Compulsive behavior is defined by psychologists as a strong, usually irresistible impulse to perform an act that is contrary to the will of the subject-and is often self-destructive. And nowhere is the destructiveness of compulsive behavior more apparent than in sexual obsession, where the desire to possess an unattainable person frequently overrides rational judgment.
Brandon Nelson is a gentle and otherwise sensible young man who is infatuated by his older brother, Cary. His love for his brother blinds young Brandon to Cary's many faults. Cary, a self-centered and coldly calculating individual, feeds on Brandon's adoration and generosity, taking everything and giving very little in return.
OH, BROTHER OF MINE! is the story of thankless and often abusive brother. This is fiction for entertainment, but it also provides rare insight into one of the seldom-recognized realities of sexual obsession-that it takes two to play the game.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Brandon Nelson's heart skipped a beat when he thought about his big brother coming home after his hitch in the Marine Corps. All he could think of was Cary with his discharge papers in hand.
Brandon had some horny memories of his older brother. Once, when he was just a kid, Brandon had wrestled with Cary. They were just messing around, but he'd felt Cary's hard cock rub against his stomach.
Cary was breathing hard when he pulled down Brandon's pants and pressed his stiff cock between the boy's legs.
Brandon felt his big brother's fiery prick rub between his legs. Suddenly the cock exploded, spurting hot, sticky cum on Brandon's smooth thighs and hairless crotch.
They heard their folks' car in the driveway, and Cary pulled up his pants and told his little brother to do the same. Cary said if Brandon told on him that he'd beat the shit out of him.
Brandon knew that was no idle threat. That night he felt the sticky cum on his thighs and balls like glue.
His own cock was big and it felt good to pull it like Stacy Leach had showed him while sitting on the toilet at school. Stacy had hair around his uncut prick and his cockhead got all red when he jerked off.
All Brandon ever got was a buzz feeling out of his cock that would then go soft. He couldn't shoot any jizz like his big brother.
Brandon's other horny memory of his big brother happened when they were taking a shower after going to the beach.
Cary's cock got all hard when he soaped his crotch. So did Brandon's.
He figured Cary wanted to come between his legs again and that was fine. He'd let his brother squirt his cum on his thighs and crotch. In fact, Bandon thought it would be horny to beat his meat all lubed with his brother's cum.
Cary had other ides. And Brandon was scared when his brother forced his cock into Brandon's mouth.
Brandon was nervous, but his cock was hard as a rock. His unexperienced mouth bit Cary's big veiny fucker.
Cary slapped him so hard it made his teeth rattle, but his cock still throbbed.
Cary's cock tasted like soap as he forced it down his little brother's throat again. He held Brandon's head and pumped his prick in and out of Brandon's mouth until his jaws ached.
Cary moaned and tensed his legs. Then he shot off, flooding Brandon's mouth with salty jizz.
Brandon actually saw stars when the cock exploded down his throat. He was crying from being choked by his brother's cock.
Cary gently held his young brother and kissed him on the lips, something he'd never done before.
Brandon whimpered and his cock raged. He thought he'd die when he felt his big brother's lips fastened around his cock.
Brandon rubbed his brother's wet hair while Cary sucked him. He felt a rush like he'd never felt before, a deep ache in the balls, an electric feeling in his cock, and some slimy stuff actually shot out of his cock into his big brother's mouth.
Cary enlisted in the Marine corps later that summer.
Brandon idolized his handsome big brother. Everyone in Pleasant Valley said that he was the spitting image of his older brother and Brandon loved that.
When Cary came home on leave after boot camp in San Diego, they had fun. He was so proud of his brother and wanted to be a Marine just like Cary.
Cary was trained to be an MP and worked as a guard.
Brandon didn't see much of his brother while he was in the Marines-especially after Cary and their father had a big argument when their father caught them smoking a joint when Cary was home on leave.
Brandon worshipped his big brother. He knew he was different from the other boys at Pleasant Valley High in the small northern California town near San Jose. He wasn't interested in girls so he checked out the equipment of his buddies in the locker room at school. But none compared to his big brother.
The less he saw of Cary, the more Brandon idolized him. He couldn't come jacking off unless he thought about Cary shooting jizz between his legs or unless he fantasized about sucking his big brother's cock or getting blown by him.
Even when Cary was stationed at Treasure Island, he didn't come home on leave.
That was stupid about the rift between dad and him. Brandon said so, but his father said that Cary was a bad influence because he used dope. His father said that Cary tried to reenlist but they wouldn't take him.
With nowhere else to go, Cary was coming home to Pleasant Valley. His father made it clear that Cary would have to behave himself.
Brandon marked off the days on the calendar until his big brother would come homethe Fourth of July weekend. And they'd have plenty to celebrate!
He counted the days and jacked off the nights, just waiting to see his big brother again.
It was always the same. He saw his big brother naked. Cary might slap him around some, but they ended up fucking. Brandon yearned to taste his brother's cock again-and he was saving his cherry ass just for his big brother's prick.
The Fourth of July weekend finally rolled around. Pleasant Valley was usually a sleepy town. But this weekend the kids were already shooting off firecrackers in the streets to celebrate Independence Day.
Brandon met his brother at the bus station. He expected to see Cary wearing his butch Marine uniform. Instead Cary was wearing faded Levi's and a short sleeve shirt with tufts of hair peeking through the open collar. The ample crotch bulge revealed that this was a hung stud.
They shook hands and hugged each other. Brandon kissed his brother's neck and didn't care who saw it.
Cary got his duffel bag and suitcase and they took a cab home.
When the cabbie found out that Cary was a Marine, it must have triggered his own past because he swore a blue streak and rambled on about oriental broads.
At home, Sharon Nelson made a big fuss over her firstborn. She had always liked Cary best. Supper was baked ham and sweet potatoes because that was Cary's favorite meal. His mother had even fixed up his old room with new curtains and a bouquet of flowers.
Wade Nelson sort of relaxed after Cary and he split a six-pack of beer. Damn, Brandon thought, mom made him drink Coke. But he was high on just being around his big brother.
He kept staring at him, but Cary didn't mind. Cary just winked and called him dude and stud, which made him feel like a million.
Wade Nelson worked for the Southern Pacific railroad. He was kind of quiet and let mom raise the boys. He'd taken them fishing and camping when they were little, and they played baseball and touch football in the backyard, and hat a baseketball hoop over the garage door.
Cary was athletic and liked the outdoors. He was a lot like his dad and just as stubborn. Dad had wanted Cary to play high school sports and he had been good enough. But Cary had been crazy about cars and got a job at a gas station instead.
No way could dad live his dreams of athletic glory through Brandon. He was sort of a bookworm. But mom was pleased with his school grades and she figured he might even be the first Nelson to go to college.
Dad let Brandon have the family's silver Mustang so that Cary and he could go to a drive-in movie. Brandon had just gotten his license but their dad still figured he was more responsible and would drive more carefully than Cary.
The Nelson boys drove to San Jose. Cary had Brandon stop at a liquor store so he could get some smokes. He not only got some smokes, but a couple six-packs of Miller's beer.
Cary wanted to go see the Charles Bronson flick, "Death Wish II." He said something about how maybe Bronson would kill off all the cast in "Death Wish I."
They drank beer and watched the movie that started after sundown. Brandon had never seen so much violence in all the junk TV shows he'd ever watched. Bronson was the most macho actor he'd ever seen! Cary had seen lots of his movies and said Bronson was a major star in Europe.
The co-feature was some shit kicker western. It was late and the crowd thinned down.
Cary pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it. They passed the grass back and forth. Brandon felt so good being with Cary. He had so many things he'd planned to tell him, some town gossip, some dirty stories he'd heard, lots of things. But he felt so mellow just in his presence.
"How's your love life, Brandon?" Cary asked suddenly. "Huh?"
His love life consisted of his good right hand. When he was really horny, he could jerk off four or five times a day-with Cary always the star of his jack-off fantasies.
"Have you got a girlfriend?"
"No one special."
"Does Judy Jones still have the hots for you?"
"Naw, we're just friends." Cary wouldn't believe how fat Judy's baby fat had all settled in her tits. Now she was the most popular girl in the junior class!
"I've gone some different fucking routes, being a Marine."
"Like what?" Brandon was already getting a hard-on. "I'll bet women really love your big cock."
"Your big butch Marine brother is gay." Brandon thought he was just loaded and hearing things. "Say what?"
"I'm queer," Cary sid calmly.
"You ain't no sissy."
"The gay lib movement has gone macho."
Brandon didn't really understand all that Cary said, but he knew he had a roaring hard-on. He never thought about the label faggot too much, but he sure had the hots for his big brother.
"Sex is sex."
"The Marine Corps builds men, that's true. And I love men. I think they're more passionate, there's more you can do with a dude than a chick."
"Like what?" Brandon was almost ready to cream his jeans.
"Suck, fuck, rim, jerk. Remember when we fooled around?"
"Yeah, sort of." Jesus, Brandon thought, he never forgot one detail!
"There's much more."
Brandon's hand reached across the bucket seat, and he brazenly groped his big brother. Cary's cock was hard as a rock.
"You're as horny as I was when I was your age, stud."
Brandon unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and freed his big cock. It was thicker around and stiffer than he remembered.
The car windows were all fogged up from smoke and their breath.
Brandon licked the big spongy cockhead.
Cary leaned back in the seat and moaned.
"Oh, Brother. Hunky little brother. Suck my cock."
Brandon fastened his lips around his brother's fat cock. He was doing what he'd dreamed of doing again for so long. Not just sucking cock, but sucking his big brother's cock.
Cary rubbed Brandon's hair while he deep-throated the prick down to those big hairy nuts. He felt the wiry pubic bush tickle his nose and this time he was careful not to bite him.
"Oh, Brandon. Hot little chicken brother sucking my prick. Ohhh. Ummm."
Brandon was leaking pre-cum and he reached inside his own shorts and squeezed his cock. He beat his meat in rhythm to sucking his brother's cock.
"Oh, Baby Brother. Oooh."
Brandon held the massive, veiny shaft of Cary's hard-on in his left hand. He bobbed his head up and down on the bulbous cockhead.
With his right hand, Brandon continued jacking himself off.
"Aw, fuck. Oh Jesus! I'm coming-"
Brandon gulped the hot salty cum that spewed out of his brother's cock, buckets of butch Marine brother's fuckjuice.
"Ohhhhh!" Cary moaned.
Brandon's own slimy cum spurted all over his hand. Holding his brother's cock in one hand, his own cock in the other hand, Brandon was secretly pleased to see that his own prick was just as big and just as thick as his brother's even if his cum-load wasn't as much. He figured that he'd jacked off when he woke up, while the cum was just stored up in Cary's balls.
Actually about the only difference Brandon figured between Cary and him was that Cary had a hairy bod while his own body was smooth and silky. They had the same curly brown hair as their father, the same blue-green eyes as their mother.
Neither one of their big cocks softened.
"Oh Cary, I want you to fuck me in the ass. Do it, Brother."
"Nothing I'd like better than to fuck that tender little butt of yours. You've never been fucked before, have you?"
"No, never. I saved my cherry ass just for your cock. Do it, Cary. Fuck me in the ass."
Brandon pulled down his Levi's with his left hand. He saved the cum he'd shot off into his right hand and smeared it between his ass-cheeks. Then he lay between the bucket seats.
Cary mounted his little brother's ass, which was milky white below the waistline, all smooth and sexy, an ass that was made to be fucked.
Brandon let out a small scream when the big cock pushed past his sphincter. It hurt like hell, so much more than poking a finger up his ass-hole the way he sometimes did when he beat his meat.
Cary was gentle and took it easy until the sphincter stretched to accommodate his big cock.
All the pain of entry turned to electric, tingling pleasure when Cary pumped his prick into the tight, virgin fuck-hole.
Brandon was overwhelmed. He was finally getting his ass fucked, stuffed with hard cock, the hard cock of his brother.
Brandon bucked back at the stiff cock that rammed in and out of his snug ass-hole.
"Oh Cary. Fuck me. More. More. I love it. I love your big prick up my ass!"
Cary's cock became steely hard. His big nuts banged against his brother's ass-cheeks. He plunged his prick in to the hilt.
"Oh God. Jesus Christ! Oh fuck! I can feel it. Horny Marine brother shooting his wad up my ass! Aw, shit! Ohhh! Ahhh!"
Brandon's cock throbbed. He was so hot, and he could feel his brother's cum squish around inside his guts.
Cary slowly removed his cock from his little brother's ass. He rolled Brandon over and just in time he went down on his little brother's shooting cock.
Brandon clamped his hands around his brother's head and shoved his exploding cock deep into the hungry marine's throat. He felt jizz drip out of his ass-hole.
"Oh shit, man. I never knew fucking could be so good."
"Oh, my ass is sore!"
Brandon touched his abused ass-hole. In the moonlight, he looked at the creamy cum mixed with a drop of blood from the goo that leaked out of his butt.
"You took it like a man," Cary said.
Brandon leaned over and kissed his brother on the lips.
Cary pushed him away and slapped him.
"Why did you do that?" Brandon asked, hurt.
"Don't get mushy with me. I'm still your big brother and what I say goes."
"Okay, Cary."
"That's more like it, punk. Now open me another beer and let's see what those cowboys in the movie are up to."
CHAPTER TWO
On the Fourth of July holiday Cary took Brandon to the Alameda County Fair.
It was sunny and hot. They took off their shirts.
Brandon thought a bare-chested hunk like his brother was one of the sexiest sights there was. Cary had a spider web of hair on his solid chest, hair that swirled around his nipples, and a thick patch that led from his bellybutton to his crotch.
Brandon's body hair was under his armpits and his pubic bush. Otherwise he was smooth and suntanned, except for the chalky outline underneath his Speedos.
Cary was in a hurry, excited about getting to the horse races.
Brandon had never been to a racetrack before. He stood on the blacktop and watched the post parade, the sleek thoroughbreds with their lead ponies, the colorful jockey silks. Many of the riders were just teenagers like himself.
Cary returned from the betting window with a ticket. He also had two foamy beers in paper cups.
"Who'd you bet on?" Brandon looked at the odds flashing on the tote board in the infield. "Everybody."
"What?"
"It's the daily double. These are maidens, non-winners. So I wheeled them to Red Falcon, a distance horse in the next race that I won on when I went to Golden Gate Fields."
"Don't you use the 'Racing Form' to handicap races?"
"Naw, I tried that. It's just a bunch of facts. Horses are flesh and blood creatures. They don't run the way they're supposed to run on paper. Besides, there are betting barns and horses that win only when the right money is on them."
"You know a lot about racing."
"It cost me plenty to learn what I know. Observation is the edge I used when I won at Golden Gate. The bottom line is that it's all luck."
Brandon watched the horses load in the starting gate. The flag was up. The bell rang. The gravelly voiced track announcer said, "They're off and running-"
Two horses burned up on the pace. In the stretch where the real running happens, three horses finished with their noses on the wire. It was a photo finish.
Foggy Fellow was declared the winner and paid boxcar odds. If Red Falcon won the second half of the double, the payoff would be three hundred dollars.
Brandon watched the number five horse, Red Falcon, break last and trail the full field running a mile and one-eighth.
"Don't worry," Cary said. "He's a come from behind horse."
Brandon watched the red saddle cloth of Red Falcon when the horse flew down the stretch. By now he was yelling for the horse to open up.
Red Falcon overtook the tiring horses in the stretch and drew two lengths clear of the field.
Brandon came to life like his brother, and they cashed in the winning ticket.
Cary made some fifty-dollar win bets. He was blessed because he cashed tickets on three more races. When the feature stakes race rolled around, Cary's bankroll was padded to five hundred bucks.
"Who's the best horse in the stakes?"
"No question about it, Make Him Famous."
"He's at even-money," Brandon said, noting the tote.
"Usually the favorite stiffs. But Make Him Famous has the pace all to himself. He's the only speed. He'll never look back. He's the star of the fair circuit. Just watch."
Brandon gulped when he saw Cary bet his whole five hundred dollar bankroll on the favorite.
Make Him Famous broke on top.
"God, those fractions are fast," Cary said.
Brandon kept his eyes riveted to the blue saddle cloth on number three. Make Him Famous drew clear in the stretch and won by a dozen lengths. Brandon was screaming and jumping up and down. He excitedly kissed his brother on the cheek.
They left the track with over a thousand dollars. Brandon had never seen that much cash before. He was sort of afraid they'd get robbed, but there were uniformed cops all over the grounds.
"How do you feel, Cary."
"Like I just got my rocks off. Man, I feel better than that when I get a big winner!"
Brandon felt high off the winnings and beer, but not as good as he did when his brother fucked him.
They walked around the midway. Cary drank beer and watched while Brandon went on some of the cheap thrill rides.
Cary was an expert marksman and won a teddy bear for his little brother.
They drank beer and looked at the livestock. They fed a stray dog some beer, talked to the bulls, sheep, chickens, rabbits and ducks.
They ate all kinds of junk food until Brandon had to go take a shit.
Cary found a spot on the block of grass outside the track. There were lots of picpanties and people waiting for the fireworks display to celebrate the Fourth of July.
