Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 18:12:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: james porch <zill62001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gorilla Brothers 8.5

It's been so long since I've posted or done much more original content with
my filthy bros. I hope you enjoy the small and sweet adventure. Once again
everything depicted below is fiction. I hope that anyone who enjoyed this
work or my others, as well as putting forth ideas for sequels or other
things you'd like me to write will contact me at zill62001@yahoo.com


Gorilla Brothers 8.5, the Holiday Special
Now with 100% Less Bea Arthur (Unfortunately)

	Well, by popular demand another tale of the Gorilla Brothers. Also,
since it's Christmas time I thought I'd share a Christmas story. This tale
come from Christmas of 2015, when Nick brought Oliver back for the
holidays.
	We had spent the week decorating, baking and gorging on cookies,
and watching holiday specials. Nick even gave me an early gift, a framed
picture of a young Oliver laying on his back trying to hold a Rubik's cube
in his feet. When he was younger I had shown him how to solve the cube, of
course at the time I was laying on my back and had solved it with my foot
paws. So a few days later when he had tried to solve it that way it had
melted my heart.
	If I recall correctly it was the 23rd, a Wednesday. I was a bit
worn out from the festivities and was taking a nap. I was having trouble
getting to sleep and was laying in bed watching some retro Christmas
cartoons on tv. Honestly I just wasn't feeling that good.
	As I was laying there Nick came in to see how I was doing.
	"Eh, just not feeling a hundred percent, that's all." I answered.
	"Arthritis?" He asked, to which I nodded.
	As he climbed into bed I immediately snuggled up to him as I used
to do. I was spooning with him, and nuzzling him as well.
	"Heh heh, inhaling that scent like ya used to huh?" Nick teased. I
just murmured an `uh-huh'.
	"Tell the truth Jack, you miss getting filthy with me and Mack." He
continued.
	"A little. It's a dark streak, I'm trying to... you know, make
something better of myself." I answered.
	"You can be better, but just let loose in your own bedroom from
time to time." He answered. "Besides, I've been watching how hard you've
been inhaling my pit stink. You like it, and that's okay. Do you wanna get
nasty like we used to? Come on." He continued.
	Blushing I buried my snout into Nick's pit deeper. He took that as
a yes. He stood up on the bed, making my waterbed slosh and shaking me. He
was soon standing over me, with his knuckles resting on the footboard.
	My eyes were locked on his small brown ring of an anus that was
framed by his gorgeous silvery-gray hair. It looked so delicious.
	"There was a time you'd be begging for me to use your face as my
fart toy, or hell, that you'd be up here turning some new dude into a used
cum rag." Nick reminded me.
	"That's it, remember your roots dude." Nick chuckled as he grabbed
by cock that was becoming erect with his dirty talk.
	A moment later I heard a small wet creak and had a beautiful view
of Nick's asshole blossoming as the tip of a giant shit iceberg began to
emerge. There was an instant stench permeating the room as the first lobe
of shit cleared his pucker.
	I couldn't help but smile as I delighted in the return to filth. I
was also impressed as Nick's massive log fell to my chest, his log weighed
heavily on me as it stretched from above my nipples to well below my belly
button.
	Oh god the stench, it had been so long since I had partaken in
filth play. It was all coming back in a rush of fetid joy.
	I traced a finger along the freshly laid mound and allowed myself
to taste the bitter flavor.
	"There ya go." Nick smiled as he laid back down next to me. He tore
a small lobe from his pile and fed it to me. The gross flavor instantly
made my cock rock hard. I could see Nick smiling wider and wider every
second.
	I got the fingers of my left hand a bit filthy and began to tweak
my nipples with shitty pinches while my right hand began to stroke my
cock. With a snort Nick crushed a little bit of his shit releasing so much
more stench that had been trapped inside, before giving a good rub down
below my nose.
	I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as my dick released a few
drops of precum, a rarity for me, in response. As I became more horny I let
out more gorilla grunts, which served their purpose, letting Nick know that
I wanted more.
	Which is why I nearly jerked up and threw my back out at his next
words.
	"Hey, Ollie, get in here." He called to the hallway. I was shocked
and more than a little embarrassed.
	"Yeah dad?" He asked, before chuckling at seeing me on my back with
a chest full of shit. I clamped my eyes down in embarrassment.
	"Papa Jack here needs a little attention to that love button of
his." Nick all but cackled. Through my eyes that were barely open to a slit
I saw Ollie smile warmly and pull his shirt off over his head. He was soon
kneeling at the foot of the bed.
	"Man pop, I don't remember you ever being this tight." He playfully
complained as his hands went to parting my ass cheeks. I felt the
occasional probing of my hole with his thumbs and then fingers.  With more
