Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2017 11:09:45 -0600
From: Tulsa Bigdaddy <tulsa.bigdaddy@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Picking Up Where We Left Off - Part 3

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

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I woke up in the morning to the sound of the shower running in the
bathroom.  I went in – Bobby was in the glass-enclosed shower, so I
could see everything.  First I had to take a leak.  Bobby said "Don't flush
while I'm in here!  You'll scald me!"

I laughed and said "I'll just get in with you and flush later," as I walked
into the roomy shower with him. I asked "Need any help with your shower?"

Bobby said "Uh, I believe the deal to which you agreed stated today is MY
TURN.  I'll let you know what I need and when I need it, OK?  So get your
shower quick because we're heading out of here in 10-minutes."

"Yes SIR," I replied.

I knew he meant business so really had to hustle to get a shower, and
shave, brush my teeth and dress in 10 minutes.  But I was ready in 15.
Bobby was in the truck when I went outside, and his crew had it fully
loaded with sweet corn.  "There's no way we will sell all that today," I
said as I climbed in.  The bed of the truck was heaping with sweet corn!  I
sincerely hoped we didn't get stuck all day selling corn - as I wanted to
know what Bobby had in mind for his day.

Bobby replied "we'll sell this load in 3-hours, bro.  Then we'll get a
great lunch at Greta's and be back on the farm by 1:30. So you don't have
to worry about us having enough time."  Bobby really did know me.

We got to the Farmer's Market in Springfield, and Bobby had everything set
up in about 15-minutes.  A line quickly formed at his truck.  While he
greeted and bullshitted with his customers, I was bagging 13 ears per bag
(a farmer's dozen) as fast as I could.  He only sold it by the dozen, and
after the first hour it looked like half the corn was gone.

Bobby (in charming-jock mode) was cool, calm and collected, taking in cash,
making change, and visiting with the customers like they were old friends.
I, however, was soaked in sweat in the back of the truck, working like a
dog.

Just before 11:00, we sold the last ear of corn.  Bobby made the rounds
with other – less successful – vendors while I sat in the shade with
a bottle of water to cool down.

We left the market before anyone else, and headed to this mom-and-pop
called Greta's, for a large and delicious lunch.  Then headed back to the
farm, about an hour away.  We chatted about generalities, baseball rankings
and the upcoming football season – not a word was mentioned about
yesterday or last night. Nobody would have guessed this pair of brothers
had engaged in hot mansex just hours ago!

We pulled in the driveway, and Bobby said "Go on in and get your shower.  I
need to take this cash to the bank."  So I went in, stripped and got in the
shower.  I had been so hot, and labored for 3-hours in the sun, so I was
exhausted.  When I was done with the shower, I wrapped in a towel, sat on
the sofa and promptly fell asleep.

I awoke to Bobby shaking my shoulder and telling me to wake up. I
immediately woke up.  He said he left something on the bathroom counter for
me – and not to be embarrassed about it.  I had no idea what he meant.
I went in to the bathroom, and there was a Fleet enema on the counter.

I came out of the bathroom holding the Fleet box and said "You know my ass
is virgin, right?"

"Yes, I remember you saying that.  But I want you clean inside and out."
So I read the directions – which said I needed to lay down and drain the
bottle into my butt.  Bobby said he was going to get in the shower and I
waited for him to go to the bathroom before I laid on the family room
floor, and inserted the tip into my butthole – and drained the bottle
into me.  You'd think I'd have been OK with doing it in front of him, but I
was embarrassed about it.

After I had the enema in me, I felt full but nothing else.  I sat on the
sofa, watching another baseball game.  Soon I felt this cramping and
movement in my bowels – and decided I needed to make a beeline to the
bathroom.  Once I sat down on the toilet, I exploded.  Shit and water blew
out my butthole.  When it finally stopped, Bobby was getting out of the
shower.

I flushed and started to get up, and Bobby said "Not so fast.  There's at
least one more blowout – maybe two still to come.  Just sit, relax and
let it happen."

He was right.  After the next two expulsions, I felt empty inside – and
kind of good too.  He was watching the game when I was walked back into the
family room and I said "Now what?"

