Date: Tue, 1 May 2007 23:40:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew James <gaygreenstang@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going Home - Part 1

Going Home - Part 1
(Incest, M/t)

This story depicts a 19 year old and his 15-year-old
brother.

As always, this is a work of fiction that comes from my
beautiful mind.  If you have any problems with the subject
matter then I suggest you do not read it.  Remember I do not
condone nor do I suggest you try this at home.  Certified
stunt drivers, wearing protection, performed all stunts on a
closed course.

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It had been the longest year - or so it seemed.  I was about
to complete my freshman year at Georgia Tech in Atlanta.
Even though Atlanta was a REALLY great place, it was nothing
like home.  Hell, it wasn't even close to anything like
home.  I grew up in the Mississippi Delta in a TINY little
place called Ruleville with a population just a hair over
three thousand country folks - like myself.  It's located
just outside of Greenwood and just about the smallest place
in the state.  Needless to say that Atlanta was THE largest
place that I had ever been to in my life.  So there I was
waiting on the Greyhound bus to whisk me back to my
hometown.  I had just turned 19 the week before and was
really excited about getting to head back home.  Being from
a basically poor farm family, I didn't have much money and
so wasn't able to go home at all during the school year.
It's a bit of a funny feeling having to spend Christmas all
alone in a city full of strangers.  But that's a bit of how
life goes.

It felt like I spent an entire month on the damned bus but
alas it was more like ten or twelve hours, counting all the
stops it made along the way.  I had been listening to my mp3
player and thumbing through a magazine I had picked up at
the last stop when I happened to look out the window and
realized that I recognized the scenery!  I was ALMOST home!
The excitement I felt was beyond words.  And finally I saw
the tiny little bus depot.  Only there seemed to be a lot of
folks around that day.  Then I saw it.  My dad and my
brother David had the biggest "Welcome Home Mark!" banner
you could imagine strung across the side of one of our
cattle trailers.  That's when it hit me that ALL of those
folks were there to welcome me home!  My parents, my
brother, my friends from high school that had stayed behind
at community college, even some of my high school teachers
were there too!

To the casual observer, I could have been a rock star
stepping out of my tour bus when the cheers and claps
started to ring in my ears.  I was immediately hoisted onto
two of my football buddies shoulders and wormed through the
crowd towards my family.  After being ceremoniously dropped
onto the hood of my dad's old ford, I realized that looking
into all of these smiling faces I was expected to SAY
something!  Oh hell they wanted me to give a speech or
something!!!  All I could do was stumble and mumble through
some sort of "glad to be home..thanks for being here.."
Jargon that made no sense to me and probably not to many of
them either but they listened politely.  My mom took the
pressure off of me by announcing to the crowd that I was a
little tired after all that traveling and that I needed to
get home and get settled back into my routine.  Then the
announcement."we would like to remind everyone about the
barbecue and bonfire tonight out at the farm for Mark's
welcome home party..be sure to come out!!!"

Country folks can be some of the most gracious and heartfelt
people on the planet.  Looking around and speaking to a few
of my closer friends I made plans for meeting up with
everyone later at our farm.  We all had to get caught up
with what was happening in everyone's lives.  Dad and my
brother David had been loading my bags into the bed of the
truck so my mom and I went ahead and got in.  Just like old
times, dad would be behind the wheel, mom in the front
passenger seat, me directly behind her and David behind my
dad.  Mom and I were jabbering up a storm when Dad and David
finally climbed into their seats.  I was so caught up in the
moment that I never really paid that close of attention to
David.  Don't get me wrong, we were very close and talked
almost every week the entire year that I was gone, but we
hadn't really seen each other since I left home.  Let's
see.I always have to do the math on this one.David is two
years and eleven months younger than me.  That means he's
16.  No, wait.his birthday isn't for almost a month after
mine so he's still 15 (almost 16).  Anyways, we were riding
in the back seat and the folks in the front seat just
shootin' the breeze about all sorts of stuff when I realized
that my mom was beating around the bush.  She and I have
always had this sixth sense between us and I could always
tell when she was fibbing or trying to steer clear of
something.  I was trying to politely butt in when I noticed
that David was blushing just a bit and that he was doing
everything to avoid my eyes.

