— Originally published in STROKE magazine -  Volume 17, Number 1 - 1995 —

— Reprinted and published in Little Sissy 'zine -  Number 5 - 1995 —

We were very poor when we lived back In Puerto Rico.
I remember that small cramped house, always full of the smell of food and sweat. All kinds or insects would bite us, leaving welts and rashes on any skin that wasn't drenched in perspiration. My mother couldn't afford air-conditioning and the one fan we had just blew the hot pungent air back and forth as it rotated. Mama was a nervous woman, prone to fits of screaming and violence when she wasn't either fanatically cleaning or sobbing. Sometimes, I would look at her and understand that she was maybe crazy, so I tried to be as little trouble as possible for her. I would try to make myself invisible hoping to avoid the belts, wire cords, and tirades full of venom. I remember that she was in a good mood when Hiram was released from juvenile detention. It wasn't because I'd gotten to like having the mattress on the floor across from hers all to myself. Hiram was a bully, always bragging and beating people up, especially me. I told myself that maybe he had learned his lesson after being sent away, but if anything, he was actually meaner.

In the dark, listening to the crickets, frogs and whirring of the useless fan. I tried to pretend that there was a breeze, just a little cool air that would help me sleep. Hiram kept twisting around behind me pushing the damp sheet this way and that to get comfortable. His armpits stunk and his breath smelled from all the beer and rum that he'd drank to celebrate his arrival home. When Mama began mumbling we knew she was asleep.

Hiram put his mouth up to my ear and began whispering.
"I know you're awake. Don't make any noise and wake Mommy or I'll crack your skull. You understand?"

When I nodded, I could feel him repositioning himself pulling his briefs off quietly beneath the sheet. Hiram's mouth again pressed against my ear and I could feel his hard dick pressing up against my thigh. He pumped slowly and hissed, "Get down under the covers and turn around and face me. I thought of making on attempt to tell Mommy what Hiram was up to, but she had been so happy to have him back, and all the drama would just result in her getting crazy, and me still getting my ass kicked further down the line. So, I rolled over and scrunched down until my head was level with his chest. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Hiram covered up my head and pushed my shoulders lower down. His cock was wet with sweat and spit that he had used to play with it before deciding to turn his little brother into a cocksucker. My mouth was shut, and I hoped he would come before I really had to do something. The thick meat of his prick slid back and forth over the slick skin of my neck and cheek.

Impatiently, he took hold or my jaw with one hand and used the other to direct his cock into my mouth. I lay there dripping with sweat and fright, trying to control my shaking as he laid the head of his dick on my tongue and then fed me a little more or the shaft before lying still. He pinched my ear and told me to cover up my teeth with my lips.

Hiram began to slowly shove his dick in and out of my mouth, going just a bit deeper with each thrust, his pinching hand moved to the back of my head and grasped the tangled wet curls to block my escaping or breaking his rhythm. His cock was touching the back of my throat and I could feel his balls rubbing against my chin. The smell of his groin was making me dizzy and my face on fire from shame. Hiram was grinding his cock in and out of my mouth faster, I had sort of gotten used to the taste although my jaw hurt from stretching it so wide for so long. I hoped he would pull out before he came in my mouth, but I was so hot, and the air underneath the sheet was so rank with his odor that I prayed that he would finish before I fainted. Suddenly, he went rigid, his whole body stiff, with his prick halfway in my mouth.

He held my head real tight when he said,"Que pasa. Mama?"

"Nada, nino," I heard her answer in the dark. I was more panicked than I'd ever been in my life. My heart was pounding so hard I thought that it was going to explode. My brother told her to get some water but she was fine. Hiram and I lay in that grotesque position, absolutely still, waiting until she began her muttering again. Salty drops of perspiration irritated my eyes and my tongue began exploring the invading flesh that I'd become accustomed to. My tongue pried between the head and foreskin and swirled around the piss slit before jabbing into it a few times. My brother groaned softly and removed his hand from my head. His movement opened the sheet a little, letting in what seemed to me like the freshest, sweetest air on Earth. To thank him for this small kindness, I squeezed my cheeks a little and sucked more of his stiff prick into me. Dribbles of his leaking cum flavored my mouth so I sucked harder. My own dick was really hard so I used one hand to peel down my soaking underwears while the other fisted around the base of my brother's cock so I could build my pace. He shifted his leg and touched my hand stroking my own cock, then pulled it away. The head of Hiram's meat had just pushed the entry to my throat when he pulled back and lazily rolled over on his back with his hard dick covered in our juices sticking to the top sheet. At first, I thought that my mother had woken up again so I remained very still, as if I shifted into this fetal position on my own to go to sleep. She was still carrying on her nocturnal conversations and I wondered if my brother had either come already or had grown tired and wanted to sleep.

My face lay in a puddle of my own saliva as I watched my brother slowly finger his still hard cock and realized that he knew, now, that I wanted to continue sucking him and in his usual cruel manner had decided to tease me by pulling away just far enough that I would have to debase myself by reaching for it. The humiliation that constricted my guts and flamed my face subsided as the slick boner in my hand and empty feeling against my tongue expressed their own needs. I inched my hand slow1y along his hips until I once again had the base of his prick encircled by my fingers. His own hand went behind his head under the pillows and I heard him sigh. His stomach muscles rippled with quiet laughter as I spread his legs and rolled my body in between them and began licking the underside of his tool like a dog. The sheet rose and fell as my bobbing head sucked hungrily on his dick. I used the gagging impulse to tighten around his cockhead while twisting the base of his pole with my hand. Hiram lifted the sheet and stuck his head in, our eyes met, and I could see the lust and triumph in his expression when he told me to lick on his balls for a while. I didn't want to think about what he saw in my eyes. His legs raised and parted, and after picking a few of his pubes from between my teeth, I started licking, sucking, and kissing my brother's cojones. Each ball was big and hairless through the wrinkled bag and I found myself going back and forth so neither would be neglected. When he reached down under the sheet and hoisted his sac up while spreading his legs further apart, I wasn't sure what was happening until his other hand pushed my mouth towards his asshole.

"Stick your tongue up there a few times." He said, "Just kiss it and stick your tongue way up." I pushed my nose up against that area from his balls to his hole and started driving my tongue deep into his asshole. It got loser and soon I could taste the inside of him — oniony and unwashed.

As I began to get the hang of it, he pushed me away, rolling me over sideways like we were in the beginning and jamming his dick into my mouth. He clenched the back of my head and fucked my face until he shot his cream down my throat and all over my lips and nose. I tasted the gooey salty sperm cover my teeth and sticking to my cheek.

When he was done, he rolled around and pretended to sleep. I scurried back to my usual position and lay there feeling guilty and confused and just too fucked up to live. I wiped my face off on my arm and jerked off before the overwhelming urge to touch Hiram's cock again earned me an elbow to the face. I lay there trying to ease up my shaking and breathing while shooting more cum than I knew I had in me onto the already sticky bedsheets. My dick still didn't want to go down so I just lay there in the dark with my wet stiff prick clutched in my trembling hand. Between mama's flirtatious chattering and the snores with spasms and kicking of Hiram, I held my dick and looked into the shadows and wondered what was I, and what would become of me? Then, I started pumping my fist real slow.

- Michae1 K

THE END

[Sadly, due to Michael's computer crashing in the 90s, all the later chapters were lost.]