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Gareth is two years older than me and I'd known that he's gay for a few years, but we'd never spoken about it - in fact, we still don't.
It's just one of those things we both know but neither of us wants to discuss. It became obvious that Gareth prefers guys when we lived at home with our parents. While I was starting to date girls at 14 and 15, Gareth spent most of his time perched in front of his computer. Having said that, he wasn't a total dork - he just seemed to prefer PCs to people.
I had quite a wide circle of friends at school but Gareth tended to get on really well with one person at a time at the exclusion of everyone else. It wasn't that he was unpopular - he has a really black sense of humour that most people at school thought was really cool - he just liked getting to know one person at a time I guess. Anyway, whenever my parents went away, I'd bring my latest girlie over to stay at our house, but Gareth would either be on his own, listening to his music loud and typing away on his computer, or have a guy stay with him for a sleepover.
He did this a lot, actually - had Brother gay incest stories to stay over - even when my parents were around, and I wondered what was going on. I couldn't see the point in having a guy stay over unless we were both going to get pissed or stoned together. That didn't seem to happen with Gareth and his mates. I was quite curious about what was going on, but I never wanted to ask him about it. He's a private person, I didn't want to pry.
When I was 15 I walked in on Gareth and one his mates from the rugby team. Gareth was getting buttfucked by the other guy. I know that he was aware of me seeing him, but we never spoke about it. He let me do what I wanted with my girlfriends and would help me out for cash if I couldn't afford booze or blow to give them. So I let him get on with his life.
It felt kind of cool to have a gay older brother, and once I knew about his activities with other guys I actually felt I understood him a lot better. Anyway, enough of all this crap - how did we end up shagging? Well I was at University in Southampton and my girlfriend at the time was a Scottish girl called Rachel.
She was pretty hot, actually - beautiful auburn hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen on anyone. I dreamed about getting it together with her for months and when we eventually got into bed together I thought, "This has to be one of the best moments of my life". But she was totally possessive. A bit screwed up actually. So it didn't last long. But we were together around Christmas and New Year of and that's when all this happened. I'd been staying with her for New Year and we were driving down from Leith near Edinburgh to go back to London to visit my family on about January the third or fourth.
Turned out that my car became a taxi. Rachel's Brother gay incest stories sister Melanie wanted to lift to Nottingham where she'd just started Uni. Gareth also got in on the free-ride and asked us to pick him up in Newcastle, where he'd been staying for New Year with one of his friends, and bring him home with us. I reminded him that this country does have train and coach services, but he replied, "I'll see you around 12" and hung up. It took us ages to find the house of Gareth's mate.
We drove around all these housing estates on the outskirts of Newcastle for ages. Gareth's description had been typically vague. Like, "Oh it's got a red door and it's in Newcastle" so it was late afternoon by the time we found him and picked him up. When eventually we pulled up outside the right house, Gareth walked out to the car, got in the back seat, put his walkman on, and stared out of the window.
Totally antisocial. I think he gets freaked off by girls he doesn't know, so having Rachel and her sister there was a bit too much for him. Well, Rachel said we were really going to have to pick up speed if we were going to get to London before midnight.
It's a long drive and it was getting dark as we got back onto the A1. I drove as fast as I could but it was wet and cold and I was scared we'd hit some ice. By ten o'clock we'd just gone past Sheffield and it was clear that either I was going to have to drive all night or we were going to have to pull over and stay somewhere.
I was knackered by now - I'd been driving all day and I really needed a break. Rachel phoned her mum on her mobile and her mother told her we had to pull over. She even offered to pay for a hotel for the four of us. I was really pleased Brother gay incest stories this, so we left the motorway and drove into the countryside to find a cheap bed for the night. The place was a big house which looked like it might have half a dozen bedrooms. The lights were on and it looked quite hopeful that we'd be able to get a couple of rooms.
The four of us got out of the car and went to the door. It felt good to get out of the car and move my legs around. My arse felt numb from sitting in the driving seat for so long. It turned out they only had one room left and that had two double beds in it.
