Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 15:55:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Dad, Old Habits

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*****

"Oh my fucking god, dude," he panted, sweat gleaming on his big, smooth
pecs as he climbed off me. "You have no idea how bad I needed that!"

I grinned, lowering my legs, reaching down to touch my ass, feeling the
warm, thick slickness of his cum oozing from my hole.

"Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea, actually," I laughed, running my
other hand over my own big sweaty chest. Marcus was doing a great job as a
new dad, taking to parenting like a natural. Even the fact that he couldn't
work out as much and had added ten pounds to his muscular, ex-wrestler
frame actually made him look even better, more solid, even more fuckable.

That was the problem - what with the new baby and complications from the
birth and all, Amanda hadn't been all that interested in sex lately. It had
been actual months since he'd been inside her, or anything more than his
own right hand. She and the baby were visiting her mother for the weekend,
and Marcus had jumped at the chance to have me over for some beers and some
boys' time. The sexual frustration in his voice was palpable, and he had
that edgy, nervous sort of need-to-blow-a-load energy I remembered all too
well from our days as high school wrestlers, when we had one of those idiot
coaches who believed in that crap about preserving your masculine energies
for the mat, or whatever.

So it hadn't taken very long, just a beer or two, some reminiscing about
the good ol' days, before the talk turned to sex, and just how much of it
we had back then. Me and him and our teammates and buddies, all the cum and
sweat and spit that had flown between us, wild, crazy, lustful teenage jock
kid adventures that now that I looked back on them, were some of the
hottest, most liberated and inventive sexual experiences I'd ever had.

"Dude, you remember that time we shaved each other before the Southern
Scuffle?" he grinned.  Fuck yeah I did, the two of us in our shared hotel
room in some bumfuck North Carolina city, locked down in the Holiday Inn by
our chaperones and coaches. A hotel crawling with horny teen wrestlers, and
our room in particular was practically dripping with sex.

I still jacked off, remembering the slow, careful way we'd shaved off all
our body hair, especially our crotches, and how he leaked thick clear
precum like sap the whole time I did his. How hard we'd kissed, writhing
around on a stack of towels on the bathroom floor, shaving cream all over
our gleaming, totally smooth wrestler jock frames. How the touching and
whispering and kissing continued as we showered the stuff off us, and then
how hard we fucked each other afterwards, messing up both beds, coating our
newly-smooth muscles in spit and sweat and precum, lapping it off, sharing
it and going for another round. Like I said, we were a couple of extremely
horny motherfuckers.

"It's just like being a little kid again," he'd whispered as we shared
another shower. "Only, now we got big muscles, and big cocks, and we can
shoot fucking cum, man!"

The weird energy in his eyes when he'd said that boned me up all over
again. I had a very good idea of the kinky things he was thinking about,
about being young and smooth and sexually voracious, and our third round of
that night was an incredibly inventive, kinky round of what I would later
learn is called "ageplay".

"Fuck yeah I remember that," I'd growled an hour ago, spreading my big
thighs to show him the tent in my shorts as proof. He grinned again, then
slowly peeled down his, showing me his totally smooth crotch. My eyes
fairly popped with surprise, and I gave him a big, horny grin. Ten years
later, his cock was even bigger, thicker, and the shave just amplified
that. I was on him and sucking him to the smooth root before he could say
another word.

So, that's how this day turned from great into awesome. I watched him as he
padded to the kitchen for some fresh beers, and fuck if he couldn't keep
his eyes off me. So as he watched, I pulled my cum-slicked finger from my
hole, eyes locked with his, and slowly sucked it clean. Tasting him yet
again, just as salty and rich and delicious as ever. I saw his thick dick
arc upright immediately, as he stared at me hungrily, watching me pig out
on his jock cum, just like I always used to.

"Fuck, big bro," he growled, forgetting the beers and practically vaulting
the couch to slam on top of me. I grabbed hold of my little brother's big,
chunky muscled wrestler ass, my little bro a daddy now, and all the hotter
for it. We kissed hard, long and deep, wet, hungry, two brothers who'd
always had a bone for each other. Even parenthood couldn't change that, and
damn, I was glad.