BEST FRIENDS BROTHER

 I have a very close friend ( more like best friend) called Andrew . We had met many years ago when our mothers ( who belonged to the same Christian organisation) had dragged us to one of their extremely long boring meetings and since we were the only young people in attendance, we were immediately drawn to each other and quickly became friends. Our mothers, who were already friends, quickly approved our friendship and that was how it began.

We began visiting each others homes and because Andrew came from a rich background and had all the toys and games, I was always at his place. 

But one thing that surprised me was that despite how strict and religious his parents were, he was already very exposed to "stuff". He had access to adult materials and knew too much. He introduced me to porn, smoking and masturbation. I remember the first day he casually flipped out his dick as we watched porn ( behind locked doors of course ) and I was totally confused on what he was doing. 

"you have not soapied before?" he asked as I starred in shock.

When I told him "no", he laughed and volunteered to teach me.. and teach me he did. He asked me to relax as he grabbed his body cream, smeared a great deal on his hand and began working my dick to a raging stiffness. As he stroked me up and down slowly, he was equally jacking off his average cock. It seemed he was really awed by my dick because he couldn't stop talking about how very huge my cock was as he rubbed it like it was some divine relic. 

I was totally blown away from experiencing such sensations for the very first time in my life that I didn't last up to 5 minutes before exploding my virgin juice all over his hands as sharp electrifying tingles shot through my body over and over again. As he cleaned my cum from his hands, he laughed and asked if I liked it. Despite I had mixed feelings and was so embarrassed and shy, I didn't say anything disapproving. Guess it was because I desperately wanted to remain his friend. When I got home that day, I could not sleep. Even though I was reeked with confusion and fear over what had happened, my cock was super hard and just wouldn't go down. I wanted to try it again and the urge got so strong to the point I had no choice but to enter the toilet with cream and tried wanking. To be sincere, the feeling was so good but some how, I preferred Andrew wanking me instead.

Masturbating with Andrew became very rampant to the point it nearly became a daily affair. I always looked forward to a wanking session anytime I visited his house. At some point, we began wanking each other and on few occasions, have kissed. 

But as we got older, things took an odd turn. Andrew began getting obsessed with females and our wanking sessions completely stopped. Although I felt quite sad because I didn't want our pleasure session to end, I had no choice but to respect him. 

However, everything about our friendship didn't change. We were still in each others company and got along pretty well.

After our secondary education, my family fell apart. My mum moved out and my father re-married. Unfortunately, my mother could not further my education and because my father wasn't willing either, I was stuck at home for nearly 3 years until Andrew's family took me in and sponsored my university education. I got into the same school as Andrew and also became his room mate. (In school, everyone assumed we were brothers).

 Funny enough, though Andrew was now heavily into women, it never influenced me. I didn't care much about dating or bedding them because the few times I attempted, it just didn't do "it" for me. The most I did to cure my sexual urge was to wank and call it a day. I neither bothered to hook up with dudes nor thought about them also. Guess it was because I was comfortable enough with Andrew to entertain wanking with him.

Every time, Andrew would always mock and say I was wasting my big dick because I wasn't using it to "destroy" girls and each time, I would just laugh and call him bluff. 

Eventually, Andrew graduated and travelled abroad to do his masters while I was still in school. Because Andrew wasn't in the country, my staying in their family home drastically reduced and moreover, I needed to spend more time with my mother and younger siblings.

One day, I got a call from Andrew ( whom I have been in constant communication with) telling me there was problem at home and it had to do with his younger brother Joseph.

You see, Joseph who was truly the "Joseph" of their family. He was the last sibling as well as the "golden child". He always came home with straight A's, very godly, humble, super smart, helpful, quiet and very good looking (he looked different from all his siblings). 

There was absolutely nothing you could use to faulter him except that he was a chronic introvert. He was the perfect child (or brother) anyone could ask for and his entire family worshipped him. Back then, he was the chapel prefect of his secondary school and took the whole religious thing quite too far. He was quick to preach or quote scripture over any and everything and for some weird reason, he wanted to become a pastor as well. 

His father abhorred the idea but his mother welcomed it with open arms. This caused a rift between them but being the extremely stubborn woman she is, she eventually had her way and put Joe in a reputable pastoral school. 

Now, Andrew was telling me Joseph had suddenly quit pastoral school , was back home, and his mother was having a serious melt down. Also, his decision was causing a rift between their parents once again because his dad is in full support of his decision. Andrew pleaded with me to go home and try to salvage the situation since I was the closest thing to family to them and I had no choice but to do the needful.

When I got home, their mother was neck bent on me trying to convince her son to "answer his calling" and also, try to find out what exactly had made him change his mind. 

