Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 15:52:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Going With It

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
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it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
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*****

I was deeply conflicted about it. Not at the time last night, sinking the
length of my cock up inside him, making him grunt with effort, then moan
with pleasure, feeling the length of his big brother's thick, hard dick
throbbing so intimately inside his beautifully muscled body. The way he'd
backed that perfect ass into me, meeting my fuck thrusts, moaning my name,
told me he wasn't at all conflicted about it at the time either.

But that was last night, and as sweet a couple of hours as they had been,
as awesome as it was when he curled into my, sweat still cooling on both of
us, and feel asleep with his handsome head on my chest, in the light of
morning, it felt so wrong. The way he'd used the word `brother' last night
as he locked his muscular thighs around me before sucking the spit out of
my mouth The way I'd said it back as I made him come all over himself, then
fed it to him in thick, hot wads that he swallowed hungrily, before letting
me taste it on his lips and tongue.

I stared up the beautifully muscled length of him now, his muscular quads,
the beautiful, lightly haired globes of his young man's ass, the sculpted
muscles of his broad back. The college stud of my dreams, except he was my
little brother. Fuck, OK, partly because this hot young college stud was my
little brother.

He stirred in the morning light, stretching in a way that made my cock
tingle and thicken, watching those perfect muscles play. The sleepy grin on
his handsome, stubbled face, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me naked
and admiring his body. He slowly climbed up onto his knees and crawled over
to me, leaning in to kiss my lips, but I ducked away at the last minute,
still all conflicted inside about what we'd done. The long, flirty dance
we'd both engaged in over the years leading up to last night. The way I'd
moaned when he told me he'd wanted me like this since he was 13, the age
when I'd just started noticing him turning into a hot young man. How hard
he'd made me come when he whispered deep, intimate, taboo things about our
brotherly bond, brotherly love as I thrust up inside him.

I felt him hesitate when I turned away from the kiss, but he just delivered
it to my stubbled cheek instead, a slow, warm, soft press of his lips. Then
another, and another, a line of them, sweet and hot across my jaw, down the
side of my neck, along my shoulder, as he shifted his body up against mine,
slipping muscular arms around my torso. When he squeezed me, kissing his
way back up to my ear, I felt myself melt for him again. Just a little, but
just the beginning, too.

"Last night, bro, us," he murmured in my ear. "I wanted it too. So
bad. Like you. So it's OK, what we did. What we can keep on doing, big
bro."

I shivered all over, felt my cock arcing up again. God, I wanted all that,
and more. Wanted to taste his ass again, taste my cum inside him, feel the
pulse of his own thick young dick as it shot his load down my throat. Even
turn my own muscular ass up to him, to explore and pleasure like I'd done
to him. To feel him slide his thick brother length up into me, let him make
love to me, make me come with his big hard young cock.

He turned my head gently to him, and this time I let him kiss my lips,
returned it, moved with him. Let him take control, take his turn to make
love to his brother.

"See, bro?" he smiled. "This is right. Between us. Nobody needs to know
about it. This is just for us, big guy."

I could tell myself that he was talking me into it, but that was a lie. I'd
wanted it since I was young, too, young yet old enough to know all the
things I wanted to do to him, with him. And now, I could, if I would just
get over myself and go with it. So I sucked in a breath, and relaxed, and
smiled, and I went with it. With him. And fuck, what a sweet, hot ride it
was, even better the second time around.