Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 14:08:51 -0400
From: Russ <reb271@mac.com>
Subject: Break With My Brother

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     Winter break, folks traveling, nowhere to go.  This was turning into a
really bad winter vacation.  I'm stuck at school, everyone I know and hang
with heading to meet Santa and I'm feeling really bad for myself.  For some
reason, I thought college would offer more opportunity to do things on my
own, to explore life a little.  I guess I forgot that everything cost.  And
a poor student just doesn't have the cash to head to a warmer climate.

     Then I got the call.  My older brother, Mike, 26 years old, living in
Vermont and living the life, (at least he thought so) as a Forest Ranger.
It had been his dream since he was a kid, or as long as I could remember
anyway, get a degree in Forest Management, move to nowhere and live the
life of a hermit.  I figured he lived out in a one room cabin with no
power.  A walk out toilet and a Sears Catalog for toilet paper.  Not my
idea of a fun time.

     "Russ, Dad just called and asked if you could spend the holiday with
me, bro!"  I sat down on the bed and tried to think fast of any excuse I
could come up with to get out of this.

     "I'm driving down to Connecticut to pick you up, so be ready tomorrow
around 2:00pm."

     Um, um, I think I have to study for mid-terms..... (Then remembered
that he knew they were a past battle).  "Um, OK, see ya around 2:00, I
said".

As I was packing for two weeks in the woods, I grabbed a few flannel
shirts, (what else), jeans, thick socks, boots, my warmest coat.  No worry'
about dressing to impress in the middle of the forest.  The bears didn't
care how I looked.  Oh well.....

     Right at two there was the sound of Mike hitting the car horn outside
of my dorm.  I looked out and saw the well used red Ford Pickup truck.  It
was only a few years old but I could tell that it was not leading an easy
life.  Mike saw me and waved.  Big smile...through a mustache and beard???
What the hell, Mike looked totally different from the last time I had seen
him.  I went downstairs and handed him my one bag.  Mike grabbed me in a
bear hug.  Wow, he looked different, big, brawny, grown up.  "I've missed
you, Russ," he said.

     After finding my legs, I gave him a smile and a hug back.  Hell, was
this really my brother?  A year and he had changed so much.  "Man, you've
changed allot!" My brother said to me.  "Who, me?"  Echoing my thoughts
with words.  Your what, seventeen, eighteen now?  "Yea, just turned
seventeen."

 "How's school going?"  "It sucks!"

"Well, forget about it for the next two weeks, you'll like the peace and
quiet of Vermont."  And with that we headed out.  It was a three hour ride
that ended taking four because of the snow.  I had to admit that as we got
further up north it did look beautiful.  Trees covered in fresh snow,
people using snowmobiles to get around and Christmas shopping the goal of
most folks.

The further we drove north, the more the snow piled up.  And the roads got
slippery and frozen over.  Mike pulled out an old thermos with hot
chocolate in it.  We took turns gulping down the warm liquid.  Seeing Mike
like this, in jeans, old flannel shirt, big ol boots made me recall the
thoughts that I once had of him.

     I had always looked up to Mike.  Tried to do things like him.  But I
didn't have his gifts.  He had a natural ability to play sports, get the
girls, fit in.  I was sorta shy, not as well built as him.  I suddenly
liked the idea of spending a few weeks with my older brother.

     We turned into a side road, nothing but trees as far as I could see
and snow covered everything.  Mike put the truck in four wheel allowing for
a better grip on the road.  We headed up a slope and came to a "house"...

Not a one room shack at all, but a large two story log cabin.  "This is the
Rangers Station, Russ."  Generally there's two rangers on duty, but my
partner headed to his sisters for the holiday.  "So it's just the two of
us."  Don't worry, we'll chop down a tree and we're stocked with plenty of
food.  No worries.

     The cabin was pretty nice, large fireplace, windows looking out on the
valley, and yes, inside plumbing.

Mike took my bag and brought it upstairs to the corner bedroom.  I'm
through there, we'll share a bathroom like when we were kids.  I couldn't
help but smile.  Remembering all the times that I had made an excuse for
being in the bathroom when Mike was in there.  I'd watch him washing
himself down.  Soaping his flat stomach.  And once, when he didn't know I
was in the bathroom, Mike took his cock in his hand and slowly began to
pull it.  I could tell that he shot by the sounds he made.  At that moment
I wanted, more then anything to be touching his hard body.  I wanted to do
things that brothers don't do.  I snuck back into our room and jerked off
as fast as I could.  When I came, I used Mikes sock to wipe it up.  The
next day he asked me if I had seen his crew sock.  He never found it.

     "How's pizza sound?"  Mike asked.  "Still like extra onions and
peppers?"

Yup, I said.

     A half hour later there was a knock on the door and a young jock stood
there with a large pizza box in a "keep hot" container.  "Hey, Mike,!" The
kid said.  "No all meat pizza?"  "Nope, not this time Ryan, oh, and this is
my brother, Russ," Mike said.

     After the pizza guy left and we ate, we had a few beers, and watched a
movie till we both ended up yawning.  Mike stretched out and said, "let's
hit the sack."

     We headed upstairs and to our individual rooms.  "Night Mike" I
said. "Thanks for letting me come over for the holiday".  "Hey, little
brother, I would do anything for you, remember that!"  Then my brother, the
guy who I had not seen in almost a year, took me in his arms and gave me
the best hug that I have ever had from anyone.  He held me then, kissing my
cheek, lightly.

