Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 14:04:56 -0500 From: Johnny Smile Subject: "Evan" Evan By Johnny Smile (johnnysmile@ureach.com) Evan would be home soon. I had to hurry. I turned the shower off and toweled quickly. My name is Simon. I'm fifteen, and a freshman in high school. I checked myself in the mirror. Dark brown hair - black when wet - that was sort of short and messy, even when I styled it right. It never seemed to lay flat. That's okay. I kind of liked it messy. My eyes were green, and I had an earring in each ear. A birthday gift from my Mom last year. I flexed, looking to see if that regimen Evan had taught me was doing anything. I could see a little bit of thickness to my arms, a little definition to my chest. I still looked like a skinny fifteen-year-old, though. It sucked. I wanted to be massive! I wanted to tear phone books in half with my bare hands! I wanted- There was a slam of the front door. Evan was home. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left, hitting the stairs running. Evan was setting his bag down on the floor by the phone when I bounded off the lowest stair and jumped onto his back. He stumbled, but recovered quickly, grabbing my hands, which were looped around his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt the towel fall. Oh well. Evan pulled my hands apart and dropped me off his back before turning around and grabbing me by the upper arms. He was panting heavily. So was I. He pulled me close, smashing his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, and his thick tongue burst forth, tasting my own. As we kissed I felt his hands go behind me, to my bare bottom, and lift me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist again, my arms going behind his neck this time. We kissed over and over, not able to get enough of each other. God, I'd missed him! His lips left mine, delving across my neck. He sucked on my neck for a moment, and I knew I'd have a hickey tomorrow. It was worth it. His hands held my ass tightly, supporting me completely. I felt his fingers grasping at my cheeks. He lumbered toward the stairs, carrying me with him as he climbed. I kissed him the entire way. When I sucked on his neck, he whispered in my ear, "God, I love you! I've missed you so much, baby." I grabbed his head and looked him straight in the eye. "I love you, too." I kissed him. He slipped me his tongue again. He kicked open my door and tossed me on the bed. "You're so fuckin' hot, baby." He said to me, smiling. Evan was the hottest guy I'd ever seen, and he thought I was beautiful, too! We were the perfect match. Evan was tall - 6'3" to be exact, and built like a brick. Every inch of his body was covered in great cords of muscle. He kicked his shoes off as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. His chest was thick, his mounded pecs and rippling washboard abs covered with soft fuzzy hair. It was a light brown, like the hair on his head. I loved to run my fingers through it after sex. I loved the way it felt against my cheek after a long, cleansing shower together. Even his pits were hot and hairy. I'd licked them out numerous times in our history. In fact, I don't think there was an inch of Evan's body I hadn't tasted. Every part of him was delicious. I lay back on my bed, one arm behind my head, the other jerking my dick slowly. I loved watching him strip. Hell, I loved watching him do anything. But stripping was definitely a good show. He pulled the button-fly of his jeans open, still grinning. "Hey, sexy." He cooed at me. My stomach spun with delight. He stopped undressing and dove on top of me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest. He pinched one of my nipples, lightly nibbling the other. I felt his hand wrap around my own and squeeze my dick. He slipped lower, trailing kisses all along my slim stomach, until he got to my dick. He slurped the head, still jacking our hands up and down. "Oh, god!" I cried out. "Fuck, Evan!" I felt him push my hand out of the way and he slid all the way down on it, his nose pressed into my pubes. He pulled back, then down again. His hand sunk lower and caressed my super-sensitive balls. "Oh! Evan!" I felt my nuts tighten and the orgasm ripped through me. Evan sucked it all. He never stopped sucking my dick as he swallowed my spunk. I knew it wasn't as thick and creamy as his, but he didn't even pause. He slurped it all up, still rolling my nuts in his hand. Evan had the power to tear outrageous orgasms from me. They lasted forever! I had one once that coasted along for two full minutes! Thanks to Evan. He said he'd read a book once about it, but I sure didn't. It still rocked! I guess I should read the book to do that for him, too. Once I finally fell from my orgasm, I pushed his head off me. I got way too sensitive right after. He stood again, staring at me. I panted, rubbing my face. When I put my hands down, he was still standing there with