Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 01:17:11 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: I Drive Your Truck Part 2

**This is a love story between brothers. There will be many chapters, so be
patient and just enjoy the story as it comes.**

****There is not a lot of sex right away in this story, but it will get
steamier as it goes, trust me.****

That was the same year that Eddie got his first paying job. While I was off
spending all of my free time in secret with Josh, Eddie was spending his
working in town at the feed store. My dad let him have the job because one
of his friends owned the feed store and needed the help. I didn't really
have any interest in getting a job, what did I need money for? But I guess
Eddie had a plan.

Josh and I started seeing each other on a regular basis. We would get
together any time we could, and we'd jerk each other off, give each other
blow jobs, and eventually Josh started fucking me. I loved the way it felt,
at first it had been nerve wracking. I'd never had anything up my ass
besides Josh's finger, but with a lot of good lube, that fat cock felt so
good thrusting inside me.

We tried very hard to keep our relationship secret. We only met in places
that we thought were secluded, and we didn't hang out at school at all. I
didn't know any other people that were gay, and we lived in a very small
town. I didn't think it was really something that would be acceptable and I
didn't want to bring any kind of shame to my family. So I kept it under
wraps.

But I was in to Josh. He was amazing. So handsome and strong, yet so gentle
and loving. We would lay for hours sometimes just kissing, whispering to
each other. He loved me as much as I loved him. But as the year wore on,
Josh was graduating. And he'd gotten a scholarship and was heading halfway
across the country to college. He was going to be gone and I was going to
be stuck here. We decided that when it came time for him to leave, we would
end our relationship. Whatever kind of relationship it was, it wasn't
something that could continue on forever, and we both knew it.

I tried to be calm about it, tried to be grown up, but it was breaking my
heart. And I was desperate to see him every second that I could before he
left. It was just about a week away, his departure date, when we'd headed
to one of our spots where we liked to mess around, and down by the creek
where I'd spent so much time with my brothers when we were younger. We
never hung out down there now, but me and Josh had used that spot many
times.

We'd made out and made love, and we were lying together naked, arms and
legs tangled, just whispering softly, kissing , like we always did. I heard
it first. The snap of a twig that sounded different than what you usually
heard in the woods. I lifted my head from Josh's chest, and when I looked
up, I saw my brother Mark standing a distance away, but he'd seen us. I
didn't know how long he'd been standing there, had he seen us making love?
Had he seen me moaning for Josh as he thrust his fat cock inside me? But
just as I spotted him, he turned and headed away. I lay my head back down,
not saying a word to Josh. I didn't want to freak him out about it.

I was so afraid to see Mark after that. I avoided him as best I could for
the next few days, and then it was the day that Josh was leaving. We'd
agreed to meet early in the morning, to say goodbye. And when we did, I
cried. I loved him. And I knew we'd never be together again. He told me he
loved me, that he'd always love me, that I'd forever be his first, and he
mine. And then he headed off.

That day was a horrible one for me. I shut myself up in my room and cried,
and cried, and cried some more. My mom tried to ask me what was wrong but I
just turned her away. Eddie was at his job, so he wasn't really around. But
later that day Mark came to my room. He knocked and let himself in,
shutting the door behind him.

I was on the bed, sprawled on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. It
was soaked with my tears, and my eyes were so red and swollen. My words
muffled when I spoke, "Go away mark, please go away. I can't talk to you
right now."

But Mark, well, mark didn't ever listen very well. HE came over to my bed
and sat down next to me. I felt his hand on my back, caressing me
gently. Then it went up through my hair, and I heard him sigh. He spoke
quietly, "I heard that Josh was heading across country for college today."

It was the first he'd thing he'd said to me that indicated he knew. I
started to cry again when I heard those words. I couldn't even be worried
about Mark knowing what he knew now. "I love him. I'm going to miss him so
much." The words tore out of me, and Mark kept touching me gently. He
leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek softly. "I know you will little
brother. But you have to let him go. You can't be this upset and not be
able to tell anyone."

I cried into that pillow for awhile, and then I rolled over slowly, looking
up at my big brother. "I'm gay. And we live in this town. Do you think I'm
ever going to find anyone else to love me like he does?" I sounded so
bitter, so angry.

Mark looked down at him, and he touched my cheek lightly, stroking it very
gently. "You're only sixteen Eric, you have a long life to go. You don't
have to stay in this town forever. You can find someplace where you feel
comfortable to be yourself." He smiled and leaned down a little more,
whispering to me, "I've known you were gay for a long time. I'm happy that
you found someone for a little while." He kissed my cheek and then stood
up. "I'll tell mom you have a headache, so you can stay up here the rest of
the day."

