Win Win

1.

This is what you need to know about Giovanni Pasquale. He's twenty, and lives at home with me, his brother, and our mother. He talks about moving out, but never does. You know the type. He's kind of a Guido, with the shittiest taste in everything, including his stupid diamond earring big as a doorknob. He can't manage almost anything, including his girlfriends and their drama. He's gotten two of them pregnant so far, and neither of these girls was an Einstein but they were both smart enough to get abortions instead of making a baby be born with Gio as a father.

Still, he does some things well. He's a natural athlete without hardly trying. He's amazing at baseball when he wants to be. That's what everyone says anyway, I'm not such an expert.

So he's in good shape even though he has no discipline at all. He eats like a fucking horse but it just goes to his muscles, which are all smooth and curved. He gets along with guys real easy, even our asshole father. Shit just rolls off his back, y'know?

And me? I spent a summer sucking his cock.

I always had a thing for Gio. He's always so fucking horny, and trying to get with girls for as long as I can remember. His browser history was my entree into porno, and I loved seeing what he got off to. And like I said, he's in shape. Not like bodybuilder shape or anything, but his proportions were just right -- flat abs, the way his chest swells up with a couple of perfect, soft-looking nipples just begging to be sucked on.

He was only a little hairy on top, but he kept it shaved, like grooming was his religion, except for those dark nests in his pits that disappeared right into his biceps. When he walked by, you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, that kind of dumb, physical energy that was just him.

Unless it's freezing cold he mostly has no use for shirts anyway, so almost all year it's a free tit show, all his muscles rolling under his skin. A lot of girls say he's cute, but mostly I see his hawk nose and his too groomed hair. But he does have a nice shape to his face, and a cute mouth, I have to admit. Every time he moved, it was a view you didn't want to miss.

But it's really more the body that does it for me, and his fucking OCD about getting laid. As his brother I see more of him than anyone. I've seen his cock a lot in the bathroom we share, but I can't say I ever saw it hard before last year. And he has a nice looking ass too, curved, smooth as cream and just as white.

If you think it's gross that I'm into my brother that way, there's not much I can say. Gio's around me all the time, half naked and built and, like a living sex bomb, and I happen to be susceptible to that shit. I'm into guys, duh. And even though I shoot my mouth off with people I know well, I'm super shy with strangers, and I'm eighteen, which means I don't have any fucking outlets but my hand. So sue me, I'm only human.

How did Gio end up hot, dumb and full of cum while I ended up with social anxiety, good grades and the urge to suck cock? Luck of the fucking draw, man. I figure being born a homo saved me. You might look at this unsatisfactory situation and think Gio got the better deal. But every guy my neighborhood my age but me was a screw up in school, and I always was just different. They were chasing tail and I was reading and shit.

Jerking off thinking about guys while they partied might seem pathetic, and I guess it is. But I sure wasn't going to get some girl pregnant and spend my life on a shit job paying for a kid I didn't even want. I'm going to college and getting a decent job where I get vacations and a hot boyfriend.

And I sure as hell--unlike my brother--am not getting into a fight with another douchenozzle about some skank girl, and ending up on house arrest with a motherfucking ankle bracelet. Nice going, Gio, you fucking stupe.

2.

Ma's a manager and hostess at a nice restaurant. And I mean really nice. So nice that Gio doesn't even get why anyone pays those prices because it's "not even classy", which means it's not gaudy enough for him. So Ma's not around most nights, just me and Gio making the place testosterone city.

When Ma's not at home, we eat watching TV, burp and fart, whatever. Half the time, one of us has his hand on his dick. Not jacking it, you fucking perv, just cause sometimes your hand just wants something to hold onto. One night, a while before the house arrest thing, we were watching Game of Thrones marathon together. We both liked the action, and also there's boobs for Gio, and Jon Snow for me.

Gio asked which princess I thought was hotter, the redhead or the blonde with the twisted smile. I told him neither was a princess, and he just said "you know what I mean," which I did. Gio does not sweat the details.

"That show is hot," he said, "but fucked up for that brother and sister to be doing it."

"First off," I replied, "Jon Snow's not her brother. But second, yeah, you look like you're real upset about it." I nodded to where he had his hand down his sweats.