his jeans half-open, his blue underwear jutting upward sharply. My boy was hard! I looked at him, and he looked down pointedly. I got it. Scooting forward, I kissed his dick through the underwear. There was a massive wet spot at the tip. It smelled wonderful! I stuffed his dick in my mouth, still covered by his underwear, and sucked it for all I was worth. "Oh, come on..." Evan moaned, grabbing the back of my head. He pushed against me, his fuzzy abs brushing my forehead. I pulled off him and kissed his warm belly. I pulled the waistband of his underwear down and hooked them under his big balls. His thick cock bounced freely, swollen to capacity and leaking like a sieve. Every vein in his cock stood out in stark relief against the rosy flesh. I licked his dick from base to tip, my tongue tickling the underside. Evan let out a cry, but clutched his hands behind his head. I licked again and again, watching his cock involuntarily jerk away, only to slap against my tongue and face again. I loved it. I wrapped my tongue around the fat head, teasing it even further. I saw his hands drop to force me down on it, but stop. Evan held himself from forcing me. He knew I was good, especially to him. I spun my tongue around the juicy head, lapping up the juice that seemed to be drooling non-stop from his piss-hole. Finally, Evan cried out again. "Please, Simon! Suck it!" He begged, his hands clasped tightly together just inches above my head. I smiled. Evan knew I could make him happier than anyone else. I grasped his thick cock in my right hand and jacked it slowly, squeezing it as I pulled to the end. He bent forward, his body betraying his pleasure. I kissed the thick bush of hair at the base of his dick, letting the hair tickle my tongue. He tasted very horny, like he'd been hard all day long. Maybe he had. I used both hands, one in front of the other, and gave his dick short, intense squeezes. He whimpered, his hips thrusting back and forth, trying to jack himself off in my hands. I laughed, feeling my hands growing slick with his precum. "Simon, please!" I finally stopped teasing him, and slid half his long length into my mouth. His hands gripped the sides of my head, and I knew I was no longer in control. That was fine by me. I loved teasing him to a sexual frenzy, but I also loved when he forced himself on me. Evan held my head as he fucked my mouth. I kept one hand wrapped around the base, my fingers tangling in his sweaty pubes, so that he didn't choke me with his monster. It was a monster, too. If you've even seen a Mike Branson video, you know what his cock looked like. Just massive. Evan grunted. "Drink it, baby!" He panted, and I felt his cock swell even larger against my tongue before the creamy seed splashed forth. He drenched my mouth with thick sperm, his nuts just flooding my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, and he kept cumming. I pulled back, holding just the head, and let him fill my mouth with his potent semen. Finally the flow subsided. I lapped his head, and he squealed, pulling away. He was as sensitive as me. I guess that's not unusual a trait, especially among brothers. See, Evan and I figured out pretty early on that we liked each other sexually. I think I was nine and he was 14. He came into my room in his underwear one hot summer night, after our parents had gone to bed. I remember even then, before I knew what gay was, that his body fascinated me. He was different in so many ways. He was technically my half-brother. His father had died just after he was born. He didn't actually ever know his dad. There were pictures that he held on to, but the only father he'd ever known was my dad. Our mom met my dad about two years after Evan's dad died. They hooked up, and then had a baby. My dad adopted Evan, treated him like he was his own. Evan called him Dad. But Evan and I were so different. He took after his father, and me after mine. Evan was tall and hairy, his chest so yummy and cozy. He was predisposed to a large, stocky body. I think his father was Scandinavian or something. Whereas I was the product of two dark slender people. My dad was always slim and hairless, and my mom was even more so. I was dark and slender, just like my dad. Even at fourteen, you could see Evan's body was impressive. He was probably five-ten by that point, and he worked out a lot for the swim team at school. His chest was wide and deep, though not nearly as much as today. There was just a bit of light brown hair there. I, at nine, was a rake. There was no meat on my body anywhere. No hair. Nothing. I was a tiny boy, still waiting to get to the cool parts of puberty. Evan looked to have gotten all the good parts over with already. He came into my room in his underwear, tighty-whitey briefs. I could see his cock straining the fabric. His young chest was barely dusted with fine golden-brown hair. It disappeared in a line down his flat belly into the top of his underwear. I smiled at him, and he held up a finger to his mouth. He wanted me to be quiet. Sure. I stared unabashedly at his nearly-naked form. It seemed so interesting to me at the time. I wanted to touch him and feel what his body felt like. It was so different from my own. He sat on the edge of my bed. With a smile, he leaned down and kissed my lips. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and giggled. He shushed me again. He moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered very quietly, "I love you." I grabbed his head and turned it to whisper to him. "I love you, too." I remember giggling. Evan turned my head and kissed my lips again. It was so nice! I remember thinking it was very different from the kisses I got from my parents and grandparents. This one felt more personal, like he was really trying to connect with me. While Evan kissed my face, I reached out and touched his chest. The hair on his chest was so soft. I stroked it over and over as he kissed my neck. He pushed my T-shirt up and kissed my chest, his scratchy chin tickling me. I felt his tongue lick my nipple, and a shock ran through my body. God, he was going to make love to me! I felt a sense of urgency, and every kiss Evan placed on my body sent electric shocks right between my legs. "I love you." He whispered, his hand sliding across my belly. "Can I touch you?" He asked, his fingers lifting the waistband on my underwear. I wore only underwear to bed ever since I'd found out Evan did. I nodded, wanting to please him. I had no idea how pleased I would be! He lifted my underwear away from my body and exhaled. "You're so pretty." He whispered. He climbed onto the bed next to me, facing towards the foot of the bed. I felt his hand stroke my penis, cupping my balls. He pushed my underwear down my body, and I spread my legs to help him. I remember the way his chest hair tickled against my skin... He was on his hands and knees facing my lower body. I was taken with the desire to be under him, for some reason, so I pulled myself under him. I was now staring right at his underwear-clad wiener. I reached up and grabbed it, holding it tight. Evan gasped, and he clutched my dick in his hand. "Squeeze it." He breathed, and I did. His hand found its way down to his crotch and pulled his underwear away. His dick slipped free and smacked me in the mouth. "I'm sorry!" He hissed. I just giggled. I knew even back then what to do. I opened my mouth and let it enter me. Evan panted, and I tasted something salty. It was good, whatever it was. He leaned down and took my dick into his mouth, and we were sixty-nining. I loved sucking his dick. I licked it over and over, rubbing the hard rod over my face repeatedly. It was so cool to me! This thing that's normally so soft and floppy like a noodle suddenly grew to three times its size and became hard at steel. Plus, Evan had hair around his dick. It was fuzzy and golden-brown, and it was wet with sweat. I tangled my fingers in it, twisting it and clutching it. With a gasp, Evan dropped my dick from his mouth and began panting really hard. I almost stopped when I got my first squirt of cum. Evan's fourteen-year-old dick shot a good load into my mouth. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I had to swallow. I think I bit him while I was swallowing, but he never complained. He just grunted, and emptied his teenage load. I loved it. Evan pulled his dick from my lips and slid from the bed. "Thank you." He whispered, kissing my forehead. "I love you." I smiled dreamily. "Love you." I returned. He left, his tight young ass bouncing with each step to the door. He stepped out, blowing me a kiss just before closing the door again. We'd gone at it ever since. Evan and I became truly lovers. When you start with the absolute love brothers share, then add our dynamic sexual chemistry, you get some pretty hot nights. Evan and I fucked our way through his entire high school career. He had girlfriends, to keep up appearances, but never had sex with any of them. In fact, I think I'm the only person he's ever had sex with. He's certainly my one and only. We fucked on Christmas Eve, celebrating alone that night while our parents went to a party. We held each other all night long and cried together when our grandmother died. We celebrated his graduation from high school with a weekend-long beach trip for two. Oh, to spend an entire weekend being openly loving and romantic. Evan had arranged the whole thing, since I wasn't old enough to really do much of anything. When we arrived, he escorted me into a suite! There was a basket of junk food and soda, a couple gay non-sexual movies that I wouldn't have been allowed to watch, as well as a couple very sexual movies. He had bought silk underwear for the pair of us. There were lubes and lotions, toys and - most importantly - a hot tub in the room. Evan and I sat in it one evening, him laying back into me, my fingers stroking his fuzzy