Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2017 23:25:14 -0600
From: Tulsa Bigdaddy <tulsa.bigdaddy@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Picking Up Where We Left Off - Part 2

Part 2 of the true story of sex with my brother.

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Back to the present – almost 50-years later – seeing Bobby naked had
a huge effect on me.  Despite having had my prostate removed 6-years
earlier due to cancer, I was rock hard.  Following the surgery, that degree
of hardness occurred only with a blue pill or a shot in the dick or my
vacuum pump.  But I wasn't in control of this.  When I saw Bobby naked,
with his dick, balls and pubes again on display, I had the same
uncontrollable arousal I'd experienced before.  Not only was my dick hard,
my heart was pounding.  It's like I was a moth and Bobby's dick was the
flame.

I retreated into the bathroom, stripped and showered.  The shower, combined
with the bourbon and pot, felt wonderful.  I stood in the shower and
enjoyed myself – wanting to rub one out, and wanting to stay hard and
horny, when all too soon, the water started to cool.  Unfortunately, it
didn't turn cold enough to deflate my throbbing dick. My heart continued
pounding, and I couldn't even think. I grabbed a towel, dried off and
realized I had a dilemma.  I couldn't go into the living room naked with my
stiffie leading the way – so I wrapped the towel around me and headed
out.

I sat on a leather loveseat which was perpendicular to the couch, and slyly
kept the towel over my dick.  There was a baseball game on, and we watched
it.  Every time I turned to say something to my brother, I could see his
nakedness. Fuck, his body had aged well. Even though he lost most of the
hair on his head, his chest, belly, legs, thighs were fully covered with a
salt/pepper blend.  More pepper than salt. No manscaping with Bobby – he
was shaggy all over everything!

I could see the head of his dick laying on his thigh, looking at me and I
couldn't quit looking back. I remembered everything about his dick and
balls from many years ago. Looking at naked Bobby splayed on the couch was
more erotic than any porn I'd ever seen. I didn't know whether to shit,
piss or go blind.

My breathing was shallow and I couldn't focus on anything but his beautiful
dick. Mouth watering, my heart continued to beat so hard I thought he could
hear it.  "What are you looking at, man?" he asked.

I felt my face go red, my mouth suddenly dry. I was still somewhat fucked
up with the pot and bourbon – so I blamed that. "Guess it's the pot –
it always makes me horny," I said.

Bobby said "Over the years, I've heard a lot about you, your rich wife and
kids, and your successful career.  All the PR you spread around the family.
But long ago, long LONG ago, I heard you were having sex with Doc Johnson
when you were in high school, right?"

That's one of my biggest secrets. One NOBODY knew about. "Where the fuck
did you hear that?" I yelled.

Bobby said "I take it that's a yes?"

I tried to explain, to spin this as I so successfully do in sales "Well,
um, I – no he – um" I stammered.

Bobby then asked "So did you suck him off?  Have you ever sucked off other
men?"

I looked him in the eye and decided to tell him the truth.  Truth I'd never
told before. I said "He sucked me off usually weekly, and wouldn't let me
suck him until I was 18.  So yes I did suck off Doc Johnson.  And several
other men. No, many other men.  Like you, Bobby, monogamy is not for me.
I've also fucked around with women too – but overall more men than
women.  I've never been caught by my wife - most of my hookups have been
out of town when I'm on business.  Most of the guys were married too.  But
I haven't done anything with a man since my prostate surgery 6-years ago."

Bobby was silent.  Then he said "So when you're with a guy are you the man
or woman?"

I laughed and said "Um, I think you're talking about fucking – and
that's not something I've ever done with a guy."

"So – are you wantin' to suck me?  I can read you, little bro, and you
can't take your eyes off my dick.  Just like before."

I said "Damn straight I want to suck you.  I've regretted that I was so
up-tight when we were young.  I believed I'd go to hell just for touching
your penis.  Yeah, when I've thought about us, I always wished I'd blown
you and done lots of other nasty things two brothers can do.  And now, here
you are, all splayed out naked in front of me – think we could pick up
where we left off?"

