This all happened back in 1982 when I was 15. I'd gone round to friend of mine and we'd decided to visit another older friend, where we both got drunk, drinking a lager called Special Brew (trust me it's minging). I don't remember being carried home or being put in bed, but I do remember being woken up with my eldest brothers tongue lapping at my arsehole at around 3 in the morning. I was going to shout at him but I really enjoyed the feeling his tongue was giving me. A few minutes later he started to pentrate my arse with a finger, then with two as my arse hole relaxed. I heard him wanking as he fingered me and only a minute or so later he came all over my lower legs. The following night I heard him enter my bedroom and this time I was awake and able to let him know I wanted him to play with my arse. He did practically the same as the previous night, but when his second finger enterd me he asked me if he could fuck me. I said only if he didn't hurt me. There was lots of pushing and some pain but eventually his cock slid into my arsehole. He waited for my arse to get used to his cock then after some time he began to gently fuck me. It hurt at first and I asked him to stop, but he said it woulfd get better. He was right. Soon I was loving every time his cock plunged into me and only a couple of minutes later I was cumming without even touching my own cock. My brother came up my arsehole for the first time that night and I'd loved it. For the next two or three years until he moved out we had anal sex at least once a week. He taught me how to suck his cock hard to get him ready to fuck me, although sometimes I would just suck his cock to completion rather than have anal sex. I'm now a married man with four children and haven't had any gay relations since my brother left home. When we get together now and again, we never talk about it, but I must admit I sometimes miss his cock sliding up my arse and making me cum without playing with my cock.