Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 14:52:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Presence

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"I don't think you know how good you got it, kid."

I frowned behind my shades, as I half-watched Marcus leaning on the side of
the pool below me, his forearms all thick with beefy muscle, brushstrokes
of dark hair pasted to the skin of them. Water beaded in the short, dark
thickness of his hair, and the full, manly beard he'd been cultivating
since his senior year. It looked real good on him. All of him looked real
good, the way he'd kept his playing-days muscle, solidifying that natural
beefiness he had. Swells of muscle, thick padded for the blunt-force
impacts of football. And now that he was strength-coaching the team over at
Tech, he still had an excuse to live in the weight room, and it
showed. Amply.

He looked amazing, better than ever. But I fucking hated being called
`kid'.

"How so, Junior?" I shot back, exhaling the lungful of weed smoke before
reclining back into the lounger, hands up behind my head, soaking in the
rays. He hated being called Junior, the nickname that had stuck to his ass
until he left for college. So we were even, I guess.

I saw his big, dark brows knot briefly, before he shrugged it off and went
on.

"You got the summer mostly off, the folks out of town, the house to
yourself, this fuckin' pool... talk about livin' the life," he said.

"Gotta make use of it while I can," I shrugged. "Besides, if you'd gone to
school at Tech like me, you could've had all this too, bro."

Marcus had always been a little pissed that our folks downsized after he
moved to Georgia for school. Especially when he found out the new place had
this killer pool. I was just stoked not to have so much grass to mow. The
pool was a huge side benefit.

"And it's not like you don't get the benefit now, anyway," I went
on. "You've had your share of fun here, bro. Shit, you've been over here
nearly every day since they left town. Not that I mind, or nothin'."

"Gee, thanks Dad," he said with an exasperated smirk, and I felt my cock
twinge in my board shorts.

"The fuck is that about?" I thought, looking down at my crotch. I mean... I
get a good dose of the throbs around Marcus anyway, I guess. Have done for
a long time. He's a hell of a lot of dude. And we have some pretty
interesting history between us. Real recent history, too.

Last night, for instance, he came over after work for a swim, we wound up
grilling out, having a couple drinks, and about an hour later, we were in
my bed, big Marcus huffing and puffing and sweating as he inched his big,
fat ex-linebacker cock up my ass. It had been awhile, but his girl had
broken up with him recently, and I was feeling sorry for the big lug, and
also super horny, and like I said, we got a lot of history between us, so
it was no big deal to shoot a couple loads with each other like
that. Having him fall asleep in my bed, those meaty forearms wrapped round
me as he spooned into me, was an unexpected bonus. And it wasn't weird at
all this morning, making coffee before he headed back to work, still in
last night's clothes. It felt good, actually. I'd never had that with
anybody before. My first real overnighter. And it was with my big brother.

So when he turned up this evening with his overnight bag and a kind of
sheepish grin on his face, I was cool with it. Very cool. We didn't talk
about it, but there was that vibe between us. Like in the old days. Like
the summer he came home from school, our first summer here in the new
place, and he'd wound up copping my cherry in this very pool while the
folks were out at dinner one night. Or the next summer, after he graduated,
before he got his first coaching job down in Texas, and we'd fucked around
pretty much the entire summer break, even though he was kind of seeing a
girl at the time.

I was cool with all that, and very cool when he stripped off poolside
tonight and dropped in bareass. Honestly, I don't know why I hadn't thought
of that, but the folks had only been gone a couple days, and I hadn't quite
gotten around to going full-native yet. Seeing my big, muscled,
hairy-chested lug of a big bro do it was pretty damn inspiring, though. And
now I was hard in my shorts for real, not just a twinge, as I watched him
haul one foot up onto the side of the pool to hoist his big, sexy, naked
ass out. The deep dimple in the side of that beefy, thick-muscled rump of
his... the way those brawny glutes of his flexed as he climbed out, water
streaming down them... a guy could get used to seeing a sight like that.

