Soda had always been the better looking of the two of us -especially with his move star good looks. The only brother I loved, well, at least the only person I loved in the world; even surpassing the love for my parents. I had always felt my love was different than that of typical brothers. One day as Soda and I walked down the street and some Soc in one of those expensive cars drove by and screamed "Greaser!" I nearly ran into the street after them. It pissed me off, my brother was better looking than anyone else in town; he was a Greaser by heart as was I, but I found it completely offensive to hear those words.
Later that night whilst Soda and I lay in our bed; my mind wandered back to the moment the expensive car drove. I was walking beside Soda, I usually tail behind him by a foot or two. I don't think I have to paint the picture as to why. He was amazingly beautiful from every angle. I turned on my side facing him. The moonlight cascaded through the window illuminating the room in silvery light.
The light made him look angelic, as he laid there, his breaths deep and regular is eyes closed lightly. He was dreaming, it must have been a pretty hot dream. I felt something poking me in the lower stomach. I hoped it was what I thought it was. I reached down slowly, the rustling of the sheets louder than I had ever realized. My hand found its way to the source of the poking. Behind the flimsy fabric of his underwear I could feel something; something very alive, something that seemed angry. I was overjoyed; I was touching my older brother's dick.
The size of it was just as amazing as the rest of him. I took in every detail as I slid my hand through the top of his waist belt and down the long shaft of his throbbing cock. After what seemed about a foot of throbbing shaft my hand rubbed against the softest thing I had ever felt, the head of his dick. My hand lingered for a moment, wiping the drool coming out of his piss slit, then traced its way back down the same path it had just came. His pubes greeted my hand as it rubbed around the base of his cock. Soda wasn't hairless and he wasn't hairy, somewhere in the middle. My fingers combed through the hair, probably leaving neat little rows.
My hand sank further south as it touched his sack. It wasn't long before my wandering hands felt a large egg sized mass, his balls were a lot larger than mine. I tried to cup them both in my hand, only to fail each time I tried. My hand found its way back to his shaft.
My own erection was straining painfully against my underwear. I was nowhere as big as he was, I imagined it hurt in a lot. I slipped his underwear off, the tenting decreased as his full length popped out. I knew what I was doing was completely wrong, but I was too into it to care. Besides: I fooled myself: I'm doing him a favor. The idea of what I was going to do next bounced around in my head for a minute or so.
I needed to see it. I really didn't NEED to see it; I really badly wanted to see it. I peeked my head under the covers, navigating past my own erection; I pulled bit of Soda's blanket up and stuck my head under. It was the middle of July, the house wasn't cool, but you still needed a blanket at night, we used sheets. The moonlight soaked through the thin material of the sheet, lighting the underneath. What I saw, will haunt me for the rest of my life. He was huge! His dick was thick, long, and as tan as the rest of him. His slit was still oozing the liquid. I wiped my finger through it once more, coating it. Without thinking I moved the finger to my mouth. My tongue wrestled my finger, licking it clean. The taste was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. I wanted more.
I lowered my head, twisting into an odd position that was straining my back. I was merely an inch away from his dick. I opened my mouth wide and tucked my lips over my teeth. I had no idea what I was doing. I was just going with the flow. My tongue came out to greet the soft tip. I licked it, savoring the taste for a moment before I savagely forced as much as I could in my mouth. His flesh tasted bunches better than it looked, if that is even possible. My tongue roamed his shaft like a drunk wandering the street trying to find his way home. My senses were heightened, my eyes adjusted to the dim light seeing the rows my fingers had traced in his pubes, my ears listening to make sure he wasn't waking up.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard his breathing catch in his throat mid breath. I jumped out of my skin when I heard him say, "Damn Pony."
I was caught red handed, I was screwed. My mouth drifted off his dick, I was waiting for him to hit me or something. Much to my relief his smiling face poked under the sheet, illuminated by the dim moonlight. The shadows of his cheekbones were resting on his jaw; he looked much older and much more handsome.
"Pony just what were you thinking?" He said somewhat sternly.
My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths were coming in short ragged gasps. I tried to say something, to no prevail.
"Pony?"
"I. . . Errrr. . ."
"You could have at least woken me up."
"W-w-what?" I stuttered.