     I looked up at this man, eyes green, like mine, and thought, "holy
shit!"  If I don't pull away from him right now he's gonna feel the wood
poking out of my crotch.  I went into my room and closed the door behind
me.  That was close, I thought.  After stripping off my jeans, t-shirt,
sweater, socks and boots (yep, I was cold).... I crawled under the super
thick quilt and comfy blanket.  I wasn't used to all the room in my bed,
having slept in a single rather then a queen size bed.  Wow, all this room.

After an hour or so the beer got to me and I had to piss real bad.  I
headed into the bathroom and let it rip.  Damn that felt good.  As I turned
to leave the bathroom, I saw the door ajar to the other bedroom.  I knew I
had to peak.  So I tiptoed over to the door, shutting off the light in the
bathroom.  I slowly pushed open the door.  The moonlight bathed the room in
a blue glow.  It took a moment for my eyes to get used to the light, but
when they did, I was both shocked and surprised by what I saw.

     Mike lay on his back.  Right arm thrown across his hard stomach.  Hand
relaxed and fingers extended.  He was wearing loose cotton white shorts.
Mmm, still wore tidy whiteys...  They glowed in the moonlight.  I could see
the bulge in the front.  I could feel the bulge in mine too.  As I watched,
stared, gawked I felt my cock get even harder.  WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?
I asked myself.  But I knew the answer.

     I tiptoed over to Mikes bed.  Got down on my knees beside the bed and
looked closely at my brothers body.  Mike was six feet, three inches tall,
he weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds of natural muscle.  I knew
his waist was a size 34 because we had shared jeans.

But he looked so different, the beard, longer hair, scruffy chest hair.
And from what I could see he was a catch in any language.

     Mike turned on his side.  Facing me, hand falling against my shoulder.
I reached up and gently touched the underwear he had on.  The underwear
touching the tip was moist.  I couldn't hold myself back, I put my hand on
his cock.

It was getting bigger, thicker, wetter.  Mike turned returning to his
position on his back.  As he turned, I kept my hand on his cock.  And his
cock continued to grow.  I watched his stomach move up and down while his
breaths came in an easy fashion.  I noticed the little hair trail from his
stomach down to his pubic area.  I took my hand off of Mikes penis,
immediately he let out a moan in his sleep.  I chanced a look at his face
and saw that he was peacefully asleep.  I on the other hand had an
outrageous erection.  I kept rubbing my tip, precum dripping freely.  I
couldn't hold back, looking over the side of the bed, on my knees, I
reached out and touched Mikes cock again.  This time, using one hand to
pull the waist of the shorts down, I held his cock in my hand.  He was not
completely hard.  And like me, I noticed a drop of precum escape from the
tip.  Mike is uncut, again like me, and his foreskin hood was still in
place.  I pulled back the skin, as easy and gently as I could.  Mike made a
low guttural sound, that was not unpleasant to hear.  As I built up my
courage, I came up onto my knees and leaned my head forward.  I wanted my
brothers penis between my lips.  I wanted to taste the clear precum that
was dripping from around the head.  The foreskin was wet with it.  I could
not, didn't want to, stop.  Opening my mouth, I pulled forward and places
my tongue between his foreskin and head.  As I did this I saw Mikes legs
extend, stretch.

I had gone too far to stop.  I opened my mouth wider and took my big bro's
penis in my mouth.  There was no stopping me now, I didn't care if he woke
up, I just did not care if he knew his little brother was sucking his cock.

His cock got harder in my mouth.  As it did, the foreskin retracted and I
was sucking on his cock head.  Damn, Mike was hung!  I brought my hands up
and pulled his undershorts down even further.

     I knew he had to be awake, to know what I was doing.  He didn't move
though.  Just his breathing, which increased.  I pulled the shorts down mid
thigh.  Reached up and cupped his hairy balls.  I was so pleased that he
wasn't into the shaving craze that seemed to afflict most of the guys in
school.  I climbed on the bed.  But stayed below Mikes hips.  My view at
this point was of his huge hairy balls.  Tight in the sack.  I leaned
forward and licked.  Washing Mikes nuts with my tongue.  Getting as far
under as I could.  He smelled so fucking good.  As I came up, I saw that
the foreskin on his cock was completely pulled back.  He was harder than I
had ever seen him.  Bigger than when I watched him jerk off, he had a cock
worth sucking on.  And this little brother was not stopping.  I took Mike's
cock as deep as I could.  Sucking, licking, pulling at the tip and foreskin
with my lips.  The vains in his cock were popping.  The head so big.  I
deep throated him again and again.  On my way up to the tip after sucking
on the base, I felt Mike's legs go stiff.  He didn't show in any other way
that he was going to come.  And in the back of my throat he shot his cream.
It was so deep in my throat that I could not taste it.  He shot beyond my
mouth and directly down my throat.  I kept pumping him with my mouth.  My
cock sucking ability at its best.  I wanted my brothers come in me.  Deep
in me.

     As Mike shot, I grabbed my own dick.  Pumping just a little, it was
all I needed.  My come covered Mike's right leg and bed sheets.  I lay
exhausted both physically and mentally.

     I got up as quietly as I could and walked to the door.  The room was
still aglow in the moonlight.  Turning to look at Mike, sleeping or not
sleeping it did not matter.

     I wonder how he fucks???