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I let myself into Aaron's room, hearing his slow, rhythmic breathing. With the help of the moonlight spilling in through the unshaded window, I could see the glow of Aaron's soft, smooth skin against the bed sheets. He'd taken off his sweatpants and was just wearing a pair of black, silk boxers that served to highlight the pale near-whiteness of his only slightly tanned form.
I sat down on the bed next to him, whispering his name, but there was no response. He merely lay there on his back, hands behind his head revealing light tufts of blond-brown down on his armpits.
I sat there for what seemed like forever before I lightly touched the back of my hand to one of his sallow, sunken cheeks, feeling the smoothness and warmth of his skin. I slowly stroked his cheek, and in time he leaned into my caresses ever so slightly, but otherwise there was no change in his sleeping form.
Eventually, I worked up the nerve to lay a trembling hand on one of his mildly defined pecs, letting it rest there for a long time while I calmed myself. Eventually, I began kneading his pec ever so gently, and then, after awhile, playing with his perfect dark-pink nipple, which hardened under my soft and passionate ministrations.
I worked up the courage to trace my way down his smooth chest to his firm abs and hairless stomach, pausing for a long time at the top of his boxers. It took me several minutes to work up the courage to slip my hand under the waistband of his boxers and push further south.
I was surprised that I encountered no pubic hair, indeed, he was completely smooth all the way down, until I held his flaccid penis gently in my hand. I began to squeeze gently at his boy-man cock and was almost immediately rewarded by it thickening and lengthening, growing in response to my gentle touch.
I couldn't resist, I needed to see what my hand had brought to life, and I slowly, gently eased his boxers down until his glory could be revealed. The pale, beautiful cock I found before me was 7 or more inches long, pale, thin and curved a bit to the right and up, the head was very large compared to the rest of his penis and a dark pink. His balls were large, hairless and hung loosely between his legs, inviting touch.
I glanced to Aaron's face, afraid of what I was doing, knowing I should stop but finding myself unable to control my desire. By this time, I was unbelievably hard myself. While Aaron was a match for me in length, I knew I was easily almost twice as thick, though instead of being straight and even along its length, my cock tapered from the base to a somewhat smaller head.
But it was hardly my own aching, throbbing member that I was interested in. Waves of guilt and confusion washed over me. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be doing this. Fuck, this was my little brother, someone I had fought to protect, whom I loved more than anything else in my life, and yet here I was, secretly in his room as he slept, unable to stop squeezing his hardening cock.
Aaron's breathing remained unchanged. Eventually I worked up the courage to begin stroking his penis with my index finger. Starting at the base, I slowly traced my way up the swollen underside until I reached his engorged head. I traced my finger around the hard, defined underside of his glans, circling it a half dozen times before following the cleft on the underside up to the opening that was starting to secrete copious amounts of precum.
I swirled the clear fluid around for awhile until my finger was coated. Then I brought it to my mouth, sucking Aaron's sexual fluid off my finger, tasting the sweet nectar of my little brother's arousal. I was in heaven. I couldn't control my actions. I was torn, not between right and wrong, but between whether I should continue to feel up that irresistible cock or proceed on to his pendulous balls.
The new and unexplored won out. I cupped his hairless and massive ball sac in my hand, feeling the weight and the dampness of his large, smooth scrotum. As I lightly grasped his impressive flesh in my hand, my middle finger, slightly longer than the rest, came to rest on the bulge of his prostate.
I couldn't help following the smooth, hard ridge until it found the tightly puckered closing of his anus. I was amazed at how soft and smooth the opening to his boy pussy was. Surely no cock had ever penetrated it. The feel of his virgin asshole made my precum flow at unprecedented levels, soaking my underwear to the point wear the dark stain was unmistakable, even in the dim moonlight.
I glanced up at his serenely composed face. He was breathing shallowly, seemingly in deep sleep. Then he moaned softly, bringing his left knee up until his leg was crooked, revealing the pale and hairless inside of his smooth thigh and making his tight boy bud even more accessible, despite his boxers now stretched between his left foreleg and right thigh.
I froze, afraid that I'd awoken him, holding my breath for what seemed like forever. Several minutes went by before my lust and curiosity overcame my fear. I began to slowly stroke his magnificent cock, starting at the base where it met his soft, loose sac and continuing up along its underside to his swollen head. For several minutes this continued until I couldn't stop myself.
I leaned in hesitantly; trying to control the trembling that resulted from a combination of my fear and desire. Showing an unexpected amount of restraint, I didn't swallow his perfect cock they way I wanted to. Instead, I brought my face close to his loose sac, breathing in the smell of teenage boy musk, inhaling deeply. I began by blowing gently on his loose-hanging balls, my warm breath caressing the emblems of his manhood. Slowly, ever so slowly, I worked my way north, allowing my breath to envelop his hard, beautiful penis inch by inch until I'd passed his head and was breathing nervously onto his hairless abdomen.