chest, watching "Beautiful Thing." It was the most romantic getaway ever! Now he was home for two months for summer break from college. Our father would be home in about an hour, and we had some catching up to do before that. Evan was laying on his back, and I was on top of him. Both his hands rested on my ass, with an occasional squeeze given. I had both hands planted on his chest, stroking his soft hair. My lips were locked securely against his. There was an urgency in the room, knowing our dad would be home soon. I reached out and pulled the nightstand drawer open. It crashed to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. Evan laughed at me, breaking the kiss. I got up, and searching for a moment, located the astroglide. When I returned, Evan was still smiling. "It's not that funny, dork." I said, smiling myself. His smile was a very infectious thing! He put his hands behind his head, and grinned. "I missed you." He said, looking up and down my body. I climbed back on top of him. "I missed you, too." I squirted some of the lube on my hand, and reached back to smear it over his pole. I gripped him solidly, and he gasped at the cold. I jacked him off, the lube doing it's job well. Evan's eyes closed in ecstasy, and his mouth dropped open. I chuckled. "Don't get off too much." I warned. "I want you to fuck me good and long." He grimaced. "I don't know how long I'll be able to go." He said, his hand stroking across my slim chest. "I'm so hot for you that I may blow any second." I sat back, feeling his massive slab poke my asshole. I sat further, and he pushed past my sphincter. "Ahh!" He bellowed. My man could yell when he wanted to! Big strong lungs! I bit my lip and sat back all the way, feeling him slide into me like a familiar friend. I settled down on him, adjusting to the well-known fullness he brought. His extra-large dick was a godsend! It was one thing to have a man that was intelligent, caring, respectful, funny, and drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous, but to slap on an eight-incher was really gilding the lily. Evan grabbed my hips and began moving around under me. I groaned, really loving it! His hips lifted from the bed slightly, and drove his already embedded prick even further inside me, then back, then in again, then back. I leaned forward, clutching his massive pecs, and slid up. He winced at the intensity of the sensation, and as I slid back down his mouth fell open in a silent cry. When I was ten, Evan finally agreed to fuck me. We'd been playing with each other for months by that point. We'd explored each other's bodies extensively, combing every crease and crevice for what pleasure we could find. I loved my big brother's still-maturing body. He told me he loved my slender boyishness. We both loved sucking dick. Evan had managed to, somehow, procure a couple porn mags, filled with naked boys showing off their bodies. Evan told me they were all eighteen, but he looked older than some of them. He pointed out the ones he liked, I pointed out the ones I liked. It turned out I preferred the older looking ones, the mature young men, and he liked the younger-looking ones, with the cute smiles and cuter butts. He also got a copy of the book, "the Joy of Gay Sex." We poured over that book, trying to learn everything we could, before finally getting too turned on. We'd have to stop and suck each other off. On my tenth birthday, Evan was still 14, he asked what I wanted. I remember resting my head against his sweaty chest and telling him that I wanted him to fuck me. Like in the book. He stroked my back, and said he'd be willing to try. That night, we used Crisco from the kitchen (mom never did find out where that went) and greased his dick up and fucked me. It took forever. It hurt like hell, and I did end up crying at one point, but I made Evan keep going. I knew I wanted him inside me, and I wouldn't be denied. He fucked me slowly, really sliding his thick young cock back and forth in my ass. After a while, though, I begged for more. By the end of the night he was pounding into me gusto, and I was delirious with ecstasy. Evan came four times that night, and I came for the first time ever. All I'd ever managed was a strong pleasure when Evan sucked me off. But that night I had my first real orgasm. It scared me at first, and I broke down crying. Evan held me until I was okay, then told me how that was normal. He kissed my tears away and then, at my request, returned to fucking me. We fucked all night long. The next day, aside from having a mess to clean up, I couldn't walk. I felt well and truly reamed, and to this day can only remember sitting on the toilet and giggling at the happiness Evan had brought me the night before. He felt so bad about it, too, that he made me fuck him the next night. I did my best to fuck him, but I couldn't go as long as he could, and my ass was still sore. I got too tired, and we ended up just kissing most of the