Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 18:08:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Seth Kirkcauldy <seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Brother Mine 8

Brother Mine Chapter 8
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Part 1:  Aiden

"You have an entirely new cock and I haven't even touched it yet."

Aiden was pouting; and he knew how unattractive it was.  He was committed
to doing it right, however; and had his arms folded across his chest, and
he even stamped his foot as best he could from his passenger seat in
Connor's car.  But he had reached the limit of his frustration and didn't
care if he was acting like a child having a tantrum.

"New cock?"  Connor scrunched up his face in confusion and looked at Aiden
out of the corner of his eyes.  He was driving, and did so very carefully
when Aiden was in the car.  "I'm pretty sure it's the same old cock that's
always stuffed my jock, yeah?"

No; it was not.  Aiden scowled out the window but couldn't notice anything
else in the world but Connor.

Everyone knew that skin cells were replaced every several weeks.  Connor's
ENTIRE cock had been replaced twice while Aiden had been in the hospital.
That smooth, silky skin that was so thin and stretched tight over the big
erection, it was all new since he'd last had that big cock shoved down his
throat where it belonged.  He needed it so badly, and his hands shook as he
thought about it gliding in his throat.  Connor's brand new cock.

"You're thinking about sucking it right now, aren't you, Spaz?"  Connor's
voice got the low, husky quality that Aiden had learned to love.  It was
the voice Connor used every day in the hospital when he brought Aiden his
daily treat in a plastic medicine cup.  His brother had kept his word and
brought Aiden a warm load of cum to his bedside every single day to lick up
while he growled obscene things in his ear.

"I can tell because you're shaking all over and your Adam's apple is
bobbing up and down like a yo-yo."

But what Connor had not let him do in the hospital, even once, was see or
touch his cock.  Six weeks of healing, therapy, fighting infection, mending
bones, and mending his mind.  His body was now pretty much fine; his mind
had a way to go yet.  Okay, a long, long, long, long way.  He had been
moved from the hospital proper at some point to a convalescent center where
he was monitored while he healed.  All he knew was that he was being kept
from doing his job as Connor's cocksucker.

Aiden gritted his teeth; he knew Connor was teasing him, and usually that
would turn him on.  But he needed his brother's cock so desperately that he
couldn't find humor in it today.  Six weeks!

They were on the way home from the hospital.  Connor had finally sprung him
after a month and a half incarceration.  Aiden didn't even know what day of
the week it was, although he knew they had moved into the month of July
sometime in the past week or so.

"What day is it, Connor?"  He managed to ask through his teeth.

"You don't know what day it is?"

"Would I have asked the fucking day if I knew what it was?" Aiden snapped,
surprising them both.

Connor stopped at a traffic light and turned to look at Aiden.  He didn't
say anything, but he had a slight smile on his face.  There was something
about the harsh response that he liked; but Aiden couldn't figure out what
it was.

"I'm sorry, Connor.  I don't know what's wrong with me."  Aiden started
twisting his hands together, and he could feel the sting in his eyes that
meant tears were going to start soon.

"I do," Connor said gently.

Aiden blinked rapidly at him and then turned his head away to pretend he
was looking out the window.  He could feel the warm gravity of Connor's
mass right beside him, pulling at him with irresistible force.  The craving
he had was cramping his stomach and aching in his whole body.  He closed
his eyes and rested his forehead against the window.

"I need... I need..." he started flailing for words, watching them scatter
from behind his eyelids.

As in all things, Connor rescued him.  "I know what you need, Spaz."

When they arrived at their mother's house, they got out of the car
wordlessly, Connor grabbing Aiden's bag of stuff.  Inside the door, Connor
set everything down in the floor; Aiden started to retrieve it to take to
their room.

"Leave it," Connor said.

"But Ma will..."

"Leave it.  Ma won't be home tonight.  It's one of three reasons I had them
move your discharge to today."

"What are the other two reasons?" Aiden asked hoarsely.  His body was
beginning to vibrate, a tuning fork humming with the timbre of Connor's
voice.

