Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2015 14:28:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Classic Cooper

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When I saw him come back into the living room with that dumbass yellow,
earflapped hat and not a stitch else on, I burst out laughing. It was a
classic Cooper move, the dude was fucking hilarious, as well as being
seriously hot. Big, thick rugby-player muscles swelling under surprisingly,
naturally smooth skin. Just a little ruff of chest hair nestled between his
strong, beefy pecs, another one on his solid muscled stomach, leading down
to a light, yet full bush. Muscular thighs and ass, big arms, and fuck,
that cock. Almost perpetually thick and hard, at least around me. Fuck
knows, mine was always the same way for him.

"What?" he said, seeing me laughing on the sofa. "I was cold, bro."

"You coulda put some clothes on," I said. He grinned at me, planting his
hands on his hips and proudly showing off that thick, brawny rugby bro bod,
big dick pointing proudly at me.

"You really want me to put my clothes on, little brother?"

"Fuck no," I shot back, scooting forward to grab hold of that chunky
big-brother cock of his and pull him to me. I lapped at the tip, lavishing
it with my tongue like I know he loved best, making him leak all over my
lips, smearing the thick pre all over it like syrup, before sucking the
whole hot, throbbing head of him into my mouth.

"Fuck yes, kid," he moaned, those strong hands sinking into my hair as I
worked my way down to those light pubes of his, running my hands up over
his thick, flexing quads, around back to the powerful orbs of his ass. He
murmured low, throaty, sexy things to me as I sucked on his fat juicy
piece, working it the way I had since we'd both been in high school,
carrying our hot, kinky brother-fuckbud thing over seamlessly into these
college years of ours. When his roommates went out of town, I basically
moved into his place, and we fucked and played like the horny, hungry,
happy teenagers we'd been. Just like now.

I could feel him getting close, and he used those strong hands to grip my
head, firmly but gently too, and pull me up off his spit-dripping
dick. Bending in with a sexy grin on his beard-shadowed mug, meeting my
still-dripping mouth for an intense, grunting, sloppy bro kiss. Loving his
own taste, especially from my lips and tongue, practically sucking the
brother-flavored spit out of my mouth before feeding it back to
me. Goddamn, I loved this big kinky fucker, and all the incredibly hot
things he'd showed me - well, more like awoken in me.

I broke our kiss, strands of spit still connecting our lips as we parted,
eyes hot and hungry for each other as I rolled onto my back, my own
muscled, leaner legs up in the air as he grinned and growled his
approval. Then he bent me nearly double, my knees up by my ears, climbed up
onto the couch and went to work, grazing my cleft, the insides of my cheeks
with that thick, sexy stubble, licking, lapping, slurping, spitting hot
wads of saliva onto my tight hole and rubbing them slowly in with his
tongue. Slurping away hungrily, getting me literally dripping wet, his
stubbled jaw and chin and lips glazed with his spit and my sweat. My own
big hard young cock was drooling juice all over my abs, matting my treasure
trail down as my cockhead rubbed all over my stomach from the position I
was in. I was pretty close to busting a load already, fucking Coop had
killer talent and technique, and we practiced on each other often.

I pulled him in for another hungry kiss, pigging out on each other again as
that fat, dripping cocktip of his oozed all over my hole, adding another
slick layer of natural brother lube to me as he pressed it teasingly,
expertly against me. Making me want it, making the tight ring of muscle
practically twitch with lust, itching to get my big, hunky rugby stud of a
big brother back up inside me where he belonged. He growled more low,
dirty, sexy words to me, our eyes locked and glowing with brother lust and
love for each other, for this intense thing we had between us, that I hoped
would never go away. And then he pursed his lips, and I parted mine
automatically, moaning lustily as he spat a thick, warm wad of his spit
right into my mouth. Chased it with his tongue as I moaned deeply, opening
up at the same time for his big dick to slide on home, just as natural as
could be. A little over six inches, but six thick, solid, girthy ones, the
only cock that had ever really been able to fuck me right.

I slipped my athletic legs off his shoulders and clenched them around him,
squeezing his thick, powerful trunk tight as we kissed hard, wet and deep,
just like he fucked me. Long, dripping thrusts of tongue and cock, muscular
college brother bods working together, moaning loud and urgently into our
hungry kiss, the distinct, sexy sound of his hips slapping against my
flesh. Even that dumb yellow hat he had on didn't detract from our intense,
deep brother fuck - if anything, it kind of enhanced the mood. Because it
was naturally, authentically him, just like the hot, hungry fuck he was
delivering. Classic Cooper, all the way.