Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 03:38:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Playing A Different Kind Of Game

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*****

Look, I'm not proud of it, OK? I knew I shouldn't have been crushing on my
little bro like I was, but for the past year or so now, since he'd passed
into his mid-teens, his body transitioning from that of an athletic little
jock kid into a hard-muscled, handsome teen stud, he'd been on my mind. A
lot. Above the neck, he still looked like the slightly goofy kid he still
was, trying to get that whole badass teenage mustache thing
happening. Below the neck, though, that wrestler bod was killer, smooth and
defined, the kind of body those pervy Greek sculptors would have killed to
carve into marble. And having seen him in his singlet, and even more so
now, sprawled out beside me on the couch in a pair of grey sweatpants, I
had more than a sneaking suspicion that the little fucker was hung. Like,
grown-man, bigger-than-me hung. It was kind of infuriating - I mean, I have
a nice big dick, I'm pretty proud of it. But Christian was packing some
serious heat, and he knew it, and the older and more sexually aware he got,
the prouder he was of it. Cocky, in every sense of the word.

So we were chilling on the couch, playing Grand Theft, and I kept sneaking
glances over at that bigass mound in his sweats. It was causing some
problems in my own area down there, and my sleep pants weren't exactly
hiding it. When he happened to look over in my direction, saw my own big
long mound growing down my thigh, he kind of smirked at me, and I wanted to
sink into the couch cushions in embarrassment.

"Doin' OK there, bro?" he asked with that cheeky, cocky little stud kid
grin of his. I wanted to both punch his face and kiss it. Instead, I put my
big-bro pants on, and rallied.

"More than OK, junior," I shot back with a wink, and I don't know what
drove me to do it, but I smoothed my free hand down the length of my
bulge. Just shy of seven inches, and thick. A real people-pleaser of a
cock. He gave me a nod and a sort of impressed look, then mirrored me. And
fuck, there was no doubt at all now, as I watched his bulge thicken down
his thigh, just like mine, only bigger. Had me by an inch, from what I
could tell. Little fucker. But damn, that big teen dick...

As the older brother, I couldn't just let him romp all over me like
this. Had to assert some degree of control. Every big brother knows, if you
give the little bastards an inch - well, so to speak - they'll take a mile.

"Pretty decent piece there, for a kid who's too young to know what to do
with it," I smirked, focusing my attention on the game, but watching him
give me another cocky, challenge-accepted look out of the corner of my eye.

"Decent, huh?" he said. I gave him a shrug and a nod, like it was alright,
but no big deal. He regarded me for a moment, the wheels turning inside
that cute head of his. Then he whipped out his phone, scrolled across the
screen a few times, and put it in front of my face with a proud smirk. I
damn near dropped my controller, and up on the screen, my character drove
his car off a cliff while I was distracted.

He was buck-ass naked in the pic, in our shared bathroom. A ballcap on,
turned backwards, just like he was wearing now. That sculpted teen wrestler
jock body, those firm pecs, a rippling set of abs, strong thighs, a hint of
the muscular, powerful young ass that always drew my eye. A cute, "Look
what I got!" kind of facial expression. And that fucking cock of
his. Fucking huge, hard, thick. Big like Dad's. Shaved smooth, though it
sure as fuck didn't need that to showcase it. The thing looked like a third
leg on his compact, muscular teen wrestler frame. I was beaten, and I knew
it. But unlike him, I had the benefit of being older, wiser, and much, much
more experienced.

"Little bro, I won't lie, that's one hell of a cock you got," I said. "Real
nice dick. Pity you probably don't have anybody to treat it right."

He gave me an interested look, like he could see where this was going. He
continued to rub and squeeze that mound in his sweats, and the damn thing
just kept growing. I felt my mouth starting to water a little. And my baser
instincts starting to take over.

"You know, big bro," he said with a husky tone to his voice, "you're
right. Guess I'm too young to be taken seriously. Maybe this big dick
scares people on a kid my age. But you don't look scared of it."

I chuckled, our eyes meeting in a conspiratorial look, a shared smile. I
didn't exactly advertise the fact I was gay, but we were brothers. He had
to have some idea, and clearly did, from the leer he was giving me as he
rubbed that epic young bulge. A moment or two passed like that, then I hit
Pause on the game and tossed my controller onto the coffee table. Time for
a different kind of game, one I knew I could definitely win.

When it started, it got going quick. No time for second-guessing for either
of us. I had those sweats and his sexy little briefs down his muscular,
freshly-hairy young legs and off in a matter of seconds. And he worked with
me, hooking his T-shirt up behind his neck, that ballcap still on, those
smooth jock muscles flexing tight as he moaned my name, sank his fingers
into my thick, short hair, and I swallowed him to the root. It took some
work, but I got it done. I can suck one hell of a cock - I've been learning
a lot my freshman year of college. And for maybe the first time ever, my
baby bro learned just how much pleasure his cock could give him when it was
treated right, like it deserved to be.

He was so into my slow, sloppy suckjob, my spit drooling down that epic
tube of teen cock and over his smooth-shaved balls and into his taint, that
he didn't even stop me when I probed that tight, cherry little bud of
his. Introduced my spit-slicked finger nice and slow, sinking it up into
the tight, incredible warmth of his insides, making him howl with surprise
and shock, and soon pleasure. I stroked his spot inside him, the one that
in my experience will have even the straightest, macho-est stud whimpering
like a bitch in heat, and he sure did. Whimpered, writhed, moaned my name,
and shot what felt and tasted like a gallon of creamy young jock cum down
my throat.

He was bathed in sweat when I came up off him at last, that fat, still
half-hard tube of dick slapping wetly onto his rippling abs. He stared at
me with a combination of surprise and bliss. I wiped my mouth, lapping up
the stray traces of my spit and his seed, licking it off and making a low
growl in my throat as I did. He tasted as good as he looked.

"Bro... I don't... fuck... that was..." he stammered out, staring at me
still. Fuck yeah - I'd put the cocky little stud in his place. Showed him
that big brother was still top dog, one way or another.

"You liked that, huh kid?" I grinned as I rubbed his muscled thighs, slowly
standing up. He saw the raging tent in my pants, stared at it, then up at
me. Questions in his eyes. A certain... openness in his expression.
Possibilities. I reached down and took his hand, pulling him up to me,
looking him directly in his big brown eyes, finally running my hands over
the rock-hard mounds of that creamy, perfectly-shaped wrestler jock tail of
his. I felt him tensing his glutes almost instinctively as I caressed them,
his body responding subtly to my attentions all over.

"Not the only way to make that big dick feel good, little bro," I
murmured. "Plenty more I could show you, if you wanted..."

He wanted. Very much so. And so I showed him, up in the tangled wreck of my
bed, the rest of our morning spent teaching him, and beating him, in a
whole different kind of game. The kind of game a big brother knows how to
play best.