"Mom, what are you not telling me?"

"What on earth do you mean dear?"

"Mom, you know that I know something's up so why not just
get it out in the open before we get home?"

"Well you know how I started doing all that sewing for that
little shop in Greenwood just before you left?"

"Sure, I remember.Ms Pickens place."

"Well as it turns out, we've been doing a lot of business
together and now I have so many special orders that I had to
expand my operations so to speak?"

And with that I could see that the side of her face and her
neck were turning red.  I was beginning to not like the way
that this was going for me.  Add to that the fact that my
dad was staring straight ahead at the road like he was
flying a jet or something and David just kept staring out
the window.  That's when it hit me.

"You turned my room into a sewing place didn't you Mom?!?"

"Now honey..it's helped your dad and I in so many ways and
it's made us more money than we ever would have thought.."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?!..on the floor?!?!"  Hello I
was nineteen but I do believe that I started to pout at the
given moment.

"Well David and I figured you could share his room!"  She
blurted out with almost too much excitement.

She had it all figured out.  My room was gone for good as
far as I was concerned and now I had to share my brother's
room with him.  I began to wonder if he was still playing
with toys or not.  Basically the rest of the trip home was
in absolute silence that wasn't broken until we left the
paved road and entered our dirt driveway.  I could hear the
familiar change in the hum of the tires and the THUMP,
THUMP, THUMP as we crossed over the cattle guards that kept
our herd from wandering down the driveway.  As Dad parked
the truck I started grabbing for my stuff out of the back
bed.  David had already grabbed some of my stuff and started
heading in towards the house.  I followed him down to his
room and almost fell out in shock.  When I left his room had
been full of toys, posters from years gone by and youthful
whatnot.  Now it was painted a more grown up shade of green
with a rug on the floor and some actual pictures hanging on
the wall instead of those cheesy posters.  Now for the next
two things that I noticed - first, there was only a queen
bed in the center of the opposite wall of his room and
second, there was my old weight bench sitting in the corner.
As I dropped my stuff on the floor I glanced a little closer
at the weights hanging on the weight bench and realized that
he had almost 200 pounds on the bar bell.

"Hey David, you know you don't have to store the weights on
the bar bell, don't you?"

"I know Mark, the rest of the weights are on the floor under
the bed."

"Yeah right.you're telling me that you lift 200 pounds?!"

My brother David then lifted up his arms, pumping them just
a bit, and flexed his biceps, saying "every morning before I
go out and do my chores!"

This little pipsqueak that I used to play GI Joe with just a
few years ago was now lifting weights and had the "guns" to
prove it.  Once again I noticed that my brother had this
look on his face and was turning a bit red while shifting
from foot to foot.

"What's up Davie?  Something wrong?"

I had called him Davie since he was little.  I usually
called him Dave but once in while when something was wrong
or he really needed my help I usually called him Davie.

"No, I'm fine.  I just wanted to .. Well I .."

"What is it Davie..just spit it out."

"I know that you probably aren't too happy about having to
share my room for the summer and I'm sorry, it was Mom's
idea.  But, I was going to make a palette on the floor so
you can have the bed."

"A palette for what Davie?"

"Well to sleep on.at night.you know so you don't have to
share the bed with your little brother."  he was nervous
because he was toeing the carpet with the tip of his shoes.

"Davie, as long as you don't mind sharing your bed with your
big brother, I don't expect you to sleep on a palette all
summer long!  If anyone sleeps on the floor it should be me,
not you!  I'm the one that's been off to college and came
back to invade my little brother's space."

"Well, I don't mind ..really I don't Mark..after all we've
slept in the same bed many times growing up..especially when
we went to Grandma's house"

"Great, then it's settled..neither one of us is sleeping on
the floor."

