Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 08:07:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Seth Kirkcauldy <seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Brother Mine 4

Brother Mine Chapter 4
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Part 1: Aiden


Aiden expelled the air from his lungs and drifted slowly to the bottom of
the lake.  He was made of nothing but bones and sinew, with no extraneous
fat to buoy him back to the surface.  His wild, red hair undulated in the
water like seaweed afire, and his green eyes watched the gloom around him
as he slid through its cool, peaceful depths.  He twisted and turned
slowly, a wanton mer-creature luxuriating in a liquid dance, with his
sharp, gangly limbs suddenly exhibiting an unexpected grace.

It was late evening in the real world above, the sun still igniting gold
and red embers within the clouds on the horizon; but at the bottom of the
lake it was already murky night.

Connor had just hauled him bodily out of their cozy tent, thrown him over
one broad shoulder, stalked to the edge of the lake, and pitched him in the
water; it seemed quite rude, really.  But if Connor wanted him in the lake,
then in the lake he would be.

His back finally settled into the deep bed of mud on the bottom, feeling
cool and slick as silk sheets against his skin.  His arrival there caused a
cloud of silt to rise around him, an underwater fog that further obscured
his limited vision.  His lungs sent their first signal that he would need
air soon, but Aiden quelled the panicked tightening of his muscles, forcing
himself to relax into the grasping embrace of the sediment.

He liked it here in the lake; it was amazing how well Connor knew him.
Aiden would never have even considered coming here on his own.

The silt that was drifting lazily around him stirred abruptly into a
maelstrom.  It churned around him in a confusing cyclone, and then suddenly
a hand reached through the dark curtain, grabbed his arm and pulled him up
through the water to the surface.  There, Connor tucked his brother's head
against his shoulder in a classic lifeguard grasp, and hauled him quickly
ashore.

"Did you hit your head?"  Connor demanded, skimming his fingers over
Aiden's scalp.

"What?"

"Your head.  Did you hit your head?  Swallow water?"

"Um, no."

"What happened?"

Aiden blinked at him in bafflement, drops of water clinging to his lashes.
"I - uh... well... I got thrown in the lake, Connor."

"Why the FUCK did you stay down there at the bottom for so long?"

"It was nice."

Connor choked on an obscenity.  "You were under water for like two fucking
minutes, Spaz!"

"Okay."

"Two minutes!  I thought you were drowning."

"Okay."

Connor glared at him, and then stalked furiously back toward the tent.  The
anger didn't bother Aiden much; he understood it.  Connor always got angry
when something scared him.  Besides, Aiden was too distracted by the fact
that Connor was naked.  His broad shoulders blazed with a mantle of dying
sunlight as he tramped away, making his temper appear even hotter and
brighter.  God, he was beautiful.

Aiden was shivering.  He thought at first it was his reaction to watching
the perfect globes of Connor's retreating ass, but then he realized he was
freezing, and he hugged himself tightly.  With the sun going down, the air
was cooling rapidly.  The cold lake water was taking his body heat with it
as it rolled from his limbs and dripped around him.

Connor was back in just a few moments.  He had disconnected the sleeping
bags in the tent and was hauling one out to Aiden.  He wrapped him up in it
like a mummy, carefully not looking Aiden in the eye.

"I-I-I don't wanna-a-a get it wet...t...t," Aiden chattered.

"It'll dry," Connor answered gruffly.  "I'm gonna start a fire now, Spaz.
Come sit down by the pit."

Aiden trailed after him and sat on a rock, huddling down into the warm
bedding.  He watched Connor retrieve some of the firewood he'd piled, and
then build some larger pieces into a rough pyramid around a stack of
kindling.  Aiden didn't think that starting a fire while naked was the
smartest thing Connor had ever done, but he wasn't going to say anything.
He'd be happy to soothe any burns that resulted.

"I didn't know you could hold your breath for so long," Connor suddenly
said, striking a match to the kindling.