And he left my room. I was happy to know that Mark knew, and was okay with
what he knew. He was very cool about the whole thing. I did spend the rest
of the day in my room, getting over Josh leaving. It was hard, but I knew
that Mark was right. I'd move on with my life, and maybe I would leave this
place. Go out into the real world, find a city where being gay wasn't quite
such a bad thing. The thought cheered me up some.

It was right around the time that Josh left, that Eddie finally spent all
the money he'd been saving all year by working at that feed store. He
bought himself an old 1960 Ford F-100 pickup truck. The thing had seen
better days, but him and Mark and Dad were so excited to work on the damn
thing. Dad even said if the boys put the work into it, he'd pay for the
parts it needed.

I wasn't really into cars like they were, but I started hanging around
because Josh was gone and I didn't have much else to do. I'd sit around,
hand them tools, listen to them talk while they worked on that truck. It
didn't take but a month before the thing was restored to its mostly former
self. Fresh paint, new engine, new tires, it was really an amazing truck.

Eddie took me for the first ride in it, and I loved it. Riding around with
him in that thing was fun. He put the windows down, we turned the radio up,
and just drove. Although me and Eddie were so very different, there wasn't
anyone, not even Josh that I loved more than Eddie. He was half of me, and
I was half of him.

After that, whenever we had time, we'd hop in that truck and tear off
around town. Eddie picked up a lot of girls in that truck, and they'd sit
in between me and Eddie, and I'd be my usual shy, quiet self, while Eddie
worked his magic on them. While I was mourning the end of my relationship
with Josh, Eddie was fucking several girls from school and loving it.

Our senior year rolled around, and things were like they always were. We
went to school, worked the ranch, and I had slowly gotten over Josh. We'd
decided not to stay in contact at all, and that made it easier for me to
get on with my life. I spent a lot of time with Eddie, I even started
helping him out at the feed store now and then. I felt a lot closer to
Mark, too, ever since he'd talked to me. He was the only one that really
knew about that part of me, not even Eddie knew. And Mark still loved me
like he always had.

The second blow came just after Christmas that year. I was in the kitchen
with mom, we were laughing, joking as we always did while washing up dinner
dishes. "I haven't decided what college yet, or even what classes I would
take." I told her, still unsure about my future. She smiled at me, giving
me that look that said she knew how much I struggled with trying to figure
things out. "Eric it's alright, you'll figure it out when you're
ready. Just know that I love you and support you no matter what."

I smiled at her, "I know Mom." And handed her a plate to put away that I'd
just dried. But she didn't take the plate. It dropped to the floor and
shattered, and I glanced up at her in time to see a look of complete fear
on her face. Her eyes were staring at me, she lifted her hand toward her
head, and then she crumpled to the floor.

It was chaos after that, the ambulance, the hospital, finding out that
she'd had a brain aneursym, and had died instantly. It was the worst thing
I could imagine happening. We were all in shock. Our house became so quiet,
four men trying to figure out how to go on without a woman that had run
everything for so long.

The night of her funeral was the first night that I went to Mark. I
couldn't sleep, Eddie was crying in his bed nonstop, I could hear our
father downstairs getting drunk, and I went down the hall, to Marks room,
and let myself in quietly.

He was awake, lying on his back on his bed, a dim light on his desk
on. He'd been crying, I could tell by the redness of his eyes. He smiled
very gently at me and lifted up the edge of his blanket on his bed. I
hurried over, and climbed in, lying next to him I pressed my head to his
shoulder. "Mark. I miss her so much." I could barely get the words out, my
eyes started to well up again.

"I know. You were closer to her than we were, I know you miss her." He said
quietly, his arm coming around my slender form. He held me gently, and I
lay there for a long time crying against him. I think Mark cried, too, we
were both just so upset that she was gone.

I don't know how long we lay like that, but at some point, after my tears
had ended, I started to realize that Mark was naked except for a pair of
boxers. I could feel his warm flesh against my check, his strong arm around
my body. I don't know why I did it, but oh so gently I pressed soft warm
kisses against his neck, the way I'd done for Josh when we used to lie like
this. I felt Mark tense immediately, and his hand tightened on my arm, but
he didn't say anything at first.

Since he didn't say anything, my kisses continued. Warm, gentle. My lips
pressed against his throat, and then moved up, along his jaw line. Finally,
I very shyly kissed his lips. At first he just lay there, breathing
slowly. But when my lips touched his, he came to life. His fingers lifted,
pressing to my shoulders, to push me away, and he whispered, "Eric, this
isn't right. I know you miss Josh, and now Mom is gone, but you can't kiss
me like that."

