Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 22:08:31 -0500
From: Tulsa Bigdaddy <tulsa.bigdaddy@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Picking Up Where We Left Off 4: Conclusion

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From Part 3: 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.

Part 4:

Much later, I awoke slightly – just enough to hear Bobby taking a piss
and then the shower starting.  I wanted to get up and join him.  I intended
to do that.  But the next thing I know, Bobby's face is next to mine.
"Mikey, I brought you some coffee," he said.

"Thanks," I said.  This was odd, because Bobby was never thoughtful –
never.  He never brought anybody anything.

Bobby asked "Bro, are you OK?"  I nodded, still half asleep, as I sipped
the strong coffee.  He continued "Are you OK about last night?"

"I guess so," I said.  I was just waking up and hadn't assessed everything
yet.  "You worked me over big time, bro."

"Mikey, I'm sorry.  I hope I didn't hurt you.  I mean, you said your
butthole was virgin – and I've never been that hot in my life.  I
thought I'd just ease into your ass, just a little at a time - and I really
don't know what happened - but I couldn't stop my dick.  It had a mind of
its own.  Mikey, I'm so so so sorry!  I've just never felt anything that
hot, and I was out of control."

That woke me up.  "Bobby," I said, "you weren't the only one experiencing
the best fuck of a lifetime.  It was the absolute best for me too.  Yeah,
it hurt when you drove your rod of steel up my ass, but I loved it.  I've
never felt anything like it – and I've never felt as close to anyone in
my life as I did to you at that moment.  I'm OK – but I'll never be the
same."

"My only regret, Bobby, is that I wish I could hang around longer, but I
have to leave today.  This weekend has been like a dream – but reality
is back and I have to be out of here no later than noon."

Bobby leaned over and kissed my forehead.  "Thanks, bro.  You're right
about nothing being the same again.  Grab your shower and we can go into
town and get something to eat."

"You bet," I said.  I got out of bed and stretched.  I thought how a couple
of days ago, I'd never imagined being naked in front of Bobby – much
less stretching naked, while he watched. And I never imagined blowing Bobby
- or getting fucked for the first time in my life! I took my mug of coffee
and hobbled to the shower.

A hot shower was exactly what I needed.  I'd had enough caffeine to
jump-start my metabolism.  As I showered, I thought of how incredible the
past couple of days had been.  I was beat.  I was sore.  I was hungry.  And
I was still fucking horny.

What more could we do, I wondered.  I'd swallowed loads of Bobby's cum, and
taken a load up my ass.  Just thinking of what we'd done made my dick stand
proud.  Fuck going to town for food, I wanted more naked time with Bobby.
I laughed to myself as I realized if we fucked one more time in that bed,
he would have to burn the sheets.

I dried off and went naked into the living room, my hard stiffie leading
the way.  Bobby was watching ESPN fully dressed.  Because of the full-body
shave and erection, I felt uber-naked, if that's possible.  "I can grab
food at any drive-thru on my way to St. Louis, so I'll pass on going to
town to eat.  I have one more fantasy I want you to fulfill," I said to
Bobby.

"Oh my God, Mikey!  You're already walking funny.  I haven't cum this much
since I was in my teens – I feel like the next thing I'll shoot out of
my dick is sawdust!"

"Bobby.  Obviously we don't have any secrets left – and I have one last
request," I said.

"I'm afraid to ask," Bobby responded.  "But I've got to tell you I'm real
curious.  What is it?"

"I want you to fuck me again.  But this time face-to-face.  Your big dick
buried inside me.  Now, without pot, without booze, but with lube. Lots of
lube."

"Oh little bro, you nasty little fucker, you can read me like a book.  I
haven't had this much sex in a 2-day period in years.  I was thinking I'd
sure like to nail your ass again.  And I've got no problem with the old
missionary position."

"I'm ready, bro," I said, jacking some pre-cum out of my dick.

"That thing may be small, but I don't think I've seen it when it's not
hard.  Get over here, get my clothes off me, and let me feel your mouth on
my dick, bro."