"Whatever, man," he scoffed. "Callie thinks she's pregnant and won't fuck till she knows for sure, so I'm horny."

"Pregnant? Fuck, Gio, use a condom. Ma's gonna' go crazy."

"I can't get off with a condom," he said. "Besides she's hardly even pregnant, so why not fuck? The baby's not gonna' care."

"Man," I said, "you have a one track mind. What about oral?" I mimicked jerking a cock into an open mouth.

"With Callie?"

"No, with me, dumbshit." I had my own hand down my shorts too, from Gio talking about his fucking sex life.

"She don't even wanna' see me till she knows if she's pregnant," he said. "So THAT is not happening."

I guess thinking about his thick, baby-making sperm made me bold, or maybe just desperate. So I tried to act all casual, like it was just a regular idea, and just like that I said I would suck his dick.

He called me a retard, same old Gio, but I swallowed the insult, felt my face burn, and said it again, just a little louder this time. Said I'd just suck it a little, like it was no big deal.

I was giving my own dick a nice slow stroke then, so maybe he took me more serious. So what the fuck, I got down on the ground in front of him on the couch, and pulled back his sweats so his dick could pop out. Must have felt good for his boner to stand up like that, because Gio didn't stop me yet.

I know in these stories it's always the biggest monster dick anyone ever saw, like it's cockzilla or something. That wasn't Gio, but it was pretty big, bigger than I expected. And it had a nice smooth curve to it, pretty thick top to bottom but got smaller at the head, which made it seem like it would be easier going in.

My hand was trembling a little as I reached for it, trying to act like I knew what the hell I was doing. I gave it a few slow strokes with my hand, just to get the feel, because this was the first dick I ever touched but mine. I licked it some, and then finally put my mouth on it. The head was getting firm and I sucked on it--so far so good--so I opened my mouth wider and went further down.

It was fucking weird that first time, having someone else's body in my mouth. I was trying to suck it, going down as much as I could--and it's not like you think it's gonna be, like Jesus lord I swallowed the whole thing down to the grizzly pubes. That's some fucking fantasy. Instead you're like, Jesus lord, I'm gonna gag and I'm not even half way down. So I tried harder and like a fucking jerk I gagged, loud enough for him to hear. Sue me, it was my first time.

Gio pushed me off then, and said I was stupid and went to his bedroom to finish himself off. I wanted to follow him and do it some more, but what the fuck ever. Just knowing he was jerking it with my spit all over his dick was making me crazy--plus I kept thinking of his dick, hard as fuck and in my mouth. It didn't take but a stroke or two for me to jizz right there in the living room with Game of Thrones on TV. Weirdest fucking jackoff soundtrack ever.

3.

Gio's girl Callie was pregnant it turned out. That made number two if he was keeping a checklist of trashy girls he got knocked up. Number two abortion too, thank God for Planned Parenthood.

Callie's Ma told our Ma and you should have seen the yelling. She bought a big box of condoms and threw it at Gio right at the kitchen table. That made me wanna laugh, but I kept my own mouth shut because I didn't need no drama with neither of them. I got SATs and my own shit to worry about.

I got to thinking about how Gio looked good and how he's always getting with girls, and I'm his brother and supposed to be made of the same genes and stuff. So I thought maybe I could get to looking good and get myself my own honey--a cute guy with a hot body and a nice smile. I was going to be a senior and it would be nice to not have to graduate high school a lame ass virgin. I wanted to be able to go to college a man with some experience.

Fuck, I just wanted to be normal and do normal shit like kiss someone, right? I looked at myself in the mirror, which I do not like, because I feel like a fucking stick figure next to Gio and all his muscles. But I tried to see myself like if I was someone else, and I thought maybe not so bad. Skinny and flat as a rail, but all the right parts, not a pig's tail or nothing.

I was getting more hairy than Gio, with some on my chest and stomach and a lot on my legs. If I flexed hard I could see some muscles in my arms, so I figured I'd work on that. Go with what you got, right? Nothing to do about the face--a lot like Gio's but thinner, same family nose (thanks Ma), same black hair too that I never know what the fuck to do with it. Gio, I swear to God, must spend two hours a day on his hair, and I'm the one who's supposed to be the homo.