He said "It's back to the bathroom for you."

"To clean my butt?" I asked.

Bobby said "Yeah, but that's not the main event.  I agreed to pick up where
we left off, right?  When we "left off" years ago, I was a man with a man's
dick and a man's balls, a man's beard and I shot a man's load.  You were a
fat kid with no hair, a little dick and you couldn't cum.  Well... You're
still fat, have a little dick - and now you can't cum anymore.  You know
I'm not gay or any of that, and I don't want you like a man – with a
man's body hair.  So I'm going to fix that."

I stared at him with disbelief.  "You're going to shave me?" I asked.

"That's why I bought these," he said, showing me a bag of disposable
razors.  "I'll clip your pubes first with the clippers I use on my head,
then get the rest in the shower.  Remember, before I was a paramedic, I was
a medic in `Nam.  I've shaved enough body parts in my life to know how it
is done!"

 So I took the towel with me to the bathroom, and Bobby followed.  He
opened a drawer and pulled out his clippers, and sat on the toilet.  "Hang
that towel up.  Now, stand in front of me, hold still and I'll get your
pubes and underarms with this," Bobby said.  I just stood in front of him
as he took hold of my penis to get it out of the way, and started the
clipper.  OK, three things were happening: I was standing in front of Bobby
naked; Bobby had my penis in his hand; the clippers had a vibrating effect.
Suddenly, I'm rock hard and leaking.

"Nice wood, pervert," Bobby remarked.  He put his reading glasses on and
examined his work.  He was feeling my balls and said "You shave your
balls?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"You can talk while I'm doing this, you know."

"You know I can't lie to you, Bobby.  Several years ago, I was messing with
this guy named Dave for about a year when I was in his city on business.
He was what's called a bear – a lot like you.  Hairy, great big dick,
big balls.  Assertive.  Once, Dave peed on me in the shower and said he did
that so other bears would know I was his property.  That's how it was.

As time went on, Dave started calling me PB.  Pussy bear.  Like you, he was
a medic in the Army, and expertly shaved my balls.  He said I was never
allowed to have ball hair because ball hair meant that you were a man –
and I was his PB.  I actually enjoyed the new feelings with naked balls,
and LOVED it when Dave shaved them - so I have been shaving them ever
since."

"Nice.  How'd you explain that to Karen?"

"Karen has never noticed.  She has no interest in my balls or my dick –
or sex in general."

"I thought so.  Now raise your arms so I can clip your pits."

I complied, even though the clipper made me laugh hysterically while Bobby
was trying to rid my pit hair.  When he was done, he said "I need to look
you over so I know what to shave in the shower."  He was intently looking
over my body like he did years ago, then told me to get in the shower so he
could start.

Once we were in the shower, he had a can of non-menthol shaving cream.  It
was a surprisingly quick shave.  My arms are lightly hairy, as are my legs
and thighs.  I have hair on my chest and belly, but he went through that
like a hot knife through butter.  Only two odd things that Bobby noticed
was a patch of hair on my lower back ("where your tramp stamp would be," he
said) and a line of hair on the outer sides of my back.

He was gentle with the detailed shaving, including my dick, pubes, taint
– even my asscrack.  There was a built-in shower bench, and I had to put
my foot up there in so he could do a complete job.  Bobby was determined
that every single hair would be gone.  Shaving me meant he was touching
every part of my body, and I loved it.  I felt so close to Bobby.  And
leaking pre-cum.

We continued to chat back-and-forth two guys might do anywhere.  But we
were both naked and standing in the shower.  Me hard, him semi.

Next, Bobby showered me off, and the shaving cream and hair went down the
drain.  He dried me off, and had me look in the bathroom mirror.  I was
shocked!  I looked like a big version of my 11-year-old prepubescent self.
All I needed was a diaper and I could have passed as Baby New Year.

"Let's go out on the porch and enjoy some herb," Bobby said.  He was in the
bedroom, pulling on a pair of Levis.  I went to my suitcase to get some
clothes, and Bobby said "Oh HELL no.  You're my naked little brother, and
you WILL stay naked on the porch.  We're not in the big city.  Besides, I
call the shots today."  So we went out to the screened porch – Bobby in
Levis and a T-shirt, and me naked.