Brandon headed for the shithouse. He sat in the end stall and emptied his bowels of the junk food and pissed out the watered-down beer.
He sat on the throne, leaned forward and wiped his ass. He didn't know when he'd ever had so much fun. Cary was really a lucky dude.
Brandon heard some heavy breathing from the stall next to him. He'd noticed the large rectangular hole, but paid no attention to it until now.
Someone was sitting on the throne in the next stall. He could see the guy's hand between his legs. The guy removed his hand and his stiff ample cock sprang up. The guy rubbed the skin up and down over his rosy cockhead.
Brandon leaned over and looked through the large hole in the partition. To his surprise, he saw a young blonde boy who was jacking off.
Brandon's own cock stiffened. It was like a challenge, how some dude challenges another with his car at a stoplight. Only this was sort of a jack-off challenge, to see who could come first.
Brandon watched the blonde boy beat his meat. He jerked his own prick with the same quick rhythm. A drop of pre-cum leaked from his piss slit.
That excited the boy in the next stall because he knelt down on the floor at the glory hole and opened his mouth.
"Let me suck it, man."
Why not? Brandon figured. He could see the kid drooling at the mouth and still beating his meat.
Brandon stood up and poked his prick right into the eager hot mouth. The blonde boy sucked hungrily on Brandon's big cock.
"Oh yeah. Suck it, kid," Brandon moaned.
The danger of getting caught while getting a blow-job in a public toilet made it even more exciting.
Brandon thrust his cock all the way down this blonde punk's throat. He wanted to come in this kid's mouth. He pumped faster and faster.
His cock was rock hard and it exploded. The power of the orgasm caught the teenaged cock-sucker by surprise.
The blonde gagged and Brandon's shooting cock fell out of the kid's mouth. Gobs of hot cum splattered on the kid's face. The kid eagerly licked his chops.
"I gotta go," the blonde kid said, and hurriedly pulled up his pants and left.
Brandon sat back down on the throne. He saw the drops of cum on the floor under the partition where the kid had shot his wad while sucking him.
He ran his finger in the fuckjuice and tasted it. The blonde kid's cum was creamy and sweet.
He scooped up the drops of cum and lubed his hard cock with the blonde kid's cum.
He closed his eyes and stroked his prick. He loved his brother Cary with all his heart, but the hot blow-job from the blonde kid was a thrill.
"Put it up my ass, man."
Brandon opened his eyes and looked through the glory hole. It was the same blonde kid, back again.
"Hurry up, before my old man comes looking for me. I told him I had the runs."
Brandon stood up and pushed his cum-lubed prick right into the puckered hole.
The blonde kid bucked back at the partition.
The kid's ass was hot and tight. This was Brandon's first piece of ass. He pumped his prick in and out of the boy's hot ass-hole.
"Do it, man. Come in my ass."
Brandon was beyond the point of no return. He was fucking his first ass, a kid he'd never seen before.
"Oh Jesus, here it comes! Take it, blonde punk."
Brandon blasted a wad of hot cock juice into the kid's tight ass-hole. The kid clamped his ass tightly around the spurting prick and squeezed all the cum it could out of Brandon's balls.
Brandon's cock slurped out of the kid's ass. He could see his sticky cum glistening on the kid's asscrack.
"What's your name?"
"Shannon."
Brandon wanted to know this hot blonde punk better, and maybe see him again sometime.
The blonde kid got down on his knees at the partition on the other side of his stall.
Brandon watched the blonde kid's hair bounce while he sucked another man's cock through the glory hole on the other side. He saw his cum draining out of the kid's ass, streaking his thighs.
Brandon pulled up his Levi's and left.
Brandon and Cary drank beer and watched the fireworks display light up the sky.
On the way home Brandon asked his older brother, "How did you learn about gay sex?"
"By doing it," Cary said.
"When was your first time?"
"When I got out of boot camp. I was hitchhiking, and this man picked me up. He talked about his wife and kids, so I never suspected what he wanted."
"Did you do it in the car?"
"No, we didn't do it in the fucking car! He got a motel room in Fresno. I was hot and horny from the long ride, so I jerked off in the shower. When I lay on the bed in my shorts, he started to give me a massage. Well, I got a roaring hard-on. He turned me over to rub my chest and I shot my wad. It didn't go to waste because the man pulled down my shorts and ate the cum off them."
"Sounds weird to me."
"That's not all. He licked me from head to toe. That got me so hot, I shot another load, this time in his mouth. My balls were full of cum after boot, and the guy gagged on my third load, the fourth and the fifth."
"Jesus! He's lucky you didn't drown him with cum."
'Anyway, he lived in Fresno. He bought me a big steak breakfast and a bus ticket home. Plus he gave me twenty bucks. I'd never seen anybody so grateful. I guess he made a whore out of me with the money, huh?"
"How do I know? It's your jack-off story," Brandon teased. "You're giving me a hard-on."
Cary reached over and squeezed his little brother's cock. "Ah, that's just a piss hard-on from drinking all that beer."
"I'm always horny around you."
"When I was stationed at Treasure Island, I went to gay bars in Fresno. I liked the idea of guys spending money on me instead of me spending money on chicks. The more men I had, the more I wanted."
"Do you wish you'd have stayed in the Marine Corps?"
"Naw. I'd have been busted and thrown out sooner or later because they don't want queer Marines, even though they've got plenty of closet cases. I got stoned and went AWOL a lot. That's why I wasn't recommended for reenlistment."
"Is that why dad's so pissed off at you?"
"Among other things."
"Well, I'm glad you're back home."
Cary took the next exit off the freeway and drove along a deserted country road.
The sky was inky black, except for some moonlight.
"Why are you stopping?"
"Either all this money I won or my cock is burning a hole in my pocket."
Brandon's ass twitched. He was horny from thinking about fucking that cute blonde boy in the toilet and from being around his stud brother.
Brandon groped his brother, who had a roaring hard-on. He unbuttoned his brother's Levi's and took out that big throbbing cock. He fastened his lips around the randy fucker that was a near duplicate of his own cock.
"Ohhh shit, that feels good!"
Cary ran his hand inside his little brother's pants, feeling the tight, firm ass-cheeks and poking a finger up Brandon's ass-hole.
"Ummm," Brandon moaned.
"Let's get in the back seat where there's more room."
Brandon crawled between the bucket seats and stripped out of his clothes. Cary slid his pants and shorts down. "Fuck me, Cary. I want to get fucked."
"Yeah, Baby Brother. And I want to fuck that tight ass of yours."
Brandon spread his legs and dangled one foot over the bucket seat. He reached for his brother and hungrily kissed him on the lips, darting his tongue inside his mouth.
Cary kissed back, sucking on Brandon's tongue. He leaned back and spit on his palm. He lubed Brandon's hungry ass and guided his big cock into the tight fuck-hole.
Brandon humped his ass onto the hot, hard cock.
Cary started to pump his prick in and out of his little brother's ass.
Brandon's ass was on fire, stuffed with his brother's hard cock. He listened to Cary pant as he stroked his ass. He felt the sweat drip off Cary's chest. He ran his fingers through the hairy chest and pinched Cary's nipples while his big brother fucked him in the ass.
"Oooh. Keep fucking me. Don't stop."
Cary increased his fucking rhythm.
"Harder. Fuck me harder!"
"Take it, Brandon. Take my big cock. Oh shit. Fuck. Here it comes-"
"Fill my ass with your jizz. I want it so bad. Oh God. Brother's hot cum shooting into my guts. Oh Jesus!"
Cary grunted and hugged his brother, with his cock buried to the hilt in Brandon's ass.
Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around his brother's cock and squeezed all the fuckjuice he could out of those big hairy balls that nestled against his ass-cheeks.
Cary's cock softened and slithered out of his brother's butt hole.
"I got to take a leak. All that beer got me pissed to the tits."
Brandon climbed out of the car naked. Cary followed him.
Brandon held his prick.
Cary knelt down beside him on the road.
"Let me drink your piss," Cary said.
"Huh?"
"Pee in my mouth, Brandon."
"I can't wait any longer."
Brandon let go with a spray of warm piss that splashed in his brother's face. He couldn't believe that Cary actually wanted to drink his pee.
Brandon pissed so fast and so much that Cary couldn't swallow the fountain of golden fluid. Pee ran out of the sides of Cary's mouth.
Brandon had to stop pissing because his cock got hard as a rock, he was so turned on by his brother drinking his pee.
On the deserted road in the moonlight, Cary grabbed his brother by the hair and shoved him down in the dirt.
"I'm sorry, Cary. You told me to-"
"You little punk! I'm going to make you my piss-slave."
Before Brandon knew what was happening, he felt the trickle of Cary's pee on his crotch, wetting his cock and balls.
Brandon's cock pulsed from the sensation of his brother's pee. He felt piss on his tits, his crotch, his legs.
Without touching himself, Brandon shot his load, which mixed with the pee on his torso.
Cary pulled his little brother up by the hair and shoved him against the fender of the car.
"Don't hurt me, Cary!"
Tears filled Brandon's eyes from having his hair pulled so hard. He worshiped his big brother and loved the golden shower.
Cary started licking the pee off Brandon's naked torso, pee that was mixed with gobs of cum.
Brandon's cock throbbed when he felt his brother's tongue on his cock and balls. He was so excited by the golden shower that his cock swelled.
Cary was on his knees now, licking the piss off his brother's thighs.
Brandon couldn't stop himself. He stroked his cock a couple times. He grabbed Cary by the head with the other hand and shot a load of cum onto his brother's matted chest. He loved the sight of glistening cum, his cum, on his brother's hirsute chest.
Cary stood up and leaned against the fender. He pulled his brother over to his chest.
"Lick it, Brandon. Eat your cum off my chest."
Brandon eagerly lapped his salty fuckjuice off his brother's hairy chest.
Cary held his naked brother tightly and kissed him hard on the lips.
CHAPTER THREE
Cary bought a black '73 Chevy Impala with some of his track winnings. He tinkered with the engine till it purred like a cat.
Dad made some offhand remarks that Cary should be looking for a job instead of working on his car. Mom was glad that her sons were getting along so well.
Brandon was happy just to be around his big brother.
When Cary had the car all fixed up, he toot
Brandon to Reno.
Brandon had never been out of California in his life. He thought the majestic Sierra Mountains were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
They made several stops along the way. They drank beer and enjoyed the scenery. Brandon figured his big brother really knew how to live, going to racetracks and casinos. Work was for suckers when you were lucky like Cary. Hell, Cary could make a living gambling.
Brandon had some gnawing doubts about the brother he idolized, figuring his dad wasn't all wrong either. But he was captivated by his brother's charm and the hot sex they had together. He'd go anywhere with Cary and do anything Cary wanted. You were young only once and might as well sow some wild oats because you don't get out of life alive.
The Chevy climbed the 7,200-foot summit easily.
Cary promised to bring his brother up in the mountains during the winter when it was really spectacular with snow.
Brandon had the uneasy feeling that would never happen, that they were on borrowed time. But he dismissed the negative thoughts. Nothing was going to spoil the fun of the moment.
When the highway descended into the Reno
Valley, Brandon saw the city lights and the casino hotel towers.
Suddenly they came upon some flares burning on the highway. There were three Nevada Highway Patrol cars with their lights flashing.
As they drove past, they saw a car that had gone off the highway and flipped over.
"I wonder if the people are dead," Brandon asked, jolted by the harsh reality of an accident.
"Probably a drunk driver. That happens. Be glad it ain't you."
"Jeez, that's a terrible wreck!"
Brandon was surprised at his brother's calloused attitude about a tragedy. But, he figured, Cary had probably seen a lot of shit like that, being a Marine and everything.
"Don't let that spoil your fun," Cary said.
Cary bought some beer, and they checked into the Sierra Vista motel near the casinos.
Brandon had hoped they'd fuck and then relax after the long drive through the mountains. But Cary was anxious for the casino action.
Brandon was fascinated by all the glitter of the casino signs. There were lots of drunks on the streets and people with long faces, losers.
Brandon watched from the outside while Cary chased Lady Luck in the casinos. He stood in the open outdoor area of Harrah's while Cary tossed the dice. He peeked over the slot machines while Cary played blackjack at Harold's Club.
He could tell by the look on Cary's face that he was losing.
Cary came outside. He was sipping on a screwdriver cocktail.
"Any luck?" Brandon asked.
"It'll change. Say, why don't you go back to the motel, drink some beer and watch TV? The cops might hassle you for hanging around on the streets at night."
"Yeah, okay."
Brandon was afraid the trip was going to be a real bummer, with Cary losing all his money.
He walked around downtown Reno, looking at the sign that arced the street: BIGGEST LITTLE CITY IN THE WORLD.
A kid about his own age stopped to ask him, "Do you know where Lake Street is?"
"No. This is my first time here."
"I can't find the fucking motel where we're staying. I can't find my old man, either."
"He's probably in the casinos."
"No shit! The guards throw me out every time I go inside looking for him. Bet you're looking for your old man too."
"No. I came with my brother."
"I hate this fucking town. It's for losers. Ever since my folks got divorced, I spend the summers with my dad and we always end up in this shithole until he goes broke."
Brandon thought this dark-haired kid was a living doll. He wore tight jeans with CALVIN KLEIN written across his ass.
"Where are you from?" the kid asked.
"California. Pleasant Valley; near San Jose. And you?"
"Sacramento, but my old man lives in Stockton."
"I'm Brandon Nelson."
"Mike Sebastiani." He shook the extended hand.
"Italian?"
"That's Italian."
"Uh, I was just going back to the motel to drink some beer. Want to join me?"
"Sure. I hope my old man goes broke fast, so we can get the hell out of here. Last summer he got on a streak and it took him three days to blow it all. He never leaves until he's tapped out. Then he pisses and moans all the fucking way home."
In the motel room, Brandon turned on the TV and they drank beer.
"TV sucks with all the summer reruns," Mike said.
Brandon was not only turned on by this Italian kid's good looks, but he liked his dirty language.
"Beer runs right through me. I got to take a piss."
"Me too," Brandon said and followed along to the toilet.
Mike took out his cock and pulled back the foreskin.
Brandon pissed in the stool at the same time. "Drinking makes me horny," Mike said. "Me too."
Mike shook the drops of pee off his cock and it hardened.
Seeing that gave Brandon an instant hard-on. He touched Mike's prick and pulled the foreskin over the flared rosy cockhead.
"Ummm. Shit!" Mike said.
Brandon kneeled down on the floor in the toilet. He put his lips around the Italian kid's fat uncut cock, tasting the cheese under the foreskin.
"Oooh. Fuck!" Mike moaned.
"Why don't we get undressed?"
"Man, I never did nothing like this before."
"I'll give you a good blow-job."
Mike's cock said yes and pulsated.
Brandon undressed and lay down on the bed.
Mike took off his shirt, revealing the wisps of hair on his chest. He took off his sneakers and Calvins.
Brandon was leaking pre-cum, looking at this hot, hairy wop. His beefy thighs were also hairy. He pulled down his white shorts which had CALVIN KLEIN written on the waistband. His crotch was hairy; his buns were furry.
Brandon dove between those hairy legs and licked the big hairy balls and sucked on that fat cock with the sheath retracted.
Brandon got that dago cock ready to explode, then removed his mouth. He licked the hairy chest and sucked on the nipples.
"Ohhh, yeahhh."
Mike started feeling Brandon's smooth white ass-cheeks. He poked a finger into Brandon's ass-hole.
In a quick movement, Mike had Brandon on his stomach and was rubbing that big uncut Italian cock into Brandon's asscrack, lubing it with pre-cum.
"I want to fuck your ass, dude."
"It's yours to do what you want with."
Mike shoved his cock into Brandon's butt.
Brandon wiggled around until the huge cock felt comfortable. He bucked back at the pumping prick.
Mike took deep strokes into the tight fuck-hole.
"Fuck me, man! Keep fucking me. Shoot your cum into my ass!"
Mike breathed heavier and fucked faster and faster.
Brandon reached behind him and felt those hairy ass-cheeks. He shot his wad right away. His ass-hole spasmed.
That took Mike over the line. His cock exploded, shooting gobs of hot Italian cum into Brandon's guts.
Mike lay still on top of Brandon until his breathing became even again. His cock softened and fell out of Brandon's ass.
Brandon turned around and swooped down on the soft uncut cock. He retracted the foreskin and cleaned all the shit and cum off the fat cock.
"I'd better go before your brother gets back."
"No rush. Have another beer."
"I'll take one with me if you don't mind."
"Sure."
Brandon sipped on a beer after the door shut and hot Italian Mike was gone. He licked up his pool of cum off the sheet. His butt was sore from the rough dry fucking, but he felt good. He felt lucky to have scored with this hunky kid.
He didn't understand the changes going on inside him. He loved his brother, but he could still enjoy tricks like Shannon, the blonde kid in the toilet at the fair, and like Italian Mike. A hot number made him want his brother all the more.
Brandon went looking in the casinos for Cary. They found each other on North Center Street.
Brandon could tell by the look on his brother's face that he'd lost.