I did as instructed but the more I tried , the more I found nothing. 

Seemed he was just fed up of the whole church thing.

However. nothing about his behaviour seemed to have changed. Right from when was still a young chap, he was in the routine of constantly immersing himself in his books and could stay in his room all day ( that is if he wasn't in the study or dinning room engrossed in something educational). This was still his pattern.

In the process of making my findings, we began talking a lot and became quite close. Rubbing minds with Joseph was truly an experience. He was very philosophical and understood people's pattern of thinking very well. I would say I really learned a lot from him and found his company very alluring.

 One day, we had gone into town to run errands and out of nowhere, he asked about my love life and what "finding love" meant to me. At first, I thought it was one of his intellectual topics and I was very open minded and honest with my answers. But little did I know that there was more to his probing. In the course of our discussion, he began weaving his words in such a manner that suggested that he was open to love someone regardless of gender and as well, was interested in me. 

But because he didn't categorically say he "wanted me", I overlooked it and just assumed it was his usual deep mindedness and nothing more.

The next day, he had come to the room I shared with Andrew and as usual, we were chatting and talking about life until I slept off. 

As I slept, I dreamt I travelled abroad to meet Andrew and we were so happy to see each other. He dragged me into his room (which happened to be his room in Nigeria ) and began telling me how he missed my big dick and wanted to wank me so bad. I was so hard and horny for him when he began to touch my dick but because the feeling was too vivid to be a dream, my eyes flew open and I was wide awake. Although the room was dark , it was not pitch black. 

Turned out someone was touching my dick in real life and immediately, my brain began to recall the last thing that happened before I slept off as I speedily regained full consciousness. As I recollected the last event of the day, It was then it occurred to me that Joseph was the last person I was with and he was the one touching my dick.

Although my eyes were widened with shock, I couldn't find the courage or strength to move or speak.

 I just froze.

 I felt him slowly pull down my boxers ( which was the only thing I was wearing at the time). When I felt his warm hands touch the bare flesh of my cock, I could not resist. My dick began throbbing aggressively as it grew more harder and bigger than ever.

 One funny thing with my dick is that its size depends on the magnitude of sensation it was feeling. The sweeter the sensation, the longer and thicker it gets. Sometimes, it could stretch to a robust 10" and counting. 

I heard Joseph whisper "what da fuck" as he held my still growing member in his hands. There was light suddenly and I was forced to peep through my eye lids. Turned out he had turned on the light on his phone to have a very good look at my dick. I could make out his anxious face from the dim light reflecting on the phone as he brought my dick closed to his mouth which he opened and shut repeatedly as if contemplating whether or not he should suck my dick. 

As i laid motionless, my heart was violently kicking my chest and my brain was screaming. My body still couldn't move...well... except my dick which was just increasing recklessly and craving more attention. 

I watched as he took a deep breath and then turned off the light of his phone. He left me alone for some few minutes and then returned. Once he touched my semi flaccid dick, it rapidly responded with such incredible speed. This time, he didn't pause. 

He took me in his mouth.

 As the warm wetness of his mouth wrapped itself round my cock and began slowly going up and down as it consumed my still rising dick inch by inch, I fought myself from gasping in ecstasy. IT FELT SO GOOD. SO-SO GOOD. 

Only heaven knows where and how pious Joseph learned how to suck a dick like a porn-star.

 He took every single bit of my super stiff dick down his throat until his nose was resting on my pubic hair. His deep throating was incredibly fascinating. When he started bobbing his head faster and faster up and down on my long fat pole, it was nothing short of a miracle that I didn't scream and wake up the entire street when I felt my spunk rushing out my swollen cock. As I offloaded my juice, Joe began moaning and increasing his sucking pace as if he had just tasted the most sumptuously delicious food in his life. 

He swallowed my sperm and kept sucking me until I went limp. Afterwards, he put my dick inside my boxers. As I laid in the darkness wondering what had just happened, I heard him wank himself and softly moaning my name till he came. Hearing him call my name while moaning and pleasuring himself stirred my dick to a very erect state but I couldn't do anything because I was still giving a "sleeping impression". After he came, he quietly left the room. Once he left, I spat on my hand and wanked my super hard dick. Don't ask me why because I have absolutely no idea. The only thing that consumed my mind was Joe and everything he had done to me.

The next morning, I did my best to pretend like I never knew what happened. But I knew for a fact my effort was futile because Joe is not stupid. 

However, he was kind enough not to make things awkward for the both of us. He was still his usual self and engaged me in his usual deep conversations. 

He'd asked me during our usual intellectual discussions to define "my tailored happiness" which consisted of my mental, physical and spiritual state. 