All I can say is that Bobby has awesome pot.  As soon as we started toking,
my anxiety level dropped, and we started laughing together.  The summer sun
was going down, and the breeze felt good on my newly hairless naked body.
I was feeling the breeze in a whole new way.  And yes, I stayed rock hard.

After generously partaking of the weed, enjoying a few brews – then
basking in the glow for a while, Bobby said "It's time.  Sun's going down.
Come on"

I followed him inside the house and down the stairs.  He said "remember,
Mikey, from now to tomorrow morning, you are 11-years old and I am 15."

Role-play time, I thought.  But I said "I know.  And I'm a little scared."

Bobby said "Mikey, you and me are going to have fun.  Brother fun.  There's
nothing to be scared about."

I said "Are you going to stick your dick up my butthole?"

Bobby said "Really?  I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do.
Let's just go and have some fun, OK?"

I said "I want to suck that hairy dick – and play with your balls, bro."

"Let's go to the bedroom and see what happens.  You've got so much to
learn, little bro.  I need to teach you so you know how to please a woman.
It's something a big bro has to teach the little bro.  When you get in high
school like me, you want the popular girls on your arm, right?"

"Yeah.  And I want to fuck all of them," was my smug reply.

"OK, let's stack some pillows up on this side of the bed, and get this
ready for you.  Before you lay down, I want you to undress me.  But don't
just take my clothes off, undress me.  Appreciate everything you uncover,
and lick or kiss over – under- around whatever you have uncovered.  This
is something you need to do with girls"

I knew he just had shorts, a shirt and jockeys on, so that should be easy.
I started to pull his T-shirt over his head, and he said "Mikey, you can't
do it like that.  You start by raising my shirt gently, OK?"

I complied.

I raised the T-shirt, revealing his furry belly and chest.  Bobby said
"When you see something you like, feel it.  Lick it.  Bite it. Nuzzle it."

So I feasted on his chest hair, his nipples, and worked in a triangle from
one nipple to the other, down to his belly button and back up to the first
nipple.  I dragged my fingers through the jungle of hair.  "Now THAT's
great, bro.  Work on my chest like you mean it – like you want it.
Ahhhh, good.  Here's a secret – girls love to have you lick and play in
their pits.  Try it on me," and he raised his right arm up.

That sounded gross, but Bobby really smiled when I looked at his pit, so I
dove in.  "Oh FUCK, little bro.  You might be a master at seduction when
you grow up."

I did it with the other pit, and he seemed to be getting more turned on by
the second.  I could see a big bulge in his shorts.  My dick had stayed
hard since the shaving and the pot, and I kept leaking pre-cum.  I started
to pull his shorts and jockeys off, when in a very stern voice, Bobby said
"Take your time!  Gentle as you go!!  You'll have the girls running away
from you screaming if you do it that way!"

So as naked as I've ever been, I got on my knees in front of Bobby and
reached for the zipper of his Levis.  Damn this was hot.  I reached to the
front of them, to cop a feel of that dick that I first touched so many
years ago.  The most beautiful dick I've ever seen.  The dick I could
always call up in a fantasy when I need to cum and finish with Karen.

Damn, Bobby smelled like a man.  My dick got another notch harder, if that
was possible.  Bobby helped me with the button above the fly – and
slowly, very slowly – I slid the cutoffs to the floor.  He stepped out
of them, then stood in front of me (I was still on my knees) in just his
jockey briefs.

I could see the full outline of his dick, the outline of the circumcised
head, and the full balls cradled in the briefs.  I wanted to grab his dick
– but remembered what Bobby had said.  So I nuzzled around the front,
and used my mouth to open his fly.  I knew I could never get a dick that
big and that hard out of the fly – but I could get my tongue in there.
I licked through the fly to the side of his dick, trying to get to his
special spot where the shaft meets the head.

