Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2017 14:31:15 +0000
From: HKL ... <hkl_09@live.nl>
Subject: A lifetime of memories - Part 02

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events
and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used
in a fictitious manner.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story is about a son and his dad. All sexual acts in this story are
between two consenting adults.  The story does however, include the younger
years of the son. If you do not like or approve of this please do not read
this story.

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As I watched him lying on his back, enjoying every inch of my manhood
inside him, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I had to fill him with
my seed, his brothers. I fucked him harder, I could feel my manjuice
coming. I couldn't resist it anymore and heard my own voice moaning
harder. I looked my son in his eyes and saw him closing his eyes. His mouth
made a smile and I knew. He was thinking about how we got to this moment. I
closed my eyes, ready to fill his tight ass with my semen.  Rain poured
from the sky. The streets where empty. Everyone was inside. I walked past a
house and looked through the window. A family was laughing. A mother,
father and 2 kids. I kept walking trying to forget what happened, but
seeing that happy family was all it took for me to break down.  I rang the
bell and footsteps approached the door. The door opened and for a second I
saw the smile on his face. But when he saw me, his smile made place for
sadness. My brother knew that it was over. My marriage had ended.

The sun woke me up. I opened my eyes and realised something. I felt
different. It seemed that the weight I had carried around on my shoulders
for the past six months was gone. I didn't feel depressed. I stood up and
looked at the alarm clock. It was 7 in the morning. My brother would be up
in half an hour. I decided to get in the shower and surprise him with
breakfast. He had been so patient with me, the last six months. All I could
remember from the last six months was me complaining, crying, drinking and
having sex with any woman I could find. One time I was so drunk I just
fucked a girl right behind the door. My brother came home from work and
stared at us. He said nothing and just went to his room. But now I knew
things where about to change. I wanted to thank him and even though making
breakfast would never be enough, I knew he would appreciate it.  I walked
to the bathroom and pulled down my boxers to take a piss. I wasn't fully
awake yet but a stream of hot water on my stomach did the trick. I looked
down and saw a stream of piss falling backwards in the air. I managed to
stop peeing and ran into the shower. As I turned the warm water on, my own
warm water left my morning erection. I couldn't help but smiled.

You might think that at 28 I should have known better than to empty my
bladder with my morning wood. But when your life falls apart and depression
takes over, morning wood doesn't come to say hello very often.

I felt great again. I enjoyed every drop of hot water falling on me. I just
wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as possible. I made sure my dick
stayed rock hard as I shaved my face. I don't know why but I shaved my
balls and dick too. I used that shower gel that turns into foam and let my
hands glide all over my body. I could feel precum leaving my slit and
travel down my cock. My hands played with my nipples. Pinching them,
pulling them softly, caressing them as if my hands had a mind of their own.
They glided down my hairy abs and knowingly avoided touching my rock hard,
precum oozing morning wood. They massaged my balls and I let out a soft
moan. I poured more shower gel on my hands but this time they didn't
travelled along my whole body. I could feel the foam touching my ass.  My
hand massaging my cheeks while slowly moving towards the middle. My left
hand started playing with my nipples as my right hand glided up and down my
surprisingly smooth crack. I could feel my hole getting impatient. It
needed attention but my hand wasn't listening. My left hand left my chest
and before I could contain myself I let out a moan of pleasure. My left
hand was jerking my cock while my right middle finger finally conceded. As
my left hand had grabbed my dick, my right middle finger slid inside me.

I felt everything I had missed since that rainy day six months ago. Every
drop of water felt like the touch of another person. Every inch of my body
was enjoying my twirling finger inside me and my massaging hand on my
dick. My mind was full of every sexual emotion I ever had.  My middle
finger went in a little deeper and I gasped. My eyes flew open, my middle
finger did whatever it did that gave me the most amazing feeling in the
world, my cock hardened and I felt my cum flowing through my shaft. My eyes
rolled back, my middle finger gave a hard push and my sperm shot out of my
cock. One...two...three...four.... That was...Five...Six.... My whole body
shuddered with pleasure. I pulled my finger out and grabbed the faucet to
wash away my load. I opened my eyes and froze.

I had forgotten to close the door of the shower cabin and had shot my load
into the bathroom. And I saw my brother standing in the doorway. His face
showed nothing but amazement. We both stared at each other. BANG....We both
awoke from the sound of the faucet falling out of my hand. My brother
clapped and said: "That was truly an amazing cumshot little brother, but if
you don't mind I need to use the bathroom."  He smiled and walked to the
toilet. Before I could say anything he dropped his trousers and took a
piss. I turned around turned the water off. I stepped out of the cabin and
saw my brother still standing with his manhood in his hands, but I didn't
hear water falling into the toilet.