Connor smirked.  "The second reason is that you're going to go upstairs to
our room and strip.  You'll find a new jock in your size on your bed; I
want you to put it on."

"A new jock?  But... well... yours!  Could I wear one of...?"

"Put on the jock I bought for you.  It's not for armor, Spaz.  You don't
need armor any more.  It's to keep your junk out of my face when I'm
deep-fucking your throat today."

There was a complete, still silence for exactly two seconds, and then Aiden
jolted forward and raced up the stairs as fast as he could possibly go.  He
tripped at the top, but caught himself on the wall and then caromed through
their doorway into their bedroom, landing on his bed, the trophy grasped to
his chest.  He immediately started kicking off his shoes while he
unbuttoned his jeans, squirming out of them in mere seconds.

A glint of gold briefly caught his attention during his frenzy; gifts
wrapped in gold paper stacked atop Connor's desk, but he lost sight of them
when his shirt came over his head.  His boxers shimmied down his skinny
legs and he dropped the whole pile of clothes into the corner of the room.

He yanked on the jock, managing to get the straps in the proper place, and
actually liked the cool, tight feel of the cotton against his groin.  He
figured it had been twenty seconds since Connor had said the word,
"throat", and now Aiden heard his tread upon the stairs.  He lay on his
back across the bed so that his head hung upside down over the edge, his
neck supported on the edge of the mattress, and he watched his brother
enter the room and start chuckling.

Aiden didn't care about being laughed at, he just watched with his mouth
hanging open as an upside- down Connor slowly unbuckled his belt and
unzipped his jeans.  He groaned aloud when Connor's hands stopped their
progress there and started to unbutton his shirt instead.  Connor laughed
and took his time, peeling the shirt from his shoulders to expose his
beautiful chest.  Aiden had almost forgotten how beautiful his body was.

Connor toed off his shoes carefully, arranging them by his desk, and
finally - FINALLY! - pulled down his jeans and his jock together.  Aiden's
stomach fluttered when the hard cock snap-slapped against Connor's belly
when released from its confines.

Please, please, please, please, please.  Aiden was begging in his head, and
was unsure if any of it was coming out of his mouth.  He thought he could
feel his lips moving.  So he was very disappointed when Connor did not walk
over and sink into his throat as Aiden so hoped he would.  He wondered if
he had been too subtle about his position and open mouth.

Instead, Connor sat down on the edge of his bed, his big cock pointed at
the ceiling, his muscular thighs parted so that Aiden could see his hanging
balls, but not wide enough to let him crawl between them.  He sat up
curiously and faced his brother.

"Come here," Connor said, pointing to the floor in front of him.

Aiden was kneeling there in a flash, but Connor's strong, guiding hands
made him rise again and then pulled him across his knees face-down and
ass-up in a very classic position of the naughty.

"You swore at me in the car today, Spaz."

Aiden swallowed loudly and felt his cock instantly harden in his jock.  It
rubbed against Connor's warm thigh enticingly.  He was feeling a lot of
things right now, and couldn't get any words in the right order.  He just
sort of gurgled.  Luckily it was Connor he was gurgling to.

"I know you're sorry.  But I'm your guardian now, Aiden.  There have to be
rules.  And consequences."

Connor's big, warm palm cupped a cheek of his ass, teasing it with a soft
touch of strength-on-skin.  Then: WHACK! The sting of that palm smacking
him hard and rocking him forward.  Twice more: WHACK! WHACK!

Aiden didn't ask him if he was whacking off, but just barely.  He bit his
lip just in time.  Damn his brain.

And then the pain actually registered.  Fuck, that hurt.  WHACK!  WHACK!
WHACK!  Yikes; he'd taken six very hard spanks and tears were forming in
his eyes from the sting.  His hips gyrated against Connor.  God, this hurt
so very, very good.

"Fuck you, Connor," he heard his voice say, and he bit his lip in fear.

But then he heard the deep chuckle he loved so very much.