I was hitching at the hard length of my cock in my shorts, kind of zoned
out, staring at the epicness of Marcus' man ass, wondering what it would be
like to make him flex it up for me while I pawed it, licked it, ate it,
fucked it... when I saw him snapping his fingers, a bemused grin on his
face.

"Huh?" I said, dumbly.

"I said, I'm getting a beer, kid. Do you want one?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, blushing, even though we were cool, and he'd already
done a lot of those things to my ass, last night and other summers. "And
dude, quit calling me `kid.' I liked it a lot better when you called me
Dad."

"Dude, the fuck?" I thought, and knew it was time to put the bowl down. But
still... yeah. Fuck. I had kind of liked that. And like... as awesome as it
was to clutch those big, furry mounds of pec muscle of his as he loomed
over me, that lusty grin on his handsome face as he plowed my tail, idly
thinking in my mind that this must be what it would be like to get fucked
by Dad... there was a part of me that wanted to fuck him. Not just fuck
him, to really take him, make the big chunk of beef mine for the night. I
was nowhere near as big as him, I'd topped out at 160 and wasn't super
hairy or anything - it was like Marcus got all the throwback genes to our
Scottish ancestors, passed down the line through Dad to him, and fuck, he'd
look good in a kilt tossing a caber or something like that at the Highland
Games...

"Oh you did, huh?" Marcus said, this funny little smile on his face as he
looked at me, that big ol' dick of his dangling down and dripping water on
the tile. And then it twitched, and started to thicken a little. I was sure
it wasn't the weed making me see things. But before I could scope it out
any further, he turned and padded into the kitchen.

The water was still rippling from his departure, and it looked hypnotic and
inviting as hell, and before I could really think about it, I was up on my
feet, dropping my shorts, letting the warm evening air caress my body as I
dove in. The cool of the water helped shock some of the steel from my cock,
woke me up a little, but when I resurfaced and saw Marcus heading back,
that big dick definitely more full than it was when he went inside, my own
cock began its steady rise again. Something about the look on his face as
he took in the sight of me in the water sent a little chill up my spine, in
a damn good way. So I watched him, frankly and openly, appreciatively, as
he waded his way back in and over to me, a Shiner in each hand.

"Here you go... Dad," he said as he handed mine to me, with a snarky kind
of smile, but that weird gleam in his eye.

"Thanks, Junior," I said back, smartly.

"I told you, dude, don't call me that," he frowned.

"OK... Son," I grinned, giving him a wink as I took a hit on my beer. My
cock twitched again as it reached full hardness, and of course he happened
to look down right then and see me, full hard and curving up towards the
muscles of my stomach as we floated in the warm water. That grin of his was
a little bigger when he looked back up at me, and saw I was checking him
out too.

"I kind of like the ring of that... Dad and Son," I said, my throat a
little dry. I was way too high for this, but I couldn't help myself.

"That right?" he said, his voice low and deep and sexy as hell. I nodded,
took another drink to hide my nervousness. Damn, he was sexy as fuck when
he got this look in his eyes.

"What do you like about it... dude?" he said, edging a little closer to me,
until I found myself backed up against the wall of the pool, and nearly
surrounded by 220 pounds of prime ex-jock beef when he rested his elbow up
on the edge of the pool beside my head. I felt one of his powerful, hairy
thighs brush up against mine, sending an electric surge right up the shaft
of my cock.

"I dunno," I half-stuttered. "I guess... like... maybe..."

"It's a power thing?" he said, smiling that weird smile. "Like a role
reversal?"

I nodded, drank, since I couldn't find any words. But the more he talked,
the more he looked at me with that intent stare, the harder I got. I could
feel it in my belly now, all tight and nervy. Excited. Curious.

"The big, hairy muscly guy and the little jock dude, switching it up, huh,
little bro?"

I looked him in the eye, and rubbed my thigh up between his, up under his
big balls. He grunted at it, and shifted into me a little more. I could
feel it in the air between us. We were going to have some serious dude fun
tonight. I'd pretty much figured we would, but now I knew for sure, and I
knew it was going to be different. More. Something new. I was beyond
excited.

