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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My conversation with Kevin - and us blowing each other - was what got me thinking about more shit about not only my brother but brothers in general and where this is concerned which got me writing about it yesterday. People have always felt some kind of way about this and like I learned so many decades ago, it's frowned upon but it's also expected just as it's expected that, after x-amount of time, the experiment comes to an end and none of it ever happens again.

Ever. But the reality, as always, says something very different and more so when you consider that some guys find out about sex with other guys in their younger days and some find out when they're much older and, yeah, some find out in a way that we're happy to keep ignoring. To make my thoughts even more... ironic, I guess that's the word that fits, my protege and I were chatting yesterday and out of the blue, he asked me if I missed my brother. I felt that he asked me that because, last week, my mother died and when he had asked me how I was doing, I told him I was fine - I was just doing a lot of remembering and all that.

He made me laugh - and maybe on purpose - when he said that he wished that he had a brother and allowed that if he had, they just might have gotten into something together - and I allowed that maybe that would have happened, maybe it wouldn't have.

Before I left Kevin he said, "You are so real about this shit and I don't quite understand why you are."

I had shrugged and said, "Being real about it is the only way to be; anything else is just bullshit and being in denial about a fact of life that's just as real as anything can be. It's just that no one wants to know the truth of this; no one wants to believe that there are really no limits - or few of them - when it comes to people having sex and this? Brothers and even sisters doing each other? No different in reality but we are made to believe that it is. Not supposed to happen, of course... but it's never been said that it [B]can't [/B]happen because at the end of any damned day you wanna point to, it's about sex and the need to do it... and doing it with whoever wants to do it with you."

"It's the reality we don't want to see; it's the elephant in the room that's best ignored and like it's not standing right there. It just is what it has always been and what it continues to be."

"So you're saying that while me and my brother could blame it on the alcohol, what we did ain't nothing new, right?" he had asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. There's the whole right and wrong thing but it kinda begs the question that if you and your brother, after it was all said and done, felt it was the right thing to do - even under the influence - then can it really be so wrong? Most people would say it is... and a lot of people know it isn't because it's only wrong if you believe that it is."

And that's the reality of things. I'm just the guy who has the nerve to talk about it. Will Kevin and I get together again? Maybe and it wouldn't surprise me if/when he asks if we could. That, too, is the reality that many people just can't wrap their head around. Maybe Kevin will be more of a mind to really accept his son and grandsons' bisexuality - that's gonna be on him but after the events of the other day, I'm thinking he'll be more positive about things.

It's a part of life whether we agree with it or not. That's the reality.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"What... what if he wants to do it again?" he asked.

"Are you really asking me what if [B]you[/B] want to do it again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess...," he admitted.

"Then if you're okay with it and he is..." I said, letting the rest of the sentence trail off. "Look - I'm not saying that you or anyone should violate your principles - I'm just being real about this and I'll say it again: It happens and now it's a matter of what you think about it and what's gonna happen going forward. Like your son and grandsons, y'all are grown-assed men but I get it - you're worried about what someone else is gonna say about it and I'll tell you something about that: Other than me, who else knows it happened?"

"Nobody else," he said - then I saw the "light bulb" turn on over his head. "Oh - I see what you're saying!"

"Real-deal shit," I said. "It's a truth that no one ever wants to know about."

More silence while Kevin processed all of this and, yeah, it had me thinking about my brother and the opinions of others. While I was thinking about that, Kevin cleared his throat, getting my attention.

"So, um, look, um, damn - you wanna come to my place so we can blow each other?" he asked. "I don't know about you but talking about this shit got my dick hard and I noticed yours is, too!"

"Sure, why not?" I said - and off we went. It was fun and I didn't let the fact that he only had one day of experience at it and I didn't let the fact that I wasn't even thinking about him like that bother me all that much. After draining each other dry, I told him about me and my brother and he was moved by it and, as expected, told me he was sorry for my loss.

"I always thought that there was something about dudes getting with each other," he said. "You hear about it like all of the time but, damn, finding out my brother had always wanted to get with me? Why didn't he say something back then?"

"I dunno - maybe he thought you'd freak out or something," I said. "And if he had hit on you back then, do you think you would have went along with it?"

"I dunno," he said. "Damn... I missed out on something, didn't I?"

"Probably but it's a lot of water under the bridge, ain't it? Bring that dick over here..."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Wow, okay," I said and I admit to being surprised; when he said it, I thought he was talking about some time back in the day.