We spent a little while getting my stuff settled into his
room.  He had even cleared me some space in his dresser
drawers and in his closet for my stuff.  He really was a
thoughtful little brother.  It started getting late and
David headed out to finish up some chores on the farm.  I
decided I had better take a shower and get some clean
clothes on before the whole town showed up for the barbecue.
Nothing brings a group of folks together like the prospect
of food, especially when it's really good barbecue!

After I got out of the shower and got dressed I headed out
to the barn.  I could see smoke rising from the far side of
it so I knew where they had set up the barbecue pits.
Coming around the corner of the barn I was surprised to see
half of the town already there waiting for me.  There was
even a flat bed trailer set up as a stage and a local blue-
grass band was setting up their instruments.  Man it felt
great to be home again.

That night I got to fill my stomach full of lots of home
cooking.  Country folks take pride in what they fix (that's
"cook" to you non-country folk) and anytime you have a cook-
out they are bound to bring a "little something" from home
so it becomes this great big feast!  I also got to reunite
with a lot of my buddies from high school.  We sat around
the bon-fire and shot the shit for what seemed like all
hours of the night.  Then all at once I realized that I was
tired.  I was just so wore out that I HAD to get some sleep.
It was around that time that David had appeared at my side.

"You about ready to head to bed?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just got so tired all of a sudden" I replied.

"Yeah my too..I got chores in the morning and stuff.."

"Hey I'll help you with those chores, it'll be just like old
times!"  I grinned at him.

We split off, him heading one way and me the other.  I
hadn't been in his room too long and was rooting around in
the drawers trying to lie out my clothes for the next
morning.  We grew up that way, you never knew when you might
have to go nurse a sick calf or help a neighbor herd
something back home in the middle of the night so you always
kept your clothes at the ready for the next day.  That
little trick even helped in college because you could sleep
in an extra 5 or 10 minutes every morning if you already
knew what you were planning to wear.  So I laid out my
clothes on the back of David's desk chair pulled off my
shirt.  I had just unbuckled my jeans when I heard a throat
clearing behind me.

"Hey David, you fixin to go to be too?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm beat.  Just got to get my clothes ready for
tomorrow."

And with that he began to set out his clothes in the same
manner as I had and he even laid them with mine on the back
of the chair.  That's when I noticed that he had pulled out
the same clothes that I had just before he came in.
Apparently he noticed as well because he looked over
grinning at me saying that we thought alike.  We had both
laid out a white t-shirt, denim overalls, socks, and
underwear.

I just grinned back and said, "yep, great minds think
alike!"

As all of this was happening I had begun to remove my jeans.
That left me standing in my heather gray jockey briefs.  As
I turned around I saw David pulling his shirt over his head
with his back to me. He was not the soft little brother that
he had been when I left for college just a year ago.  He had
a very well sculpted back and very trim waistline.  With his
back still to me, he unsnapped his jeans and let them slide
down his legs.  Then bending over to pull his feet free of
the pants, he was giving me a full view of his cloth-covered
ass.  He wore the exact same type of jockeys that I wore
except his were red.  Looking at my brother he looked as if
he had really grown a lot in the past year.  I realized that
I had been staring at my brother's ass for longer than a
brother should and mentally registered that it was time to
get into the bed.  Especially when I realized that for some
reason, I was beginning to chub up just a bit down below.
For some reason I still wanted to watch him so I slid under
the sheets but stayed facing the other side of the bed where
he was standing.  He finally turned around, and pulled the
sheets up to slide in as well.  It did not escape my
attention that my brother had a nice sized bulge in the
pouch of his jockeys.  He lay grinning at me for a few
moments so we started this brotherly dialogue while
beginning to catch up on different things.  It soon became
obvious that we both needed some sleep so he sat up to turn
off the light.  Somehow I hadn't figured out that the lamp
was on my side of the bed so when he sat up to turn it off,
he had to stretch over me in order to reach it.  After the
complete darkness fell into the room he shifted back to
where he had been laying in the bed.  However during that
brief moment where his upper body and hand had to get back
to his side of the bed, his nipple had grazed my shoulder
and his hand my side.  It sent goose bumps from my head to
my toes.