Bobby sat silently for a few minutes.  Then he said "I like that – pick
up where we left off. I've thought of those times too.  But I've never
touched another guy, and I never will. Here's the deal. I'll let you do
whatever you want with me tonight. Don't ask me to do anything to you, and
don't try anything with my ass But you can explore, blow, suck, tweak,
swallow to your heart's content IF you agree that I can do anything I want
with you tomorrow. Deal?"

I would have signed over my house and retirement account over to him if he
asked – as long as I could touch and suck his dick.  "Deal" I said.

I dropped my towel and went to his couch. I told him to relax and I'd take
care of everything. Bobby looked at my hard dick, and said "I read where
you can't cum after you've had that surgery. Is that right?"  I explained
"It's a little complicated.  You're right I no longer shoot cum, but I
still have orgasms.  Just dry ones.  The intensity of the dry orgasms are
amazing – more intense that the wet ones.  I thought my pre-cum would be
gone after the surgery, but you can see I leak like a sieve."

Bobby asked "You said you haven't had sex with a man since your surgery.
Are you and Karen still fucking?  Are you done with men?"

I explained "Karen was done with sex years ago, and we fucked only
occasionally for the last 10-years.  So that's pretty much over.  With men,
I'm not really done with them, but I'm older, and it's hard to explain
about not cumming – yet having great orgasms.  Way too hard to explain
to a stranger on the Internet.  Also I've felt guilty about Karen taking
such good care of me through this cancer ordeal and then me sneaking around
for sex.  So I just quit."

"But you're ready to have sex with me?" asked Bobby.

I answered "Fuck yes.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  From the minute I saw you naked,
I wanted to touch you again.  Your cock was looking at me and I couldn't
help it.  This isn't something new, it's a continuation of what happened
almost 50-years ago."

"Yeah little bro.  Just a continuation of 50-years ago.  Sweet!  So go
ahead and do whatever you wish you had done those many years ago.  I'm
gonna lay back and enjoy."

I looked at him, appreciating his body hair pattern, his dick and balls
which have been etched in my memory.  The body hair pattern was the same
– just some silver mixed in now.  Bobby had gained some weight, but I
could still see the football star in that body – especially his thick
muscled thighs and amble butt.  Looking at a man's flanks gets me hot!

And Bobby's dick and balls were just as I remembered them.  A thick dick
(about 6 ½ inches, which is big to me) and magnificent full balls
hanging low. Hair – real man hair – covered everything like a forest.

He took out the second joint and lit it. Asked if it was OK if he put a
porno on, and I had no problem with it. His dick expanded as we toked away,
and I was glad to see he was anticipating my exploration from long ago. We
were half-assed watching some straight porn, but the real porn was laying
on the couch.

It was an electric environment for me, both of us naked, my smaller penis
rock hard and on display, the intimacy of touching each other when sharing
the joint. I thought Bobby was looking at the porno and not at me, but he
mentioned that my "little dick" was drooling pre-cum.  "Is it me or is it
the pot?" he asked.

I said "You're about to find out."

I reached over and touched his penis.  He was about 80% of the way to full
erection.  My fingers danced over his hairy inner thighs, then his balls
and dick.  Then I moved in closer.  I recognized the smell from many years
ago and it was wonderful...  I gently stroked his balls, jacked him a bit
and moved even closer between his legs.  He spread them further apart in
anticipation. I knelt on the floor, leaned in and took his right ball in my
mouth and got it wet and slobbery with my tongue. "FUCK!  Where did you
learn that, little bro?"

I ignored him and kept sucking on his ball.  After a few minutes, I took
the left ball in my mouth and started playing with his fat hard wet dick
with my hand. It felt incredible. His dick tasted better than I could have
imagined. He was grunting and moaning, so I backed off some.  Didn't want
him to cum too quick. I kept him on the edge.

I tried, but there was no room for both balls in my mouth.  I licked from
his balls to his nips, which are buried in an unkempt forest of hair.  He
loved the feelings – said he had no idea his nips were sensitive until
now.

Then I tongued my way back down, through his hairy belly button to his dick
and balls.  He was going a little soft when I got back down there, so I
very gently nibbled on his frenulum and he actually yelped!  I pushed his
knees up so I could give him the royal treatment on his taint.

"Hey, remember I told you to not to do anything with my ass."