than a little embarrassment I couldn't help but clench up as the twenty
year old fingered me like a pro.
	"Give me some of that." He unceremoniously continued as he scooped
a huge chunk of Nick's waste from my lower belly, leaving a smear from
bellybutton to groin.
	That cooling shit hit my hole with the wet slap sound of so many
other dirty memories. I shuddered a bit and bit my lower lip as Nick's shit
lubed up my hole for Oliver to plow me. Fingers kept probing me, pulling
around my pucker, sliding in and out of my hole, and even holding it open
for a little bit at a time.
	Soon in dawned on me however, about the time I felt Ollie put his
hands together and slide both index fingers into my pig hole, that he
wasn't getting me ready to be fucked. A small whimper escaped my lips as my
eyes darted to Nick.
	"Dude. Usually you were the one falling to the deck and presenting
yourself, always so eager to get your asshole destroyed." Nick reminded me
of my wilder days. As I went to respond he silenced me with his shit
covered fingers.
	Mere moments later I felt Ollie get up to four fingers in my brown
lubed hole, and he was sliding them back and forth pretty quickly. My eyes
bulged as I felt him force his thumb into me to join his other digits.
	My body began to succumb to the pleasure radiating out of my
ass. (Okay...that even sounded bad in my head. Note to all of you out
there, if you are ever unsure what to write, say it out loud first, and if
you can't say it with a straight face, you have written bad dialogue.) The
point being that I was loving everything he was doing to me.
	As my tongue began to lull about and my grunts came more often and
harsher Nick gripped my dick.
	"Now that's the bro I miss, the wanton slutty one." Nick joked as
he kissed me. I locked my arm around him so he couldn't break off the
kiss. Instinctively my feet paws also got to work. My legs spread, eagerly
inviting Ollie to dive deeper. One foot paw went to caressing his head
while the other went to his waist to keep him from moving. In fact it may
have moved him closer so he could keep hitting my love button harder.
	It wasn't long before even my massive frame was being rocked by how
hard Oliver was rocketing his newly formed fist back and forth through my
hungry asshole.
	Around Nick's muzzle I grunted out an order; `How about you slide
that other hand in too." I'm sure Oliver was surprised, and Nick was
clearly pleased.
	"Now that's what I'm talking about man." He laughed before giving
me another deep kiss. He readjusted his position on the bed, allowing him
to nuzzle my chest and take a nice hefty bite out of his cooling log,
before returning to kiss me. Passionately.
	Meanwhile I was aware of how Ollie must have placed his hand flat
against forearm and slid it into the stretched but taut ring of flesh that
was my worn hole.
	"Ya may need more lube kid." I grunted as my left hand collected
the last of Nick's shit from my chest and gave it a good plop onto Ollie's
forearms. A moment later I reached down and grabbed his free hand and
unceremoniously plunged it into my eager and still hungry hole.
	"That did some damage." I growled in pleasure as my cock bobbed in
bliss. That is really the last thing I remember with any clarity from that
little encounter.  Nick claims I had an insatiable appetite that night and
even got Ollie elbow deep with both arms in me.
	Although I do remember having one of the best fucking orgasms of my
life that night. I also vaguely remember the reek my room had for a good
four days, as well as the soreness that followed for about a week.
	However there was a lot more to that holiday than a night of shit
sex. A night I'm still a little embarrassed to be telling you about. The
three of us celebrated Christmas together and we each brought our own
traditions into the mix.
	I was the first to wake up that Christmas morning, something very
unusual for me. Pulling on my jean shorts I made it a point to put on my
Santa hat in honor of the festivities. I lumbered down to the kitchen and
turned on the light, as well as ducking in and turning on the living room
light and the Christmas lights on our tree and around the bar.
	Then I began my tradition. I put on some coffee for Nick and
started a pot of tea for myself before retrieving my cinnamon buns from the
refrigerator. The night before I made my mom's own recipe, and now I just
had to bake them. This was something I've had every Christmas since I was
little, and these buns were only ever served on Christmas in my family. It
was one tradition that still seemed special and embodied Christmas to me.
	The smell of hot coffee and cinnamon buns woke my brother and
Ollie. Nick was still naked and rubbing his eyes as he went to the coffee
pot and dumped it down the sink before starting real coffee. (That was one
thing I always had a knack for messing up. No matter what I do, what
machine I use, my coffee sucks.)
	"Merry Christmas Poppa." Ollie told me as he hugged me. I nuzzled
his hair while I hugged back.
	"It's waiting for you on the coffee table." I mentioned. With a
smile Ollie went into the living room to find a disc I had burned sitting
on the coffee table. As soon as it was loaded into the blu-ray player he
plopped down on the couch and started it up.