"Practiced for a few years."

"Really?  That's kind of cool, actually.  What for?"

"Ummmm...."  A blush bloomed on Aiden's face as his gaze dropped down
between Connor's legs.

Connor's mouth fell open.  "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Aiden closed his eyes but shook his head.

"Fuck, that's hot.  No wonder you're so good.  Did you practice those
things you do with your throat and tongue, too?"

Aiden's embarrassment faded at the quiet sound of awe in his brother's
voice.  He nodded.

"God, that's... that's so hot.  You did that all on the chance I might one
day...?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck.  What did you practice ON?"

"Well... you know that dog next door you tried to get a lickjob from?"

"WHAT?!"  Connor's face clouded and he stormed angrily over to Aiden.

Aiden, though, screwed up his face so that his eyes were squinting, he
snorted loudly through his nose, and then a strange, broken wheezing
started coming from his chest.

"Are you all right?"  Connor's hand reached out quickly to touch his
brother's scrunched-up face, and at the touch, Aiden convulsed again.  "Are
you...?  Are you LAUGHING?"

The broken wheezing grew louder and tears started forming in Aiden's eyes.
His whole body shook.

"You... you should... should see your face!  HA!"

Connor knelt on the ground beside him, touching his face and grinning
broadly.  "That stupid dog almost bit my cock off.  You better not be
giving him blowjobs."

Aiden's whole body was shaking with glee, and the tears escaped his eyes,
rolling down his face to where Connor's hand cupped his chin.

Connor looked amazed.  "I haven't heard you laugh in probably eight or nine
years, Spaz.  Not since you were little."

Aiden opened his eyes then.  They were bright with mirth, sparkling in the
dying light like green glass.  His face was warm and flushed, his lips
stretched into a goofy smile.

Connor's eyes held Aiden's for a very long moment while his breath puffed
lightly over his brother's face.  The humor seemed to discharge quickly, as
if something else was now taking up all the space between them, leaving no
room for the levity.

Connor licked his lips and Aiden watched his moving tongue carefully.

Then Connor blinked and winced, moving backward, away from Aiden's face.

"Really, now," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly.  "What did you
practice on?"

Aiden was staring at him with his mouth slightly open.  He didn't say
anything at all.

Connor's lips quirked into a sad smile.  "Spaz?  What did you practice on?"

"Ummm..."  Aiden blinked a few times.  "I found a box of condoms in Mom's
room and I would stuff one full of soft stuff like marshmallows, or mashed
potatoes.  Mostly marshmallows.  I'd hold onto the end and swallow it down
and keep it in my throat as long as I could."

Connor licked his lips again and then broke their gaze, turning around to
where their fire was now crackling away pretty heartily.  He seemed to be
having trouble catching a breath because his big chest was heaving.

"And you'd just pretend that big thing down your throat was me?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck."  Connor was looking away and nodding his head at some thought
inside it.  But Aiden's eyes were on his cock, which seemed bigger than it
had a few minutes ago.

"Fuck," Connor repeated.

"You know, you say that word a lot."

Connor turned back to face him, his eyebrows up and a grin on his face.
"Yeah?  Well, fuck you, you fucking fuck."

Aiden grinned back and nodded his head as if to say, 'any fucking time,
Connor'; but, of course he said nothing.

"Tell me what your day was like today, Spaz."

"Got skull-fucked," Aiden said immediately, causing Connor to wince, snort
and then shake his head.  "Followed by camping.  Sucked my brother all
afternoon.  Nap on the bottom of a lake."

"I sort of meant the time that you weren't with me."

"None of that time is important."

Connor looked him over appraisingly.  "Tell me."

"I'm... I'm not good at talking, Connor.  It was bad, okay?  You... you
want to know what the coach said to me?"

"Yeah."

"Swimming."

Connor bit his lip and thought about it.  "I bet you could do that, yeah?
If you practiced, you'd probably be real good."