"Shitty luck," Cary said. "Crapped out on the dice. I got a run at blackjack. I doubled down on an eleven. The dealer showed a five, which is usually a stiff hand. The jerk sitting next to me split two jacks and took the face cards that would have made the dealer bust. There was a queen under the dealer's five all right, but the dealer hit with an ace and a five for twenty-one. I had a damn nine under my eleven."
"You can't beat casinos. They just keep expanding with sucker's money."
"Yeah, I know. The only even-money bet is the first roll of the dice. The percentages grind against you until you lose. Just stick around and they get you. That's why you don't see any clocks in the casinos.
"I had fun looking at the sights," Brandon said.
"You got any money."
"Just the buck in my wallet you said to keep for bridge fare."
"Give it to me," Cary said.
Brandon forked over his last dollar, thinking it was dumb to throw that away too.
Cary stopped in a dingy little casino called the Gold Star. He marked off a block of five numbers on a keno ticket.
Brandon felt down because his brother had blown around three hundred bucks gambling. He felt like a loser, although he hadn't gambled at all.
"I'm a Taurus and my lucky astrology numbers are one and three. So I played thirteen thru seventeen."
When the keno game started, Brandon watched the board. Thirteen was the first number. Other numbers lit up on the board. There was fourteen, sixteen and seventeen. But no fifteen came up.
"C'mon fifteen," Cary said, with his fingers crossed.
The last number in the game was fifteen. Brandon couldn't believe it. "Five hundred bucks, Little Brother."
"Oh wow!"
The man behind the counter had to take money out of all the keno clerks' cash drawers to get the bills to pay off Cary.
"You're really lucky. Don't put it back."
"No fucking way!"
They stopped at the Mayfair Market on North
Virginia Street, bought champagne to celebrate the score, and went through the alleys back to their motel on Sierra Street.
They drank the bubbly champagne out of plastic cups.
"Gambling is really freaky," Brandon said.
"Anyone can get lucky. I'm living proof of that. I heard that some guy actually knocked out a gold tooth to sell it so he could stay in action. All I had to do was get a dollar off you, which was like pulling teeth."
Brandon sipped the champagne. "I still can't believe you hit all five of those keno numbers. The odds must be-"
"Staggering!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Anything special you want to do to celebrate."
"Just be with you."
Brandon's cock stirred in his Levi's. He could still feel Italian Mike's cum squish around inside his ass.
They polished off the bottle of Christian Brothers champagne. Then they stripped naked and crawled between the sheets.
Brandon hugged his brother and nestled his head in Cary's matted chest.
Cary reached between Brandon's legs and touched his roaring hard-on, feeling the sticky pre-cum.
Cary rolled over on top of his little brother and pinned him down. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Brandon loved to kiss his brother's thick lips and run his tongue around inside his brother's mouth. His throbbing prick poked against Cary's furry buns.
Cary spat on his hand and lubed his asscrack. He reached behind him and guided his young brother's big cock into his tight ass-hole.
Brandon's cock was so hard that he bit his Up to keep from shooting off right away. His cock was actually entrenched in Cary's hairy ass-hole for the first time.
Cary looked into his teenaged brother's soft blue-green eyes.
"Ohhh, shit. Your ass is so hot, so fucking tight," Brandon said.
Cary grinned. They were connected cock to ass. Cary leaned back and slowly bounced up and down on Brandon's fiery prick.
"Easy, man. Oh shit, I don't want to come yet. Ummm."
Cary roughly tweaked Brandon's nipples which diverted some of the tingling sensation from his cock to his chest.
Brandon rubbed his big brother's hairy thighs. This was something he only dreamed about doing, fucking his marine brother's ass.
Cary jerked his head from side to side and moaned, bouncing up and down on his young brother's big cock.
"Fuck me, Brandon. Fuck my ass."
Brandon tightened his thighs and thrust upwards, fucking deeply into the hot, tight ass-hole of the brother that he loved so much.
"Do it, Brandon. Shoot your cum up my ass. Ohhh."
Brandon dug his fingers into those hairy buns and held on tightly while the jizz spurted out of his exploding teenaged cock.
"Oh Christ. Jesus. My brother's hot jizz squirting into my butt. Ahhh!"
Brandon groaned as his cum filled his brother's butt hole.
Cary didn't even touch his hard cock. He just grunted and gobs of viscous cum oozed out of his piss slit and formed a puddle on Brandon's stomach.
Cary lifted his tight ass off his young brother's big cock. He lifted Brandon's legs into the air and let the ankles rest on his shoulders.
Brandon reached for his brother's cock that was still hard as a rock, and stroked it.
"Oh shit yeah. Get inside me, Cary. I want your big cock to fuck my ass."
Cary scooped up the creamy cum that he'd shot onto his brother's stomach. He lubed Brandon's butt with cum and pushed his cock inside.
Brandon moaned with the hot cock of his brother stuffed into his tight ass-hole. He managed to scissor his legs around those furry buns.
Cary leaned down and pushed his tongue into his young brother's mouth. His cock was still buried in Brandon's ass.
Brandon hugged his brother and moved his ass around.
Cary began fucking with a harder and deeper stroking rhythm.
Brandon slammed his hips into his brother's hairy groin, taking the big prick all the way up inside him.
The sweat dripped off Cary as he fucked faster and faster into his little brother's ass.
Brandon's mouth and ass were both on fire. He wanted Cary's cum to mix with that load of Italian cum inside his guts.
Cary leaned up and rapidly fucked his shooting cock into the spasming ass-hole, his hairy balls slapping against the smooth ass-cheeks.
Brandon's cock shot off at the same moment Cary's jizz gushed into his ass. Brandon fingered his sticky cum and rubbed it into his brother's hairy chest.
Cary sat back on his legs. Just the head of his prick was still buried in his brother's butt.
Cary grunted and Brandon felt warm piss squirt into his guts.
"Ohhh, God. My brother's cum and piss filling my ass."
Brandon thought he'd explode like a balloon with all that piss up his ass. But he loved it because it was Cary's piss.
Cary gently removed his cockhead from his young brother's butt hole.
Cary led his brother into the bathroom. Brandon cupped his ass-hole, which was leaking piss.
Brandon sat down on the stool.
Cary poked a finger up his little brother's ass and finger-fucked him, allowing cum, piss and shit to leak out of his ass-hole.
Brandon couldn't hold back. His ass muscles couldn't retain all the piss. He pushed out the finger that plugged his butt hole. The foul-smelling fluid streamed out of his ass.
Brandon stood up to wipe his ass.
Cary knelt down and spread the teenaged boy's ass-cheeks. He lapped his tongue into the hairless asscrack and cleaned it.
They fell asleep naked, locked in each other's arms.
Brandon loved the musky scent of his big brother's hairy body. He could feel his dry cum stuck in the hair on Cary's chest.
During the night Brandon awoke, feeling Cary's cock poking against his leg. He dove down and woke up his big brother with his tongue, and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum.
Brandon fell asleep with his brother's cock in his mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
The thoroughbreds moved on to Santa Rosa on the summer fair circuit of horseracing in northern California.
Cary and Brandon followed the horses. They drove in the black Chevy Impala along Highway 101 north and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. In Sonoma County the temperature soared in the nineties.
They drank beer out of paper cups and watched the races.
Cary didn't cash a ticket until the eighth race exacta, where he picked the horse that won and the horse that placed. For the five-dollar exacta combination he won two-hundred dollars.
Brandon was excited and hugged his brother.
"Too many cheap horses with no consistency," Cary complained.
"Why don't you bet a horse to win, place and show, since your horses hit the board in the daily double, the quarter horse and the Appaloosa races?"
"Okay, partner," Cary said.
Cary bet twenty bucks across the board in the next two races. Both horses he bet finished out of the money.
"How much is left in the bankroll?"
"Eighty bucks," Cary said. "But I've got a horse in the eleventh race. Let's get down on Hustle Up. He's 9-I odds. He's stepping up a bit in class, but he comes from a clever barn. All his races at Golden Gate Fields were good."
"You're the handicapper," Brandon said.
Brandon held the eighty dollar win ticket for good luck.
Hustle Up broke late. He closed much ground in the stretch. The field was well bunched. Hustle Up flew in the lane, but finished second.
"Can't win 'em all," Brandon said.
The INQUIRY light appeared on the tote board. The track announcer said a claim of foul was lodged by the jockey of the horse that finished third against the winner. The stewards were reviewing the video tape of the race.
"Just a jockey gripe, doesn't mean anything usually," Cary said.
The five minutes seemed like forever to Brandon. He kept his fingers crossed.
Finally the track announcer spoke, "For interference in the stretch, the winner has been disqualified and placed third."
"Whoopie! Can you dig it?" Cary said.
"I can dig it."
Hustle Up was declared the winner and paid twenty, which translated to an eight-hundred dollar payoff for the Nelson brothers.
They drank more beer out of paper cups and walked around the fair.
They stopped to watch the last free kiddie show of the day. It was some bozo in a clown suit. The circus consisted of a flea-bitten llama and a pony who ran in circles, with a dog in a silly hat that jumped on their backs. The dog later jumped off a ladder into bozo's arms.
Cary laughed during the show while the kids cheered. Brandon laughed so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Tough way to make a living," Cary said.
"The dog's the star of the show. The show has gone to the dogs!"
"Let's get out of here before we get busted. The show ain't that funny."
They headed back toward home.
The fog rolled in across the Golden Gate Bridge that Brandon had discovered was really orange.
"Let's stop and look at the view," Cary said.
Cary drove through the open Presidio Army base and stopped at a spot near the Golden Gate Bridge.
The waves splashed against the retaining wall. The silver fog covered the bay. A ship's foghorn blasted.
Brandon lay his head in his brother's lap. He felt the bulge of Cary's crotch.
He unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and took out his flaccid cock. He tongued the bulbous cock-head until it engorged with blood. He held the rosy cockhead and did a butterfly flick on the stiffening veiny prickshaft.
Cary moaned, "Suck it. Oh yeah. Ummm, that feels good."
Brandon deep-throated his brother's cock down to the big balls in their hairy sac.
Cary reached over and freed his brother's cock. He jacked on Brandon's cock while Brandon sucked him.
In a maneuver in tight quarters with the steering wheel in the way, Cary stretched over on top of his brother and turned the blow-job and hand-job into a hot sixty-nine.
Brandon loved to feel Cary's cock pumping down his throat. The Levi's chafed against his lips, but he wouldn't take his mouth off that spongy fuckmeat for anything in the world.
Cary squeezed his brother's cockshaft and sucked on the cockhead just past the corona.
Brandon couldn't hold back. He wanted to wait until he tasted his brother's jizz. But his hard nuts exploded, shooting bolts of hot teenaged fuckjuice out of his cock, flooding his brother's mouth.
With his mouth full of his young brother's cum, Cary dumped his own load of hot cum in Brandon's mouth.
Brandon gagged from the onslaught, but managed to swallow most of the creamy cum that shot violently down his throat.
They sat up in the seat and held each other tightly and kissed deeply, tasting the mixture of their cum in their mouths.
Brandon felt his brother's cock that was still hard as a rock.
"Oh Cary, I want you inside me, fucking my ass with your big prick."
Cary scooted over away from the steering wheel.
Brandon dropped his Levi's and shorts down around his ankles. He straddled his brother's legs and impaled his ass on the stiff cock.
There was no lube and the penetration of the cock into Brandon's ass was painful at first. But that's the way he wanted it.
"Fuck me rough, Cary. I love your big prick in my ass."
Brandon's ass stretched to take the big cock deep inside. Once the penetration was complete, the hard cock seared his guts and made him wild with desire to milk the cum out of his brother's cock.
"Oh God, your butt is so hot, so fucking tight!" Cary thrust upwards.
Brandon lifted up and sat down all the way on the big cock. He bounced up and down on his brother's towering prick.
Tuck me, Cary. Don't stop. Make it last forever. I love your prick inside me."
Cary held onto his brother's smooth ass-cheeks while his cock stabbed in deep, almost out, then in deep again, making loud slurping sounds.
Brandon tore open his brother's shirt and rubbed his nipples, his stiff cock touching the hairy chest, leaking pre-cum.
"Oh shit. You're the best fuck in the world, Baby Brother."
"Harder, Cary. Fuck me harder!"
Cary stroked his prick faster and faster up his young brother's fuck-hole.
"Aw shit. Fuck! Here it comes, baby. Take it up your hot ass. Ahhh!"
Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around the cock that exploded molten cum into his bowels. His own cock erupted sticky goo all over his brother's hairy chest. His ass-hole spasmed around his brother's cock.
Brandon groaned from the force of his orgasm. He rubbed his sticky cum all over Cary's hairy chest.
Their lips met and they kissed. With Cary's cock still buried in his brother's ass, their tongues felt like flames in their mouths.
Cary's cock softened and plopped out of Brandon's stutter.
Brandon held the soft cock of the brother that he loved and licked all the shit and cum off it, loving the tangy taste of the cock that had fucked him so good.
* * *
When they went home Wade Nelson complained that it was time Cary settled down and got a job.
While their folks were out for the evening visiting friends, Brandon and Cary fooled around.
It started while Cary was shaving in the bathroom.
"I shave nights and shower mornings," Cary said. He had a gold towel cinched around his waist.
"I shower nights and shave mornings," Brandon mocked. He took a leak in the commode beside the sink.
"What do you shave, your armpits?"
"You should shave your balls."
"Watch where you piss. You're splashing on me."
"It smells better than that cheap after-shave you use."
Cary took the can of shaving cream and sprayed foam on Brandon's cock. "You look like the star in a porno movie with that white stuff on your prick."
Brandon deliberately pissed on his brother's leg.
"You little shit!" Cary grabbed his young brother by the hair. "I ought to teach you some discipline, make a man out of you!"
"What would you know about being a man? You were-what do they call a woman marine? Oh yeah, BAM, a broad-ass marine!"
"I'm man enough to whip your ass."
'All you know how to do is pull hair and bite cock while you suck."
Cary gave his young brother the ass's rush and shoved him into his bedroom.
Brandon liked it when they used to wrestle when they were kids. He knew he was no match for Cary now, with his marine combat training and muscles. But he liked to get him mad. Cary looked so hot and manly wearing just that gold bath towel.
"Stop pulling my hair, fucker!" Tears streamed down Brandon's cheeks.
"What are you going to do about it?" Cary yanked Brandon's hair to emphasize the point.
"I'll tell dad that you're queer. He'll kick you out. He's an inch from doing that anyway because you're a lazy ass."
"You're a faggot too. You like to get fucked in the ass."
"You raped me!"
"Fucking liar!" Cary slapped his brother across the face. "Pussy little bastard!"
Brandon spit in his brother's face. "I hate you, you mean sonofabitch! I wish you'd been sent to Beirut and shot."
Cary slapped his brother again. "I'll teach you some respect."
"I'll never respect a wimp butt-fucker like you."
Cary tore the sheets off Brandon's bed. Before Brandon knew what was happening, he found himself naked with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts. "Let me go, you fruit-marine ass-hole!" Cary took one of Brandon's dirty socks and stuffed it in his mouth. Brandon tried to free himself. Cary left the room. Cary was crazy, that's why the Marines didn't want him anymore. He thought that Cary might really hurt him. Jesus, his cock throbbed. He wanted Cary to hurt him. Shit, he was just as crazy as his brother.
Cary returned to the room with his shaving kit.
Brandon managed to spit out the stinky sock in his mouth.
"You missed a few spots shaving. How did a scrounge like you ever pass inspection?'
Cary put a new blade in his safety razor.
"Hee-hee-hee. I'm gonna shave your head."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I'll make you bald as a billiard ball if I want to."
"Dad would kick your ass!" Brandon cried.
"You're just a crybaby. Always expect dad will fight your battles. You're his favorite son. I'd say his favorite daughter was more like it."
"Don't do anything stupid," Brandon said.
"They cut off your hair in the service to humble you. In your case, they'd have to cut off your head."
Brandon struggled but his bonds were secure.
Cary shook the can of lime shaving cream and sprayed foam all over his young brother's crotch.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm going to shave your crotch," Cary said.
"You can't!"
"Just watch me."
Sure enough, Brandon watched while Cary did what he said he would. Brandon felt the razor scrape the hair off his pubic bush. His cock got hard, but Cary slapped his prick and continued to shave him.
When he was done Brandon's crotch itched and smelled like lime. He was relieved that Cary hadn't cut him.
"You're lucky I did it the easy way. There's some punk rock singer that pulls his pubes out with pliers on stage."
The thought of that made Brandon wince. His cock was hard as a rock.
Brandon thought the crotch shaving was worth it when his brother leaned down and held his cock and licked the cleanly shaved area where his pubic bush had been.
"Now I'll teach you some real discipline. Do exactly as you're told. And call me sir."
Cary removed the bath towel from his waist. He straddled his young brother's stomach.
Brandon looked at that big cock that waved in his face.
Cary rubbed his cock and the leaking strand of pre-cum over his brother's cheeks and chin.
"Lick my balls."
"Yes, Sir."
Cary lifted up and Brandon tongued the wrinkled hairy ballsac. He sucked on one nut, then the other one.
