Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2016 11:47:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Hesitation

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*****

He hesitated again, just as he was getting ready to tug his briefs
down. His cock was big, thick, half-hard from the intense, physical makeout
session we'd just had. He'd pulled himself off me, given me that lusty,
animalistic stare I loved, and made to yank his shorts down and let that
big, thick, helmet-headed dick of his out for me to work on. But he
hesitated.

"Fuck, buddy," he half-moaned. "I dunno man, maybe..."

I smiled at him, scooted back on his big bed, spread my muscled thighs a
little wider. I knew how I probably looked, I'd just worked out this
morning, so I was feeling pretty damn good about the picture I was
presenting to him. He licked his lips, watching me slip my hand into the
hyper-tented pouch of my trunks. Fondling my own big, thick dick. Showing
him how right this was between us.

"Dude, fuck, just come here," I said with a chuckle. I curled up and
reached for him, pulling him closer, between my thick younger thighs,
tugging gently on his grey briefs. Giving him that little-brother smile I
just knew would work on him. it was genuine, me and my big brother were
good buds, but I wanted him too. Had ever since last time, both of us at
home for Christmas, the way he crept into my old childhood bedroom and
kissed me in my old bed. Like we'd done as teenagers. And through
college. And still now. While his girlfriend slept in the guest room
downstairs.

She wasn't his girlfriend any more, he was as single as me, and our bros
lunch had gone swimmingly. We didn't have to talk about the sex, our deep,
physical bond of over a decade now. I felt like it was just there, implied,
as natural as our shared eye color, our dark hair, our similar features. We
could just be brothers, and let the other stuff take care of itself.

It had, after one knee-bump too many under the table at the bar. The last
one lingering as we grinned at each other over our pint glasses. His place
was a short ride away, and once the door was locked and we were kicked back
on his sofa with a bottle of beer each, we let it flow. The kissing was
sensual, intense, deep, like he'd taught me to do years ago. One of his
discoveries about the things guys can do, which he'd eagerly shared with me
growing up. Lots of grinning, soft laughter, deep moans. The slow, deep,
wet exchange of tongue between two dudes. No need to rush it - it was
always better when we played longer games.

An hour later, here we were, on the bed where he'd tried and failed to make
a succession of straight relationships work. They'd all come and gone, but
I was still here, with him, still his little brother, and maybe he was too
conflicted about that again. The remorse wasn't unusual for him, but he
always got over it, and got with me. I was determined that it would't be
any different this time.

I pushed up, leaning up to kiss him, rubbing his strong pec. Eyes open,
looking into his. He kissed me back, slow and sweet, deepening, and I knew
we were gonna be OK again. The briefs slipped easily down his lean hips,
his strong runner's ass, down his firm thighs, and that big heavy dick
swayed out, hardening as it went. I felt it against the muscles of my
stomach as I rose up into our kiss, slipped my arms around him, and pulled
him down onto the bed with me.

"So fuckin' right," he moaned lustily a short while later, his big
greased-up dick sliding smooth and bare in and out of my tight hole. I
locked my thighs around him, holding him close and tight, working my ass on
his big dick, doing my best to make it the best for him. The way he looked
in my eyes told me it was working. That intense look, more intense over the
years, as this kept happening between us. I wondered if his ex-girlfriends
got that look when they were with him.

"Fuck yeah it's right, big bro," I moaned back, loving the horny look he
gave me when I called him that. "Always has been, since day one, bro."

"Yeah, little bro?" he grinned, corkscrewing that big dick in me. "Couldn't
help myself, you hot little motherfucker. Too damn cute."

"You never gotta worry about that, brother," I panted. "Never gotta hold it
back with me. Fuckkkk... wish we could have this all the time."

His eyes got all fiery, and he really started to fuck me then. I'd hit a
nerve, one I'd suspected he had for some time. I grinned, moaned as he hit
all the right spots inside me, like he'd learned to do since he was 17.

"Maybe we could, baby brother," he panted huskily, staring intently into my
eyes. "You and me, all the time..."

"Fuck yeah, together, big brother," I moaned back, and that did him in. All
his muscles tensed up, beautifully, all gleaming with sweat under his
natural fur, and I felt him throb extra-hard inside me. The half-imagined
feeling of his thick, spreading warmth up inside me as he came. That, and
the way he wrapped his hand around my own dripping, pre-glossy cock and
grinned at me, made me shoot, hard. Raining my hot cum up my abs, my chest,
hitting my cheek and lips.

"Fuck yessss, little brother," he murmured, coming in to kiss me. Holding
me tight as my body shook through my intense, hard cum, kissing me, driving
me nuts with pleasure like he'd done since the start. All that talk about
doing this together all the time... the implications of being bros, and a
couple... we'd said it before, a lot, both bowing to the taboo hotness of
the idea, but it felt different this time. More. Possible. I wasn't scared
of the idea at all. It felt right. He felt right to me. I just had to make
sure he wouldn't hesitate again. And if he did, well, I'd just have to keep
on convincing him.