I started doing push-ups and used Gio's dumbells. One day Gio saw me and he laughed, and I was going to put them down and never look back. But he said he was just laughing because I wasn't even holding them right, so he showed me. I watched his biceps swell up as he lifted and thought my boner was going to take all the blood from the rest of my body, that's how fucking hot it was.

Then he made sure I did it right, and that was even hotter, because Gio never did anything nice for me before and I kind of liked it. After a few weeks I thought my arms looked better. Honest, anyone else would still see stickboy, but I felt like I won the fucking Nobel Prize for Biceps.

Then Gio really fucks up BIG TIME, just like he always does. He gets in a fight right in the street with another asshole just like him, like Battle of the Douchebags, over stupid fucking Callie, and how she's a skank or not a skank, or whatever.

That's what straight guys do, right? They all want 'em to be skanks, but also not skanks. Ugh straight guys. I still want to fuck them so bad, straight guys, but I don't understand them to save my life. Maybe that's how gay guys are fucked up, not understanding the thing we want to get with, just like how straight guys are fucked up about girls, right?

Anyway, things get violent and the police get called. There's charges, and court. Thank God for two things, one it's Gio's first offense, two Ma makes Dad call his cousin Charlie who's in the highway patrol to get Gio off. Cousin Charlie says he's highway patrol, so he has no say in this, but Ma makes Dad nag him. So whatever, cousin Charlie does whatever cops do behind the scenes, and Gio gets four months house arrest, no jail.

"Thank the Lord," said Ma. Like having Gio in the house 24/7 is a blessing from God instead of new kind of problem.

So Ma runs the jail during the day, and she works dinner shift so that makes me the night warden. And just in case he has funny ideas, Gio gets the ankle thing clamped on by the court so he can't be out causing trouble. Honest, it would be funny if it wasn't so fucking stupid.

And that's how we arrive at us spending the summer together. He can't go do the things he normally does, and Ma laid down the law. Number one, no girls in her house because she doesn't want to hear about another abortion because her dumbass son can't put a rubber on his thing. Number two, none of his shit-for-brains degenerate friends over either. She made Gio swear to God on her life, and to kiss her crucifix. Then she told me to swear the same that I wouldn't let his hos or bros over at night while she's at work, and I said Ma I'm an atheist, and she said don't talk stupid, so I swore to God and kissed the crucifix and that was that.

4.

Maybe you heard of some men in prison who use their incarceration to learn law and become attorneys or scholars. Real inspiring shit. But this was not Shawshank Redemption, which we must have seen a hundred times because it's always on TV, and Gio was not one of them kind of guys.

Gio did what other guys do in prison, the ones who don't become lawyers, because he's more the kind that needs lawyers than becomes one. He worked out all the time, watched TV and tanned in Ma's little back yard where she grows her good tomatoes, not the flavorless shitty ones you get at the grocery store.

You'd be surprised how all of that still leaves a lot of hours in the day, especially if you don't read or have interests, which Gio didn't. He just prowled the house like a pissed off tiger at the zoo, looking for trouble and the more he couldn't find the more pissed off he got.

"This is bullshit" I must have heard five hundred times. Also "They can't do this, this is solitary confinement, that's illegal!" I pointed out to shit-for-brains that the fact he was telling me, another person, as we sat there together eating cereal, that he was in solitary confinement was by definition not possible.

He just said "By definition fuck off" then walked away, so I could watch his ass cheeks going up and down in his sweats. Fuck, what an ass. It wasn't exactly the Lincoln Douglas debates in my house, but Gio's got his own style.

The other thing about him being trapped at home all the time is my thing for Gio was really getting out of hand. He was always hot, but now he was at home working out all the time. He brought his weight bench up from the basement and put it right in the living room, and was working his weight right there no matter how much Ma complained.

I could see him lifting, and hear all his grunts and gasps and it's not like he gives a shit I'm there. His back was getting wider, and his pecs had this overhang now, practically daring you to run a hand over them. He's walking around with his pumped up muscles and his low riding track pants where you can see the shape of his dick. And I'm there in the prime of my life, teenage testosterone pumping in my blood like liquid Viagra, and I don't know another homo in all the world I can get together to fucking sin with.

Maybe if I had hobbies or friends to get out with I would have some other guy to think about, but that summer, every night and every day, Gio was the only game in town. He just got more built, the days got hotter and he wore less, and I was horned up all the fucking time.

