Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2020 23:00:31 +0000
From: butters2020
Subject: Alex's Third Eye Gay incest
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Alex's Third Eye
By Butters2020
My name is Dalton Kearns. I'm sixteen. Usually my black hair is
cut short on the sides but kind of wavy on top, but I haven't been able to
get it cut in three weeks, so it's grown out some. My family has been
sheltering in place for nearly two weeks. When the schools closed my
thirteen-year-old brother Alex and I treated it like an unexpected
vacation. I flouted the rules and hung out with my girlfriend, taking her
to Virus Parties thrown by our friends, going to McDonald's and trying
unsuccessfully to talk her into going all the way before settling for a
blowjob, or if she was in a pissy mood, a handjob. But I usually get head
from her. Wish she'd let me fuck her, though.
Alex doesn't have a girlfriend, and anyway, his bike, the city bus,
and me as a chauffeur are his only sources of transportation, so stayed
closer to home.
Then non-essential business began to close. Heather's parents
refused to let her out of the house, so no more head. The restaurants all
switched to take-out only. And finally came the order to shelter in place.
There's only so much binge watching on Hulu and Netflix I can do.
Alex moved his self-isolation to his bedroom. He'd recently
discovered masturbation and didn't have any problem finding keeping busy by
himself. How do I know this? Our rooms are next to each other and I can
hear him. He squeaks like a mouse when he gets close. EEEK EEEK EEEK
EEEEK! And then he grunts like he's taking a monster shit when he cums.
He's gonna wear out his balls. There's no way they can keep up with
production. Seriously, he wanks like three or four times a day.
I'm no stranger to jerking off but after a steady diet of Heather's
lips and hands on my cock, solo orgasms don't have the intensity I've grown
used to. My little brother's climaxes Leave him happy and satisfied, at
least until he starts up again. But lately mine leave me more frustrated
than relieved. I'm not sure how much more of this Stay at Home bullshit I
can take.
I was halfheartedly stroking my 7 incher. I was hard, but not HARD,
you know what I mean? I was jerking it anyway. Even a bad cum is better
than no cum at all. Then I heard it. "EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK"
"Christ, it can't be that good," I muttered. I let go of my dick,
waiting for the final grunt. I didn't have to wait long. I never did,
after the squeaks. "UNNNNNHHHHHH!!!" I gave up wanking, got up, pulled up
my sweatpants and went to Alex's room.
I opened the door without knocking. Alex lay on the bed in post
orgasmic bliss. Watery cum pooled on his belly. His cock, flaccid now,
but still somewhat enlarged, rested on his pubic mound.
"Keep it down. You sound like a porno movie for mice."
"Jesus!" Alex shouted, yanking the sheets over himself. "You're
supposed to knock!"
"And you're supposed to have enough sense to lock the door when you
jerk off."
His eyes darted to my half hard dick beneath my sweatpants and
widened. Probably wondering if he'd ever be as big as me. I still had
only a semi but looking at his dick, I guessed my semi is bigger than his
hardon.
I left without closing the door, forcing Alex to get out of bed
naked to do it. Ten minutes later he started round four.
I put a pillow over my head when I heard EEEK EEEK EEEK EEEK
UNNNHHHHHH, trying to drown it out. The truth is, I was jealous of my kid
brother. I wished I could enjoy cumming like that again. But now that I
know how good it feels for someone else to make me cum, doing it for myself
just doesn't cut it.
The next day they announced that school was closed for the rest of
the year. We were also under curfew in addition to the shelter in place.
Before people could leave to get food and stuff, but now no one was allowed
out outside after six p.m. except cops and paramedics people on their way
to or from work. Not that too many people were going to work.
Mickey Mouse in the room next door wouldn't care but I was going to
lose my mind.
The Mouse was taking a shower right now and I wondered if he was
working up to a squeak or just bathing. I went to the bathroom and rapped
on the door.
"Yeah?" Alex called from inside.
"It's me. I gotta piss. Is it okay if I come in?"
"I'm almost done."
"I've been holding it for a while. I'm about to bust."
"Fine." I heard the exasperation in his voice. The door wasn't
locked. I went in and glanced at the shower. The sliding doors were
steamed up, so I didn't have a clear look at him. It was like looking an
Instagram taking with a crazy mosaic filter or something.
