Sibling Rivalry

When I emerged from my shower Tommy was still naked,
standing at the sink brushing his teeth. His beautiful cock
had become semi-erect. I toweled off slowly, my dick rising
up slowly with excitement as I committed to memory every inch
of Tommy’s vulnerable body. With brazen delight I sat down
on the toilet drying my feet, eagerly disclosing the erect
state of my trembling seven-inch dick. Tommy repeatedly
glanced down at my aroused manhood, his rather timid cock
showing additional signs of life.

From my vantage point Tommy’s tasty prick was no more
than a couple of feet away. All efforts to restrain my lust
were lost when the intoxicating scent of his manly crotch hit
me. Tommy turned and reached for a towel on the shelf above
me. Right before my eyes his foreskin opened up and the
sleek, pink tip of his expanding cock pushed beyond its
fleshy sheath. With no regard for the consequences of my
actions, I leaned forward and took the budding head of his
luscious cock between my lips and rammed the tip of my hot,
wet tongue into his unmasked pisshole.

“Jeez!” Tommy shrieked, jumping back as if my tongue was
a poisonous snake. “What the hell are you doing?”

His reaction was not what I had expected. I suddenly
found myself confronted with a very delicate situation. It
is my nature to be a calm, cool and collected sort of guy,
but in this awkward moment, realizing I had committed a grave
error in judgment, I felt nothing but panic.

My taste buds were still alive with the sensuous flavor
of Tommy’s scrumptious cock as he turned and bolted out of
the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I sat alone,
confused and bewildered. I’d never admitted to anyone that I
was gay. I suppose there were people who had their
suspicions about me, but I’d never come right our and
admitted it. I always knew that sooner or later the truth
about my sexuality would have to come out. But not like
this! Having committed such an incriminating offense, I felt
as if my soul had just been stripped naked for the whole
world to see.

All that day, whenever I caught sight of Tommy talking
with my parents, my stomach tightened with paranoia. I hoped
he would allow me an opportunity to explain before he did
anything rash. I had no choice but to confide in him, to
apologize if necessary, and hope he would be responsive
enough to understand.

Tommy spent most of the day with my sister. Whenever I
made an attempt to approach him he quickly brushed me off.
My sister was, as usual, so smitten with Tommy that she was
oblivious to my presence. Our vacation was just getting
underway; there was no way I could tolerate two weeks of
Tommy treating me like a leper. I had to find a way to get
him along and get him to talk to me.

That evening when we returned to our hotel room, I
expected Tommy to avoid undressing in front of me. I was
sure that he would leave our room quickly, to join my sister
for dinner or something. I didn’t think much about it when
he took off his shoes and socks, but when he pulled his t-
shirt off over his head I began to get uncomfortable.

I tried not to stare as he opened the front of his pants
and slid them down over his nearly hairless thighs. I was
certainly in enough hot water as it was. It may have been my
imagination, but it seemed there was a peculiar
deliberateness in the way Tommy undressed.

“You’re queer, aren’t you?” asked Tommy, now standing
before me in just his Jockey shorts.

“I guess I am.” There. I’d admitted it. And the truth
hadn’t been nearly as painful as I had thought it might be.

“So, you get turned on by looking at other guys?
Right?”

“Some guys,” I answered.

“After this morning I guess it’s safe to say that I turn
you on,” said Tommy.

I found myself snickering shyly. What a fucking
understatement. “Yeah. As a matter of fact, I do happen to
think you’re very attractive.”

“Why?” asked Tommy, looking down at his nearly naked
body. “Look at me. I’m small and thin. My dick is
certainly no prize winner. I’m not at all appealing.”

He had always seemed so self confident. I couldn’t
believe he was judging himself so harshly. How could he
possibly think of himself as being unattractive? “Beauty is
in the eye of the beholder,” I remarked. “I guess I see you
differently than you see yourself.” Tommy shrugged his
shoulders.

“I could tell you were uptight today,” he said. “Were
you afraid I was going to tell your sister or your parents
about what happened?”

I nodded. “The thought did cross my mind. You were so
upset, I really didn’t know what to expect.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry,” said Tommy. “I won’t
tell anyone.” He seemed quite sincere and relaxed. I found
his assurance of secrecy comforting. “You just caught me off
guard this morning. No one has ever done that to me before.
It kinda freaked me out.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said ready to accept full
responsibility for my lack of control.

“I should have seen it coming,” said Tommy.

“How would it have been different if you had?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Tommy admitted. “I’ve been asking
myself that same question all day. I think if I would have
known what you had in mind I might have been a little more
receptive to the experience.