Oh, Brother of Mine!
by Wes Cranston


FOREWORD 

Compulsive behavior is defined by psychologists as a strong, usually 
irresistible impulse to perform an act that is contrary to the will of the 
subject-and is often self-destructive. And nowhere is the destructiveness of 
compulsive behavior more apparent than in sexual obsession, where the desire 
to possess an unattainable person frequently overrides rational judgment. 

Brandon Nelson is a gentle and otherwise sensible young man who is 
infatuated by his older brother, Cary. His love for his brother blinds young 
Brandon to Cary's many faults. Cary, a self-centered and coldly calculating 
individual, feeds on Brandon's adoration and generosity, taking everything 
and giving very little in return. 

OH, BROTHER OF MINE! is the story of thankless and often abusive brother. 
This is fiction for entertainment, but it also provides rare insight into 
one of the seldom-recognized realities of sexual obsession-that it takes two 
to play the game. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Brandon Nelson's heart skipped a beat when he thought about his big brother 
coming home after his hitch in the Marine Corps. All he could think of was 
Cary with his discharge papers in hand. 

Brandon had some horny memories of his older brother. Once, when he was just 
a kid, Brandon had wrestled with Cary. They were just messing around, but 
he'd felt Cary's hard cock rub against his stomach. 

Cary was breathing hard when he pulled down Brandon's pants and pressed his 
stiff cock between the boy's legs. 

Brandon felt his big brother's fiery prick rub between his legs. Suddenly 
the cock exploded, spurting hot, sticky cum on Brandon's smooth thighs and 
hairless crotch. 

They heard their folks' car in the driveway, and Cary pulled up his pants 
and told his little brother to do the same. Cary said if Brandon told on him 
that he'd beat the shit out of him. 

Brandon knew that was no idle threat. That night he felt the sticky cum on 
his thighs and balls like glue. 

His own cock was big and it felt good to pull it like Stacy Leach had showed 
him while sitting on the toilet at school. Stacy had hair around his uncut 
prick and his cockhead got all red when he jerked off. 

All Brandon ever got was a buzz feeling out of his cock that would then go 
soft. He couldn't shoot any jizz like his big brother. 

Brandon's other horny memory of his big brother happened when they were 
taking a shower after going to the beach. 

Cary's cock got all hard when he soaped his crotch. So did Brandon's. 

He figured Cary wanted to come between his legs again and that was fine. 
He'd let his brother squirt his cum on his thighs and crotch. In fact, 
Bandon thought it would be horny to beat his meat all lubed with his 
brother's cum. 

Cary had other ides. And Brandon was scared when his brother forced his cock 
into Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon was nervous, but his cock was hard as a rock. His unexperienced 
mouth bit Cary's big veiny fucker. 

Cary slapped him so hard it made his teeth rattle, but his cock still 
throbbed. 

Cary's cock tasted like soap as he forced it down his little brother's 
throat again. He held Brandon's head and pumped his prick in and out of 
Brandon's mouth until his jaws ached. 

Cary moaned and tensed his legs. Then he shot off, flooding Brandon's mouth 
with salty jizz. 

Brandon actually saw stars when the cock exploded down his throat. He was 
crying from being choked by his brother's cock. 

Cary gently held his young brother and kissed him on the lips, something 
he'd never done before. 

Brandon whimpered and his cock raged. He thought he'd die when he felt his 
big brother's lips fastened around his cock. 

Brandon rubbed his brother's wet hair while Cary sucked him. He felt a rush 
like he'd never felt before, a deep ache in the balls, an electric feeling 
in his cock, and some slimy stuff actually shot out of his cock into his big 
brother's mouth. 

Cary enlisted in the Marine corps later that summer. 

Brandon idolized his handsome big brother. Everyone in Pleasant Valley said 
that he was the spitting image of his older brother and Brandon loved that. 

When Cary came home on leave after boot camp in San Diego, they had fun. He 
was so proud of his brother and wanted to be a Marine just like Cary. 

Cary was trained to be an MP and worked as a guard. 

Brandon didn't see much of his brother while he was in the 
Marines-especially after Cary and their father had a big argument when their 
father caught them smoking a joint when Cary was home on leave. 

Brandon worshipped his big brother. He knew he was different from the other 
boys at Pleasant Valley High in the small northern California town near San 
Jose. He wasn't interested in girls so he checked out the equipment of his 
buddies in the locker room at school. But none compared to his big brother. 

The less he saw of Cary, the more Brandon idolized him. He couldn't come 
jacking off unless he thought about Cary shooting jizz between his legs or 
unless he fantasized about sucking his big brother's cock or getting blown 
by him. 

Even when Cary was stationed at Treasure Island, he didn't come home on 
leave. 

That was stupid about the rift between dad and him. Brandon said so, but his 
father said that Cary was a bad influence because he used dope. His father 
said that Cary tried to reenlist but they wouldn't take him. 

With nowhere else to go, Cary was coming home to Pleasant Valley. His father 
made it clear that Cary would have to behave himself. 

Brandon marked off the days on the calendar until his big brother would come 
homethe Fourth of July weekend. And they'd have plenty to celebrate! 

He counted the days and jacked off the nights, just waiting to see his big 
brother again. 

It was always the same. He saw his big brother naked. Cary might slap him 
around some, but they ended up fucking. Brandon yearned to taste his 
brother's cock again-and he was saving his cherry ass just for his big 
brother's prick. 

The Fourth of July weekend finally rolled around. Pleasant Valley was 
usually a sleepy town. But this weekend the kids were already shooting off 
firecrackers in the streets to celebrate Independence Day. 

Brandon met his brother at the bus station. He expected to see Cary wearing 
his butch Marine uniform. Instead Cary was wearing faded Levi's and a short 
sleeve shirt with tufts of hair peeking through the open collar. The ample 
crotch bulge revealed that this was a hung stud. 

They shook hands and hugged each other. Brandon kissed his brother's neck 
and didn't care who saw it. 

Cary got his duffel bag and suitcase and they took a cab home. 

When the cabbie found out that Cary was a Marine, it must have triggered his 
own past because he swore a blue streak and rambled on about oriental 
broads. 

At home, Sharon Nelson made a big fuss over her firstborn. She had always 
liked Cary best. Supper was baked ham and sweet potatoes because that was 
Cary's favorite meal. His mother had even fixed up his old room with new 
curtains and a bouquet of flowers. 

Wade Nelson sort of relaxed after Cary and he split a six-pack of beer. 
Damn, Brandon thought, mom made him drink Coke. But he was high on just 
being around his big brother. 

He kept staring at him, but Cary didn't mind. Cary just winked and called 
him dude and stud, which made him feel like a million. 

Wade Nelson worked for the Southern Pacific railroad. He was kind of quiet 
and let mom raise the boys. He'd taken them fishing and camping when they 
were little, and they played baseball and touch football in the backyard, 
and hat a baseketball hoop over the garage door. 

Cary was athletic and liked the outdoors. He was a lot like his dad and just 
as stubborn. Dad had wanted Cary to play high school sports and he had been 
good enough. But Cary had been crazy about cars and got a job at a gas 
station instead. 

No way could dad live his dreams of athletic glory through Brandon. He was 
sort of a bookworm. But mom was pleased with his school grades and she 
figured he might even be the first Nelson to go to college. 

Dad let Brandon have the family's silver Mustang so that Cary and he could 
go to a drive-in movie. Brandon had just gotten his license but their dad 
still figured he was more responsible and would drive more carefully than 
Cary. 

The Nelson boys drove to San Jose. Cary had Brandon stop at a liquor store 
so he could get some smokes. He not only got some smokes, but a couple 
six-packs of Miller's beer. 

Cary wanted to go see the Charles Bronson flick, "Death Wish II." He said 
something about how maybe Bronson would kill off all the cast in "Death Wish 
I." 

They drank beer and watched the movie that started after sundown. Brandon 
had never seen so much violence in all the junk TV shows he'd ever watched. 
Bronson was the most macho actor he'd ever seen! Cary had seen lots of his 
movies and said Bronson was a major star in Europe. 

The co-feature was some shit kicker western. It was late and the crowd 
thinned down. 

Cary pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it. They passed the grass back 
and forth. Brandon felt so good being with Cary. He had so many things he'd 
planned to tell him, some town gossip, some dirty stories he'd heard, lots 
of things. But he felt so mellow just in his presence. 

"How's your love life, Brandon?" Cary asked suddenly. "Huh?" 

His love life consisted of his good right hand. When he was really horny, he 
could jerk off four or five times a day-with Cary always the star of his 
jack-off fantasies. 

"Have you got a girlfriend?" 

"No one special." 

"Does Judy Jones still have the hots for you?" 

"Naw, we're just friends." Cary wouldn't believe how fat Judy's baby fat had 
all settled in her tits. Now she was the most popular girl in the junior 
class! 

"I've gone some different fucking routes, being a Marine." 

"Like what?" Brandon was already getting a hard-on. "I'll bet women really 
love your big cock." 

"Your big butch Marine brother is gay." Brandon thought he was just loaded 
and hearing things. "Say what?" 

"I'm queer," Cary sid calmly. 

"You ain't no sissy." 

"The gay lib movement has gone macho." 

Brandon didn't really understand all that Cary said, but he knew he had a 
roaring hard-on. He never thought about the label faggot too much, but he 
sure had the hots for his big brother. 

"Sex is sex." 

"The Marine Corps builds men, that's true. And I love men. I think they're 
more passionate, there's more you can do with a dude than a chick." 

"Like what?" Brandon was almost ready to cream his jeans. 

"Suck, fuck, rim, jerk. Remember when we fooled around?" 

"Yeah, sort of." Jesus, Brandon thought, he never forgot one detail! 

"There's much more." 

Brandon's hand reached across the bucket seat, and he brazenly groped his 
big brother. Cary's cock was hard as a rock. 

"You're as horny as I was when I was your age, stud." 

Brandon unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and freed his big cock. It was thicker 
around and stiffer than he remembered. 

The car windows were all fogged up from smoke and their breath. 

Brandon licked the big spongy cockhead. 

Cary leaned back in the seat and moaned. 

"Oh, Brother. Hunky little brother. Suck my cock." 

Brandon fastened his lips around his brother's fat cock. He was doing what 
he'd dreamed of doing again for so long. Not just sucking cock, but sucking 
his big brother's cock. 

Cary rubbed Brandon's hair while he deep-throated the prick down to those 
big hairy nuts. He felt the wiry pubic bush tickle his nose and this time he 
was careful not to bite him. 

"Oh, Brandon. Hot little chicken brother sucking my prick. Ohhh. Ummm." 

Brandon was leaking pre-cum and he reached inside his own shorts and 
squeezed his cock. He beat his meat in rhythm to sucking his brother's cock. 

"Oh, Baby Brother. Oooh." 

Brandon held the massive, veiny shaft of Cary's hard-on in his left hand. He 
bobbed his head up and down on the bulbous cockhead. 

With his right hand, Brandon continued jacking himself off. 

"Aw, fuck. Oh Jesus! I'm coming-" 

Brandon gulped the hot salty cum that spewed out of his brother's cock, 
buckets of butch Marine brother's fuckjuice. 

"Ohhhhh!" Cary moaned. 

Brandon's own slimy cum spurted all over his hand. Holding his brother's 
cock in one hand, his own cock in the other hand, Brandon was secretly 
pleased to see that his own prick was just as big and just as thick as his 
brother's even if his cum-load wasn't as much. He figured that he'd jacked 
off when he woke up, while the cum was just stored up in Cary's balls. 

Actually about the only difference Brandon figured between Cary and him was 
that Cary had a hairy bod while his own body was smooth and silky. They had 
the same curly brown hair as their father, the same blue-green eyes as their 
mother. 

Neither one of their big cocks softened. 

"Oh Cary, I want you to fuck me in the ass. Do it, Brother." 

"Nothing I'd like better than to fuck that tender little butt of yours. 
You've never been fucked before, have you?" 

"No, never. I saved my cherry ass just for your cock. Do it, Cary. Fuck me 
in the ass." 

Brandon pulled down his Levi's with his left hand. He saved the cum he'd 
shot off into his right hand and smeared it between his ass-cheeks. Then he 
lay between the bucket seats. 

Cary mounted his little brother's ass, which was milky white below the 
waistline, all smooth and sexy, an ass that was made to be fucked. 

Brandon let out a small scream when the big cock pushed past his sphincter. 
It hurt like hell, so much more than poking a finger up his ass-hole the way 
he sometimes did when he beat his meat. 

Cary was gentle and took it easy until the sphincter stretched to 
accommodate his big cock. 

All the pain of entry turned to electric, tingling pleasure when Cary pumped 
his prick into the tight, virgin fuck-hole. 

Brandon was overwhelmed. He was finally getting his ass fucked, stuffed with 
hard cock, the hard cock of his brother. 

Brandon bucked back at the stiff cock that rammed in and out of his snug 
ass-hole. 

"Oh Cary. Fuck me. More. More. I love it. I love your big prick up my ass!" 

Cary's cock became steely hard. His big nuts banged against his brother's 
ass-cheeks. He plunged his prick in to the hilt. 

"Oh God. Jesus Christ! Oh fuck! I can feel it. Horny Marine brother shooting 
his wad up my ass! Aw, shit! Ohhh! Ahhh!" 

Brandon's cock throbbed. He was so hot, and he could feel his brother's cum 
squish around inside his guts. 

Cary slowly removed his cock from his little brother's ass. He rolled 
Brandon over and just in time he went down on his little brother's shooting 
cock. 

Brandon clamped his hands around his brother's head and shoved his exploding 
cock deep into the hungry marine's throat. He felt jizz drip out of his 
ass-hole. 

"Oh shit, man. I never knew fucking could be so good." 

"Oh, my ass is sore!" 

Brandon touched his abused ass-hole. In the moonlight, he looked at the 
creamy cum mixed with a drop of blood from the goo that leaked out of his 
butt. 

"You took it like a man," Cary said. 

Brandon leaned over and kissed his brother on the lips. 

Cary pushed him away and slapped him. 

"Why did you do that?" Brandon asked, hurt. 

"Don't get mushy with me. I'm still your big brother and what I say goes." 

"Okay, Cary." 

"That's more like it, punk. Now open me another beer and let's see what 
those cowboys in the movie are up to." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

On the Fourth of July holiday Cary took Brandon to the Alameda County Fair. 

It was sunny and hot. They took off their shirts. 

Brandon thought a bare-chested hunk like his brother was one of the sexiest 
sights there was. Cary had a spider web of hair on his solid chest, hair 
that swirled around his nipples, and a thick patch that led from his 
bellybutton to his crotch. 

Brandon's body hair was under his armpits and his pubic bush. Otherwise he 
was smooth and suntanned, except for the chalky outline underneath his 
Speedos. 

Cary was in a hurry, excited about getting to the horse races. 

Brandon had never been to a racetrack before. He stood on the blacktop and 
watched the post parade, the sleek thoroughbreds with their lead ponies, the 
colorful jockey silks. Many of the riders were just teenagers like himself. 

Cary returned from the betting window with a ticket. He also had two foamy 
beers in paper cups. 

"Who'd you bet on?" Brandon looked at the odds flashing on the tote board in 
the infield. "Everybody." 

"What?" 

"It's the daily double. These are maidens, non-winners. So I wheeled them to 
Red Falcon, a distance horse in the next race that I won on when I went to 
Golden Gate Fields." 

"Don't you use the 'Racing Form' to handicap races?" 

"Naw, I tried that. It's just a bunch of facts. Horses are flesh and blood 
creatures. They don't run the way they're supposed to run on paper. Besides, 
there are betting barns and horses that win only when the right money is on 
them." 

"You know a lot about racing." 

"It cost me plenty to learn what I know. Observation is the edge I used when 
I won at Golden Gate. The bottom line is that it's all luck." 

Brandon watched the horses load in the starting gate. The flag was up. The 
bell rang. The gravelly voiced track announcer said, "They're off and 
running-" 

Two horses burned up on the pace. In the stretch where the real running 
happens, three horses finished with their noses on the wire. It was a photo 
finish. 

Foggy Fellow was declared the winner and paid boxcar odds. If Red Falcon won 
the second half of the double, the payoff would be three hundred dollars. 

Brandon watched the number five horse, Red Falcon, break last and trail the 
full field running a mile and one-eighth. 

"Don't worry," Cary said. "He's a come from behind horse." 

Brandon watched the red saddle cloth of Red Falcon when the horse flew down 
the stretch. By now he was yelling for the horse to open up. 

Red Falcon overtook the tiring horses in the stretch and drew two lengths 
clear of the field. 

Brandon came to life like his brother, and they cashed in the winning 
ticket. 

Cary made some fifty-dollar win bets. He was blessed because he cashed 
tickets on three more races. When the feature stakes race rolled around, 
Cary's bankroll was padded to five hundred bucks. 

"Who's the best horse in the stakes?" 

"No question about it, Make Him Famous." 

"He's at even-money," Brandon said, noting the tote. 

"Usually the favorite stiffs. But Make Him Famous has the pace all to 
himself. He's the only speed. He'll never look back. He's the star of the 
fair circuit. Just watch." 

Brandon gulped when he saw Cary bet his whole five hundred dollar bankroll 
on the favorite. 

Make Him Famous broke on top. 

"God, those fractions are fast," Cary said. 

Brandon kept his eyes riveted to the blue saddle cloth on number three. Make 
Him Famous drew clear in the stretch and won by a dozen lengths. Brandon was 
screaming and jumping up and down. He excitedly kissed his brother on the 
cheek. 

They left the track with over a thousand dollars. Brandon had never seen 
that much cash before. He was sort of afraid they'd get robbed, but there 
were uniformed cops all over the grounds. 

"How do you feel, Cary." 

"Like I just got my rocks off. Man, I feel better than that when I get a big 
winner!" 

Brandon felt high off the winnings and beer, but not as good as he did when 
his brother fucked him. 

They walked around the midway. Cary drank beer and watched while Brandon 
went on some of the cheap thrill rides. 

Cary was an expert marksman and won a teddy bear for his little brother. 

They drank beer and looked at the livestock. They fed a stray dog some beer, 
talked to the bulls, sheep, chickens, rabbits and ducks. 

They ate all kinds of junk food until Brandon had to go take a shit. 