Cary jerked his prick. "You want to be my slave, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You'll do whatever I tell you, won't you?"
"Yes, Sir." Brandon would agree to anything while he was looking at his brother's big cock.
"Now my ass. Clean it out good, slave boy."
Brandon stuck his tongue between those furry buns, into the hairy asscrack, into the tangy puckered ass-hole. His cock pulsated while he rimmed his brother.
Cary lifted up and cut a smelly fart that nearly suffocated Brandon.
"Oh wow! Gross me out."
"My farts smell better than your sewer breath."
"That's it! Get off me, you mother-fucker!"
"Not a chance, Baby Brother."
Cary grunted and a small steamy turd fell on Brandon's chest.
"Oh Jesus, I don't believe you. Untie me. Shaving my crotch is one thing but shitting on me is something else. You're freaking me out."
Cary grinned and picked up the turd. "I could make you eat this. You'd be my shit slave forever."
"Cut it out, Cary! I can't stand the smell of that. Stop it! Let me go! I'll tell!"
"Who will you tell? Dead boys can't talk."
Brandon was convinced his brother had really flipped out. Anyone who shaved your crotch and shit on you probably wouldn't think twice about snuffing you.
Cary held his brother's throat with his left hand and the smelly turd in his right hand.
"Don't make me eat that. You'll have to kill me first!"
"I wouldn't hurt you, Little Brother. Not really do a number on you. But I like the idea of you being my slave, and I'll use whatever force is necessary to make you behave. Comprende?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's more like it."
Cary took the turd and smeared his shit all over Brandon's cleanly shaved crotch.
Surprisingly it had a soothing effect on the itchy skin around Brandon's cock. "Clean my fingers off." Brandon smelled the traces of lime shave cream and shit on his brother's fingers. "No, I can't. Don't make me, Sir." Cary poked his fingers into Brandon's mouth. Brandon licked the fingers. The taste wasn't as bad as he imagined. Besides, it was Cary's shit. And he worshiped everything about him.
Cary scooted down on his young brother's shit-covered crotch. He held their two hard, fiery pricks together and jerked them at the same time.
Brandon didn't care about anything anymore, not being tied up, not being shit on. All his sensation was focused on his stiff cock being jacked off together against his brother's cock with his brother's shit all over their pricks.
Their cocks could belong to twins, big hunks of veiny fuckmeat with broad cockheads.
Brandon watched his brother beat their meat at the same time in the slimy, smelly shit. Except for the five year age difference, the well toned muscles and heavy body hair, they looked pretty much the same with their curly dark brown hair and blue-green eyes.
And they had the big Nelson cock that also swung between their father's legs and those of
Nelson generations past.
Brandon listened to his brother moan and groan while he jerked their pricks together. He gritted his teeth and his face was contorted.
At the same moment gallons of creamy cum spewed through the brown shit. It looked like an Old Black Joe sundae with chocolate ice cream and marshmallow topping.
Cary smeared the cum and shit all over his young brother's crotch and torso.
He untied Brandon and left the room.
Brandon listened to the shower running down the hall. While Cary soaped up, Brandon wallowed in Cary's shit and cum. He loved his big brother so much. No matter what Cary did to him, it was a turn on. That's why he seethed inside when his dad threatened Cary to get a job or get out. This was Cary's home and Brandon didn't want him to leave, not ever!
CHAPTER FIVE
Brandon and Cary drove to Lake TahOe in the '73 black Chevy Impala.
Brandon found the ride through the El Dorado forest past the streams, along the winding mountain road at nightfall was spectacular.
Cary had bought some new civvies and looked so macho and handsome with the light gray slacks and the pin-striped white shirt open at the neck revealing tufts of his chest hair.
"Dad's putting lots of pressure on you at home," Brandon said.
"He just doesn't want you to be like me."
"Why not?"
"According to pop, my future includes an observation tower and a high-powered rifle."
"I don't understand."
"And you've got the brains in the family."
"I want to be just like you."
"No, you don't. Being gay's one thing, if youre really that way, you've got no choice. Never be ashamed of what you are, despite the bullshit."
"You were a marine. That's something. Me, I'm just-hell, I don't know what I am."
"I think you're a fairy."
"Yeah," Brandon laughed.
"The whole world's crazy and I don't care about changing it. I just want to stay high and have a good time. Open me another beer, Little Brother."
Brandon opened them both another gold can of Miller High Life. He looked around for the pigs, feeling guilty since he'd promised his father when he got his license that he wouldn't drink and drive. Well, he wasn't exactly driving and this wasn't the old man's Mustang.
"You're really into the gambling trip," Brandon said.
"Life's a gamble. There ain't no guarantees."
"Dad says that's why you're a loser. I mean, ninety percent of gamblers lose. He says the only way to have money is by regular savings."
"Maybe so. But I'm not about to get tied down to owning things. I know I'm gay, always have been, always will be. You do what you have to in order to survive."
"But you can't survive by gambling. Even I now that."
"We've had some kicks this summer, huh? When your luck changes, you have to step back and take another look at things. Right now I'm on a roll and I plan to enjoy it."
"I'm with you, whatever you want!" Brandon said happily.
* * *
It was dark when they arrived at Stateline, Nevada.
Brandon looked at the bright lights of the casinos-Harrah's, Harvey's, Barney's, Caesar's, High Sierra.
They checked into the Twin Pines, a cheap motel with cottages. It was located behind a rat maze of motels with garish neon signs.
"Lots of motels have phony flashy fronts and high prices for the suckers. This place is reasonable," Cary said.
"This is a fucking dump. Cigarette burns in the blanket. Man, there are cockroaches! And the goddamn TV picture is all fuzzy."
"It's just for tonight. I came here to gamble. The other places I checked were too high. Stop bitching."
"At least the place we stayed at in Reno was clean."
"You're ungrateful for someone who got a free ride. I'm paying the bill."
"It would have been cheaper if we slept in the car."
"Shut up! You're the same whiny, snot-nosed little bastard you aways were!"
Cary shoved his brother down on the bed.
"Leave me alone. You're always picking on me," Brandon snapped.
"Poor Brandon. If he doesn't get his way, he just sulks."
"Dad's right. You're a fucking loser."
"Don't ever call me that again!"
"How can I enjoy this trip, sleeping in this dump?"
"It's late. And it's just for a few hours while I try my luck. If I win, I'll get a room at Caesar's."
"That's crap. You won't win. You bought some new clothes, so we got to stay in this stinking place. Don't let anything interfere with your gambling money."
"I've had just about all the shit I'm going to take off you. A few beers and you're going to tell me what to do."
Brandon couldn't stop himself. He had Cary pissed off.
"You're a loser, Cary," Brandon continued. Cary's eyes were glazed. He pulled off his belt and let Brandon have it across the back and the thighs.
"You're bigger than me. Otherwise, you wouldn't get away with this. You're just a bully."
"You need to be spanked to keep your ass in line!" Cary raged.
"You're not man enough."
Cary grabbed his young brother. He ripped his tee shirt. He pulled off his pants. He ripped his shorts.
Brandon just doubled up on the bed. He'd egged Cary on to the point that he was going to really get it. His cock was hard as a rock!
Cary wrapped his belt buckle around his fist and strapped his young brother.
Whack! The belt hit Brandon again and again across the back, the butt, the thighs. His cock leaked pre-cum.
"Oh Cary, I'll do anything you say. Just fuck me with your big prick!" Brandon whimpered.
Cary threw down his belt. He pulled down his young brother's torn shorts. He ran his tongue up Brandon's butt, soaking his asscrack with spit.
"Put your cock inside me. Oh, fuck me," the boy sighed.
Brandon pushed his whipped ass up in the air. He rested his head on his arms and looked between his legs.
Cary dropped his pants. His big cock and hairy balls rubbed against Brandon's asscrack.
"Do it, Brother. Stick that big prick inside me."
Cary held the smooth, bruised ass-cheeks and shoved his cock into the ass-hole.
Brandon felt a real rush when his ass was stuffed with his brother's fiery fuckmeat. He pushed his ass back against Cary's crotch and took that big hard cock all the way up his ass.
Cary held his brother's hips and slammed his cock in deep, almost out, then in deep again.
"Harder, Brother. Fuck me harder!"
Cary increased his fucking rhythm. His big hairy balls slapped against his brother's bruised ass-cheeks.
"Oh God. Shit. Oh fuck! Ohhhhh!"
Brandon's cock exploded a pool of cum onto the yellow blanket with the burnholes in it.
Cary's cock slipped out of the spasming ass-hole. He shot buckets of creamy cum onto Brandon's ass-cheeks.
Brandon fell down on the bed, into his pool of sticky cum that he'd just shot.
Cary massaged his gooey fuckjuice into his brother's bruised ass-cheeks.
Cary pulled up his pants.
Brandon knew that he couldn't stop him from leaving, from gambling.
"Got to go try my luck. See you later."
"Yeah," Brandon said. He listened to the door slam. He rolled over onto his back. His cock was still hard and lubed with his own cum. He thought of Cary fucking him and he jacked off. When he shot his wad, he licked his cum off his fingers.
* * *
At daybreak Cary arrived back at the motel.
Brandon could tell by the look on his face that Cary had lost gambling.
"C'mon, let's get out of this place," Cary said.
"How much did you drop?"
"Four C-notes. Shit, I'd get on a winning streak, then I'd play it back. Money management, that's my problem."
"Blackjack's a sucker's game," Brandon said. "Nobody wins gambling."
"I feel like shit."
"You ought to get some sleep."
"I'll let you drive. Dad would like that."
When they were several miles from the casinos, Brandon stopped at a twenty-four-hour donut shop and bought coffee and donuts.
"You're holding out on me," Cary said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
In the parking lot of the shopping center, Brandon ate the glazed donuts. Cary drank some warm beer that was in the car and ate some donuts.
Brandon drove into the mountains while Cary took a snooze with his head on his young brother's leg.
He thought Cary was crazy to think he could beat those casinos with their big bankrolls.
He looked at the stubble on Cary's face, his long eye lashes and the shape of his sexy, hairy body underneath those clothes.
The gambling highs and lows were hard to handle. Brandon felt like he got his rocks off when they won, but it was a bummer to lose, a feeling like being lost at sea.
In the mountains he pulled way off the road and parked the car.
"Why are you stopping?" Cary said, opening his eyes.
"Just to take a break. Let's walk down by the stream."
"I'm beat."
"We can drink some beer."
"Yeah, okay," Cary said.
They found an isolated spot and sat on boulders. They watched the water splash foam over the rocks and rush down the stream.
Brandon popped the tab off a frothy beer and handed it to his brother. He opened a beer for himself.
"Shitty luck at Tahoe, huh?"
"No one wins all the time unless they cheat," Brandon said.
"Some clubs use mechanics, dealers who deal cards out of the deck. You can't tell without mirrors. They recently closed a club for cheating in Las Vegas. Just the percentages will beat you anyway."
"Why do you gamble?" Brandon asked.
"I like the action. It makes me feel alive. It's even more passionate than fucking."
"I wouldn't know about that!" Brandon said. "It's been so long since I got fucked I forget who gets tied up."
"You do, shithead!" Cary laughed, shaking his beer and spraying the foamy brew on his younger brother.
Brandon reached down in the water and splashed Cary.
They started to wrestle but went into a clinch and just held each other.
"I'll take your mind off losing," Brandon said.
He unbuttoned his brother's shirt. He sucked Cary's nipples, and licked down his hairy chest.
Cary sighed and leaned back on the boulder.
Brandon kneeled down on his knees in the sand. He unzipped Cary's fly and took out his soft cock.
Cary's cock ballooned into a blood-engorged hard-on.
Brandon licked on the veiny shaft and tongued the hairy dangling balls. He tugged down the slacks and shorts, spread his brother's legs and licked down the perineum into his brother's hairy ass-hole.
"Oh shit, that feels good. Keep licking my ass-hole. Oh yeah. Ummm," Cary sighed.
Brandon unbuttoned his Levi's and took out his throbbing prick. His cock was a duplicate of the cock that he was sucking on.
All Brandon could think of was replacing his tongue with his cock up Cary's butt.
Brandon stopped and took out his wallet.
Cary's eyes watched him.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
Brandon didn't answer. He just took out the condom in the foil and rolled it down over his pulsing prick with the loose tip over his cockhead.
Brandon gripped his brother's hairy thighs. He roughly poked his rubber-covered cock into his brother's shitter.
Cary didn't protest.
Brandon held those hairy legs that he loved, and pumped his prick in and out of the hairy fuck-hole.
Cary writhed and clenched his teeth as his young brother's big cock plugged his butt. He humped back at the invading fuckmeat.
Brandon circled his hand around his brother's cock and jacked it while he stabbed into his brother's ass, feeling the friction against his own smooth, shaved crotch.
"Pump my ass, Baby Brother. Fill that rubber with jizz."
Brandon leaned over his brother's hairy chest and sucked on his nipples while he fucked him in the ass. He was beyond the point of no return. The cum rushed out of his balls and exploded into the rubber sheath which lined his brother's ass-hole.
Cary held onto his young brother tightly while Brandon blasted his wad into the condom.
Then Brandon pulled out of the tight shitter slowly. He carefully unrolled the cum-filled rubber off his cock.
Cary reached for the rubber.
Brandon's cock throbbed while he watched his brother hold the condom up in the air and let the cum drip down into his mouth, eating Brandon's fuckjuice.
"Delicious! Sweet teenaged cum," Cary said, licking his chops.
"I want your big cock up my ass. Fuck me, Cary. Fuck my ass."
Brandon dropped his Levi's down around his ankles. He kneeled down on all fours in the sand.
Cary massaged his young brother's smooth ass-cheeks. He slapped his brother's ass.
"Spank me, Cary. Oh yeah. Oh shit, my ass feels like it's on fire."
Cary slapped Brandon's ass until it was covered with red streaks.
"Put your prick in me dry and fuck me rough!" Brandon begged.
Cary spread the red ass-cheeks and positioned his prick at the puckered hole and pushed inside.
Brandon pushed back against his brother's hairy crotch and snaked the big prick all the way up his ass until it pressed against his prostate.
Cary held the smooth red ass-cheeks and pumped his prick in and out, in and out of the hungry ass-hole.
Brandon leaned his head to the right side and looked back at his brother who was fucking him in the ass.
"Oh Cary, I love your cock inside me! More. More. Keep fucking me!" Brandon exclaimed.
Brandon wiggled his ass and pushed back at the fuck-strokes. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum.
Cary reached around and grabbed Brandon's hard cock. He jerked him off while he fucked him.
"Oh God, I can feel your cum. Brother's hot cum spraying my guts. Aw shit. Fuck. Ohhhhh!"
Brandon bucked back against his brother's cock that was completely buried up his ass. He grunted and shot his wad of cum into his brother's hand that jacked him off.
Cary pushed Brandon prone on the sand and lay on top of him, with his cock entrenched in his ass-hole. He smeared Brandon's cum on his lips.
Brandon licked his cum off his brother's fingers.
Cary kissed his brother's cummy lips, with his cock still in his ass.
Brandon would like to stay this way forever, lying on the sand with his brother's cock up his ass while they kissed.
Cary's cock slithered out of Brandon's butt.
To Brandon's delight, Cary spread his bruised ass-cheeks and sucked out the load of jizz he'd shot up there.
Brandon liked to feel Cary's cum ooze inside his butt, but he also liked to feel Cary's hot tongue cleaning out his fuck-hole.
CHAPTER SIX
In August Cary and Brandon followed the horses to the Stockton Fair. The temperature climbed to nearly a hundred degrees in the San Joaquin Valley.
Cary swore and tore up mutuel tickets. "This is a track for favorites. Usually a favorite has only about a twenty percent chance of winning."
Brandon drank beer out of a paper cunt. "Why don't you bet favorites then?"
"Then a fucking longshot will win."
Brandon kept quiet. He didn't want to aggravate his brother and make him lose.
By the feature eleventh race, Cary put the last of his bankroll, one-hundred and fifty dollars, on the even-money favorite to win.
"At least Hallowed Envoy knows how to win races," Cary said.
Brandon felt the tension in the air. He watched the post parade. "Hallowed Envoy looks frisky; he's not all lathered up like some of the horses in this heat."
"And he's got his regular jockey aboard. Some of those apprentice boys couldn't steer a horse on a merry-go-round."
From flagfall to finish it was Hallowed Envoy, who galloped home an easy winner by half a dozen lengths.
"About fucking time we cashed a ticket. Shit, this breaks us even," Cary said.
They walked out of the track, which was littered with green tout sheets that had correctly picked most of the winners.
"That's misleading," Cary said. "Public handicappers usually get very few winners. There's too much inside shit happening at horse races, like when barns bet their horses. They say that horse sense is a matter of stable thinking."
"I'm glad we won," Brandon said.
"Broke even. But that's winning at a goddamn track."
"It's crazy," Brandon said. "If Hallowed Envoy hadn't won we'd be in the shithouse."
"But the horse won, that's what counts."
"Jesus, this place is hotter than hell. I'd like to go for a good swim."
"Whatever you want, kid."
"You mean it? Where?"