I lifted the lid of the toilet and pulled down my sweats. I wasn't
wearing a shirt and with the sweatpants down below my balls I was more than
half naked. I never bothered with underwear at home. Alex turned off the
water and I heard the shower door slide open, but he didn't get out.
"I didn't trust you not to flush and boil me alive," he said.
"Smart boy," I answered. I grabbed my dick and aimed. A stream of
piss hit the water in the toilet. Alex stayed in the shower, watching.
"You gonna stand there all day?"
"You're kinda blocking the exit," he said.
For the first time I looked at him. When I saw him after he nutted
the other day it was just for a couple of seconds and he was still half
hard. Now I got a good look at my thirteen-year-old brother naked for the
first time since we were little kids. His brown hair, usually wavy, hung
in limp wet curls. He didn't know I was staring at him because his grey
eyes were aimed at my cock, still squirting pee into the toilet.
He didn't get as much sun as I did. He wasn't pale, but not tan.
Pinkish, I guess. His nipples were just slightly darker than the
surrounding skin on his chest. His limp dick draped over low a low hanging
sack holding two marble-sized balls. How the hell did those little things
produce enough sperm for four wanks a day? I remembered the watery puddle
on his belly and wondered if it was so thin because that was all his
immature balls could produce, or if they just hadn't had time to produce
more since his last discharge.
A thin strip of pubes curved over his two-inch dick. It looked like
an eyebrow, the same sandy color as the hair on his head.
My stream petered out. I shook off the last couple drops and pulled
my sweats up. The waistband flipped my dick up, but it resumed its natural
position and the bulge was clearly visible.
"Can I ask you something, Dalton?"
"Sure."
He hesitated, then speaking quickly before he lost his nerve, said,
"How old were you when your dick started to grow?" I cocked my head at him
and looked confused. "I mean, it's so much bigger than mine. How old were
you when it changed from a little kid's dick to a man's dick?"
"Nine," I said.
"WHAT?"
I laughed. "I'm kidding! I don't know. A little older than you.
Everyone's different. Your dick will grow. Looks like it's growing now,
in fact."
He looked down at his cock, now filled with blood and sticking out.
It was four, maybe four and a half inches long. He put his hand over it.
"Your third eye is staring at me," I said.
Now he was the once cocking his head and looking confused. "Third
eye?"
"Well it's got its own eyebrow, hasn't it?" I grinned, hoping to
show him I was only teasing him, and not really making fun of him.
"Oh. Yeah." He said. "Umm, I'm kinda cold. Do you mind?" I
reached for the towel on the rack and handed it to him. He wrapped it
around his waist without really drying off. I took a step back, giving him
room to squeeze between me and the toilet, and he left the bathroom.
I flushed the toilet and followed him, not bothering to wash my
hands.
I knocked on his door two seconds after it closed behind
him. "What?" he called from inside.
That meant Come In as far as I was concerned. I opened the door and
stepped inside. He still had the towel wrapped around him.
"What do you want?' He asked and I felt bad at the suspicion and
near fear in his voice. Had I become that big of a jerk that my little
brother was scared of me? I probably went too far with that third eye
comment. I remember how insecure I felt when my body wasn't changing fast
enough to suit me. It felt like all my friends were growing up while I was
still a hairless baby.
"Relax, Alex," I said. I sat down at his desk. "Since you asked, I
want three things. One, I want to say I'm sorry for busting in on you the
other day. I knew what you were doing and barged in anyway. That wasn't
cool. I could have waited to ask you to keep to down."
"Sorry," Alex mumbled. "I didn't realize you could hear me."
I waved it away. "Two, what you asked me just now. About my dick
and when it grew." He blushed and started to say something, but I talked
over him. "You know you can always ask me anything, right? About
anything."
He nodded but had a hard time meeting my eyes.
"I mean it Alex. I had the same questions you do but didn't have
anyone to ask. I was lucky Mom told me where babies come from. Everything
else I had to figure out on my own."
"Okay. Thanks."
I paused waiting to see if there was anything else that he wanted to
ask, but after minute of silence he said, "What's the third thing?"
I stood up. Four steps brought us face to face. I said, "We don't
know how long we're going to be shut up in the house. It could be months.
We need to take care of each other."
He laughed. "Yeah, okay. Kum by yah, to you, too. All for one and
one for all, the brotherhood of man, it takes a village-"
"Shut up, asshole, I said, also grinning. "I mean . . . we need to
Take. Care. Of. Each. Other." I reached for his towel and pulled it off
him.