After the briefest pause he said, "I'm glad your home Mark"
and he leaned toward me in the dark, his warm breath on my
face and kissed my cheek.

This wasn't a real shock because we had always been
affectionate.  My dad always said that his dad didn't show
him any affection and he didn't want us to grow up thinking
that he didn't love us.  So we were always a huggie, peck on
the cheek type family.  But since I had just been admiring
his ass in his tight red jockeys, I felt a bit strange about
such an innocent kiss.

All through the night I had dreams that were both sexually
satisfying and completely nerve racking.  They each involved
my brother and his tight red jockeys.  And in each one I was
doing different things to or with my brother that 99 percent
of brothers would never do to each other.  This wasn't the
first time that I had had gay feelings and in fact I had
acted on some of those feelings while in Atlanta. But I had
never seen my brother as anything more than a brother.  When
I awoke it was still dark out so I knew that it wasn't time
to quite get up.  The fact that the rooster's weren't
crowing yet was a good sign as well.  A common misconception
is that rooster's crow at sunrise.  But anyone who's ever
lived on a farm will quickly tell you that a rooster can
crow up to an hour before the damned thing comes up.  So
that in itself told me that it was still pretty early.  I
reached down to adjust myself and felt a wet spot in my
jockeys.  I've always been a heavy leaker when it comes to
pre-cum and anytime I had a lot of fore play or sexual
dreams, I would end up with a huge wet-spot.  As I adjusted
my fairly stiff cock I became aware that I was on my back
and my brother was curled up to my right side just like we
did when we were kids.  Only this time, my kid brother had a
very hard cock pressed against the side of my hip.  Add
insult to injury, my right arm was pinned between us but
laying on the mattress.  So he was cuddling up to my side
with my arm under his left side and my hand under his hip.
Now I was fully awake!  I couldn't even imagine sleeping.
He was stunningly handsome, well toned, and very hard in ALL
the right places and was curled up to me like a long lost
lover.  I was beyond thought and borderline of passing out
from too many thoughts running through my head.  While I was
lying there contemplating all of this he shifted in his
sleep just enough to slide his arm fully across my chest and
kissed my shoulder.  But at the same time he was snoring so
I knew that he was completely asleep.

I was caught between fear and absolute lust.  I could have
flipped him over and taken his cock in my mouth right then
and there, but I couldn't.  After all he was my brother.
After great will power I finally fell back asleep.  The next
time I awoke was to the crowing outside the bedroom window
with just a bit of sun peeping in under the curtained
window.

Thump.  Clank.  Heavy breathing.  I sat straight up in the
bed and looked over to the corner.

"Hey Davie.  What time is it?"

"It's already 5:15 sleepy head!"

"Man of all the things I missed it wasn't getting up this
early!"

"Tell me about it but you know Dad and his rules about
chores."

"Yeah, but that's not until 6 so why are you up?" I asked
while thinking about going back to sleep.
"Because I like to work out before I go do my chores.  It
helps to wake me up."

I finally finished sitting up all the way, leaning against
my brother's headboard while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I guess he had been working out in the dark so he wouldn't
wake me up.  But as the sun had continued to gradually peep
more and more into the room I saw what had skipped my
attention earlier.

"Davie?"

Push.  Grunt.  Heavy breathing.  "Yeah Mark?"

"Do you always work out in just your briefs?"

He stopped in mid lift like a deer caught in headlights, "do
you mind?  I don't really like to sweat up a pair of shorts
when I about to take a shower anyways."

"Nah it doesn't bother me, I was just wondering what Mom and
Dad say about it?"

"They don't ever come in here as long as I'm out of here by
6."

"Oh, well that's good I guess that they give you some
privacy."

At some point during this conversation, with me leaning
against the headboard and David lying on the weight bench,
my hand had made contact with my jockey covered cock and was
lightly stroking it back and forth.  I yanked my hand out
quickly enough to almost make a scene.

"Davie, do you mind if I take my shower while you finish
with that?"