"Ain't that some fucked up shit?" he asked.

"Others would think so but I wouldn't," I said truthfully. "What happened?"

Kevin went on to tell me that he and his brother had been hanging out - and talking about Kevin's son and his announcement - and they were drinking and talking about how things used to be. Kevin said that the next thing he knew, his brother just came right out and said that he had always wanted Kevin to suck his dick and that he had always wanted to suck Kevin's dick.

"That's some crazy-ass shit, huh?" he asked.

"No, not really," I said. "Some hair of the dog tends to bring out the truth sometimes."

Kevin told me that once he got over his shock he told his brother, "We should do it - fuck it, right?"

Then they did and I could tell that he was both troubled... and, um, excited.

"I don't believe we did that shit," he said, shaking his head.

"Lemme ask you this: Did you enjoy it?" I asked; he didn't even have to say that he did - the look on his face provided the answer so I said, "If you both enjoyed it, then it's not a problem... unless one of you makes it a problem."

"Doesn't that shock you?" he asked.

"Ha, over the years, nothing like this surprises or shocks me," I said. "Do you really think you're the only guy who has ever sucked his brother's dick?"

"You?" he asked and I just nodded. He said, "Damn... now I don't feel so bad about it."

"No point in that," I said. "It happened, you said you both enjoyed it - end of story."

"So I'm not really some kind of freak?" he asked.

"I wouldn't say you were," I said. "Sometimes, Kev, shit happens when it's supposed to."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had my thoughts yesterday about my brother and people losing their minds over brotherly sex and thanks to a guy I was talking to the day before yesterday. Not a friend so much but we've talked before about a lot of things so, as I was getting out of the car after a trip to the store, we saw each other, spoke, and he asked if I had a few minutes to talk. I said that I did... but let me take this in the house before my lady thinks I got lost.

A few moments later, I'm back outside - masked, of course, and we're social distancing; pleasantries are exchanged, we both agree this COVID shit is some fucked up shit... then he hits me with this:

"I think my son and his sons are, shit, they go both ways."

I took a minute to form my response in my mind then said, "These days? Men are a lot more accepting of it, not like it was back when we were young bucks. Why would you think that?"

Turns out that his son told him that he was bi, as well as telling him that he taught his sons to be open about their sexuality and not to be ashamed of it. "Kevin" was clearly disturbed by this news and felt like he had failed as a father, prompting me to squash that thought.

"Your son is a grown man and, if I remember, your grandsons are old enough to make their own decisions about stuff," I said. "You didn't fail your son; if you made a "mistake," it was trying to hit him with the values you and I grew up with and values that, today, don't really mean a whole lot."

He asked what I would have said or done if I found out any of my kids went both ways... and I laughed and told him that two of the three were bisexual - and I was okay with it and more so because I was bi, too. He seemed to be surprised for a moment then nodded, saying that one of the things he liked about me was that I was a pretty forward-thinking kind of guy.

A moment of silence and just long enough that I thought we were done talking when he kinda made a face then asked, "Can I tell you something and it stays between us?"

"Yes and no one around here will ever know that you said it," I said.

"I sucked my brother's dick," he said and in a voice so low I almost didn't hear him.

"Okay," I said. "I don't find that to be all that unusual."

"I sucked his dick yesterday," Kevin said, his voice even lower.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]If you don't mind, it doesn't matter... and I know that I'm not the only guy who figured this out. If you asked me or could have asked him if we loved each other, we'd both say that we didn't although we did have a grudging respect for each other and that was really along the lines of knowing that if it came to it, we could take each other out - permanently... and it didn't have shit to do with having sex with each other, well, as far as I've been able to figure out, anyway. We didn't always try to off each other whenever we saw each other but it was pretty easy for us to push each others buttons because, being brothers, we knew where all the buttons were. We didn't always agree on stuff and, at the least, we'd argue about whatever we disagreed on.

And then he'd ask, "Hey... you wanna do it?" and I'd say, "Sure - why not?" and no matter how pissed off we were with each other before the question was asked. Sometimes, I wouldn't see or hear from him for months at a time - which was fine with me and probably him, too. But when he'd show up at my door, I knew he wasn't just stopping by just to say hi and I remember asking him about that one day; did he drop by to say hi and find out how I was doing... or was he stopping by so we can fuck?

He laughed and said, "What do you think?" And then we were naked and doing what we always did. Suck each other off. Take a break. Fuck each other and if time allowed, take a break and do it all over again. Nothing unusual going on here.

