Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2016 14:55:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: A Ride After Practice

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*****

Practice was a fucking slog today, Coach really wore our asses out, but the
walk home in the early evening air actually felt real good after the heat
of the day. Didn't hurt that one of my buds had slipped me a nice fat joint
he'd lifted from his big bro's stash, and I was taking my time on the walk
back to the house, smoking up and enjoying the late spring evening, the
warm Virginia air giving way to a little bit of crispness as dark fell over
the town.

I heard the engine, a big V8 burbling nice and low, unstressed, the crunch
of the tires, coming up slowly behind me. I nipped the cherry on the joint
and slipped it into my shorts pocket, turning to see who was approaching as
the headlights spilled over my legs, crawling up the length of my
body. Felt my heart beat a little faster as I saw the outline of the big
low sedan, a light bar on top of it. Dodge Charger. Fuck, the law. The
extinguished joint suddenly felt like it was glowing in my pocket,
signalling to the cop that I was holding.

He cruised up beside me real slow, his window down. Big guy, blond,
mid-20s, hot as hell in a regular-dude kind of way. Pulled to a stop. Gave
me a slow once-over.

"Evening," he said.

"Evening, sir," I said back, my mouth all thick with smoky spit. I
swallowed hard.

"Headed home?" he asked, giving me another once-over, taking in my
still-sweaty team T-shirt, my shorts, the bag slung over my shoulder with
my bat sticking out the top.

"Yessir," I said, loving the deepness of his voice, the Virginia twang, the
feeling of his eyes surveying me. Yeah, young as I was, I'd always had a
bit of a thing for the law guys, cops and sheriffs and state troopers too,
like this guy. Even in the low light bouncing back from his dashboard and
the wash of the Charger's headlights, I could see how well he filled out
his crisp grey uniform shirt, the broadness of his shoulders, the firmness
of his pecs, the swell of his biceps.

"Be happy to give you a ride home, bud," he said with a grin. Then he
leaned up in his seat, through the window, sniffing the air. Shit.

"That what I think it is, son?" Shit, even the way he said Son gave me a
little shiver. I looked at the ground, nodded. He gave me a stern look.

"Better get in then, I think," he said, and I crossed around the front of
the Charger and slid into the passenger seat. He kept up the stern look,
not making a move to drop the cruiser into Drive.

"Mom and Dad would fucking kill you if they knew you were getting high,
little bro," he finally said. I nodded again, stifled the eye-roll I might
usually have given. This trooper was my big brother, after all. My big,
hot, loving brother, who'd always looked out for me. I hated to disappoint
him. Hated to jeopardize what we had between us.

"Is it good shit, at least?" he asked, breaking out into a sudden grin that
made me smile back, then laugh, then nod. "Well you need to do a better job
of hiding it, you dumb little fucker," he laughed, reaching over to knock
my ballcap off, ruffling my sweaty hair. His hand stayed on the back of my
neck, and we grinned at each other. Then he leaned across the console and
brushed his full, soft lips across mine.

"Still want a ride, baby bro?" he asked, his voice all husky and deep. I
boned up hard in my shorts, my sweaty jock straining to contain my big teen
jock cock. Nodded eagerly. He grinned back, kissed me again, a little more
this time, deeper, moaning in reply to my moan as our tongues danced. Then
he dropped the shifter into Drive, and we headed to one of our spots.

Me and Chris had been tight like this for a little while now, close like
this, and we both got a kick out of fucking around in various little hidden
spots we knew of all around our small town. Tonight, he headed for Barnes
Lake, to the park that was technically closed after dark, so nobody was
ever around. My shorts came off easily after I climbed into the back seat,
and I watched hungrily as Chris stripped out of his sexy uniform trousers
and shoes beside the cruiser, his boxer briefs tented with a serious piece
of big brother Trooper cock. I grabbed onto his muscular, blond-furred
thighs, and he gripped the side of the roof as I licked and sucked on his
big bulge, soaking it through with my spit, worshiping the big stud's
thick, blond-furred cock when I finally hauled it out of his tight
undies. Loved his deep, guttural moan as I sucked him to the base. Sucked
him hard and fast, craving the salty, slightly musky taste of his cock
sweat, his precum, loving the throb and weight of his big, hard cock as I
did my damnedest to deep-throat him.

"Whoa, easy there, Slugger," he moaned, pulling my head off him, lifting it
up to kiss me, all wet and hungry. Fuck, Chris could kiss like a pro, had
taught me how to do it - taught me that, and everything else I loved doing
with him. Big, kinky, hot, a Trooper - what more could a young horny dude
like me want in a big brother?

I unbuttoned his short, pushing up his undershirt as we made out, feeling
the fine blond fur covering his solid, muscular body. He tugged at my shirt
in reply, and then I was down to my jock, socks and sneakers, and he was
climbing into the backseat with me, growling and hungry and kissing me like
it was our first time, not our five-hundredth or so. I knew he loved me
stripped down like this, to my knee socks and jock, cleats when I could
manage it - I sure loved it when he slipped into his old gear from his own
baseball days, it was almost as hot as fucking him in his uniform. But not
quite, and I was already leaving sweaty marks on his open shirtfront as I
gripped the grey fabric.

