Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2016 15:40:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: First Taste (my 150th story on Nifty)

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*****

"Dude... isn't that kind of... dirty?" he said, his nose wrinkling a
little.

"Only in the good way," I grinned, ruffling the back of his spiky,
still-damp hair, drawing him in to kiss. I loved the happy little noises he
let out when our tongues danced. The kid was just as much into kissing as I
was. I was hoping to show his a whole bunch of other good things two dudes
could do with, and to, each other.

"You just got out of the shower, right?" I asked.

He nodded. My arm slipped down his back, my hand coming to rest on the
fucking beautiful swell of his ass as he halfway straddled my big, naked
thigh. His ass was all creamy-smooth, firm, hard with muscle. It looked
outstanding in his baseball pants. It looked even better naked, all bubbly
and tight and juicy. I'd been having extremely dirty thoughts about it for
awhile now, and I wanted to show him just how into it, and him, I was.

He was completely bareass, after I'd worked him out of his old practice
shorts and briefs. I just had on my t-shirt, all pushed up under my pits
from where his hands had been exploring me as we made out, slow and deep,
getting to know each other as men, not just as brothers. I was having the
time of my life, and I knew there was a strong chance we could do even more
together. I was beyond ready, and I thought he might be too. I had good
instincts for that sort of thing.

"God, you're so fucking... thick," he said, in that awestruck way he had,
running his hand up the big bulge of my thigh, over the firmly padded
muscles of my stomach, then down to grasp the big, angry jut of my
cock. "All over."

"Not so bad yourself, baby bro," I grinned, kissing him some more as I
reached across to stroke his own big, hard teen dick.

I had the bigger football-player body to his tighter, trimmer baseball jock
build, but we were damn near identical cockwise - two brother dicks, big
and hard and nicely thick, cocks to be proud of. His had slipped down my
throat so easily just a few minutes ago, like it was built to slot in
there. I'd sucked him right to the brink - which didn't take much, not for
a horny teenager like him - and then backed off. I wanted to get into him
in a whole new way, one he'd never considered before. I squeezed the solid
muscle of his catcher's ass again, to remind him.

"What do you say, lil bro?" I murmured against his ear, feeling him shiver,
his hand tightening around my cock as he stroked it deeper. "Can I make you
feel good?"

"OK," he said, almost shyly, and I just had to kiss him again. He was too
cute not to.

I shifted around so I was lengthwise on the couch, then guided him up to
straddle my thighs. He jerked a little in surprise when I leaned in and
kissed each big, smooth cheek, and I had to chuckle, even as I rubbed up
and down the big muscles of his thighs to help soothe him. Slowly, I kissed
my way inwards, into the deep, shower-damp cleft of that spectacular young
ass of his. I'd been fucking around with dudes for a few years now, since
before his age, and I knew one thing above all else - i was an ass man,
through and through. And my little brother's jock butt was maybe the
ultimate prize for an ass man like me.

He smelled like Old Spice bodywash, fresh and masculine, with an earthy,
musky undertone to him. The scent of an active young dude, all that sweat
trickling down deep into the depths of his crack, the idea of it making my
mouth water even as I nuzzled in between those big smooth cheeks, and set
to work. A light kiss, almost caressing the cleft with my lips, and then a
taste. A startled noise from him, his ass tightening reflexively as I
planted my hands on his glutes and spread them a little wider, squeezing
for good measure. Then I let my tongue take over, licking long and slow up
his cleft, like it was made of ice cream. The thought of a trickle of
slow-melting ice cream running down between his cheeks gave me a deep
shiver, made my cock twitch, and when his hand wrapped round the thickness
of my shaft, it was my turn to jolt a little with surprise.

"Shit, that's nice, bro," he moaned softly, and then almost squeaked with
surprise and pleasure when I slowly dragged my tongue over the tight,
cherry pink of his little hole. Just a little trace of hair there, and
utterly perfect.

I took his squeak as encouragement - not that he could stop me now - and
focused my tongue on that hole, running it around the rim, teasing it,
licking then probing, taking my time, getting into that zone I get when
I've got a faceful of hot dude ass. Gradually he started to moan, sometimes
losing his rhythm stroking my cock, then picking it up again, slow and
smooth, making me leak even harder for him. When I made my tongue into a
point and pressed it against, and then finally into his hole, I felt drips
of precum fall onto my stomach from his cock, as he pushed his ass back
even more into my face. I growled appreciatively, squeezed those beautiful
cheeks of his, and kept pushing my tongue inside.

It was sharper in there, that particular taste of an ass - clean but musky,
the harshness of soap and something deeper. Spit was starting to drip down
my chin as I probed deeper inside of him, as deep as I could get, lapping
hungrily at his insides. Maybe one day, I might get more than my tongue up
here. Maybe that day would come sooner than either of us expected. For now,
I was perfectly happy to eat him out, get him nice and loose and sloppy,
bucking and moaning as he jerked the thickness of my superhard big brother
cock.