Cary found a spot on the block of grass outside the track. There were lots 
of picpanties and people waiting for the fireworks display to celebrate the 
Fourth of July. 

Brandon headed for the shithouse. He sat in the end stall and emptied his 
bowels of the junk food and pissed out the watered-down beer. 

He sat on the throne, leaned forward and wiped his ass. He didn't know when 
he'd ever had so much fun. Cary was really a lucky dude. 

Brandon heard some heavy breathing from the stall next to him. He'd noticed 
the large rectangular hole, but paid no attention to it until now. 

Someone was sitting on the throne in the next stall. He could see the guy's 
hand between his legs. The guy removed his hand and his stiff ample cock 
sprang up. The guy rubbed the skin up and down over his rosy cockhead. 

Brandon leaned over and looked through the large hole in the partition. To 
his surprise, he saw a young blonde boy who was jacking off. 

Brandon's own cock stiffened. It was like a challenge, how some dude 
challenges another with his car at a stoplight. Only this was sort of a 
jack-off challenge, to see who could come first. 

Brandon watched the blonde boy beat his meat. He jerked his own prick with 
the same quick rhythm. A drop of pre-cum leaked from his piss slit. 

That excited the boy in the next stall because he knelt down on the floor at 
the glory hole and opened his mouth. 

"Let me suck it, man." 

Why not? Brandon figured. He could see the kid drooling at the mouth and 
still beating his meat. 

Brandon stood up and poked his prick right into the eager hot mouth. The 
blonde boy sucked hungrily on Brandon's big cock. 

"Oh yeah. Suck it, kid," Brandon moaned. 

The danger of getting caught while getting a blow-job in a public toilet 
made it even more exciting. 

Brandon thrust his cock all the way down this blonde punk's throat. He 
wanted to come in this kid's mouth. He pumped faster and faster. 

His cock was rock hard and it exploded. The power of the orgasm caught the 
teenaged cock-sucker by surprise. 

The blonde gagged and Brandon's shooting cock fell out of the kid's mouth. 
Gobs of hot cum splattered on the kid's face. The kid eagerly licked his 
chops. 

"I gotta go," the blonde kid said, and hurriedly pulled up his pants and 
left. 

Brandon sat back down on the throne. He saw the drops of cum on the floor 
under the partition where the kid had shot his wad while sucking him. 

He ran his finger in the fuckjuice and tasted it. The blonde kid's cum was 
creamy and sweet. 

He scooped up the drops of cum and lubed his hard cock with the blonde kid's 
cum. 

He closed his eyes and stroked his prick. He loved his brother Cary with all 
his heart, but the hot blow-job from the blonde kid was a thrill. 

"Put it up my ass, man." 

Brandon opened his eyes and looked through the glory hole. It was the same 
blonde kid, back again. 

"Hurry up, before my old man comes looking for me. I told him I had the 
runs." 

Brandon stood up and pushed his cum-lubed prick right into the puckered 
hole. 

The blonde kid bucked back at the partition. 

The kid's ass was hot and tight. This was Brandon's first piece of ass. He 
pumped his prick in and out of the boy's hot ass-hole. 

"Do it, man. Come in my ass." 

Brandon was beyond the point of no return. He was fucking his first ass, a 
kid he'd never seen before. 

"Oh Jesus, here it comes! Take it, blonde punk." 

Brandon blasted a wad of hot cock juice into the kid's tight ass-hole. The 
kid clamped his ass tightly around the spurting prick and squeezed all the 
cum it could out of Brandon's balls. 

Brandon's cock slurped out of the kid's ass. He could see his sticky cum 
glistening on the kid's asscrack. 

"What's your name?" 

"Shannon." 

Brandon wanted to know this hot blonde punk better, and maybe see him again 
sometime. 

The blonde kid got down on his knees at the partition on the other side of 
his stall. 

Brandon watched the blonde kid's hair bounce while he sucked another man's 
cock through the glory hole on the other side. He saw his cum draining out 
of the kid's ass, streaking his thighs. 

Brandon pulled up his Levi's and left. 

Brandon and Cary drank beer and watched the fireworks display light up the 
sky. 

On the way home Brandon asked his older brother, "How did you learn about 
gay sex?" 

"By doing it," Cary said. 

"When was your first time?" 

"When I got out of boot camp. I was hitchhiking, and this man picked me up. 
He talked about his wife and kids, so I never suspected what he wanted." 

"Did you do it in the car?" 

"No, we didn't do it in the fucking car! He got a motel room in Fresno. I 
was hot and horny from the long ride, so I jerked off in the shower. When I 
lay on the bed in my shorts, he started to give me a massage. Well, I got a 
roaring hard-on. He turned me over to rub my chest and I shot my wad. It 
didn't go to waste because the man pulled down my shorts and ate the cum off 
them." 

"Sounds weird to me." 

"That's not all. He licked me from head to toe. That got me so hot, I shot 
another load, this time in his mouth. My balls were full of cum after boot, 
and the guy gagged on my third load, the fourth and the fifth." 

"Jesus! He's lucky you didn't drown him with cum." 

'Anyway, he lived in Fresno. He bought me a big steak breakfast and a bus 
ticket home. Plus he gave me twenty bucks. I'd never seen anybody so 
grateful. I guess he made a whore out of me with the money, huh?" 

"How do I know? It's your jack-off story," Brandon teased. "You're giving me 
a hard-on." 

Cary reached over and squeezed his little brother's cock. "Ah, that's just a 
piss hard-on from drinking all that beer." 

"I'm always horny around you." 

"When I was stationed at Treasure Island, I went to gay bars in Fresno. I 
liked the idea of guys spending money on me instead of me spending money on 
chicks. The more men I had, the more I wanted." 

"Do you wish you'd have stayed in the Marine Corps?" 

"Naw. I'd have been busted and thrown out sooner or later because they don't 
want queer Marines, even though they've got plenty of closet cases. I got 
stoned and went AWOL a lot. That's why I wasn't recommended for 
reenlistment." 

"Is that why dad's so pissed off at you?" 

"Among other things." 

"Well, I'm glad you're back home." 

Cary took the next exit off the freeway and drove along a deserted country 
road. 

The sky was inky black, except for some moonlight. 

"Why are you stopping?" 

"Either all this money I won or my cock is burning a hole in my pocket." 

Brandon's ass twitched. He was horny from thinking about fucking that cute 
blonde boy in the toilet and from being around his stud brother. 

Brandon groped his brother, who had a roaring hard-on. He unbuttoned his 
brother's Levi's and took out that big throbbing cock. He fastened his lips 
around the randy fucker that was a near duplicate of his own cock. 

"Ohhh shit, that feels good!" 

Cary ran his hand inside his little brother's pants, feeling the tight, firm 
ass-cheeks and poking a finger up Brandon's ass-hole. 

"Ummm," Brandon moaned. 

"Let's get in the back seat where there's more room." 

Brandon crawled between the bucket seats and stripped out of his clothes. 
Cary slid his pants and shorts down. "Fuck me, Cary. I want to get fucked." 

"Yeah, Baby Brother. And I want to fuck that tight ass of yours." 

Brandon spread his legs and dangled one foot over the bucket seat. He 
reached for his brother and hungrily kissed him on the lips, darting his 
tongue inside his mouth. 

Cary kissed back, sucking on Brandon's tongue. He leaned back and spit on 
his palm. He lubed Brandon's hungry ass and guided his big cock into the 
tight fuck-hole. 

Brandon humped his ass onto the hot, hard cock. 

Cary started to pump his prick in and out of his little brother's ass. 

Brandon's ass was on fire, stuffed with his brother's hard cock. He listened 
to Cary pant as he stroked his ass. He felt the sweat drip off Cary's chest. 
He ran his fingers through the hairy chest and pinched Cary's nipples while 
his big brother fucked him in the ass. 

"Oooh. Keep fucking me. Don't stop." 

Cary increased his fucking rhythm. 

"Harder. Fuck me harder!" 

"Take it, Brandon. Take my big cock. Oh shit. Fuck. Here it comes-" 

"Fill my ass with your jizz. I want it so bad. Oh God. Brother's hot cum 
shooting into my guts. Oh Jesus!" 

Cary grunted and hugged his brother, with his cock buried to the hilt in 
Brandon's ass. 

Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around his brother's cock and squeezed 
all the fuckjuice he could out of those big hairy balls that nestled against 
his ass-cheeks. 

Cary's cock softened and slithered out of his brother's butt hole. 

"I got to take a leak. All that beer got me pissed to the tits." 

Brandon climbed out of the car naked. Cary followed him. 

Brandon held his prick. 

Cary knelt down beside him on the road. 

"Let me drink your piss," Cary said. 

"Huh?" 

"Pee in my mouth, Brandon." 

"I can't wait any longer." 

Brandon let go with a spray of warm piss that splashed in his brother's 
face. He couldn't believe that Cary actually wanted to drink his pee. 

Brandon pissed so fast and so much that Cary couldn't swallow the fountain 
of golden fluid. Pee ran out of the sides of Cary's mouth. 

Brandon had to stop pissing because his cock got hard as a rock, he was so 
turned on by his brother drinking his pee. 

On the deserted road in the moonlight, Cary grabbed his brother by the hair 
and shoved him down in the dirt. 

"I'm sorry, Cary. You told me to-" 

"You little punk! I'm going to make you my piss-slave." 

Before Brandon knew what was happening, he felt the trickle of Cary's pee on 
his crotch, wetting his cock and balls. 

Brandon's cock pulsed from the sensation of his brother's pee. He felt piss 
on his tits, his crotch, his legs. 

Without touching himself, Brandon shot his load, which mixed with the pee on 
his torso. 

Cary pulled his little brother up by the hair and shoved him against the 
fender of the car. 

"Don't hurt me, Cary!" 

Tears filled Brandon's eyes from having his hair pulled so hard. He 
worshiped his big brother and loved the golden shower. 

Cary started licking the pee off Brandon's naked torso, pee that was mixed 
with gobs of cum. 

Brandon's cock throbbed when he felt his brother's tongue on his cock and 
balls. He was so excited by the golden shower that his cock swelled. 

Cary was on his knees now, licking the piss off his brother's thighs. 

Brandon couldn't stop himself. He stroked his cock a couple times. He 
grabbed Cary by the head with the other hand and shot a load of cum onto his 
brother's matted chest. He loved the sight of glistening cum, his cum, on 
his brother's hirsute chest. 

Cary stood up and leaned against the fender. He pulled his brother over to 
his chest. 

"Lick it, Brandon. Eat your cum off my chest." 

Brandon eagerly lapped his salty fuckjuice off his brother's hairy chest. 

Cary held his naked brother tightly and kissed him hard on the lips. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Cary bought a black '73 Chevy Impala with some of his track winnings. He 
tinkered with the engine till it purred like a cat. 

Dad made some offhand remarks that Cary should be looking for a job instead 
of working on his car. Mom was glad that her sons were getting along so 
well. 

Brandon was happy just to be around his big brother. 

When Cary had the car all fixed up, he toot 

Brandon to Reno. 

Brandon had never been out of California in his life. He thought the 
majestic Sierra Mountains were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. 

They made several stops along the way. They drank beer and enjoyed the 
scenery. Brandon figured his big brother really knew how to live, going to 
racetracks and casinos. Work was for suckers when you were lucky like Cary. 
Hell, Cary could make a living gambling. 

Brandon had some gnawing doubts about the brother he idolized, figuring his 
dad wasn't all wrong either. But he was captivated by his brother's charm 
and the hot sex they had together. He'd go anywhere with Cary and do 
anything Cary wanted. You were young only once and might as well sow some 
wild oats because you don't get out of life alive. 

The Chevy climbed the 7,200-foot summit easily. 

Cary promised to bring his brother up in the mountains during the winter 
when it was really spectacular with snow. 

Brandon had the uneasy feeling that would never happen, that they were on 
borrowed time. But he dismissed the negative thoughts. Nothing was going to 
spoil the fun of the moment. 

When the highway descended into the Reno 

Valley, Brandon saw the city lights and the casino hotel towers. 

Suddenly they came upon some flares burning on the highway. There were three 
Nevada Highway Patrol cars with their lights flashing. 

As they drove past, they saw a car that had gone off the highway and flipped 
over. 

"I wonder if the people are dead," Brandon asked, jolted by the harsh 
reality of an accident. 

"Probably a drunk driver. That happens. Be glad it ain't you." 

"Jeez, that's a terrible wreck!" 

Brandon was surprised at his brother's calloused attitude about a tragedy. 
But, he figured, Cary had probably seen a lot of shit like that, being a 
Marine and everything. 

"Don't let that spoil your fun," Cary said. 

Cary bought some beer, and they checked into the Sierra Vista motel near the 
casinos. 

Brandon had hoped they'd fuck and then relax after the long drive through 
the mountains. But Cary was anxious for the casino action. 

Brandon was fascinated by all the glitter of the casino signs. There were 
lots of drunks on the streets and people with long faces, losers. 

Brandon watched from the outside while Cary chased Lady Luck in the casinos. 
He stood in the open outdoor area of Harrah's while Cary tossed the dice. He 
peeked over the slot machines while Cary played blackjack at Harold's Club. 

He could tell by the look on Cary's face that he was losing. 

Cary came outside. He was sipping on a screwdriver cocktail. 

"Any luck?" Brandon asked. 

"It'll change. Say, why don't you go back to the motel, drink some beer and 
watch TV? The cops might hassle you for hanging around on the streets at 
night." 

"Yeah, okay." 

Brandon was afraid the trip was going to be a real bummer, with Cary losing 
all his money. 

He walked around downtown Reno, looking at the sign that arced the street: 
BIGGEST LITTLE CITY IN THE WORLD. 

A kid about his own age stopped to ask him, "Do you know where Lake Street 
is?" 

"No. This is my first time here." 

"I can't find the fucking motel where we're staying. I can't find my old 
man, either." 

"He's probably in the casinos." 

"No shit! The guards throw me out every time I go inside looking for him. 
Bet you're looking for your old man too." 

"No. I came with my brother." 

"I hate this fucking town. It's for losers. Ever since my folks got 
divorced, I spend the summers with my dad and we always end up in this 
shithole until he goes broke." 

Brandon thought this dark-haired kid was a living doll. He wore tight jeans 
with CALVIN KLEIN written across his ass. 

"Where are you from?" the kid asked. 

"California. Pleasant Valley; near San Jose. And you?" 

"Sacramento, but my old man lives in Stockton." 

"I'm Brandon Nelson." 

"Mike Sebastiani." He shook the extended hand. 

"Italian?" 

"That's Italian." 

"Uh, I was just going back to the motel to drink some beer. Want to join 
me?" 

"Sure. I hope my old man goes broke fast, so we can get the hell out of 
here. Last summer he got on a streak and it took him three days to blow it 
all. He never leaves until he's tapped out. Then he pisses and moans all the 
fucking way home." 

In the motel room, Brandon turned on the TV and they drank beer. 

"TV sucks with all the summer reruns," Mike said. 

Brandon was not only turned on by this Italian kid's good looks, but he 
liked his dirty language. 

"Beer runs right through me. I got to take a piss." 

"Me too," Brandon said and followed along to the toilet. 

Mike took out his cock and pulled back the foreskin. 

Brandon pissed in the stool at the same time. "Drinking makes me horny," 
Mike said. "Me too." 

Mike shook the drops of pee off his cock and it hardened. 

Seeing that gave Brandon an instant hard-on. He touched Mike's prick and 
pulled the foreskin over the flared rosy cockhead. 

"Ummm. Shit!" Mike said. 

Brandon kneeled down on the floor in the toilet. He put his lips around the 
Italian kid's fat uncut cock, tasting the cheese under the foreskin. 

"Oooh. Fuck!" Mike moaned. 

"Why don't we get undressed?" 

"Man, I never did nothing like this before." 

"I'll give you a good blow-job." 

Mike's cock said yes and pulsated. 

Brandon undressed and lay down on the bed. 

Mike took off his shirt, revealing the wisps of hair on his chest. He took 
off his sneakers and Calvins. 

Brandon was leaking pre-cum, looking at this hot, hairy wop. His beefy 
thighs were also hairy. He pulled down his white shorts which had CALVIN 
KLEIN written on the waistband. His crotch was hairy; his buns were furry. 

Brandon dove between those hairy legs and licked the big hairy balls and 
sucked on that fat cock with the sheath retracted. 

Brandon got that dago cock ready to explode, then removed his mouth. He 
licked the hairy chest and sucked on the nipples. 

"Ohhh, yeahhh." 

Mike started feeling Brandon's smooth white ass-cheeks. He poked a finger 
into Brandon's ass-hole. 

In a quick movement, Mike had Brandon on his stomach and was rubbing that 
big uncut Italian cock into Brandon's asscrack, lubing it with pre-cum. 

"I want to fuck your ass, dude." 

"It's yours to do what you want with." 

Mike shoved his cock into Brandon's butt. 

Brandon wiggled around until the huge cock felt comfortable. He bucked back 
at the pumping prick. 

Mike took deep strokes into the tight fuck-hole. 

"Fuck me, man! Keep fucking me. Shoot your cum into my ass!" 

Mike breathed heavier and fucked faster and faster. 

Brandon reached behind him and felt those hairy ass-cheeks. He shot his wad 
right away. His ass-hole spasmed. 

That took Mike over the line. His cock exploded, shooting gobs of hot 
Italian cum into Brandon's guts. 

Mike lay still on top of Brandon until his breathing became even again. His 
cock softened and fell out of Brandon's ass. 

Brandon turned around and swooped down on the soft uncut cock. He retracted 
the foreskin and cleaned all the shit and cum off the fat cock. 

"I'd better go before your brother gets back." 

"No rush. Have another beer." 

"I'll take one with me if you don't mind." 

"Sure." 

Brandon sipped on a beer after the door shut and hot Italian Mike was gone. 
He licked up his pool of cum off the sheet. His butt was sore from the rough 
dry fucking, but he felt good. He felt lucky to have scored with this hunky 
kid. 

He didn't understand the changes going on inside him. He loved his brother, 
but he could still enjoy tricks like Shannon, the blonde kid in the toilet 
at the fair, and like Italian Mike. A hot number made him want his brother 
all the more. 

Brandon went looking in the casinos for Cary. They found each other on North 
Center Street. 

Brandon could tell by the look on his brother's face that he'd lost. 

