Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 20:22:00 -0400
From: Sean Monteiro <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Comes Home, Part 3

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. Two brothers,
at that. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because
of your location (county, state, country, planet, etc), stop now.

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-Sean



Brother Comes Home - Part 3



The sound of the baseball bat connecting with the ball was just the kind of
sound Jake liked: a solid, strong POP, and then the ball was flying
practically out of the field. From where he was standing on second base,
Jake had a clear shot of his awesome (and totally freaking hot) big brother
Kyle as he swung the bat with all the confidence in the world, his chin
jutting out, his blue-green eyes glinting happily. Jake knew he had the
biggest silly grin plastered all over his face watching his big
brother. Man, he loved Kyle, like totally loved him. It still took getting
used to, but he was getting plenty of practice.

The minute the bat connected with the ball, Kyle was running toward first
base like a bull let out of its cage, and the skinny little dork covering
first base actually took three steps backward. Jake laughed at that, but he
was already heading for third, and the ball was totally gone. He sped past
home, whooping loudly, with his cousin Curt right behind him, and Kyle
right behind Curt. And that was it, the end of the ninth inning. They'd
totally beat the crap out of the guys on the other team, and they were not
being shy about letting it show.

Every day it seemed to get ten degrees hotter. It was in the high nineties,
but felt twenty degrees hotter than that. They'd gotten the game going in
the morning, as early as everyone could drag their hung-over asses out of
bed, because most of the guys on the team were planning on spending all
afternoon screwing their slutty girlfriends. Or girls who weren't even
their girlfriends. Jake couldn't care less and didn't even bother to keep
up with their banter as they walked out of the dusty field where they
played ball, each guy trying to outdo the others with boasts about how many
times he would be able to cum.

Jake listened to that last part, though, and his lips twitched upward in a
smile. No matter how much any of those guys thought they could come,
between the two of them, he and his brother Kyle definitely had them beat.

Their cousin Curt and his younger brother Mitch looked back as they headed
to Curt' dented old Nissan Altima. Both boys had dark, reddish-brown hair
and these striking green eyes, which Jake thought was totally cute, even if
he only had eyes for his own brother. Curt was nineteen, his hair cut
pretty short, not really buzzed but almost, and his entire body was wiry,
taut muscle. Mitch was fifteen and looked practically like his brother's
twin, except his hair was longer and hung down in his eyes, and he had this
little-boy look and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheekbones
that made him totally look like he was about twelve years old.

"Hey," Curt said to Jake and Kyle. "You guys going into town?"

Kyle glanced at Jake and smirked. "Nah. We've got other plans."

Curt broke into this big grin, which Jake thought was weird. If Curtis knew
the truth, he'd totally shit a brick. But Curt just shrugged and said,
"Suit yourself," that grin still on his face. He gave them a wave that was
more like a salute, and headed off to his car, one arm slung around Mitch's
shoulder.

For a minute there was the sound of halfhearted goodbyes and a bunch of car
doors slamming, and then almost as one, all of the other guys peeled out of
the dirt parking lot and headed back toward town, off to pick up their
sluts. Jake stood there next to the dugout, which offered the only shade in
the area, and it wasn't even much good--his clothes were totally stuck to
every square inch of his body, plastered with sweat. It was hot (as in
temperature) and hot (as in sexy). Even in ninety-plus-degree weather, he
and Kyle had both played ball in jeans. The bottom cuffs of their jeans
were frayed and covered in dirt and dust, and the Jake could feel his
briefs sticking to his balls, crotch, and ass. He'd be able to wring the
sweat out of them, once he took them off, which would hopefully be soon.

He glanced over at Kyle, who was looking at him with a smile. Jake's heart
started pounding at the sight of this big powerful hunk, who was his
brother, his best friend, and his lover, all in one. For other people,
those three roles were usually filled by three different people. He
couldn't even put into words the sense of fulfillment there was in having
all three of those in the same person. It must totally fucking suck to be
everyone else, but Jake didn't really care, because they probably wouldn't
understand, anyway.