"You ever think about fucking around with Dad, bro?" he asked, his eyes
gleaming. I blushed. Yeah. I had. Our Dad was big, brawny, rugged, funny,
and maybe Marcus was better looking, but Dad had presence. Something about
him, and Marcus and me both had a little of that in us. It was one of the
cool things about growing up, becoming a man, seeing the good parts of your
Dad emerging in you. Traits. Character. Me and Marcus both had quite a bit
of Dad in us, but tonight, I felt like I had more. I might not have the
huge build, the pure physicality, but I had the presence, I could feel it
in me, especially when I took a swig of beer, and then rubbed the
still-chilled bottle against Marcus' big, brown nip. I watched him shudder
a little, and I knew I had him.

"What about you?" I said, making my voice a little lower, deeper,
huskier. "You ever think about being with your Dad... Son?"

Pure fucking electricity, right there. I felt it, and I know Marcus for
damn sure felt it, because I reached down into the water between us and
just caught his cock reaching its full hardness. When my hand grazed it,
then wrapped slowly around it, he let out a low moan. Nodding as he did.

"You do, huh buddy?" I said, shifting closer into the gap between us, eyes
on his, feeling myself fill with that paternal presence our Dad had so much
of. Latent within both of us MacDougall boys, but coming out in me now,
tonight.

"What do you think about Dad doing to you, son?" I said, slipping my arm
round his thick neck and rubbing my hand up over the strong swell of his
belly, up to his beefy, steely pecs, through the wet fur on them, as I felt
his heart race and his breath get all shallow. It was getting a little
darker now, but I was pretty sure my brother was blushing. I teased the
stiffening nub of his nip, and felt his breath quicken.

"Kissing me..." he said faintly, huskily. "Touching me... up against
me... wrapping his big arms round me.. his big cock all hard up against
mine... and then... just... making love to me..."

"Making love" was an expression I never figured I'd hear from big ol'
Marcus, but it was out now, something coming out from deep inside of him,
and I could feel that we both wanted to go deeper into that place. Swim
into it together, and see what happened.

I leaned into him, his breath huffing warm and beery on my lips as they
parted and connected with his, and the whimper that came from him, shading
into a husky moan, sent another throb through my cock. Marcus' tongue
pushed into my mouth eagerly, his big arms folding around my smaller frame,
and I set my beer bottle next to his on the side of the pool and returned
the favor, squeezing my arms around his plush, steely bulk and squeezing
firmly as we pushed our way deeper into a long, wet, urgent kiss.

Marcus' big cock felt like a piece of steel against my own, and for all his
extra muscle and thickness and the couple inches he had on me heightwise,
we were pretty much evenly matched in the cock department. I'd been one of
the bigger guys on my team in high school, top three easily, and for me,
the only greater pleasure than admiring and playing with my fat cock was
feeling another equally sturdy unit pressed up tight against
it. Particularly my big brother's, and especially right now, as we made out
hard and deep in the warm water, arms squeezing, hands stroking, his wet
chest fur grazing over my mostly smooth skin, his powerful thighs entwining
around mine. I slipped my hands down his back to cup the big twin chunks of
steel and beef that he called an ass, furry and deep-dimpled and
spectacularly rounded and powerful. He answered by grunting harder into my
mouth, even more lustily, and clenching them up for me, making those
indents even deeper, a perfect home for the heels of my hands as my fingers
spanned over the hairy swells of his glutes.

"You wanna play a game tonight, bro?" he asked huskily, eyes glittering,
when we came up from the depths of our intense makeout.

"Fuck yeah I do, Son," I half-growled, bringing another husky moan from
him, as he thrust his cock up against mine even more firmly, and squeezed
my glutes in his big paws before kissing me hard again.

"Why don't we head on inside, Champ?" I said with a grin, using one of
Dad's favorite nicknames for his boys. I swear I could feel him vibrate,
hearing that from me, and then he grabbed my hand and practically dragged
me out of the pool and into the house.

