I have the utmost respect and admiration for my older brother, Mitch. He held our family together at a critical time in our history, and he was only 16 years old.
We grew up in a dysfunctional family. Mitch is the oldest of the siblings. Our father was a sloppy drunk who bailed on the family when we were young. He was there in the physical sense, but that was it. No emotional or financial support whatsoever. Our mother worked as a substitute school teacher, so her work was sporadic. She struggled to raise five kids (six, if you count my deadbeat father).
At age 16, Mitch started working to help support the family. He purchased groceries and helped pay utility bills. Eventually, he helped my mother, my youngest brother, and me to purchase new cars. He was always a good mechanic, so he always kept our cars in good running condition.
Mitch is the type of person who has always put the wants and needs of family members above his own. Unfortunately, his loyalty has come at his own expense. He has always struggled with personal relationships because of his willingness to drop everything and come to our rescue at a moment’s notice. The women he’s dated got frustrated with his loyalty and eventually left because they felt he prioritized our family over them.
Mitch and I are separated by three years. He and I have always been close . . . maybe a bit too close. We’ve both been cursed with overactive libidos. We’ve always been very open with one another about our sexual desires and escapades. We’ve even watched pornographic movies together, while naked. He’s the first boy I watched jack off. We never touched each other, at least at first. That eventually changed.
Mitch married at age 30. I think he married out of loneliness, not love. His wife is very needy and clingy. I believe she’s also insecure because she’s always checking up on him. One night he and his wife were in a heated argument. Mitch is not the confrontational type, so he left his home to go to our mother’s house. He needed a shoulder to cry on. I was visiting our mother at the time. I decided to give her a break, so I said, “Let’s take the dog for a walk.”
For the next thirty minutes, Mitch poured his heart out. I really felt sorry for him. We returned the dog, then got in Mitch’s truck to continue our conversation. There wasn’t much I could do, but listen, which is really all he needed. I decided that there would be a way for me to offer him some comfort. As we pulled into my mother’s driveway, I said: “If you promise not to let it ruin our relationship, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
Being the loyal husband, Mitch negotiated my offer down to removing my top and watching him jack-off. I agreed. Mitch drove a 4×4 truck, so we headed for the nearby mountains. We found a secluded spot and I removed my top. Mitch asked me to fondle my tits. Instead, I told him to do the fondling. He was nervous and gently fondled them for less than a minute. As I said, we had seen each other naked, but this was the first time either of us touched. He dropped his pants and began jerking off. I watched intently. Prior to shooting his load, he asked if he could splatter my tits. I agreed, and kneeled down in from of him. I said, “You know this is my favorite position”, referencing my love of sucking dick. He didn’t respond, so I think it went over his head. He was either extremely turned on or very pent-up, because he soon splashed a huge load of cum on my tits, which I let it drip down my belly. I didn’t wipe it off. Instead, I let it dry before getting dressed. He thanked me for helping him get a much-needed release and returned me to our mother’s house.
I left his cum on my tits and belly until I showered the next day. This was a significant turning point in our relationship. I had inadvertently created a monster! He began calling me on a regular basis in an attempt to get a “second date.” I was reluctant at first, but I eventually agreed. Trying to time such a “date” was tricky since he was married and had two children under the age of five.
Our next encounter was in his bedroom. Our mother called to have him replace her air conditioning filters. His wife was at work, and his kids were napping, but he promised to stop by once the kids awoke. I was at our mother’s house at the time, so I volunteered to stay with the kids while he replaced the filters. The kids were still sleeping when he returned home. He gave me a “let’s do it” look, so I followed him into his bedroom. We began by watching internet porn. For some reason, he kept loading videos of blowjobs. Go figure! He turned off the computer, dropped his pants and asked, “Would you like to watch?”
I was a bit worked up from the internet porn, so I said, “I’ll show you what I like”, then dropped to my knees and began feverishly sucking his cock. He suggested that we move in front of a full-length mirror so he could get a better view of me devouring his cock. I’ve always loved to deep throat and was giving him quite a show. We had just crossed another forbidden line. Although I absolutely love to swallow cum, I held off. I had to draw the line somewhere. When I sensed he was getting close, I pulled away. He begged me to swallow, but I refused. He followed up with a request to splatter my face, but I had to deny this request as well. I had plans for the day, and didn’t want to redo my makeup. With no other options, he shot his load into the palm of his hand. He dressed and I left.