Weekends were hardest for him to be trapped at home with only me for company. He was used to hanging with his bros and hos, and even if half of them didn't have jobs or anything, Saturday was still their big party night.

After the first few weekends under house arrest, he asked me to go to the store and get him some beers. I reminded him I'm not legal to buy, and I don't have a fake ID because my boring-as-fuck lifestyle does not call for one.

He told me to use one of his fake IDs. I swear, he has more IDs than Jason Bourne. So I asked who that was gonna' fool because a, it's fake, and b, it's not even my fake. But he said his photo was a little old when he was skinnier and it could be me easy. I said no way, but he showed it to me. And looking there in the mirror I could see Gio was right for a change. It did look a lot like me, and I could see maybe we looked alike after all.

I told him I didn't know we looked that alike and he just said, "Duh, stupe. We're brothers." I guess that stuck in my head, that we looked alike. I know I'm the smarter one, which, face it is not much of a high bar, but I guess I don't even understand what I look like. But I liked that maybe someone could think I was him, even on just a dumb fake ID.

So I told him I'd do it, but I wanted something in return, which was to blow him again. Even when he told me to get the fuck out, I stayed firm with my offer. BJs for beers.

"You did that once," he said, "and no offense but not the best I ever had."

"So what," I said, "you can tell me how to do it better. You can watch a porno while I do it, tell me how you want it, I don't give a shit. "

"You turning into a cocksucker?" he asked.

Since when was he ever so interested in what I was, anyway?

"I don't know," I said. "I don't know what I am. I'm just horny, and you're horny, so what the fuck. Win win."

"Get the beers first," he said after a while. "I'm gonna' want to be buzzed."

5.

We promised Ma no skanks and no douchebags in the house, but we never promised no beers. She must have been off her game to not include drinks in her list where she made us swear on her life. By this point she usually knew what we'd get into before we knew ourselves. But maybe she figured Gio couldn't get out of the house for booze, and figured I never would.

I have bad enough social anxiety just buying regular shit in the store, so you'd think I'd be a fucking flop sweating wreck using a fake ID. But I was still high off thinking I look like him, being a douchebag stud and all, and all I could think about was getting in Gio's pants. His sweats, anyway. So fuck Paxil, the promise of getting some nut is maybe all I needed after all. Put that in a TV ad, I dare you.

Gio had one beer and started another, and I was still barely a quarter through my first. I was not drinking this for the taste, I promise you. How Gio and his buddies drink this piss like it's the fucking nectar of the gods is a mystery to me. And then we got to it.

We went to his room, and he put on a porno on his shitty computer. He put in his earbuds, thank God, so I didn't have to listen to some cheap whore's fake screams. Straight guys are so fucking dumb.

He stroked his dick under his sweats watching his vid, and I sat there on the floor of his bedroom waiting. When he got it nice and hard he pulled it out. Last time we did this was so fast and I didn't know what would happen, but this time Gio had his porno and his beer, and he couldn't even hear me, so I took my time. I ran my tongue around the thick, slick head, pulling back nice and slow to lap the shaft, then down to suck his balls, swirling them in my mouth. I could see him looking at his porn, and he wasn't stopping me.

I practiced going down on his dick from different angles, experimenting, trying to find that perfect throat-filling depth. Gio every now and then wrapped his fist around the base like he wanted to jerk it, his knuckles brushing my jaw, but he let me keep going, his hips starting to twitch. He couldn't hold back no more and did give himself a good stroke, a deep groan rumbled in his chest, and when I saw the big bead of precum he squeezed out of his dick I got a little crazed. I put my mouth on it and went down as far as I could, pushing deep, past my gag reflex. To tell you the truth, I didn't care about anything right then. The whole house could have burned down around us and I'd still be there on his boner, sucking him off.

Then Gio just said That's enough, and shoved me back hard on my ass. He worked his dick, all slicked up from spit and his precum, and I spat in my hand to do the same, sitting on his floor. I watched as his hand moved, fast and strong. The sound of his fist on his cock was wet, and had me squirming. His jaw clenched, and the fucking muscles in his shoulders and chest tensed, and blew his load, a thick, white gush on his belly and the tank top he had draped there. Jesus Christ.