"Count," Connor growled, and he spanked him ten more times, rocking Aiden's
body across his bare legs as his hand swung hard and left a sharp sting in
its wake.  It was a sting that pierced right through Aiden to the very spot
that needed this; like a good, hard scratch against an itch.  Aiden had
been a bastard the past six weeks; he really had.  It was like absolution
to feel Connor balance the account like this.

Connor had promised not to hurt Aiden; and Aiden had been so worried about
what that promise meant.  Now he understood.  Connor actually got the
difference between pain and hurt.  They weren't the same thing.  Connor
would never hurt him; but he might gift him with pain.

WHACK!  Oh fucking yeah.  "Ten," he panted, a bit sadly.  Should he swear
at Connor again to get more?  He wanted additional punishment, but he
wanted that hard cock more.  His ass was stinging from the sixteen hard...

"Back to where you were, Spaz," Connor said.  His voice was strained.  His
palm rested on Aiden's blushing ass cheek, and the large thumb swept in the
crevice and caressed Aiden's tight opening for the first time ever.

"Oh my god, he's touching my hole!"  It was with a mortifying sense of
embarrassment that Aiden realized he'd gasped this out loud where Connor
could hear it.

The dark chuckle sounded again from deep in his brother's chest, and
reassured him.  He knew it unlikely that Connor would ever fuck him, but
still.... He had known it unlikely that Connor would ever feed him cum as a
daily treat.  Things changed.

"I need your throat, Spaz.  I need it so bad.  Get back in the position you
were in before.  It's time to give you what we both need, yeah?"

Aiden was learning that he could move fast; motivation was the key.  He was
off Connor's lap, across his own bed with head over and mouth open; less
than two seconds, he figured.

COME ON, CONNOR!!! He moaned these words in his head, but only the guttural
noise came out of his open mouth.  Still, he saw Connor's eyes harden with
desire when he heard it.

Connor stood; his large, hard body unfolding to look like a piece of
statuary.  He was so beautiful, and his cock jutted forward, a protrusion
of hard, veined marble; warmed as if it had been in the sun.

"Open for me," Connor growled unnecessarily.  Aiden's jaws were stretched
to their limit in impatient expectation.

With one hand pressing his cock to the correct angle, Connor's hips drove
forward and the hooded head of that big cock went across the roof of
Aiden's inverted mouth, caressed his tonsils on the way past, and slid deep
into the warm, wet throat beyond.

Very loud twin groans filled the air simultaneously, and that left them
both laughing.  Connor had to withdraw so that Aiden could breathe around
his laughs.  The removal made Aiden sober immediately, but he was grinning
broadly.

"Please Connor?" He whispered.

And Connor slid deep once more, resting only when his balls were pressed
tightly to Aiden's lips.

"Oh, yeah...."  Connor groaned.  "You're the fucking best, Aiden.  Milk my
cock, yeah?  Mmm.  Harder than that.  I really want to feel it.  You have a
fucking month and a half to make up for; this better be good.  Harder!"

The growling arrogance was hard for Connor to keep up; he was in absolute
bliss.  God, he loved Aiden's mouth.  There was nothing better.

"That's it, cocksucker.  You are just warm, wet heat to me.  Make me feel
good, Spaz, as good as you can.  Oh fuck, yeah... again, cocksucker; do
that again.  Tighter.  You wanna make my cock happy, don't you, Spaz?  Fuck
it; if you're not going to do it right, I'll take what I want."

These last words were said in a growl, but Aiden could see Connor's
muscular thighs quivering.  He knew he was doing a good job; and he knew
Connor was going to take what he wanted anyway.

"Fine, you lazy cocksucker.  We'll do this my way..." the deep growls were
a resonance in Aiden's chest.  He closed his eyes and opened his mouth
happily.  He was home.

Connor began to fuck his face brutally, and Aiden's brain went gloriously
blank.  The feel of that hard flesh pounding through his throat, bent on
its own purpose, using him for its pleasure, knowing what he was and how to
use him; the wonder of it overwhelmed him.  Connor's balls slapped against
his face, and occasionally would grind against him has the hard cock
gyrated deep in his throat.