He didn't say anything. I was afraid.
"Soda, I'm real sorry." I said as the tears streamed from my eyes.
"Why are you sorry?" Soda asked, "Best blowjob I have ever had."
"So you're not mad at me?" I asked in a sob.
"A little mad you didn't wake me up, but no I'm not mad."
I felt much better, the one person I loved most of all. The understanding brother, I could go to for anything. I wrapped my arms around his torso squeezing him tightly. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, behind the layers of muscle. My sobbing had stopped, the tears stopped, although a few fell from my eyes and ran down my cheeks.
His arms wrapped around me, hugging me the way he had when Mom and Dad had died, without the hollow feeling of loss.
"Pony?"
"What?" I asked gently in a near whisper.
"I love you."
"Soda, words cannot express what I want to say."
"Show me, actions speak louder than words."
My hand returned to his dick, which hadn't gone soft, and was throbbing harder than before. My fingers danced around his cock, showing him how I felt. A moan escaped his mouth. He turned his head slightly. His teeth met my earlobe as he nibbled. He kissed down my jaw line, or what jaw line I had. His kisses were sweet, moist, and his lips softer than velvet. My other ear lobe was introduced to his teeth as he nibbled on it. He kissed down the side of my neck, sending chills down my back. He kissed down my chest, his body pulling away from mine, pulling his dick out of my hand. He traced a T with his tongue from one of my nipples to the other than back halfway, and then down the center of my chest and torso. I could feel his breath rustling the blond hairs that made up my treasure trail. His warm breaths came in slow and deep motions. His mouth greeted my entrapped erection with a kiss on the head. His fingers slid through the waistband tugging them down slowly. I could see his face, he looked like a kid at Christmas opening a present, not knowing what to expect but hoping it's what they wanted.
I felt my underwear slipping past my knees as I felt his hot breath on my dick.
"Pony, you're huge!" he said with a smile.
"No I'm not." I said in disbelief.
"No, seriously."
"Still not as big as you." I said sadly.
"Don't worry, you'll be that big someday soon."
With that his tongue snapped out of his mouth onto the head of my dick. I moaned as contact was made. I never expected something could feel so good. Soda's cock dangled in front of my face. I took the head of his python into my mouth once again. With my hand I stroked whatever portion I couldn't get in my mouth. Soda's moans, although partially blocked by my tool in his mouth, were still audible. I knew I was doing well, and the vibrations from his moans felt amazing on my dick. I focused on his dick, fondling his balls with one hand, stroking his thick shaft with the other, and bobbing on what I could fit. I felt his dick swell, forcing a little bit more out of my mouth.
"Pony, I'm gonna cum." He said with urgency.
I sucked harder and stroked faster, hitting myself in the face a few times by mistake. His cock swelled a bit more, his breath caught in his throat, as his body shook as he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed without hesitation or much of a choice in the matter. His breathing resumed, the shaking quit and I had my mouth full of the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I hesitated to swallow; I wanted the taste to last forever.
I was forced to swallow the rest as my own climax neared, if I hadn't I might have choked on it. I moaned loudly as his teeth gingerly bit into me. His tongue attacked the tip of my dick like it was a piece of candy. I was getting close.
"I'm gonna soon." I warned.
He looked up at me. The smile in his eyes was unforgettable.
I emptied myself into his mouth seconds after we made eye contact. It was the largest load I had ever shot and he swallowed all of it. My dick went soft directly after he swallowed the last little bit of me. Panting, I crawled up beside him in the bed. We looked each other in the eye, seeing what I saw; I think I finally understand Soda.
He leaned in and kissed me lovingly on the lips, his teeth snagging my bottom lip. His tongue probed my mouth, I could taste bits of what I assumed was myself. He moaned into my mouth.
He broke the kiss a moment later.
"Pony, you're so beautiful."
"So are you." I replied as my head rested on the pillow, my hands firmly wrapped around his slender body.
We fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke in the morning, realizing that what we had done wasn't a dream; even though I thought and I assume he thought was an amazing dream.
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P.S. Be aware I own nothing but the plot of the story aforementioned, and I did use some of the same words, phrases, and such from the original book. (Which btw, I was using a school copy before, and today I went and bought a copy of my own, expect more Outsider Stories.) :)