I felt shame. I didn't know why I'd kissed him anyway. My face was red, and
I turned, starting to get out of the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I
whispered, feeling such shame. Why had I done that? What the hell was wrong
with me? But Mark could see how upset I was, even more upset now after
making that mistake. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back to the bed with
him. "Shh, it's alright Eric. You can stay, okay? You don't have to go. I
love you."

I settled in against Mark again, closing my eyes. Soon after that we both
fell asleep, it was needed, because we'd had such a long, hard
day. Sometime during the night, I shifted, so my back was pressed up
against Mark's stomach, and we were on our sides, spooned together. His arm
was around me, and my hand rested on his wrist gently.

When I woke, at first I wasn't sure what had made me come awake. But soon
enough I realized that a hand was stroking my cock through my pajama
pants. I was hard as a rock, aching, and I hadn't felt another's touch on
my cock since Josh had left. A soft moan escaped, and I realized that it
was Mark, slowly stroking me.

"I saw you and Josh in the woods that day. I watched you suck his cock, and
I watched him fuck you so hard." The voice was right in my ear, and I
whimpered closing m y eyes again. "It was so beautiful, watching you
two. You were so excited, and he was, too."

I didn't know what to say, or what to do. Marks hand was warm, big, rough
from all his work out in the fields, and I loved the way it was stroking my
cock so firmly. Another moan drifted free, and I could feel his hot breath
on my ear, making me even more excited. But when I shifted just a little, I
could feel my brother's hard cock pressing against my ass. And he was
rubbing himself against me slowly.

"I told you we shouldn't kiss last night, but I couldn't stop thinking
about it. I can't stop seeing the image in my head of you being fucked, and
I want to fuck you Eric. I want to make you moan the way Josh did." His
words were so quiet, but so sincere. I finally spoke, giving the same
answer I'd given Josh all that time ago, "Okay."

That was all Mark needed to hear. My brother soon had my pajama pants down,
and his boxers off, and he was pressing me onto my stomach. He was
different than Josh. He wasn't as gentle, he was rougher, more excited. He
had some lotion near his bed he used to jerk off with and he smeared his
fingers with that and shoved them up my ass roughly. It made me groan and
he pressed my face down into the pillow. "Shhh, be quiet, we don't want to
wake up Eddie or Dad."

I tried to be quiet, but Mark was being so rough! He pulled his fingers out
of me and spread my thighs quickly. Before I could even blink his cock was
against my tight hole. Mark had a nice sized prick, too. He was about eight
inches long, and three inches wide. So long, and so hard! I couldn't see
him, but it felt like he shaved, or trimmed, because I couldn't hardly feel
any pubes as he grinded himself against my full round ass cheeks. His
fingers were gripping my hips, jerking me up onto my knees a little
more. And then he smacked a cheek hard as he could, followed by another
smack to my other cheek. I cried out, burying my face in the pillow to
muffle the sounds.

Mark seemed like a man on a mission now, and he didn't seem to have any
reservations like he had last night when I kissed him. I felt the head of
his cock against my tight little hole, and soon he was thrusting inside
me. He didn't go gentle like Josh did, working me over until I was nice and
stretched out. No, my brother thrust hard as he could, and buried himself
inside me. And once he was in, he was fucking me hard. His thrusts were
deep, brutal, and fast. Now and then he'd smack me again, or grip my
hips. Sometimes he'd shove my head into the pillow until I could hardly
breathe and then he'd let me up again. And the entire time his cock was
relentless, pounding my insides hard. He wasn't being loving, or caring, he
was just fucking me, and I was loving it my cock was hard beneath me, and I
reached a hand down, jerking myself off in rhythm with his pounding. I
hadn't had sex since Josh left, and this felt so good! I kept my face
buried in the pillow, stifling my moans as best I could.

The sex didn't last long. Mark came pretty quickly, and he pulled out of my
ass and shot his load all over my back. I could feel the long, sticky ropes
of cum smearing against my slender back. And seconds later I came in my
hand beneath us, shuddering as I did.

When it was over, Mark lay down next to me, breathing heavily, his eyes
closed. He looked still there, although his chest was rising and falling
from the exertion of fucking me. "Christ Eric, you're ass is so tight." He
said quietly, and I blushed, laying there, so nervous now.

"Mark?" I whispered.

"Yes?"

"I don't know what just happened, but I hope it happens a lot more."

I could feel him staring down at me, and then he laughed softly. Leaning
down he pressed a kiss to my head very softly. "Since it did happen, then I
don't see why it can't continue. Just don't want Eddie or Dad to find out,
okay?"



"Okay." I agreed.



Comments welcome. Part 3 coming soon.