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I realised I never introduced myself. Me: Jonathan, 41 years old. 6'1",
hairy body, black hair and green eyes. I'm not muscular but I do like to
keep my body healthy. I'm sorry to bother u with my depressing memory of my
divorce but I just had to get it out. So quick summary.  Married at 23 with
the girl of my dreams. Unfortunately I wasn't the guy of her dreams and
after five years of marriage she ended it. I was devastated. I went into a
depression and couldn't get out of it. I lived with my brother who has
always supported me. You wouldn't say that we were brother if u say us
together. He was 6'4", born with blond hair but changed the colour every 2
weeks, muscular perfectly smooth body and blue eyes. He wore earrings in
both ears (not the girly hoop types but diamond stones). If u saw him you
would've never believed how masculine he is. Despite his perfect look and
metrosexual appearance, he is one of the most manliest man I know. We had
our differences when we were younger and never had that brotherly bond u
always see in movies, but all that changed when I turned 19.

On my 19th birthday he took me on a trip that changed our bond. He
surprised me with a weeklong trip to Amsterdam. Of course u have to try the
weed there so he did. I didn't want to and I'm glad I didn't smoke that
night. I won't bother u with the details but I ended up saving my brothers
live and after that our bond was unbreakable. He did, however, kept a part
of his life secret from me. No matter how much I tried he wouldn't let me
know and eventually I stopped trying. That's a little backstory about me
and my brother, now back to the bathroom.  I noticed my brother was still
standing in front of the toilet with his dick in his hands but I didn't
hear anything. I grabbed a dirty towel and dropped on my knees to wipe up
the semen on the floor. My brother still stood there and curiosity took
over. I glanced toward him and saw why he didn't empty he bladder. In his
hand was his own morning wood.

U already know that we had our differences in the past. And when we made up
we were both living our own lives so I had never seen my brother naked. I'm
happy with my body and even though she would never admit it now, my ex-wife
was too. But seeing my brothers dick in full glory made me rethink that
confidence. In his hand he was holding a thick uncut dick. His shaft was
veiny, his glans was fully uncovered and just a bit thicker than his shaft.

I wiped the remaining semen of the floor and stood up.  "U know I'm still
here right?" I said trying to sound as if nothing happened.  My brother
turned around and said: "How can I forget. I came here to take a piss and
seeing u shooting that load made that impossible."  I didn't know what to
say and just laughed. I dried myself off and left the bathroom. As I
entered my room I realised he didn't close the bathroom door. I also
noticed he left his bedroom door open.  Remember the part about my brother
having a secret? This is part of that secret. When I rang his doorbell six
months ago he took me in without questions. The day after he said that this
was my home too and that I should live here however I seem fit. He only had
one rule and that was to never enter his room. Me being heartbroken and all
never thought anything of it but now that I felt reborn, that rule seemed
pretty darn weird to me.

I heard the shower running and decided to have a quick look before he
finishes his shower. I walked towards the room and took a peek. He had an
amazing taste. His room was marvellous. Everything in there felt like it
belonged in that specific place and position. I wanted to see more but I
knew I couldn't risk getting caught. I took one last look at his room when
I saw it. The drawer of his nightstand was open. I saw different colours
together but couldn't figure out what I was looking at.  Before I could
take a better look, the sound of the water running in the shower stopped. I
quickly got to my room.

I noticed how much energy my shower session had used of me and sat on my
bed to let it all sink in.  My naked butt had barely touched the bed and my
door flew open.  "Happy birthday little brother. " There stood my
brother. In his hands he held a beautifully wrapped box, with a bow and a
little card.  And behind the gift was my brothers manhood, either hanging
free, or politely put away in his underwear. As I looked at the gift I
noticed that I could only find out what he was wearing if I took gift out
of his hands.

---

So yeah, after a depression of six months I woke up and my life had turned
180 degrees. The divorce didn't bother me anymore. I was happy and my life
was going on well. My brother and I were closer than ever sharing
everything that happened in our lives. I couldn't believe that turning 29
would be a day to remember. I mean, you can't really forget the first time
you... Wait... I getting ahead of myself.  Where was I....