Bobby was on the couch, half-way reclined, and I laid next to him –
almost on him.  The way he was laying, about 3" of hairy belly was showing.
I started there, licking his belly and navel, working my left hand inside
his shirt, then through a forest of hair up to his nipple.  My other hand
started from his knee, and went up his hairy thigh.  The left hand got his
nipple as the fingers on my right hand went up and inside his shorts –
and got inside the leg band of his jockeys.

I leaned over and started barely licking the sides of his balls when he
yelled "Fuck, bro!  You get me all worked up so fucking fast.  Looks like
you're gonna' get your wish.  Yeah, little fucker, you want this big
bro-dick and you're gonna' get it.  Now lick my hairy balls.  Mmmmmm yeah,
you need to get a big load cooking down there.  And it's all gonna' end up
in your guts.  Yeah - now look at that syrup running down my dick.  Get
your tongue down there and lick me clean.  Yeah, take that big bro dick
down your throat.  Fuck you're good!"

I love his dick.  And balls.  My face was buried in his hairy crotch.  His
hard dick laid on my neck when I was working on his balls.  I felt like I
could stay forever in this position, sucking my bro.  His smell was
comforting, his pre-cum delicious, his dick so fucking hard – and I knew
what we were going to do next.

Bobby pulled me off his dick and I made a loud slurp.  His shirt was pushed
up over his nips; his shorts and jockeys were askew.  He stood up, pulled
off his clothes in a flash - and took me by the hand to the bedroom.  It
smelled like men, cum, sweat – and I didn't care.  I laid back on the
bed with a couple of pillows behind my head.

Bobby grabbed the lube from the nightstand and lay beside me.  What a
contrast.  Bobby, with his salt-and-pepper hair covering his face, chest,
belly, pubes and thighs, his big purple dick rising out of a massive pubic
forest and those huge balls beneath.  After yesterday's shaving, I was
pink, hairless, chubby with my newly naked pink boy-dick hard as a rock.  I
laughed at the thought that if you cropped out my face, Bobby could get
arrested for molestation.

What happened next was shocking.  Bobby rolled over on me, facing me.  We
were face to face, tits to tits, belly to belly – and most importantly
dick to dick.  The feeling of his weight on me was hot – ridiculously
hot.  Like so many years ago, his strength, his power, his masculinity
overpowered me completely, and I was content. Then he leaned in and kissed
me, his tongue probing my depths.  The animal noises started again from
both of us, and I was rubbing my dick against his.  I was in heaven.

I have always enjoyed frottage, but this was beyond anything I'd done
before.  "How come you have so much pre-cum, bro?  You're leaking per all
over me.  Makes our dicks slide together and it feels awesome."

I had my arms around Bobby's torso, and my legs around his back.  I
couldn't speak.  I was lost in the sensation of being overpowered by this
man.

"I can't hold off too much longer," Bobby said as he rolled off me.
"You're just too fucking hot.  And I really want to fuck you one more
time."  Bobby looked at me, then took my stiffie in his hand.  "Damn, bro,
in the last two days, I've only seen this thing hard with a never-ending
stream of pre leaking non-stop.  Great dick, little bro."

He got the lube from beside him, opened it, and coated three fingers on his
right hand.  I could feel him reach over me, and I pulled my legs up to my
chest – as best as I could.  I held them there, to give Bobby all the
access he needed to my ass-pussy.  He got globs of lube around my hole, and
in my crack – and started to work it in with a finger.

I remembered just how sore my hole was, but the closeness to Bobby and his
fingers in my most private place were enough for me to forget the soreness.
And now he was in – likely to the main knuckle, and started going
round-and-around in my hole.  I'd have done anything for him.  "You like
that, little man?"

"Don't ever stop, Bobby.  I like it."  Was that me talking?  My voice was
so husky.  I felt a second finger, scooping lube, then joining the first
finger already inside.  I was breaking out in a sweat all over.  "Get me
ready for that big dick of yours, Bobby.  You got my cherry last night, and
I'm hotter than ever just thinking about what you're going to do next."

"Little bro, your ass is so hot and so wet and so deep.  But most of all
it's tight.  These broads around here are like fucking the Grand Canyon,
and you – YOU – are the tightest pussy this dick has ever been
inside.  I'm gonna' fuck you sooooo good.  And you're gonna' love it."