night. It was another week before Evan could fuck me again, and this time he'd gotten actual lubricant for sex. He said he went to the counselor at school, and was given condoms and lube. We turned the condoms into balloon missiles, and then lubed my ass up and Evan fucked me again. I rode Evan hard, trying to make up for lost time. I hadn't seen him in months, and I'd missed him! I knew we'd have the next two months to go at it, but I didn't want to let him go. He groaned, and grabbed my hips, holding me. I clamped down on his dick, not giving him relief from sensation. I felt him jerk and spasm inside me, and knew he was filling me with his sperm. His great white wrigglies were flooding my bowels. I felt our connection become damp again, and knew his spunk was squeezing out my ass around his dick. I lay back down on him, stroking his sweaty chest hair. He kissed my head, rubbing my back. "God, you're a demon." He sighed. "And you're a sweaty mess." I replied. He laughed, pinching my ass. "It's your fault." "My fault?" I feigned offense. "I was doing you a favor, getting your obscene monster off." He kissed my head again. "I love you, ya' whiny fucker." I smiled, and squeezed my ass around his dick. "I love you, too." His dick, while never fully deflating, began to swell again. "You wanna go again?" I asked hopefully. He nodded. "Oh, yeah." He wrapped his arms around me tightly and rolled, putting me on my back and him over me. His dick never left my body. Crawling up on his hands and knees, he began fucking me again. I remember one time when he was 17 and I was 12, he broke his leg playing baseball. He had a cast up past his knee. I had been so worried about him, sitting there at the hospital, crying forever, until they finally let me see him. He was in a bed, an IV stuck in one wrist. His leg had already been set and cast, and he looked really exhausted. He wasn't wearing those stupid robes they give you. He was shirtless, only wearing his cotton shorts. I wanted to climb up and kiss him, but our parents were there. I had to settle for grabbing his hand. He looked at me, and I saw his eyes tear up. He told me later that he hated seeing me so upset, and he was crying because he loved me. We took him home, and he said he wanted to be left alone. I got very depressed, until he called for me. I got to be his only helper. I moved into his room for a week, and spent hours every single day just sucking his gorgeous cock. He'd blow a wad, I'd lick it up, and a half-hour later we'd do it all again. God, that was such a wonderful time, even though he was hurt. Our parents didn't question why we were rooming together when our rooms were across from each other. And since Evan had a lock, we could go at it for hours and not worry about getting disturbed. I gave him a sponge bath every day, usually preceded by a tongue bath. I love licking his fuzzy body, lapping the sweaty cracks inside his thighs, the sweaty pits, the damp chest and abs. Then I would stoke him clean with a warm, soapy cloth... All over his 17-year-old body. Then I'd dry him off. Then we'd fall asleep, me curled tightly against his good side, one arm around me, his chin on my head. I've never felt more secure in my life. Evan pounded away on my ass, sweat dripping from his hair, running down his chest and sides. I pulled him close and licked his neck. He smiled, still pumping into me. He wrapped his hand around my dick and jerked me off as he fucked. I threw my head back and let him do all the work. He leaned down and licked my face, licking over and over down my neck, my shoulders, my chest. I grabbed the headboard to keep from hitting it. Evan was really going all out. He spewed inside me, once again filling my ass with his goodness. God, it was nice to have him home. He collapsed on the bed next to me, spooning so his dick didn't come out. He put one hand under his head, supporting him as well as letting me lay my head on his bicep. His other hand wrapped tightly around my stomach, his hand teasing my nipple into a sharp point. He kissed my ear, licking it. He knows just how to do it to drive me insane. I felt his sweaty chest and belly press against my sweaty back, and realized we'd have to clean up eventually. Our father wouldn't understand how we both got so sweaty. We could say we were wrestling... Evan's breathing became softly regular, and I knew he was dozing. Not now! I clutched his hand and squeezed my ass, and he woke with a thrust. "I'm not asleep." He denied. I continued squeezing his dick inside me, and I felt it growing yet again. "I want one more. Then we can shower before Dad gets home." He sighed, but I felt him push in firmly. "You're a vampire, Simon." He laughed. "You're sucking me totally dry." "Mmm, that sounds good." I cooed. "I wanna suck you dry tonight." I said, stroking his forearm. The muscles in it were like steel cables. "I think I may need more time to recover before I have anything in there