"Shitty luck," Cary said. "Crapped out on the dice. I got a run at 
blackjack. I doubled down on an eleven. The dealer showed a five, which is 
usually a stiff hand. The jerk sitting next to me split two jacks and took 
the face cards that would have made the dealer bust. There was a queen under 
the dealer's five all right, but the dealer hit with an ace and a five for 
twenty-one. I had a damn nine under my eleven." 

"You can't beat casinos. They just keep expanding with sucker's money." 

"Yeah, I know. The only even-money bet is the first roll of the dice. The 
percentages grind against you until you lose. Just stick around and they get 
you. That's why you don't see any clocks in the casinos. 

"I had fun looking at the sights," Brandon said. 

"You got any money." 

"Just the buck in my wallet you said to keep for bridge fare." 

"Give it to me," Cary said. 

Brandon forked over his last dollar, thinking it was dumb to throw that away 
too. 

Cary stopped in a dingy little casino called the Gold Star. He marked off a 
block of five numbers on a keno ticket. 

Brandon felt down because his brother had blown around three hundred bucks 
gambling. He felt like a loser, although he hadn't gambled at all. 

"I'm a Taurus and my lucky astrology numbers are one and three. So I played 
thirteen thru seventeen." 

When the keno game started, Brandon watched the board. Thirteen was the 
first number. Other numbers lit up on the board. There was fourteen, sixteen 
and seventeen. But no fifteen came up. 

"C'mon fifteen," Cary said, with his fingers crossed. 

The last number in the game was fifteen. Brandon couldn't believe it. "Five 
hundred bucks, Little Brother." 

"Oh wow!" 

The man behind the counter had to take money out of all the keno clerks' 
cash drawers to get the bills to pay off Cary. 

"You're really lucky. Don't put it back." 

"No fucking way!" 

They stopped at the Mayfair Market on North 

Virginia Street, bought champagne to celebrate the score, and went through 
the alleys back to their motel on Sierra Street. 

They drank the bubbly champagne out of plastic cups. 

"Gambling is really freaky," Brandon said. 

"Anyone can get lucky. I'm living proof of that. I heard that some guy 
actually knocked out a gold tooth to sell it so he could stay in action. All 
I had to do was get a dollar off you, which was like pulling teeth." 

Brandon sipped the champagne. "I still can't believe you hit all five of 
those keno numbers. The odds must be-" 

"Staggering!" 

"Unbelievable!" 

"Anything special you want to do to celebrate." 

"Just be with you." 

Brandon's cock stirred in his Levi's. He could still feel Italian Mike's cum 
squish around inside his ass. 

They polished off the bottle of Christian Brothers champagne. Then they 
stripped naked and crawled between the sheets. 

Brandon hugged his brother and nestled his head in Cary's matted chest. 

Cary reached between Brandon's legs and touched his roaring hard-on, feeling 
the sticky pre-cum. 

Cary rolled over on top of his little brother and pinned him down. He leaned 
down and kissed him on the lips. 

Brandon loved to kiss his brother's thick lips and run his tongue around 
inside his brother's mouth. His throbbing prick poked against Cary's furry 
buns. 

Cary spat on his hand and lubed his asscrack. He reached behind him and 
guided his young brother's big cock into his tight ass-hole. 

Brandon's cock was so hard that he bit his Up to keep from shooting off 
right away. His cock was actually entrenched in Cary's hairy ass-hole for 
the first time. 

Cary looked into his teenaged brother's soft blue-green eyes. 

"Ohhh, shit. Your ass is so hot, so fucking tight," Brandon said. 

Cary grinned. They were connected cock to ass. Cary leaned back and slowly 
bounced up and down on Brandon's fiery prick. 

"Easy, man. Oh shit, I don't want to come yet. Ummm." 

Cary roughly tweaked Brandon's nipples which diverted some of the tingling 
sensation from his cock to his chest. 

Brandon rubbed his big brother's hairy thighs. This was something he only 
dreamed about doing, fucking his marine brother's ass. 

Cary jerked his head from side to side and moaned, bouncing up and down on 
his young brother's big cock. 

"Fuck me, Brandon. Fuck my ass." 

Brandon tightened his thighs and thrust upwards, fucking deeply into the 
hot, tight ass-hole of the brother that he loved so much. 

"Do it, Brandon. Shoot your cum up my ass. Ohhh." 

Brandon dug his fingers into those hairy buns and held on tightly while the 
jizz spurted out of his exploding teenaged cock. 

"Oh Christ. Jesus. My brother's hot jizz squirting into my butt. Ahhh!" 

Brandon groaned as his cum filled his brother's butt hole. 

Cary didn't even touch his hard cock. He just grunted and gobs of viscous 
cum oozed out of his piss slit and formed a puddle on Brandon's stomach. 

Cary lifted his tight ass off his young brother's big cock. He lifted 
Brandon's legs into the air and let the ankles rest on his shoulders. 

Brandon reached for his brother's cock that was still hard as a rock, and 
stroked it. 

"Oh shit yeah. Get inside me, Cary. I want your big cock to fuck my ass." 

Cary scooped up the creamy cum that he'd shot onto his brother's stomach. He 
lubed Brandon's butt with cum and pushed his cock inside. 

Brandon moaned with the hot cock of his brother stuffed into his tight 
ass-hole. He managed to scissor his legs around those furry buns. 

Cary leaned down and pushed his tongue into his young brother's mouth. His 
cock was still buried in Brandon's ass. 

Brandon hugged his brother and moved his ass around. 

Cary began fucking with a harder and deeper stroking rhythm. 

Brandon slammed his hips into his brother's hairy groin, taking the big 
prick all the way up inside him. 

The sweat dripped off Cary as he fucked faster and faster into his little 
brother's ass. 

Brandon's mouth and ass were both on fire. He wanted Cary's cum to mix with 
that load of Italian cum inside his guts. 

Cary leaned up and rapidly fucked his shooting cock into the spasming 
ass-hole, his hairy balls slapping against the smooth ass-cheeks. 

Brandon's cock shot off at the same moment Cary's jizz gushed into his ass. 
Brandon fingered his sticky cum and rubbed it into his brother's hairy 
chest. 

Cary sat back on his legs. Just the head of his prick was still buried in 
his brother's butt. 

Cary grunted and Brandon felt warm piss squirt into his guts. 

"Ohhh, God. My brother's cum and piss filling my ass." 

Brandon thought he'd explode like a balloon with all that piss up his ass. 
But he loved it because it was Cary's piss. 

Cary gently removed his cockhead from his young brother's butt hole. 

Cary led his brother into the bathroom. Brandon cupped his ass-hole, which 
was leaking piss. 

Brandon sat down on the stool. 

Cary poked a finger up his little brother's ass and finger-fucked him, 
allowing cum, piss and shit to leak out of his ass-hole. 

Brandon couldn't hold back. His ass muscles couldn't retain all the piss. He 
pushed out the finger that plugged his butt hole. The foul-smelling fluid 
streamed out of his ass. 

Brandon stood up to wipe his ass. 

Cary knelt down and spread the teenaged boy's ass-cheeks. He lapped his 
tongue into the hairless asscrack and cleaned it. 

They fell asleep naked, locked in each other's arms. 

Brandon loved the musky scent of his big brother's hairy body. He could feel 
his dry cum stuck in the hair on Cary's chest. 

During the night Brandon awoke, feeling Cary's cock poking against his leg. 
He dove down and woke up his big brother with his tongue, and was rewarded 
with a mouthful of hot cum. 

Brandon fell asleep with his brother's cock in his mouth. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The thoroughbreds moved on to Santa Rosa on the summer fair circuit of 
horseracing in northern California. 

Cary and Brandon followed the horses. They drove in the black Chevy Impala 
along Highway 101 north and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. In Sonoma County 
the temperature soared in the nineties. 

They drank beer out of paper cups and watched the races. 

Cary didn't cash a ticket until the eighth race exacta, where he picked the 
horse that won and the horse that placed. For the five-dollar exacta 
combination he won two-hundred dollars. 

Brandon was excited and hugged his brother. 

"Too many cheap horses with no consistency," Cary complained. 

"Why don't you bet a horse to win, place and show, since your horses hit the 
board in the daily double, the quarter horse and the Appaloosa races?" 

"Okay, partner," Cary said. 

Cary bet twenty bucks across the board in the next two races. Both horses he 
bet finished out of the money. 

"How much is left in the bankroll?" 

"Eighty bucks," Cary said. "But I've got a horse in the eleventh race. Let's 
get down on Hustle Up. He's 9-I odds. He's stepping up a bit in class, but 
he comes from a clever barn. All his races at Golden Gate Fields were good." 

"You're the handicapper," Brandon said. 

Brandon held the eighty dollar win ticket for good luck. 

Hustle Up broke late. He closed much ground in the stretch. The field was 
well bunched. Hustle Up flew in the lane, but finished second. 

"Can't win 'em all," Brandon said. 

The INQUIRY light appeared on the tote board. The track announcer said a 
claim of foul was lodged by the jockey of the horse that finished third 
against the winner. The stewards were reviewing the video tape of the race. 

"Just a jockey gripe, doesn't mean anything usually," Cary said. 

The five minutes seemed like forever to Brandon. He kept his fingers 
crossed. 

Finally the track announcer spoke, "For interference in the stretch, the 
winner has been disqualified and placed third." 

"Whoopie! Can you dig it?" Cary said. 

"I can dig it." 

Hustle Up was declared the winner and paid twenty, which translated to an 
eight-hundred dollar payoff for the Nelson brothers. 

They drank more beer out of paper cups and walked around the fair. 

They stopped to watch the last free kiddie show of the day. It was some bozo 
in a clown suit. The circus consisted of a flea-bitten llama and a pony who 
ran in circles, with a dog in a silly hat that jumped on their backs. The 
dog later jumped off a ladder into bozo's arms. 

Cary laughed during the show while the kids cheered. Brandon laughed so hard 
that tears streamed down his cheeks. 

"Tough way to make a living," Cary said. 

"The dog's the star of the show. The show has gone to the dogs!" 

"Let's get out of here before we get busted. The show ain't that funny." 

They headed back toward home. 

The fog rolled in across the Golden Gate Bridge that Brandon had discovered 
was really orange. 

"Let's stop and look at the view," Cary said. 

Cary drove through the open Presidio Army base and stopped at a spot near 
the Golden Gate Bridge. 

The waves splashed against the retaining wall. The silver fog covered the 
bay. A ship's foghorn blasted. 

Brandon lay his head in his brother's lap. He felt the bulge of Cary's 
crotch. 

He unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and took out his flaccid cock. He tongued the 
bulbous cock-head until it engorged with blood. He held the rosy cockhead 
and did a butterfly flick on the stiffening veiny prickshaft. 

Cary moaned, "Suck it. Oh yeah. Ummm, that feels good." 

Brandon deep-throated his brother's cock down to the big balls in their 
hairy sac. 

Cary reached over and freed his brother's cock. He jacked on Brandon's cock 
while Brandon sucked him. 

In a maneuver in tight quarters with the steering wheel in the way, Cary 
stretched over on top of his brother and turned the blow-job and hand-job 
into a hot sixty-nine. 

Brandon loved to feel Cary's cock pumping down his throat. The Levi's chafed 
against his lips, but he wouldn't take his mouth off that spongy fuckmeat 
for anything in the world. 

Cary squeezed his brother's cockshaft and sucked on the cockhead just past 
the corona. 

Brandon couldn't hold back. He wanted to wait until he tasted his brother's 
jizz. But his hard nuts exploded, shooting bolts of hot teenaged fuckjuice 
out of his cock, flooding his brother's mouth. 

With his mouth full of his young brother's cum, Cary dumped his own load of 
hot cum in Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon gagged from the onslaught, but managed to swallow most of the creamy 
cum that shot violently down his throat. 

They sat up in the seat and held each other tightly and kissed deeply, 
tasting the mixture of their cum in their mouths. 

Brandon felt his brother's cock that was still hard as a rock. 

"Oh Cary, I want you inside me, fucking my ass with your big prick." 

Cary scooted over away from the steering wheel. 

Brandon dropped his Levi's and shorts down around his ankles. He straddled 
his brother's legs and impaled his ass on the stiff cock. 

There was no lube and the penetration of the cock into Brandon's ass was 
painful at first. But that's the way he wanted it. 

"Fuck me rough, Cary. I love your big prick in my ass." 

Brandon's ass stretched to take the big cock deep inside. Once the 
penetration was complete, the hard cock seared his guts and made him wild 
with desire to milk the cum out of his brother's cock. 

"Oh God, your butt is so hot, so fucking tight!" Cary thrust upwards. 

Brandon lifted up and sat down all the way on the big cock. He bounced up 
and down on his brother's towering prick. 

Tuck me, Cary. Don't stop. Make it last forever. I love your prick inside 
me." 

Cary held onto his brother's smooth ass-cheeks while his cock stabbed in 
deep, almost out, then in deep again, making loud slurping sounds. 

Brandon tore open his brother's shirt and rubbed his nipples, his stiff cock 
touching the hairy chest, leaking pre-cum. 

"Oh shit. You're the best fuck in the world, Baby Brother." 

"Harder, Cary. Fuck me harder!" 

Cary stroked his prick faster and faster up his young brother's fuck-hole. 

"Aw shit. Fuck! Here it comes, baby. Take it up your hot ass. Ahhh!" 

Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around the cock that exploded molten 
cum into his bowels. His own cock erupted sticky goo all over his brother's 
hairy chest. His ass-hole spasmed around his brother's cock. 

Brandon groaned from the force of his orgasm. He rubbed his sticky cum all 
over Cary's hairy chest. 

Their lips met and they kissed. With Cary's cock still buried in his 
brother's ass, their tongues felt like flames in their mouths. 

Cary's cock softened and plopped out of Brandon's stutter. 

Brandon held the soft cock of the brother that he loved and licked all the 
shit and cum off it, loving the tangy taste of the cock that had fucked him 
so good. 

* * * 

When they went home Wade Nelson complained that it was time Cary settled 
down and got a job. 

While their folks were out for the evening visiting friends, Brandon and 
Cary fooled around. 

It started while Cary was shaving in the bathroom. 

"I shave nights and shower mornings," Cary said. He had a gold towel cinched 
around his waist. 

"I shower nights and shave mornings," Brandon mocked. He took a leak in the 
commode beside the sink. 

"What do you shave, your armpits?" 

"You should shave your balls." 

"Watch where you piss. You're splashing on me." 

"It smells better than that cheap after-shave you use." 

Cary took the can of shaving cream and sprayed foam on Brandon's cock. "You 
look like the star in a porno movie with that white stuff on your prick." 

Brandon deliberately pissed on his brother's leg. 

"You little shit!" Cary grabbed his young brother by the hair. "I ought to 
teach you some discipline, make a man out of you!" 

"What would you know about being a man? You were-what do they call a woman 
marine? Oh yeah, BAM, a broad-ass marine!" 

"I'm man enough to whip your ass." 

'All you know how to do is pull hair and bite cock while you suck." 

Cary gave his young brother the ass's rush and shoved him into his bedroom. 

Brandon liked it when they used to wrestle when they were kids. He knew he 
was no match for Cary now, with his marine combat training and muscles. But 
he liked to get him mad. Cary looked so hot and manly wearing just that gold 
bath towel. 

"Stop pulling my hair, fucker!" Tears streamed down Brandon's cheeks. 

"What are you going to do about it?" Cary yanked Brandon's hair to emphasize 
the point. 

"I'll tell dad that you're queer. He'll kick you out. He's an inch from 
doing that anyway because you're a lazy ass." 

"You're a faggot too. You like to get fucked in the ass." 

"You raped me!" 

"Fucking liar!" Cary slapped his brother across the face. "Pussy little 
bastard!" 

Brandon spit in his brother's face. "I hate you, you mean sonofabitch! I 
wish you'd been sent to Beirut and shot." 

Cary slapped his brother again. "I'll teach you some respect." 

"I'll never respect a wimp butt-fucker like you." 

Cary tore the sheets off Brandon's bed. Before Brandon knew what was 
happening, he found himself naked with his hands and feet tied to the 
bedposts. "Let me go, you fruit-marine ass-hole!" Cary took one of Brandon's 
dirty socks and stuffed it in his mouth. Brandon tried to free himself. Cary 
left the room. Cary was crazy, that's why the Marines didn't want him 
anymore. He thought that Cary might really hurt him. Jesus, his cock 
throbbed. He wanted Cary to hurt him. Shit, he was just as crazy as his 
brother. 

Cary returned to the room with his shaving kit. 

Brandon managed to spit out the stinky sock in his mouth. 

"You missed a few spots shaving. How did a scrounge like you ever pass 
inspection?' 

Cary put a new blade in his safety razor. 

"Hee-hee-hee. I'm gonna shave your head." 

"You wouldn't dare!" 

"I'll make you bald as a billiard ball if I want to." 

"Dad would kick your ass!" Brandon cried. 

"You're just a crybaby. Always expect dad will fight your battles. You're 
his favorite son. I'd say his favorite daughter was more like it." 

"Don't do anything stupid," Brandon said. 

"They cut off your hair in the service to humble you. In your case, they'd 
have to cut off your head." 

Brandon struggled but his bonds were secure. 

Cary shook the can of lime shaving cream and sprayed foam all over his young 
brother's crotch. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" 

"I'm going to shave your crotch," Cary said. 

"You can't!" 

"Just watch me." 

Sure enough, Brandon watched while Cary did what he said he would. Brandon 
felt the razor scrape the hair off his pubic bush. His cock got hard, but 
Cary slapped his prick and continued to shave him. 

When he was done Brandon's crotch itched and smelled like lime. He was 
relieved that Cary hadn't cut him. 

"You're lucky I did it the easy way. There's some punk rock singer that 
pulls his pubes out with pliers on stage." 

The thought of that made Brandon wince. His cock was hard as a rock. 

Brandon thought the crotch shaving was worth it when his brother leaned down 
and held his cock and licked the cleanly shaved area where his pubic bush 
had been. 

"Now I'll teach you some real discipline. Do exactly as you're told. And 
call me sir." 

Cary removed the bath towel from his waist. He straddled his young brother's 
stomach. 

Brandon looked at that big cock that waved in his face. 

Cary rubbed his cock and the leaking strand of pre-cum over his brother's 
cheeks and chin. 

"Lick my balls." 

"Yes, Sir." 

