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[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I got to talking about this because I had been thinking about a guy I knew that I haven't seen or heard from in decades and thinking about how we met; my brother and his were screwing each other. I remembered meeting him that day after my mom sent me looking for my brother and found him with his friend just walking in the park and as I delivered the message, the other guy's brother was approaching from the opposite direction. Introductions were made and both younger brothers went home as ordered, leaving us older brothers in the park and laughing over how we both got sent to do the same job.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Somewhere along the line, "Greg" asked me, "Do you know that your brother is fucking my brother?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I figured as much," I had said. "I don't think those two really have much in common, if ya know what I mean."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Greg laughed and told me about the day he secretly watched them sucking each other off. "It was pretty hot... but I wonder where they learned that shit?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I wasn't of a mind to share with him how my brother learned it but I was a little surprised that he hadn't figured it out. We took a seat on a bench and kept talking and he started telling me that since that day he saw our little brothers sucking each other off, he wanted to have sex with his brother... which led to him asking me if I had did it with mine. So I fessed up, feeling I could trust him and the highlight of this part was watching him squirm on the bench and with a noticeable tent in his pants.

"How can you have sex with him? That's incest!" he said.

"Yeah, I know... but it is what it is," I said. "He came to me one day and asked me to do it to him and, well, I didn't say yes at first... but I didn't say no either... but I eventually said yes... and we've been doing it ever since."

"Wow," Greg had said. "I've never done it with a guy so I don't even know how to ask, let alone ask my brother!"

"You just ask," I said with a shrug. "He's either gonna say yes or no."

"If I asked you to suck my dick, would you?" he asked.

"If you wanted to, sure - I don't see why not," I said honestly.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Today, when I learn of the many guys who got their introduction to dick with their brother, it's not something I find unusual or shameful, although the very notion does shame a lot of guys and that's understandable. It's a fact of life that our prudish society doesn't want to acknowledge... but a fact of life that they are aware of just the same.

Or, really, what's the point in warning boys about not doing something that is never supposed to happen? You warn them and hope that your warning is enough to keep them from "experimenting" with a sibling or other boys and ya got to know or at least understand that chances are that's exactly what they're going to do and for no other reason than to find out why they're being told not to do it to each other.

I grew up watching and knowing that brothers did each other as well as doing it with my own brother... and because everyone involved wanted to. In our 'hood, no brother I knew of was forced to do it although I had heard such stories outside of our 'hood... but that was there and not where we lived. If anything - and kinda expected in a way - a lot of little brothers got their older brothers to give them the dick by "promising" to rat them out which, I think, more often than not gave older brothers the perfect "excuse" to do what they wanted to do with their brother in the first place - they just needed some incentive, as it were.

Do I feel bad about the sex I had with my own brother? Not at all. Not because I'm morally corrupt or anything like that - I just understand the truth that is hidden. Brothers have sex with each other and if they're of a mind to; it's always been this way and will always be this way and to act like this ain't the truth of things doesn't make sense. If you did it with your brother, cousin, whoever, fine; if you didn't, that's fine as well; not everyone goes this route but, again, a lot of guys get their love of dick this way. Some found it not to their liking and this, too, is to be expected... doesn't ever change the fact that many found it very much to their liking.

I even know that my own sons checked each other out and they don't know that I know nor do they know how many times I caught them doing it... but I knew they would. I could have rained down punishment like a monsoon... but there was no point in beating them down for something I knew they were gonna do although I did my duty and said that if they were gonna play around with sex - and I didn't specify what kind - they'd be smart to never get caught doing it before they were ready and responsible. And I laugh because as far as they know, they never got caught.

Sordid? Horribly nasty and all that? That depends on whether or not you believe what you've been told... or you know the truth.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My friend noticed that I wasn't paying attention to him and wanted to know what was going on; his brother just shrugged and I sat there thinking about whether to tell him or just say, "Nothing!" and let it go. But he wasn't gonna let the matter dropped and was, in modern terms, being a drama queen about it so I said, "You know little dude there wants you to do it to him, don't you?"

Well, nope - he didn't know that. His little brother, in what I'll call a moment of boldness, even told him that he was mad with him because all the other guys loved doing it to him - but he never even acted like he wanted to... and he knew that his big brother was doing it with the other guys in our "gang."

You could have bought homeboy for a penny, which didn't stop him from doing his drama queen thing... but his little bro cut him off by saying, "You're such a square and a dummy! If you don't do it to me, I'm gonna tell mom and dad that you do it to boys!"

Uh-oh. Instead of responding to this threat, he looked at me and asked, "Have you guys been doing it to my brother?"

"Sure," I said and, no, I wasn't worried about him wanting to fight me; he knew I'd kick his ass and after he picked a fight with me before.

Well, he was mad about that but I found out later that he was mad because he hadn't known what his little brother was up to. I expected him to beating his little brother up for threatening to rat him out but, instead, he asked, "If I do it to you, are you gonna rat me out?"