I couldn't stop myself any longer, I opened my mouth, sheathed my teeth behind my lips and swallowed him whole. I had plenty of covert experience with men, starting with my pig of a former manager, Lou Pearlman, then with my band mate Howie Dorough. The number of guys I'd had discrete "encounters" with since then I couldn't count. But I'd never loved any of them. Yeah, I'd liked Howie, and Greg Raposo, who opened for me during my solo tour was fun as hell, just way too self-absorbed. But Aaron was the person I cared more about than anyone else on the planet. I'd even gotten a secret guilty thrill out of imagining him with Paris, though I was pretty sure they'd never done anything more than go to dinner ... still, the idea of Aaron with someone I'd been intimate with was arousing.
There I was, the entirety of Aaron's cock in my mouth and throat, my nose pressed firmly against smooth stomach, my tongue flicking around the base of his penis, traversing from loose sac to the hardened ridge at the base of his cock. And as much as I loved having all of him inside me, I knew this wasn't they way to give him maximum pleasure - and after all, even asleep it was clear he was capable of enjoying my attention.
I slowly slid up his rigid penis, my lips hard enough to create sensation, my tongue exploring every millimeter of his cock. Finally I reached his huge, engorged head and I went to work. I grabbed the base of his dick with my left hand, holding it tightly between thumb and forefinger while massaging his smooth balls with the rest of my fingers. Locking my lips on his cock, I started to slowly bob up and down on the top few inches while using my practiced tongue to massage his glans and slit. I was shocked by the amount of precum spilling from the tip of his cock. As much as I love cum, precum is nectar compared to water. I could almost imagine him being able to press his cock into an ass -- my ass -- needing not even a spot of lubrication. That copious seepage was merely icing on the cake, an unexpected sweetness that made my uncontrollable flicking and licking of his head that much more unstoppable.
For an indeterminate period of time, I remained, my lips sliding along Aaron's top three inches, my tongue roughly and strenuously massaging his head while slurping in his boy juice, almost completely forgetting how horrible the thing I was doing was.
It startled the hell out of me when it happened. One of Aaron's bony, strong hands slid into my loose blond hair and then grabbed, pushing me down onto his cock. While gagging wasn't really an issue, actually being able to pleasure him was, so I resisted, straining my neck muscles to his stringy, teenage arms were only able to control the pace of the blow job and not the quality.
He started to moan, his breath coming more irregularly and sharply. I reached my free hand into my shorts and started to stroke my thick iron that demanded release. As Aaron's force on my head grew stronger, his breath became more ragged and my strokes on my own cock became quicker and harder.
I was alternating taking all of his length down my throat while furiously working my tongue around along and over the ridge of his head on the upstrokes, trying to combine deep-throating while still giving his head the attention that makes a blow job almost as good as a fuck.
Though I didn't think it possible, Aaron grew even harder and his head swelled to an unbelievable size and hardness. His steady pressure on the back of my head was now supplemented by vigorous thrusts of his hips so that as much as I tried, I no longer had any semblance of control. My little brother was fucking my face, forcing himself deep into my throat at a faster and faster pace. My spittle was flowing freely and not only coated his bloated cock, but was running down his balls and thighs, covering my chin and dropping copiously onto him and the bed.
His moans were steadily becoming louder until, quite suddenly, the force on the back of my head became far stronger, every muscle in his arms pushing down as he thrust up hard with his thing, pale pelvis, the full force of his dancer's thighs behind it.
There I was, my mouth and throat impaled on his hard, throbbing cock as suddenly wave after wave of cum was pumped directly into my throat. As he came, Aaron grabbed a handful of hair with each hand, squeezing so tightly a small part of my mind feared he might rip it out.
And then, it was over. Aaron yanked my head back and pushed me away. I was surprised at the strength of his thin, sinewy arms. I fell back on the bed, my hand still clutched around my cock, on the verge of spilling my own load. I looked at Aaron's face, expecting to see the dreamy, satisfied state of pleasure I'd seen on so many lovers' faces. Instead, he looked sick. Free of me, he bolted for the door, naked. He ran from the room, and I could hear the nearby bathroom door slam.
Dazed, I followed, pulling my shorts up, though they were completely incapable of hiding the bulge of my fully erect penis. As I neared the bathroom, I heard the unmistakable sound of retching. I froze for a moment, wanting to comfort my brother ... and then fled to my room.
I apologize for the length of time between chapters, but I do intend to carry this forward. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated, and I'm sorry I haven't written back yet to those who expressed their enjoyment of the first chapter. Please feel free to contact me at bryboiblue@gmail.com