Cary lifted up and Brandon tongued the wrinkled hairy ballsac. He sucked on 
one nut, then the other one. 

Cary jerked his prick. "You want to be my slave, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"You'll do whatever I tell you, won't you?" 

"Yes, Sir." Brandon would agree to anything while he was looking at his 
brother's big cock. 

"Now my ass. Clean it out good, slave boy." 

Brandon stuck his tongue between those furry buns, into the hairy asscrack, 
into the tangy puckered ass-hole. His cock pulsated while he rimmed his 
brother. 

Cary lifted up and cut a smelly fart that nearly suffocated Brandon. 

"Oh wow! Gross me out." 

"My farts smell better than your sewer breath." 

"That's it! Get off me, you mother-fucker!" 

"Not a chance, Baby Brother." 

Cary grunted and a small steamy turd fell on Brandon's chest. 

"Oh Jesus, I don't believe you. Untie me. Shaving my crotch is one thing but 
shitting on me is something else. You're freaking me out." 

Cary grinned and picked up the turd. "I could make you eat this. You'd be my 
shit slave forever." 

"Cut it out, Cary! I can't stand the smell of that. Stop it! Let me go! I'll 
tell!" 

"Who will you tell? Dead boys can't talk." 

Brandon was convinced his brother had really flipped out. Anyone who shaved 
your crotch and shit on you probably wouldn't think twice about snuffing 
you. 

Cary held his brother's throat with his left hand and the smelly turd in his 
right hand. 

"Don't make me eat that. You'll have to kill me first!" 

"I wouldn't hurt you, Little Brother. Not really do a number on you. But I 
like the idea of you being my slave, and I'll use whatever force is 
necessary to make you behave. Comprende?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"That's more like it." 

Cary took the turd and smeared his shit all over Brandon's cleanly shaved 
crotch. 

Surprisingly it had a soothing effect on the itchy skin around Brandon's 
cock. "Clean my fingers off." Brandon smelled the traces of lime shave cream 
and shit on his brother's fingers. "No, I can't. Don't make me, Sir." Cary 
poked his fingers into Brandon's mouth. Brandon licked the fingers. The 
taste wasn't as bad as he imagined. Besides, it was Cary's shit. And he 
worshiped everything about him. 

Cary scooted down on his young brother's shit-covered crotch. He held their 
two hard, fiery pricks together and jerked them at the same time. 

Brandon didn't care about anything anymore, not being tied up, not being 
shit on. All his sensation was focused on his stiff cock being jacked off 
together against his brother's cock with his brother's shit all over their 
pricks. 

Their cocks could belong to twins, big hunks of veiny fuckmeat with broad 
cockheads. 

Brandon watched his brother beat their meat at the same time in the slimy, 
smelly shit. Except for the five year age difference, the well toned muscles 
and heavy body hair, they looked pretty much the same with their curly dark 
brown hair and blue-green eyes. 

And they had the big Nelson cock that also swung between their father's legs 
and those of 

Nelson generations past. 

Brandon listened to his brother moan and groan while he jerked their pricks 
together. He gritted his teeth and his face was contorted. 

At the same moment gallons of creamy cum spewed through the brown shit. It 
looked like an Old Black Joe sundae with chocolate ice cream and marshmallow 
topping. 

Cary smeared the cum and shit all over his young brother's crotch and torso. 

He untied Brandon and left the room. 

Brandon listened to the shower running down the hall. While Cary soaped up, 
Brandon wallowed in Cary's shit and cum. He loved his big brother so much. 
No matter what Cary did to him, it was a turn on. That's why he seethed 
inside when his dad threatened Cary to get a job or get out. This was Cary's 
home and Brandon didn't want him to leave, not ever! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Brandon and Cary drove to Lake TahOe in the '73 black Chevy Impala. 

Brandon found the ride through the El Dorado forest past the streams, along 
the winding mountain road at nightfall was spectacular. 

Cary had bought some new civvies and looked so macho and handsome with the 
light gray slacks and the pin-striped white shirt open at the neck revealing 
tufts of his chest hair. 

"Dad's putting lots of pressure on you at home," Brandon said. 

"He just doesn't want you to be like me." 

"Why not?" 

"According to pop, my future includes an observation tower and a 
high-powered rifle." 

"I don't understand." 

"And you've got the brains in the family." 

"I want to be just like you." 

"No, you don't. Being gay's one thing, if youre really that way, you've got 
no choice. Never be ashamed of what you are, despite the bullshit." 

"You were a marine. That's something. Me, I'm just-hell, I don't know what I 
am." 

"I think you're a fairy." 

"Yeah," Brandon laughed. 

"The whole world's crazy and I don't care about changing it. I just want to 
stay high and have a good time. Open me another beer, Little Brother." 

Brandon opened them both another gold can of Miller High Life. He looked 
around for the pigs, feeling guilty since he'd promised his father when he 
got his license that he wouldn't drink and drive. Well, he wasn't exactly 
driving and this wasn't the old man's Mustang. 

"You're really into the gambling trip," Brandon said. 

"Life's a gamble. There ain't no guarantees." 

"Dad says that's why you're a loser. I mean, ninety percent of gamblers 
lose. He says the only way to have money is by regular savings." 

"Maybe so. But I'm not about to get tied down to owning things. I know I'm 
gay, always have been, always will be. You do what you have to in order to 
survive." 

"But you can't survive by gambling. Even I now that." 

"We've had some kicks this summer, huh? When your luck changes, you have to 
step back and take another look at things. Right now I'm on a roll and I 
plan to enjoy it." 

"I'm with you, whatever you want!" Brandon said happily. 

* * * 

It was dark when they arrived at Stateline, Nevada. 

Brandon looked at the bright lights of the casinos-Harrah's, Harvey's, 
Barney's, Caesar's, High Sierra. 

They checked into the Twin Pines, a cheap motel with cottages. It was 
located behind a rat maze of motels with garish neon signs. 

"Lots of motels have phony flashy fronts and high prices for the suckers. 
This place is reasonable," Cary said. 

"This is a fucking dump. Cigarette burns in the blanket. Man, there are 
cockroaches! And the goddamn TV picture is all fuzzy." 

"It's just for tonight. I came here to gamble. The other places I checked 
were too high. Stop bitching." 

"At least the place we stayed at in Reno was clean." 

"You're ungrateful for someone who got a free ride. I'm paying the bill." 

"It would have been cheaper if we slept in the car." 

"Shut up! You're the same whiny, snot-nosed little bastard you aways were!" 

Cary shoved his brother down on the bed. 

"Leave me alone. You're always picking on me," Brandon snapped. 

"Poor Brandon. If he doesn't get his way, he just sulks." 

"Dad's right. You're a fucking loser." 

"Don't ever call me that again!" 

"How can I enjoy this trip, sleeping in this dump?" 

"It's late. And it's just for a few hours while I try my luck. If I win, 
I'll get a room at Caesar's." 

"That's crap. You won't win. You bought some new clothes, so we got to stay 
in this stinking place. Don't let anything interfere with your gambling 
money." 

"I've had just about all the shit I'm going to take off you. A few beers and 
you're going to tell me what to do." 

Brandon couldn't stop himself. He had Cary pissed off. 

"You're a loser, Cary," Brandon continued. Cary's eyes were glazed. He 
pulled off his belt and let Brandon have it across the back and the thighs. 

"You're bigger than me. Otherwise, you wouldn't get away with this. You're 
just a bully." 

"You need to be spanked to keep your ass in line!" Cary raged. 

"You're not man enough." 

Cary grabbed his young brother. He ripped his tee shirt. He pulled off his 
pants. He ripped his shorts. 

Brandon just doubled up on the bed. He'd egged Cary on to the point that he 
was going to really get it. His cock was hard as a rock! 

Cary wrapped his belt buckle around his fist and strapped his young brother. 

Whack! The belt hit Brandon again and again across the back, the butt, the 
thighs. His cock leaked pre-cum. 

"Oh Cary, I'll do anything you say. Just fuck me with your big prick!" 
Brandon whimpered. 

Cary threw down his belt. He pulled down his young brother's torn shorts. He 
ran his tongue up Brandon's butt, soaking his asscrack with spit. 

"Put your cock inside me. Oh, fuck me," the boy sighed. 

Brandon pushed his whipped ass up in the air. He rested his head on his arms 
and looked between his legs. 

Cary dropped his pants. His big cock and hairy balls rubbed against 
Brandon's asscrack. 

"Do it, Brother. Stick that big prick inside me." 

Cary held the smooth, bruised ass-cheeks and shoved his cock into the 
ass-hole. 

Brandon felt a real rush when his ass was stuffed with his brother's fiery 
fuckmeat. He pushed his ass back against Cary's crotch and took that big 
hard cock all the way up his ass. 

Cary held his brother's hips and slammed his cock in deep, almost out, then 
in deep again. 

"Harder, Brother. Fuck me harder!" 

Cary increased his fucking rhythm. His big hairy balls slapped against his 
brother's bruised ass-cheeks. 

"Oh God. Shit. Oh fuck! Ohhhhh!" 

Brandon's cock exploded a pool of cum onto the yellow blanket with the 
burnholes in it. 

Cary's cock slipped out of the spasming ass-hole. He shot buckets of creamy 
cum onto Brandon's ass-cheeks. 

Brandon fell down on the bed, into his pool of sticky cum that he'd just 
shot. 

Cary massaged his gooey fuckjuice into his brother's bruised ass-cheeks. 

Cary pulled up his pants. 

Brandon knew that he couldn't stop him from leaving, from gambling. 

"Got to go try my luck. See you later." 

"Yeah," Brandon said. He listened to the door slam. He rolled over onto his 
back. His cock was still hard and lubed with his own cum. He thought of Cary 
fucking him and he jacked off. When he shot his wad, he licked his cum off 
his fingers. 

* * * 

At daybreak Cary arrived back at the motel. 

Brandon could tell by the look on his face that Cary had lost gambling. 

"C'mon, let's get out of this place," Cary said. 

"How much did you drop?" 

"Four C-notes. Shit, I'd get on a winning streak, then I'd play it back. 
Money management, that's my problem." 

"Blackjack's a sucker's game," Brandon said. "Nobody wins gambling." 

"I feel like shit." 

"You ought to get some sleep." 

"I'll let you drive. Dad would like that." 

When they were several miles from the casinos, Brandon stopped at a 
twenty-four-hour donut shop and bought coffee and donuts. 

"You're holding out on me," Cary said. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. 

In the parking lot of the shopping center, Brandon ate the glazed donuts. 
Cary drank some warm beer that was in the car and ate some donuts. 

Brandon drove into the mountains while Cary took a snooze with his head on 
his young brother's leg. 

He thought Cary was crazy to think he could beat those casinos with their 
big bankrolls. 

He looked at the stubble on Cary's face, his long eye lashes and the shape 
of his sexy, hairy body underneath those clothes. 

The gambling highs and lows were hard to handle. Brandon felt like he got 
his rocks off when they won, but it was a bummer to lose, a feeling like 
being lost at sea. 

In the mountains he pulled way off the road and parked the car. 

"Why are you stopping?" Cary said, opening his eyes. 

"Just to take a break. Let's walk down by the stream." 

"I'm beat." 

"We can drink some beer." 

"Yeah, okay," Cary said. 

They found an isolated spot and sat on boulders. They watched the water 
splash foam over the rocks and rush down the stream. 

Brandon popped the tab off a frothy beer and handed it to his brother. He 
opened a beer for himself. 

"Shitty luck at Tahoe, huh?" 

"No one wins all the time unless they cheat," Brandon said. 

"Some clubs use mechanics, dealers who deal cards out of the deck. You can't 
tell without mirrors. They recently closed a club for cheating in Las Vegas. 
Just the percentages will beat you anyway." 

"Why do you gamble?" Brandon asked. 

"I like the action. It makes me feel alive. It's even more passionate than 
fucking." 

"I wouldn't know about that!" Brandon said. "It's been so long since I got 
fucked I forget who gets tied up." 

"You do, shithead!" Cary laughed, shaking his beer and spraying the foamy 
brew on his younger brother. 

Brandon reached down in the water and splashed Cary. 

They started to wrestle but went into a clinch and just held each other. 

"I'll take your mind off losing," Brandon said. 

He unbuttoned his brother's shirt. He sucked Cary's nipples, and licked down 
his hairy chest. 

Cary sighed and leaned back on the boulder. 

Brandon kneeled down on his knees in the sand. He unzipped Cary's fly and 
took out his soft cock. 

Cary's cock ballooned into a blood-engorged hard-on. 

Brandon licked on the veiny shaft and tongued the hairy dangling balls. He 
tugged down the slacks and shorts, spread his brother's legs and licked down 
the perineum into his brother's hairy ass-hole. 

"Oh shit, that feels good. Keep licking my ass-hole. Oh yeah. Ummm," Cary 
sighed. 

Brandon unbuttoned his Levi's and took out his throbbing prick. His cock was 
a duplicate of the cock that he was sucking on. 

All Brandon could think of was replacing his tongue with his cock up Cary's 
butt. 

Brandon stopped and took out his wallet. 

Cary's eyes watched him. 

"Why did you stop?" he asked. 

Brandon didn't answer. He just took out the condom in the foil and rolled it 
down over his pulsing prick with the loose tip over his cockhead. 

Brandon gripped his brother's hairy thighs. He roughly poked his 
rubber-covered cock into his brother's shitter. 

Cary didn't protest. 

Brandon held those hairy legs that he loved, and pumped his prick in and out 
of the hairy fuck-hole. 

Cary writhed and clenched his teeth as his young brother's big cock plugged 
his butt. He humped back at the invading fuckmeat. 

Brandon circled his hand around his brother's cock and jacked it while he 
stabbed into his brother's ass, feeling the friction against his own smooth, 
shaved crotch. 

"Pump my ass, Baby Brother. Fill that rubber with jizz." 

Brandon leaned over his brother's hairy chest and sucked on his nipples 
while he fucked him in the ass. He was beyond the point of no return. The 
cum rushed out of his balls and exploded into the rubber sheath which lined 
his brother's ass-hole. 

Cary held onto his young brother tightly while Brandon blasted his wad into 
the condom. 

Then Brandon pulled out of the tight shitter slowly. He carefully unrolled 
the cum-filled rubber off his cock. 

Cary reached for the rubber. 

Brandon's cock throbbed while he watched his brother hold the condom up in 
the air and let the cum drip down into his mouth, eating Brandon's 
fuckjuice. 

"Delicious! Sweet teenaged cum," Cary said, licking his chops. 

"I want your big cock up my ass. Fuck me, Cary. Fuck my ass." 

Brandon dropped his Levi's down around his ankles. He kneeled down on all 
fours in the sand. 

Cary massaged his young brother's smooth ass-cheeks. He slapped his 
brother's ass. 

"Spank me, Cary. Oh yeah. Oh shit, my ass feels like it's on fire." 

Cary slapped Brandon's ass until it was covered with red streaks. 

"Put your prick in me dry and fuck me rough!" Brandon begged. 

Cary spread the red ass-cheeks and positioned his prick at the puckered hole 
and pushed inside. 

Brandon pushed back against his brother's hairy crotch and snaked the big 
prick all the way up his ass until it pressed against his prostate. 

Cary held the smooth red ass-cheeks and pumped his prick in and out, in and 
out of the hungry ass-hole. 

Brandon leaned his head to the right side and looked back at his brother who 
was fucking him in the ass. 

"Oh Cary, I love your cock inside me! More. More. Keep fucking me!" Brandon 
exclaimed. 

Brandon wiggled his ass and pushed back at the fuck-strokes. His cock was 
hard and leaking pre-cum. 

Cary reached around and grabbed Brandon's hard cock. He jerked him off while 
he fucked him. 

"Oh God, I can feel your cum. Brother's hot cum spraying my guts. Aw shit. 
Fuck. Ohhhhh!" 

Brandon bucked back against his brother's cock that was completely buried up 
his ass. He grunted and shot his wad of cum into his brother's hand that 
jacked him off. 

Cary pushed Brandon prone on the sand and lay on top of him, with his cock 
entrenched in his ass-hole. He smeared Brandon's cum on his lips. 

Brandon licked his cum off his brother's fingers. 

Cary kissed his brother's cummy lips, with his cock still in his ass. 

Brandon would like to stay this way forever, lying on the sand with his 
brother's cock up his ass while they kissed. 

Cary's cock slithered out of Brandon's butt. 

To Brandon's delight, Cary spread his bruised ass-cheeks and sucked out the 
load of jizz he'd shot up there. 

Brandon liked to feel Cary's cum ooze inside his butt, but he also liked to 
feel Cary's hot tongue cleaning out his fuck-hole. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

In August Cary and Brandon followed the horses to the Stockton Fair. The 
temperature climbed to nearly a hundred degrees in the San Joaquin Valley. 

Cary swore and tore up mutuel tickets. "This is a track for favorites. 
Usually a favorite has only about a twenty percent chance of winning." 

Brandon drank beer out of a paper cunt. "Why don't you bet favorites then?" 

"Then a fucking longshot will win." 

Brandon kept quiet. He didn't want to aggravate his brother and make him 
lose. 

By the feature eleventh race, Cary put the last of his bankroll, one-hundred 
and fifty dollars, on the even-money favorite to win. 

"At least Hallowed Envoy knows how to win races," Cary said. 

Brandon felt the tension in the air. He watched the post parade. "Hallowed 
Envoy looks frisky; he's not all lathered up like some of the horses in this 
heat." 

"And he's got his regular jockey aboard. Some of those apprentice boys 
couldn't steer a horse on a merry-go-round." 

From flagfall to finish it was Hallowed Envoy, who galloped home an easy 
winner by half a dozen lengths. 

"About fucking time we cashed a ticket. Shit, this breaks us even," Cary 
said. 

They walked out of the track, which was littered with green tout sheets that 
had correctly picked most of the winners. 

"That's misleading," Cary said. "Public handicappers usually get very few 
winners. There's too much inside shit happening at horse races, like when 
barns bet their horses. They say that horse sense is a matter of stable 
thinking." 

"I'm glad we won," Brandon said. 

"Broke even. But that's winning at a goddamn track." 

"It's crazy," Brandon said. "If Hallowed Envoy hadn't won we'd be in the 
shithouse." 

"But the horse won, that's what counts." 