Kyle reached for Jake's hand and pulled him into the dugout, gently leaning
him back against the wall. The cool cement blocks felt good against Jake's
sweaty back, but the feeling of his brother's rock hard body suddenly
pressing against his chest felt ten times better. Kyle leaned in, nuzzled
Jake's cheek for a moment, nibbled gently at the end of his chin, and then
their mouths connected. Man, it was still like fireworks every
time. And--BOING--Jake's cock went from being semi-hard (which was how it
was all the time, or at least when he wasn't actively thinking about it) to
being a freaking massive steel pole in his sweaty jeans. His monster
strained against the fabric of his sweaty Hanes briefs and American Eagle
jeans, trying to get free. Kyle ground his body into Jake's, and Jake felt
Kyle's cock against his thigh, just as hard.

They kissed and kissed, there in the shade of the dugout, not caring that
it was littered with beer cans and condoms filled with day-old cum. With
one of his big hands, Kyle tilted Jake's face upward and started sucking
and biting gently at Jake's neck in a way that had Jake making these
pathetic whimpering sounds of complete and total ecstasy. What his big
brother was doing to him sent shivers all the way through his entire body.

Kyle had just gotten one of his big hands down the front of Jake's jeans
when they heard car doors slam. Peeking around the side of the dugout, they
watched as two soccer moms got out of a minivan and opened the rear sliding
door, and then like a floodgate that had just opened up, about seven
thousand screaming little brats came pouring out of the van, heading en
masse for the dugout.

Jake growled. "Aw, fuck."

Kyle just smiled at him. "Damn right. We're still going to. Fuck, that
is. Just not here." He removed his hand from Jake's jeans, something they
both regretted, just as the stream of ankle-biters went flocking onto the
field. They weren't even going to use it to play ball, they were just
running around and screaming and fighting and being annoying. Jake rolled
his eyes.

The two moms were taking their time, talking about all of the other boring
moms on their block. Jake was secretly glad that his own mother was a hell
of a lot more cooler than these two 'Desperate Housewives' wannabes. He and
Kyle walked passed them at a distance of about ten feet, but when they took
in the two sweaty, toned, gorgeous boys walking past them, even though they
were as dumb as a box of rocks, they could figure out what Jake and Kyle
had been doing in the dugout, and they let their displeasure show clearly
on their faces. Kyle laughed at that, and reached around to grab Jake's
ass, leering at the two women the whole time. They were still laughing at
the looks on those women's faces when they got into the rusty Honda Accord
that their mom had given them, now that she'd traded up to a sweet
cherry-red Mitsubishi 3000GT.

Kyle put the car in gear, reversed out of the parking spot, and pulled out
onto the road. "That was probably the most excitement they've seen all
day."

Jake made a rude noise and said, "Hell. That's probably the most excitement
they've ever seen in their entire LIVES."

Kyle smiled, and Jake's heart did another somersault in his chest. Kyle's
smile made him totally week in the knees, just like the old saying went. He
looked over at his brother as Kyle drove them back home, watching how the
sunlight glinted off his spiky golden hair, loving that smile with those
perfect white teeth, that chin with just enough stubble to tickle in a
really good way when Kyle kissed him, those killer blue eyes. Jake shook
his head in amazement. Damn. It reminded him of those old cartoons where
the boy sees some girl he likes and Cupid comes along and shoots an arrow
in his butt. But Jake wasn't in love with some slutty girl, he was in love
with the hottest guy ever; if Cupid really had shot an arrow at him, it
wouldn't have been just one but a few hundred of the freaking things, and
as far as getting shot in the butt, well...

"So, Jake," Kyle said playfully, "Mom and Dad are going to be gone all
afternoon. You have any plans?"

"Nope," said Jake, liking that they'd have the trailer to themselves. "What
were you thinking of doing?"

"Oh, not much," Kyle said with mock carelessness. "Just thought I'd sink my
cock into you and breed you a couple times, then maybe get something to
eat, then fuck you some more. You game?"

Jake's cock had just started to deflate and now it was straining at his
jeans again. He reached down and gripped it, hard, through the fabric of
his pants. Seeing what he was doing, Kyle took one hand off the steering
wheel, grabbed Jake's arm by the wrist, and moved it from Jake's own cock
over to Kyle's crotch. Jake moaned appreciatively at what he felt, wanting
it inside him so badly that he couldn't think of anything else. It was
funny; up until a week ago, he would have said his cock was the part of his
body that got the most attention. And he still loved his gorgeous cock, and
he wasn't modest about it, either, but lately he'd been much more obsessed
with his butt, since that was the part of his body which was getting the
most action. He'd never really given much thought to his ass before, one
way or another, but ever since his brother had first jabbed his big meaty
fingers up there, followed by his cock, Jake was definitely in love with
his ass, too.

