The Heartbreak Kid

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

My older brother Todd had been sick for the last several days, and I had been told to keep quiet and not bother him. He spent his mornings throwing up in our common bathroom so often that I couldn't even get in there and had to go across the hall and use my parent's bathroom. After a time, about ten in the morning or so, he would rouse enough to go into the living room and watch the television, moaning about his head hurting, and Mom would feed him dry toast and orange juice and he would seem to be better, though he would be bad-tempered at times and even crying other times well into the afternoon. It's a very strange thing to see a big, strong man with his muscled body and handsome face covered in tears and his eyes all red, but I was seeing it in those times. Mumbling something about Natalie, oh, Natalie, why, why, oh, why? On and on.

Sometime after eating dinner, he would drive away in his pickup truck, Mom begging him to stay home, and he'd be out the rest of the night, until long after I had gone to bed, I guess. The next morning he'd be sick all over again. Strange sickness. Mom wasn't at all happy about it, but Todd was twenty-two years old now, and he paid her rent and board so she couldn't do much more than beg him to not go out like he did. I asked what was wrong with him, but she told me to not ask questions, he'd get better sooner or later. Parents never talk about so many things going on with an eight-year-old boy, it's like they think we're just kids or something.

Since Mom wouldn't explain to me what was wrong with Todd, I took to spying on her when she was hanging out on the phone or with her friends, Mom loved to gossip with them about her troubles and listen to theirs. I got a lot of nonsense about aches and pains and arthritis and psoriasis, but I didn't have to wait too long for Mom to gripe about Todd, and I found out what was bugging him.

Natalie was his former girlfriend and nearly going to be his fiancé, only he found out about ten days ago that she was sleeping around with another man. Todd told Natalie it had to be him or this other guy, and she had picked the other guy. She had given him back her engagement ring and Todd had promptly dived into a bottle of alcohol. That was what had him sick as a dog every night and hung over every morning. He wasn't working (Todd had had a good job as a construction worker, a lot of jobs doing that in our city) and if he didn't pull out of his funk sooner or later, he might stay in the bottle and slide all the way into becoming an alcoholic. Mourning a lost love was one thing, keeping it up for too long was just self-pity.

I heard that in the morning, when Todd had finished his dry toast and orange juice breakfast (which was all he could keep down on his upset stomach) and was in the process of taking a bath. I knew his next step would be to come in to the living room, plop down on the couch and turn on the TV set. He would watch the Game Show Network, usually, groaning out the answers, and usually getting them wrong. I was sitting on the couch, having gotten my answers and waiting for Todd, when Mom came out and said, "Roy?"

"Yeah, Mom?" I said, not turning my head.

"Mute the cartoon, I need to talk to you about something!" she shouted at me.

I did so. "Sorry, Mom."

"Ada and I are going to go shopping in her car, we'll be back late this afternoon. You and Todd can manage your own lunches today, can't you?"

"Sure, Mom, we got the phone number for the pizza place," I said hopefully.

"Har, har!" Mom mock-laughed. "There's half of last night's lasagna in there you can heat up, or you can fix some eggs and toast or eat mayonnaise sandwiches. No pizza unless you buy it for yourselves. Todd will be feeling bad, so fetch him water or aspirin if he asks you to, and be a good boy. See you later."

"All right, Mom, good-bye," I received a motherly kiss in good humor (the pizza had been a long shot, but worth taking) and went back to watching my cartoons.

Todd stumbled out wearing only a pair of blue sweat pants and fell rather than sat on the couch and snatched up the remote and switched the channel right in the middle of my cartoon. "Hey!" I said rather loudly.

"Uhhhhhh!" Todd grabbed his head. "Keep quiet, you turdball, I've got a headache."

"Hungover, huh? Need some aspirin?"

"Yeah, fetch me a couple and a glass of water, please."

"Okay." Todd saying "please" to me was akin to a total eclipse of the sun, so I obliged him and he gulped the aspirin and downed the water in big gulps. While he did that, I surveyed my big brother, he had been pretty much invisible to me since the age of eighteen, what with his jobs and personal life and my own schooling and after-school activities until lately. Back then, Todd had been a tall but somewhat gangly teenager who needed to grow into his body, handsome face but a so-so body. His hair was the same as mine, a shiny black color that was wavy enough to look good whether combed or left wild as long as we didn't let it grow out too much. Our eyes didn't match though, I had my mom's blue eyes, Todd had my father's brown ones, a quirk of our heredity, both families had blue-eyed relatives. Both our faces were similar, mine was a little on the too-cute side, Todd's was quite manly-handsome, if not movie-star quality gorgeous.

He had filled out. His body now had muscles fit for a manly man, the shoulders and biceps were large globes on his upper body, his pectorals made large rhomboids across his upper chest, with his nipples forming small decorative knobs on each, there was a small hollow in the middle of them that only shows when the muscles are powerful and pull up the skin around it but can't pull that small area of skin up. Below this region, there was the region of the lower ribs, that didn't show for the muscles that covered them in a firm taut plateau, then the dual hills of the abdominals, a six-pack of small globes when he had worked hard, but now, they were a flat, taut region that waited to be brought to life by exercise. His legs held his hair in some quantity, but were otherwise well muscled and fit to carry his weight and the load he had to haul up and down and over and around on his job duties.

