he friend was not able. Back in those days us boys were not fully aware of diseases nor could be afford to by condoms, so it was all naturally barebacking. About the time we were all senior and John S. and his friends (there were others by then) were still a year behind us; one of his friends was into rimming. So my brother and I got a new experience that caught on with us, but I never liked the idea of doing it myself. Once we all filled John S. with our loads his friend would rim him and take out much of what we put into him. It got to where John S. would get rimming before getting his butt plugged. By that way he was all loosened up for us. With all our sex buddies it surely generated lots of fun for us brothers. Even so, we had our own private times together when no one was available to visit with us. We continued this sex life after high school and into college the times we could get together. Our sex buddies seemed to fade away for the most part as they discovered girls, got married and had families or moved away for good. Us brother learned to cruise together, but not near home. He would visit me or I would visit him away from home and friends when we discovered places to pick up someone to plug or suck dry. I still let my brother be the leader on most occassions. Now that we are adults we still get together and hopefully get a friend to come along for some fun play together. I have a regular friend to have sex with and my brother is still cruising, his favorite pasttime. My friend does not join us brothers and does not want to know what goes on between us. He does not feel right about getting involved with family like we are, but he does not know what he is missing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 © Copyright (c) 2001. Thanks for reading this. I welcome and appreciate your suggestions, constructive comments, corrections to my writings and questions. 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