"There was a motel out by the airport. It had a swimming pool. We'll get a room and go for a dip."
Cary stopped at a grocery store and bought a cold pack of Miller beer. They checked into the Cloud View Inn near the airport.
"I'm glad we brought our swim suits along," Brandon said.
Brandon could feel his brother's eyes on him, looking at the skimpy red Speedo. He looked at Cary in his blue boxer style trunks.
They drank beer and waited until some kids got out of the pool.
"The little bastards are gone now," Cary said.
They raced to the pool and jumped into the water.
Brandon splashed his brother. Cary grabbed him and dunked him.
They swam around until they were tired and cooled off.
Inside the motel room they toweled off.
Brandon took off his swim suit. His cock was all shriveled up.
"You look like a little boy with your crotch shaved."
Brandon lewdly wiped his crotch.
Cary took off his trunks. His hairy body was manly and sexy.
Brandon stroked his big brother's soft cock and massaged the wrinkled ballsac.
Cary sat down on the edge of the bed. Brandon kneeled down and put his lips around the soft cock and sucked on it until it became engorged with blood.
Brandon reached between his legs and jacked on his own stiffening cock while he sucked his brother's prick.
"Suck me good, baby brother. Uh-huh. Oh yeahhhh."
Brandon rubbed the soft down on his brother's thighs. He cupped Cary's dangling balls in their sac. He kept jacking his own prick while he sucked Cary's cock.
"Ohhhh," Cary moaned. "Keep sucking my prick."
Brandon had to stop beating his meat because he didn't want to shoot off right away. He deep-throated Cary's prick and gently inserted a finger into Cary's butt hole.
"Mmmmmm. Ooooh. Keep doing that."
Brandon gripped the veiny prick shaft with his right hand. He sucked the cockhead, darting his tongue into the piss slit. All the while he kept finger-fucking his butch marine brother.
"Faster. Suck me faster," Cary moaned.
Brandon rubbed his brother's pubic bush with one hand while he continued finger-fucking him and swallowing his cock.
Cary placed his hands around his brother's wet, curly hair.
Brandon gagged but didn't stop sucking. He bobbed his head up and down on that dick that he loved.
Cary was panting now.
Brandon pulled his finger out of the hairy fuck-hole and the hot cum spurted into his mouth. He deep-throated Cary's cock and swallowed every drop of cum out of that quivering prickmeat.
Brandon lewdly sucked the shit off his finger that had been up his brother's butt.
Cary's strong arms brought his brother up on the bed and on top of him.
Just feeling his brother's hot, hairy skin made Brandon shiver. Cary kissed him on the lips and probed his tongue into Brandon's mouth.
Brandon was at the brink. He couldn't stop himself. His cock rubbed against his brother's hairy stomach, and just exploded, shooting gobs of hot teenaged cum all over his brother's hairy torso.
Brandon lifted up and looked at the sticky goo that he'd shot onto his brother's hairy torso.
He lapped up his creamy cum off his brother's chest and stomach.
Cary's cock was throbbing. He grabbed his young brother's smooth white ass.
Brandon spit on his palm and lubed his asscrack. He reached behind him and guided Cary's big cock into his fuck-hole. He sat down on the stiff prick, taking it all the way inside him, feeling the fiery cock sear his guts.
Cary put his hands on Brandon's hips. He thrust upwards, stabbing his hard cock in and out of his young brother's tight fuck-hole.
"Oh Cary, I love your cock inside me. It's so hot, so hard."
Brandon sat up straight with the big cock firmly entrenched in his ass-hole. He rolled his head from side to side and furiously bounced his ass up and down on the cock that stuffed his ass-hole.
"Oh God, you've got the tightest, the juiciest ass there ever was. Ohhhh."
Bouncing his butt up and down on his brother's big cock, looking at the glazed blue-green eyes of his brother, the ringlets of dark brown hair that crowned his face, made Brandon's cock hard as a rock.
"Oh shit. Fuck. Ummm. Here it comes-"
Just looking at the contorted expression on his brother's face, just listening to him groan pushed Brandon over the line.
Brandon's ass-hole spasmed at the same time he felt the bolts of his butch marine brother's hot cum spurt into his guts.
A thick gob of pearly cum clung to Brandon's piss slit. He scooped up the cum and smeared it across his brother's thick, sensuous lips.
Cary eagerly licked his chops, eating his young brother's fuckjuice.
Brandon lifted up and the softening cock slipped out of his butt. He scooted up on his brother's chest and sat on his brother's face.
Cary's tongue stuck into his young brother's fuck-hole. He ate out his own cum that he'd just shot up there.
Brandon scooted down on his brother's chest and bent down and kissed his lips, tasting the mixture of cum and shit in his mouth.
Brandon heard his brother grunt, then he felt the spray of warm piss shower his back. The drops of golden pee dripped down onto his buns, into his asscrack.
In a swift movement, Cary fucked his brother down onto his back, reversing positions, straddling his brother's chest. He held his cock and let go with a gusher of hot piss.
Brandon opened his mouth and eagerly swallowed as much of his brother's piss as he could.
Piss splattered all over Brandon's face and hair.
Cary lifted up and pissed all over his younger brother's hairless body, soaking it with golden fluid.
Cary straddled his brother again and shoved his prick into Brandon's mouth.
Brandon cleaned the shit, piss and cum stains off his brother's cock.
Brandon wallowed in the piss-soaked bed. He didn't care where they went or what they did, just as long as he could be his big butch marine brother's scumbag and toilet.
* * *
At home the Nelson brothers were inseparable. They tinkered with the Chevy Im-pala, washing and polishing it until the sheen was like a mirror.
They stayed high smoking dope, drinking beer and blasting the stereo in Cary's room whenever the folks were gone.
Brandon didn't even want to sleep in his own room anymore. He wanted things to be the way they had been when he and Cary were little boys and shared a bedroom with bunk beds.
Brandon remembered all the fights they had over marbles and bubblegum cards. It had all been so dumb! But none of the neighborhood bullies had picked on Brandon because they were scared of his big brother.
"What are you going to do with your life?" Brandon asked Cary one day.
"Just stay loaded and go to the track."
"You'll wind up like the oldtimer who picks up empty aluminum beer cans at the track and sells them. When you ask him if he's got a winner, he says he can't pick his nose."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. The only person who cleans up at the track is the guy who scoops up the horseshit."
"You don't have to be a loser," Brandon said.
"You sound like the old man. He gets his kicks telling me how I'm corrupting you with drinking, dope and gambling."
"He's right, you know. That's not the real world."
"Oh sure! You'd set the world on fire, but your matches are all wet. Get lost."
Brandon didn't like to quarrel with Cary because he loved him so much. But he didn't want dad to kick Cary out. Mom always took Cary's side and said that he needed time to get on his feet. Dad kept quiet.
Brandon loved to fill the bathtub with bub-blebath when he was stoned and soak for hours.
He didn't have to think about anything, just luxuriate in the sudsy water and feel good.
Cary came into the bathroom. He pulled out his prick and tinkled in the stool.
"You just want to crawl back into the womb where everything is wet and warm," Cary said.
"You live in a dream world, Cary."
"What are you doing, trying to psych yourself up to go back to school? Teachers just mess with your mind. Stay with me and you'll have fun."
"You didn't learn anything in the Marine Corps. Life's not just having fun."
"I was a good jarhead. I really dug all that physical training. They build men, so they say. After boot, all I got was guard duty at the gate to Treasure Island. That's why I liked the action at the track, something was happening."
"Why didn't they let you reenlist?"
"I went AWOL too many times and stayed stoned most of the time."
"Why was dad so mad at you?"
"How should I know? Maybe because he knows his macho marine son is a fairy."
"But you're not the Tinkerbell type."
"I don't have to choose between chiffon and leather. But I know I'm just as much a faggot as any nelly bitch or bad-ass biker," Cary said.
"I'm just as queer as you."
"You'll probably get married and eat bearded clams. When you get the urge for a man, you'll cruise public toilets."
"All I'm saying is that you don't have to be fucked-up because you're gay."
"You can be a bummer sometimes. Enjoy your life-that's what it's all about."
Cary stripped out of his clothes.
Brandon's cock got hard underneath all those bubbles in the tub. Just looking at that hard, hairy body of his butch marine brother always made him horny.
Cary got into the tub with his teenaged brother. He reached over and grabbed his young brother's stiff cock.
"Well, what have we got here? And I thought you were in here playing with a rubber duck."
"Oh Cary! You get me so horny. You're such a hot stud," Brandon laughed.
Cary straddled his young brother. He impaled his hairy butt on Brandon's towering prick.
Brandon loved it when he could fuck his big brother in the ass. He thrust his cock deep inside the hot, hairy fuck-hole.
"Ohhh, fuck me! What a hunky little brother!"
In the frothy bubblebath, Brandon rammed his cock in and out of the fiery fuck-hole, splashing water all over the bathroom floor.
Cary tweaked Brandon's nipples, which sent waves of pain and pleasure coursing through Brandon's body.
Brandon held those wet, hairy buns while his brother bounced up and down on his stiff prick.
"Oh God, it feels so good. Kid Brother's big cock pumping into my ass-hole. Keep fucking me. Ohhhh."
Brandon grabbed his brother's cock and jacked the stiff prick that was leaking pre-cum into the bubbles.
He could tell by Cary's moaning and gasping for breath that he was going to shoot his jizz. He wanted to fill his brother's ass with hot cum at the same time Cary shot his wad.
Cary bounced up and down on his brother's cock. Brandon frigged the skin up and down over the crimson cockhead faster and faster.
"Oh shit. Fucking sonofabitch! Open your mouth."
Brandon obeyed and was rewarded with gobs of creamy cum that shot into his mouth and all over his face.
When Cary's tight ass-hole spasmed around his cock, Brandon grabbed those strong, hairy thighs and blasted a giant load of fuckjuice inside Cary's ass.
Brandon licked the cum off his face. Nothing in the world was as delicious as the bitter-sweet nectar from his brother's cock.
Cary sat down on Brandon's smooth legs. He reached behind him and roughly squeezed Brandon's balls.
"Looking good, fuck-face," Cary teased. He slowly lifted himself off his young brother's cock.
Brandon smeared his brother's cum on his face and licked his fingers.
Cary got out of the tub and toweled off.
Brandon unplugged the tub and the bubbly water gurgled down the drain. He stood up in the tub and dried off with the towel his brother handed him.
Cary put his towel on the floor to soak up some of the water.
When Brandon stepped out of the tub, Cary grabbed him from behind and rubbed his fiery cock into Brandon's asscrack until his cock got hard.
Brandon kneeled down on the wet towel on the floor. He rested his head on his arms on the edge of the bathtub.
Cary kneeled down beside his teenaged brother. He kept jacking his cock against Brandon's ass.
Brandon could feel the big hairy balls tickle his ass-cheeks. "Stick it in my ass, Cary." Cary's cock leaked pre-cum into Brandon's asscrack. He stuck his cock into the fiery butt hole.
Brandon's sphincter clamped tightly around his brother's cock. He bucked back at the invading fuckmeat.
Cary fucked with piston-like action.
"Oh shit! My cock feels so good inside your hot, tight butt."
"Fuck me, Cary. Keep fucking me!" Brandon begged.
It was only a matter of a few more strokes when Brandon felt the cock become concrete-hard up his butt.
Cary quickly removed his prick from his brother's ass-hole. He jacked it and groaned.
Brandon felt the drops of hot cum spurt onto his ass-cheeks.
Cary bent down and licked his creamy cum drops off his teenaged brother's smooth buns.
Brandon had a roaring hard-on.
Cary spread his young brother's ass-cheeks and darted his tongue up the tangy ass-hole. He reached around and jacked on Brandon's cock.
"Rim me, Cary. I love it. I love your tongue up my ass."
Cary darted his tongue in and out of his young brother's puckered ass-hole. At the same time he jacked Brandon off.
"Oh fuck. Shit. Oh Jesus." Brandon's cum squirted out of his piss hole and ran down the side of the bathtub.
Cary licked the cum off his fingers. He pushed Brandon aside and licked the drops of creamy cum off the side of the bathtub.
Cary roughly shoved his young brother down on the wet towel on the floor.
"No, don't," Brandon protested.
Cary held his prick and let go with a spray of foamy piss.
"Open your mouth!"
"No, and you can't make me!" Brandon cried.
Cary pulled his brother's hair and held back his head.
Brandon wanted to be forced to do it. But he opened his mouth and drank his brother's acrid pee.
"You like that, don't you?" Cary growled. "Yes."
Cary yanked on his young brother's hair. "Yes, Sir."
Cary dragged Brandon over to the toilet bowl and pushed his head into the pool of yellow water where Cary had pissed earlier.
"Drink it, piss slave."
Brandon lapped up the cold piss water. It tasted putrid, but he didn't want to make his master mad just now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was on to the State Fair at Cal Expo in Sacramento.
Brandon and Cary stood out on the blacktop in the heat drinking beer from paper cups and watching the races.
Cary took some flier bets on the daily double and exacta races.
"They sure stiff a lot of horses to fuck the public," Brandon said, disappointed that they hadn't cashed any tickets.
"I came to bet the feature race. This mare, Forgotten Ruler, has a fitness edge. She's got a good chance to steal it."
When the feature race rolled around, Brandon watched the tote board in the infield. The favorite at 6-5 was Sticks Pleasure.
Cary plunked down two hundred dollars on Forgotten Ruler, which dropped to 2-I odds in the betting.
In the race Sticks Pleasure went out on an easy lead. Turning into the stretch, the horses bunched up.
Brandon shouted when Forgotten Ruler, the number seven horse, closed with a rush to take it all.
"Make it official, mother-fuckers," Cary said.
Forgotten Ruler was declared the winner, the race was official on the tote board.
Cary happily cashed the computerized ticket, which paid six-hundred bucks, a hefty four-hundred dollar profit.
They walked around the fair and ate junk food and drank more beer.
"What's happening?" a voice said.
"Hey, Dusty!"
Cary shook hands with a long-haired guy who was accompanied by a skinny chick. They chatted for a moment, turning their backs to Brandon and the girl.
"Who the hell was that?" Brandon asked Cary after the couple walked away.
"Rhodes, but everybody calls him Dusty. He was stationed with me at TI, a righteous dude. He turned me on to some shit."
Brandon looked at the two giant golden bears near the main entrance.
"Let's shove. Too many fucking people, too many screaming brats," Cary said.
They drove to a spot out by the American River.
Brandon opened them each a beer from the pack in the trunk. The beer was warm and foamy.
They dropped the hits of mescaline that Cary got from Dusty.
Brandon sipped beer until he felt a rush from the mescaline. Suddenly everything looked super clear, like it was wrapped in cellophane, the bushes, the river, the sky.
"How are you doing?" Cary asked.
"Okay. But you look like the Man from Glad! Everything looks like it's covered with plastic.
Cary got them another beer. He got the drab green wool blanket out of the trunk and spread it down on the dirt at the river's edge.
Brandon sipped the warm beer and tripped out on the cellophaned surroundings.
Cary pulled down his young brother's cut-off Levi's. "I've been looking at those sexy legs of yours all day."
Brandon rolled over on his stomach and propped his butt up in the air.
"Fuck me, Cary. I feel so high and I want to fly with your dick in my ass."
Brandon looked back, watching his brother drop his pants, jack the big cock until it was hard and rub it into his asscrack. He could feel the slimy pre-cum lube his fuck-hole.
There was no entry pain, just the snug feeling of having his butt stuffed with his brother's big prick.
"Oh shit, you can fuck me forever this way. It feels so goddamn good!" Brandon sighed.
Brandon moved his butt around and bucked back at his brother's pubic bush, feeling the hairs tickle his ass. He listened to Cary groan as his cock pumped into him. He felt Cary's big hairy balls slap against his ass-cheeks.
"Oh yeah," Brandon moaned. "Ummmm. Hot marine brother's big prick stabbing into my guts. I feel so high, so good! All I want is your jizz in my ass."
Cary pumped his prick faster and faster into his young brother's shitter.
"Oh God. Shit, I can feel your cum shooting inside me. It feels like your body is melting into me. Ohhhh."
Cary's cock softened and slid out of his young brother's ass-hole.
Brandon turned around. The sky, the bushes were still covered in cellophane.
Cary rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs.
Brandon crawled between the hairy, beefy thighs. He spread those furry buns and licked into the asscrack. He sucked on the puckered hole, tasting traces of his brother's shit.
His cock raged. With his plastic-coated vision it looked like his cock was covered with a condom. Cary looked like one of those inflatable latex dolls.
Brandon's cock leaked clear pre-cum. He rubbed his prick into the hairy asscrack, located the puckered hole and pushed inside.
"Fuck me, Baby Brother! I feel so fucking high. I want to get fucked with your big cock."
Brandon took deep, penetrating strokes, which made Cary moan. He increased his fucking rhythm, taking shorter fuck-strokes.
"Ummm. Harder. Fuck me harder!" Cary gasped.
Brandon buried his cock all the way inside the fiery fuck-hole. He drew back and rammed the ass-hole like a pile driver until he felt the cum churning in his balls.