for you to suck dry." I arched my ass toward him. "You can't blame me for wanting to try, can you?" "Nope." He said, rolling backward with me. Evan now was on his back, with me on my back on top of him. One hand held my tightly against him, the other griped my dick, stroking it slowly in time to his fucking. I reached back and found his ears, rubbing my thumbs across them. I know how much it drove him wild to have his ears stimulated. He pumped up into me evenly, keeping a wonderful rhythm going. I found myself moaning to each and every thrust, aching to push back against his cock and forward against his hand. When he began whispering in my ear, I lost it. "I love you, baby." He'd say. "Cum for me, sexy." It only took a couple of those sweet nothings for me to climax like madman, spewing my jizz across my body, his hands. As I started cumming, the spasms milked Evans cock for the fourth time that afternoon. He wailed this time, bellowing loud enough to wake the dead. As we lay there, both trying to catch our breaths, Evan wrung the last of my cum from my dick. He lifted his dripping hand to his face and licked it off. My big brother ate all my cum from his hand. He slid me off him, and proceeded to lick his other arm clean. I lay back, feeling empty without his dick in me, watching the 20-year-old bodybuilder eat my cum. It was exhilarating! Then he turned to me. He ran his tongue up my belly, collecting sweat and semen indiscriminately. He cleaned my chest, my belly, my hips, and most especially my dick. "Let's go." He said, standing. He held his hand out and helped me up. I kissed him, and could taste my own cum. I liked it on him. He led me to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water while I grabbed another towel. We stepped in, and he pulled me close. "I've missed you, Simon, more than you know." He said, stroking my back. "I think I could guess." I smiled, laying my head to his chest. "I love you." "Yeah, me, too." He said. The shower was, by necessity, purely functional. We didn't make love in it, although I wanted to. Our father would be home very shortly, and we needed to be out. We washed with minimal play, very few kisses, and only one cock jerking (him with me). We got out, and he dried me first, then I him. I couldn't resist kissing him all over, and he didn't seem to want to hurry with stopping me. We ran back to my room to get dressed. Evan pulled open his duffel bag, and dumped the contents out. "Everything's dirty." I sifted through it, lifting a pair of rank underwear. "Yeah it is." I said, sniffing them. "You were ripe that day." He grinned and snatched them away. "Do you have anything I'd fit in?" I shook my head. "Your monster cock isn't going to fit in any of my underwear." He rolled his eyes. "Well, how about just some shorts or something." He pulled open my dresser drawer, and found some warm-up shorts. "And what happens when you pop a woodie in front of Mom?" I teased. "She's gonna think you're a pervert, springin' one for a family member." Evan scowled playfully and threw the shorts at me. "What is it you think I should do?" I picked up the soiled blue boxer-briefs he wore when he arrived. He'd left a massive precum stain, as well as my dried spittle. I pressed them to my face and inhaled. "You should put these nasty things back on." He frowned. "Nevermind." I said, clutching them to my chest. "I'm wearing them. You can't have them." I pulled his blue boxer-briefs on, stiff as a board at the thought of wearing his dirty underwear. He lifted his jeans off the floor. "I guess it's a commando kind of day." He pulled them on, carefully buttoning them around his gorgeous kit. "I hope I don't pop one through the buttons." I rubbed my stiff dick through his underwear. "Mmm, I'd love to see it." He came over and kissed me. I slid down and pulled his pants open again, stuffing it in my mouth. He moaned, one hand on the top of my head, the other on his own ass. I was hoping to get one more mouthful before having to break. It wasn't going to happen. The front door slammed closed. My father was home! Evan pulled from me quickly and stuffed it all back in, closing his shop for a while. He snatched a T-shirt from my closet and pulled it on, the fabric stretching tautly across his thick chest. I watched him pull socks on, and run his fingers through his hair. "See you down there." He winked, kissing my cheek. I dressed quickly, feeling supremely randy again with his skivvies holding me in. It was shorts and a T-shirt for me, and then I headed down. Evan was talking to my father when I blindsided him with a grab around the waist. My father knew we wrestled together all the time. He just didn't know it was usually naked. He laughed as Evan stumbled under my momentum, then righted himself. I couldn't move Evan when he didn't want to be moved. He never even stopped talking to my father. I let go and headed for the fridge. It was going to be a fun two months.