"Jesus, this place is hotter than hell. I'd like to go for a good swim." 

"Whatever you want, kid." 

"You mean it? Where?" 

"There was a motel out by the airport. It had a swimming pool. We'll get a 
room and go for a dip." 

Cary stopped at a grocery store and bought a cold pack of Miller beer. They 
checked into the Cloud View Inn near the airport. 

"I'm glad we brought our swim suits along," Brandon said. 

Brandon could feel his brother's eyes on him, looking at the skimpy red 
Speedo. He looked at Cary in his blue boxer style trunks. 

They drank beer and waited until some kids got out of the pool. 

"The little bastards are gone now," Cary said. 

They raced to the pool and jumped into the water. 

Brandon splashed his brother. Cary grabbed him and dunked him. 

They swam around until they were tired and cooled off. 

Inside the motel room they toweled off. 

Brandon took off his swim suit. His cock was all shriveled up. 

"You look like a little boy with your crotch shaved." 

Brandon lewdly wiped his crotch. 

Cary took off his trunks. His hairy body was manly and sexy. 

Brandon stroked his big brother's soft cock and massaged the wrinkled 
ballsac. 

Cary sat down on the edge of the bed. Brandon kneeled down and put his lips 
around the soft cock and sucked on it until it became engorged with blood. 

Brandon reached between his legs and jacked on his own stiffening cock while 
he sucked his brother's prick. 

"Suck me good, baby brother. Uh-huh. Oh yeahhhh." 

Brandon rubbed the soft down on his brother's thighs. He cupped Cary's 
dangling balls in their sac. He kept jacking his own prick while he sucked 
Cary's cock. 

"Ohhhh," Cary moaned. "Keep sucking my prick." 

Brandon had to stop beating his meat because he didn't want to shoot off 
right away. He deep-throated Cary's prick and gently inserted a finger into 
Cary's butt hole. 

"Mmmmmm. Ooooh. Keep doing that." 

Brandon gripped the veiny prick shaft with his right hand. He sucked the 
cockhead, darting his tongue into the piss slit. All the while he kept 
finger-fucking his butch marine brother. 

"Faster. Suck me faster," Cary moaned. 

Brandon rubbed his brother's pubic bush with one hand while he continued 
finger-fucking him and swallowing his cock. 

Cary placed his hands around his brother's wet, curly hair. 

Brandon gagged but didn't stop sucking. He bobbed his head up and down on 
that dick that he loved. 

Cary was panting now. 

Brandon pulled his finger out of the hairy fuck-hole and the hot cum spurted 
into his mouth. He deep-throated Cary's cock and swallowed every drop of cum 
out of that quivering prickmeat. 

Brandon lewdly sucked the shit off his finger that had been up his brother's 
butt. 

Cary's strong arms brought his brother up on the bed and on top of him. 

Just feeling his brother's hot, hairy skin made Brandon shiver. Cary kissed 
him on the lips and probed his tongue into Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon was at the brink. He couldn't stop himself. His cock rubbed against 
his brother's hairy stomach, and just exploded, shooting gobs of hot 
teenaged cum all over his brother's hairy torso. 

Brandon lifted up and looked at the sticky goo that he'd shot onto his 
brother's hairy torso. 

He lapped up his creamy cum off his brother's chest and stomach. 

Cary's cock was throbbing. He grabbed his young brother's smooth white ass. 

Brandon spit on his palm and lubed his asscrack. He reached behind him and 
guided Cary's big cock into his fuck-hole. He sat down on the stiff prick, 
taking it all the way inside him, feeling the fiery cock sear his guts. 

Cary put his hands on Brandon's hips. He thrust upwards, stabbing his hard 
cock in and out of his young brother's tight fuck-hole. 

"Oh Cary, I love your cock inside me. It's so hot, so hard." 

Brandon sat up straight with the big cock firmly entrenched in his ass-hole. 
He rolled his head from side to side and furiously bounced his ass up and 
down on the cock that stuffed his ass-hole. 

"Oh God, you've got the tightest, the juiciest ass there ever was. Ohhhh." 

Bouncing his butt up and down on his brother's big cock, looking at the 
glazed blue-green eyes of his brother, the ringlets of dark brown hair that 
crowned his face, made Brandon's cock hard as a rock. 

"Oh shit. Fuck. Ummm. Here it comes-" 

Just looking at the contorted expression on his brother's face, just 
listening to him groan pushed Brandon over the line. 

Brandon's ass-hole spasmed at the same time he felt the bolts of his butch 
marine brother's hot cum spurt into his guts. 

A thick gob of pearly cum clung to Brandon's piss slit. He scooped up the 
cum and smeared it across his brother's thick, sensuous lips. 

Cary eagerly licked his chops, eating his young brother's fuckjuice. 

Brandon lifted up and the softening cock slipped out of his butt. He scooted 
up on his brother's chest and sat on his brother's face. 

Cary's tongue stuck into his young brother's fuck-hole. He ate out his own 
cum that he'd just shot up there. 

Brandon scooted down on his brother's chest and bent down and kissed his 
lips, tasting the mixture of cum and shit in his mouth. 

Brandon heard his brother grunt, then he felt the spray of warm piss shower 
his back. The drops of golden pee dripped down onto his buns, into his 
asscrack. 

In a swift movement, Cary fucked his brother down onto his back, reversing 
positions, straddling his brother's chest. He held his cock and let go with 
a gusher of hot piss. 

Brandon opened his mouth and eagerly swallowed as much of his brother's piss 
as he could. 

Piss splattered all over Brandon's face and hair. 

Cary lifted up and pissed all over his younger brother's hairless body, 
soaking it with golden fluid. 

Cary straddled his brother again and shoved his prick into Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon cleaned the shit, piss and cum stains off his brother's cock. 

Brandon wallowed in the piss-soaked bed. He didn't care where they went or 
what they did, just as long as he could be his big butch marine brother's 
scumbag and toilet. 

* * * 

At home the Nelson brothers were inseparable. They tinkered with the Chevy 
Im-pala, washing and polishing it until the sheen was like a mirror. 

They stayed high smoking dope, drinking beer and blasting the stereo in 
Cary's room whenever the folks were gone. 

Brandon didn't even want to sleep in his own room anymore. He wanted things 
to be the way they had been when he and Cary were little boys and shared a 
bedroom with bunk beds. 

Brandon remembered all the fights they had over marbles and bubblegum cards. 
It had all been so dumb! But none of the neighborhood bullies had picked on 
Brandon because they were scared of his big brother. 

"What are you going to do with your life?" Brandon asked Cary one day. 

"Just stay loaded and go to the track." 

"You'll wind up like the oldtimer who picks up empty aluminum beer cans at 
the track and sells them. When you ask him if he's got a winner, he says he 
can't pick his nose." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know. The only person who cleans up at the track is the guy 
who scoops up the horseshit." 

"You don't have to be a loser," Brandon said. 

"You sound like the old man. He gets his kicks telling me how I'm corrupting 
you with drinking, dope and gambling." 

"He's right, you know. That's not the real world." 

"Oh sure! You'd set the world on fire, but your matches are all wet. Get 
lost." 

Brandon didn't like to quarrel with Cary because he loved him so much. But 
he didn't want dad to kick Cary out. Mom always took Cary's side and said 
that he needed time to get on his feet. Dad kept quiet. 

Brandon loved to fill the bathtub with bub-blebath when he was stoned and 
soak for hours. 

He didn't have to think about anything, just luxuriate in the sudsy water 
and feel good. 

Cary came into the bathroom. He pulled out his prick and tinkled in the 
stool. 

"You just want to crawl back into the womb where everything is wet and 
warm," Cary said. 

"You live in a dream world, Cary." 

"What are you doing, trying to psych yourself up to go back to school? 
Teachers just mess with your mind. Stay with me and you'll have fun." 

"You didn't learn anything in the Marine Corps. Life's not just having fun." 

"I was a good jarhead. I really dug all that physical training. They build 
men, so they say. After boot, all I got was guard duty at the gate to 
Treasure Island. That's why I liked the action at the track, something was 
happening." 

"Why didn't they let you reenlist?" 

"I went AWOL too many times and stayed stoned most of the time." 

"Why was dad so mad at you?" 

"How should I know? Maybe because he knows his macho marine son is a fairy." 

"But you're not the Tinkerbell type." 

"I don't have to choose between chiffon and leather. But I know I'm just as 
much a faggot as any nelly bitch or bad-ass biker," Cary said. 

"I'm just as queer as you." 

"You'll probably get married and eat bearded clams. When you get the urge 
for a man, you'll cruise public toilets." 

"All I'm saying is that you don't have to be fucked-up because you're gay." 

"You can be a bummer sometimes. Enjoy your life-that's what it's all about." 

Cary stripped out of his clothes. 

Brandon's cock got hard underneath all those bubbles in the tub. Just 
looking at that hard, hairy body of his butch marine brother always made him 
horny. 

Cary got into the tub with his teenaged brother. He reached over and grabbed 
his young brother's stiff cock. 

"Well, what have we got here? And I thought you were in here playing with a 
rubber duck." 

"Oh Cary! You get me so horny. You're such a hot stud," Brandon laughed. 

Cary straddled his young brother. He impaled his hairy butt on Brandon's 
towering prick. 

Brandon loved it when he could fuck his big brother in the ass. He thrust 
his cock deep inside the hot, hairy fuck-hole. 

"Ohhh, fuck me! What a hunky little brother!" 

In the frothy bubblebath, Brandon rammed his cock in and out of the fiery 
fuck-hole, splashing water all over the bathroom floor. 

Cary tweaked Brandon's nipples, which sent waves of pain and pleasure 
coursing through Brandon's body. 

Brandon held those wet, hairy buns while his brother bounced up and down on 
his stiff prick. 

"Oh God, it feels so good. Kid Brother's big cock pumping into my ass-hole. 
Keep fucking me. Ohhhh." 

Brandon grabbed his brother's cock and jacked the stiff prick that was 
leaking pre-cum into the bubbles. 

He could tell by Cary's moaning and gasping for breath that he was going to 
shoot his jizz. He wanted to fill his brother's ass with hot cum at the same 
time Cary shot his wad. 

Cary bounced up and down on his brother's cock. Brandon frigged the skin up 
and down over the crimson cockhead faster and faster. 

"Oh shit. Fucking sonofabitch! Open your mouth." 

Brandon obeyed and was rewarded with gobs of creamy cum that shot into his 
mouth and all over his face. 

When Cary's tight ass-hole spasmed around his cock, Brandon grabbed those 
strong, hairy thighs and blasted a giant load of fuckjuice inside Cary's 
ass. 

Brandon licked the cum off his face. Nothing in the world was as delicious 
as the bitter-sweet nectar from his brother's cock. 

Cary sat down on Brandon's smooth legs. He reached behind him and roughly 
squeezed Brandon's balls. 

"Looking good, fuck-face," Cary teased. He slowly lifted himself off his 
young brother's cock. 

Brandon smeared his brother's cum on his face and licked his fingers. 

Cary got out of the tub and toweled off. 

Brandon unplugged the tub and the bubbly water gurgled down the drain. He 
stood up in the tub and dried off with the towel his brother handed him. 

Cary put his towel on the floor to soak up some of the water. 

When Brandon stepped out of the tub, Cary grabbed him from behind and rubbed 
his fiery cock into Brandon's asscrack until his cock got hard. 

Brandon kneeled down on the wet towel on the floor. He rested his head on 
his arms on the edge of the bathtub. 

Cary kneeled down beside his teenaged brother. He kept jacking his cock 
against Brandon's ass. 

Brandon could feel the big hairy balls tickle his ass-cheeks. "Stick it in 
my ass, Cary." Cary's cock leaked pre-cum into Brandon's asscrack. He stuck 
his cock into the fiery butt hole. 

Brandon's sphincter clamped tightly around his brother's cock. He bucked 
back at the invading fuckmeat. 

Cary fucked with piston-like action. 

"Oh shit! My cock feels so good inside your hot, tight butt." 

"Fuck me, Cary. Keep fucking me!" Brandon begged. 

It was only a matter of a few more strokes when Brandon felt the cock become 
concrete-hard up his butt. 

Cary quickly removed his prick from his brother's ass-hole. He jacked it and 
groaned. 

Brandon felt the drops of hot cum spurt onto his ass-cheeks. 

Cary bent down and licked his creamy cum drops off his teenaged brother's 
smooth buns. 

Brandon had a roaring hard-on. 

Cary spread his young brother's ass-cheeks and darted his tongue up the 
tangy ass-hole. He reached around and jacked on Brandon's cock. 

"Rim me, Cary. I love it. I love your tongue up my ass." 

Cary darted his tongue in and out of his young brother's puckered ass-hole. 
At the same time he jacked Brandon off. 

"Oh fuck. Shit. Oh Jesus." Brandon's cum squirted out of his piss hole and 
ran down the side of the bathtub. 

Cary licked the cum off his fingers. He pushed Brandon aside and licked the 
drops of creamy cum off the side of the bathtub. 

Cary roughly shoved his young brother down on the wet towel on the floor. 

"No, don't," Brandon protested. 

Cary held his prick and let go with a spray of foamy piss. 

"Open your mouth!" 

"No, and you can't make me!" Brandon cried. 

Cary pulled his brother's hair and held back his head. 

Brandon wanted to be forced to do it. But he opened his mouth and drank his 
brother's acrid pee. 

"You like that, don't you?" Cary growled. "Yes." 

Cary yanked on his young brother's hair. "Yes, Sir." 

Cary dragged Brandon over to the toilet bowl and pushed his head into the 
pool of yellow water where Cary had pissed earlier. 

"Drink it, piss slave." 

Brandon lapped up the cold piss water. It tasted putrid, but he didn't want 
to make his master mad just now. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was on to the State Fair at Cal Expo in Sacramento. 

Brandon and Cary stood out on the blacktop in the heat drinking beer from 
paper cups and watching the races. 

Cary took some flier bets on the daily double and exacta races. 

"They sure stiff a lot of horses to fuck the public," Brandon said, 
disappointed that they hadn't cashed any tickets. 

"I came to bet the feature race. This mare, Forgotten Ruler, has a fitness 
edge. She's got a good chance to steal it." 

When the feature race rolled around, Brandon watched the tote board in the 
infield. The favorite at 6-5 was Sticks Pleasure. 

Cary plunked down two hundred dollars on Forgotten Ruler, which dropped to 
2-I odds in the betting. 

In the race Sticks Pleasure went out on an easy lead. Turning into the 
stretch, the horses bunched up. 

Brandon shouted when Forgotten Ruler, the number seven horse, closed with a 
rush to take it all. 

"Make it official, mother-fuckers," Cary said. 

Forgotten Ruler was declared the winner, the race was official on the tote 
board. 

Cary happily cashed the computerized ticket, which paid six-hundred bucks, a 
hefty four-hundred dollar profit. 

They walked around the fair and ate junk food and drank more beer. 

"What's happening?" a voice said. 

"Hey, Dusty!" 

Cary shook hands with a long-haired guy who was accompanied by a skinny 
chick. They chatted for a moment, turning their backs to Brandon and the 
girl. 

"Who the hell was that?" Brandon asked Cary after the couple walked away. 

"Rhodes, but everybody calls him Dusty. He was stationed with me at TI, a 
righteous dude. He turned me on to some shit." 

Brandon looked at the two giant golden bears near the main entrance. 

"Let's shove. Too many fucking people, too many screaming brats," Cary said. 

They drove to a spot out by the American River. 

Brandon opened them each a beer from the pack in the trunk. The beer was 
warm and foamy. 

They dropped the hits of mescaline that Cary got from Dusty. 

Brandon sipped beer until he felt a rush from the mescaline. Suddenly 
everything looked super clear, like it was wrapped in cellophane, the 
bushes, the river, the sky. 

"How are you doing?" Cary asked. 

"Okay. But you look like the Man from Glad! Everything looks like it's 
covered with plastic. 

Cary got them another beer. He got the drab green wool blanket out of the 
trunk and spread it down on the dirt at the river's edge. 

Brandon sipped the warm beer and tripped out on the cellophaned 
surroundings. 

Cary pulled down his young brother's cut-off Levi's. "I've been looking at 
those sexy legs of yours all day." 

Brandon rolled over on his stomach and propped his butt up in the air. 

"Fuck me, Cary. I feel so high and I want to fly with your dick in my ass." 

Brandon looked back, watching his brother drop his pants, jack the big cock 
until it was hard and rub it into his asscrack. He could feel the slimy 
pre-cum lube his fuck-hole. 

There was no entry pain, just the snug feeling of having his butt stuffed 
with his brother's big prick. 

"Oh shit, you can fuck me forever this way. It feels so goddamn good!" 
Brandon sighed. 

Brandon moved his butt around and bucked back at his brother's pubic bush, 
feeling the hairs tickle his ass. He listened to Cary groan as his cock 
pumped into him. He felt Cary's big hairy balls slap against his ass-cheeks. 

"Oh yeah," Brandon moaned. "Ummmm. Hot marine brother's big prick stabbing 
into my guts. I feel so high, so good! All I want is your jizz in my ass." 

Cary pumped his prick faster and faster into his young brother's shitter. 

"Oh God. Shit, I can feel your cum shooting inside me. It feels like your 
body is melting into me. Ohhhh." 

Cary's cock softened and slid out of his young brother's ass-hole. 

Brandon turned around. The sky, the bushes were still covered in cellophane. 

Cary rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs. 

Brandon crawled between the hairy, beefy thighs. He spread those furry buns 
and licked into the asscrack. He sucked on the puckered hole, tasting traces 
of his brother's shit. 

His cock raged. With his plastic-coated vision it looked like his cock was 
covered with a condom. Cary looked like one of those inflatable latex dolls. 

Brandon's cock leaked clear pre-cum. He rubbed his prick into the hairy 
asscrack, located the puckered hole and pushed inside. 

"Fuck me, Baby Brother! I feel so fucking high. I want to get fucked with 
your big cock." 

Brandon took deep, penetrating strokes, which made Cary moan. He increased 
his fucking rhythm, taking shorter fuck-strokes. 

"Ummm. Harder. Fuck me harder!" Cary gasped. 

Brandon buried his cock all the way inside the fiery fuck-hole. He drew back 
and rammed the ass-hole like a pile driver until he felt the cum churning in 
his balls. 

"Do it, Brandon. Shoot your cum up my ass!" 