Aiden dared to let his hands wander up Connor's hips and grab his muscular
ass.  He loved the feeling of the bunching of those tight muscles as Connor
fucked him.

"Wider, cocksucker.  I want deeper," Connor growled, mashing his groin even
harder against Aiden's face; and damn if he didn't actually slip a half
inch or so deeper.  They both groaned again with the sensation and success.
Aiden's mouth was so wide that Connor's balls were half inside it.  When he
noticed this, Connor reached down and pushed them forward, stuffing them
inside that warm, wet cavity.  They popped into Aiden's cheeks on either
side.

"Fuck, yeah, Spaz.  That's so fucking good.  Lick those nuts."

Aiden would have loved to comply, but his tongue was pressed uselessly down
by the hard shaft that impaled him.  Instead he worked his jaw a little and
tried to provide some friction with the skin of his cheeks.  It was the
best he could do.

Connor's breath hitched.  "God, you're amazing."  His fingertips gently
caressed Aiden's bulging cheek for a moment.  His dominant command waivered
slightly as if threatened by a stronger emotion, then the gleam in his eye
returned.

"Do that again."

Aiden did, but he was also starting to gag from the dick lodged deep inside
his throat, and his mouth stuffed completely full with cock and hairy
balls.

"Don't panic, Spaz.  That's my cock.  Just concentrate on making it feel
good, yeah?"

And that helped a lot.  The gagging seemed to melt away as his brain
remembered the fact that this was his brother's cock filling his esophagus,
and the warming thought that he was doing his job, and how good it made
Connor feel.  He wanted that cock spewing its load of semen right where it
was, and so he began desperately to massage it by swallowing and offering
it any stimulation he could.

Connor chuckled.  "That's it... you've got it now.  Service that cock, boy.
That feels so good."

Aiden felt Connor's body press against his own as Connor relaxed atop him.
His head rested on Aiden's stomach, and the rest of him pressed against his
chest and then his face.  Aiden groaned at the intimate feel of so much
skin against him.  He heard Connor gasp from the vibration.

Aiden's vision was starting to go a little dark and he almost pressed a
hand against his brother in protest, but Connor seemed to know his limit
and he withdrew so Aiden could gasp a breath or two before he slid all the
way down again.

"Awwww, yeah," Connor began to undulate his hips at this point, sliding his
cock its full length in and then out.  Aiden gasped breaths on every third
exit, but they were starting to come faster as Connor's fucking sped up.

Connor's hands grasped both sides of his skull, fingers tangled in the hair
of his upside down head.  The grasp was tight, controlling; and Connor held
his head in position as he started to piston deeply in and out, smacking
against his face with his balls and pubic bush.

Aiden's brain was alight with colors and sounds but no words at all; he
loved it.  Connor's cock drove all thought from his broken mind and filled
it with nothing but sensation.  He could feel that big hooded head filling
him, stretching the passage to accommodate its heft, using him for heat and
tightness and moisture, needing him in order to feel good.  He could see in
his mind's eye how the tight passage made the foreskin peel back from the
head, leaving the white streaks of smegma deep in his throat.

He waited for Connor's voice; he needed to hear...

"Swallow my cum, cocksucker.  Drink it all, Spaz... do a good job."
Connor's body went rigid.

Aiden felt the cock in his throat expand; he could actually feel it SWELL;
but as always, it was Connor's words that did him in.  He groaned in
pleasure as the wave within him crashed and he felt his cock pulsing within
the confines of his new jock.

In perfect and rare synchronicity, the cock he worshipped throbbed inside
him as Connor groaned in relief and emptied deep within him.  Aiden didn't
mind the lack of taste at all, he had spent weeks lapping Connor's semen
from a cup; this is what he wanted, needed.  To be marked deeply and to
feel the cock that fed him; to offer it everything.