The third finger was creeping into my expanding asshole and I started
groaning.  It hurt.  It felt so good.  I knew to be patient, because the
more Bobby stretched me, the more I could enjoy his big dick inside me.
"You OK," Bobby asked?

"Yeah, bro," I whispered.  "You know how much I need to stretch – `cause
you're the master of fucking.  Rumor was you were the fuck-master back in
high school, and you still have the magic."  Bobby's face was just inches
from mine, and the leaned over and kissed me again – his tongue probing
inside my mouth, mine dueling with his.

Bobby again took hold of my dick, and rubbed around the head with my
pre-cum down there.  His other fingers kept pistoning in-out-and-around my
hole, every once in a while getting more lube from the tube or my ass.
Patience – I told myself.

"Bro, I think your ass-pussy is stretched as much as it's going to get.  I
promise I'll go inside you slowly and gently.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Yeah, Bobby.  Fuck me.  Climb on top of me and fuck me with that huge dick
of yours.  I want to feel you way deep inside me.  I've always wanted you
in me and on me and around me, and here we are, hot and naked."  As I was
whispering, Bobby removed his hand and fingers from my asshole.  He wiped
the excess lube on the sheet.

Bobby got up and repositioned, so he was kneeling between my legs.  "Now
pull those legs back up and let me see your ass-pussy, bro."  I complied.
Bobby scooted in close and started rubbing his lube-covered hard dick up
and down my crack, passing over my hole with every up and down motion.  I
realized I was holding my breath.

"I'm ready, Bobby.  My pussy is fluttering with every pass you make."

"Mikey, I'm going to try to control this better today."  I felt his hand
down there, as he took his dick and lined it up with my pussy.  "Here we
go," Bobby whispered.

The nose of his dick was centered on my hole, and gradually started the
descent inside.  I pushed out like I was taking a shit (which I've read is
the thing to do) and he started sliding into me.  "Wow, bro.  You're taking
my big dick like a pro," Bobby whispered.  "I'm already about half-way
inside."

For some reason, I tensed and the progress stopped.  "Sorry Bobby, but I
need to take a breather." Where did I get this husky voice?

"No problem, bro.  I'm at a good place – hot, wet, deep and tight."  He
started pulling out a little, then going in a little.  I realized I had
tensed, so took a deep breath and pushed out on the exhale.  "Woah, Mikey.
It's like you're sucking me inside.  You OK?"

"Go for it," I whispered – determined to keep pushing out as Bobby
pushed his dick deep.  I could feel his pubes on my ass as he hit bottom.
He stopped, then wrapped me tight in his arms and gave me the best kiss of
my life.  My dick was tight against his furry belly.  I felt intimately
connected to - and completely full of Bobby.

Bobby extended his arms so was raised up from my face.  "Now the fun
starts," he said.

The pain was gone, and as was any tension I had.  Bobby started really
fucking me, pulling almost completely out, then slamming back in.  Out.
In.  Out.  In.  The slapping noise was like in a fuck film.

I was bouncing below him, my naked dick trapped by his furry belly.
Because of the pre-cum, my dick was rocking back and forth in a hot wet
crevice.  I could feel the tingling down there in my balls - as Bobby
fucked me.  I didn't know what to do.  So this husky voice came out of me,
saying "I'm cumming.  FUCK ME BOBBY, I'm cumming."  With that, the
contractions started and all my circuits were on overload.  I was having an
orgasm with my dick, Bobby and I were lip-locked, Bobby's hard dick was
jammed up my hole.  AAGH!

As I was coming down from this multi-orgasmic experience, Bobby stopped
fucking me and said "Bro, I could feel you pulsing on my dick!  It was like
your insides grabbed hold of my dick with every shot you had.  Like you
were masturbating me from the inside.  Fuck, bro, that almost made me cum."

Bobby resumed the fucking, and I could concentrate more on what he was
doing.  My dick was soft and my hands made the journey through his forest
of man-hair to his nipples – which I pinched.  Wow – that made his
fucking harder and wilder.  I was glad I didn't go there earlier, as now
was the time for me to get royally fucked.