Brandon plunged inside to the hilt. He felt Cary's ass muscles grip his 
cock. 

"Oh fuck! Shit! Oh Jesus, here it comes. Take it, Cary. Take my cum!" 
Brandon exclaimed. 

Brandon felt like his head flew off when he dumped buckets of scalding cum 
into his brother's guts. 

Brandon lay down on his brother's back. He felt his brother's sphincter 
squeeze all the cum it could out of his nuts. His prick loudly slurped out 
of his brother's shitter. 

Cary turned around and went down on the shitand cum-covered cock that had 
been up his butt. He licked all the goo off the cockhead. 

Brandon snaked into a sixty-nine position. He could taste the tangy shit and 
salty cum on the cock that had been up his butt hole. 

Cary sucked hungrily on his young brother's cock. Brandon did the same, 
sucking Cary's prick. 

Cary squeezed his brother's balls while he deep-throated his brother's 
prick. Brandon did the same thing to Cary. 

Brandon's balls ached and he knew he was ready to shoot again. He took his 
mouth off 

Cary's cock and jacked it. 

"Oooh, shit. I'm coming. Oooh, swallow my cum." 

Brandon's prick exploded, flooding his brother's mouth with fuckjuice. 

A moment later Cary let out a scream and the jizz oozed out of his piss slit 
and dripped down Brandon's fingers. 

Brandon stuck his Angers in his mouth and licked off the gobs of creamy 
jism. 

In a quick movement, Cary was on top of his young brother, pinning him down. 

Brandon smelled a stinky fart. He heard Cary grunt and he felt the steamy 
turd drop on his chest. 

"Oh wow! Don'd do it. That freaks me out." 

Cary picked up the turd and shoved the shit into his young brother's mouth. 

Brandon was loaded and felt like he was going to puke. But he swallowed the 
shit because it was his brother's shit. 

"Good boy. Good scat slave," Cary said as he patted his brother's head. 

Brandon wanted to barf because the shit smell was so putrid. 

At the river's edge he kneeled down and splashed water all over his face, 
washing away Cary's shit. He bobbed his head in the water and washed the 
shit out of his mouth. 

Cary handed his young brother another warm beer. 

Brandon guzzled the frothy beer and got rid of the shit taste. 

He looked up at the sky that was darkening. Its plastic cover was melting 
away and the plastic dripped off into the bushes. Cary no longer looked like 
the Man from Glad, but like the big hairy, hunky brute marine that he was. 

At the freeway ramp they stopped for a teenaged hitchhiker. 

"Can you give me a lift to Davis?" the tall redhead asked. 

"Yeah, if you don't mind riding with a couple of queers," Cary said. 

The redhead climbed into the car beside Brandon. 

"Name's Ross." 

"I'm Cary and he's Brandon." 

Brandon felt Ross' denim-clad leg press against his bare leg. 

"What do you do in Davis?" Cary asked. 

"I'm an agriculture student at Cal," Ross said. "Want to smoke a joint?" 

"Sure," Cary said. 

Ross lit up the joint and they passed it back and forth, toking it. 

"You could get raped hitchhiking," Cary said. 

"I'll take my chances," Ross said. 

"I picked you up because I thought you had a nice ass." 

"Thanks, man." 

"Are you into butt-fucking?" 

"I've been that route before." 

Brandon had never heard his brother come on so strong before. He figured 
Cary was just loaded. 

The sun was setting when they reached Davis. 

"This is the turnoff," Ross said. "I appreciate the ride." 

"This is good grass," Brandon said. 

Ross gave Brandon a joint to smoke later. 

"If you're in no big rush, I'd like to throw a fuck into that cute ass of 
yours," Cary said. 

"Pull over," Ross said. 

"He was just teasing," Brandon said. 

"I wasn't," Ross said. "I'd like you to fuck me." 

Cary pulled off into a deserted country road. 

Brandon couldn't believe this was happening. And he was jealous that Cary 
was going to fuck Ross. 

Ross climbed into the back seat of the Chevy and dropped his jeans. 

Brandon watched his brother mount the college stud. He had to admit that 
Ross had a sexy ass. His cock got stiff when he watched Cary pull out his 
prick and shove it into the hot, hungry ass-hole. 

Brandon's cock snaked out of his Levi cutoffs. He jerked his prick while he 
watched Cary slam his cock into the redhead's butt. 

Brandon leaned over the seat. He rubbed his brother's hairy ass while it 
undulated over the smooth buns of the college stud. He squeezed his 
brother's balls. 

"Do it, man. Shoot your wad up my ass." 

Cary increased his fucking rhythm. 

Brandon went back to jacking off while he watched his brother's big cock 
fuck into the redhead's ass with piston-like action. 

"Oh Jesus, I can feel it coming! Oh Christ! Ooooh. Hot cum shooting into my 
ass." 

Brandon jacked his cock faster and faster when he heard his brother grunt. 
But he didn't shoot off because he was jealous that the redhead got Cary's 
cum up his ass. 

"Hey, Brandon. Want a piece of this whore's ass?" 

"Naw," the younger boy said. "Oh yeah," Ross said. "C'mon and fuck me." 

Brandon thought of the hot ass-hole full of his brother's cum. It made him 
horny so he mounted Ross ass and roughly rammed his prick in. 

Ross gyrated his hips. "Oh wow, you've got a big cock." 

Brandon pumped his prick faster and faster into the cum-filled butt hole. 

"Oooh, shit! More! More! Keep fucking me," Ross moaned. 

Brandon kept thinking of Cary's cum inside this fiery ass-hole. He rammed 
his prick harder and faster into the ass-hole until it exploded. 

"Oh God, I can feel it shooting. Hot cum blasting into my guts!" Ross 
squealed. 

Brandon groaned while he emptied his nuts into this college stud's ass-hole. 

Ross rolled over onto his back. His rosy cockhead poked through its sheath. 

"Let me take another shot at this slut's ass," Cary said. 

Brandon moved over. 

Cary lifted Ross' legs into the air and put his prick back up his ass-hole. 

Ross moaned and furiously beat his meat while his ass was stuffed with 
Cary's cock. 

Brandon's prick stayed hard. He jacked his cock while he watched Ross 
jack-off and take Cary's cock plunging into his cummy ass-hole. 

"Ohhhhh, God. Christ. Jesus! Holy shit, I'm coming-" 

Gobs of creamy cum spurted out of the redhead's piss hole. 

Cary pulled his prick out of the spasming ass-hole and he shot drops of cum 
onto Ross' stomach. 

Brandon's cock exploded when he saw his brother shoot his wad. He blasted a 
load of cum onto Ross' stomach. 

Cary started to lick the three flavors of cum off Ross' torso. Brandon 
joined him, lapping up the sweet and salty mixtures of fuckjuice. 

Cary straddled Ross' chest and shoved his shitand cum-stained prick between 
the redhead's lips. 

Ross opened his mouth and licked Cary's cockhead. 

Brandon poked his prick against Ross' cheek, smearing the traces of shit on 
Ross' face. 

Ross grabbed both of the brothers' pricks and sucked on them at the same 
time. 

While Ross deep-throated Brandon's prick, Cary held his cock and let go with 
a few drops of pee. Then he let a geyser of piss spray all over Ross' face. 

Ross let go of Brandon's cock. "Oh no! Don't do that. Don't piss on me." 

"Drink my piss, you scumbag farmer!" Cary bellowed. 

"No, I can't." 

"Stop it, Cary," Brandon said, sympathetic to the protesting redhead. 

"He wants to swallow my piss, don't you, college man?" 

"No, I can't. I've never done that. Don't make me. Please!" Ross begged. 

Cary pissed all over the redhead's face. 

Ross opened his mouth and drank Cary's piss. 

Seeing this, Brandon joined in. He too sprayed piss into Ross' mouth. 

Ross gagged but kept swallowing their golden fluid. 

"I know a toilet when I see one," Cary said. 

"Oh wow, I can't believe I drank piss! I loved it. You've got to be the 
sexiest dudes I've ever met," Ross exclaimed. 

"It runs in the family," Cary said. 

"Oh Jesus, you two are brothers? Yeah, you look so much alike. I'd love to 
get it on with my older brother, but he's a priest. That's always been my 
jack-off fantasy, to get my priest brother to fuck me in the ass." 

Brandon lit up the joint and they passed it around while they rearranged 
their clothes. 

They dropped Ross off near the Cal-Davis campus. 

Ross insisted on writing down his address and phone number, which he gave on 
a matchbook to Cary. 

Driving along the I-80 freeway heading home, Cary tossed the matchbook out 
the window. 

"Why did yu do that?" Brandon asked. 

"He was just a trick, but I don't like the same trick a second time. 
Besides, I've got a hot-ass little brother who's the best fuck in the 
world." 

Cary rubbed his young brother's bare leg while they tooled along the 
freeway. 

Brandon didn't want to share his brother with anybody. He'd give Cary all 
the ass he could handle at home. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Brandon went back to school at Pleasant Valley High. 

Cary started going to the fall meeting at Bay Meadows racetrack. 

"I need a bankroll to score really big," Cary said. "It takes money to make 
money, you know." 

"What are you driving at?" Brandon toked the joint and handed it back to his 
brother. "I was thinking about making you my partner. You invest some 
capital and I'll provide the knowhow." 

The grass made Brandon feel giddy. "You mean, the horseshit!" he laughed. 

"C'mon, Brandon. You know how lucky I am at the track." Cary took a hit off 
the joint and passed it back to his young brother. 

"I've got just a few bucks. I've borrowed up on my allowance for school 
clothes." 

"I don't mean chicken feed. I mean, like a grand." 

"You mean from the money Gramps left me for college? What happened to your 
money?" 

"I blew it already. If I had the money, I wouldn't be asking you." 

"No way, man. That's money for my future. Gramps worked his whole life in 
that dinky grocery store that was like a prison cell and he wanted us to get 
an education." 

"I'll make us both some big bucks. All I need is a decent bankroll. You saw 
how lucky I was this summer." 

Brandon sucked the marijuana smoke deep into his lungs and coughed. "No can 
do. Besides, I don't have the passbook." 

"But I do." Cary waved the savings account book in the air. 

"Where did you get that?" 

"Out of the trunk in the old man's closet." 

"Oh wow! He'd kick your ass if he knew you got into his personal stuff." 

"All I need is your signature. Do me this favor. I'll make it worth your 
while. Your pockets will be full of money. Trust me." 

"Jesus, I don't know," Brandon said slowly. 

"I'm your brother. I wouldn't burn you." 

"But the track's all high risk. I can't do it. Besides, they might not let 
me have any money out of the account." 

"They have to. It's in your name as well as dad's, a joint account. I got my 
money out without the old man's John Hancock." 

"That's why he's so pissed at you, huh? Because you blew all that money." 

"It was my money." 

"I plan to go to San Jose State. I'll need every cent of that money for 
tuition and books." 

"That's two years from now. I'll have a job and I'll help you so you can't 
lose. We're brothers, we got to stick together." 

Brandon held the clip and sucked on the roach until the embers burned his 
Up. 

* * * 

At the bank Brandon was surprised at how easy it was to withdraw the money. 
A bank officer had to approve the large withdrawal, and he asked Brandon why 
he needed the money. 

"He's buying my car," Cary said. "I'm his brother. I'm a student at San Jose 
State, so I need the cash." 

"I see," the bank officer said and initialed the withdrawal slip. 

Outside the bank Brandon still felt high from smoking the grass. 

"A piece of cake, getting the money, like I said," Cary laughed. 

"You're such a liar, all that bullshit about the car and you being a college 
student." 

"He bought it! Just be glad it wasn't the old fart I had to go through to 
get my money. He asked a thousand questions and insisted I take a check." 

Cary was off to the racetrack with all that money. 

* * * 

Brandon couldn't concentrate on his school work because he was worried that 
his father would find out about the missing money. He also worried that Cary 
would lose all his money betting the ponies. 

In a week Cary went broke at the track. 

"How did you lose the money so fast?" Brandon asked. no 

"Goddamn favorites! I don't bet odds-on horses. But the track's lightning 
fast, the speed's holding up." 

"I'm sorry," Brandon said. "The track sucks." 

Cary opened them both a beer while their folks were out shopping. 

"You've just got to write it off and get a job. It was only a matter of 
time," Brandon said. 

Cary guzzled the beer. 

Brandon thought his big macho marine brother looked like a lost boy. He was 
so sad and gloomy. 

Brandon groped Cary, but he moved away. Brandon missed not fucking with his 
hunky marine brother, but Cary wasn't in the mood. The folks thought Cary 
was down in the dumps because he was supposedly out looking for a job and 
had had no luck finding one. Mom continued to fix all of Cary's favorite 
foods to try to cheer him up. 

"All I need is a chance to get out. You've got to help me. I just need 
five-hundred more." 

"I can't do that. I just can't," Brandon said. 

"I'll get your money back, just trust me." 

Brandon cut school the next day and went to the bank. 

Cary told the bank officer they needed the money for mechanical repairs to 
make the car safe. The bank officer asked suspicious. 

"That bank prick probably thinks I'm buying dope," Brandon said. 

"It's none of his goddamn business what you do with your money. If it was my 
account, I'd tell him to fuck off." 

Brandon went to his afternoon classes while Cary was off to the track. 

That night the folks went to their lodge meeting. 

"How did you do at the track?" Brandon asked, although he didn't really have 
to ask. He could tell by the scowl on his brother's face. 

"I went right into the toilet," Cary replied. 

"Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Cheer up, bunky." 

"There's no tomorrow for me." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"I bet favorites. I had the money pushed up to seven hundred. Then I dumped 
on Expressman who shipped in from Del Mar for the stakes race. Expressman 
was bet down to 6-5. He's had nine races, four straight wins and second in 
all his other races. Talk about a lock on the race." 

"You dropped seven bills on one race?" 

"Un-huh. Martini Power burned Expressman up on the pace. Enemy Number One, 
the goddamned stablemate to Roving Boy, the early 

Kentucky Derby favorite, caught them both at the wire." 

"Aw, shit! What are you going to do now?" 

"If I felt better, I'd kill myself." 

"It's only money. Forget it. You were on borrowed time at the track." 

"Just let me have five hundred more. I'll get out, you'll see." 

"Man, I can't do that. You're just throwing good money after bad. Quit, 
you'll be better off." 

"I don't want to quit a loser," Cary exclaimed. 

"You're not a loser, Cary. You're the hottest stud alive! 

Brandon kneeled down, unbuttoned Cary's Levi's and took out his big prick. 

"Aw, yeah. Ummm, that feels good, Baby Brother," Cary sighed. 

Brandon had been hungry for the taste of his brother's cock for so long. He 
jacked on the veiny shaft and licked the piss slit that was leaking pre-cum. 

"You'll let me have the other five bills I need, right?" 

Brandon couldn't think straight while he was worshiping his brother's big 
stiff cock. He was afraid that if he didn't agree, Cary would deny him his 
prick. 

"Say it, Brandon." 

"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever you say." 

Cary rubbed his young brother's head while he pumped his prick in and out of 
Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon was delirious while sucking on that big cock that swung between his 
brother's legs. He'd have agreed to kill at a time like this. 

Brandon massaged the big dangling balls in their hairy sac. 

"Put it back in your mouth, baby." 

Brandon obeyed and deep-throated the cock. His own prick raged in his Jockey 
shorts while he mouth-fucked his gorgeous brother. 

"Ohhh, shit. Don't stop sucking. Ummmm," Cary moaned. 

Brandon felt the steely hard cock explode in his mouth. He saw stars while 
bolts of hot creamy cum spurted into his mouth. He swallowed every drop of 
his brother's delicious, salty fuck juice. 

A drop of pearly cum clung to the piss slit of the spent cock. Brandon 
caught the drop of cum with the tip of his tongue. 

Cary pulled his young brother's hair and shoved him down on the floor. 

"Don't be so rough," Brandon complained, although he was secretly glad when 
his brother acted rough. 

Cary pulled up Brandon's tee shirt and took the crew neck over his head. The 
tee shirt was still wrapped over his arms and behind his head. 

Cary sucked on his teenaged brother's nipples until they were hard. He 
trailed a path of saliva down the smooth chest to the bellybutton. 

Brandon was so horny with the taste of his brother's cum in his mouth and 
with the feel of the fiery tongue licking his bellybutton. 

Cary stripped off his brother's Levi's and sneakers. He looked at the wet 
drop of pre-cum that became bigger on the teenager's Jockey shorts. 

"Oh God, I'm so fucking hot!" 

Brandon gritted his teeth and thought about the history lesson he should be 
reading now, just so he wouldn't shoot off right away. 

Cary bit the elastic band of the shorts and pulled down the briefs. 

Brandon noted that the hair was slowly growing back on his crotch, so he 
wouldn't be embarrassed to shower after gym class. 

Cary's fingers pulled the shorts off his young brother's smooth legs. 

Brandon had the tee shirt wrapped behind his neck and over his biceps. He 
still had the calf-length white socks on. 

Cary stripped naked while Brandon watched. 

Cary raised Brandon's legs in the air. With his tongue, he licked into the 
smooth asscrack. 

"Ooooh, shit. That gets me so hot. Rim me, Cary. Eat my ass. Ohhhh." 

Cary's tongue darted into his teenaged brother's shitter, lubing it with 
spit. 

"Fuck me, Cary. Shove your big prick up my ass." 

Cary held the bulbous cockhead of his stiff cock at the entrance to his 
young brother's fuck-hole. Then he pushed the cockhead inside. 

Brandon felt on fire with the spongy cockhead of his brother's dick plugged 
into his butt hole. 

Brandon's cock quivered. He grabbed his cock and beat it. 

Cary watched while his young brother jacked off. He rubbed his brother's 
wrinkled ballsac. 

"Oh shit. Here it comes-" 

Brandon beat his meat faster and faster. He shoved his ass onto the shaft of 
his brother's fuckmeat, taking the hard cock deep inside his butt, feeling 
the tickle of the wiry pubic bush. 

Cary slowly pumped his prick into the hot, tight ass-hole. 

Gobs of hot creamy cum flew out of the teenager's piss slit while he groaned 
and screwed his face into a grin. 

Cary gently pulled his prick out of the spasming ass-hole. He scooped up the 
pool of cum off his young brother's torso. With his cummy hand, he jerked 
his prick. He climbed up onto his brother's smooth chest. 