At first, I struggled with the answers because never in my life had i thought of such. But after he guided me through and I'd gotten strong clarity, I began expressing my thoughts. After I was done talking, he was quiet for a very long time before saying "I will do my best". 

I couldn't bring myself to ask him what he meant by such statement because I was still struggling on how to come to terms over what had happened the previous night. I found it extremely hard  accepting the fact that I liked it and wanted more. 

Without my asking, he told me his definition of happiness and languages of reciprocation. When he finished, I didn't respond. I simply nodded my head. I was doing my best not to look into his eyes but I just couldn't help it. Our eyes met and he smiled. If I could blush, I would have been all shades of red. 

That same night, he came to my room and we were casually seeing a movie. He was sitting on the bed beside me as our backs leaned against the wall. All the while we were watching the movie, i was super nervous because my dick was misbehaving. I had to use a pillow to cover it. Because I was leaving the next day, I had to sleep so as to start my early travel. I said goodnight and asked him to turn off the TV after he was done. 

Once again, I failed myself by wearing only boxers to sleep knowing fully well what had happened last time. 

I had barely settled in slumber land when I felt a warm body cuddle next to me as soft hands began feeling my body and dick.

"Please let's not do this" I managed to speak but my voice was too weak. He wasn't listening...he was already kissing my body and telling me how much he adored me. 

Soft gasps escaped through my mouth involuntarily as his mouth met my right nipple and his other finger twicked and tickled my other nipple. 

I was completely under his spell. My entire body had surrendered to his passionate touches and there was absolutely nothing I could do anymore. 

I watched hopelessly as he lubricated my dick, sat across my thighs and began taking my turgid swollen member into his very soft and tight hole. 

As he inched down on my pole, I just closed my eyes in regret and self embarrassment. I heard him whimper in pain as he struggled to push more of my meat further into his hole. I wish I could have said something but I couldn't bring myself to speak. 

Finally, all of me was buried very-very deep inside him and after a moment, he started to ride me so nice and slow. He took my two hands and placed them on his smooth soft body as he leaned towards me while calling my name and asking me to "take him". 

He started kissing me and licking my ears (which by the way, is a huge turn on). I was still laying like a corpse until he started bouncing very hard on my dick and that was when I lost control and gave up pretending because, one thing about me is the fact that I love rough sex- especially when the factor of pain or dick size complain doesn't come into play. I reciprocated with hard solid thrusts and it blew my mind that he loved it. 

As we literally smashed and slammed into each other, I opened my mouth to welcome his still probing tongue. We started to kiss with a fierce hunger that matched our furious fucking. 

Sitting up, I grabbed his small waist and began navigating the thrust. But it wasn't enough. I pushed him into a doggy position and began to scatter his tender hole. When his hole started to cream on my dick, the moist wetness was extremely incredible and in no time, I started to gasp and grunt uncontrollably as my balls emptied its content deep inside him. 

I was still trying to catch my breath when he made me lie down with my still throbbing sperm and ass juice coated cock pointing upwards. 

Once again, he descended on my penis and started riding me with wicked vengeance as he wanked himself until his warm milk spilled on my chest. 

After he came, we kissed some more and then cleaned up before going to bed. 

Though a large part of me felt guilty, I could not push Joseph away as he cuddled me and slept off. 

I left for school the next morning and for some couple of days, we kept communicating. I asked him to give me space to figure everything out because I knew deep in my heart, what I was feeling for him was becoming very strong and wasn't just sexual. Besides, i had never thought things will happen the way it did and everything was relatively new to me. 

He respected my decision and kept his space. However, we occasionally checked on each other. 

I was missing him terribly and no matter what I did, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

One day, Andrew called to ask if Joseph could stay with me in school. Turned out he fell out with his mother after she gave him an ultimatum to either leave the house or go back to the pastoral school. Also, she had tried subjecting him to series of deliverance sessions but he has totally refused and this was what had caused the rift.

I couldn't say "no" and moreover, I was very sad he hadn't told me what had happened. (Perhaps he didn't want to burden me).

Few days later, he arrived and was clearly going through a lot. 

I had no choice but to hug and assure him everything will be okay. 

Well....., this led to a kiss and we made very hot rough love all through the night. 

We fucked every single day for the several weeks he stayed with me until everything between himself and his very stubborn mother was settled and he had to go back home. 

It's been nearly 7 years now and we are now independent and quite successful men. Things between us hasn't changed.. infact it has really solidified through the years though we are still under the guise of "best friend/brother". 

Andrew, who is now married, has joined the team of "when will you get married" and i find it very ironical because this is the same person who though is living a Hetero life , was the one who introduced me to homosexuality. 

I wonder what he will say or do if he finds out his younger brother is my lover.

Written by 

Stanley