Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2015 15:07:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Pickup Game

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:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110836049194/

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*****

"YES!" he hollered, his voice deep and booming, as he sunk the ball.

Fuck, he'd gotten so big. He was this cute little jock kid teenager when
I'd left, and then in the space of a year, boom - he'd become a young
man. Added a few inches in height, and in every other dimension, apparently
- his chest deeper, thicker, shoulders broader, arms swollen with new young
muscle, his long legs all thick with power and tightly defined calves. Even
his ass, which had always been great - I can admit that and only feel a
twinge of guilt - seemed to have grown, gotten thicker, more powerful, more
manly. It strained at the sexy grey shorts he wore as we idly shot hoops on
the warm spring morning, nowhere we needed to be, just enjoying bro time
again. Reconnecting with my little brother, and admiring the smooth bulges
and contours of his big new form, the thick tufts of dark fur in his pits.

I'd gotten bigger while I was gone too, spending my idle hours on our
improvised base near Kandahar lifting with my buds. You had basically two
free-time options, most of the time over there - work out or jerk out. I
did both, a lot, and I'd added ten pounds of muscle and what felt like a
good solid half-inch to my cock from all the repeated stretching I did on
it. Of course, my cock wasn't really any bigger, but sometimes I imagined
it was, and it pleased me.

It was sure bigger now as I watched Jeb shoot hoops. I'd thought about him
a lot this past year, particularly when I was working my big Marine
cock. Thought about the way he'd hugged me the night before I left, how
good his growing teen jock body felt in my arms. The surprise of feeling
his big young dick growing in his shorts as we embraced in my room, just
trying to stretch that last bit of brother time out as long as we
could. Then the surprise on his face when our lips had brushed, slow and
soft, brotherly yet intensely intimate too. The way his soft young lips had
slowly parted as our kiss went on, how it had felt to introduce my tongue
to him, introduce him to the pleasures of kissing another man. How well
he'd taken to it, and the long evening we'd spent whispering, kissing,
talking, touching. Not more than that, I really did think he was too young
for it. But I thought about that, kicked myself for it, the whole time over
in that fucking windy, sandy, backasswards burn pit of a country.

I didn't want to get busted just standing there, perving on my big little
brother with a bone in my own shorts, so I stepped over to the old pickup,
grabbed a water from the tailgate, watched him from a little more
distance. Eventually he sank another ball, looked over, and smiled at
me. God, what a little fucking heart-breaker he'd turned into. He wiped the
sweat from his forehead as he walked over to me, and the way the rest of
the sweat gleamed all dewy on his big smooth young pecs and abs, I just
wanted to lick him all over. I handed him my water bottle and he took a
long pull on it, his moist, soft lips right where mine had just been, and
that did it - I was fully hard in my shorts. When he handed me back the
water bottle, he saw it, blushed, then smiled up at me. Looking like the
hot young kid I remembered, but all man below the neck. Fuck.

"You wanna drive down to the creek, bro?" he asked. Fuck it. Nobody around,
nowhere we needed to be. Just spending time with my brother. Fuck yeah.

Down by the creek, we spread out an old blanket over the sun-warmed metal
of the old Dodge's bed, and I helped my kid bro out of those shorts and the
tight little Hanes boxer briefs beneath, as we kissed, tongues probing,
reacquainting ourselves with each other. It was fucking sweet, he was
sweet, tasted damn good, felt amazing, all big and steely with teenaged
muscles under my own big, rougher hands. His hand on the big bulge of my
cock was more assured than it had been a year ago, more experienced, and
the soft grunt of pleasure he gave out when I slid out of my last stitch of
clothes made my cock bounce. God, his cock had gotten so big, so much like
mine, and it felt incredible, pressed all hot and humid against mine as I
took his beautiful ass in my big hands and kissed him. Showed him how much
his big bro had missed him.

There was a bottle of lube in the glovebox - I thought it was incredibly
hot that a 16-year-old kid was tooling around our little town in his old,
ex-county truck with a bottle of Astroglide in the glovebox, getting up to
who knows what - but he felt tight as a drum under the slow, wet assault of
my tongue at his hole, opening up slowly, almost reluctantly as I ate him
out. Showed him what I'd learned from a bud one humid, sweaty night in
Okinawa. How to fuck ass slow and deep and wet with just your tongue. The
way his big, beautiful muscled mounds quivered in my hands, bulged and
flexed, made my cock leak all over the old white paint on the truck's
tailgate. Moaning out my name in the warm quiet air, moaning out "Bro",
pushing that musclejock teen ass up and apart for me to go deeper.

And I did go deeper, holding his sweating, mostly smooth muscles tight to
me as I slid my big Marine brother cock up his tail. Licking the sweat from
his newly thick, bulging shoulders, the side of his neck, kissing the soft
downy hair at the nape of his neck as I snuggled up to his back and fucked
him deeper. Took his cherry in spectacular fashion, the way he'd confessed
to me that he'd wished I had that night together a year ago. When I thought
he was too young, when I was smart, but also stupid not to.

His cum blasted the bed wall, spurted up the dusty glass of the truck's
back window, and the tight, flexing squeeze of his muscular ass pulled my
own out of me. My first inside another warm body in months. I'd been saving
it up, hoping for this, hoping I could make up for the lost time, the lost
opportunity with my studly kid brother. We kissed as my body shook with the
last throes of my epic orgasm, kissing long and wet, pushing his arm up to
lick the sweat in his pitfur. Celebrating his manly muskiness together,
then dipping naked into the creek to rinse off, before our second, slower,
sweeter round on the bank. Yep, my big little brother was definitely all
man now, and I looked forward to spending the spring and early summer
exploring it with him.