Brandon was hypnotized by watching his brother beat his meat in his face. He 
rubbed his brother's hairy ass-cheeks and thighs. 

"Open your mouth, baby." 

Cary leaned back and furiously fisted his cock. 

Brandon lifted his head and opened his mouth wide. 

"Take my cum in your mouth." 

Drops of hot cum spurted all over Brandon's face. He licked his lips and ate 
as much of the delicious fuckjuice as he could. He smeared the rest of it 
over his face. 

Cary held his softening cock. 

Brandon was still in a trance just looking at the big prick covered with his 
cum and with the taste of Cary's cum in his mouth. 

Cary grunted. Drops of golden pee dripped onto Brandon's torso. A spray of 
foamy piss splattered all over the teenaged boy's face. 

Brandon opened his mouth and drank as much of his brother's acrid pee as he 
could swallow. 

Cary stood up and pissed all over his young brother's tits, cock and balls. 
Brandon went to the bank and withdrew another five-hundred dollars. He told 
the nosy bank officer that the car repairs ran more than expected. The bank 
officer gave him a glowering look, but okayed the withdrawal. 

That night when Brandon got home from school and Cary got home from the 
track, their father was livid. 

"Mr. Jewett called me from the Pleasant Valley Bank and told me about the 
large cash withdrawals from Brandon's account. I think I know what's going 
on." 

"Ain't no big thing. He loaned me some money to fix my car," Cary said. 

"Brandon, what happened?" 

Brandon could tell by his father's icy stare that all hell was about to 
break lose. He looked at Cary, whose eyes pleaded for him to confirm the 
explanation. 

"Brandon, I'm waiting for an answer." 

"That's right, I loaned the money to Cary." 

"I'll pay him back," Cary said. 

"You gambled away the money for your brother's education!" Wade Nelson said. 
"You're no good. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You blew 
your inheritance, but you had no right to take Brandon's money." 

"I gave it to him, Dad," Brandon said, feeling sorry for Cary. 

"Don't defend him! I wrote him off when the 

Marines did." 

"You never cared about me. It was always Brandon this and Brandon that. 
Brandon's good grades. Brandon's going to be somebody. Never once did you 
encourage me with anything," Cary yelled. 

"You're supposed to be a man. You've been in the Marines. But you act like 
the whiny, spoiled brat, mama's boy that you always were." 

"You're being kind of rough on Cary," Brandon said. 

"Shut up! When you're older, you'll thank me for showing you what a rat your 
brother really is." 

"And what the fuck are you?" Cary said. "Trying to live your life through 
him, being Joe College someday." 

"You have no respect for anyone. Not me. Not Brandon. Sharon always 
protected you," their dad bellowed. 

Brandon felt really sorry for Cary. If mom wasn't at the neighbor's, dad 
wouldn't get away with being so mean to Cary. 

"I tried to teach you, but you always ran to your mother." 

"You can't teach me shit! What the fuck are you anyway? Just some railroad 
worker. If it wasn't for the goddamn union, you'd be replaced by a 
computer." 

Wade slapped his oldest son across the face. 

"Fuck you, old man!" Cary spat. 

"I put food on the table and clothes on your back. You're not going to talk 
to me that way, you goddamn racetrack ass!" 

Brandon tried to stop Cary. But Cary punched his father so hard the older 
man went down. 

Wade Nelson stayed down, wiping the blood off his mouth. 

Brandon couldn't believe that Cary would actually hit their father. 

"Get out of my house!" Wade shouted. "Get out and don't ever come back. 
You're no longer my son!" 

Brandon could tell that they both regretted this moment and what they said 
and did to each other. But both Cary and their father were stubborn and 
neither would give an inch. 

Cary went to his room and stuffed his clothes into his suitcase. 

Brandon told his father, "Cary didn't mean it." 

"Let him go. It's better for everyone." 

Brandon ran to Cary. "Tell dad you didn't mean it!" he begged. 

"I meant it. It's over. So long, Little Brother." 

Brandon watched Cary leave the house without another word. He heard the 
Chevy Impala roar off into the night. 

* * * 

That night Brandon lay on his bed and cried into the pillow. He loved his 
father and he loved his big brother. A part of him wanted to beat Cary 
senseless for hitting their dad. But another part of him wanted to run away 
with Cary. 

He. was stirred from his thoughts when he heard his mother and father 
quarreling. Just as he expected, his mother was upset that dad had thrown 
Cary out of the house. 

Brandon undressed and went to sleep wearing just his Jockey shorts under the 
sheet. 

He dreamed of Cary. In the dream, Cary blamed Brandon for telling on him 
about the money and his going to the track. Brandon tried to explain that 
the bank officer had been the informer. 

"Lying little bastard!" Cary said. "I ought to beat you to death." 

"Honest, Cary. I'd never tell. I love you! You can have all the money!" 

Cary was wearing his Marine uniform. He looked so manly, such a hot stud. 

"Don't hurt me!" Brandon begged him. 

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You betrayed me, and 
now you'll have to pay!" 

Brandon tried to run out of the room, but he was no match for Cary. 

Cary took off Brandon's tee shirt. He pulled off Brandon's Levi's and 
shorts. 

Brandon's cock throbbed. He didn't care what Cary did to him. 

Cary manacled Brandon's hands to the chains that dangled from the ceiling 
beam. Brandon was hoisted up until his feet didn't touch the floor. 

Cary was still in uniform, but he was wearing a grotesque black leather 
executioner's mask. He wielded a leather whip. 

Brandon shuddered as the whip tore into his skin again and again. His prick 
was hard and leaking pre-cum. 

Cary flogged him until he thought he'd lost consciousness. Cary lowered the 
chains and Brandon's feet touched the floor. All his muscles ached and his 
skin was on fire from the sting of the whip. 

Cary opened a jar of poppers and gave them both a whiff. 

The pain subsided and Brandon felt incredibly high. 

Brandon got down on all fours, although his hands were still manacled to the 
rattling chains. He looked up between his legs at his tormentor. 

"Fuck me, Cary. Fuck me in the ass." 

Cary pulled out his prick. He jacked it until it was hard. He pushed the 
cockhead inside the teenager's butt hole. 

Brandon didn't know what to expect. Cary removed his prick. He took off his 
uniform jacket and rolled up the shirt sleeve on his right arm. 

Cary took the lid off the Crisco can. He smeared gobs of the white goo up 
Brandon's piss-filled butt. He greased his arm up to the elbow. 

Cary massaged Brandon's asspucker. He slipped one, two, three, four fingers 
up the teenager's butt. He folded his thumb against his palm and pushed his 
fist inside Brandon. 

Brandon was surprised at how elastic his ass muscles were and surprised that 
he could take his brother's fist up the ass. 

Cary gently twisted his fist-and pumped into the teenager's piss-filled ass. 

Brandon's butt felt like it was on fire. 

Cary fist-fucked his hunky little brother. His fist churned inside his 
brother's butt. 

"Ohhhh, God. My ass is on fire. My cock is on fire. Oh shit, I'm going to 
come. Shoot my load with my brother's fist up my ass. "Ohhhhh!" 

Gobs of creamy fuckjuice flew out of Brandon's piss slit. 

Cary roughly pulled his fist out of Brandon's butt. 

Brandon lost control of his ass muscles. The piss drained out of his 
ass-hole-only it wasn't piss. It was blood. His insides were cut and he was 
bleeding to death! 

"Oh Cary, help me. Don't let me die. Cary!" 

Brandon bolted upright in bed. His Jockey shorts were all gooey with cum. He 
checked his ass-hole and it wasn't bleeding. He lay on his stomach and 
spread his legs. He wanted to dream of Cary some more and have Cary fuck him 
in the ass with his big prick this time. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Brandon was doing his homework when the phone rang. 

"Hello, Cary. Where are you?" 

"Just cruising the area. Is the coast clear?" 

"Yeah, the folks are at some lodge shindig." 

"How would you like to go for a spin?" 

"I'm studying for a history test." 

"History is just a pack of lies." 

"Yeah, well-" Brandon thought of his brother and felt mad and horny at the 
same time. 

"I'll pick you up in five minutes." 

"Uh, okay. But I can't stay out long." 

It seemed like Brandon had just dropped the receiver in its cradle when he 
heard the toot of the Chevy's horn. 

Cary looked kind of seedy. His clothes were rumpled and there was stubble on 
his face. 

Brandon thought the rough condition of his brother made him look real sexy. 

Cary turned onto the Bayshore freeway. 

"Where are you going?" 

"To San Jose. I've got a room there." 

"The way you look, I thought maybe you were living in your car." 

"Naw, I've been to the track. They don't care what you look like just as 
long as your money's green." 

"How are you doing?" 

"I'm getting by." 

"You ought to hang that up and get your shit together." 

Cary reached under the seat and brought out a half pint of Christian 
Brothers brandy. He took a gulp and handed the bottle to Brandon. 

"No, thanks." 

"What's the matter? Too good to drink with your brother." 

"Not that, just not in the car. Hey. would you slow down, so the cops don't 
stop us?" Brandon said. 

"You sound like the old man. Don't do this. Don't do that." 

"He's not all wrong about things." 

"Holier than thou, that's his trip. He's always been on my case. Man, when I 
got out of the Marine Corps, I decided no one's going to tell me what to do, 
especially not him." 

"He just doesn't want you to mess up." 

"It's a little late for that. At least mom's cool." 

"They really got into it after he threw you out." 

"Ain't no big deal. I was planning to leave anyway." 

Cary took another gulp of the brandy. He handed the bottle to his young 
brother. 

Brandon took a swig of the brandy and felt warm inside. 

"You're still mad at me about the money I borrowed." 

"It's not just the money. I care what happens to you." 

"Yeah, I can see that furrowed look on your brow. Well, I'll pay you back." 

Cary took the North First Street exit off the freeway and drove into 
downtown San Jose. 

He parked the car, tucked the brandy bottle in his waistband and pulled his 
shirt over it. 

They went into the old St. James Hotel and up the creaky stairs to Cary's 
room at the end of the hallway on the second floor. 

Inside his small room, Cary took out the brandy bottle. He took a snort and 
passed the bottle to his young brother. 

Brandon looked at the lumpy bed, the dresser top covered with flowery 
contact paper, the sink with a cockroach crawling around the bowl. He took a 
slug of the brandy. 

"It ain't much, just a place to crash." 

Brandon noted the stack of newspapers and racing forms on the dresser. He 
could see Cary as an old man, like one of those oldtimers sitting in the 
lobby of this fleabag hotel. 

"Isn't this area dangerous? Hookers on the street outside. Winos in the 
lobby." 

"It's also a shooting gallery, lots of smack freaks nodding out in their 
rooms." 

Brandon heard someone retch in the sink in the adjoining room. 

"Bad dope or bad booze," Cary said. 

"Aren't you scared to live here?" 

"Nope. I've got a gun, a souvenir from Uncle Sam." 

"You don't have to settle for living like this." 

"I won't be living here long." 

"Then you are going to get a job and get your shit together?" 

"No. They're going to tear down this old building and make a parking lot." 

Cary lay down on the ragged yellow bedspread and held out his arms. 

Brandon lay down beside his brother and snuggled up to him. He kissed his 
brother and felt the sandpaper stubble on his face. 

The window was open facing the alley where drunks were talking loud. A cool 
breeze rustled the tattered burgundy curtain. 

Brandon unbuttoned Cary's shirt. He nestled his face in the matted chest. He 
smelled the musky armpits. He sucked on the flat nipples. 

"Ummmm, that feels good. You know how to get me hot." 

Brandon undid his brother's Levi's and took out the stiffening cock. He 
carssed the shaft and swabbed his tongue over the spongy cockhead. "Oh yeah, 
keep doing that. Lick my prick." Brandon held the cockhead and flicked his 
tongue across the veiny cockshaft. 

"Get undressed, baby," Cary said. "Let me look at you." 

Brandon stripped naked. Cary wriggled out of his clothes. 

They lay on their sides and hugged and kissed each other. 

Brandon was really turned on by the brush of Cary's beard on his cheek and 
neck. 

Brandon snaked into a sixty-nine position. He fastened his lips around the 
stiff cock of the brother he worshiped. He felt his brother's wet, hot mouth 
on his prick. 

Cary stuck his finger up his young brother's shitter while he sucked his 
cock. 

Brandon deep-throated Cary's cock and tugged on his hairy ballsac, which was 
moist with seat and spit dripping down on it. 

Cary licked down his teenaged brother's perineum and darted his tongue into 
the hairless asscrack. 

Brandon took his mouth off the big cock and moaned. He jacked Cary's prick 
while Cary tongue-fucked him. 

"Eat out my ass-hole. Ooooh, that gets me so fucking hot." 

Cary stabbed his tongue in and out of his teenaged brother's shithole. 

"Oh, Cary. Stick your prick up my ass and fuck me. Ohhhh." 

Brandon thought he'd jump through the ceiling with his brother tonguing his 
ass-hole and with the feel of that stubble against his mouth ass-cheeks. 

Cary rolled his young brother over onto his stomach. He mounted the white 
ass-cheeks which contrasted with the tanned torso and legs. He pushed his 
prick into the fiery fuck-hole. 

"Oh yeah, that's what I dig. Brother's big cock ramming up my ass-hole. 
Harder, Cary. Fuck me harder!" 

Cary slammed his prick in and out of the pliant, spit-laved ass-hole. 

Brandon rolled over onto his left side, with the cock still stuffed up his 
ass-hole. He grabbed his stiff prick and beat it. 

Cary gripped the tender buns and roughly slammed his cock in and out of the 
tight fuck-hole. 

"Faster, Cary. Fuck me faster!" Brandon furiously fisted his prick while his 
brother rammed in and out of his ass-hole. 

"Oh Jesus, your ass is so hot. Fuck, it's so tight." 

"Do it, man. Shoot yuor jizz inside me." 

Brandon felt the steely hard cock ram inside , to the hilt and gush gobs and 
gobs of hot cum into his guts. 

With his ass full of his brother's jism, Brandon screamed. Ropes of creamy 
cum flew out of his piss slit. His ass-hole spasmed around his I brother's 
cock. 

Cary moaned softly and his prick slurped out of his brother's shitter. 

Brandon turned around and went down on his brother's gooey, shit-stained 
prick. He ate the slimy cum and shit off the spent prick. 

Brandon took his mouth off his brother's cock. 

"Piss in my mouth." 

"Huh?" 

"Let me drink your piss, Cary." Cary grunted a couple times. With his cock 
still hard, he managed to pee. 

Brandon eagerly swallowed the orange drink from his brother's cock. "You're 
becoming a real piss slave." Brandon gulped. "It's only your piss I crave." 

Brandon lay on his back on the yellow bedspread that was sticky with the cum 
he'd shot onto it while being fucked. 

Cary straddled his young brother's chest. 

"Shit on me, Cary. I want to taste your shit too." 

Cary hunched over his young brother's mouth. He grunted but only farted. 

Brandon sniffed the smelly fart, anxious to taste some of his brother's 
shit. 

Cary strained and a small steamy turd passed out of his ass and was 
swallowed by his teenaged brother. 

Brandon ate the shit and licked his chops. 

"Kiss me, man." 

"Fuck off, fool. You're the family toilet, not me. I always wondered why 
flies hung around you." 

"They do not. I wouldn't want anybody's piss or shit but yours." 

"You'll always be my slave, Brandon." 

"Yes, Cary. Always. I'll do whatever you want me to." 

"I might just put a dog collar on you and take you for a walk up the alley 
and make you suck dirty winos' cocks and eat their puke." 

"You wouldn't do that to me." 

"Yeah, you're lucky I'm the jealous type. I want a personal toilet." 

Cary took the brandy bottle off the dresser and took a snort. 

"I miss you at home. I wish you'd come back and tell Dad you're sorry-" 

"There'll be snow in hell first!" Cary grunted. 

"You're both so stubborn. And you're both wrong about each other." 

Cary handed his young brother the brandy bottle. 

"Wash the shitty taste out of your mouth." Brandon took a long drink of the 
brandy which made him glow inside. "I'm going to sell the car." 

"Why?" 

"To get a bankroll. I'm tapped." 

"You should quit the track. It's no good." 

"You just drank my piss and ate my shit, and you're going to tell me what to 
do?" 

"No, I just don't like to see you destroy yourself." 

"Be here Saturday morning, and I'll take you with me." 

"I don't want to go." 

"The master has spoken." 

"Yes, Sir." 

* * * 

On Saturday morning Brandon knocked on the door of Cary's room at the St. 
James. "Yeah, who is it." 

"Brandon." 

Cary opened the door. His eyes were all bloodshot. 

"How are you?" Brandon asked, shocked by his brother's appearance. 

"I feel like shit. Don't be so goddamn cheerful." 

Cary opened a warm beer from the six-pack on the dreser. Foam spurted over 
the top of the can. He guzzled it down. 

"Want a beer?" 

"Not now." 

Brandon didn't like the taste of warm suds. 

His brother looked like he'd been on a binge. When he looked rough and 
unshaven, Cary looked sexy as hell. 

"What time is it?" Cary asked. 

"Around ten. Where's your watch?" 

"I hocked it." 

"Jesus!" 

Cary took another gulp of warm beer. "Did you really sell your car?" Brandon 
asked. "Yup." 

"Aw, Christ." 

"You sound like a religious fanatic, the way you talk, Brandon." 

"How much did you get." 

"Three bills." 

"Oh wow! The car's worth twice that with all the work you did on it." 

"Not to a dealer. Besides, I've got a bankroll now." 

Brandon suddenly felt depressed. He didn't want to be a part of Cary dumping 
his money at the track. Yet he knew he'd go along with whatever Cary wanted 
to do. 

"I'll be ready to go in a minute." 

Brandon's cock stirred when he looked at the muscular, hairy body of his 
stud brother. Cary was wearing only Jockey shorts. He bent over the sink, 
splashing water onto his face. 

They took the bus to the racetrack. 

Brandon listened to the excited talk of the other people on the bus, all 
talk about horses. He wondered how people who knew so much about horses 
still couldn't pick winners. 

"Did I ever tell you about Sgt. Jackson in the Marine Corps?" 

"No." 

"I went to the track with him one time. He walked in with two hundred and 
scored six grand on a three-horse parlay." 

"Where is he now?" 