"I'm good at anything I practice," Aiden said softly, clearly watching
Connor's cock swinging between his legs.

Connor laughed and cupped his big cock teasingly.  "You hungry again
already, Spaz?"

Aiden's stomach fluttered with need.  He flushed, but didn't reply, not
knowing how to explain that his hunger for Connor never went away.

"I have to call Ma first.  I've got no signal out here, so I need to drive
back the way we came until I can call her.  I gotta tell her that you're
with me and we're safe."

"She doesn't care."

"I have to tell her."  Connor went back to the tent to pull on his jeans
and shirt.  He came back, stomping his feet into his shoes and jingling his
car keys.  "There was a grocery store back on the main road; I'll head
there and call Ma and grab us some food.  I shouldn't be gone long."

"Okay, Connor."

"No napping in the lake while I'm gone."

"Okay, Connor."

Aiden watched him walk away into the spreading darkness.  Small twigs
snapped under his feet, joining the song of their brethren in the fire.  He
pretended Connor was walking away to head to college for a year, just to
see how that felt; and discovered it felt exactly as he was afraid it
might.  It felt like someone was cracking open his ribs and pulling out his
organs to leave him empty.  He'd never survive.

A small twig in the fire caught his eyes, and he watched it flare brightly
before curling up into itself, used up and blackened.  It had bloomed like
a small firework, full of light and beauty and then just death and ashes.

He turned his gaze to the stars instead, which were not so depressing.  The
brocade of constellations was vast enough to occupy the broken pieces of
his mind.  He watched Orion, the hunter, stalking Ursa the Great Bear; but
it was Gemini that eventually stole his attention and his breath.  The two
brothers danced across the sky tightly embraced; one glowing bright and
fierce, the other colder and darker.  They were Castor and Pollux, rewarded
by Zeus for their love of each other, and bound for eternity in the skies.

An hour later, Connor found him like that when he returned, gazing up at
the stars and humming some dance music for the brothers.

"You'd be Castor," Aiden told him.

"The friendly ghost?"  The look on Connor's face said that he might be
getting used to participating in conversations like this.

"The Gemini Twin."

Connor looked up at the heavens, pleased to be able to follow along.  "Ah,
so you'd be the other one.  What was his name?"

"I'm the twig in the fire."

"Okay.  Well, that went longer than usual, yeah?  That's progress.  I
brought a rotisserie chicken, Spaz.  We have to eat it with our fingers
like the barbarians we are."

Connor toed off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, and then slowly unzipped
his jeans and stepped out of them.  Although he did it quickly, he watched
Aiden the whole time.  Aiden knew that Connor liked to see the affect he
had on him, so Aiden let his hunger show plainly; it made Connor feel as
powerful as he actually was.

Aiden watched the play of the firelight over the sculpted body while Connor
warmed himself; he loved the bulk and heft of his muscles, the golden-red
hair on his chest, his easy balance.  Connor was big enough to leave his
mark upon the earth no matter where he walked.  He was the most solid and
sure thing Aiden had known.

Connor grinned at him, "Shall we thank God for the food?"  He asked as a
joke.  Their family had abandoned its experiment with Catholicism during
the divorce.

Aiden surprised him by standing, letting his sleeping bag fall off his
shoulders.  He took several steps until he stood in front of Connor,
dropped to knees before him, pressed his lips in a soft kiss to his cock,
and whispered against it, "Thank you, Connor, for the food."

Connor coughed, a little embarrassed.  "That's pretty blasphemous."

Aiden gently rubbed his lips against the head of Connor's cock, kissing it
again lightly.  "I worship only you."

His breath warmed Connor's flesh and the big cock started to harden against
Aiden's face.

Connor's voice was ragged, and he seemed a bit overwhelmed by Aiden's
display.  "Eat first, Spaz.  When you start worshipping, I don't want you
to stop again until the morning."