Just nature doing what nature has always done and continues to do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3] Did we know better? Yes - no question about that and even as I write this, I remain very mindful of the sin we both agreed to commit with each other and even when I was very reluctant to do it in the first place. The hard part for me was to be able to admit to myself that I just flat out loved having sex with him - we were very good with each other and despite our animosity. We both had been having sex with other guys and we both agreed that while it was good - or sometimes not so good - when we did it - and no matter why we would - it was always good.

I'd often think that brothers bond with each other... just not always in the way they're expected to and certainly not the way we learned to bond with each other. It never failed to amaze me how we could have such great contempt for each other and with deadly intent... unless we were screwing each other silly. Only then could we put our differences aside and it didn't make sense and it still doesn't.

It just was what it was. People who know about this would be disgusted and all that and my reaction to their disgust would be just to shrug; right or wrong, you still can't change what has already happened. We did it and probably way past what would be considered to be acceptable. And it wasn't that we were "enemy lovers" so much as it really drove home a lot of truths that most people just do not want to know about. Did I question the state of my moral compass? I did. A lot. I still do. But I understand sex and that the only limits in place are the ones we - society - put in place and it's an inescapable truth. Guys screw each other... and brothers are no exception in this and, really, neither is anyone who is of a mind to have sex in this way.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We both laid there, joined together, gasping and all that - and then he punched me dead in the face!

"Didn't want you to forget that I'm still mad at you," he said - and just before I punched him right back - things had gotten back to normal between us and now we're right back to fighting which is how all of this moment got started. I never figured out why he'd want to fight me. Oh, he could fight like a demon... but I was bigger, stronger, and trained in the martial arts as well as being able to fight in the streets. It didn't take me long to pin him face down and in a very painful arm and shoulder lock and I was really putting the pressure on and letting him know that I could break him any time I wanted to.

And it didn't escape either of us that my dick was once again very hard and all he said was, "You know where to put that, right?"

Of course I did and as we'd done so many times before, we both gasped as my dick easily and familiarly slid into him. "Maybe this is why we fight... so we can 'kiss and make up' like this?" I had said once I had all eight inches of dick in him.

"Probably," he said, his voice all dreamy. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me already..."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One day and when he was slowly shoving his dick in and out of my ass, he leaned forward enough to whisper in my ear, "Have you ever thought about how wrong it is for us to be doing this?"

Strange question to ask while we were doing it, huh?

"I think about it all of the time," I said. "I just don't pay a lot of attention to it any more and before you ask, no - I don't regret any of it."

"Hmm," he said, burying his dick in me as far as he could get it. "So how come we can't get along with each other... unless we're doing this?"

"I don't know," I said. "I gave up trying to figure that out a long time ago; it just is what it is... and it's better than us trying to kill each other."

"Shit..." he said as his dick started pumping in the grip of my ass. It was still very good; still very damned nasty and immoral. I shouldn't be using my anal muscles to squeeze his dick while he was emptying his balls into me and I sure as hell shouldn't be enjoying it or, really, still enjoying it. We were "mortal enemies" except when we did this. I can't explain it - I just learned to accept it; strange bedfellows and all that.

He pulled out of me and used his hands to prompt me to turn onto my back; as I turned, I could feel his spunk starting to ooze out of me as he lowered his head to suck me into hardness before lubing us up and straddling me and the look on his face as my bigger and fatter cock slid into his ass was one I never got tired of seeing. He fully seated himself on me and started moving, his hands on my chest and idly playing with my nipples and said, "You know I can't stand you, right?"

"I know," I said, thrusting upward into him and making him get "that look" on his face.

"I just don't know why sex with you is so damned good," he said as I reached and grabbed his dick and started stroking it.

"I stopped trying to figure that one out, too - it's always been good and I don't question why it is," I said - and thinking that this was a really weird time to be having such a conversation.

He lay down onto me with his head next to my ear and whispered for me to fuck him. I was driving my dick into him and all the while thinking that we should have never started doing this and that it was true that we couldn't stand each other. I'm getting close to cumming and thinking that, shit - being like this with each other? We could have done great harm to each other, maybe killed each other while being so vulnerable and with our guard down... yet, it never occurred to either of us to do anything other than to enjoy having sex with each other and as crazy as it all turned out to be.

I busted in him and he sighed in my ear and said, "That just never gets old..." and even caught in the throes of my release, I couldn't have agreed more. We were both grown men and grown men who should have known better... and the truth was neither of us gave a damn about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]