Kyle swung into the driveway, parked the car, turned it off. Left the keys
in it. Who the fuck cared? They walked up the front porch steps together,
holding hands. It was nice and cool in the central part of the trailer but
as usual their bedroom was stifling. Jake didn't care about that anymore,
though, it just meant they would sweat even more, and that was totally hot
as far as he was concerned.

Even though nobody was home (and even though nobody would have cared if
they were home), Jake still got that tingly feeling in the pit of his
stomach when Kyle slammed their bedroom door shut behind them and locked
it. The rest of the world ceased to exist, just their hot bedroom, two cute
blond brothers, and their ready and willing bodies. Kyle opened his arms
wide and Jake went to him, totally loving the feeling of his brother's big
strong arms around him. They kissed again, hungrily, all the while shedding
their clothes until Jake was down to his sweaty black briefs and Kyle was
down to his sweaty plaid boxers. Jake looked at his brother's toned biceps
and the coating of light blond hair on his chest, and he wanted him so
fucking bad that he would've started begging if Kyle hadn't pulled him down
onto the bed and covered his mouth with his own.

More kissing, hot and fevered. They'd still been sweaty on the car ride
home, and it was probably ten degrees hotter in the bedroom than it had
been outside, so their bodies were slick with all that sweat as they
pressed against each other, their hands touching each other
everywhere. Kyle forced his tongue into Jake's mouth, swapping saliva as
they made out, and Jake was loving every second of it.

In between kisses, Kyle said, "Gotta have you, bro," the stubble on his
chin rubbing against the side of Jake's cheek as he said it. Jake responded
by holding him tighter. They made out for a few more minutes, not able to
get enough of kissing each other. Kyle's mouth felt so good against Jake's,
and he spared half a second to think again of how awesome this was: Kyle
was someone he was completely familiar with, he had been there ever since
Jake was born. And now that they were lovers, it was like the final piece
of the puzzle locking into place. Nothing had ever felt so right in his
life.

Kyle got up on his knees on the mattress and shucked off his sweaty
boxers. He tossed them backwards onto the floor. Then he pulled Jake's
sweaty black briefs down, took them off, held them up to his face for a
moment and took a good whiff. "Nice," he said appreciatively. Jake reached
for them, but Kyle held them out of his reach. "We'll save those for
later." He tossed them backwards, too, landing them expertly right on top
of his own boxers, behind his back, without even looking.

Unable to help himself, Jake reached for his big brother's cock and
experimentally rubbed a finger along the tip. Sure enough, the big mushroom
head was already slick with precum. Jake's mouth watered and he crawled
over to the edge of the bed and took Kyle's tool in his mouth. It was one
of those animalistic urges, and he jerked his head forward, shoving Kyle's
big fat dick all the way in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat
and he gagged.

"Mmm," Kyle said, even more appreciatively, and let out a contented
sigh. "Yeah, bro. Suck it."

Jake didn't need any encouragement, and for the next couple of minutes, the
only sound was Kyle's heavy breathing and sighs of contentment as he got a
damned good blowjob. When Jake felt his brother's balls start to tighten up
and his breathing start to get jerky, Kyle gently reclaimed his dick with a
smile and a shake of his head, and said, "Any more of that and I'd cum
right now, and I don't want to do that until I'm inside your ass."

"Then hurry up," Jake told him impatiently. "I want you inside my ass,
too." Even as he thought about it, he felt this dull throbbing down there,
a good feeling but also sort of like an itch you want to scratch, this deep
and powerful urge to have his brother's cock rammed up in him, full to the
hilt. He wanted it so much it was making him dizzy.

"Be right back," Kyle said as he hoisted himself off the bed. Jake started
to protest, but Kyle only went as far as the bathroom doorway, keeping his
eyes on Jake the whole time and favoring him with that smile that made Jake
want to melt. With one hand, Kyle flung open the medicine cabinet above the
sink, and took out Jake's half-used jar of vaseline. Actually, it hadn't
seen any use in the past week, since Kyle had come home, but Jake liked how
sticky and messy the stuff could get. Sometimes he was still washing it out
of his pubes for days after a really good jerk-off session with it.