A few weeks later, I was having sprinkler system issues, which lead to one of my trees dying. My HOA sent a threatening letter informing me that I would be fined if I didn’t replace the tree. I asked Mitch to help. As always, he was Johnny-on-the-spot. It took him a few hours to complete the work. He had worked up a sweat, so he decided to take a shower. It was rather obvious as to why he wanted to shower at my place, but I played oblivious. Soon, he was walking down the stairs, totally naked. His excuse was that his clothing was sweaty and dirty, so he wanted to use my washing machine. I knew he wanted a blowjob, and I had already decided that I would suck his cock, but I wanted him to work for it.
He began by asking if I would be willing to rent some porn on my TV. I rejected his offer, then asked if he would like to see my collection of toys. That got his attention! He enthusiastically followed me to my bedroom. I regularly attend “fun parties” so I have quite the collection of novelties and vibrators. He was practically drooling as he viewed my collection but, more importantly, was sporting a throbbing hard-on. He asked me to put on a show with one of my toys, but I refused. As I said, I wanted him to work for it. After a few more minutes of begging, he finally got frustrated and started stroking himself. I watched in delight before giving him what he wanted. I removed my clothing, spun around to give him a full view of my body, then dropped to my knees and devoured his cock to the base. I licked and sucked feverishly until I sensed him tense up. When I backed away, he grabbed his cock and stroked it until he shot a warm sticky load on my tits and belly. Afterwards, he told me he was aiming for my face, and was very disappointed when his spurts fell short.
Mitch was hooked. He started routinely showing up at my doorstep for no apparent reason. Whatever his contrived reason, his visits always included a plea for a blowjob. I felt our relationship was getting off track, so I denied his requests. He eventually stopped asking.
Several months later, my clothes dryer malfunctioned. I was hesitant to ask Mitch to help because I knew his visit would end with his same old tired plea for my oral services. However, my funds were limited, so I finally called. It would be a significant task because my washer and dryer are located upstairs. Before calling, I went to a nearby appliance store and purchased a new unit. I gave Mitch the information, and he picked it up on his way to my house. He removed the old dryer, hauled it downstairs, and loaded it into his truck. With great difficulty, he carried the new dryer upstairs. When he removed it from the box, he discovered that I had mistakenly purchased an electric dryer and my house was set up for natural gas. He was not happy. He carried it downstairs and returned to the store to swap it. Unfortunately, the store didn’t have a natural gas dryer in stock. He was forced to go to their warehouse to get a replacement. It was late in the day, and he barely got there before they closed.
Mitch had been gone for nearly two hours. When he returned, he didn’t try to hide his frustration. He begrudgingly carried a new dryer up my stairs for a second time. I felt I owed him a show of gratitude, so I decided to give him another blowjob. I promised myself this would be the last time. However, I wasn’t going to freely offer my services. He would have to ask. When he finished installing the dryer, his anger and frustration with me was quite obvious. He said very little as he carried the empty box and tools to his truck.
When he returned, he informed me that his wife was very upset with him for coming to my rescue at a moment’s notice. Making matters worse was the fact that he had been away much longer than expected. Being the insecure person she is, the “ball-and-chain” as he called her, had called to check on his whereabouts. He gets very angry when she does this, so it just acted to increase his frustration. He was sure he would catch Hell when he got home. Now I felt even more guilty. I entered damage-control mode. I knew I would have to relieve his frustrations to help ease his anticipated encounter with his wife. I apologized profusely, and expressed my sincere appreciation for his help. I really felt guilty and wanted to show my gratitude. I decided not wait for him to ask, and volunteered to provide him some stress relief.
I was surprised when he hesitated, saying: “I thought we had ended that part of our relationship.” I told him that I wanted to express how much I appreciated his willingness to help, although it was causing him significant friction at home. He then had an emotional breakdown. He confessed his long-standing desire for me over his wife and explained that it was affecting his marital relations. His wife was a real prude. She was uptight about oral sex (both giving and getting). He informed me that this had been the motivating factor for his requests for oral favors from me.