I told him "I'm not doing anything to your ass.  I'm working on your `taint
– between your asshole and your balls," and went back to work.  Then he
did an amazing thing. Now relaxed, Bobby rested both of his ankles on my
back – giving me a perfect angle for continued licking.  Just like
before, Bobby locked his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and
relaxed.

I thought I could spend the rest of the weekend in that position, sucking,
licking and playing with that dick.  Watching his face and hairy pits as I
blew his dick!  And those balls!  And his taint!

After what seemed like an hour of edging, I thought it might be time to
bring Bobby over the top.  My jaw was beginning to hurt, but I didn't want
to stop sucking and licking.  I wanted to bring him to orgasm with his dick
in my mouth. I wanted him to feed me. Nourish me. I focused my tongue on
his frenulum, and used my fingers on his balls and `taint – getting real
close to his asshole.

Bobby got vocal, moaning and jerking. I rubbed my finger over his asshole
– no penetration.  He yelled, legs went stiff, yelled more and started
cumming.  Spurt after spurt of his creamy cum jetted into my mouth, and I
swallowed as much as I could. There was so much that some of it ran down my
chin.  I continued to gently suck Bobby when suddenly he said "Stop!"  I
slowly pulled his dick from my mouth – and realized that we both have
the same post-cum sensitivity in our dicks.

I was processing his cum which had saturated my tongue, teeth and gums.
Bobby zoned out and laid on the sofa for about 10-minutes, then said "I'm
going to bed.  My pickers will have the truck loaded with sweet corn by 7AM
and I have to be in Springfield for the Farmer's Market by 8.  You can come
to Springfield with me or stay here – your choice."  This was the first
thing I'd heard about going to a Farmer's Market.

No way was he going off to Springfield without me.  I wanted to suck his
dick again. I said "That sounds like fun, bro. Let's hit the hay." I
thought he would go upstairs to the master bedroom, but he went the other
way into the bedroom in the basement – where my stuff was. I followed
him into the room and into the bed. "That was some blowjob, bro. No wonder
you were the President of your fraternity."

"Fuck, Bobby. It was my pleasure.  And I'm not done yet," I said.

It was really cool in the basement as the a/c was on.  The sheets were
cold, just as I like them.  Bobby climbed into the bed and had his naked
back to me and I scooted up behind him.

"I'm cold," I said.  Bobby grunted and I got behind him like a spoon, with
my right arm over him.  My dick was still leaking pre-cum, and I frotted
his asscrack until I came - it felt so good!  I heard Bobby snoring and I
fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke and went to the bathroom to
take a leak.  No sooner did I crawl back in bed than Bobby went to the
bathroom (I could hear him peeing) and came back to bed. It was still cold
in the room, so we had a sheet and blanket over us. He snuggled up behind
me, and I could feel on my ass that his dick had stiffened up
some. Naturally, I took hold of it and slid my fingers up and down the
shaft. I looked back at Bobby and said "I want you to face-fuck me. You
game?"

"What the fuck is that?" Bobby said.  I told him to kneel over my face so
his dick and balls were by my mouth, and hang on to the headboard. I put
both pillows under my head so I was at the right angle to maximize his
pleasure.

As he lowered his dick and balls to my face, I again took in his man-scent
and realized I was rock-hard again. I started licking and slobbering on his
heavy-hanging balls when Bobby aimed his dick at my mouth.  Like a calf to
a teat, I was on it.

I reached around him so that I had my right hand on my 5" dick, and my left
on his balls.  He was moaning, and said "Mikey, if I'd known back then how
talented you are sucking a dick, I'd never gotten Mary Jane (his first
wife) pregnant!  Just keep doing what you're doing."

I tried to hold off from coming myself until Bobby was ready. I slobbered
and moaned and worked his big loose balls while I sucked his big- brother
dick down to the root like there was no tomorrow.  Within 10-minutes, Bobby
gasped and said "Mikey, I'm cumming!"

He began slamming his cock down my throat. I almost choked, but held off.
And he started shooting big ropes of cum down my throat. I started cumming
as soon as I felt his first squirt and started moaning (while swallowing),
which turned him on even more.

I remembered his post-orgasm sensitivity and backed-off when he was
finished.  Bobby said "Fuck Bro, you're amazing.  Thanks."  Then rolled
over and went back to sleep.

To be continued...