"Sure go ahead.  I got you a bottle of that shampoo and body
wash that you used to like."

He really was a nice kid brother.  He even remembered my
favorite brands and scents.  It was in the shower that I
noticed my cock was still hard and begging to be stroked.  I
listened for a moment and seeing as how the coast was clear,
I thought why not?

I took my cock in my hand and started to work it back and
forth.  I leaned against the smooth tile wall and ran
through some of my favorite jack-off material.  That's when
I saw a pair of red jockey's in my mind.  Only they were
hugging the hips of my brother.  He was hard.  He was
rubbing his hand up and down his cock.  He was licking his
lips and biting his lower lips.  He was begging me with his
eyes to come and suck his cock.  In my mind I dropped to my
knees.  I pulled him under the showerhead and got his red
jockeys soaked.  I sucked and licked his fat mushroom head
through the red fabric.  I sucked his pre-cum out of his
fabric.  I skinned his briefs down his legs and had the most
beautiful cock hit me in the face.  I don't remember having
a cock so beautiful and perfect attached to my body when I
was only 15.  In my mind I imagined him grabbing my hair and
pulling my face into his crotch.  I imagined him fucking
that beautiful cock in and out of my mouth.  Filling my
entire mouth with nothing but hard teen cock.  In my mind he
was incredible.  Then I imagined the head getting bigger and
filling my throat.  Then it happened..I shot my cum all over
the door to the shower.  I was completely spent and limp
while my cum was oozing down the shower door.  That's not
all.   There was movement outside the shower door.  Through
the obscure glass it was a blob of tanned flesh on top of
tanned flesh with a single red strip somewhere in the
middle.  I rinsed quickly and shut off the water.  I cracked
the door open grabbing my towel from the towel bar and
wrapped it around my waste.  As I stepped out, Davie was
standing at the sink with his back to me brushing his teeth.
When our eyes made contact in the mirror he quickly looked
away but I saw the tinge of pink that had crept into his
face and neck.  Leaving the bathroom I looked back over my
shoulder to his crotch noticing his bulge was more than
ample.  I went back to "our" room donning my new jockeys, my
overalls, and my white t-shirt.  While eating breakfast with
my parents, David came in in the exact outfit I had own.
Only he and I knew that the only difference was the color of
our jockeys.  We headed out to one of the old trucks and I
was a little taken back when Davie climbed into the driver's
seat and pulled the keys from above the visor.

"Um, aren't you a bit young to drive?" I asked while
standing by the driver's door waiting for him to give up the
seat.  After all I was the 19 year old college student and
he was hot as hell but only 15 (at least for a another few
weeks).

"How the hell do you think I go do my chores in the back
pasture?!  Dad's been letting me drive since you left."

Seeing as how I was the older, bigger brother I could have
pushed the issue with him and made him slide over in the
seat.  But I quickly thought it over deciding to go along
for the ride.  Mom had packed us a lunch so I knew that they
didn't expect us back until late afternoon.  And my dad was
not the prying type.  He sent you to do something with the
assumption that you were man enough to do it.  And if you
didn't do it there would be hell to pay.  Therefore we would
have the entire day to ourselves.

Farm life had its interesting moments but shoveling cow
manure out of a barn at 6:30 in the morning wasn't one of
them.  By 8 am we had finished with the barn and were
heading over to another pasture where some troughs needed
repair work done to them.  When we got there, David parked
the truck under an old tree to help keep it shaded for later
use.  As he was getting out he slipped the straps of his
overalls off of his shoulders.  Then he pulled the shirttail
of his t-shirt out and with a double-crossing of his arms he
pulled it up and over his head.  Today he had on a pair of
green jockey briefs and the top edge of them were peeking
out of the top of where his bibs had fallen around his
waist.

As he turned looking at me he slung his t-shirt over the
side mirror on the truck saying, "you should take your shirt
off too city boy.  You sure did loose your tan while you
were in Hotlanta!"