The Charger's back seat made for tight quarters for a couple of big,
athletic dudes like us, but after some grappling and squirreling around, he
was naked but for his open uniform shirt, his wifebeater undershirt pushed
up under his pits, and I was straddling his lap, feeling that thick
seven-inch cut Trooper cock of his sliding up and down my sweaty crack. His
big hands kneaded the muscles of my glutes, sandwiching his big cock
between them, moaning approvingly as I flexed them in his hands. We were
both blessed with a big, tight, round ass, strong thighs, natural catchers'
builds, and we fucking loved exploring each other like this. But as I rode
him, my head kept brushing the roof of the car, bumping harder and harder
against the unyielding headliner. This was gonna be a problem, especially
if we were gonna really fuck, like I hoped we would.

"God damn it," he growled as we came up for air, strands of hot spit
connecting our lips as we panted. "Fuckin' Chargers, barely got enough room
to scratch yourself in these fuckin' things."

"Yeah, but it's a fast little sumbitch, ain't it," I chuckled, and he
laughed in agreement. "C'mon big bro... Trooper. Let's go outside, nobody's
around."

He grinned, and we squirmed our way out of the cramped, low-roofed back
seat. He grabbed a blanket he kept in the trunk - he never explicitly said
it was for this purpose, for fucking his high school baseball jock little
brother in our county's many fine, secluded little park areas, but it was
always there and ready to roll, for us to roll on, whenever the situation
came up. Like now, and it was super easy to get his big Trooper cock up my
tight ass out there in the crisp spring evening air, our moans and growls
and cries echoing across the lake as my big brother fucked me expertly,
long and deep and hard. Fucked me with my jock still on, something else we
both loved, fucked a huge horny teen load out of my big young cock, soaking
into the sweaty mesh. Then with a grunt, a growl, an intense look in his
eyes, came in to kiss me hard, probing with his thick expert tongue, as he
flooded my jock ass with his cum.

His uniform shirt stuck to his back with his fuck sweat, so he took it off
and hung it on the Charger's spotlight to air dry while we made out in the
afterglow, hands slowly, lovingly exploring, cocks dribbling out the last
sticky trickles of our young cum. My jock felt twice as heavy, all creamed
up like it was, bubbles of thick teen cum seeping through the fabric. I
grinned at him as I stood, stripping it down my muscled thighs, then handed
it to him. Leaned into the back of the cruiser, picked up his sweaty,
discarded boxer briefs,and slipped them on instead. Smiled real big as he
gave me a horny, kinky grin, and slipped my cummed-up jock up his own
muscular thighs, grunting pleasurably as his big thick cock settled into
the warm, creamy, cum-lined pouch of my jock. Fuck, he looked good, and I
sank to my knees to lick the bulge, tasting myself, and him underneath
it. Just enough to show him how much I loved and appreciated him. We didn't
have time for anything more than that - our parents were probably expecting
us for dinner. Knowing we were wearing each other's undergear made us both
smile at each other with the horniness of our shared secret all the way
through the meal. I sucked another load out of his fat Trooper cock
upstairs in my room afterwards.

The next week, I was walking home from practice again. Heard the crunch of
tires on gravel behind me, the rumble of an engine, sounding different this
time. Different headlights making the golden fur on my muscular calves kind
of glow in the evening gloom, as they slid up my legs. I turned and looked,
and there was Chris, smiling at me from behind the wheel of a new
Explorer. He pulled up alongside me and put it in Park.

"Whatcha think, baby bro?" he asked with a grin. Goosed the throttle. No V8
now, but I knew he had a twin-turbo six under the hood, could hear the
turbos whistle as they spooled up. I grinned back, nodded.

"Nice ride, for a soccer mom," I said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you, kid," he said, flipping me the bird, still smiling. "In case you
didn't notice - a lot more room in this one."

I looked down the length of the SUV, noting the big cargo area. I bet the
back seat folded down. I bet there was all kinds of room to do all kinds of
things in there. I bet he'd been thinking about that exact potential ever
since he'd picked the thing up.

"So maybe we should go check it out in detail, Trooper," I said, reaching
over to run my hand up his thick forearm. He let out a low growl, pulled my
head in through the open window for a deep, hard, wet kiss. Tonight, I was
wearing my white baseball uniform pants, rolled up a little to show off the
chunkiness of my calves – I was real into how big my legs were getting
lately - and my big young hardon was very obvious in them very quickly. I
knew he couldn't wait to get inside them.

"Let's go christen the new ride, baby brother," he murmured against my
lips. But this time, we circled back to the baseball field, all closed up
and dark now, the perfect place for two brothers to fuck in peace and
quiet, and a great way to break in my big bro's new cruiser.