Kyle tossed the jar of vaseline onto the bed, and grabbed a clean pair of
Jake's black briefs out an open dresser drawer. From where he lay on the
bed, Jake arched an eyebrow. "A CLEAN pair, dude? Where's the fun in that?"

Kyle grinned wickedly. "They won't be clean when we're finished with them."
He rejoined Jake on the bed, crawling across the mattress on all fours
until he was hovering over Jake, who just lay there on his back with a
contented grin on his face. Kyle leaned down for one more kiss, which
turned into a whole succession of other kisses, and Kyle lowered himself
down onto his little brother, and it was probably twenty minutes before
they came up for air. When they did, Kyle took Jake's face gently between
his two big strong hands and just looked at him for a long moment. "Jake?"

"Yeah?" Jake said, his heart still racing from all that hot kissing.

"I love you. So much."

Jake grabbed his brother and pulled him back down on top of him again and
just held him there, both of them reveling in the feeling of skin against
skin, each one feeling the other one's heart beating strongly in his
chest. "I love you too, Kyle," Jake said. It was amazing, but it was true.

"Can I make love to you, little bro?" Kyle asked, grinning mischievously.

"You'd damn well better," Jake drawled, "'cause if I don't have your cock
up my ass in ten seconds, I'm going to start going through withdrawal!"

Kyle chuckled, raised himself up on his elbows and knees again, grabbed
Jake by the waist, and flipped him over. Jake felt Kyle slip the pair of
clean briefs on Jake's ankles, and them started to pull them up his
legs. "Uh, Kyle?" Jake said as Kyle pulled the briefs snugly into
place. "Dude, you put them on backwards."

Kyle snickered. "Yep. I did. That's the point."

With one hand, Kyle pulled down the front of Jake's briefs, which, since
they were on backwards, was the side facing up, covering his butt. Jake
still lay on his stomach, and he was getting pretty hard again. His dick
swelled inside the briefs, and because the briefs were on backwards, the
back of them were riding up the front of his crotch, but it felt sort of
good. He heard Kyle pop the top off the jar of vaseline, and Jake watched
him over his shoulder. Kyle used his index finger to scoop up a good wad of
vaseline, which he then shoved right up Jake's butt before Jake really knew
what he was going to do. As Jake was still gasping from the deliciousness
of it, Kyle turned his finger in a slow circle, coating the inside wall of
Jake's ass with the vaseline.

"Holy shit," Jake said. "Man, than felt good. Do it again, Kyle."

Kyle laughed. "Man, do I love having a boyfriend--and brother--who's as
kinky as I am." He jammed his finger back into the jar of vaseline, and
shoved it up Jake's butt again. Jake clenched every muscle in his body,
willing himself not to spew his cum all over the inside of those briefs
just yet. That was a hell of a lot more difficult to hold back than it
might seem, because Kyle's finger felt awesome up there.

Kyle kicked the jar of vaseline to the floor, and lay on top of Jake, his
cock near Jake's aching hole, but he didn't start screwing him
yet. Instead, he reached down the side of the bed against the wall, leaning
sideways, trying to reach something.

"Dude," Jake said impatiently. "I need to be fucked."

"And I need to bust a nut, little bro," Kyle replied, "just give me a sec,
OK?" With a grunt, he retrieved something from the space between the bed
and the wall. It was another pair of Jake's famous black briefs (they were
not the only kind of underwear he had, sometimes he wore boxers, sometimes
he even worse a pair of boxer briefs because he liked the way they felt,
but he liked plain tight black briefs more than anything else and had a
couple dozen pairs of them). It was hard to tell, though, that this pair
had ever really been black, because they were so covered with cum that they
were a pale grey color, and as stiff as cardboard. During the last week,
both brothers had ejaculated so much that there had been puddles of it left
each time they were done having sex, and after the first day, Kyle had
mopped it up with an old pair of Jake's briefs. The damned things must have
about twenty-five to thirty loads of cum on them, both Kyle's and Jake's
mixed together. Kyle wadded the briefs up and stuck them in Jake's very
willing mouth at the same time he pulled the front of the briefs that Jake
was wearing back up over his ass, deftly worked his cock in through the
opening in the crotch, and sank his cock into Jake's asshole.

Jake totally saw stars, and nothing else. He sucked at the musty, salty,
cum-stained fabric, moaning against it. It tasted fucking incredible. It
wasn't until a few minutes later that he really came back to his senses
enough to appreciate just how good--how blissfully, toe-curlingly good--it
felt to have his brother's cock back where it belonged: buried in his ass.