"You little FUCKER!" moaned Bobby.  "Know what, Mikey?  You're NASTY.  And
that's why I like having you as my little bro, you nasty FUCKER!"  I was
proud of the effect I had on my big bro.  The jockeys he had on weren't
new, and the elastic was giving way in the part between his balls and his
thighs.

I stuck my tongue in that crevice and Bobby again yelled "You NASTY little
FUCKER!  Nobody can do what you do like you do it!  And I mean it."  I just
continued to lick a side of his left ball, and the left side of his dick.
Then I did the right side.

"Pull those fucking underpants off me now!" Bobby ordered.  And I was only
too happy to comply.  His hard wet dick bounced out as I freed it from the
jockeys.  I took hold of the base, and pulled up on it to see if Bobby had
precum like me.  There was a bunch of sticky clear liquid that bubbled up
and out of his pee-hole, and then it started melting down the hard, thick
dick.  I had to lick up the pre, right?  I mean, I worked for it.

Bobby said "Now, on your back – on the pillows.  You passed that test,
bro.  Got me all worked up, dick so hard a cat couldn't scratch it.  Women
are going to love the way you lick – and suck."  I put my arm around him
and got a hug (I so fucking wanted a hot wet deep kiss, but I was afraid to
go for it).  He had me lay semi-reclined on the pillows, and he laid down
on my right side.

He took hold of my hairless and hard penis.  "Damn you're wet boy!  Guess
you like undressing a man, licking his dick, even his balls, right?"

I just sank back next to him.  He turned off the light in the room and said
"Now for the real learning."  I heard a click and sat up to see what he was
doing.  "Trust me, bro.  Lay back and let big bro teach you about sex, OK?"

I laid back on the pillows.  Bobby was stroking my balls, and the feelings
were intense.  Then I felt his now-slippery fingers making circles around
my butthole.  I realized he opened some lube, and had put it on his
fingers.  He kept one hand on my balls and the other working my hole.  It
felt SOOOOO good!  I just laid there and let him do the work.  And then the
finger that was circling my butthole slipped slightly inside and started
making circles.  And that felt more amazing than ever.

Every nerve in my body was awake and pulsing.  I was moving in tandem with
Bobby's fingers in my hole.  I no longer had a prostate, so no magic button
inside - but the naked closeness, Bobby's dick rubbing on my hip combined
with the amazing feelings inside my butthole – I was on fire.

The way we were laying, Bobby's head was next to mine, and he whispered
"I'm going to teach you how to fuck."  I knew what he meant.  I didn't care
anymore.  No, I did care – I really wanted Bobby to fuck me.  I needed
him to fuck me.  I'd die if he didn't fuck me!  But I've heard and read
about the pain...

"Bobby, I'm afraid.  Your dick is huge and I'm a virgin."

He kissed my head and said "I promise I won't hurt you.  I'll go only as
fast as you want to go, and I'll stop anytime."

"OK," I whispered.  We were so close, so hot, and I wanted him inside
me. "Please fuck me.  Please!"

In the darkness, Bobby whispered back "You're opening up so well, Mikey.
Give me your hand, and I'll put some lube in it.  Then coat my dick with
it, OK?"

His dick felt bigger and harder and hotter than ever before, and I loved
being naked and aroused and now in his arms.  I worked the lube all over
his dick, and Bobby said "That's enough.  You don't want me to cum in your
hand, do you?"

I let up on the stroking, and said "mmmmmmmm."

Bobby rolled even closer to me, and I felt his dick head pressing on my
butthole.  As he started to push up and into me, I felt hot – like
breaking into a sweat, and he continued pushing with his rock-hard dick.

"Stop!" I yelled.  "It hurts!"  And the pressure kept coming.  "Please
Bobby!  Stop!  You're hurting me!"

Bobby whispered in my ear "Mikey, I'm trying to stop.  I'm trying so hard
to stop.  But my dick won't stop.  Its nose is inside you, and I can't stop
it.  I'm trying to, but I can't stop it.  I'm so sorry baby bro, but I
can't stop."

