"You know, with these 300 channels you think something would be on." I, 15-year-old Matt Warner, said, watching my brother Ben who was just two years older flip from channel to channel trying to find something. He sat at the other side of his couch, smiling and nodding. I wondered why he didn't just use the guide feature, I guess he was just used to cable like we had only a month before.

Giligan's Island, Enterprise, Smallville, Judging Amy, Let's Talk Sex, Wild Wildlife, Alias, MTV, Saved by the Bell, Superman VI, all he watched for just a few seconds before moving on again. I looked just past his head out to the patio window overlooking the underground pool. It was raining outside, otherwise we would probably be racing laps.

Wonder Woman, the Spider-Man series, Dilbert, Hogan's Heroes, SKIN...

My mind jolted to life as I saw porn, some Swedish guy hardknocking the poor long blonde haired woman underneath him through her ass. I looked at Ben, who had put down the remote and was leaning back in a comfortable position as he oh-so-gently started rubbing his crotch. I smiled and did the same thing, jut imagining it was me on top.

Suddenly the guy stopped and retreated his massive 9" cock, and the women turned over. My mind froze again. That wasn't a woman, it was a man underneath. I was in shock. I wasn't disgusted really, it was just a very large jolt to my system. I looked over at Ben who was looking at my shocked expression. Ben didn't look overly disoriented. He flipped off the T.V. when he saw my discomfort.

None of us said anything, and it wasn't that surprising. After a minute or two Ben finally spoke up.

"Have you ever thought about it?" he asked simply.

For a split second I was confused, but then I realized what he was asking. Bi/Gay sex. I paused for a few seconds, trying to formulate a responce. "A few years ago, yeah, I did have a lot of... bi impulses. But not so much anymore." I said. "What about you?"

He looked away from me, which was understandable considering what he was about to say. "Yeah, I did, and I sometimes still do. Promise me you won't tell anyone..."

"Of course I won't." I said. "I know how people at school would treat you - or me for that matter." I said, thinking about our school and how many homophobics there were. A few years ago there was even a case of violence against a gay kid.

"If Meghan ever found out she would hate me." Ben stated, I sympathizing with that. 

I wasn't sure how Julie, my girlfriend, would react if I told her that I occasionally got thoughts like these.

His expression dimmed slightly, as he bit his tongue. I wondered what he was going to say next. "Did you ever... want me?" he asked, very sheepishly. That did shock me, and disgusted me to an extent... he was only a half brother, it was still incest.

I thought back, to all of those fantasies I used to have about guys I would see at school and on television. "No, not really..." was all I could say. For all I knew this could be a cruel joke. I dismissed that thought, as Ben was never that horrible to anyone, at least that I knew of. He was the athletic football player, I was the in-between floating between different clicks. Suddenly I realized I was hard, a result of me recalling all of those fantasies about guys at school. Those bisexual impulses seemed to be resurfacing from nowhere after all of this time trying to surpress them so I could have a normal relationship with my girlfriend.

He smiled, looking back at me. "What I'm about to ask, I hope it doesn't freak you out. Would you... would you try it with me? I don't want to get into the romantic stuff, I just want to know what it feels like." he asked in a very slow voice.

I took this as a huge shock. I hadn't expected this, and I could feel a sickening feeling in my stomach. Him and I? Fucking? I was completely speechless, and he looked away from me very quickly. 

"Forget I said anything, I know it's disgusting. I'm sorry." he said.

My expression dampened dramatically, and looked away from him. "I'm sorry, but... I just don't know." I stated.

He flipped back on the television, quickly turning it to some Bugs Bunny cartoon. I couldn't concentrate on the T.V. however, as my thoughts and eyes kept on drifting over to Ben. He had a very solid build, and I was seeing him in a completely different light than I was used to... I wanted him, sexually. My mind wrestled with different voices in my head. "It would just be an experiment though, wouldn't it?" I asked at last.

He turned back to me with a hopeful expression.

I took a deep breath. "All right, I'll do it." I said.

He stood up, towering at 5'11". He was wearing his football jersey, which hid a partially hairy chest with bulking muscles.

I was feeling a deep sense of danger, inhibition for this... but that voice wanted it so bad, I would at least try it. This couldn't do any harm to either of us. Could it?

He sat down beside me, as I edged away just slightly. My eyes gazed down at his groin, which was swelling up underneath his army pants. Ben wasn't wearing any underwear. Obviously he saw my enlarging dick, as his eyes were glued on that area. This was the closest we had physically and mentally been in a long time, and it was causing me some discomfort. 

He sensed my inhibitions. He leaned in a little bit closer, and started gently kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, pushing those feelings of disgust awya as best I could. I wanted to enjoy this.