"Nope!" his little brother said. His face was glowing with anticipation and, yeah, I wanted to see what was gonna happen next myself; was he gonna do it to his brother even if to save his own ass? I figured he would; didn't figure on him doing it right then and there, though. I dunno - maybe he thought his brother - and me - was lying; he pulled out his dick, which was already very hard, and said, "Prove that you've been doing it!"

And little bro proved it... in spades, I'd say. He made my friend cum in under a minute and I remember the looks on both of their faces. My friend was shocked and his brother was happier than a pig in shit and with traces of cum on his lips. But the drama queen had the nerve to ask me, "How come you never told me?"

"Not my place to tell you," I said. "Besides, I thought you knew."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Within a neighborhood, you often got the impression that stuff like this only happened where you lived... but I found that it wasn't as true as I had thought; it seemed like with all the male friends I had outside of my 'hood, if they had a brother, they were having sex with each other, not every now and then, but every chance they had to do it.

I got to do it to a lot of guys who didn't have brothers; those were the guys who'd get around to asking, "Hey, have you ever done it with a boy?" and because they wanted to do it... but didn't have a brother. One guy was pretty upset being an only child; he had told me that he was jealous of the other guys in the area who had brothers and they were doing it to each other and, oddly, those guys never included him... because he didn't have a brother.

Guys would often get busted in the act... and the promised punishments were ghastly - also as promised. But knowing about those guys who got busted also taught me something and kinda proved my "theory" that parents knew their sons would have sex with each other but if they caught them, well, only then would the punishments rain down on them. So while some guys got busted and punished, it still didn't stop what they were doing, whether it was with a brother or another guy.

We call it experimenting, even think of it as a phase and one that a guy is expected to grow out of... but the truth is very different. I was sitting at yet another friend's house with his younger brother and we were talking and the friend wanted to know if it was true that this guy we both knew and his brother were doing it to each other all of the time. I didn't rat them out with the kid brother sitting there; kid brothers were - and probably still are - notorious for tattling, right? But my friend said that he would never do it to his brother... but what he didn't see (because he was looking at me) was the disappointed look on his brother's face... and what he didn't know what that almost everyone was doing it to his little brother - except him.

Not saying that he should have been (and like the rest of us with brothers were doing) but I wondered why he didn't know that his little brother wanted big brother's dick. I looked at the little brother with a look that asked, "How come you haven't asked him?" The younger brother understood the look and just shrugged but, yeah, he was not happy that his big brother didn't want to do it to him... and all while big brother was ranting and raving about how nasty and wrong it was to do it to you own brother.

Then it got interesting.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Bold. Brazen. Totally and utterly shameless. Just the way it was... and made better by the sure and certain fact that it shouldn't be happening or so we were all told; it made me wonder how adults could say this when I knew for a fact that it was happening and maybe more than they knew it was.

Or maybe they did know... and just chose to ignore it? I didn't know for sure but I suspected as much given how many times a parent would come knocking on a bedroom door or just barging in hoping to catch us in the act but when they didn't, they'd have this look on their face that told me that they knew... but what you suspected was one thing and what you could prove was something else.

There was a new guy to our little gang of horny fuckers and he dove right on in after telling us that he'd been doing it with boys for a while and was glad that, after moving to our neighborhood, he'd found that we were into doing it to each other. But he had a secret that he shared with me one day and I don't remember how we got to talking about it but he had said that he was afraid that none of us were gonna like him.

"Why not? You're pretty cool!" I said.

"Um, because, um, I've been doing it to my brother," he blurted out and he looked like I was going to cuss him out or something.

"Oh. We do it to our brothers, too," I said like it was no big deal - and because it wasn't. The next time we all got together, he brought his brother with him and delighted us all by pouncing on his very happy brother and we watched them screw each other silly before it all broke down and we were all doing it.

The new guy was so relieved to know that he wasn't going to be treated as an outsider because he was doing the nasty with his brother.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Back in the day, I wasn't the only guy who got "caught up" in having sex with his brother; most of the guys I hung out with had brothers, both older and younger, who also were very much into it. I wasn't the first in our horny band of brothers - quite a few had started out that way and there were many times when I'd get to watch two brothers getting it on.

To some, this is just plain wrong; there are too many other guys out there if that's what you wanted to do... but what seeing all those other brothers slaking their lust upon each other taught me something very important: Everyone was fair game... well, as long as all parties were agreeable and they obviously were.

Sitting at a friend's house and waiting for his older brother to come back from wherever he was; my friend's parents were leaving and told him to stay put until his brother came back in a few minutes and once he did, he could go out to play. Sure enough, his brother's coming in as their parents are leaving and I'm thinking it's about time; we both wanted to hit the streets early enough to collect bottles and turn them in for five cents so that we could go swimming later; the competition for bottles was pretty cutthroat, too.