Aiden, of course, did exactly as Connor asked of him.  He ate a single
chicken leg while Connor ate the entire rest of the chicken.  Connor tried
to get Aiden to eat more, but Aiden refused; he simply sat there with wide
eyes and watched carefully as Connor had his dinner.  It was messy, and
there was grease on Connor's fingers that he sucked with great relish,
purposely meeting Aiden's eyes while he did it.

Finally, they moved cautiously through the dark to the lake and washed
their faces and hands.  Connor wrestled the sleeping bag and his pile of
clothes back into the tent, arranged it the way he wanted, and then called
Aiden inside.



Part 2: Connor

Spaz thinks my cock is a god, and my fucking cock agrees with him.

When he fell on his knees at my feet and started whispering his prayer, my
cock started to wake up to answer him.  My big dick is very sure it is the
answer to all his prayers; and, frankly, it may be right.

I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling about this thing I started
between me and Aiden; I've never done anything remotely like what we've
been doing lately.  To be honest, I don't just love it; I feel like I need
it.  Everything is just so fucking easy with him, and frankly, it's
perfect.  What guy doesn't want to be adored, worshipped constantly, and
sucked forever?  But that's only part of it, really; I think what I need
more than anything is to feel like the hero he thinks I am.  I do things
differently because of him.

It doesn't freak me out or anything, but it does confuse me a lot.  I'm
REALLY not gay, and I'm pretty sure that's not just me protesting too much;
in fact, I'm pretty damn sure that I'm not even bi.  I don't fantasize
about men's bodies; I don't find them attractive.  I don't want to EVER
suck a cock.  The thought of a big 'ol hairy chest rubbing against mine is
just not my idea of a jack-off fantasy.  Bleh.

But, Aiden.  He doesn't trip any of those wires that would disgust me.  His
size, his build, his vulnerability; they all get him past my radar.  And
then the tenderness and intimacy I feel toward him seems to grow out of our
brother bond where I love him, instead of out of the sexual bond where I
can't love him that way.  He manages to maneuver around all the traps that
would never let another male get close the way that he does.  He's just
Aiden.

And then, of course, he's PRACTICED his oral skills, for god's sake, for
YEARS, to be ready to suck me just in case I was ever ready for it.
That'll blow a man's mind, right there.  That sort of commitment deserves a
fucking reward.  A hot, sticky, copious reward.

And that's the thought that was on the top of my mind when Aiden crawled
through the tent flap naked.  We had a bit of light from the fire outside
glowing through the screened flaps at the top of our tent, so I could see
the way Aiden's eyes went directly to my stiffening cock when he entered.
God, I loved that; my cock is a fucking Aiden magnet.  And then he crawled
on his hands and knees over to it, opened his mouth, and said howdy in his
favorite way.

There was something about his pose, something about crawling over to suck
me that had the dark voice chuckling inside my head again:
ChokeTheCocksuckerOnIt.  I knew I'd have to pay attention and stay in
control so I didn't hurt him.  HeWantsItNeedsItCravesItDoIt.  The desire to
hear him gagging around my big cock was welling up within me; although, I
had to admit that making Aiden gag wasn't something I promised to avoid.  I
wouldn't hurt him; that didn't mean I couldn't use him roughly and make him
mighty uncomfortable.  OhYeahOhYeahOhYeahGagTheFag.

"Aiden, lie on your back.  Don't fucking look at me that way; get your
mouth off my cock and lie on your back right now...  Here, take these
clothes and shove them under your neck.  I want your head tilted back and
your neck supported.  Oh yeah, like that."

His head was angled perfectly, his knees drawn up just a little due to the
smallness of the tent.  I covered up his crotch with his dirty shirt; I
didn't want his junk in my face while I did this, and if he went off like
he said he did in the changing room, this would keep it out of my eyes.

I got into a push up position above him but facing his feet, and lowered my
cock into his mouth and all the way down his throat until my crotch was
tight against his face.  The angle perfectly aligned his throat so it was a
straight shot through his lips, across the length of his tongue and down
that perfect, tight canal that was made for my cock.