Connor was lying half atop him again.  He was still standing in the floor,
but his upper body was on top of Aiden, his head on Aiden's stomach where
his gasping breaths heaved against Aiden's soft, sensitive belly.  Connor
took deep, shuddering breaths as he calmed down, and his hips kept slowly
gyrating, stirring his big cock deep in Aiden's throat.

Finally Connor sighed deeply.

"I've missed that," he admitted softly, and groaned again lightly as his
hips churned slowly.  "Oh, god.  That's so perfect."

These words would make Aiden orgasm again soon; he knew it.  It didn't
matter he'd just done it.  Connor's honest pleasure would strip him of his
cum every time.  Sometimes it only took seconds.

He sucked contentedly, but wondered vaguely if he'd be getting some oxygen
soon.

"Oh, sorry," Connor suddenly said, withdrawing from his mouth.

Aiden gasped for air, but then pulled against Connor's hips, wanting him
back deep inside.

"No.  Not right now," Connor said, and moved over to his own bed,
collapsing on his back.  He looked at Aiden's stricken countenance with a
smirk and said, "don't worry; I'm not done with you yet.  I just need to
rest.  Come here, Spaz... lay on my chest the way that I like yo... oomph!
Yeah, okay... like that."

Aiden snuggled into his brother, but tried to keep his soggy jock pouch off
of his leg.

"Change into a clean one, Spaz.  I bought you three.  The other two seem to
have fallen in the floor when you changed your clothes..." the amusement
was clear in his voice.

Aiden got up and found the other jocks.  He stripped his dirty one off and
used it a bit to mop up some excess from the head of his dick.  Then he
pulled a clean one on and threw the dirty one in the corner with the rest
of his clothes.

"Spaz?  Do you really not know the day today?"

"No.  I'm sorry, Connor.  I knew that it was CCCC40 today, but that part
doesn't really matter anymore.  I sort of lost track of days.  Is it a
Thursday, today?"

"C'mere, Aiden," Connor said seriously.

Aiden walked over tentatively.  He didn't really like when Connor used his
real name.  It didn't seem right.  His favorite name was "cocksucker", but
he knew Connor wouldn't call him that all the time, even though Aiden
wished he would.

Connor patted his chest and Aiden laid down, unable to suppress the sigh as
his face was scratched by wiry chest hair and his nose tingled with the
smells of Connor's sweat.  God, he loved Connor so much.

"It's Friday, July 10th."  Connor gestured at the pile of gold gifts that
were over on his desk.

Aiden popped upright to look at him and his eyes expanded to large circles.
He started to stutter incoherently.  "But that's... that means... that
is..."

"Happy Sweet Sixteen."  Connor pulled him down to his mouth and kissed him
gently.  "I'm going to fuck you today, Spaz; probably more than once."




Part 2: Connor

"What the hell are you looking for?"  I asked him.

After the announcement of my intent, he had leaped off the bed and started
rooting through our closet.  He was on his hands and knees and since he was
only wearing a jock I could clearly see that wrinkly- pinkish hole winking
at me across the small room.  It made my stomach flutter weirdly.

I swallowed nervously.  I was so fucking nervous.  I'm not sure I had ever
been so nervous.

I'm don't think sex had ever been as complicated as preparing for this day.
I'd watched videos; I'd read how-to guides; I'd bought lube.  And this
preparation was one of the reasons I was nervous about my ability to
perform.  Those videos?  They made me queasy, honestly.  Never once sprang
a hard-on.  Those guys grunting and groaning and sweating?  Yeesh; I hoped
I could do this.

I kept telling myself it was Aiden.  I figured I would always, ALWAYS, be
able to give Aiden what he needed; but I was fucking nervous about it.

I looked directly at the tight little hole and thought about stuffing my
great big cock up in there, sliding inside my brother to scratch his itch
from a different angle; feeling his body wrapped around me.  Yeah, I
figured I could probably do that.  Then I thought about him on his back
holding his legs over his head, looking up at me with those emerald eyes.
Wow! I was getting hard now.  And then I thought about kissing him while I
fucked him; and realized that this was not going to be any problem at all.
It was Aiden; and Aiden flat-out did it for me.