His brother speaks to me, I speak back; he then looks at his brother and says, "You know the deal, right?"

His brother - my friend - lit up like a Christmas tree and before I could even wonder why, his brother pulls out his dick - a monster compared to us younger guys - and says, "I've been waiting for them to leave for a while!"

"Me, too!" my friend says... and literally leaps on his big bro's huge boner! My friend is blowing the shit out of his brother, who turns, looks at me, smiles and says, "He's really good at this, ain't he?"

All I can do is nod; of course I know how good he is because he's sucked my dick.

"Taught him everything he knows," the older brother says and with pride. Then they both forgot that I was sitting there and I got to watch my friend get fucked by his older brother... and he was having what was obviously a good time with that huge dick in his ass.

The thing that got me was that I didn't think it was unusual... because it wasn't. I did get... miffed because I didn't get to play with that really big dick, though.

I'd spend the night with a guy with brothers... and as soon as the lights went out, the dicks came out and, sure, I'd be all up in the fun and it was something I saw so much of growing up that it was all pretty normal and so much that any brothers who weren't doing it to each other were thought to be weird.

Another friend and one with three older brothers - all teens so to me, they were older than dirt. His parents were... someplace and when I came to see if he was coming out, he said he was but he had something to do first and I just said okay. I followed him to the kitchen where his three brothers were sitting and drinking coffee; he cleared his throat to get their attention and I think he's gonna tell them that he was going out... but he says, "Who wants to do it to me?"

Those three guys looked at each other, grinned and, boy, did they get undressed in a hurry! My friend grabbed one brother by the dick, grinning at me like he was crazy, and said, "Come on - you gotta see this!" Once upstairs and in the room the four of them shared, for me to say "it was on" was an understatement; clearly, these four were no strangers to this and I was once again the odd man out as the four of them went at each other like they were starving. I did get to suck the dick of the oldest brother and I was miffed because there wasn't any time for me to suck the other three dicks.

Damn![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Later that day, we were kinda hanging out when he asked me if I ever felt like what we were doing - and had been doing for a lot of years now - was wrong. I told him about what I had felt earlier that morning and was kinda surprised to learn that he had been feeling the same way.

"Should we stop?" I asked him.

"Do you wanna stop?" he asked me.

"Not if you don't want to," I said.

"I don't want to," he said. "This shit is too good to stop, ya know what I mean?"

I did know - problem solved. We eventually went our own way, me to find my friends, him to figure out what kind of trouble him and his boys could get into. My thoughts were occupied with that thought; it wasn't bothering me but I was thinking about what it had said to me and, yeah, it was right... but I still didn't care about that. He's my brother, my "enemy," and my lover and it just didn't get any stranger than that. I remember him telling me one day - after I beat him to a pulp in a fight he started - that he hated me so much it wasn't funny and in the same sentence and breath asked me if I wanted to do it later.

Which I did... and we did... and it was glorious... but it always was... but it wasn't supposed to be. Fuck it; if he didn't care, I wasn't going to care either. I would still have those moments of clarity but I fully ignored them because they didn't really matter but this strange bond I had with my brother did. He loved having sex with me as much as I did with him and our other differences really didn't matter, either.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Once back in the room, I found him lying on his bed, his dick already hard and I didn't give anything a second thought; I climbed into his bed and took his freshly washed cock into my mouth and took my time sucking on him until he coated my tongue with his spunk; feeling his dick jerking and spitting into my mouth never got old... but that strange thought and feeling was conspicuous by its absence - it just wasn't there.

I let go of him and reluctantly so, the clock running in my head telling me that we were pushing things too close and we need to hurry. I looked at him and could see he was thinking the same thing; I laid back right where I was and he pounced on my dick and started sucking me like the devil was chasing him and I had the sense of having to hang on tightly so as to not fall off the bed. I'm lost in the feelings; he knows where all the good spots are on my cock and he knows what I like as I opened my eyes just enough to see him swallow every inch of my bigger and fatter dick (compared to his) and like my dick wasn't big at all.

And that feeling/thought hit me again: Wrong, nasty, sinful and other ugly things I didn't have words for - and it was gone again, replaced by the white noise and delicious feeling of me cumming in his mouth. I looked down and saw him looking up at me as he swallowed my load and I thought that here's a guy that, normally, I'd rather punch him in the face... and he's sucking my dick anyway. What a strange relationship we had!

I climb back into my own bed, feeling very satisfied; we'd had a lot of sex in a relatively short period of time and, importantly, we didn't get caught. That moment of very clear thinking had faded into the background but still giving me shit about being such a nasty motherfucker and all that and as I dropped off to sleep, I said to myself, "Go away and leave me alone; I like doing it to him and like him doing it to me and there's nothing you can do about it so shut up..."[/FONT][/SIZE]