I reiterated that I was willing to give him a blowjob, but it would definitely be the last. It was something we could never share again. Since this would be my grand finale on his shaft, I decided to give it everything I had. I kneeled down and eagerly engulfed his rock-hard dick. He grabbed the back of my head and began face-fucking me. This really got me going! As he thrust his cock down my throat, I met each stroke with excitement until we had a rhythm going. I didn’t want the moment to end too soon, so I pulled away and began rubbing his dick all over my tits. The look on his face assured me it was pure ecstasy for him! I
began teasing him by alternately sucking and stroking his rod. When I felt him getting close, I abruptly stopped. For Mitch, it was a combination of pain and pleasure. When he finally lost it, the force of his cum hitting my throat almost knocked me backward. I had never witnessed any man produce so much semen in one ejaculation. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough and I eventually started gagging. As his cum poured from my mouth, he began rubbing it into my face and tits. He continued fondling my tits for several minutes.
He then got brave and ripped my pants off. He wanted to fuck me, but that was a line I wasn’t willing to cross. His fingers were drenched in his cum as he inserted them into my pussy. This was the first time he had touched my pussy. I suggested he get one of my vibrators and give my now drenched pussy a good workout. He was happy to oblige! Between his cum and my natural lubricant, I was able to take the entire length of my toy without any resistance. He began shoving it in and out of me at a brisk pace until I had an earth-shattering orgasm. He pulled the dildo from me, sucked it clean, and reinserted it. He repeated this process until he had lapped up all my juices. I was in Heaven!
I wasn’t done just yet. I asked him how kinky he wanted to get. He responded, “The sky’s the limit!” I confided that my ultimate turn-on was watch a man eat his own cum. He had never tasted semen, so he was a bit hesitant. However, he knew it would please me, so he agreed. I asked him to fuck my tits, then lick them clean. His counter offer was to rub his cock on the outside of my pussy, then eat his cum while he gave me some oral pleasure. I suspected he was using this as a means to “accidently” slip his cock into me. I warned him against such trickery and informed him that I would only agree to his proposition if he allowed me to watch his cum ooze from his mouth when he was done.
With that, he quickly buried his face in my crotch and gave me a great tongue lashing! He followed this by climbing on top of me, in the missionary position, and sliding his tool along my wet slit.
Before long, I felt a warm gush of semen flowing down to my butt crack. He eagerly started to gobble it up, before giving me another tongue-lashing. When he finished, he let his cum dribble from his mouth onto my tits, then sucked it back into his mouth. The sight of him eating his own cum sent me over the moon! I begged him to give it to me. He hovered over me and allowed his cum to slowly ooze into my mouth. The taste of our blended juices got my pussy dripping. I was aching for his cock, but somehow fought off the urge.
While we rested, we shared our personal feelings about what we had done. We both agreed we had gone too far and that we had to end it before we engaged in intercourse. I offered to give him one last blowjob as our final send-off. Of course, I didn’t have to ask twice. Once again, I gave him the best experience I possible could and, once again the volume was overwhelming. However, I was expecting a big load and prepared myself to catch it all. I let it flow down my chin and onto my tits. I ordered him to lick my tits clean. He obeyed my order and didn’t stop until he had eaten every drop.
That was our final sexual encounter, but we continued to confide in one another about our sexual pleasures and desires. Months later, he informed me that our final encounter had given him the tools he needed to get his wife to loosen up with her inhibitions toward oral sex. During one of their intimate moments, while she was stroking his cock, he asked her to wipe the precum from his dick and let him lick it from her finger. At first she balked, but after his second request, she did as he asked. She was both repulsed and intrigued and continued to feed him his precum until he shot his load. She followed up by asking if he would like her to feed him his ejaculate and was quite surprised when he said yes. That event started a dialogue between the two that eventually lead to her sucking his cock and eating his cum.
I was delighted to hear that our taboo encounter had a positive impact on Mitch’s personal life. I can’t think of anyone who is more deserving of life’s simple pleasures. The irony is that it was her reluctance to indulge his desires that drove him into my arms.
Signed,
My Brother’s Keeper