Tears welled up in my eyes, then came down my cheeks.  My ass was on fire
and the assault continued.  Bobby felt the tears, looked at me, wrapped me
in his arms hard, pulled my face to his - and kissed me.  A big fat wet
kiss.  With tongue.  The kiss I'd longed for was so deep that I gasped –
then relaxed.  Whatever amount of Bobby's dick what wasn't inside me before
now slipped in with ease.  He was all inside me.

I could feel the sweat on my back.  The feelings were so new.  I was
intimately joined with my brother.  I felt his hairy chest on my back and
side.  His arms were now around my chest, and we were both on our left
sides.  Bobby pulled my right leg up and went in deeper.  I was loving
every minute of it.  So close, so tight.  It still hurt, damn it hurt - but
it felt magic.

Still whispering, Bobby said "I've fucked a couple of women in the ass
before, but it was nothing like this.  Your ass is so fucking tight.  And
hot.  And wet.  Mikey, this is the best fuck of my entire life.  Who'd have
thought my best piece of ass would be 60-years old and 260 pounds?"

I turned my head toward Bobby and we kissed some more.  God, Bobby can
kiss.  We were still kissing when Bobby took hold of my dick and started
stroking me.  Oh fuck, being literally connected with my brother, feeling
his body hair on my hairlessness, having him stroke my dick.  "FUCK!" I
yelled.  "FUCK!  I'm cumming!  FUCK!"  Bobby continued to stroke me as I
went into orgasmic convulsions.

"Double FUCK bro!  Your ass stroked my dick when you came!  Hold still, I
don't want to cum yet."  I was breathing heavily and laid still.  I could
feel Bobby's heartbeat on my back.  I was so full of Bobby and he was
holding me so tight – and all was perfect with the world.  We laid there
for a few minutes.

Bobby continued the "fuck, kiss, rest, repeat" cycle several times.  I just
wanted to be with him, with him in me.  After a few (OK, maybe 10) minutes,
my dick had forgotten the mega-orgasm that just happened, and got hard
again.  Bobby felt it.  "Mikey, you're a horn-dog.  Did you know that?"

I said in a husky voice that wasn't mine "It's not me, it's you.  I can
feel your chest hair on my back.  I can feel your thigh hair on my naked
legs.  Your dick is splitting me in two.  You've got me in a vice grip.
And I love you, bro."

Bobby kept on fucking.  This man has stamina.  And he is really good. This
was what I have wanted every day since I first played with Bobby long ago.
I loved him at that moment and that's all that mattered.

Another hot kiss and I felt Bobby's hand on my dick again.  His touch is
magic.  I was going to blow another dry orgasm soon.  I gasped for air, and
said "I'm going to cum again – and – I – want – you - - - to -
- - cum – in - - - me."

Bobby growled and drove his dick home – while jacking me at the same
time.  He pulled my right leg way up and jammed his dick as far into me as
it would go.  There were all these slapping noises as he drove his spike
deep into my ass.  Every stroke in made a SLAP noise.  Noises were coming
out of my mouth I'd never knew I could make – like an animal.  Bobby was
making animal noises too. We were like a couple of elk in rut.

I heard him gasp, heard him moan and he held me even tighter.  Bobby
started shooting up my ass.  That made me start shooting again (no cum, but
the shooting sensation is still there.)  I couldn't feel his cum, but I
could feel his dick get even harder as he went into that ancient
instinctual mating ritual.

We continued making rutting noises as we both started to come down.  Bobby
kept his arms around me, but lessened the grip.  Wherever there was a
space, I felt the cold air.  I was so hot and so wet and the room was so
cold. There was nothing left to say.  Slowly, Bobby's dick shrunk and came
out of my butt.  Both of us were panting like we'd run a marathon.

Next thing I remember was waking up with this weird wet feeling around my
sore butthole and thighs.  I was leaking Bobby's cum.  Off to the bathroom,
I sat down and expelled some sperm.  I realized we hadn't eaten since noon,
and this was the middle of the night, so there wasn't much inside
me. Physically, mentally and emotionally I was exhausted.  Going back to
bed with my brother/stud/lover, I couldn't comprehend what had happened
– nor what might happen tomorrow.  I was too beat to think.



To be continued...