"He went back to San Diego. What's funny is that his old lady told him it 
was the horses or her, so he left her." 

"Figures. Just because you get lucky and score big ain't no good. You just 
hold money when you gamble." 

"My brother the philosopher. You'd rather hold your cock," Cary teased. 

"No, yours," Brandon replied with a grin. 

They both laughed. 

"We'll cry when we leave the track," Brandon said. 

Sitting in the front row in the north grandstand at Bay Meadows, they drank 
beer out of paper cups. 

Brandon felt excited about the races. He knew this wasn't the real world yet 
he was captured by the sleek thoroughbreds, the silks of the jockeys, the 
post parade, the races themselves. 

They drank beer and Cary made some small bets. 

In the sixth race, Cary put a hundred bucks on Diplomatic Moment, who was an 
easy maiden winner. 

Diplomatic Moment never reached contention. 

"High weight. The goddamn horse finished last. Weight can stop a freight 
train." 

Brandon searched the sky for that silver airplane he'd seen in the landing 
pattern to the airport on the other side of the freeway, but the silver bird 
had disappeared. 

"I can get out in the last race," Cary said. "I saw this horse close with a 
rush at boxcar odds, really unlucky to lose." 

Brandon didn't want to hear anymore jack-off fantasies about horses. He 
wanted to run from the track. It was so self-destructive what his handsome 
brother was doing to himself, playing the horses. Maybe when Cary lost 
everything, he'd quit gambling and get his act together. 

Another silver airplane appeared in the sky, banking into the landing 
pattern. 

"They're off and running-" the track announcer's gravelly voice said over 
the speaker system. 

Cary watched Unagloshi, the odds-on favorite, go out on a two-length lead in 
the mile and one-sixteenth race. Quick to Alaska, who was Cary's big bet, 
closed on the front runner and grabbed the lead. Deep in the stretch, 
Ring-day flew down the lane but was unable to catch Quick to Alaska. 

"Who told you?" Cary said excitedly. 

"Jesus, I don't believe it. It was so close!" Brandon gasped. 

Quick to Alaska was declared the official winner at four-to-one odds. Cary 
cashed his hundred-dollar win ticket. With breakage, he won over 
five-hundred dollars. 

Brandon was glad that Cary didn't go into the dumper like he thought Cary 
would. The thought still nagged at him, where would it all end? It was just 
a matter of time with high risk gambling. 

Back in the shabby room at the St. James, the Nelson brothers celebrated by 
drinking a bottle of Christian Brothers champagne. 

"You're really lucky, Cary." 

"Observation's the key. Horses don't run the way they're supposed to run on 
paper." 

Brandon groped his brother and took out Cary's cock. 

"I know how to make you feel even better." 

Brandon fastened his lips around the fat cock that belonged to the brother 
he idolized, no matter how much their father said that Cary was a ass, a 
compulsive gambler, a drunk, a loser. 

"Let's get undressed and have a party," Cary said. 

They stripped out of their clothes and lay naked together on the bed, locked 
in each other's arms. 

Brandon loved the stubble on Cary's face, the warmth of his hairy body and 
its musky scent. 

Cary pushed his tongue inside Brandon's mouth. And they took turns sucking 
on each other's tongue. 

Brandon liked to be the aggressor sometimes with his big brother. He held 
their identical hard pricks together and jacked them off at the same time, 
frigging his hand up and down the stiff, veiny shafts, with clear pre-cum 
leaking out of the piss slits. 

"I've got a surprise for you," Cary said. Out of the dresser drawer he got a 
towel, a jar of Vaseline, and a bottle of liquid incense. 

Cary gave them each a whiff of poppers. 

The blood pounded in Brandon's head and in his prick. He felt an instant 
rush. 

Cary unwrapped the towel and took out an eight-inch rubber dildo. 

Brandon's ass-hole twitched when he saw the rubber cock and knew that Cary 
was going to butt-fuck him with it. 

Cary took two small clamps and attached them to Brandon's nipples. 

Brandon moaned with the feeling of pain and pleasure that coursed through 
his body. 

Cary gave them each another hit of poppers. 

Cary ran hot water over the rubber dildo. He greased Brandon's butt with 
Vaseline, and put a gob of goo onto the rubber dildo and inserted it into 
Brandon's ready butt hole. 

It felt good and warm, like a real stiff prick pumping into his ass channel. 

Cary got into a sixty-nine position on top of his teenaged brother. He 
churned the dildo into Brandon's guts. 

Brandon's tits and ass were inflamed. He spread his brother's hairy 
ass-cheeks and tongued Cary's ass-hole. He jerked on Cary's cock while he 
rimmed him. 

"Oh yeah, that feels good, getting my ass rimmed while I dildo-fuck my 
little brother's butt hole." 

Brandon grabbed the throbbing prick of his brother and deep-throated it. 

Cary began pumping his prick into his young brother's mouth in the same 
rhythm that he dildo-fucked his young brother's ass-hole. 

Brandon's body was on fire. It was as if his brother had two cocks to fuck 
him with. 

Cary's cock slipped out of Brandon's mouth, and Brandon licked those hairy 
balls that dangled over his face. 

"Oh God, I want your cock up my ass now. I want to feel it shoot inside me." 

Cary turned around and knelt between his teenaged brother's smooth legs. He 
removed the rubber prick, laying it on the towel. 

Brandon lifted his legs into the air and held his knees. 

Cary gently pushed his stiff cock into the pliant ass-hole. 

Brandon wrapped his legs around his brother's hips and wiggled his ass 
underneath his brother. 

Cary started to ram his teenaged brother's butt like a pile driver. 

"Oh, Cary. Ummm. Fuck me hard. Keep fucking me. I love it when you fuck me 
rough." 

Cary bent down and pushed his tongue inside Brandon's mouth. 

Brandon was so excited by the stubble of the beard on his soft cheeks. His 
nipples were hard with the tit clamps on them. He loved the rough fucking of 
his ass while his brother's luscious tongue probed his mouth. 

Brandon moaned when he felt the rock hard cock buried to the balls in his 
butt. The hairy nuts tickled his buns when the cock exploded gobs and gobs 
of hot cum into his guts. 

Gary removed his mouth from Brandon's and gasped for air. 

Brandon felt every squirt of jiss into his bowels. He squeezed his sphincter 
tightly around the cock and milked every drop of cum he could from those big 
balls. 

Cary's cock plopped out of Brandon's ass. 

Brandon removed the tit clamps that tore at the tender flesh of his bee 
stung nipples. 

Brandon got up and shoved Cary face down on the bed. He mounted those furry 
buns. It took all the control he could muster to not shoot off just rubbing 
his prick against the hot, hirsute assmounds. 

"I don't want to be fucked," Cary said. 

"You ain't got no choice in the matter, punk." 

Brandon didn't believe he said that to his butch marine brother. Brandon 
grabbed the shit-covered dildo off the towel and shoved it between Cary's 
lips. 

"Chew on this, cock-sucker!" Brandon said. 

Brandon's cock pulsated and he had the sudden urge to dominate his big 
brother, to vent his anger over the compulsive gambling of his brother by 
throwing a rough fuck into him. He knew that Cary could kick his ass, but he 
sensed that Cary needed some rough treatment at the moment. 

Cary was surprisingly docile while Brandon licked his fingers and shoved 
one, two, three fingers up the tight ass-hole and massaged the puckered 
ass-hole. 

"Do it, Brandon. Stick your cock up my ass." 

Pre-cum lubed the hairy asscrack while Brandon buried his prick all the way 
to the balls up his brother's butt. 

Cary bucked back against Brandon's crotch. 

Brandon took long, deep strokes up his brother's tight, hairy ass-hole. 

"Oh baby, that's good. Fuck me. Don't stop." 

Brandon increased his fucking rhythm. His smooth balls slapped against the 
hairy ass-cheeks. His cock slurped in and out of the hot fuck-hole. 

"Oh Brandon, I can feel it. My baby brother's hot cum gushing inside me." 

Brandon groaned while he emptied the cum out of his aching nuts into his 
brother's shitter. 

Brandon lay on top of his brother's body until his cock softened and 
slithered out of the hairy fuck-hole. 

"You're really some kind of stud," Cary said with a smile. 

"I had a good teacher." 

"It's late," Cary said. "You'd better get home before the old man has a shit 
hemorrhage." 

"Yeah, it's getting late." 

Brandon had an uneasy feeling about his big butch brother, that something 
awful was going to happen. 

"What are you gawking at?" 

"Hey, Cary, I love you." 

"Don't get mushy with me, kid. Now take a fucking hike." 

Brandon smiled, knowing that talking tough was his big brother's way of 
being affectionate. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Brandon stopped at Stacy Leach's house after school to help him with his 
term paper for English class. 

Their parents were at a potluck dinner at the Iron Horse lodge for railroad 
workers. 

Stacy was the fullback for the Pleasant Valley High tigers football team. He 
was a big, hairy brute who barely had the grades to be eligible to play 
sports. 

Brandon had been friends with Stacy since grade school. It was Stacy who'd 
showed him how to jack-off. He always left his quiz paper in class uncovered 
so that Stacy could copy the answers. 

Brandon rewrote Stacy's paper on student athletes line by line. It wasn't 
what Stacy said so much as it was the way he said it. Stacy was one of those 
guys that murdered the King's English. 

Stacy could have been the village idiot as far as Brandon was concerned. The 
appeal of Stacy was his muscular Arnold Schwarzenegger build. And Stacy was 
always absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch. 

"It's a good thing I play football with all the sex energy I have. 
Otherwise, I'd probably be a rapist. I'm always in heat." 

"Man, if I had your body, I'd get anybody I wanted." 

"If I had your brains, I'd figure out how to get anybody I wanted to fuck." 

"You'll get your share of fucking after the football team wins the 
conference championship. You'll have to fight the bitches off with a stick." 

"Fat chance." 

"Just wait." 

Stacy looked at his revised term paper. "How can I repay you." 

"You can fuck me," Brandon said. "Say what?" 

"I can show you how desirable a big hulk like you can be, and make you feel 
real good." 

Stacy rubbed his crotch. 

Brandon removed Stacy's hand and massaged the big bulge in Stacy's crotch. 

Stacy leaned back in the chair and moaned. 

Brandon unbuttoned the stud's Levi's. Stacy was wearing a jockstrap. 

Brandon kneeled down between the football player's legs that were like tree 
trunks. With his teeth, he pulled back the elastic waistband and freed the 
hooded cock. 

The sweaty crotch smell blended with the piss stains on the pouch of the 
jockstrap to create an aroma that excited Brandon. 

Brandon held the stiffening uncut cock. He tongued the cheese inside the 
foreskin. 

"Oh shit, man. Ummm. I've always dreamed of having my cock sucked. Ohhh." 

Brandon sucked on the glistening cockhead and frigged the skin up and down 
on the shaft. He dropped his pants and grabbed his own stiff cock. While he 
sucked and jerked on Stacy's cock, he beat his own meat. 

To Brandon's surprise, Stacy leaned forward and just picked him up and 
carried him over to the bed and lay him down on his belly. 

"I want to fuck that ass of yours," Stacy said in a husky voice. 

"Oh yeah, that's what I want. Do it, man. Shove that big prick inside me." 

Brandon spit on his palm and lubed his asscrack. 

Stacy rubbed his cock that was leaking pre-cum into the hairless asscrack. 

Brandon positioned himself so that the cockhead was at the entrance to his 
ass-hole. He pushed back and took the entire cock all the way up his tight 
butt hole. 

Stacy didn't need any further instruction. He started a slow, grinding fuck, 
pumping his prick in and out of Brandon's ass. 

"Man, your ass-hole is so hot and tight. My cock feels so good fucking your 
ass-hole." 

Brandon wiggled his ass underneath the hairy jock. 

Stacy fucked determinedly, slamming his prick in and out of Brandon's ass. 

Brandon loved the feel of the football player's cock stuffing his ass-hole. 
He loved the feel of those big, hairy nuts banging against his buns. 

The fucking rhythm was increased rapidly. Stacy fucked relentlessly. Brandon 
bucked ferociously. 

Brandon loved to feel the hot stud's sweat drip on him. He was excited by 
the stud's grunting and groaning. 

"Do it, Stacy. Shoot your jizz up my butt." 

Stacy shoved his prick inside all the way and let out a sigh. 

Gobs of hot cum squirted into Brandon's guts. 

"Oh man, I can't believe how good this feels. Ohhhh," Stacy moaned. 

"Roll over on your side, but keep your cock inside me." 

Stacy hesitated, but Brandon managed to push him over. The big cock stayed 
entrenched in his ass-hole. 

Brandon grabbed his prick and beat it furiously. 

Stacy held onto Brandon's thighs and moved his cock slowly in and out of the 
cum-filled ass-hole. 

Brandon moaned and fisted his prick. 

"Shoot your wad," Stacy said. 

Brandon gritted his teeth and tensed his thighs. Ropes of creamy cum spewed 
out of his piss slit. 

Seeing the cum excited the hulking football player like blood excites a 
shark. Stacy's cock was rock hard and he pumped his prick deep inside the 
tight fuck-hole. 

Brandon scooped up his cum and reached behind him and smeared it on the 
furry ass of the jock who was fucking him. 

Stacy fucked faster and faster. Brandon clamped his sphincter tightly around 
the stiff prick inside him. 

"Oh shit, I can feel it coming. Oh Jesus, hot cum flooding my ass-hole. 
Ohhhhh!" 

Stacy panted and shot a second load with the same hard-on up Brandon's 
ass-hole. 

Brandon gently eased himself off the hard cock. He turned around and went 
down on the shitty, cummy cock that had been up his ass. He could feel the 
double load of cum up his ass drip down on his thighs. 

Stacy was wet with sweat. He had a funny lopsided grin. 

Brandon licked all the crud off the cock until it softened and the cockhead 
retreated into its sheath. 

Stacy acted nervous and embarrassed. 

"Jeez, the folks will be back soon." 

"Just one more thing," Brandon said. "Can I have that jockstrap?" 

"I'll give you a clean one if you need it." 

"No," Brandon said, "I want that one." He bit his tongue to keep from saying 
dummy. 

"Sure, okay." 

Brandon quickly dressed and stuffed the piss-stained jockstrap into his 
pocket. 

"Thanks for everything," Stacy said. 

"Yeah, see you later." 

Brandon figured that Stacy needed some time to sort out his feelings about 
what had happened, and he obviously wanted to be alone. 

* * * 

At home that night, Brandon went to sleep sniffing and chewing on that 
cruddy jockstrap. He realized that he was coming out as a gay man and 
there'd be many hot tricks along the way, although he'd always be in love 
with his big brother. 

Brandon tried to call Cary at the St. James. But the hotel clerk told him 
that Cary Nelson had moved out. 

Brandon wondered where his brother had gone, what had happened to him. He'd 
go to San Jose on the weekend and look for Cary. He'd even go to Bay Meadows 
and try to find him. 

One afternoon after school, Wade Nelson told Brandon to sit down. 

"It's about Cary, isn't it? Is he dead?" 

"No, but he'd be better off." 

"What are you talking about? He's been hurt, hasn't he?" Brandon started to 
cry. 

"Cary robbed a liquor store in San Jose." 

"Aw, c'mon." 

"It's true." 

"Was he shot?" 

"No. Just listen and I'll tell you what happened." 

Brandon couldn't believe his ears. Cary wouldn't rob anybody! 

"He robbed the liquor store, then got into a cab and told the driver to take 
him to the racetrack. The cops followed the cab and arrested Cary." 

"There's some mistake. He'd never do a thing like that." 

"Grow up. He's a no-good ass. That's why I kicked him out," Wade said. 

"We should stand behind him, get a good lawyer. I've still got some money 
left-" 

"I won't lift a finger to help him. He got himself into this, let him get 
himself out." 

"He's family, Dad. I love him. He needs us." 

"No way. Besides, the law is clear in California-use a gun, go to prison." 

"He used a gun?" 

"The police have all the evidence they need." 

"I'm going to help him somehow." 

"He's beyond that now. Just like I told your mother. But she wouldn't 
listen. She went to the jail to see him." 

Brandon went to his room, lay across the bed and bawled. It wasn't true. 
Cary was a good guy. He just had a gambling problem and needed help. He 
wouldn't rob someone for money to gamble with. Yet, Brandon knew how 
desperate Cary must have felt with all the gambling and drinking. 

Brandon took a long, hot bath. That's what he liked to do when he felt like 
shit. The water soothed him. 

The more he thought about Cary, what a sexy stud he was, the harder his cock 
got. He reached between his legs and beat his meat, splashing water 
everywhere. 

He thought about how mean Cary was to him sometimes. That made Cary all the 
more exciting. He had guts and defied the law with an armed robbery. It had 
to end somehow, all this gambling and drinking. 

The image of his hunky brother excited him more than anything else ever had 
or ever would. That solid body, the matted chest, the washboard stomach. The 
wiry pubic bush and that big thick cock with the crimson head and those 
giant balls in their hairy sac. Those fuzzy buns and that tight ass-hole. 

Brandon beat his meat faster and faster. He stuck his finger in his ass-hole 
and pretended it was Cary fucking him in the ass. How he loved to jerk off 
with Cary's cock stuffed up his ass. 

That handsome face with the beard stubble. The curly brown hair. Those 
blue-green eyes that gleamed. 

"Oh Cary, Cary, Cary!" 

Brandon felt the jizz in his balls shoot up his tube and spurt onto the 
water, strands of creamy cum. He removed his finger from his spasming 
ass-hole. 

He closed his eyes. There would never be anyone else in the world like his 
brother. 

Cary was sentenced to prison although he stated on the witness stand that he 
was drunk at the time and didn't remember what had happened. 

The judge didn't believe him. But Brandon believed him. He could tell by his 
brother's eyes that he was telling the truth. 

Brandon put his arms around his brother and kissed him before the deputy led 
him away in handcuffs. 

They didn't talk about Cary at home anymore, because dad didn't allow it. 
When mom had that faraway look in her eyes, Brandon knew she was thinking of 
Cary. 

Brandon wrote to his brother regularly at the Men's Colony in San Luis 
Obispo, even though dad said he couldn't. 

Brandon clung to the belief that he and Cary would be together again one day 
as brothers and lovers. He'd wait for him, just like he did when Cary was in 
the Marine Corps. 


THE END