That weird, funny-looking little fucker did it for me.  My cock was hard.
More than that, it was eager.

When he finally stood up and turned around, I started laughing.  In fact, I
was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

"What?"  He asked curiously.  He was holding a huge two-liter jug of
lubricant.  In each hand.

But I couldn't answer him.  I was actually speechless with laughter.

He frowned at me.  "What's wrong, Connor?  Did I do something wrong?"

I was snorting by this time, in that really unattractive way that
out-of-control laughter makes you do.  Was he planning to fuck the entire
Marine Corps today?  Four fucking liters of lubricant??

The longer he stood there in his jock holding those humongous jugs of lube,
the harder I laughed.  It was only when he started to turn pink and look
self-conscious that I was able to swallow my humor.

"Stop that," I said with a huge grin.  "Stop being embarrassed.  You make
me happy, Spaz, nothing more.  I'm not really planning on opening a
whorehouse, so I don't think we need that much lube today.  Why don't you
set those down before you pull your arms out of their sockets, and bring
that stack of presents over here to the bed."

"You're hard already, Connor?  I've never seen you get hard so fast."

"I was looking at your scrawny ass up in the air and started thinking about
fucking you," I told him honestly.  I was looking him straight in the eye
so I saw the full effect of my words on him.  He accidentally dropped one
of the jugs, startling himself.

"Ah!  Oh, well, you mean when you looked at me... are you sure you were
thinking about me when...  okay... that doesn't seem likely, Connor."

"Don't tell me what turns me on, Spaz.  I want to fuck you," I flexed my
cock then so he could see it jump.  His mouth was hanging open, probably
because of my words, but honestly, his mouth was always open when he was
looking at my cock.  "You going to bring those presents over here or am I
going to have to spank you again?"

The little fucker actually thought that through for a moment before he
finally set down the other tank of lubricant and wrestled the pile of
presents over.

"Why are there so many of them?"  He asked.

I pointed to an odd bullet-shaped package that frankly looked like I'd
wrapped my cock up for him.  He seemed inordinately thrilled to open this
one first and ripped into the paper.  He immediately started giggling.

"Lube!"  He said, holding it aloft.

"Never run out," I told him solemnly, and he giggled harder.  Then he bent
and put the head of my cock in his mouth and suck-kissed it loudly.

"Thank you, Connor."

"Oh, fuck.  Ummm, yeah, you're welcome."

I made him stop after a minute or two, but that was not easy to do.  I'd
never get to fuck this boy if I didn't keep my cock out of his mouth.

"That one," I said, pointing.  I had to snap my fingers because he was
still looking at the wet head of my dick.  "That one, Spaz."

He unwrapped this one more carefully, but mostly because he was still
sneaking looks at my cock.

"Purple shoes?"

"Yeah, well, your new shoes got ruined at the pig farm, and I
thought...OOoph!  Fuck, Spaz!"

"Thank you, Connor," he was hugging me tightly.

"You can wear whatever the fuck you want to now, Spaz.  In fact,
these... most of these are all the clothes you picked out that one day..."

"I know when I picked them out," he said against my chest.  Then he was
kissing my pecs as I held him against me.  "Thank you, Connor."

"Yeah, okay," I said gruffly.  I pushed most of the clothes-packages off
the bed.  "You can unwrap all those later since you know what they are.
This is really your last one."

I handed him the small box and he ripped it open.

"You got me a smartphone?"  He asked.  His voice sounded raw.  "How can you
afford... how did you get all this stuff for me?"

"I worked it all out with Dad, Mom, and Mrs. Burke.  You don't worry about
money, okay?  I'll take care of that.  I can afford this for you, Spaz.
And it's important.  You need to be able to call me if you ever need me,
and I need to be able to find you when I need to know where you are.  I
will never lose you again.  Never."