They fell into a comfortable rhythym, and the room was filled once again
with the sound of their squeaky bed, and of Kyle's grunts as he fucked his
little brother. Jake's cock felt like it was twice as large as it had ever
been before, and Kyle kept him pinned against the mattress in a way that he
couldn't even get his hand down underneath himself to start jerking himself
off, but in another minute he realized he wouldn't need to. The briefs he
was wearing were seriously riding up his crotch, and the head of his penis
was rubbing hard against the fabric of the briefs, and damn if he wasn't
working himself up to a really satisfying cum.

"Oh Jake, it feels so good to be up inside you," Kyle grunted. "Feels good
to have my cock back inside my hot little bro. Unh...mmm...gettin' close,
bro. Gettin' REAL close."

Jake arched his back, driving Kyle deeper into him. Kyle let out a low
growl and started thrusting even harder. Sweat dripped down from his face
onto the back of Jake's neck.

"I'm close, Jake, really close. Oh man, I'm totally gonna bust a
nut. Ready, Jake? Here it comes, bro. Here it comes, baby...ARRGH, FUCK!"

Jake moaned against the wad of cum-stained briefs in his mouth as his
brother came up his ass, came and came like there was no tomorrow. He felt
the first long, hot spurt of semen coat the inside of his well-lubed ass,
and that was all it took to send him over the edge, and he was coming like
a fire hose, filling up the ass-side of those briefs with a big load of hot
sticky cum. With each spurt, he felt Kyle emptying more and more of his own
semen up Jake's ass.

Jake sort of blacked out after that for awhile, until he became aware of
Kyle pulling out of him. Then Kyle pulled the briefs down off of Jake and
turned them inside out. When he saw the amount of cum sprayed onto the
black fabric, he laughed. "Man. If I hadn't been here to witness this, I
would never have believed that anyone could cum that much at one
time. Unbelievable." As Jake watched, Kyle put a finger into the cum,
licked it, and sighed. "Fuck, bro. Why does your cum have to taste so
damned good?"

"It does, doesn't it?" Jake said with a cocky smile.

"Fuck yeah," Kyle said as he dipped his fingers in it and sucked them
clean. Then he reached over for Jake, pulled him to his feet, and led him
to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and they both stepped
inside.

Jake leaned the side of his head against Kyle's chest and let the lukewarm
water wash over them. He felt so safe and contented, and when Kyle's arms
went around him again, for just a moment he started feeling all sappy and
emotional again. It wasn't as bad as the first few times, but he'd never
had sex be this intense before, and there was something else, something
that made it feel...fulfilled? Was it the love he felt for Kyle? Yeah, that
must be it.

"Jake," Kyle said softly, as he reached for the body wash. It smelled sort
of like pine and sort of like cedar, clean and fresh and sexy. Jake already
associated the smell of the body wash with Kyle, and just a mere whiff of
it was enough to make him feel totally happy, totally at ease.

"Yeah, Kyle?" Jake said as his big brother began, very gently, to wash
Jake's body. He loved the feeling of Kyle's hands, first on his shoulders,
then on his pecs, then slowly making their way down to his
navel. Everything Kyle did would always be charged with sexual energy, but
this even more comforting than it was sexy.

Kyle was silent for a moment as he massaged Jake's body. "You like the
stuff we do, right? I mean, it isn't exactly...vanilla."

Jake didn't need to ask what he meant. "'Vanilla' can go to hell. It should
be obvious by now, big brother, that we both know what we like, and we both
like the same thing. So you just keep on doing everything you have been
doing, 'cause man, I can't get enough of it."

Kyle laughed softly. "I can tell. And I knew that. I just wanted to let you
know that if I was being too wild for you, I can tone it down."

Jake looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Tone it down to boring stuff,
you mean? The same position every night, clean and sterile and all that? No
thank you! I want it rough, I want a pair of briefs stuffed in my mouth,
and I want you to come up my ass so much that when I go to hock up a wad of
spit, I really hock up a wad of your cum instead. Does that spell it out
clear enough for you?"

Kyle grinned happily and pulled Jake into a bear hug. "Damn straight it
does. Man, we are so made for each other."

Jake felt this warm, happy feeling blossom in his chest and spread all over
his entire body. "Yeah, bro, we are. No doubt."