	It had taken a little while, but I had found an old Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtle Christmas special that had meant a lot to Ollie when he was
little. So that was his tradition.
	After we had all eaten, the turtles were watched, and I had forced
Nick into some pants we finally got to opening presents. This is where
Nick's tradition came into play. Ollie being the youngest was picked to
play 'Santa' and distribute all the presents from under the tree. But here
was the twist, under each of our guidance's he had to save the big/main/big
ticket/expensive/finale of a present for last for each of us.
	After all this time it's hard to remember what we each got. So lets
see if I can remember without pulling up the photos. I remember that I got
a nice silvered tie (so 80s) and sneakers big enough for my ape feet from
Oliver. He even got me a Rubik's cube to replace the one he had broken
earlier in the year. Nick got me a new leather harness and a very rare
cologne that I just loved. There was a cologne that smelled of aged books!
	Oliver had given Nick a similar set of sneakers as well as a very
powerful dildo. (I remember I thought it was an attachment for a power
drill!) To this point I had given my brother a Star Wars Episode Seven
poster and an art book. We both really liked the work of Una Fricker.
	Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. Lets see what did he get? That was the year I
had gotten him a nice leather jacket. As a half-assed joke I put condoms in
it's pocket to remind him to be careful. I also got him a couple DVDs he
had wanted. Nick got him some software for his computer and a cd as well as
his own leather harness set. He had the same joke in mind having a box of
condoms in the bottom of that box.
	So soon it was down to three boxes under the tree, and we each had
saved the best for last. We insisted Ollie go first and open his last gift,
that had been from the both of us. Nick and I had split the cost of getting
him a nice wristwatch. It was amazing to see his eyes light up, as well as
the hugs he gave the two of us.
	"Now it's not the Rolex you wanted..." I trailed off.
	"But after some research we found this nice Breguet that had all
the features you were wanting." Nick filled in as my windpipe was a little
obstructed by the monster hug Ollie was giving me.
	After recovering my breath I got to my knees and pulled Nick's last
gift from under the tree. I smiled as I handed the package to Nick who
eagerly opened it.
	"Dude!" He exclaimed, soon speechless looking at his gift. He
continued to examine the 12 inch by 12 frame I had made for his prize.
	"Dude." He just smiled again chuckling.
	"Those are the ones you've been looking for right?" I asked.
	"How the hell..." He began before trailing off.
	"A lot of trading." I smirked before Ollie jumped in. "What did ya
get dad?"
	To which I answered. "Those are known as the power nine cards from
the very first set of the Magic the Gathering card game. Sorry but the Mox
Emerald is a bit play worn and the Black Lotus has a corner crease...so
that's why I was able to get them..." I trailed off a little embarrassed at
my failure of getting my bro a pristine copy.
	"Jack." Nick nearly bellowed as he practically leapt across the
distance between us to lock me up in a huge gorilla hug. I kept laughing as
I fell to my butt and we ended the embrace.
	"Well, now it's your turn Jack." Nick said as he slid the last gift
from under the tree. The package sat before me wrapped in red wrapping
paper that had metallic gold bells on the print. I plucked the golden bow
and ribbon off and went to tearing the paper. Even after so many years that
sound is still satisfying, even if it is a little juvenile of me to think
so.
	Once the brown cardboard box was unwrapped I went to breaking it's
scotch tape seal.
	"Oh my." I muttered as the present inside became visible. I pulled
the sides of the box open and pulled out a beautiful gem of retro goodness.
	In my hands was a complete in box, front loading, Sega CD unit. I
was examining it closer when Nick chipped in.
	"It's complete. Manual, all inserts, cables and unit all present
and accounted for. Tested her out myself last week, she works. Hell I even
found one that still had the factory plastic wrap on the AV cables." Nick
smiled.
	Setting the treasure down I smiled and then lunged into a hug with
Nick.
	"What made you think of that?" I murmured as I kept holding Nick.
	"Well, whenever you were reading up on retro news or Sega info this
year you kept lamenting that your sources were having trouble finding
everything that you wanted, so..." He continued on. "Besides, I thought we
could play two player Final Fight in the game room tonight." Nick
smirked. I held him tighter.
	"Thank you guys." I gushed. I pulled Ollie into the hug with my
feet paws. It was a very pleasant Christmas morning, one of the best I can
recall. I also remember Ollie's words to this day, along with the fact that
they didn't cause the customary cringe of concern.
	"Well, we better get ready. We're due at uncle Mack's at one for
dinner and presents."

So I wish to all of my readers a happy holiday season and that you have the
warmth of loved ones with you as well!

	Love, Gorilla Jack