I rested my full weight on his face; his head was trapped against the
ground so he had no retreat available to him.  I ground my hips in a tight
gyration, loving the snug feel of his throat making way for my invasion.
At some point my cock tripped his gag trigger because he started bucking
reflexively against me, his instincts screaming at him to get away.  But of
course he couldn't do that.

Fuck, that felt so good, feeling his throat spasming in panic.  I knew I
wouldn't be hurting him today, but his brain couldn't stop its reflexes.

And then his spasms were bringing up that thick, viscous white gel that
coats my cock and makes it slide like silk.  I stayed deep while his
heaving ensured my cock got fully coated, and then slid out so he could
quickly gulp air, and slid back down before he was done.  Too bad; he
should have been faster.

"Squeeze it, Spaz.  Milk my cock."

His groaning sounds had begun, and I was pretty sure he was climaxing
underneath that cum rag I'd thrown over him.  Apparently, he approved of
having religion shoved down his throat.

I couldn't have been prouder of him because I felt his throat start
constricting on my cock.  He was fighting panic, overwhelmed by orgasm, and
still, his throat knew what to do for me.  His submission was such a
fucking turn-on.  I slid out again and smiled when he quickly gasped enough
air before I slid back in.  He learns quickly.

Another tight rotation of my hips bathed my cock deep in the slippery heat.
I churned it in there, trying my damnedest to find his gag trigger.  It was
harder than it should be with a cock the size of mine; he was fucking good
at his job.  Finally, I felt him convulse and l let that expel me back up
again. He coughed up a bit of goo, grabbed just a sip of air and then was
quickly plugged again by my demanding cock.

I lowered my arms and let my body rest on top of his, my cock buried all
the way to my balls.  I hummed with pleasure.  I could do this all fucking
night.

Aiden's hands came up then and tentatively caressed along my hips and
thighs.  He showed me tenderness and adoration to match my darkness and
cruelty, and that just made me hotter.  I jacked my hips backwards so he
could get a good breath and then slid back to the hilt.  And then again.  I
was now fucking his throat in a smooth, steady rhythm while he gently
stroked my legs, hips, back.

I'd never admit this to anyone, but this felt better than fucking any girl
I'd known.  Not only did it feel like Aiden's throat was made specifically
for me, I was feeling all kinds of things wash over me.  It was power; and
pleasure; and carnal; and dirty. It was my brother, for fuck's sake.  And
damned if that thought didn't just make me fuck deeper.

On an upstroke, I held my cock hovering above his open lips while he gasped
and huffed, trying to grab air.  I let him pant for a moment, but I
couldn't help noticing those caressing hands of his had tightened on my
hips and were applying downward pressure.  The little fucker wanted more.
He missed my cock in his throat.

I laughed darkly and sank to my balls inside him.  Oh, god yeah....

I just lay on top of him and churned my hips, stirring his insides.  It was
pure molten bliss.

"Milk it, Spaz.  C'mon.  Serve my cock."

At my words he was groaning again.  Little fucker was probably on his
twentieth orgasm.  I just have to say something dominating and he squirts
all over the place.

I rocked my body up and off of him, squatting above him with all the weight
now on my heels.  I peered down at him between my legs.  My balls were kind
of hanging in his eyes.

"Still okay?"

"Oh yeah, Connor... I love it when... murpppph..."

He sort of got cut off there at the end when I squatted directly over his
moving lips and sat my asshole down on top of them.

"Lick."

It's like the best kind of magic; whatever I say, he does.

That amazing tongue of his started lapping hungrily on my hole.  I still
couldn't really believe this part - that he loved to lick my asshole.  He'd
shown me he could do this just this afternoon, and I fucking loved it.  It
might be my new favorite thing, right next to everything else I made him
do.  There's something about this act that sends chills all over my body.
I must have a billion nerve endings right there and Aiden loves to stroke
all of them with his tongue.