"What are you doing?"
His dick had deflated some since he'd rushed out of the shower. I
ran my fingers softly along the underside of it, coaxing it back to full
hardness. It didn't need much encouragement. "I went from getting head
five days a week to not getting any at all. I can't go another day without
someone sucking my cock, never mind going months without it."
"I can't-"
"But don't worry, bro," I ignored his protest and kept fingering his
throbbing four-inch boner. "I'm not some jerk who's all take and no give.
I'll be fair. You take care of me and I'll take care of you." I gave his
dick a little squeeze, then cupped his tiny nutsack. "Tell me you've never
thought about getting a blowjob while you're in here squeaking and
grunting."
"I don't know," he said. But his hips were moving back and forth,
trying to rub his cock against my wrist while I palmed his balls.
"I'll even do you first, Alex. Let you know what it is I've been
missing."
I got on my knees in front of him. "Wait!" he said. Shit. I
thought I'd sold him I looked up at him. "Take yours out, too. I don't
want to be the only one naked. It's weird." I shrugged, stood up, an
dropped my sweats, kicking them out of the way. I let him stare. It
turned me on to be honest and my cock. Already plumped, filled with blood,
getting longer, harder, first sticking out in front of me and then pointing
up at his navel.
"Geez, it's so big," he half whispered. He ran his fingers through
the hair over my cock. "When did--?"
"About your age."
"Really?"
"Yeah." His fingers were so soft as they caressed my pubes.
"Look me in the eye say that," he said with a sly grin.
I stared at his grey eyes and said, "Really. I grew hair when I was
thirteen."
"Not that eye. My third eye."
I did promise I'd do him first. I got on my knees in front of him.
I bet his cock had never been as hard as it was right now. He smelled
shower clean; none of the musky ball smell I was used to sniffing on my
fingers when I jerked off and played with my nuts. I stuck out my tongue
and licked his marble- sized balls. His sack twitched and contracted.
Horny kid wasn't going to last long.
"Suck me!" he begged.
"I'll get there," I promised. I licked his balls again, but this
time let my tongue keep going, up his hard shaft. This was new to me and I
wasn't ready to just gobble his knob. I had to work my way up to it. I
needn't have been nervous. His shaft had no funky taste, or any taste at
all. We're both circumcised. The head of his dick was a smaller image of
mine. Mushroom shaped, flared and pulsing. I tentatively licked the head.
"Oh geez," he said. "Please suck it." Instead I licked all around
the head, coating it with my spit the way Heather did to me. Then I sucked
all the spit off his knob. "OH GOD!"
"You like that?" I asked?
"Don't stop!" he complained. I painted his cock head with my spit
again, then sucked it clean. He grabbed my head trying to drive his cock
into my mouth. "Please. Oh please. Suck me. Suck my dick, Dalton."
I finally gave him what he wanted and sucked his cocklet into my
mouth. His little stripe of pubes tickled my upper lip. I ignored it and
kept sucking it cock and bathing it with my tongue.
"EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK" damn, already? I rubbed his little nutsack, now
drawn up tight against is body and slid off his dick until only the head
was in my mouth. I suckled his cock like a baby at a tit. "UNNNNNNNNNH!"
His watery cum squirted into my mouth. It reminded me of a pool
with too much chlorine in it. I swallowed the jizz just as another squirt
hit my tongue. And another. Six blasts in all before he pushed my head
off his cock. "No more!" he panted. "Too sensitive."
I gave him a few seconds to recover, then stood up and said, "My
turn."
"Dalton, I don't think I can."
"Don't even try it. We had a deal."
"No, I know, but it's so big. I can't do you like you did me. I
can't even get half of it in my mouth. I want to give you a cum, but I
just don't know if I can suck you good enough."
"Try, dammit!" I said. He reached for my swollen cock. It felt so
good to have someone else's hand on it again. I'd rather it was Heather,
even if she wouldn't let me fuck her, but Alex was almost as good....wait a
sec. Heather wouldn't let me fuck her, but what about Alex?"
"You came pretty hard, bro."
"Tell me about it." His hand was still on my cock, slowly stroking
it, getting used to its size.
"You don't want that to be a one-time thing, I take it."
"Hell, no!" he said.
