Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2016 15:12:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Executive Decision

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It was pure luck that we both wound up at the same conference, and I know
Pete was looking forward to it as much as I was. Made it hard to
concentrate, sitting on the hard chairs in various ballrooms, listening to
speakers drone on about this and that, knowing he was in the same building,
if not the same room. We'd sit next to each other, knees bumping, thighs
brushing innocuously through our pants, cutting eyes at each other. He had
that hungry, eager twinkle in his eye, and right on the first day, after a
morning of shared glances, chance meetings in the hotel halls, we both said
fuck it and cut the rest of the day. Smiling big at each other as we rode
up to my floor in the elevator.

"How's Susie and the kids?" I asked casually, waiting for the other
passengers to get the fuck off the elevator so we could get at it, and each
other.

"Good, good," Pete said, his little finger slowly sliding up and down the
side of my hand between us. "Connor's shaping up to be a fine pitcher, and
Max is going out for football in the fall. How's your bunch doing?"

"Ah, you know, three women in the house," I said, rolling my eyes as I
shifted my hand behind him and cupped the big, firm mound of his ass. Good
thing we were in the back of the elevator car. "This next one better be a
boy, or I'm gonna scream."

We kept up the light patter as we walked quickly down the hall to my room,
and the door wasn't even closed before we were all over each other. Pete
was even hungrier for this than I was, if that was possible, and he
practically ripped my shirt open to get at my chest with his hands, then
his lips. I wasn't as cut or bulky as I'd been back in the day, but I kept
in good shape, still built like the jock I once was. Pete made a hungry
noise as he rubbed his handsome face through the blond-brown fur covering
my pecs and fanning down the solid, if less-defined muscles of my
stomach. I busied myself pulling his shirt and undershirt up over his head,
while he fumbled with my belt, got my trousers undone, and stripped them
down my legs.

"Nice fuckin' undies, baby bro," he growled, palming the epic bulge in my
white briefs, leaning in to tongue my stiff nip before coming up to kiss
me, hard and wet and avid. I chuckled at the absurdity of being in my
mid-30s and being called baby anything, but damn it felt good to have my
brother pawing at me, kissing me, sucking hungrily on my tongue again.

"Bet you'll like what's in `em even more, bro," I growled, and he attacked
my tongue with his again as he slid his hand down my stomach, over the fur
fanning across it, then dipped it inside to feel the hot, pulsing tube of
my cock. Just about seven inches, thicker than him, thick as hell for him
right now as we kissed deep and wet once again. The cool touch of his
wedding ring along the heated shaft of my little brother cock just made me
moan even harder around his tongue.

"Let's get these fucking pants off you, bro," I muttered, yanking at his
belt as he eagerly helped in the process. Our mouths came together as I
grabbed hold of the big tent in his boxer briefs, and together we rubbed
and stroked and sucked tongues and swapped spit, pants pooled around our
ankles, before yanking our feet out of them and wrestling our way towards
the big hotel bed.

"Fuck, kid, been thinking of this ever since Myrtle Beach," he moaned. I
had too. That had been an incredible week - Pete had flexed some of his
copious loyalty points to score an extra room down on the second floor of
the hotel our families were staying at, and we'd snuck down there to play
and fuck and reconnect whenever our wives and kids were gone more than half
an hour. It took me back to the old days, back at home, sneaking around
while our parents were none the wiser, apparently unaware that their
teenage sons had something hot, heavy and very dirty going on with each
other.

"You got no idea, man," I panted back. "Still jack it thinking about you
sucking my fuckin' cock right there on the balcony that night. Miracle I
managed to get Nicole pregnant again, all the fuckin' cum you sucked out of
me that trip, bro."

Pete was hunching his big bulge against mine, and we were soaking our
undies for each other bigtime now as our limbs entwined and we grappled,
groped, thrust, swapped spit. I'd never been as into anyone as I was into
him, since I was 15, and the fact that we'd kept it going these past 20
years, kept the fires burning like they did for each other, was amazing to
me - amazing, and hot as fuck. Don't get me wrong, I loved my wife and my
kids, knew he felt just the same about his, but I'd loved him longer. This
was different - deeper. We both needed it, needed each other.

"Not just sucked out of you, you hot little fuck," he growled, biting my
lower lip playfully as he wriggled against me. "Damn near got me pregnant,
baby bro."

"Yeah, you wanna try and make me a daddy again, big brother?" I growled,
yanking his soaked underwear down, exposing that big - though not quite as
big as me - leaking cock, his juices smearing through the manly hair of our
stomachs. Tugged them down his long, ex-jock thighs as he started to work
mine off me as well.

"Fucking do it, little brother," he growled back, opening up to take my
tongue even as my throbbing, dripping cockhead pushed against the tight,
hairy ring of his hole. Pushed, met that first little bit of resistance,
and then he opened right up to me, finding that stretch, that ease with me
we'd had more than half our lives now. The ultimate fuckbuddies. Best
friends, brothers, lovers. I hoped this would never end. I knew he wanted
the same thing. And now we had a whole week in the same city, the same
hotel, the same bed to explore it some more. I got to fucking my big
brother just the way I knew he liked best, making him moan the way only I
could, and I knew we'd be skipping a whole lot more sessions downstairs for
some much more interesting sessions together in bed.