It seemed to work, as my head slowly turned to face his again. I kissed his for head, and almost immediately he pulled up from my neck and went lip-to-lip. He forced his tongue in my mouth rather quickly, aggressively. I pulled back a bit in instinct, but he pushed forward. I felt a sense of danger, but that melted away my own lust grew to a point where I trying to get my tongue in his mouth.

Again, he took the next step. One of his hands slid up from under my shirt and started stroking my near hairless chest and stomach. I did the same in time, though he knew I was feeling uncertain. That didn't stop him.

He moved down lower as the heat was turned up, slipping below my jeans and underwear. 

I shuddered slightly as my dick felt his warm hand start fondeling and stroking, it felt very alien to my own hand. This was completely different.

He took his free and and placed it on my hand which was stroking his chest. He pulled it downward, and I felt hair, his pubic hair. A lot of it. Pulling me hand out from under the strap of his pants, he placed my hand onto his crotch, on top of the army pants, and pressed my hand down hard. I compliantly started groping it as best he could, rubbing it. A few seconds later I slipped it underneath the pants, and I could feel his enormous cock growing still.

He started rubbing harder, exploring every square inch of my cock, balls and sometimes my ass. Whenever he passed by my ass he would stick a finger up, swirled it quickly, then retreated before moving on. To my surprise I enjoyed this a lot, I enjoyed the sensations this entire experience was creating. I enjoyed what he was doing.

He pulled out his hand from me.

I started to do the same, but Ben applied more pressure to my hand telling me to keep pleasuring him. I did so, wondering what he was up to.

He started taking off his shirt. My eyes stared at his now revealed chest, perfectly layered and bulging with mustles... everything I wanted. After that he motioned for me to pull my hand away. In one quick motion he got up on the couch with his knees and swung over me, he bending his back to kiss me face to face. He straighted out, and now his crotch was just below my eye level. I was getting more excited than I ever had before, yet something was saying I didn't want to do this.

Again I tried to ignore it as I took my hands and started fondelling his ass and pressing his crotch area against my head. I knew what he wanted. I slowly undid the button and fly to his army pants, and gently pulled his giant 7" cock out of it's prison.

One hand placed on the wall just behind me and the other rubbing the back of my head, he moved forward slightly as I position my mouth. I placed my lips on the tip of his cock's head, sucking very gently. Apparently he didn't want that.

He pushed forward more, and his cock touched the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but surpressed the urge to do more gagging or to throw up. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, then back out, back in, back out...

My head was pressed against the back of the couch as he became more forceful at fucking my mouth. Along with pushing in and pulling out, he was using his hand to force my head in the appropriate directions. I felt a sense of no control, and kind of liking it. Ben was dominating, but I trusted him.

"Fuck... come one bitch, suck it..." he started saying as the pressure inside of him increased. He started grunting and moaning and getting even more aggressive as he came near. I tried to pull back because I knew he would cum any second, so that he cme on the carpet or somewhere we could clean it up.

But he wouldn't let that happen. He pushed my head further, and pushed his head in too, so that it was sliding down my throat. My noise was completely enveloped in his bush as I had completely swalled him.

He held it like that as he jerked slightly, spewing hot cum into my mouth. I tried to back up and get out as more of his man juices shot down my throat, but again he didn't want that.

He finished, and I started swallowing the cum so that it got down quickly. However, I found myself start to like the taste, even wanting him to shoot more. He pulled his soft dick out of my mouth, squeezing some last drops (about a teaspoon's worth) of cum onto his fingers. He then forced his fingers into my mouth, and I found myself happily swallowing what was left.

He got off of the couch then, grinning ear to ear. I found myself smiling uncontrollably too. He sat down on the floor, zipping his pants back up but leaving his shirt off. He had a develish grin on his face.

"Stand up." he commanded.

I did so, getting off of the couch and standing near the television where he could easily see me. I stood only 5'4", and my skin was pale and a bit less muscular than his. His eyes still were glued on me with amazing lust.

"Strip."

I started to do so, starting with my shirt. I did it nice and slowly as I saw he really liked that. I then pulled off my socks. I undid the button to my jeans and pulled down my fly, and slipped out of my pants. I was completely naked except for my boxers. I moved to take them off. 

He held up his hand to stop me. "Don't do it with your hands." he instructed.

I smiled and layed down flat on the floor, using my hands to push myself forward. I guessed that turned him. I slipped out of my boxers easily, ending up on my knees in front of Ben. For the first time I was completely naked in front of him, with a massive boner no less. For a moment I was afraid that he would laugh, that I wouldn't measure up to his expectations. Instead, he liked what he saw.

"All right, lay down." he said while taking off his pants.

I did so obediently, on my back. My dick was at a perfect 90.