I remarked that it wasn't such a bad idea while removing my
t-shirt as well. I wandered around to the driver's side of
the truck where he was standing and slung my t over the
mirror on top of his.  That's when I noticed he hadn't put
his straps back over his shoulders yet.  That's when I
decided to have a little fun.

"Hey cow polk who YOU calling a CITY BOY?!?!"  With that I
yanked his bibs down, basically "pantsing" him, and quickly
leaned over while throwing him over my shoulder.  With that
I started to spin around with him draped over my shoulder
while popping him on the ass.

"Huh?!?!?!   I said who you calling a City Boy?"  And just
like being kids again, he was giggling and yelling uncle.

"Uncle?!  Who you yelling uncle at Davie?!  I haven't even
started to tickle you yet!"

I carried him over to the barn and basically dropped us both
down in the hay.  With me, fully clothed, and him in his
tight, sexy green jockeys with his bib overalls down around
his ankles.  Comically he couldn't have escaped if he had
wanted to because by this point his bibs had gotten all
tangled up in his legs and work boots.  I pinned him down in
the hay and straddled his hips while running my fingertips
under his armpits and down his ribs.  When I began to get
the response I was looking for, I attacked his stomach area
and his sides as well.

"Uncle, uncle...unc...uncle!!!!!!!!!!"

"I'm sorry Davie I can't hear you through all that
laughter!" I shot back.

It was just like when we were kids again.  Only this time my
kid brother sprung a boner.  And so did I.

I decided to lift up off of him but not completely.  Instead
I leaned back settling my ass right on his hard cock.  I
figured why not make him a little bit uncomfortable.  He
looked up at me with this beautiful smile on his face.  It
was at the very instant I knew that I wanted to kiss him.
On the lips.  With my tongue.

I was now the one that was uncomfortable.  I was no longer
sure who had the control over whom.  With that I hopped up
and got back to work.  He stood up watching me for a few
moments.  I caught what looked like sadness and maybe even
rejection in his face.  He took a few more moments trying to
get his overalls fixed and finally got his straps slipped
back over his shoulders.  Was he having the hots for me like
I was for him or was he realizing that his big brother was a
big queer?

The rest of the morning went really slowly.  I got a lot of
grunts and one word answers up until lunch.  By the time we
sat on the tailgate, I was about ready to slug him into a
good mood whether he wanted to be in a good mood or not.
For lunch I pulled off my work boots and socks.  Then I
decided to test the water, so to speak, and pulled my straps
off of my shoulders once again.  While trying to engage him
in conversation I pulled my t-shirt off once again and laid
it in the bed of the truck.  After a while I noticed that he
was casually glancing towards me ever so often.  I decided
to test some more water.

"How long you been working with my old weights?"

"Since you left and Mom said she was going to put them into
the barn to store them.I figured you wouldn't mind if I used
them." A few moments of silence past and he added the
question, "you didn't mind that was using them did you?" as
he looked at the ground.

"Of course not!  You're my brother, why would I mind.
Besides it looks like you've been doing a lot of work with
them!"

At that his face brightened and like a little kid he peeped,
"you noticed?!"  then he blushed bright red and stared off
at the ground.

"Of course I noticed! I left a runt and came home to a
thorough bred of a brother."

"You wanna see `em?!" he blurted out then blushed even
deeper red.

"Your muscles?" I asked.

"I was just kidding.."

"No I would love to check..I mean look at your muscles..." I
stumbled through as a reply.

"Ok.if you really want to.." He mumbled as he sat there.

"Davie?"

"Yeah"

"Why don't you pull your shirt off so I can get  a look at
them?"

He looked up at me, then looked around like someone else
might be looking.  He slowly pulled the straps from his bibs
off his shoulders and lowered them to his side.  With
another quick look around he pulled his shirt over his head
and laid it in his lap.  Now I thought that this whole thing
was so adorable on his part.  After all, he had been pumping
iron when I woke up while wearing only his red jockeys and
nothing else.  Now he was looking around all sheepish like
while slowly undressing in front of his big brother.  I was
looking with my eyes wide open afraid I would miss even a
single detail of his perfect body.  Then without thinking I
reached out and touched his chest.  He jumped like I had
shocked him.  That was enough to bring back down to earth.
I pulled my hand back.  Again he had that sad look of
rejection on his face.  I decided to bite the bullet and
touched his chest again.  That time he seemed to have melted
at my touch and that goofy grin I loved so much of his
spread across his entire face.