The woman at the door explained that they'd had to move the beds about a bit because they'd been full over the New Year holiday. Now the other rooms were all full because of people, like us, getting caught in the snow. So it was that or nothing, basically. The prospect of heading off to find another place to stay wasn't as inviting as the idea of getting into bed and stretching out, so I suggested we take her up on her offer.
The others agreed, though Gareth seemed totally disinterested in the whole thing, and we got our stuff into the room. It was obvious that Gareth and I were going to have to share one bed and Rachel and Melanie were going to have to take the other. It wasn't ideal, but at that moment all I wanted to do was sleep. I didn't actually give a shit about who was in the bed next to me.
It didn't take us long to get into bed. The room was big, but with two double beds in it, there wasn't much space. We all stripped to our underwear, trying not to Brother gay incest stories each other. I guess I checked out Melanie - she wasn't as good looking as Rachel and she had much smaller tits.
But she looked quite cute and had a cool personality. So it was good to take a look at her in her underwear. She looked over at Gareth and me as well. Especially me. Eyed up the front and back of my briefs, I noticed. Rachel didn't look at anyone.
She was obviously really embarrassed about taking her clothes off in front of my brother and she didn't say much or have anything to do with the rest of us. Just kicked her jeans off, pulled her jumper and blouse off and got into bed. Gareth didn't look at Rachel or Melanie while he was getting undressed. He talked a bit about his New Year to me but didn't seem to want to include anyone else.
He didn't ask us about our New Year at all. He seemed totally oblivious to the fact Melanie was checking him out. He wandered around a bit in his black t-shirt and green briefs, brushing his teeth at the sink and taking his contact lenses out. He behaved like it was just him and me. Melanie looked over at the cheeks of his arse, the green material stretched across them as he bent over the sink to peer into the mirror at his lens.
Then she saw me watching her and looked down. I guess Gareth and I do look quite hot. We're both about six feet tall and we're both blond, though his hair is a bit darker than mine. My hair is straight and floppy but his has a light curl in it. We're both thin, but I play more sports than him so I'm better built. We both have nice butts and we both fill the front of our briefs quite well.
Anyway, we all got into bed and I drifted off to sleep while Rachel and Melanie were taking their make-up off and doing girlie stuff with the mini-chemistry sets from their bags. While I was sleeping I became aware that I had my arms over Gareth. I turned over and drifted back into deep sleep. I think that happened a couple of times. It was very cold, though, and I think I just kept clinging to him because he felt warm.
I suppose I might have thought he was Rachel or some other girl, I don't know.
Anyway, at one point I gradually became aware that I was now holding tightly onto Gareth. He was facing away from me and my chest was pressing into his back. My cock was hard and was pressing into his arse crack. I felt embarrassed and hoped he was still asleep and hadn't noticed what I'd done. I turned over again and tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, Gareth turned over and put his arm over me. Now his chest pressed into my back. His breath tickled the hairs on the back of my neck. I could feel his nose burrowing into the back of my head.
His arm sort of Brother gay incest stories across my stomach and his hand ended up cupping my right pec. His thumb was touching my nipple through the material of my teeshirt. I dimly thought, "He thinks I'm a girl - he's searching for my tits in his sleep" but then remembered that that wouldn't be very likely. We lay there for a few minutes, my older brother pressing into my back. I was okay with it.
Since it wasn't me clinging onto him, I felt happier about it. It was just my gay brother Gareth, holding onto me in his sleep. Thinking I was his boyfriendmaybe. Then, just as I was drifting back off to sleep, I felt something pressing against my arse. He murmured, groaned a bit, and then ground his hips towards mine, something hard between his legs pushing in between my butt cheeks.
I lay there feeling pretty shocked. I don't think I was too freaked out by the fact I was getting my arse prodded by another guy's dick. That part of it surprised me, maybe, but like all straight guys I'm kind of interested in finding out what gay guys do together. So the dick-against-butt thing wouldn't have fazed me too much normally.Brother gay incest stories
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