Not So Little Brother – Chapter 2 (Alternate) by Freudian Slip: A Tantalizing Gay Sex Story of Forbidden Desires
A gay adult story: Not so little brother: Chapter 2 Alternate by Freudian Slip ,
I suggest that you read the first chapter of the story to get the background. This is an altered version of the original second chapter that I posted which I feel maintains the feel of the first chapter better. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy.I woke up the next morning confused. Did that really happen? Could that have happened? Neh. That’s just ridiculous… I opened my eyes. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was Steven. His hair was messy and he was naked from head to toe. Between his legs was the beautiful cock that I had sucked last night. It looked just as big as when he had first stripped down for his shower the previous night. FUCK!
Steven was brushing teeth while he watched me slowly enter the waking world. He paused brushing his teeth and sneered at me.
“Wakey, wakey slut. I hope you slept well; we’ve got a long, long day ahead of us.” As Steven said the word “long” he grabbed his cock and slowly pumped his fist along the length of his shaft. His beautiful foreskin retracted on the downward stroke.
“Shut up!” I half shouted, pissed, “I don’t know what you did to me last night but nothing’s fucking happening again.”
Steven briefly looked surprised by outburst but only for a second. Then the smirk returned to his face.
“I didn’t have to do anything to you,” He said sarcastically, “You took one look at my big cock and fell to your knees for the honor of sucking it and drinking my cum.”
He paused for a second, staring at my blank expression.
“Oh yeah, you drank my cum like the little whore you are and you loved every drop. That wasn’t a wet dream. Now get up and get dressed. Mom wants us to be downstairs in 20 minutes for breakfast.”
Steven put his toothbrush back in his mouth and turned around, walking back into the bathroom. I sat up in bed realizing that he was right. I had willingly sucked my little brother’s cock and I loved it. Am I gay? Steven spit the toothpaste out, rinsed his toothbrush, and walked out into the room.
“Did you hear what I said? Get the fuck up!”
Steven proceeded to start getting dressed. I got up and walked to the bathroom to take a piss. When I pulled my dick out of my pants I realized just pathetic my cock was compared to my little brother’s. Soft my dick was 3” hard at biggest. That couldn’t even begin to compare to the 6 inches that was swinging between my brother’s legs. I sighed and started to piss. Outside, in the room, I could hear Steven laughing.
“Do you need tweezers to hold that thing?”
“Fucking douche,” I said under my breath.
I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth before heading out into the room. Steven sat on the bed tying his shoes. I walked to my suitcase and took out clothes for the day. I took off my boxers and quickly changed into the clean ones.
“Awwww…not gonna let your little dick hang out?” he snorted, “Not like it actually hangs anyway.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I think you’ll find that it will be the other way around. Not like you could actually do anything with your pathetic excuse for a penis.”
What? I put on the rest of my clothes in a flurry and sat down to tie my shoes. When I was ready Steven and I walked downstairs to breakfast, my head a little lower than normal. Our parents were none the wiser to the events which had unfolded the night before.
We spent the day at Islands of Adventure. We rode all the rides and everyone else; mom, dad, and Steven; all had a great time. I had a hard time dealing with everything. How had the events last night so completely changed the dynamics between me and my brother? Did he really mean what he had hinted at? Did he really think he was going to fuck me? There’s no way in Hell that was going to happen.
My parents didn’t like roller coasters. While Steven and I rode The Hulk my parents waited by the entrance for us. We sat next to each other and waited for the ride to begin. I was anxious already and the coming ride didn’t help. As the ride slowly crept up the tunnel I could see my brother rubbing the bulge running down his right leg… My cock stirred a little in my pants. Fuck. Even as fucked up as this whole situation was it was still turning me on.
After a long day at the park we headed out for a nice family dinner. My dad said that it was a vacation so not to worry about the price. I took him at his word and ordered a nice NY strip, determined not to let the whole situation. I was going to enjoy my fucking steak. After some small talk our food finally arrived and the waiter put my steak in front of me.
“That’s a big piece of meat,” Steven said nonchalantly
“That is pretty big Charlie,” my mom chimed in, “Better cut it into small pieces.”
“I know how to eat,” I quipped, “Sorry.”
Damnit…I couldn’t let this bother me.
Mom looked at me quickly, smiled, and started eating her food. We sat in silence for the rest of the meal and ate. I felt bad. As shitty as I felt sitting there in silence it was better than the alternative. The longer we sat there the longer it would be until Steven and I were once again alone in our room.
We returned to the hotel room and we separated ways. Our parents went to their room and Steven and I went to ours. As we walked back to our room I avoided looking at Steven though I could tell he was looking at me. I could only guess what was going through his mind. We reached the room and Steven opened the door and let me in ahead of him.
“You can shower first bitch,” Steven said as he flopped down onto the bed and kicked off his shoes. He picked up the remote and switched on the TV.
I kinda half-nodded and started to strip down. It wasn’t worth the effort to even hide my dick anymore. Steven knew what my dick looked like and knew that I was now ashamed of my size. What else could he do? My spirit was already broken. I took off my boxers, threw them in my pile of dirty laundry, and headed for the bathroom. Steven barely gave me a second glance as I walked past him and into the bathroom.
“Have fun”
“Hahaha. Fuck you!”
Why am I letting him get to me? I shut the door and turned the shower on. As the water warmed up I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t a bad looking guy. Yeah, I had a small dick, I’ll admit that, but most people didn’t see that. My face was nice. Hell, I was kinda cute. Now, I really couldn’t grow facial hair, but most guys in my grade couldn’t either. As tendrils of steam started to obscure the mirror I figured it was time to get in.
I took my time in the shower. Just like dinner, I wanted to postpone the eventuality of me and Steven alone… with his cock. And still, it was kinda hot. In my mind’s eye I could see Steven’s cock as it appeared the night before as I was on my knees. I could see the thick, veiny shaft, the large head, and a thick glob of precum oozing out of his piss slit. I licked my lips. My cock started to get hard. I remembered that as hard as I had been the night before, as much precum as I had produced, I hadn’t cum. I felt a slight ache in my balls and yet, I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t want the image of my brother’s cock to be what I jacked off to. Ignoring my erection I washed myself, turned off the shower, and got out.