I was kind of amazed, my big brother Todd had grown up in to a hunk! Dressed in his shapeless shirt and dirty blue jeans, I had never really noticed! Who looks at their own big brother that way? Now I had...Nice!

The game show category came up and it was "Famous Lovers" or something like that, and that set off Todd and he got upset. The big lunk was ready to cry! "Ohhhhhh, Natalie, Natalie, Natalie!" He bawled like that stupid guy with that bird chirping "Nevermore!" at him in the poem. All miserable and maudlin, I hadn't thought anyone could get that maudlin and sad when I read that poem, and here was my big brother, acting a lot like that dumb guy in the poem.

"Hey, Todd, Todd, cut it out," I said to him. "Natalie isn't worth it. She can't be!"

"Huh?" Todd hadn't heard that before, I guess. "What do you mean, she isn't worth it?"

"Well, 'cause."

"'Cause why? Tell me why Natalie isn't worth anything if you think that!" he demanded hotly. He still loved her. I know.

"Because she's just a dumb girl, that's why!" I said.

"Ohhhhh, you're just a dumb turd of a kid," he scoffed.

"And you're a dumb turd of a bigger one," I returned. "I mean, come on! She was dating you, even took your ring, was going to marry you, right?"

Todd couldn't speak, just nodded.

"Then what does she do, she goes out and hops in bed with another man. More than that, she dumps you to get with this other man, wearing your ring."

Todd suddenly stopped sobbing at all. I had given him something to think about.

"Now, if she was worth anything, would she have done that to you? Like I said, she was just a dumb girl. Not worth your time or your crying about."

Todd wiped his face and actually smiled at me. "You know, Roy, you're right. It wasn't anything to do with me, it was Natalie."

"Yeah. So screw her."

Todd managed a chuckle. "I don't have to. Someone else is doing that now."

"You were screwing Natalie?"

"Why else would I want to marry her?" Todd asked. "I had other reasons but that is the main reason. You marry a woman to get sex, and love, and a woman in the house to take care of it and take care of you."

"Like Momma."

"Sort of, only more so, a woman takes care of the children when they come along. A man helps with all of that, by working hard and providing the money and helping as he can on his time off work." I know, Todd's ideas about things were outdated and provincial. I didn't argue with him.

"So the reason you are so upset about losing Natalie is that you can't get sex with her anymore?" I asked him. "Is that all?"

"It's most of it," Todd admitted. "You get a woman in your bed with you, it's hard to go back to having to whomp your own pud with your hand. You want a warm mouth on it at least, or better yet, a warm pussy around it."

I scooted over to sit next to Todd, and said, "Oh, is that all you want, why didn't you say so?" I slid my hand into his sweatpants, easy as he hadn't even tied them at his waist, only his elastic was holding them up and he didn't have any underwear on, and gripped his cock. It was limp, very soft and flexible, but I scooped it up into my hand and gripped it before he could react to my brazen action.

"Roy, what the hell are you doing?"

"You say you only dated Natalie and put a ring on her finger to get her mouth on your dick? Well, I can do that for you, big brother, if it'll pull you out of that bottle you've been diving into the last couple of weeks."

His cock had stirred and risen up in my hand and I began to jack on it, and it was now a firm rock of a cock in my handlock. "I can see your peter agrees with me that's a good idea," I added cunningly.

"Hell, Mortimer here has a mind of his own on that point," Todd grunted. But he wasn't taking my hand away.

"If you want more than my hand working it, you have to get your sweatpants out of the way," I said.

"What about Mom?"

"She went shopping with her friend Ada, gone until suppertime," I supplied. "You and I are on our own for lunch."

"Oh." Todd said and he gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and raised his hips and shucked his sweatpants down to his knees and "Mortimer" sprang out to show his full size. Todd's buddy Mortimer was a fat pud around eight inches long and uncircumcised, the foreskin covering his glans even in full erection to a point less than a half inch below its tip, making a small "cup" for the precome that was building up there, forming a glass of juicy milky fluid too watery to be pure jizz. Precome usually is more seminal fluid than the tadpoles.

I had paid careful attention in my sex education class, what curious boy wouldn't, and my teacher was one of those who wanted to give us the straight facts, not Bible mumbo-jumbo. So I knew a lot, maybe too much, you have to decide. I was happy, better to know than to guess, isn't it?

I leaned over and put my lips onto Todd's rod and sank down with my saliva greasing the way down. Todd moaned as he felt my mouth and tongue plying on his prick. "Ahhhh, dammmmn, Roy, you're good at this! When did you learn how to suck cock?"

"You were busy with Natalie, or I could have practiced how to do it on you," I said instead of answering that. "Now let me suck your dick instead of talking." I dove back down onto him.