Holy fuck, this felt good.  I threw back my head and let out a low growl.

"Now inside.  Lick the inside of my ass."

I felt his tongue squirming at the entrance, but not plunging in the way he
did earlier.

"Mrrrmmmmph.  Mmmph."

I eased off his face a little just in case he was trying to give me the key
to my pleasure.  It turns out that's exactly what he was doing.

"Bear down.  You know like you're... uh... going?  Just a little bit."

I settled back into place, rocking a little against his face.  God, that
felt fantastic.  When he was squirming again right where I needed it most,
I bore down a little, and damn if that little fucker didn't shoot his
tongue way up inside me.

"FUCK YEAH," I groaned.  Oh, God, that was amazing.  How did he learn how
to do this?

That thought actually stilled me for a moment.  How did he know for me to
bear down?

The way my next thoughts flowed is not really something I'm proud of; I was
now thinking things about Aiden that actually bothered me.  Had someone
else taught him this?  Did someone do this for him?  Make him do it?

It felt like a ball of ice in my stomach and I knew it for what it was:
jealousy and fear.  That was just fucking weird.  I should feel happy if he
ever found pleasure with a human being; but my cock was actually going soft
at the thought of him being under another guy.

Fuck it.  I climbed off his face and looked down at his confused gaze.

"Have you EVER had sex with anyone besides me?  EVER?!"

"No, Connor.  Internet."  The little fucker knew exactly what this was
about; he was so smart.

I straddled his head again, slipping my hardening cock back down his throat
and started fucking.  That dark voice had been so quiet for the past half
hour suddenly started crowing again: MINEmineMINEmineMINEmineMINE!

I forced myself to monitor how hard I was thrusting so I didn't hurt him,
but goddamnit this throat was mine and I was taking it.  My balls were
slapping hard against his face and my hips were frantic to take him.  I was
no longer interested in slow pleasure and worship; I only wanted to fuck
him into submission and spray my ownership all over his insides.

My cock was even harder than before, jamming down his throat and glorying
in his guttural groans and choking coughs.  It was the only one that had
ever been down there; his throat truly was made just for me.

Aiden couldn't offer much to help my pleasure at this pace and ferocity; he
lay there under my battering with his mouth wide open and let me use him.
He was moaning the whole time.

"Fuck.  Fuck.  FUCK!  Swallow it Spaz.  Every drop."  And then I was giving
it to him.  There wasn't much swallowing involved, because I was balls-deep
in his face, rubbing his lips in my pubes and jetting directly into his
stomach.  I remembered at the last minute that he liked my taste and pulled
out enough that he got some on his tongue.  He moaned appreciatively and
lapped it up.  And then licked me clean.  And then kissed my cock
gratefully.

Shit.  This boy was making me crazy.

I was not ready for Aiden to see my face yet; I had no idea what might be
written upon it.  I pulled my cock out of his lips and hunched over his
mouth again.

"Lick me."

And he did, while I pulled my emotions back together and swallowed them
down like a man should.  I mentally rolled my eyes at my own stupidity:
can't have your emotions out there where your fragile brother could find
out how much you care about him.  That wouldn't do at all.

I squatted there over his mouth, feeling the movement of his lips against
that tight little core.  He was kissing it softly, gratefully, before
letting out his tongue and licking me.  I sighed in pleasure, my cock
softening and dripping some final drops of semen into the hollow of my
brother's throat.  It collected there in a small, opal pool.  The muscles
in my thighs were tight, holding me in place for this ultimate act of
service.

The call to Ma had gone as expected; Aiden was right that she really didn't
care.  What Aiden didn't realize was how that made her the key to my plans.
But for tonight, I simply told her I had Aiden and we were camping out.
She didn't give a fuck.

"Suck on it like earlier.  Fuck, yeah.  Kiss that hole.  Let me hear you
slurping at it."