I looked at my brother and saw his eyes lighten up and a grin appearing. I
actually forgot it was my birthday. Apparently the surprised look combined
with the look of realisation is something funny on my face because my
brother could not keep his joy to himself.  He told me to close my eyes and
I did. I heard some noise and when he told me to open my eyes, he sat in
front of me. I didn't dare to look if he really was naked so I just looked
at him. He cleared his throat (how could I have not known he was gay. I
mean come on he only did it to add more spice to his performance) and began
to speak.

"Dear Jonathan.  Today is your 29th birthday. Ten years ago we
reconnected. So today isn't just your birthday, but also the birthday of us
being brothers. I had to make some last minute changes to this speech
because of recent events." He looked at me with a mischievous look and
continued.  "When u rang my doorbell six month ago, I didn't know what to
do. I wanted to make things better but I didn't know how. So I decided to
just let you deal with it on your own. Maybe it seemed like I didn't care
because I never asked how you were holding up, or if u needed a shoulder to
cry on. I want you to know that none of that is true. I told you that night
that I only had 2 rules. The first one, you lived up to."

I looked down ashamed. I knew he was talking about all those times he
walked in on me fucking some woman I didn't know. All those times he had to
carry me to my bed because I was too drunk to move on my own. I even pissed
in my own bed once and he cleaned it with no comment, no judgement.

"Don't be ashamed. I know you were dealing with the whole situation as
seemed fit to you at the time. All I was hoping was that you would feel a
little bit better before your birthday. And after seeing you this morning I
think that pretty much fell into place. So today I am gonna take you out. I
have this whole day planned for us. Like I said, today isn't just your
birthday, but also the birthday of us being brothers. Try to remember that
if you get the feeling that this day isn't about you."  I waited for him to
speak but he didn't. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. Not just a
smile of happiness. It was a smile that said everything I needed to hear. A
smile that took away my shame and replaced it with gratitude.

He stood up and waited for me to take his present. I grabbed the box and he
turned around before I could see what he was hiding. As he walked out of my
room I saw my brothers back and his firm round ass covered by his briefs.

I unpacked the box and opened it. Inside were 3 things. A folded piece of
paper that had a 1 written on it, another gift marked with the number 2 and
a photo album with a big 3 on its cover. That was my brother. He always
knew how to make even the lamest things worth it. I knew I had to follow
the numbers. He always planned these thing months ahead. Something about
the photo album intrigued me. I wanted to see it but knew better. I sat my
back against the wall (my bed doesn't have a headpiece) and unfolded the
piece of paper.  It was handwritten. My brother sure put his time into
this.

"Hey Little Brother, If you're reading this it means you are feeling
better. At least better enough to celebrate this special day. I know you
and I also know that gift number 3 will have gotten your attention before
the other two. I also know that you wouldn't dare to mess up the order of
opening your gifts.  If it's morning, we will have breakfast downstairs. I
will let you know when it's ready. If its noon, I probably woke u up with a
bucket of water and your angry about that. Lose that anger because I'm
taking you to brunch.  Either way, you are not allowed to open gift number
2 and 3 before you are told to. You need to have those 2 gifts with you all
the time today so good luck finding something to carry those with you.
Lots of love, Anthony Michael Brotherus Supremus The First"

I laughed out loud. I couldn't stop laughing. I knew that my bad period had
ended. I got up and got dressed. I was about to leave the room when I
remembered the gifts. I looked everywhere in my room for a bag to carry my
gifts around but couldn't find one. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal so
I just took them in my hands and left my room. De photo album didn't feel
special. Gift number 2 on the other hand did. I felt something soft and
something hard. I tried to figure out the outline of the hard thing but I
couldn't. My brother sure knew how to excite someone.

I got downstairs and heard my brothers footsteps walking towards me. Shit,
he was supposed to call me. I turned around and loudly said sorry as I
started walking back towards my room.  "That's ok little brother. I was
done anyway so you're forgiven that one. But before you enter the kitchen
you must suffice to the dresscode."  "Dresscode?" I asked him without
turning around.  "Yes birthday boy, dresscode. My outfit already suffices."

I turn around with great amusement. My brother had good taste. I imagined
him standing there in a three piece suit and wanting me to wear the same. I
was wrong. There was my brother, wearing nothing but his underwear. And not
just the kind you see every day. The briefs he had been wearing when he
gave me my present looked nothing special from behind. The front, however,
made up for that. His package was hiding behind a black fabric with lime
green borders. It had 2 click buttons which were attached to the
waistband. I saw some space between the green borders of the flap and the
fabric touching his lower body. And as if that wasn't surprising enough,
the flap was covered with words....Peek-A-Boo