"Okay, so maybe you can't return the favor, but there's another way
you can help me out."
I didn't have to spell it out to him. His eyes grew wide with fear.
"Dalton, you'll kill me. It won't fit."
"Sure, it will. Think of it as a big turd."
"Those go out, not in."
"Try, okay? You want more blowjobs, right?"
That's what convinced him to go for it. Jerking off would always be
second best to cumming in his big brother's mouth now. He nodded his head
and went to his bed and got on all fours.
"Doggy style? I want to look at you while I fuck you, Alex." And I
did. Partly to see if I was hurting him and should stop but mostly because
the thought of gave my cock a pulse of its own, something it hasn't had
since we'd been trapped in the house. He rolled over on to his back.
I searched his dresser for something to use as lube. There was
glycerin that Mom bought us when the stores ran out of hand sanitizer and
we had to make our own. I grabbed it and squirted some on my dick. It was
slick and should work.
I Joined Alex on the bed and squirted some more of the slimy fluid
onto finger. I used my other hand to grab his leg and lift it up over his
over his hips, exposing his pink rosebud. I rubbed my lubed-up finger on
his opening. He gasped. I looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed
shut. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Just get it over with," he said through clenched teeth. I
rubbed harder on his anus then slowly inserted my finger. He blew out a
long breath, timed with my finger going inside him.
Once it was buried to the knuckle I let him get used to it for a
few seconds, then slide it out almost all the way before pushing it back in
again. He grunted. "Sorry," I said, but didn't stop finger fucking him.
I wanted his insides used to being violated before I put something as big
as my meat in him. His eyes were still closed tightly, and he grunted
every time I pushed my finger back in him. I sought to distract him and
leaned over his chest.
His pale nipples, only slightly darker than the surrounding skin
seemed more drawn up, tighter, than they'd been before, as if he was cold.
I sucked a tit into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, much the same way
I'd treated the head of his dick. His grunts gave way to moans and I
resumed the digital assault on his ass.
"You ready?" I asked.
He nodded his head. "Just do it already," he told me.
I aimed the mushroom shaped head of my cock at his opening and
pushed. He shoved my shoulders, trying to push me off him. "No! It won't
go in!" But he was wrong. I pushed harder and I was inside him and sweet
Jesus it felt good. I groaned and couldn't help myself. I'd intended to
ease into him, but I slid my cock all the way inside him. He was so tight;
his rectal wall gripped my cock in a way I never expected him. I kept
pushing in until my pubes were at his ass and I couldn't go in any deeper.
"Oh god, take it out!"
"Shhh! I will, I promise, but wait a minute first and see if it
gets any better. Remember all the blowjobs you'll get." He stopped
pushing my shoulders but didn't take his hands off them. I realized I
liked the physical contact, now that he wasn't fighting me. I leaned my
head down and kissed the back of the hand that was on my shoulder.
"Okay," he said. "Keep going. But slow this time!"
It was hard to go slow. All I wanted to do was rut him. But I
forced myself to count to five as I raised my hips, and another five count
as I lowered them, easing my cock in and out of the thirteen- year-old.
"Alex, I gotta go a little faster. I gotta bust a nut. Okay?"
He nodded, biting his lower lip.
"Open your eyes. Look at me."
He did. I stared at those grey eyes while I fucked him. His hands
were no longer pushing against my shoulders but were not sliding across my
chest, over my own nipples, playing with them, tweaking them, twisting
them. But our eyes never left each other. I sped up. I could feel my
balls tightening.
And then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and I thought, my
god I've killed him, he's having a stroke, but then I heard it:
"EEEK EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK"
I looked down and he was hard again. Harder than before if
possible. I don't when it happened. Neither of us had touched his cock.
Why was he squeaking?
"UNNNNNNNNNHHHH!"
Five jets of his watery sperm shot out of his dick. The first three
landed between his tits. I reached down and caught the last two. I held
my open palm to his face, and he licked his cum off my hand.
I didn't squeak but I still made noise when I rammed my cock into
him and didn't pull back out, leaving it inside him as I released much
thicker jizz inside my little brother. He put his arms around me, pulling
himself up to me, holding me tight as he shuddered, and his cock pushed out
one final bit of spooge.
Then he let go and collapsed onto the bed underneath me.
He opened his eyes and said, "Just so you know, I can go four times
a day. I hope you can keep up with me."