While he was straddling my legs and hugging me tightly and telling my chest
hair how wonderful I was, I was popping open the normal-sized bottle of
lube I'd bought him and applying it to the fingers of my right hand.

"...and I never thought they'd let me have something so expensive; they
don't think I can... oh.  Oh.  Oh my god.  Uhhhhhh, Connor."

I found the tight little entry with no trouble at all.  With the way he
straddled my lap, his ass cheeks were spread wide and my index finger
rubbed around and around the rim before slipping inside him.  I fucked it
in and out slowly while his breathing stuttered against me.

"Yes?"

"That's my ass.  You're inside my ass."

"Yeah, I can't fuck you without going inside your ass.  You sure you know
about being gay?"  I teased him with words and finger.

He sighed and tried to push himself back on the digit.  "You're not gay,
Connor."

"I'm beginning to suspect I'm not straight, either."

"I think you are.  And that's going to be a problem someday, isn't it?"

I sighed heavily; the weight of his intelligence was sometimes hard to
bear.  "Someday.  Yeah, Spaz, it may be a problem someday.  That day isn't
today, though.  But I need to ask you outright about fucking you today.
This isn't something I'm taking from you... you need to be sure that..."

"Fuck me, Connor."

"...that you really want it to be me that..."

"Fuck me, Connor."

"... because you only get to give this to one..."

"FUCK ME, CONNOR!"

And I slid two fingers up inside him, loving the way his yell turned to a
yelp.

"Please, please... do it now, Connor.  Shove it in..."

"No."

"Please..."

"No.  There's no shoving this time, Aiden.  Relax.  This first time is
going to take a while.  I'm not going anywhere."

I started searching for that little bulge.  I'd found it inside my own body
a couple weeks ago, and so I knew right where it should be.  I pressed my
middle finger against the smooth wall and then slid it back and forth until
I found that tight knot I was looking for.

"Gah!"  Aiden cried, throwing his head back.  I tapped it again and watched
him shiver all over.  Holy fuck, this was awesome.  I felt like a puppet
master making him dance.

Yeah, okay, I have control issues and that simile was a little creepy, but
we were both enjoying this dance.

I slid in a third finger and bent down and kissed him.  He moaned so loudly
that I could feel the vibration in my fingers as I fucked them in and out.
That squelching sound should have been a little gross, but I'll be damned
if my cock wasn't standing right up and taking notice of it; it knew a
tight, wet sound when it heard one, and it was throbbing in anticipation.

Aiden was rocking against my hand now, and I smiled against his mouth.

"You like that, Spaz?  You like me making you dance like that?"

He answered with gibberish that was very Aidenesque.  He seemed to look
confused at the nonsense that was coming from his lips and looked at me in
concern.

"Just dance.  Don't try to talk right now.  Tell me everything with your
ass."

He shut his eyes and grunted; and then slowly gyrated his hips shamelessly,
wantonly.  Holy fuck, that was hot.  I squirmed my pinky-finger against
that stretched muscle and finally worked it inside, and he started moaning
and gasping open-mouthed, rotating his hips against my hand that was
cramping inside him.  It slid out with a squelch.

"No!  no... I ..."

"Shhhh.  Shhhh.  You'll be fine," while I soothed him, I slathered lube on
my cock and then put more on his hole.  It wasn't like we were going to run
out.  I kissed him again while I slid all four fingers back inside, and
then slowly back out.  My cock was thumping against my stomach it was so
hard.

I held tight to him while I stood, lifting us both from the bed, and then
turned him around and lay him on his back at the edge, holding his thighs
all the way back so he was bent in half and his knees touched his ears.

"You ready?"

His eyes were wide and a guttural noise sounded roughly like an
affirmative, so I pressed the head of my cock against him and slid slowly
forward into the tightest, hottest sheath I had ever had the pleasure of
sinking into.  I could feel his fucking heartbeat.  The slick walls of his
ass grasped my cock and held on for dear life.  "Oh my god..." I hissed.

Aiden said something unintelligible, but his eyes were rolled back in his
head so I kept pushing forward until I was completely seated inside him.
It was like a velvet vise.

