I’m four years older, though, and it was inevitable that I would go away to college and leave him behind. I didn’t have to stay away, though. I chose that. I started dating my girlfriend, Sarah, before I knew I was gay, even before I was seriously thinking about sex. We were more best friends than a couple but, in high school, guys can’t be friends with girls unless they are dating so that’s what we called hanging out together. Sarah came from a proper family so I think she was relieved that I wasn’t pressuring her for sex. For me, one of the first clues that I had that I was gay was the fact that, as much as I liked her, I didn’t want to have sex with her.

I think it took me longer than a lot of gay boys to figure things out because I really like older men more than guys my age and that was a whole other thing to come to terms with. At any rate, I had a lot of things to figure out about myself. Going away to college was a good time to break up with Sarah. She took it well. I think she always knew that we were really just friends. Actually, my mother took it harder than Sarah. She was already thinking about our wedding and how pretty our kids would be. In her mind, it was a done deal, and one she was happy to accept.

So, when I found myself out on my own at college, the freedom was a relief. Every young guy feels some of that when they go away to school, but straight guys don’t have the type of secrets that gay guys do. I left home just as my little brother was starting high school and facing his own sexual awakening. Just at the time he might have needed me most, I walked out of his life and got “too busy” to come back.

Coming home for Christmas, after so many years away was… confusing. I mean, it was wonderful to see everybody, and be a part of all of the family traditions and everything, but I was different. I still looked the same, and the family treated me the same. My mother suggested more than once that Sarah and I should get together to catch up, always pointing out that she was still single.

Colton, though; my little brother wasn’t little anymore. He’s a young man now, about to graduate from high school. I’m not sure he needs a big brother anymore. We will have to find a new way to relate to each other. A few days ago on Christmas eve I think we found it, though. Wrapping presents together on Christmas Eve is one of those things we’ve always done.

This year, we added something new. We came out to each other. Even more, Colton told me that he has fantasies about me. I can’t say I had thought about him the same way until that moment, but suddenly my sweet little brother was a hot young man that wanted to have sex with me. I had never denied my brother anything in our lives. I couldn’t start now. I didn’t want to. Taking his virginity under the family Christmas tree was one the strangest experiences of my life, but absolutely the hottest!

It turns out there is still something that I can teach my little brother. It’s so amazing actually fucking the guy I love more than almost anybody in the world. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. It is still a little bit awkward at times. I think neither of us can believe that this is happening.

We had another one of those moments this afternoon in the attic. It’s kind of funny that the room up there has been our playroom ever since our family moved into this house. We are just discovering some new games to play. We had been out exercising and came upstairs to cool off. It wasn’t long though before Colton was giving me that puppy dog look that I’m starting to recognize. There was nothing that I could do but pull my pants down and let him have his favorite chew toy.

It’s not like I wasn’t already hard as a rock thinking about having his soft lips wrapped around it. I laid down on the rug and he climbed on top of me so that I could eat his sweet hole while he sucked my cock.

He’s still not used to getting fucked and it’s not easy for him, but he grunts and whines and gives himself up to me, though. I’ve been more of a bottom than a top, but I love fucking my brother and I love that he loves me doing it. Once I get inside of him, it’s hard to control myself. I just want to pound my cock into him as deep and hard as I can, until I fill him up with my hot sticky load of brother cum.