It was hard to resist making out some more with him, because he was such a
good kisser and so damn hungry, but I was just as good to go with this
whole game as he was. I felt charged up, full of something bigger than
myself - full of Dad, felt like. Full of that presence of his. So I
maneuvered him around, pushed between his big shoulders and made him bend
over the bed. He automatically assumed a three-point stance - once a
football jock, always a football jock - and then his big, sexy ass was
literally mine.

I was real glad our pool was saltwater as I buried my face deep in him and
put my tongue to serious work. I'd never had the chance to do this to
Marcus before, and I made up for lost time, licking and lapping and
snorting and nuzzling my way up and down and deeper into that deep, thick,
fur-framed trench of his. The noises from up above told me I was doing real
well by him, and I sank my fingers deep into the epic flesh of his cheeks,
spread him as wide open as I could, and zeroed in on the tight knot of his
hole.

"Oh fuck yeah, Dad!" he moaned, as I finally got to taste him
inside. Musky, pungent, sharp, all those things a good man ass should taste
like, his richness flooding my mouth and making it water even more for him.

My cock was throbbing real hard by now, and I could feel myself starting to
leak a little. Much and all as I could've spent the rest of the evening
with the bulk of my tongue sliding up into his depths, I wanted more. This
was my moment, and I was determined to seize it.

"You ready for Daddy to fuck you, Champ?" I said, wiping the excess spit
off my face as I fisted my cock.

Marcus swung his head around, looking almost surprised, like he really
hadn't expected me to go so deep with this. Like he wasn't truly thinking
he was gonna give his ass up to his little bro. Not even when his little
bro was being his Dad for the night. Well, I had news for him. Seven inches
of news, freshly spit-slicked and raring to go.

"Oh man, I don't -" he started, but I ran my hand up the length of his
spine and rubbed the back of his neck and head soothingly, even as I was
rubbing the dripping head of my cock to his spit-wet hole.

"Shhhh, Son," I said. "Let Daddy take care of you, buddy. I promise, you'll
like it."

My bedside table was just within arm's reach, and I fumbled my lube out of
the drawer, popping the cap off and pouring a slick stream of it down into
his crack, letting it slide down and flow over the head of my cock, where I
could rub it into him even further. Then, one hand on the thickness of his
hip for balance, the other on the glossy shaft of my cock, I pressed
against him more firmly.

"Bear down, big guy," I said huskily. "Let Daddy inside you, Champ."

At that, he kind of whimpered, and I felt his hole flex, just minutely at
first, then more as he bore down, and all of a sudden, I was inside him. My
cock sliding up into the one ass I'd fantasized most about since I was in
my horny, horny teens. I could have cum then and there, but I had that
feeling still within me, filling me to bursting, like I was about to fill
Marcus. My boy, my son for tonight. All mine. Beyond that, who knew?
Tonight was all that mattered. The further I got inside him, inching my way
up into the hot tightness of my brother, the deeper I felt it. That sense
of power. That presence. Filling me up, as I filled the big guy. An
incredible mix of power, lust, even love for the big lug. A feeling I tried
to share with him, as I made my way fully inside of him for the first time,
feeling him hot and tight and slick and clamping down all around me, as I
took hold of his beefy hips and began my lusty work on him.

I knew Marcus had bottomed before, but it wasn't really big in his
repertoire. Still, after a few minutes, him feeling uncomfortable and me
feeling like I wanted to breed him until he bore my children, he started to
get into it, to pick up on my rhythm and find one of his own, until he was
working his way back on me, meeting me in the middle, the bed shaking and
the room filling with our grunts, curses, moans, the slap of my hip against
his ample flesh.

"Ah fuck, Dad," he moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

I grinned, palmed some sweat off my forehead, and smacked his ass for good
measure. I was loving this, loving every single aspect of it - but most of
all, I was loving the play between us. The feeling of power, of control, of
that deep presence, flowing up out of me and into him, through the
thrusting, throbbing thickness of my cock. For tonight, my Dad cock.

"Ah fuck yeah, Dad!" Marcus growled. It sounded like a bad porno. But it
felt fucking amazing, as he tightened up and flexed those beautiful glutes
of his, so I alternated fuckstrokes with slaps on his well-padded buns,
riding the wave of the vibe with him even deeper, harder, faster.