He looked at the ground and mumbled something.  I was so
engrossed in the heat of his chest under the palm of my hand
that I missed what he said.

"I'm sorry Davie I didn't get that?"

"I said do you like it?"

"Yeah, Davie you've got a really nice chest on you and great
abs too."

"Thanks, I wanted the body you had so I worked really hard
to get it."

I was surprised that he had even thought about my body.  I
never realized that he wanted to be so much like me.  I
scooted closer to him on the tailgate and let my hands
explore his chest, shoulders, back, arms, and stomach.  Then
I got brave and tweaked a nipple as my hand grazed by it.
He looked at me with those deep blue eyes he has and I
realized again that I had this overwhelming urge to kiss
him.  I never got the chance because he kissed me first.

I didn't expect it because I was so consumed with my own
urge to kiss him that I missed it coming.  When I didn't
respond he pulled back muttering that he was sorry.  I
quickly placed my hand under his chin and lifted his face so
I could look into his eyes.

"Davie, don't ever be sorry..whatever you want from me I'm
here for you." And with that I leaned in and kissed my
brother.  Not as a brotherly kiss but as a new lover finding
their soul mate.  I held his head in my hands as I began to
kiss his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his neck, his
eyelids..if I could kiss it on his face then I did.

All of my passion poured out of me in an instant and I knew
that I wanted to be with my brother.  I stood up while still
kissing him and pulled him into a standing position.  While
continuing the kiss, I pushed his overalls off of his pert
ass and let them slide down his legs.  At that point I broke
our kiss and slid down his body.  I admired his legs muscles
and his bare feet.  I complemented him on his body and
looking up into his deep blue eyes I grazed the edge of the
waistband of his jockeys.  With a simple smile from him I
began to slide them down his firm legs.  His cock was as
beautiful if not more beautiful than my dream had revealed.
Hanging off the very tip was a drop of pre-cum.  Without any
hesitation or thought on my part I leaned forward swiping my
tongue along the tip to gather his essence of teen nectar.
It was as sweet as my own pre-cum so taking the plunge I
sucked his cock into my mouth and began nursing it like in
my dream.  I ran my hands up and down his firm legs and taut
ass while bobbing up and down on his hard teen cock.  At
some point his hands found their place on my head as he
began to slowly fuck my mouth.  At first with slow precise
movements later followed by fast rough movements.  The more
I moaned in pleasure the quicker he learned what I liked.  I
eventually took his hands and curled his fingers into my
hair while tugging a little on them.  He took that cue
instantly and pulled on my hair while basically deep
throating his cock into my mouth.  It wasn't long before his
breathing turned into panting and I knew that he was on the
verge.  I grabbed his ass, fucked my mouth faster, and
increased the amount of attention I was putting onto his
cock.  I stroked the full length with my mouth while
stroking the underside with my tongue.  I even took a second
or two to let it slide all the way to the fat mushroom head
so I could suck out some pre-cum.  With a few more deep,
tight strokes and lots of moans from David I heard him
mumble.

"Mark I'm gonna cum!"

I increased my pace even faster and looked into his eyes.
He knew and I knew that I was about to eat his teen cum
load.  Without any further question or warning, his mushroom
head flared in my mouth and shot the first shot onto the
roof of my mouth, then my entire mouth was flooded with his
cum.  It was warm, and more sweet than salty.  I swallowed
every bit of my teen brothers load.  With complete and utter
bliss on his face, he collapsed onto the tailgate of the
truck panting.  Then he uttered the most wonderful music to
my ears.

"I love you Mark."

"I love you more than you will ever know Davie."

"I doubt that Mark but do you think you can show me how much
you love me tonight?  In our bed?"

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several parts so hopefully the next part will come out in
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