"Do it, Brandon. Shoot your cum up my ass!"
Brandon plunged inside to the hilt. He felt Cary's ass muscles grip his cock.
"Oh fuck! Shit! Oh Jesus, here it comes. Take it, Cary. Take my cum!" Brandon exclaimed.
Brandon felt like his head flew off when he dumped buckets of scalding cum into his brother's guts.
Brandon lay down on his brother's back. He felt his brother's sphincter squeeze all the cum it could out of his nuts. His prick loudly slurped out of his brother's shitter.
Cary turned around and went down on the shitand cum-covered cock that had been up his butt. He licked all the goo off the cockhead.
Brandon snaked into a sixty-nine position. He could taste the tangy shit and salty cum on the cock that had been up his butt hole.
Cary sucked hungrily on his young brother's cock. Brandon did the same, sucking Cary's prick.
Cary squeezed his brother's balls while he deep-throated his brother's prick. Brandon did the same thing to Cary.
Brandon's balls ached and he knew he was ready to shoot again. He took his mouth off
Cary's cock and jacked it.
"Oooh, shit. I'm coming. Oooh, swallow my cum."
Brandon's prick exploded, flooding his brother's mouth with fuckjuice.
A moment later Cary let out a scream and the jizz oozed out of his piss slit and dripped down Brandon's fingers.
Brandon stuck his Angers in his mouth and licked off the gobs of creamy jism.
In a quick movement, Cary was on top of his young brother, pinning him down.
Brandon smelled a stinky fart. He heard Cary grunt and he felt the steamy turd drop on his chest.
"Oh wow! Don'd do it. That freaks me out."
Cary picked up the turd and shoved the shit into his young brother's mouth.
Brandon was loaded and felt like he was going to puke. But he swallowed the shit because it was his brother's shit.
"Good boy. Good scat slave," Cary said as he patted his brother's head.
Brandon wanted to barf because the shit smell was so putrid.
At the river's edge he kneeled down and splashed water all over his face, washing away Cary's shit. He bobbed his head in the water and washed the shit out of his mouth.
Cary handed his young brother another warm beer.
Brandon guzzled the frothy beer and got rid of the shit taste.
He looked up at the sky that was darkening. Its plastic cover was melting away and the plastic dripped off into the bushes. Cary no longer looked like the Man from Glad, but like the big hairy, hunky brute marine that he was.
At the freeway ramp they stopped for a teenaged hitchhiker.
"Can you give me a lift to Davis?" the tall redhead asked.
"Yeah, if you don't mind riding with a couple of queers," Cary said.
The redhead climbed into the car beside Brandon.
"Name's Ross."
"I'm Cary and he's Brandon."
Brandon felt Ross' denim-clad leg press against his bare leg.
"What do you do in Davis?" Cary asked.
"I'm an agriculture student at Cal," Ross said. "Want to smoke a joint?"
"Sure," Cary said.
Ross lit up the joint and they passed it back and forth, toking it.
"You could get raped hitchhiking," Cary said.
"I'll take my chances," Ross said.
"I picked you up because I thought you had a nice ass."
"Thanks, man."
"Are you into butt-fucking?"
"I've been that route before."
Brandon had never heard his brother come on so strong before. He figured Cary was just loaded.
The sun was setting when they reached Davis.
"This is the turnoff," Ross said. "I appreciate the ride."
"This is good grass," Brandon said.
Ross gave Brandon a joint to smoke later.
"If you're in no big rush, I'd like to throw a fuck into that cute ass of yours," Cary said.
"Pull over," Ross said.
"He was just teasing," Brandon said.
"I wasn't," Ross said. "I'd like you to fuck me."
Cary pulled off into a deserted country road.
Brandon couldn't believe this was happening. And he was jealous that Cary was going to fuck Ross.
Ross climbed into the back seat of the Chevy and dropped his jeans.
Brandon watched his brother mount the college stud. He had to admit that Ross had a sexy ass. His cock got stiff when he watched Cary pull out his prick and shove it into the hot, hungry ass-hole.
Brandon's cock snaked out of his Levi cutoffs. He jerked his prick while he watched Cary slam his cock into the redhead's butt.
Brandon leaned over the seat. He rubbed his brother's hairy ass while it undulated over the smooth buns of the college stud. He squeezed his brother's balls.
"Do it, man. Shoot your wad up my ass."
Cary increased his fucking rhythm.
Brandon went back to jacking off while he watched his brother's big cock fuck into the redhead's ass with piston-like action.
"Oh Jesus, I can feel it coming! Oh Christ! Ooooh. Hot cum shooting into my ass."
Brandon jacked his cock faster and faster when he heard his brother grunt. But he didn't shoot off because he was jealous that the redhead got Cary's cum up his ass.
"Hey, Brandon. Want a piece of this whore's ass?"
"Naw," the younger boy said. "Oh yeah," Ross said. "C'mon and fuck me."
Brandon thought of the hot ass-hole full of his brother's cum. It made him horny so he mounted Ross ass and roughly rammed his prick in.
Ross gyrated his hips. "Oh wow, you've got a big cock."
Brandon pumped his prick faster and faster into the cum-filled butt hole.
"Oooh, shit! More! More! Keep fucking me," Ross moaned.
Brandon kept thinking of Cary's cum inside this fiery ass-hole. He rammed his prick harder and faster into the ass-hole until it exploded.
"Oh God, I can feel it shooting. Hot cum blasting into my guts!" Ross squealed.
Brandon groaned while he emptied his nuts into this college stud's ass-hole.
Ross rolled over onto his back. His rosy cockhead poked through its sheath.
"Let me take another shot at this slut's ass," Cary said.
Brandon moved over.
Cary lifted Ross' legs into the air and put his prick back up his ass-hole.
Ross moaned and furiously beat his meat while his ass was stuffed with Cary's cock.
Brandon's prick stayed hard. He jacked his cock while he watched Ross jack-off and take Cary's cock plunging into his cummy ass-hole.
"Ohhhhh, God. Christ. Jesus! Holy shit, I'm coming-"
Gobs of creamy cum spurted out of the redhead's piss hole.
Cary pulled his prick out of the spasming ass-hole and he shot drops of cum onto Ross' stomach.
Brandon's cock exploded when he saw his brother shoot his wad. He blasted a load of cum onto Ross' stomach.
Cary started to lick the three flavors of cum off Ross' torso. Brandon joined him, lapping up the sweet and salty mixtures of fuckjuice.
Cary straddled Ross' chest and shoved his shitand cum-stained prick between the redhead's lips.
Ross opened his mouth and licked Cary's cockhead.
Brandon poked his prick against Ross' cheek, smearing the traces of shit on Ross' face.
Ross grabbed both of the brothers' pricks and sucked on them at the same time.
While Ross deep-throated Brandon's prick, Cary held his cock and let go with a few drops of pee. Then he let a geyser of piss spray all over Ross' face.
Ross let go of Brandon's cock. "Oh no! Don't do that. Don't piss on me."
"Drink my piss, you scumbag farmer!" Cary bellowed.
"No, I can't."
"Stop it, Cary," Brandon said, sympathetic to the protesting redhead.
"He wants to swallow my piss, don't you, college man?"
"No, I can't. I've never done that. Don't make me. Please!" Ross begged.
Cary pissed all over the redhead's face.
Ross opened his mouth and drank Cary's piss.
Seeing this, Brandon joined in. He too sprayed piss into Ross' mouth.
Ross gagged but kept swallowing their golden fluid.
"I know a toilet when I see one," Cary said.
"Oh wow, I can't believe I drank piss! I loved it. You've got to be the sexiest dudes I've ever met," Ross exclaimed.
"It runs in the family," Cary said.
"Oh Jesus, you two are brothers? Yeah, you look so much alike. I'd love to get it on with my older brother, but he's a priest. That's always been my jack-off fantasy, to get my priest brother to fuck me in the ass."
Brandon lit up the joint and they passed it around while they rearranged their clothes.
They dropped Ross off near the Cal-Davis campus.
Ross insisted on writing down his address and phone number, which he gave on a matchbook to Cary.
Driving along the I-80 freeway heading home, Cary tossed the matchbook out the window.
"Why did yu do that?" Brandon asked.
"He was just a trick, but I don't like the same trick a second time. Besides, I've got a hot-ass little brother who's the best fuck in the world."
Cary rubbed his young brother's bare leg while they tooled along the freeway.
Brandon didn't want to share his brother with anybody. He'd give Cary all the ass he could handle at home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brandon went back to school at Pleasant Valley High.
Cary started going to the fall meeting at Bay Meadows racetrack.
"I need a bankroll to score really big," Cary said. "It takes money to make money, you know."
"What are you driving at?" Brandon toked the joint and handed it back to his brother. "I was thinking about making you my partner. You invest some capital and I'll provide the knowhow."
The grass made Brandon feel giddy. "You mean, the horseshit!" he laughed.
"C'mon, Brandon. You know how lucky I am at the track." Cary took a hit off the joint and passed it back to his young brother.
"I've got just a few bucks. I've borrowed up on my allowance for school clothes."
"I don't mean chicken feed. I mean, like a grand."
"You mean from the money Gramps left me for college? What happened to your money?"
"I blew it already. If I had the money, I wouldn't be asking you."
"No way, man. That's money for my future. Gramps worked his whole life in that dinky grocery store that was like a prison cell and he wanted us to get an education."
"I'll make us both some big bucks. All I need is a decent bankroll. You saw how lucky I was this summer."
Brandon sucked the marijuana smoke deep into his lungs and coughed. "No can do. Besides, I don't have the passbook."
"But I do." Cary waved the savings account book in the air.
"Where did you get that?"
"Out of the trunk in the old man's closet."
"Oh wow! He'd kick your ass if he knew you got into his personal stuff."
"All I need is your signature. Do me this favor. I'll make it worth your while. Your pockets will be full of money. Trust me."
"Jesus, I don't know," Brandon said slowly.
"I'm your brother. I wouldn't burn you."
"But the track's all high risk. I can't do it. Besides, they might not let me have any money out of the account."
"They have to. It's in your name as well as dad's, a joint account. I got my money out without the old man's John Hancock."
"That's why he's so pissed at you, huh? Because you blew all that money."
"It was my money."
"I plan to go to San Jose State. I'll need every cent of that money for tuition and books."
"That's two years from now. I'll have a job and I'll help you so you can't lose. We're brothers, we got to stick together."
Brandon held the clip and sucked on the roach until the embers burned his Up.
* * *
At the bank Brandon was surprised at how easy it was to withdraw the money. A bank officer had to approve the large withdrawal, and he asked Brandon why he needed the money.
"He's buying my car," Cary said. "I'm his brother. I'm a student at San Jose State, so I need the cash."
"I see," the bank officer said and initialed the withdrawal slip.
Outside the bank Brandon still felt high from smoking the grass.
"A piece of cake, getting the money, like I said," Cary laughed.
"You're such a liar, all that bullshit about the car and you being a college student."
"He bought it! Just be glad it wasn't the old fart I had to go through to get my money. He asked a thousand questions and insisted I take a check."
Cary was off to the racetrack with all that money.
* * *
Brandon couldn't concentrate on his school work because he was worried that his father would find out about the missing money. He also worried that Cary would lose all his money betting the ponies.
In a week Cary went broke at the track.
"How did you lose the money so fast?" Brandon asked. no
"Goddamn favorites! I don't bet odds-on horses. But the track's lightning fast, the speed's holding up."
"I'm sorry," Brandon said. "The track sucks."
Cary opened them both a beer while their folks were out shopping.
"You've just got to write it off and get a job. It was only a matter of time," Brandon said.
Cary guzzled the beer.
Brandon thought his big macho marine brother looked like a lost boy. He was so sad and gloomy.
Brandon groped Cary, but he moved away. Brandon missed not fucking with his hunky marine brother, but Cary wasn't in the mood. The folks thought Cary was down in the dumps because he was supposedly out looking for a job and had had no luck finding one. Mom continued to fix all of Cary's favorite foods to try to cheer him up.
"All I need is a chance to get out. You've got to help me. I just need five-hundred more."
"I can't do that. I just can't," Brandon said.
"I'll get your money back, just trust me."
Brandon cut school the next day and went to the bank.
Cary told the bank officer they needed the money for mechanical repairs to make the car safe. The bank officer asked suspicious.
"That bank prick probably thinks I'm buying dope," Brandon said.
"It's none of his goddamn business what you do with your money. If it was my account, I'd tell him to fuck off."
Brandon went to his afternoon classes while Cary was off to the track.
That night the folks went to their lodge meeting.
"How did you do at the track?" Brandon asked, although he didn't really have to ask. He could tell by the scowl on his brother's face.
"I bet favorites. I had the money pushed up to seven hundred. Then I dumped on Expressman who shipped in from Del Mar for the stakes race. Expressman was bet down to 6-5. He's had nine races, four straight wins and second in all his other races. Talk about a lock on the race."
"You dropped seven bills on one race?"
"Un-huh. Martini Power burned Expressman up on the pace. Enemy Number One, the goddamned stablemate to Roving Boy, the early
Kentucky Derby favorite, caught them both at the wire."
"Aw, shit! What are you going to do now?"
"If I felt better, I'd kill myself."
"It's only money. Forget it. You were on borrowed time at the track."
"Just let me have five hundred more. I'll get out, you'll see."
"Man, I can't do that. You're just throwing good money after bad. Quit, you'll be better off."
"I don't want to quit a loser," Cary exclaimed.
"You're not a loser, Cary. You're the hottest stud alive!
Brandon kneeled down, unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and took out his big prick.
"Aw, yeah. Ummm, that feels good, Baby Brother," Cary sighed.
Brandon had been hungry for the taste of his brother's cock for so long. He jacked on the veiny shaft and licked the piss slit that was leaking pre-cum.
"You'll let me have the other five bills I need, right?"
Brandon couldn't think straight while he was worshiping his brother's big stiff cock. He was afraid that if he didn't agree, Cary would deny him his prick.
"Say it, Brandon."
"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever you say."
Cary rubbed his young brother's head while he pumped his prick in and out of Brandon's mouth.
Brandon was delirious while sucking on that big cock that swung between his brother's legs. He'd have agreed to kill at a time like this.
Brandon massaged the big dangling balls in their hairy sac.
"Put it back in your mouth, baby."
Brandon obeyed and deep-throated the cock. His own prick raged in his Jockey shorts while he mouth-fucked his gorgeous brother.
Brandon felt the steely hard cock explode in his mouth. He saw stars while bolts of hot creamy cum spurted into his mouth. He swallowed every drop of his brother's delicious, salty fuck juice.
A drop of pearly cum clung to the piss slit of the spent cock. Brandon caught the drop of cum with the tip of his tongue.
Cary pulled his young brother's hair and shoved him down on the floor.
"Don't be so rough," Brandon complained, although he was secretly glad when his brother acted rough.
Cary pulled up Brandon's tee shirt and took the crew neck over his head. The tee shirt was still wrapped over his arms and behind his head.
Cary sucked on his teenaged brother's nipples until they were hard. He trailed a path of saliva down the smooth chest to the bellybutton.
Brandon was so horny with the taste of his brother's cum in his mouth and with the feel of the fiery tongue licking his bellybutton.
Cary stripped off his brother's Levi's and sneakers. He looked at the wet drop of pre-cum that became bigger on the teenager's Jockey shorts.
"Oh God, I'm so fucking hot!"
Brandon gritted his teeth and thought about the history lesson he should be reading now, just so he wouldn't shoot off right away.
Cary bit the elastic band of the shorts and pulled down the briefs.
Brandon noted that the hair was slowly growing back on his crotch, so he wouldn't be embarrassed to shower after gym class.
Cary's fingers pulled the shorts off his young brother's smooth legs.
Brandon had the tee shirt wrapped behind his neck and over his biceps. He still had the calf-length white socks on.
Cary stripped naked while Brandon watched.
Cary raised Brandon's legs in the air. With his tongue, he licked into the smooth asscrack.
"Ooooh, shit. That gets me so hot. Rim me, Cary. Eat my ass. Ohhhh."
Cary's tongue darted into his teenaged brother's shitter, lubing it with spit.
"Fuck me, Cary. Shove your big prick up my ass."
Cary held the bulbous cockhead of his stiff cock at the entrance to his young brother's fuck-hole. Then he pushed the cockhead inside.
Brandon felt on fire with the spongy cockhead of his brother's dick plugged into his butt hole.
Brandon's cock quivered. He grabbed his cock and beat it.
Cary watched while his young brother jacked off. He rubbed his brother's wrinkled ballsac.
"Oh shit. Here it comes-"
Brandon beat his meat faster and faster. He shoved his ass onto the shaft of his brother's fuckmeat, taking the hard cock deep inside his butt, feeling the tickle of the wiry pubic bush.
Cary slowly pumped his prick into the hot, tight ass-hole.
Gobs of hot creamy cum flew out of the teenager's piss slit while he groaned and screwed his face into a grin.
Cary gently pulled his prick out of the spasming ass-hole. He scooped up the pool of cum off his young brother's torso. With his cummy hand, he jerked his prick. He climbed up onto his brother's smooth chest.