I could have done this all night, felt like I could have come inside of him
and just kept on rockin', but I made the mistake of reaching around his
bulk to feel his cock, to see if he was still as hugely hard as he had been
a little while ago. He was, maybe even more so.

"Aw yeah buddy, you're so fuckin' hard for Daddy, huh?" I grunted, giving
him a slick-palmed stroke or two, and then I saw, and felt, his big chunky
muscles tighten up all over.

"Oh shit... aw Dad!" he moan-wailed, and then I felt that big piece of his
throb double-hard in my hand, and then he was firing off, spurting ropes of
thick cum all over my sheets, past the mattress and onto the carpet on the
other side of my bed.

I felt his insides clenching rhythmically around me, squeezing my superhard
cock, and between that and the sight of his muscles bulging, the beads of
sweat popping across his big, bulky shoulders, the pure depth and heat in
the way he called me "Dad," it was all over for me too. I felt wave after
wave of heat and electricity pulsing through me as I erupted, flowing spurt
after spurt of cum into his core as I moaned out his name. Son. In that
moment, nothing more, nothing less than my son. Fuck.

Marcus was resting on his forearms, his head hung low, still panting as he
regained his breath, while I tried to do the same above him. I ran my hand
up his back, feeling him shiver - or maybe he flinched, it was hard to tell
the difference right then. Slowly, I slipped out of him, my cock still
rubbery, half-hard and glazed with my cum. I reached down to squeeze his
big ass, gratefully and affectionately, and he finally looked over his
shoulder at me. He was flushed, wide-eyed, almost disbelieving.

"Dude..." was all he could say. Like he didn't have any more words than
that.

I was worried, real worried. Had I pushed it too far? Was it gonna trip
over from freaky-hot to freaky-weird in his brain now that it was over, now
that he had what felt like a quart of my cum inside of him? Shit, yeah, it
was a strange situation, for sure. I mean, we were brothers. Brothers who
fucked. That was enough as it was, never mind... all this. The roles. The
names. The words. The feel of him surrendering his big, beefy jock tail to
me the way he did. The easy way I just took it. Took it like I was Dad,
aggressive and charming and confident and committed.

Fuck. Even with the red mist of our fuck slowly clearing... I knew I felt
good about it. Damn good.

"Fuck, Marky," I said quietly, using an old name for him I hadn't done
since I was a kid. I smiled hesitantly. And them, thank Christ, he slowly
smiled back.

"Dude," he said again, raising up on his knees. The fur on his big, thick
pecs and muscle-rounded belly was damp with sweat and salty pool water. His
big cock dangled, spent, still drooling a little cum from the big blunt tip
of it. "That was fucking intense."

I grinned, then chuckled, then began to laugh as he joined me. He reached
out with his big paw, slipped his thick forearm round my waist, and pulled
me back onto the bed and into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. I
eagerly took his big, agile tongue, and we made out with a slow, deep
ease. I could feel that post-fuck glow well and truly settling in over us
both. That felt good, but more than that, he felt good. We felt good.

"You throw one hell of a fuck, kid," he said after a while.

"I told you before, dude - don't call me that," I said with a mock
frown. "Call me Dad."

"How long you gonna keep that up?" he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling.

"All night, maybe," I said, deepening my voice a little to try and match
Dad's gravelly baritone. "Longer, even. Depends on what you want... Son."

"All night, huh?" he said, getting that gleam in his eyes again. His arms
tightened around me, pulling me even deeper into the plushness of his big
body.

"Long as you want it to, Champ," I grinned back, feeling his big paws slip
down to cup and squeeze my ass. "Besides... haven't you always wanted to
fuck your Dad too, big guy?"

"Dude, I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," he
growled, leaning in to lick the sweat off the side of my neck as I moaned
and shivered in his big, powerful arms.

"Pretty sure I do, kid," I murmured in his ear. "But why don't you go ahead
and show Daddy what you've learned, Champ?"

Growling and laughing, Marcus pinned me back into the mattress and set to
work, showing me what an attentive son my big bro could be.