And then I felt it, that warm gust of breath across the slick head of my
dick. Panting, huffing, getting closer. I pushed my hips up a little, and
then felt the brush of his lips against it - surprised, and then slowly
pursing to kiss the tip. Fuck yeah, good boy, I thought to myself, because
this was a first for him too, being so up close and personal with his big
bro's cock. Then I felt it, the first tentative swipe of his tongue over
the precum-slicked sponginess of my cocktip. Then another. And
another. With a little hungry noise, half grunt, half whimper, my little
bro suddenly encased my cockhead in the wet, suckling warmth of his
mouth. I moaned all the way up inside of him, and I was sure he could feel
it echoing up into his core. He moaned in reply and slowly, sloppily,
unskilled but enthusiastic, began to suck harder on my head, his hand
finding the shaft to stroke the several inches he wouldn't be able to
swallow. Yet.

I went at his hole harder, tonguefucking him with long, wet thrusts,
grinding the point of my chin against his taint, making him buck and moan
and writhe back against me even harder, sucking on me more furiously. He
was getting better as he went along, he'd always been the learn-by-doing
type, and he was bringing me dangerously close to the edge with his
spit-dripping, tongue-swirling first attempt at a blowjob. As for me, I
could just get to the hard little swell of his prostate, if I really dug my
tongue inside of him, so I made that my target.

"Fuck!" he yelled, his ass tightening up under my hands beautifully, as he
came up off my cock in surprise. "What is that, bro?"

I could just barely see his face, sweating and flushed, staring over the
top of his ass at me, so I just winked and licked him harder, watching his
eyes flutter closed as he pressed even harder back into my face. I thanked
genetics for this long, agile tongue of mine for the thousandth time, and
licked him relentlessly as he dove back onto my cock, sucking harder and
deeper than before.

We could have gone on all night like that, but his head game was getting
stronger by the minute. Even though I'd been working on my staying power,
the knowledge that it was my sexy, studly little bro sucking so eagerly on
my piece while I munched his stellar ass out was just as powerful as the
swirling, lapping, sucking action of his mouth and tongue on my head. My
balls were tight and full, pulled up tight to my body, and I knew I had to
stop him, before he got something he wasn't ready for. Not ready for yet,
anyway.

I reached up to tap his shoulder, and when he didn't give up on my cock, I
slid my hands into his armpits and tugged on him, pulling him up and back
and off of my piece, giving a disappointed, hungry little moan as he came
up off of it with an audible pop. Reluctantly, I pulled my tongue out and
back, savoring the rich taste of him in my mouth.

"Why'd you stop, dude?" he panted, all flushed and sweaty-faced.

"`Cos you were about to make me fuckin' explode, bud," I grinned, wiping
the excess spit off my lips. "You're getting real good at that, baby
bro. Real fuckin' good."

He blushed a little, pleased at the compliment without thinking about what
he was being complimented for, which was another real encouraging sign. I
gave his ass a squeeze and he turned around, straddling me face to face,
looking at my face and lips for a long moment, like he wasn't sure... and
then he pushed in and kissed me. A moment of hesitation as my mouth opened
and my tongue flicked his, because I knew he was tasting himself on me now,
then he plunged right in, pressing his jock kid body tight to my bigger
one. My hands cupped and squeezed his ass, half-slicked with my spit, and
he ground his big, hard teen dick against mine as we plunged deeper into
our bro makeout.

"I didn't think it would feel that good, bro," he panted when we
parted. "Did I... taste OK?"

"You taste amazing, kid," I smiled, kissing him again. "Best I ever
had. The one I've wanted to do that to the most."

"For real?" he said, surprised. I just nodded, squeezing his ass gently
again.

"Do you like doing... y'know... all those other things to a dude's ass?" he
said, with the cutest blush on his handsome young face. I grinned up at
him, nodding slowly.

"Would you like me to show them to you, baby bro?" I asked, giving his
beautiful glutes a deeper squeeze that turned into a slow stroke. I felt
him push that ass back into my big ballplayer's paws, and smiled
wider. This was turning into one hell of a day, and it had only just got
started.

He didn't nod, or speak, just leaned in to kiss me, nice and slow and
deep. Our cocks throbbed together, juicing all over each other as we slowly
thrust up against one another. That was my answer. All the answer I
needed. I pushed up on the firm plates of his pecs, gently, and he moved
with me as I lifted my ass up off the couch. I pulled him into my arms,
loving the way he looked up at me almost worshipfully as I loomed over him,
and kissed him some more, giving his glutes more of those deep,
appreciative squeezes.

"Why don't we go on back to my room, baby bro," I murmured against his
lips. "See what we can get into. I think you'll like what I got to show
you. A lot."

"You'll go easy on me, right?" he said, an edge of nerves in his voice as
he reached down to give my big cock a slow stroke. I knew what he was
thinking, and I knew just how to ease his mind. It started with relaxing
his ass, and I was real eager to get back to doing that.

"Trust me, dude," I murmured back. "Treating an ass like yours right is
about the easiest thing in the world. C'mon. Let me show you."

I took his hand, loving the way he laced his fingers into mine and
squeezed, like he used to do when we were little kids, and I led him to my
bedroom to give him his first taste of everything else.