Brandon was hypnotized by watching his brother beat his meat in his face. He rubbed his brother's hairy ass-cheeks and thighs.
"Open your mouth, baby."
Cary leaned back and furiously fisted his cock.
Brandon lifted his head and opened his mouth wide.
"Take my cum in your mouth."
Drops of hot cum spurted all over Brandon's face. He licked his lips and ate as much of the delicious fuckjuice as he could. He smeared the rest of it over his face.
Cary held his softening cock.
Brandon was still in a trance just looking at the big prick covered with his cum and with the taste of Cary's cum in his mouth.
Cary grunted. Drops of golden pee dripped onto Brandon's torso. A spray of foamy piss splattered all over the teenaged boy's face.
Brandon opened his mouth and drank as much of his brother's acrid pee as he could swallow.
Cary stood up and pissed all over his young brother's tits, cock and balls. Brandon went to the bank and withdrew another five-hundred dollars. He told the nosy bank officer that the car repairs ran more than expected. The bank officer gave him a glowering look, but okayed the withdrawal.
That night when Brandon got home from school and Cary got home from the track, their father was livid.
"Mr. Jewett called me from the Pleasant Valley Bank and told me about the large cash withdrawals from Brandon's account. I think I know what's going on."
"Ain't no big thing. He loaned me some money to fix my car," Cary said.
"Brandon, what happened?"
Brandon could tell by his father's icy stare that all hell was about to break lose. He looked at Cary, whose eyes pleaded for him to confirm the explanation.
"Brandon, I'm waiting for an answer."
"That's right, I loaned the money to Cary."
"I'll pay him back," Cary said.
"You gambled away the money for your brother's education!" Wade Nelson said. "You're no good. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You blew your inheritance, but you had no right to take Brandon's money."
"I gave it to him, Dad," Brandon said, feeling sorry for Cary.
"Don't defend him! I wrote him off when the
Marines did."
"You never cared about me. It was always Brandon this and Brandon that. Brandon's good grades. Brandon's going to be somebody. Never once did you encourage me with anything," Cary yelled.
"You're supposed to be a man. You've been in the Marines. But you act like the whiny, spoiled brat, mama's boy that you always were."
"You're being kind of rough on Cary," Brandon said.
"Shut up! When you're older, you'll thank me for showing you what a rat your brother really is."
"And what the fuck are you?" Cary said. "Trying to live your life through him, being Joe College someday."
"You have no respect for anyone. Not me. Not Brandon. Sharon always protected you," their dad bellowed.
Brandon felt really sorry for Cary. If mom wasn't at the neighbor's, dad wouldn't get away with being so mean to Cary.
"I tried to teach you, but you always ran to your mother."
"You can't teach me shit! What the fuck are you anyway? Just some railroad worker. If it wasn't for the goddamn union, you'd be replaced by a computer."
Wade slapped his oldest son across the face.
"Fuck you, old man!" Cary spat.
"I put food on the table and clothes on your back. You're not going to talk to me that way, you goddamn racetrack ass!"
Brandon tried to stop Cary. But Cary punched his father so hard the older man went down.
Wade Nelson stayed down, wiping the blood off his mouth.
Brandon couldn't believe that Cary would actually hit their father.
"Get out of my house!" Wade shouted. "Get out and don't ever come back. You're no longer my son!"
Brandon could tell that they both regretted this moment and what they said and did to each other. But both Cary and their father were stubborn and neither would give an inch.
Cary went to his room and stuffed his clothes into his suitcase.
Brandon told his father, "Cary didn't mean it."
"Let him go. It's better for everyone."
Brandon ran to Cary. "Tell dad you didn't mean it!" he begged.
"I meant it. It's over. So long, Little Brother."
Brandon watched Cary leave the house without another word. He heard the Chevy Impala roar off into the night.
* * *
That night Brandon lay on his bed and cried into the pillow. He loved his father and he loved his big brother. A part of him wanted to beat Cary senseless for hitting their dad. But another part of him wanted to run away with Cary.
He. was stirred from his thoughts when he heard his mother and father quarreling. Just as he expected, his mother was upset that dad had thrown Cary out of the house.
Brandon undressed and went to sleep wearing just his Jockey shorts under the sheet.
He dreamed of Cary. In the dream, Cary blamed Brandon for telling on him about the money and his going to the track. Brandon tried to explain that the bank officer had been the informer.
"Lying little bastard!" Cary said. "I ought to beat you to death."
"Honest, Cary. I'd never tell. I love you! You can have all the money!"
Cary was wearing his Marine uniform. He looked so manly, such a hot stud.
"Don't hurt me!" Brandon begged him.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You betrayed me, and now you'll have to pay!"
Brandon tried to run out of the room, but he was no match for Cary.
Cary took off Brandon's tee shirt. He pulled off Brandon's Levi's and shorts.
Brandon's cock throbbed. He didn't care what Cary did to him.
Cary manacled Brandon's hands to the chains that dangled from the ceiling beam. Brandon was hoisted up until his feet didn't touch the floor.
Cary was still in uniform, but he was wearing a grotesque black leather executioner's mask. He wielded a leather whip.
Brandon shuddered as the whip tore into his skin again and again. His prick was hard and leaking pre-cum.
Cary flogged him until he thought he'd lost consciousness. Cary lowered the chains and Brandon's feet touched the floor. All his muscles ached and his skin was on fire from the sting of the whip.
Cary opened a jar of poppers and gave them both a whiff.
The pain subsided and Brandon felt incredibly high.
Brandon got down on all fours, although his hands were still manacled to the rattling chains. He looked up between his legs at his tormentor.
"Fuck me, Cary. Fuck me in the ass."
Cary pulled out his prick. He jacked it until it was hard. He pushed the cockhead inside the teenager's butt hole.
Brandon didn't know what to expect. Cary removed his prick. He took off his uniform jacket and rolled up the shirt sleeve on his right arm.
Cary took the lid off the Crisco can. He smeared gobs of the white goo up Brandon's piss-filled butt. He greased his arm up to the elbow.
Cary massaged Brandon's asspucker. He slipped one, two, three, four fingers up the teenager's butt. He folded his thumb against his palm and pushed his fist inside Brandon.
Brandon was surprised at how elastic his ass muscles were and surprised that he could take his brother's fist up the ass.
Cary gently twisted his fist-and pumped into the teenager's piss-filled ass.
Brandon's butt felt like it was on fire.
Cary fist-fucked his hunky little brother. His fist churned inside his brother's butt.
"Ohhhh, God. My ass is on fire. My cock is on fire. Oh shit, I'm going to come. Shoot my load with my brother's fist up my ass. "Ohhhhh!"
Gobs of creamy fuckjuice flew out of Brandon's piss slit.
Cary roughly pulled his fist out of Brandon's butt.
Brandon lost control of his ass muscles. The piss drained out of his ass-hole-only it wasn't piss. It was blood. His insides were cut and he was bleeding to death!
"Oh Cary, help me. Don't let me die. Cary!"
Brandon bolted upright in bed. His Jockey shorts were all gooey with cum. He checked his ass-hole and it wasn't bleeding. He lay on his stomach and spread his legs. He wanted to dream of Cary some more and have Cary fuck him in the ass with his big prick this time.
CHAPTER NINE
Brandon was doing his homework when the phone rang.
"Hello, Cary. Where are you?"
"Just cruising the area. Is the coast clear?"
"Yeah, the folks are at some lodge shindig."
"How would you like to go for a spin?"
"I'm studying for a history test."
"History is just a pack of lies."
"Yeah, well-" Brandon thought of his brother and felt mad and horny at the same time.
"I'll pick you up in five minutes."
"Uh, okay. But I can't stay out long."
It seemed like Brandon had just dropped the receiver in its cradle when he heard the toot of the Chevy's horn.
Cary looked kind of seedy. His clothes were rumpled and there was stubble on his face.
Brandon thought the rough condition of his brother made him look real sexy.
Cary turned onto the Bayshore freeway.
"Where are you going?"
"To San Jose. I've got a room there."
"The way you look, I thought maybe you were living in your car."
"Naw, I've been to the track. They don't care what you look like just as long as your money's green."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm getting by."
"You ought to hang that up and get your shit together."
Cary reached under the seat and brought out a half pint of Christian Brothers brandy. He took a gulp and handed the bottle to Brandon.
"No, thanks."
"What's the matter? Too good to drink with your brother."
"Not that, just not in the car. Hey. would you slow down, so the cops don't stop us?" Brandon said.
"You sound like the old man. Don't do this. Don't do that."
"He's not all wrong about things."
"Holier than thou, that's his trip. He's always been on my case. Man, when I got out of the Marine Corps, I decided no one's going to tell me what to do, especially not him."
"He just doesn't want you to mess up."
"It's a little late for that. At least mom's cool."
"They really got into it after he threw you out."
"Ain't no big deal. I was planning to leave anyway."
Cary took another gulp of the brandy. He handed the bottle to his young brother.
Brandon took a swig of the brandy and felt warm inside.
"You're still mad at me about the money I borrowed."
"It's not just the money. I care what happens to you."
"Yeah, I can see that furrowed look on your brow. Well, I'll pay you back."
Cary took the North First Street exit off the freeway and drove into downtown San Jose.
He parked the car, tucked the brandy bottle in his waistband and pulled his shirt over it.
They went into the old St. James Hotel and up the creaky stairs to Cary's room at the end of the hallway on the second floor.
Inside his small room, Cary took out the brandy bottle. He took a snort and passed the bottle to his young brother.
Brandon looked at the lumpy bed, the dresser top covered with flowery contact paper, the sink with a cockroach crawling around the bowl. He took a slug of the brandy.
"It ain't much, just a place to crash."
Brandon noted the stack of newspapers and racing forms on the dresser. He could see Cary as an old man, like one of those oldtimers sitting in the lobby of this fleabag hotel.
"Isn't this area dangerous? Hookers on the street outside. Winos in the lobby."
"It's also a shooting gallery, lots of smack freaks nodding out in their rooms."
Brandon heard someone retch in the sink in the adjoining room.
"Bad dope or bad booze," Cary said.
"Aren't you scared to live here?"
"Nope. I've got a gun, a souvenir from Uncle Sam."
"You don't have to settle for living like this."
"I won't be living here long."
"Then you are going to get a job and get your shit together?"
"No. They're going to tear down this old building and make a parking lot."
Cary lay down on the ragged yellow bedspread and held out his arms.
Brandon lay down beside his brother and snuggled up to him. He kissed his brother and felt the sandpaper stubble on his face.
The window was open facing the alley where drunks were talking loud. A cool breeze rustled the tattered burgundy curtain.
Brandon unbuttoned Cary's shirt. He nestled his face in the matted chest. He smelled the musky armpits. He sucked on the flat nipples.
"Ummmm, that feels good. You know how to get me hot."
Brandon undid his brother's Levi's and took out the stiffening cock. He carssed the shaft and swabbed his tongue over the spongy cockhead. "Oh yeah, keep doing that. Lick my prick." Brandon held the cockhead and flicked his tongue across the veiny cockshaft.
"Get undressed, baby," Cary said. "Let me look at you."
Brandon stripped naked. Cary wriggled out of his clothes.
They lay on their sides and hugged and kissed each other.
Brandon was really turned on by the brush of Cary's beard on his cheek and neck.
Brandon snaked into a sixty-nine position. He fastened his lips around the stiff cock of the brother he worshiped. He felt his brother's wet, hot mouth on his prick.
Cary stuck his finger up his young brother's shitter while he sucked his cock.
Brandon deep-throated Cary's cock and tugged on his hairy ballsac, which was moist with seat and spit dripping down on it.
Cary licked down his teenaged brother's perineum and darted his tongue into the hairless asscrack.
Brandon took his mouth off the big cock and moaned. He jacked Cary's prick while Cary tongue-fucked him.
"Eat out my ass-hole. Ooooh, that gets me so fucking hot."
Cary stabbed his tongue in and out of his teenaged brother's shithole.
"Oh, Cary. Stick your prick up my ass and fuck me. Ohhhh."
Brandon thought he'd jump through the ceiling with his brother tonguing his ass-hole and with the feel of that stubble against his mouth ass-cheeks.
Cary rolled his young brother over onto his stomach. He mounted the white ass-cheeks which contrasted with the tanned torso and legs. He pushed his prick into the fiery fuck-hole.
"Oh yeah, that's what I dig. Brother's big cock ramming up my ass-hole. Harder, Cary. Fuck me harder!"
Cary slammed his prick in and out of the pliant, spit-laved ass-hole.
Brandon rolled over onto his left side, with the cock still stuffed up his ass-hole. He grabbed his stiff prick and beat it.
Cary gripped the tender buns and roughly slammed his cock in and out of the tight fuck-hole.
"Faster, Cary. Fuck me faster!" Brandon furiously fisted his prick while his brother rammed in and out of his ass-hole.
"Oh Jesus, your ass is so hot. Fuck, it's so tight."
"Do it, man. Shoot yuor jizz inside me."
Brandon felt the steely hard cock ram inside , to the hilt and gush gobs and gobs of hot cum into his guts.
With his ass full of his brother's jism, Brandon screamed. Ropes of creamy cum flew out of his piss slit. His ass-hole spasmed around his I brother's cock.
Cary moaned softly and his prick slurped out of his brother's shitter.
Brandon turned around and went down on his brother's gooey, shit-stained prick. He ate the slimy cum and shit off the spent prick.
Brandon took his mouth off his brother's cock.
"Piss in my mouth."
"Huh?"
"Let me drink your piss, Cary." Cary grunted a couple times. With his cock still hard, he managed to pee.
Brandon eagerly swallowed the orange drink from his brother's cock. "You're becoming a real piss slave." Brandon gulped. "It's only your piss I crave."
Brandon lay on his back on the yellow bedspread that was sticky with the cum he'd shot onto it while being fucked.
Cary straddled his young brother's chest.
"Shit on me, Cary. I want to taste your shit too."
Cary hunched over his young brother's mouth. He grunted but only farted.
Brandon sniffed the smelly fart, anxious to taste some of his brother's shit.
Cary strained and a small steamy turd passed out of his ass and was swallowed by his teenaged brother.
Brandon ate the shit and licked his chops.
"Kiss me, man."
"Fuck off, fool. You're the family toilet, not me. I always wondered why flies hung around you."
"They do not. I wouldn't want anybody's piss or shit but yours."
"You'll always be my slave, Brandon."
"Yes, Cary. Always. I'll do whatever you want me to."
"I might just put a dog collar on you and take you for a walk up the alley and make you suck dirty winos' cocks and eat their puke."
"You wouldn't do that to me."
"Yeah, you're lucky I'm the jealous type. I want a personal toilet."
Cary took the brandy bottle off the dresser and took a snort.
"I miss you at home. I wish you'd come back and tell Dad you're sorry-"
"There'll be snow in hell first!" Cary grunted.
"You're both so stubborn. And you're both wrong about each other."
Cary handed his young brother the brandy bottle.
"Wash the shitty taste out of your mouth." Brandon took a long drink of the brandy which made him glow inside. "I'm going to sell the car."
"Why?"
"To get a bankroll. I'm tapped."
"You should quit the track. It's no good."
"You just drank my piss and ate my shit, and you're going to tell me what to do?"
"No, I just don't like to see you destroy yourself."
"Be here Saturday morning, and I'll take you with me."
"I don't want to go."
"The master has spoken."
"Yes, Sir."
* * *
On Saturday morning Brandon knocked on the door of Cary's room at the St. James. "Yeah, who is it."
"Brandon."
Cary opened the door. His eyes were all bloodshot.
"How are you?" Brandon asked, shocked by his brother's appearance.
"I feel like shit. Don't be so goddamn cheerful."
Cary opened a warm beer from the six-pack on the dreser. Foam spurted over the top of the can. He guzzled it down.
"Want a beer?"
"Not now."
Brandon didn't like the taste of warm suds.
His brother looked like he'd been on a binge. When he looked rough and unshaven, Cary looked sexy as hell.
"What time is it?" Cary asked.
"Around ten. Where's your watch?"
"I hocked it."
"Jesus!"
Cary took another gulp of warm beer. "Did you really sell your car?" Brandon asked. "Yup."
"Aw, Christ."
"You sound like a religious fanatic, the way you talk, Brandon."
"How much did you get."
"Three bills."
"Oh wow! The car's worth twice that with all the work you did on it."
"Not to a dealer. Besides, I've got a bankroll now."
Brandon suddenly felt depressed. He didn't want to be a part of Cary dumping his money at the track. Yet he knew he'd go along with whatever Cary wanted to do.
"I'll be ready to go in a minute."
Brandon's cock stirred when he looked at the muscular, hairy body of his stud brother. Cary was wearing only Jockey shorts. He bent over the sink, splashing water onto his face.
They took the bus to the racetrack.
Brandon listened to the excited talk of the other people on the bus, all talk about horses. He wondered how people who knew so much about horses still couldn't pick winners.
"Did I ever tell you about Sgt. Jackson in the Marine Corps?"
"No."
"I went to the track with him one time. He walked in with two hundred and scored six grand on a three-horse parlay."
"Where is he now?"