"Right. Sorry. Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as I varied my movements to give him a few short strokes on just his cockhead before going back to longer strokes. "Man, whoever you learned it from, he taught you right! Fuck, I am loving this!"

Todd slowly leaned over and I slid off the couch to get onto the floor and he laid down on the couch and I was then able to lean over him from the side. This let me reach up with my hand and fondle his balls, the warm nuts were soft and loose in their sac but they soon tightened up as I wriggled and brushed them with my fingers.

"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, huhhhhhh, nnnnnnnggghhh!" Todd murmured and his hand came over to brush at my rump. I was wearing a pair of soft shorts and t-shirt but the shorts didn't fit me very tightly (not sweatshorts but like them of thinner material) and he got his nearer hand inside my shorts and briefs and fondled my buttocks. "Mmmm, this young ass, of yours is, kind of soft, you know that, little brother? You ever had, anyone use, your back, entrance when, they were teaching, you the basic, facts?"

I had to lift off his cock to answer. "Well, yeah, but he wasn't nearly as big as you were, big brother," I barely got those words out before Todd's further hand snaked out from next ot the back of the couch and shoved me back down onto his cock. "Glmph!" I finished, and began to bob again, faster, to make up for lost time.

"Well, we got the rest of the day, how about I see about getting Mortimer to pay a visit down there?" Todd gasped. I tried to raise up to say something, but Todd's hand hadn't let go of my head to let me raise up that high. He was grunting nonstop right now, he had barely managed to grunt out those last sentences of his in short bursts.

I kept slurping, Mortimer was feeding me nice globs of his precome, and I was feeling pretty chummy with his generosity, so I held on tight as Todd gasped out, "AHHH, HAHHHHHHHH! AH, HAHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

You can't say my big brother didn't give you plenty of warning and I was ready, I had a good grip and he blew his wads in like a water fountain where you turn it on and instead of a small little arch of water to drink you get a heavy gush that nearly knocks you back on your tuchus? Todd's climax was like that, there was so much of it and so heavy that I don't see how Natalie's snatch could have contained it, much less my mouth, so I made a real mess of trying to swallow it, and I caught some and choked on more and it sort of spewed all over the place. It got all over Todd's crotch and on my face and Todd's legs and my shoulders, before he was done, we were both a big mess.

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Todd groaned.

"Man, what the hell was all that?" I demanded in disgust. "You were supposed to squirt your load, not dump out a quart of the stuff. Jesus!"

Todd just laughed, a weak noise. "Sorry, Roy, when I come after a while, there's quite a bit of it."

"Quite a bit, Jeez. I should put you in a cage and sell you to a circus!" I complained. "I got to go get myself washed off." I got up and went to the bathroom in our room.

"Bring me back a wet washrag!" Todd called after me.

"Go fuck yourself!" I called in return. But I brought him the washrag.

We were two brothers squabbling, I wasn't really mad at him. Todd and I talked and then he ordered us pizza for lunch (he paid for it, he had saved quite a bit of money from his job) then he and I went up to his room and he spent some time working my ass up to let it take Mortimer inside. I was looser than we thought I was, and by two o'clock that afternoon, Todd had me on his bed on my back and his cock jammed up inside me, pumping away with all his powerful body's energy. I was worried that he might blow as hard as he had that morning, but he was beyond that huge flood of pent-up jizz he had shot out at me. He hammered at my ass while he tenderly kissed me, the same way he kissed Natalie as he fucked her, he said, and all his anger and maudlin self-pity was gone. My big brother was back! He came and I joined him in climax, happily.

It was great and the first of some great sexual sessions. Mom came home and Todd gave her a hearty hug and talked like he was his old self and after dinner, he stayed home and they caught up. Mom told me that he was finally over his illness, but I could have told her that. All Todd had needed was to be shown, really shown, that Natalie was a woman not worth the tears he had shed over her.

After some months of him and me being an exclusive pair, he began to go out at night to be with his friends. I was okay with that, Todd was a great guy and deserved to be happy with someone who could be more to him than a young kid like me.

But a couple of weeks of that, Todd asked to speak to me in private. "Roy, a buddy of mine is having a problem. His name is Colombo, Colombo Vitale. He and his girlfriend Rosale have broken up and he is really broken-hearted about it, downcast. He's acting like I did when I broke up with Natalie."

"Gee, that sounds terrible."

"Yeah, I was thinking, if you don't mind too much, tonight when he gets wasted, I could bring him home to sleep it off, and tomorrow, you could maybe get him out of his depression the same way you got me out? You know, a little bit of the 'ooh-ooh-ahh-ahh?'"

"What's he look like?"

"Darkly handsome and buff as a boulder on steroids. Got a cock like nine inches long, too. I saw it once in the john." Todd confided in me.

"Sounds good," I agreed. "Bring him by and I'll see what I can do."

"I'm counting on you, Roy. After all, you're the Heartbreak Kid."

And that's how I got my reputation.

THE END
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