"More," Aiden managed to say, so I began to draw back to fuck him.  "More
lube," he amended quickly, gasping.

I froze.  "You okay?  This hurt?  I thought by now you'd be healed.  Do we
need to..."

"Shut up, Connor," he growled; then he laughed at the look on my face.
"Please, Connor.  I've never felt so good in my entire life.  Please put
more lube on and fuck me."

I could do that, yeah?  I fumbled for the bottle and dribbled some on the
half of my cock that was out of him, and then pushed it in.

"Ooooooooh," he moaned happily.  "Oh my god.  I had no idea..."

I bucked my hips experimentally and he grinned at me.  "Harder," he
insisted.

"No."

"But..."

"Not this time, Spaz.  Maybe the second time.  Or the third."

He groaned again and reached his ankles to pull them up and back, making me
sink an extra inch inside him.

"Holy fuck," I said.  "You are amazing."

And then I started to fuck him, undulating my hips slow and steady so that
my cock filled him over and over again in a rhythm that would drive us both
insane.

I was sweating from the exertion of such slow torture, and Aiden was
showing me that he knew how to swear quite well.  Apparently he had been
paying attention to me.  He got particularly creative with every in-stroke
when I angled carefully to hit and then drag along his prostate.

A drop of sweat rolled down my chest and dropped to his, a very small
sharing of all that was between us.

I had been afraid of this?  No wonder; this was bigger than anything I'd
ever done in my life.  It wasn't fun, it wasn't games.  It was fucking
important.

"Fuck me hard!  Use me," he snarled.  He was being changed by it too.

"No," I replied.

"Yes!  I need your voice, Con.  Please.  Please call me names and tell me
what I am."

"No."

His head was tossing back and forth on the bed.  He'd cum if I gave him
what he wanted, I knew it.  I was almost there myself.  Little longer.

"Please, Connor... I need you to tell me I'm a Cocksucking whore.  Tell me
my ass is just a hole for you...."

"No."  God, I was there now; right at the peak, all my muscles tightening.

"I can't cum," he sobbed, thrashing in frustration.  "I can't cum unless
you tell me..."

I collapsed on top of him and growled right in his ear as I came, "I love
you, Aiden."

His howls of release echoed throughout the entire house.



I woke while it was still dark and glanced at the clock.  It was about two
in the morning.

I'd fucked Aiden twice more that afternoon; once with him on his stomach.
I held down the back of his neck and used my cock as a pile driver, fucking
him into the mattress as hard as I could and giving him all the rough,
dirty handling he'd begged for the first time.  I like to think I can meet
his needs.  He'd have bruises from my success.

The second time was right before we fell asleep and I lay flat on my back
and told him to ride my cock and pleasure himself with it.  I wanted to
watch him do all the work.  It blew my mind, honestly, watching him take
his own pleasure and using me to do it; I wasn't quite prepared for how
that would feel.  When he finally looked at me after he came all over my
chest he was embarrassed, and then when he saw the look on my face, a
little smug.  I had meant what I said; I loved him.

There would be issues later; we both could feel the truth waiting there
between us.  Gay guys did not turn straight; and straight guys did not turn
gay.  But nothing would change that I loved him.

I was staring at the ceiling in the dark as I thought these things, and
then I heard the sliding screech of the window as Aiden opened it.

He wasn't in the bed anymore, and that is probably what had awakened me; he
was across the floor and sitting in the open window, letting the fresh, hot
air of the Ohio night roll into the room.  The moonlight draped his skinny
body in a silver aura as he perched himself in the window and reached out
to stroke the bark of the old tree that grew there.  The fucking thing
needed to be pruned, it scratched against the side of the house all the
time.

"It's worth the wait," he told the tree as if in conspiracy.  "It is so
worth the wait."



*I'm going to work on a couple other stories before the brothers head to
college.  This seems like a good spot to let them rest for a few weeks
while I try out some other things.  As always, I love to hear from you if
you're reading my stories.

seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net