Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 03:29:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Hunter <dannyhunter12345@yahoo.com> Subject: Living Together - Chapter 2 Hey guys, Thanks to those of you who have been emailing me! Nice to hear that people are enjoying the story, and sorry it took so long for the next bit. Just a note, if you like getting these, you should donate! Here's the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A quick recap: a couple of weeks after moving in with my smokin' hot older brother, I came home horny from the bar and saw him pounding some girl on his bed. I came while I watched his ass and back flex as he hammered her, and then he MIGHT have seen me covered in cum when he want to close the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Living Together, Part 2 So the next morning I woke up hard (as I usually do - doesn't seem to matter if I came the night before). On top of that the memory of last night, of Kevin's perfect ass tightening and loosening as he thrusted, of him possibly seeing me pumping my dick, made it going down on its own pretty much impossible. That didn't particularly bother me, though, since I actually quite like jerking off in the mornings. I don't see how there could possibly be a better start to the day than covering yourself in a load of cum. But maybe that's just me. I started absentmindedly rubbing my dick (I started sleeping naked a year or two before this and I don't know why anyone does anything else) and then I remembered what had happened the night before. My cock throbbed in my hand at the memories, and then of course I realized that at the very least Kevin hadn't come in that morning and kicked my ass. I also had to face a very uncomfortable realization. I wanted his dick. I had always known my brother was hot, and he certainly had been an absentminded want fantasy for me, but now that I had seen him in action, I really wanted him to use my ass the same way he had used the girl the night before. I didn't really know what to make of this. I didn't have any sort of plan, I was just kind of figuring shit out, but the realization hit me in a big way, and of course made my cock throb knowing he was just on the other side of the wall. At that point I realized it was pretty quiet in Kevin's room. I wondered if the she had left? I weighed my options - do I cum now, or do I go out and "have breakfast" (really a cover for trying to catch another glimpse). I decided to wait - there's something so hot about being super horny about someone you want to fuck. So I got my dick to go down enough that I could squeeze it into a tight jockstrap, through on some loose shorts to it wouldn't be too noticeable, and headed to the kitchen. Unfortunately, his bedroom door was still closed, so I thought that was it - nothing to ogle today. Weirdly, he wasn't one of those guys that would walk around the apartment in his underwear. I kind of assumed he would be, since he was so ripped, but he was pretty much always in at least a tank and shorts. Any glances of his body I sort of had to steal when he wasn't expecting it. I don't think there was a lot of thought in it, he just tended to be fully clothed. But that meant that for today at least the show was over, which killed me. But I (attempting nonchalance, even though there was no one to see me) walked over to the kitchen, grabbed some cereal, and sat down at the counter. Imagine my huge fucking surprise when Kevin's door opens, and out he comes heading for the kitchen wearing just a pair of boxers. As he walked toward me I swear it was like time slowed down. His body was perfect -- I knew he had built shoulders, but his chest was just huge, with just the lightest dusting of hair. His abs were absolutely rippling, and had a treasure trail leading between the perfect V on his hips, and you could probably crack a walnut between his thighs. No wonder he was bringing girls back all the time, he looked like a god damn fitness model. I'm no slouch - I have a hint of a six pack, and some clear definition all over my body, but god damn if he didn't have at least fifty pounds of muscle on me, and he's only about an inch taller. What felt like a few hours later, but was hopefully only a couple seconds, I turned back to my cereal and resumed chewing, praying he hadn't noticed. At the same time the wheels of my brain started turning. Why was he doing this? He'd never walked around like this before! Was he flirting or teasing me somehow? Was he just in a good mood because he got laid? I knew I was probably just putting on way too much meaning to something that to him was probably pretty insignificant. But I could definitely feel my dick straining against the jockstrap. I knew I couldn't stand up until he left. "Hey man how was your night?" His words shook me out of my reverie. "Pretty solid - I went out in the Castro, you know..." "Did my baby brother get some?" Kevin said, giving me the biggest smirk ever. It made me want to punch him right in the face, and then wrestle him to the ground as I straddled him... the stretching of my jockstrap reminded me to stay focused. "I did alright." "Did you bring someone back here?" "Didn't need to - we took care of everything at the club." His face broke into a broad grin. "Oho! My baby brother, such a slut!" "You're one to talk!" I shot back at him. "Did she leave last night or this morning? I won't bother asking you her name, I know you don't know it." He let out a laugh, and then made a little pouty face. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" Then, of all things, he moved toward me. I didn't know what was happening, but he came behind me and grabbed my bare shoulders, and started rubbing them. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, little buddy." He always called me little buddy when he made fun of me. Even though I knew the touching was him mocking me, I was too intoxicated by the feel of his skin to care. He squeezed harder, giving me a deep massage. "My little buddy is just so sensitive, he's a sweet little baby." He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his bare chest into my back. I fought back a moan, every part of my body telling me to turn around and kiss him, but somehow I resisted. To be honest, he's so strong I don't know if I could have gotten out. I struggled a little bit, but that was just to feel the friction of his skin. From this position he said in my ear, still in that mocking-sweet tone "Don't worry little buddy, I'll take care of you." My dick was so hard, but I knew I had to get out of there. I was hoping if I just walked directly away from him, he wouldn't notice, so I squirmed out of his grasp and said "I have to shower, you jerk, and headed straight to the bathroom. He called back after me "you have to shower and jerk? A little too much info there, bro!" He didn't know how right he was. The minute I closed the door I turned on the shower to cover the noise, ripped off the shorts and jockstrap, and started jacking as hard as I could. I imagined him back in that pose, his arms around me, but this time us both standing, his hips grinding into mine, feeling his dick start to harden against my ass. I reached back and lightly grazed my hole with one hand as I imagined him pulling down both our shorts and his dick rubbing against me. And that was as far as my imagining got before I shot a huge fucking load all over the mirror. I yelped once, and prayed he hadn't heard. As soon as I felt like I could breathe normally, I cleaned off the mirror as best I could and finished showering. When I walked back to my room, his door was closed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Again, sorry it took so long to get this out, but I hope you got a kick out of it as much as part 1! I have to be honest, I really get off on hearing about you guys "enjoying" these stories. ;) Trust me, guys, there is definitely more to come - things with "Kevin" have taken a very interesting turn. ~Danny