The call to my current girlfriend had not gone quite as easily.  I hadn't
really told Aiden or my Ma about her; she still lived in Cleveland and we
agreed to keep it going long distance when I came to my Mom's.  She was
going to Ohio State, too; so we figured we'd just keep things alive over
the phone for the spring and summer and then be back together by fall for
college.

"Lick inside me now, Spaz.  Oh, God, yeah..."

She hadn't taken the news of our break-up very well; coming, as it did, out
of fucking nowhere.  She wanted a list of all the reasons.  She wanted to
discuss the problems and solve them.  She wanted to know if I'd met someone
else.  I guess I must have hesitated a bit too long before I answered that
question.

"Deeper.  Go as deep as you can.  Fuck, yeah, like that.  I love that,
Spaz."

So then it was all tears and drama and me listening to her say a bunch of
things that were completely accurate; but that she would regret later
because she was a genuinely nice girl.

"C'mon, service my ass.  Stick your fucking tongue up in there and lick me
out."  I was now rocking my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.  There was no
question I was dancing to his music now.

But that's actually the reason I had to break up with her.  I don't think a
genuinely nice girl is what I want.

"Come lay down between my legs, Spaz.  I'm going to piss in your mouth now
and you're going to drink it."

I like to fuck girls, and I'll probably keep doing that.  But I don't think
having a relationship with one right now makes any sense at all.  I think
it's safe to say that I'm emotionally unavailable.

"Seal your lips over the head.  No fucking leaks, Spaz."

He looked up at me then, my soft cock held in his mouth, his eyes full of
compliance and trust.  He was nervous, though; I could see it in every line
of his face.

"Relax," I told him as I stroked his cheek gently.  He did, and so I did
too, relaxing enough to start my flow.

"Swallow quickly; you don't want to get behind.  There's no savoring of
this type of load."

He started gulping immediately, still looking up at me, directly in the
eyes.  Everything he felt for me was right there for me to read; and it was
fucking sobering.

The little act about praying to my cock was not really so much an act.  He
worshipped me, plain and simple.  He'd do absolutely anything for me, and
proved it by swallowing faster.

I spread my thighs wider and put one hand behind my head while the other
kept stroking his cheek.  I know Spaz is sorta crazy about my biceps so I
let it jump around a bit as he drank that warm liquid out of my body and
into his.  I smiled at him and cupped his face and it was finally too much
for him.  He closed his eyes, moaned loudly and shot his seven hundredth
load of the day.  Good thing I was giving him liquids or he'd be a dry husk
by now.

When I was finished, I started to move a bit to stretch out and get ready
to sleep; but it was obvious that Spaz had no plans to release my cock.
That made it a bit challenging to get us all situated in a way that allowed
us both to lie down.  But we managed.

I stroked the back of his head while he sucked me slowly in the dark.

I'm not sure I've ever felt so good.

"Spaz?

"Hmmm?"  He didn't let go.

"We have to go home in the morning.  I need to talk to Ma about a few
things, and I may need to drive up to Cleveland to talk to Dad about
outpatient therapy for you.  I want to be home before you start school on
Monday morning."

There was no answer to that other than gentle suction and a warm nuzzle
that told me he heard and trusted me.

"I have work for you to do tomorrow, too."

Nuzzle.

"You've been doing a lot of research on the internet about, uh... the stuff
we've been doing?"

Nuzzle.  Fuck; he actually made more sense to me when he didn't talk.

"All right.  I need you to research something for me: the laws and rules
around home schooling high school students.  Think you can do it?"

The suction stopped very briefly.  There was a deep inhalation and a shaky
exhalation.  Then the sucking resumed.  "Mmmmmm hmmmm."  Nuzzle.

"I want all your research by the time I'm home tomorrow night."

I lay back on the sleeping bags and looked up at the top of the tent.  The
warm, comforting, fucking amazing feeling of Aiden nursing on my soft cock
was so relaxing.

And I thought about the upcoming confrontations with Ma and Dad.  I had
some planning to do.



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