Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 14:28:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <ad4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: How Big Guys Sleep

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*****

"Hey, Scotty? Can I, uh... sleep with you?"

I thought I was dreaming, at first, coming up from the depths of sleep. My
body clock still wasn't right after the long flight home for winter
break. Eventually I forced my eyes open in the gloom, and saw him standing
by my bedside, just like he'd done all those times when he was a little
kid, scared of the monsters in the dark or one of the epic thunderstorms
we'd get sometimes. I looked at my clock, saw it was just past midnight,
and frowned at him.

"Dude," I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. "Aren't you a little old for
that now?"

He shrugged his shoulders, standing there in just his briefs, and for the
first time, I really saw his body. He was growing up real fast now, the
moonlight through the window playing over a tight, solid, athletic form. In
spite of myself, I felt my cock stirring with interest inside my boxer
briefs. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind as we looked at each
other, and just like it always used to, the naked look of need in his eyes,
the urge to be close to his big brother for comfort, melted my heart. I
sighed, smiled, and peeled back the covers. The look of joy on his handsome
face made me laugh as he slipped in with me, his warm, tight body snuggling
up to mine, my arms slipping around him and squeezing.

We contemplated each other for a few minutes, his head on the pillow beside
mine. As he got comfortable nestled into my bigger, older body, I could
feel my cock continuing to stir, showing more than just casual interest
now. When he shifted his athletic thigh against mine and then between,
tangling up with me like he'd always done, I know he felt my growing bulge,
because his eyes widened and his leg froze in place... and then after a
moment, continued its slow slide between my thighs, rubbing against the
bulge. I swallowed hard, blushing, and looked away.

The press of his lips to my shoulder brought me back, and there - I felt
his own young bulge, throbbing into hardness just like me, pressing
insistently into my hip. His arms tightened around me, pulling us closer
together.

"It's OK, Scotty," he said, and the moonlight caught the gleam of his teeth
as he smiled at me. "It's nice."

"Yeah, baby bro?" I whispered huskily, starting to stroke up and down his
well-muscled back.  He made a soft sound of pleasure, arching his back and
pressing himself even more into me. Softly, our lips came together. Gentle,
brotherly at first... then I slowly took it deeper. Even more
brotherly. And the eager way he responded told me that yeah, it sure was
OK. And more than nice.

He beamed at me when we came up for air, throbbing against each other even
more now. My fingertips trailed over the athletic curve of his teenage ass,
and he almost purred.

"You're a big guy now, huh little bro," I said quietly. He nodded, his
hands doing their own slow exploration of my bigger, more muscled frame.

"Well, you know how big guys sleep?" I went on, stroking his ass through
the tight fabric of his briefs. He shook his head, and I plucked at his
waistband.

"You gotta lose the briefs, big guy," I grinned at him, and he eagerly
complied. I followed suit swiftly, and when we came back together, tongues
searching for each other, cocks throbbing hotly against each other's bare
flesh, I showed him what else big guys did in bed.