"He went back to San Diego. What's funny is that his old lady told him it was the horses or her, so he left her."
"Figures. Just because you get lucky and score big ain't no good. You just hold money when you gamble."
"My brother the philosopher. You'd rather hold your cock," Cary teased.
"No, yours," Brandon replied with a grin.
They both laughed.
"We'll cry when we leave the track," Brandon said.
Sitting in the front row in the north grandstand at Bay Meadows, they drank beer out of paper cups.
Brandon felt excited about the races. He knew this wasn't the real world yet he was captured by the sleek thoroughbreds, the silks of the jockeys, the post parade, the races themselves.
They drank beer and Cary made some small bets.
In the sixth race, Cary put a hundred bucks on Diplomatic Moment, who was an easy maiden winner.
Diplomatic Moment never reached contention.
"High weight. The goddamn horse finished last. Weight can stop a freight train."
Brandon searched the sky for that silver airplane he'd seen in the landing pattern to the airport on the other side of the freeway, but the silver bird had disappeared.
"I can get out in the last race," Cary said. "I saw this horse close with a rush at boxcar odds, really unlucky to lose."
Brandon didn't want to hear anymore jack-off fantasies about horses. He wanted to run from the track. It was so self-destructive what his handsome brother was doing to himself, playing the horses. Maybe when Cary lost everything, he'd quit gambling and get his act together.
Another silver airplane appeared in the sky, banking into the landing pattern.
"They're off and running-" the track announcer's gravelly voice said over the speaker system.
Cary watched Unagloshi, the odds-on favorite, go out on a two-length lead in the mile and one-sixteenth race. Quick to Alaska, who was Cary's big bet, closed on the front runner and grabbed the lead. Deep in the stretch, Ring-day flew down the lane but was unable to catch Quick to Alaska.
"Who told you?" Cary said excitedly.
"Jesus, I don't believe it. It was so close!" Brandon gasped.
Quick to Alaska was declared the official winner at four-to-one odds. Cary cashed his hundred-dollar win ticket. With breakage, he won over five-hundred dollars.
Brandon was glad that Cary didn't go into the dumper like he thought Cary would. The thought still nagged at him, where would it all end? It was just a matter of time with high risk gambling.
Back in the shabby room at the St. James, the Nelson brothers celebrated by drinking a bottle of Christian Brothers champagne.
"You're really lucky, Cary."
"Observation's the key. Horses don't run the way they're supposed to run on paper."
Brandon groped his brother and took out Cary's cock.
"I know how to make you feel even better."
Brandon fastened his lips around the fat cock that belonged to the brother he idolized, no matter how much their father said that Cary was a ass, a compulsive gambler, a drunk, a loser.
"Let's get undressed and have a party," Cary said.
They stripped out of their clothes and lay naked together on the bed, locked in each other's arms.
Brandon loved the stubble on Cary's face, the warmth of his hairy body and its musky scent.
Cary pushed his tongue inside Brandon's mouth. And they took turns sucking on each other's tongue.
Brandon liked to be the aggressor sometimes with his big brother. He held their identical hard pricks together and jacked them off at the same time, frigging his hand up and down the stiff, veiny shafts, with clear pre-cum leaking out of the piss slits.
"I've got a surprise for you," Cary said. Out of the dresser drawer he got a towel, a jar of Vaseline, and a bottle of liquid incense.
Cary gave them each a whiff of poppers.
The blood pounded in Brandon's head and in his prick. He felt an instant rush.
Cary unwrapped the towel and took out an eight-inch rubber dildo.
Brandon's ass-hole twitched when he saw the rubber cock and knew that Cary was going to butt-fuck him with it.
Cary took two small clamps and attached them to Brandon's nipples.
Brandon moaned with the feeling of pain and pleasure that coursed through his body.
Cary gave them each another hit of poppers.
Cary ran hot water over the rubber dildo. He greased Brandon's butt with Vaseline, and put a gob of goo onto the rubber dildo and inserted it into Brandon's ready butt hole.
It felt good and warm, like a real stiff prick pumping into his ass channel.
Cary got into a sixty-nine position on top of his teenaged brother. He churned the dildo into Brandon's guts.
Brandon's tits and ass were inflamed. He spread his brother's hairy ass-cheeks and tongued Cary's ass-hole. He jerked on Cary's cock while he rimmed him.
"Oh yeah, that feels good, getting my ass rimmed while I dildo-fuck my little brother's butt hole."
Brandon grabbed the throbbing prick of his brother and deep-throated it.
Cary began pumping his prick into his young brother's mouth in the same rhythm that he dildo-fucked his young brother's ass-hole.
Brandon's body was on fire. It was as if his brother had two cocks to fuck him with.
Cary's cock slipped out of Brandon's mouth, and Brandon licked those hairy balls that dangled over his face.
"Oh God, I want your cock up my ass now. I want to feel it shoot inside me."
Cary turned around and knelt between his teenaged brother's smooth legs. He removed the rubber prick, laying it on the towel.
Brandon lifted his legs into the air and held his knees.
Cary gently pushed his stiff cock into the pliant ass-hole.
Brandon wrapped his legs around his brother's hips and wiggled his ass underneath his brother.
Cary started to ram his teenaged brother's butt like a pile driver.
"Oh, Cary. Ummm. Fuck me hard. Keep fucking me. I love it when you fuck me rough."
Cary bent down and pushed his tongue inside Brandon's mouth.
Brandon was so excited by the stubble of the beard on his soft cheeks. His nipples were hard with the tit clamps on them. He loved the rough fucking of his ass while his brother's luscious tongue probed his mouth.
Brandon moaned when he felt the rock hard cock buried to the balls in his butt. The hairy nuts tickled his buns when the cock exploded gobs and gobs of hot cum into his guts.
Gary removed his mouth from Brandon's and gasped for air.
Brandon felt every squirt of jiss into his bowels. He squeezed his sphincter tightly around the cock and milked every drop of cum he could from those big balls.
Cary's cock plopped out of Brandon's ass.
Brandon removed the tit clamps that tore at the tender flesh of his bee stung nipples.
Brandon got up and shoved Cary face down on the bed. He mounted those furry buns. It took all the control he could muster to not shoot off just rubbing his prick against the hot, hirsute assmounds.
"I don't want to be fucked," Cary said.
"You ain't got no choice in the matter, punk."
Brandon didn't believe he said that to his butch marine brother. Brandon grabbed the shit-covered dildo off the towel and shoved it between Cary's lips.
"Chew on this, cock-sucker!" Brandon said.
Brandon's cock pulsated and he had the sudden urge to dominate his big brother, to vent his anger over the compulsive gambling of his brother by throwing a rough fuck into him. He knew that Cary could kick his ass, but he sensed that Cary needed some rough treatment at the moment.
Cary was surprisingly docile while Brandon licked his fingers and shoved one, two, three fingers up the tight ass-hole and massaged the puckered ass-hole.
"Do it, Brandon. Stick your cock up my ass."
Pre-cum lubed the hairy asscrack while Brandon buried his prick all the way to the balls up his brother's butt.
Cary bucked back against Brandon's crotch.
Brandon took long, deep strokes up his brother's tight, hairy ass-hole.
"Oh baby, that's good. Fuck me. Don't stop."
Brandon increased his fucking rhythm. His smooth balls slapped against the hairy ass-cheeks. His cock slurped in and out of the hot fuck-hole.
"Oh Brandon, I can feel it. My baby brother's hot cum gushing inside me."
Brandon groaned while he emptied the cum out of his aching nuts into his brother's shitter.
Brandon lay on top of his brother's body until his cock softened and slithered out of the hairy fuck-hole.
"You're really some kind of stud," Cary said with a smile.
"I had a good teacher."
"It's late," Cary said. "You'd better get home before the old man has a shit hemorrhage."
"Yeah, it's getting late."
Brandon had an uneasy feeling about his big butch brother, that something awful was going to happen.
"What are you gawking at?"
"Hey, Cary, I love you."
"Don't get mushy with me, kid. Now take a fucking hike."
Brandon smiled, knowing that talking tough was his big brother's way of being affectionate.
CHAPTER TEN
Brandon stopped at Stacy Leach's house after school to help him with his term paper for English class.
Their parents were at a potluck dinner at the Iron Horse lodge for railroad workers.
Stacy was the fullback for the Pleasant Valley High tigers football team. He was a big, hairy brute who barely had the grades to be eligible to play sports.
Brandon had been friends with Stacy since grade school. It was Stacy who'd showed him how to jack-off. He always left his quiz paper in class uncovered so that Stacy could copy the answers.
Brandon rewrote Stacy's paper on student athletes line by line. It wasn't what Stacy said so much as it was the way he said it. Stacy was one of those guys that murdered the King's English.
Stacy could have been the village idiot as far as Brandon was concerned. The appeal of Stacy was his muscular Arnold Schwarzenegger build. And Stacy was always absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch.
"It's a good thing I play football with all the sex energy I have. Otherwise, I'd probably be a rapist. I'm always in heat."
"Man, if I had your body, I'd get anybody I wanted."
"If I had your brains, I'd figure out how to get anybody I wanted to fuck."
"You'll get your share of fucking after the football team wins the conference championship. You'll have to fight the bitches off with a stick."
"Fat chance."
"Just wait."
Stacy looked at his revised term paper. "How can I repay you."
"You can fuck me," Brandon said. "Say what?"
"I can show you how desirable a big hulk like you can be, and make you feel real good."
Stacy rubbed his crotch.
Brandon removed Stacy's hand and massaged the big bulge in Stacy's crotch.
Stacy leaned back in the chair and moaned.
Brandon unbuttoned the stud's Levi's. Stacy was wearing a jockstrap.
Brandon kneeled down between the football player's legs that were like tree trunks. With his teeth, he pulled back the elastic waistband and freed the hooded cock.
The sweaty crotch smell blended with the piss stains on the pouch of the jockstrap to create an aroma that excited Brandon.
Brandon held the stiffening uncut cock. He tongued the cheese inside the foreskin.
"Oh shit, man. Ummm. I've always dreamed of having my cock sucked. Ohhh."
Brandon sucked on the glistening cockhead and frigged the skin up and down on the shaft. He dropped his pants and grabbed his own stiff cock. While he sucked and jerked on Stacy's cock, he beat his own meat.
To Brandon's surprise, Stacy leaned forward and just picked him up and carried him over to the bed and lay him down on his belly.
"I want to fuck that ass of yours," Stacy said in a husky voice.
"Oh yeah, that's what I want. Do it, man. Shove that big prick inside me."
Brandon spit on his palm and lubed his asscrack.
Stacy rubbed his cock that was leaking pre-cum into the hairless asscrack.
Brandon positioned himself so that the cockhead was at the entrance to his ass-hole. He pushed back and took the entire cock all the way up his tight butt hole.
Stacy didn't need any further instruction. He started a slow, grinding fuck, pumping his prick in and out of Brandon's ass.
"Man, your ass-hole is so hot and tight. My cock feels so good fucking your ass-hole."
Brandon wiggled his ass underneath the hairy jock.
Stacy fucked determinedly, slamming his prick in and out of Brandon's ass.
Brandon loved the feel of the football player's cock stuffing his ass-hole. He loved the feel of those big, hairy nuts banging against his buns.
The fucking rhythm was increased rapidly. Stacy fucked relentlessly. Brandon bucked ferociously.
Brandon loved to feel the hot stud's sweat drip on him. He was excited by the stud's grunting and groaning.
"Do it, Stacy. Shoot your jizz up my butt."
Stacy shoved his prick inside all the way and let out a sigh.
Gobs of hot cum squirted into Brandon's guts.
"Oh man, I can't believe how good this feels. Ohhhh," Stacy moaned.
"Roll over on your side, but keep your cock inside me."
Stacy hesitated, but Brandon managed to push him over. The big cock stayed entrenched in his ass-hole.
Brandon grabbed his prick and beat it furiously.
Stacy held onto Brandon's thighs and moved his cock slowly in and out of the cum-filled ass-hole.
Brandon moaned and fisted his prick.
"Shoot your wad," Stacy said.
Brandon gritted his teeth and tensed his thighs. Ropes of creamy cum spewed out of his piss slit.
Seeing the cum excited the hulking football player like blood excites a shark. Stacy's cock was rock hard and he pumped his prick deep inside the tight fuck-hole.
Brandon scooped up his cum and reached behind him and smeared it on the furry ass of the jock who was fucking him.
Stacy fucked faster and faster. Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around the stiff prick inside him.
"Oh shit, I can feel it coming. Oh Jesus, hot cum flooding my ass-hole. Ohhhhh!"
Stacy panted and shot a second load with the same hard-on up Brandon's ass-hole.
Brandon gently eased himself off the hard cock. He turned around and went down on the shitty, cummy cock that had been up his ass. He could feel the double load of cum up his ass drip down on his thighs.
Stacy was wet with sweat. He had a funny lopsided grin.
Brandon licked all the crud off the cock until it softened and the cockhead retreated into its sheath.
Stacy acted nervous and embarrassed.
"Jeez, the folks will be back soon."
"Just one more thing," Brandon said. "Can I have that jockstrap?"
"I'll give you a clean one if you need it."
"No," Brandon said, "I want that one." He bit his tongue to keep from saying dummy.
"Sure, okay."
Brandon quickly dressed and stuffed the piss-stained jockstrap into his pocket.
"Thanks for everything," Stacy said.
"Yeah, see you later."
Brandon figured that Stacy needed some time to sort out his feelings about what had happened, and he obviously wanted to be alone.
* * *
At home that night, Brandon went to sleep sniffing and chewing on that cruddy jockstrap. He realized that he was coming out as a gay man and there'd be many hot tricks along the way, although he'd always be in love with his big brother.
Brandon tried to call Cary at the St. James. But the hotel clerk told him that Cary Nelson had moved out.
Brandon wondered where his brother had gone, what had happened to him. He'd go to San Jose on the weekend and look for Cary. He'd even go to Bay Meadows and try to find him.
One afternoon after school, Wade Nelson told Brandon to sit down.
"It's about Cary, isn't it? Is he dead?"
"No, but he'd be better off."
"What are you talking about? He's been hurt, hasn't he?" Brandon started to cry.
"Cary robbed a liquor store in San Jose."
"Aw, c'mon."
"It's true."
"Was he shot?"
"No. Just listen and I'll tell you what happened."
Brandon couldn't believe his ears. Cary wouldn't rob anybody!
"He robbed the liquor store, then got into a cab and told the driver to take him to the racetrack. The cops followed the cab and arrested Cary."
"There's some mistake. He'd never do a thing like that."
"Grow up. He's a no-good ass. That's why I kicked him out," Wade said.
"We should stand behind him, get a good lawyer. I've still got some money left-"
"I won't lift a finger to help him. He got himself into this, let him get himself out."
"He's family, Dad. I love him. He needs us."
"No way. Besides, the law is clear in California-use a gun, go to prison."
"He used a gun?"
"The police have all the evidence they need."
"I'm going to help him somehow."
"He's beyond that now. Just like I told your mother. But she wouldn't listen. She went to the jail to see him."
Brandon went to his room, lay across the bed and bawled. It wasn't true. Cary was a good guy. He just had a gambling problem and needed help. He wouldn't rob someone for money to gamble with. Yet, Brandon knew how desperate Cary must have felt with all the gambling and drinking.
Brandon took a long, hot bath. That's what he liked to do when he felt like shit. The water soothed him.
The more he thought about Cary, what a sexy stud he was, the harder his cock got. He reached between his legs and beat his meat, splashing water everywhere.
He thought about how mean Cary was to him sometimes. That made Cary all the more exciting. He had guts and defied the law with an armed robbery. It had to end somehow, all this gambling and drinking.
The image of his hunky brother excited him more than anything else ever had or ever would. That solid body, the matted chest, the washboard stomach. The wiry pubic bush and that big thick cock with the crimson head and those giant balls in their hairy sac. Those fuzzy buns and that tight ass-hole.
Brandon beat his meat faster and faster. He stuck his finger in his ass-hole and pretended it was Cary fucking him in the ass. How he loved to jerk off with Cary's cock stuffed up his ass.
That handsome face with the beard stubble. The curly brown hair. Those blue-green eyes that gleamed.
"Oh Cary, Cary, Cary!"
Brandon felt the jizz in his balls shoot up his tube and spurt onto the water, strands of creamy cum. He removed his finger from his spasming ass-hole.
He closed his eyes. There would never be anyone else in the world like his brother.
Cary was sentenced to prison although he stated on the witness stand that he was drunk at the time and didn't remember what had happened.
The judge didn't believe him. But Brandon believed him. He could tell by his brother's eyes that he was telling the truth.
Brandon put his arms around his brother and kissed him before the deputy led him away in handcuffs.
They didn't talk about Cary at home anymore, because dad didn't allow it. When mom had that faraway look in her eyes, Brandon knew she was thinking of Cary.
Brandon wrote to his brother regularly at the Men's Colony in San Luis Obispo, even though dad said he couldn't.
Brandon clung to the belief that he and Cary would be together again one day as brothers and lovers. He'd wait for him, just like he did when Cary was in the Marine Corps.
