Note: this story contains Gay Male sexual content.
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It was a Friday afternoon when I heard the door slam downstairs and then the rush of hurried feet up the steps. My brother was home from school. Today was Luke's 18th birthday, and I planned on giving him a huge surprise, he just didn't know it yet. The door to his room slammed shut and I knew that wasn't a good sign. For the most part Luke was a happy go lucky boy, yet the kids at school didn't seem to care. At eighteen, he still looked fifteen or so, and was only about 5'6" and maybe 110 pounds. All this was cause for people to laugh at him. He was also a "nerd" never made lower than an A on anything. But I didn't see him that way. He had gorgeous dark thick hair and blue eyes. His lips were thick and juicy. At least, when I dreamed of kissing him they were juicy. Though his full brother, I was different. I had the blue eyes but accompanied by the blonde hair. I was built. 6'0 and 150. Lean and muscular. I was almost 28, ten years older than my brother. I guess my parents weren't done. But I am so glad. I was always a good brother, playing games and babysitting for him. But he grew into an amazing person, and so sexy, and I wanted him. The only reason I still lived at home was because of him. Though maybe now that he was eighteen we could get a place together
I was going to give him his present after mom and dad went to bed to give him his present, mom was downstairs and dad would be home in a few hours. Still, I needed to see what was wrong. I knocked on his door and stepped it.
"Lukey? Whats wrong?"
"Aaron!" seeing me seemed to make him burst into tears and he ran to me giving me a hug. "The kids are so mean. They said they had a present for me... they had manure in my locker and then tried to shove me in it!"
This made me so mad. I wanted to go and beat all these guys up. But I knew that wasn't gonna happen. I tried once, Luke begged me not to.
"What the fuck?" I asked. "Hey, you know what... they are just assholes. You don't deserve that. You are so much better than them." I told him and kissed his head. He looked up at me and I went for it, I kissed his lips.
He jumped back in surprise. And touched his lips. "What..." he stuttered. I looked at him and stepped to him cupping his face and kissing up again. This time he didn't pull back, in fact he kissed back. I released his face and he still kissed me, I placed my hand on his hips but pulled back staying close. "Aaron..." he said breathlessly, his eyes closed. "That was my first kiss..." he smiled.
"I want to be your first everything," I told him and he smiled. "Whenever I was with another guy, I pretend it was you. Pretend you were letting me be your first. I, ah, even called out your name a couple times. That didn't go over well with them.
"I want you to be my first."
I smiled and nodded, kissing him again slowly. "Feel better?" I smiled. He bit his lip, seeming to think about it.