Laying underneath Bobby, I watched his face – he was in sexual ecstasy.
Though the room was cold, Bobby was sweating – and had this glazed look
in his eyes.  The man's total focus was on his penis pleasure.  As he sped
up, both of us started making animal grunts and groans – as he was
filling his ow needs heretofore unknown.

"Oh Bobby, just keep doing what you're doing for the next 5-years.  I've
never felt anything like this in my life.  You ARE a master fucker."  With
that, Bobby lowered his body to mine, and I again felt the hair and muscles
of my studly big bro.  Then he moved in for another kiss.

That's when I realized my dick was hard again.  I knew it hadn't stopped
oozing pre-cum, but now it was back in the hairy warm crevice in Bobby's
belly.  About that time, Bobby said "I can feel your stubby dick again.
You fucking horn-dog!  It's like a rock – and you came just a few
minutes ago."

"That's what you do to me.  You make me so fucking horny.  I can't get
enough of you.  Just keep fucking me."  I swear, there goes the husky voice
again. "Just keep fucking, Bobby.  Keep fucking."

The two of us, joined by his stout hard dick – and sometimes our tongues
and hands – were swept away to some other planet of pleasure.  While I
don't have a prostate anymore – this, THIS transcended my prostate.  He
was inside me.  His scent and mine were intermingled – just like our
combined sweat. I realized I was holding on to Bobby's hairy massive
thighs.  And he went into fuck-overdrive.

Bobby was slamming his engorged penis into me without thought or mercy.  I
was holding on to him and loving the ride, and the complete perversion of
this scene – a 60-something straight man with grandchildren fucking his
60-something married little brother.

I started playing with my hard wet dick, which was slimy with pre.  It felt
like somebody had dumped a cupful of pre-cum down there.  I reached way
down, and found a pair of prizes.  Bobby's balls weren't hanging down
anymore, but they were a handful.  They too were soaked with my pre-cum.

Bobby caught his breath, tensed-up, jammed that hard dick all the way
inside my ass – and started making animal noises again.  Loud animal
noises.  He came in for another kiss, and that started it for me. Both of
us are moaning, yelling, kissing, biting as he crushed me in his arms, legs
and thighs – both of us cumming.  I could feel his dick swell inside me
as my orgasm clamped down on it.

After our noisy and massive orgasms, the room went silent.  I could hear
Bobby's breathing, and feel his heartbeat in me (from his dick) and on me.
We stayed connected by his dick and our lips for who knows how long –
until his penis slipped out of my ass.  We laid like that for 10-minutes or
so, basking in the best sex ever. I knew I had to shower before I left –
I was covered in pre-cum, Bobby and my combined sweat, his saliva and God
knows what else.  I knew Bobby's load would be dripping out of my ass for
the next few hours – maybe even days.

Finally, I headed to the shower, cleaned up for the second time that
morning, gathered the few soiled clothes I had and headed out.  Bobby was
asleep.  I wasn't sure if I should wake him, and decided to write a note
that anyone could see, and leave it for him.  "Thanks, bro, for the great
weekend.  About time the two of us become brothers again.  Glad we could
pick up where we left off long ago..."

And that wasn't enough.  I nudged Bobby awake, and told him I was heading
out.  Went to give him a kiss on his handsome forehead, and he pulled me
into him for a full-on French kiss.  I told him I felt like road kill,
because he maneuvered me into a hundred unnatural positions, raped my ass,
and about the only food I'd had in the past 24-hours was his semen.

He laughed and said "Just wanted to treat you right, bro.  Not sure what
any of this means, but I've had the best sex in all of my 68-years.  You're
a helluva fuck, you know?  Anybody ever tell you that?"

I smiled, and said I'd see him later.  "Yeah, later, bro" was his response.

So it's just before noon on Sunday, I'm pulling out of my brother's
driveway.  He lives in the same farming community we grew up in.  We've
been estranged, and I thought it would be good to drive to the farm over
the weekend, since I was just 100 miles away on a business trip in
St. Louis.  As I pulled out, I did a quick assessment - my jaw hurt, my
shoulders hurt, my knees hurt – and most of all, my butthole was
stinging.  His cum was leaking out of my asshole.  His taste was in my
mouth.  And from my neck down, there was not a single hair on my body.